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Could post orgasmic bliss last more than 6 hours? Could that feeling of wholeness, that everything was right with the world, that nothing could be better than lying in the arms of the one you love last longer that the few moments that followed your explosion? For John it could.

His slumber had been the most euphoric experience of his life. It felt like the greatest weight had been lifted free of his shoulders, as though the fog had been lifted from his eyes. Life, love and the world seemed new and something to cherish and enjoy. And it was all because John Cena had stopped fighting himself. He had stopped denying his feelings, and allowed himself just the briefest moment of happiness. Now all he could wonder was why it had taken him so long? What had he missed out on buy continually denying his heart? Whatever it maybe, he was more than determined to make up for lost time.

His eyes gently opened, parting to see the first rays or morning light spilling in through his curtained windows. From his bedside table, digital green numbers spelled out '5.03am', casting an ethereal glow in the room. Allowing his eyes to travel back to the bed, John couldn't help but smile at Morgan. The impression of his body was clear through the dark blue bed sheets, curled up to cuddle against John. Their legs were intertwined, with John's arm being slung around his shoulders. Morgan's chin was pressed against his chest, waves of dirty blonde hair spilling around his head and onto the pillow, as if they were a halo, encircling his beautiful features.

Gently, John reached his hand forward, and stroked the tip of his thumb over the pillow of Morgan's cheek. Leaning his head closer, John brushed his lips against the velvet soft mounds of Morgan's, causing the singer to stir slightly as he contentedly exhaled, a faint ghost of a smile on his lips. If John could read minds, he guessed Morgan was as content right now as he was. Unable to help himself, John allowed his hand to travel further down Morgan's body. The tips of fingers gently touched the flesh of his arm, before moving on over the flat of his stomach. With a single tip, John traced the faint out-line of the muscles in Morgan's stomach, creeping ever lower.

"You know…" Morgan softly drawled, eyes firmly closed, "if I'm asleep, this technically counts as indecent assault." From beneath the thick lashes, Morgan's hazy eyes emerged. Even when filled with clouded dreams and waking thoughts, the oceanic blue depths sparkled mischievously.

Grinning, John leant forward, resting his body on top of Morgan's, who responded by parting his legs slightly. Cupping Morgan's face in his hands, John rained gentle kisses across the singer's lips, before resting his forehead against Morgan's.

"Wow." John muttered into Morgan's mouth. It was the only word he could think of to describe their encounter from the night before. In one single evening, John had learned so much about himself. Everything that had been bubbling under the surface for months, but he had never allowed himself to feel, suddenly came to him, wrapped in the gentle arms of Morgan. He knew things weren't going to be easy. As comfortable as he was here in bed, there would be difficulties to deal with. And it seemed they were destined to begin sooner that John realised.

As Morgan's lips parted to give his own response to the evening they shared, a gentle knock at the door cut him off. Furrowing his brow, Morgan glanced at the door, wondering who on earth could possibly be wanting to see John at such a stupid time in the morning. He groaned as he felt John's weight leave him. It seemed the wrestling superstar was intent on answering the door, as once again, the same gentle rapping echoed into the room.

"Ignore it." Morgan protested, reaching a hand out for John to take.

With a rueful grin over his shoulder, John made a show of wrapping a bed sheet around his waist. The knot rested perilously low over his hips, causing Morgan to lick his bottom lip at the sight. "I can't," John admitted, "the last time I ignored an early morning knock at my door, it turned out to be Vince wanting to talk. I'll just be a second, I promise." Dashing back over to the bed, John planted a soft kiss on Morgan's lips, before trotting back over to the door. Gripping the door handle, he pulled the door open a crack, so that whoever it was couldn't see past his thick frame into the room.

Ashley looked awful. Dressed only in an oversized blue shirt, the colour of which hung down low over her shoulder, exposing the strap of a lacy black bra. Her hair was a mess, tangled and hanging around her hair like some comical vision of a 'Mad Professor'. Worst of all were her eyes. They had always been John's favourite features on Ashley, but not right now. They were swollen and red, obviously from crying. Her mascara streaked ugly black marks down over her cheeks, giving the appearance of a macabre clown. She quite honestly looked devastated.

"Ashley…" John stuttered, unable to believe his eyes. She was the last person he would have expected to see outside his door. Offering a quick glance over his shoulder to Morgan, he turned back to his ex-girlfriend, resting his weight against the door. "What…what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry," Ashley chocked, batting a single tear trembling down her cheek, "I…I didn't know where else to go. I…Chris and I…we broke up. It was awful…" Burying her face in her small hands, tears spilled down her cheeks in earnest, her body shaking with gentle sobs.

John felt a twinge in his chest, surprising him somewhat. Even after all this time, after what he had learned, she could still tug on his heart strings like no-one else. The senible part of his brain told him to tell her where to get off. What right did she have coming here looking for sympathy? But it seemed John's big heart would never be immune to the girl who had broken. Against his better judgement, he opened the door a little further, offering a soft - "Come here."

Ashley collapsed between his broad arms, her head finding the place on his chest it always used to. Anguish poured out of her, tears tumbling down her cheeks to soak into John's chest. He whispered soothingly into her hair, running his hands down her back as a way to comfort her. Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, it hurt more than he would readily admit to see her crying. Just being this close to her, not to mention having her in his arms, stirred to live old feelings he had assured himself he had long gotten over.

"I'm sorry…" she managed, brushing back her hair from her face, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here." She made an effort to pull away from John, but he firmly held her close.

"I'm glad you did. I'd rather you be here with me than roaming the streets in that state." John offered a weak smile, aiding Ashley by tucking a wedge of her air behind her ear. His thumb gently brushed over her cheek, catching another tear before it descended any further. "What happened?"

Ashley seemed to tense up before she spoke. "We got into this huge fight," she admitted, sniffing softly. "It was my fault really. I told him some stuff that he really didn't want to hear…he said some hurtful things…and I just ended things."

"What did you say?" John didn't know why the words left his mouth. In truth, he really didn't want to know, and yet something had awoken inside him. She was confusing. Just the thought of her put John in such a spin, that he couldn't think straight. Now knowing that she was hurt, well there was that old 'boyfriend' feeling sparking to life inside. He just wanted to make it better.

"I told him…" Ashley chuckled a little, before raising her eyes to meet with John's. "I told him that I'd made a mistake in leaving you…that I still loved you. Kinda makes sene that he flipped out over it. He said I was a no good slut, and that I just used people. Well, we just shouted shit at each other until I told him it was over." She tried to smile again, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Oh." Was all John could manage. Why did God hate him so much? What had he done to deserve this? Just when his life was getting good again, when things were starting to make sense…when he was starting to feel something for someone else, why did she have to come back into his life? This wasn't right. He should just tell her to go and cry to someone else. Ashley had her chance, and she'd blown it.

If John felt this way, why couldn't he bring himself to say it?

"You mind if I come inside? Just to get out of the hallway. I probably look like a beast." she chuckled, wiping her hand arcoss her cheeks, smudging the mascara a little more. John's mouth hung open, stammering incoherent phrases. Things had just gone from bad to worse. Incredibly worse. Seemingly picking up on his unease, Ashley glanced over John's shoulder into the room. "Is there someone else in there with you?"

John felt the colour flush to his cheeks, an embarrassed smile touching his lips. "No…not exactly. Just give me a second? Rought night last night, y'know?" Ashley nodded, letting John step back inside the room. Flashing her one more smile, he gently closed the door with a soft lick.

Turning back to face into the room, he spotted Morgan on the edge of the bed, fastening his shoes. Slinging his denim jacket onto his shoulders, the singer avoided eye contact, brushing his hand back through his hair, trying to tame the unruely tangles.

"Morgan…where are you going?" John's voice sounded distant, but it was enough to grab Morgan's attention. His face was impassive, no real emotion being readable in his features. Tightening his jacket around himself, he made for the door.

How could I have been so stupid? How could Morgan have let his guard down so much to lead him into bed with John? What did Morgan think was going to be the outcome? That they would confess their love for each other? That they would become a couple? Get real Morgan. That was impossible. It would never work, and it was utter stupidity on Morgan's part to think that it would.

How could Morgan have let his guard down so much to lead him into bed with John? What did Morgan think was going to be the outcome? That they would confess their love for each other? That they would become a couple? That was impossible. It would never work, and it was utter stupidity on Morgan's part to think that it would.

If anything, he wasn't mad at John, more at himself. It had been his own foolishness that had allowed things to get this far. He should have known better. He should have seen the warning signs and nipped the entire thing in the bud before it hadn't gotten to this. He'd been through this before, and there was no-way he would do it again.

Last night had been mistake of epic proportions. If things weren't complicated before, they were going to be now. But whatever would happen from here on out, there was no way Morgan would be made a fool of. If John thought he had Morgan where he wanted him, he was sorely mistaken. It was a mistake. That's all. A line had been crossed which shouldn't have been.

They came from two different worlds. Morgan's was across an entire ocean. John's, it seemed, was standing on his door step.

As he tried to pass, Cena grabbed his upper arm, turning him around to face him front on. "Morgan?" His steely blue eyes searched the oceanic pools of Morgan's, whose face remained impassive as ever.

"I should go." Dipping his face, Morgan made a move to free himself from John's grip, but the wrester wouldn't let him. There was no way he was letting Morgan walk out on him that easily, and definitely not like this.

"Wait, Morgan, just wait." John pleased, "I don't want to go thinking that…"

"It's okay John. Seriously. This was just a bad idea. And it's my fault. Just leave at that." Shrugging free of John's grip, Morgan moved towards the door. His had reached out to grip the handle, but John's larger palm pushed against the flat of the door, preventing him from opening it.

"Morgan…I don't understand," John's steely grey orbs looked genuinely confused. And as ever, words escaped him. "Last night…I thought that…that we…you can't just say that it was a bad idea…don't you feel anything…for me…?"

Morgan sighed, turning to face John face on. It was times like these that Morgan realised the true meaning of the phrase 'cruel to be kind'. "It was a really bad idea John. I'm in love Jeff, and I really don't want to lose him over this. This…this shouldn't have happened. Please, just let me go."

John's face darkened, as she stepped free of the door. Morgan pulled on the handle, swinging it open to reveal Ashley, looking very uncomfortable at being stood out in the hallway. Her eyes registered Morgan, and looked genuinely surprised. She glanced back from Morgan to John, and then back to Morgan, who by now had exited the room. Stepping out into the hallway, John watched Morgan break into a run as he fled down the corridor, turning a corner out of sight.

What had just happened? How could things have so rapidly changed? Had John really misread Morgan that badly? Did he really have no feelings for John? The feeling stung John to the core. He had really believed that Morgan in turn had feelings for him too. It had been the support he felt by taking that leap to be with Morgan, that the singer felt the same way too. Now, it was viewed pretty much as a mistake. It seemed, by Morgan's speedy exit, that he regretted what had happened between them.

Feeling his shoulders sag, John glanced back to Ashley who had walked into his room. Sighing, he followed her in, more than a little dejected. Somehow, things had been royally messed up. And he didn't know why.