This is kind of short but it's just how it ended up. Thank you to Dark Kaneanite, Divine Arion, and Lichtblick for reviews. :D I will have twelve up later, maybe even thirteen.
Chapter 11
John was rather proud of himself that he turned Cena down. The two could have easily slipped away and fell back to old ways but he had managed to pull away from the situation, despite how good it felt. He thought of Mike before his own lustful desires and that helped him pry away from Cena. But God, the man was sexy. John shook his head in and effort to clear his mind. At least after today the likelihood of him running into Cena would lessen drastically. He and Miz had been on RAW last taping but they would soon be parting ways and heading back to traveling regularly with the ECW bunch. That's just what he needed was more time to be separate from Cena. Perhaps with the separation their longings for each other would decrease even more until at last they fell away completely.
John made his way back across the street and up to the hotel room where Mike was scrounging in his suitcase. He had a towel around his waist and water dripped from his hair and traced paths down his chest and back.
"Nice note." Mike said looking up from his suitcase.
"Yeah, I had to borrow a dictionary to come up with some of those words." John joked and wiped his sweaty face on the back of his hand.
"Um, who did you borrow it from?"
"Kahli."
"What?" Mike paused as he slipped his jeans on. "Is he brushing up on his English?"
"No, he just likes to hit people in the head with it."
The two laughed picturing the Punjabi Giant cracking someone over the head with a massive copy of Webster's Dictionary. They were interrupted by John's phone which played the tag teams entrance music. He looked down at it seeing the name and number flash.
John flipped his phone open and put it to his ear as a mischievous smirk curled Mike's lips. John raised an eyebrow at his partner wondering why that smile had formed. Soon enough, he found out. Mike dropped to his knees and in one motion tugged down John's sweat pants and boxers. John's eyes widened as Mike started to flick his tongue over the end of John's exposed member.
"Sure, yes of course." He said into the phone. He reached a hand down wards and swatted at Mike's head telling him to knock it off. Mike just continued the flick of his tongue for a few more moments and then took the act further by wrapping his lips around the end and swirling his tongue around the head as though making out with it. John squirmed and bit down on his lip. Words from the voice on the line droned on in his ear.
"Hu-Hold on…" John covered his phone with his hand and gasped. "Shit Mike, stop it!"
Mike paid no attention his smirk just curled further as John got harder and harder. John sighed hearing that voice chirping on the phone: Hello, John? John, are you there?
"I'm here!" He barked a little too harshly.
The person on the other line continued on. If Mike didn't stop the caller was going to get a loud moan in his ear. John tried to swat at Mike again to get him to stop his torture. When that didn't work he started to wiggle away. That was a bad idea because his feet were tangled in his pants. However, he didn't fall backwards because before he could wiggle away too much Mike grabbed his hips and thrust them forward. Mike coughed a moment on the verge of gagging as John's cock was thrust deep but the reflex soon passed.
"Oooh Mike, shit!" John clapped his hand over his mouth and bit down on his fingers.
"Um, John…is everything okay?" The caller asked nervously.
"Y-Yeah fi-fine…Mike…oh-oh he dropped the suitcase…on my foot. Oh, fuck!"
"As long as he doesn't drop it on your head." The caller laughed. "Bye John."
"Bye!" John gasped and quickly snapped his phone shut. "You idiot!" He groaned as he gripped Mike's shoulders. He squeezed his eyes shut as Mike used his tongue to caress his throbbing hardness. Soon John came and pulled out and collapsed against the door. He let out a pleased sigh as Mike swallowed and wiped his lips on the back of his hand.
"Don't ever do that again!" John finally gasped.
Mike shrugged.
"Okay…I will never ever, ever, ever do it again."
John reached down to his ankles and pulled his boxers and sweats back up.
"You know what I mean. Not when I'm on the phone." He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair.
"Who was it anyway?"
"It was…" John cut his sentence off as he started to laugh.
"Who?" Mike prodded as he went to his suitcase, picked out a shirt, and pulled it over his head.
"Vince."
"No way!" Mike yowled with laughter.
"Way." John rolled his eyes as Mike laughed over-amused at the situation.
"You made me fucking moan in his ear!"
"Yes, yes I did." Mike stated proudly as he wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. "What did he want anyway?"
"He wants us to come back to RAW next month and stay there to start a feud with Cody and Ted. Then at a pay-per-view they're going to drop the belts to us."
"Awesome!" Mike pumped his fist in the air as John walked past him and into the bathroom to shower.
Not so awesome, John thought to himself. Just when I thought I'd be seeing less of Cena I find out Vince wants to start this thing. John closed his eyes as he stepped under the shower head and felt the cool water trickle over his body. He knew he wanted to be with Mike. Maybe the next month would further wash away his feelings for Cena and by the time the tag-team was back on RAW things would be cooled off. It was either that or he was just going to have to work very hard at avoiding the one man who was able to pull him away.
Poor John, he's trying really hard and doing pretty good but now he's going to have to step it up even more...or will he give in? Hmmmm...idk Mike cracked me up in this chapter for some reason. My Miz muse is really weird. Miz Muse: I want a pet woodchuck! Wrestlefan4: Point made. Miz Muse: But wouldn't it be cool? It could chuck wood, but how much wood? Wood...hahahaha...wood... Wrestlefan4: Miz Muse, shut up plz! (rolls eyes) Miz Muse: No
