Almost done! This is so much fun, though it's taking forever.
John and Ted had a match together the next night, and it went pretty smoothly. Ted was still in a state of shock, his mind slowly adjusting to what he'd learned. He stayed close by Cena's side, not really talking to him but just observing him.
While John went to go do an interview for WWE magazine, Ted headed back to the locker room. He offered to take John's duffle, and the man was shocked but agreed. The blonde went back alone, finding Cena's locker and piling his stuff into it. He found his spare change of clothes and set them aside, even folded them and laid them on the bench.
//Maybe this whole thing isn't so bad// Ted reasoned with himself, fiddling with the zipper on the bag as he thought over the situation //John's a great guy…I could at least stop being a dick.//
Ted didn't hear the men creeping up on him, a fatal mistake.
"Look at this" Ted yelped when an arm wrapped around his waist, hot breath on the back of his neck "Pretty Teddy all alone. Where's Cena?"
"He'll be back anytime" Ted swatted the man's hands away, turning around to find himself glaring at both Test and Batista "What do the two of you want?"
Batista smirked, "A lot, actually. We heard you've been trying to make Cena jealous, and we're just here to help."
"Sorry guys, you missed the boat" Ted dismissed them, turning to fish a spare wristband out of the bottom of Cena's locker "I'm done with that. So get lost."
"The mouth on this one" Test snickered.
Batista licked his lips, "I can't wait to fill it."
Ted turned, ready to shoot back a nasty comment, but found himself backhanded. He smacked against the locker loudly, blanketing his stinging cheek. A swift gut shot sucked the breath out of him, forcing him to double over. His hat was knocked off his head, clattering to the floor. One of those meaty hands grabbed him by the back of the neck, yanking him over the bench.
"Hold down his hands" was all he heard from Batista before he found himself manhandled to the floor, kicking and protesting the entire time. He left deep gashes down Dave's arm, but it didn't even faze the Animal. His hands were seized by Test, yanked up above his head and pinned down against the chilly tile.
"You son of a bitch!" Ted snarled, shuddering in disgust when Batista knelt down and straddled his waist "Let me go, you filthy beast."
"Sorry, little bear, no dice" Batista chuckled lowly, grabbing the collar of the boy's shirt and ripping it with pure strength. Ted winced as the thread gave way, the cool air of the locker room biting at his chest. After a few good yanks, his flimsy jacket was the only thing covering his torso. The Animal gave a hum of satisfaction, running his hand down the boy's supple chest and thumbing at the waistband of his jeans hungrily.
"D-Don't" Ted struggled to stay tough, but he couldn't nail anything down. That old vulnerable feeling came back to him, that helpless sensation that Amir had stained him with so many times. He tried to squirm away as much as he could while the man undid his fly, ribs aching the entire time.
"Don't worry, kid, I'm only gonna break your ass."
"I'm gonna get a turn, right?" Test inquired lecherously.
"Yeah, man, sloppy seconds are all yours."
Tears welled up in Ted's eyes, finally calling out for help. He only got a few loud screams out before Batista took a strip of his shredded shirt and tied it around his head, the thick material bunching in his mouth. It took a few long moments, but soon Ted was muffled. Tears streamed down his cheeks, shaking his head furiously while he tried to claw at Test's grip.
Batista was just about to shred the jeans off the boy's tempting hips when something cracked him in the back of the skull. Hard, cool, painful as hell. The Animal rolled off the boy, clutching at his head as more blows rained down on him.
Test looked up, eyes widening almost comically to see John Cena standing there with a pissed off expression and a thick chain wrapped around his fist in the form of make-shift brass knuckles. John lashed out at Batista with everything he had, bleeding the Animal and knocking him for a loop.
"I told you not to touch him!" John roared, dragging Dave to his feet only to give him a swift punch in the mouth. His lips busted, and Dave even struck back. But John dodged and knocked the monster into the lockers, stunning him briefly.
"Fine!" Dave held up his hands, seething "Just fine, Cena! Don't share the bitch, see if I give a fuck!"
//I'll have him// Dave made a quick retreat, giving the blonde a last lusty look //I'm gonna fuck that kitten sooner or later, just you wait Cena.//
Once the man was gone, John shot Test a glare, "You wanna thrown down too, bitch?"
The thick wrestler released Ted, getting the hell out of there.
John knelt down beside Ted and discarded his street chain, the trembling blonde was digging at the gag weakly. He reached back and untied it, easing it from his bruised lips. A crimson stain his cheek, showing where he'd been struck. Ted stared up at him in relieved shock, tears still shining on his face and in his eyes.
"Aw, kitten, come 'ere" John brought the boy up into his arms, pulling his jacket tighter around his bare chest. He gently thumbed the tears away, looking him over carefully. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?"
Ted shook his head, saying that his ribs were fine.
"I'm sorry about that" John brushed a tuft of blonde hair out of the boy's eyes "I can't believe he'd do something like that."
John kept apologizing, saying that next time he'd take him with him to the interviews or whatever he needed to do. Ted's heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he couldn't hear anything else, everything was clicking in place in his mind. John saved him without a selfish thought in his head. John didn't save him because he thought Ted belonged to him, he saved him to keep him from harm. Even though Ted had sworn to never give it up, John had protected him from having to suffer through a forced coupling.
John had saved him to keep him from pain, not because he wanted to keep someone from infringing on his territory.
That little voice in his head was now louder, his primal instincts were screaming mate and he couldn't deny it any longer. His heart opened up for the first time in so long and accepted John's love, letting the warmth of it consume and cradle him. It was like a fresh gulp of air after living beneath murky water for years, rejuvenating him.
Ted wrapped his arms around the man, breathing a sigh of relief, "Thank you, John."
John's eyes widened in amusement, arms coming up to hug the blonde back, //He's never called me by my name before.//
"Can we go back to the room?" Ted whispered into the man's ear.
John agreed, wondering what had come over Ted.
~*~*~*~*~
Two hours later, they got back to the hotel room. John offered to go get food for them from the catering, the younger agreed. While the man was gone, Ted made the final decision.
John got back with a bag, walking and going straight for the coffee table, "Looks like it's Chinese tonight."
John turned, going to offer to get something healthier if Ted wanted it, but paused. Ted was standing at the foot of the bed John had claimed for himself, the blonde only in his boxers and his t-shirt. His hands were behind his back, hips cocked a bit, tail swishing slowly just behind his legs. He looked so…beautiful, calm, at ease for the first time in so long.
John felt compelled to approach him, unsure why, "You sure you're ok, Ted?"
Ted took a deep breath, the next sentence he uttered feeling so natural as it slipped from his lips, "You can make me feel better, Master."
John's heart picked up at this, the words going straight to his groin, "Don't tease, Teddy."
"I'm not teasing" Ted reached out, trailing his fingers up the surface of the man's shirt to brush at his collar "I'm serious about this. I want this. I want…us."
Ted leaned up slowly, hoping his affection wouldn't be rejected. It was a languid meeting of lips, both unsure at first. But as John got his first taste of the blonde he'd come to love, he couldn't stop his hands from touching Ted's waist and bringing him closer. The kiss grew, passion feeding it, tongues meeting for the first time.
They stood there for who knows how long, hands roaming and mouths kneading hungrily. It was the first (wanted) intimate contact either had experienced in a long time, learning a rhythm soon enough. Ardor laced with their blood, bodies reacting favorably to one another.
John broke the kiss, pupils blown with need, "Not that I'm complaining…cause I'm so fucking happy about this…but kitten, stop."
"Why?" Ted trailed sweet kisses down the older man's neck, wishing to feel the body he'd dreamed of on top of him.
"I won't be able to stop" John replied honestly, body already thrumming as every fantasy he'd ever had played through his mind on fast-forward.
"I've never had someone touch me in love, not this way" Ted took a step back, making sure the man couldn't look away "I've only ever thought about it…with you. I've never wanted sex before, not this badly, not with a man. You wouldn't deny me this new love, would you John?"
John tried to rein himself in, but his breath started picking up as Ted ran a hand over his own abs. While John watched his hands, the blonde watched his reaction as he slowly stripped off his shirt. He fingered the elastic of his boxers, almost teasing himself as he slowly eased the material down his hips and legs.
John's entire being was focused on the beauty before him, fingers twitching to touch and lips aching to worship. He wanted to taste every inch of the blonde and claim him as his own, keep him from harm.
Ted eased back on the bed, scooting up just slowly enough to give the man a full view of all he had to offer. He would've felt self-conscious about the scars marring his flesh, the old whip wounds or the track marks, but that look of pure lust and love on Cena's face made it all fade away. He crooked his finger at the man, getting a quick response.
John crawled onto the bed, covering him with his massive body. Their mouths met eagerly, lips working in their new-found rhythm. The older man's clothes fell away, hot flesh meeting. Their heavy petting was a seductive dance, John showing there was nothing to fear from him while Ted proved he truly wanted this. The blonde mewed when those calloused hands trailed down his back, cupping his hips and bringing their bodies closer.
Though Ted grabbed the lube he'd stashed beneath the pillow and slipped it into Cena's hand, the man simply laid it aside and continued down the blonde's neck. Ted reveled in the pleasure of the man's lips and tongue on his jaw, his neck, down to his chest. He bit back a moan when his nipple was caught in a soft bite, letting out the sound when the bite was soothed with a warm tongue.
Minutes trickled away like sand, time John spent worshipping the man he'd come to love. He wasn't a big fan of biting, not like Randy was known to leave on Cody's poor neck (though everyone knew the boy enjoyed it), but John did enjoy the taste of him. His ministrations were softer, used more to sensitize the flesh rather than mark it.
Ted was in heaven, letting his pleasure known with his sighs and low moans.
"Be sure about this, Teddy" John stated, ignoring the hard cock that strained for his touch "I don't want you to regret this."
Ted grabbed the lube and sat up, stealing a kiss for himself before replying, "I want this…more than anything."
He slipped the tube into the older man's hand.
John's dimples popped when he smiled, gently pushed the blonde back down, "Then lay back and relax, kitten. I'm gonna take care of you."
Ted obeyed, stretching out and spreading his thighs to give the man room to work. But his back came up in an arch when John suddenly took him all the way down his throat, his length devoured in a hot moistness. The sensation new to him, but oh-so-sweet. He reveled in Cena's mouth on him, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head as pleasure washed through him.
Ted barely noticed the slick digit that worked it's way inside him, tail curling as his fingers dug into the sheet beneath him. John was careful as he stretched him, making sure the blonde was in nothing but ecstasy as he worked him open. He made a vow to himself that he would do his best not to hurt Ted, and he wasn't going to break it just because he was impatient.
Ted's orgasm built up in his stomach, nothing short of molten lava. But before he could build up too much, John pulled off his cock and eased his fingers from his body.
"No" Ted whined, cheeks flushed as he reduced himself to begging "Don't stop?""I've got something better for you, kitten" those dimples caused the blonde to shudder, a wicked intention behind them. John covered him, running his hands along the outside of his thighs. Ted almost trembled as those thick muscles pressed him down into the bed, the feeling of safety that flowed through him mingled and fueled his desire.
Ted spread his legs a bit, curling his legs high around his waist. He wrapped his arms around the older man's neck, tilted his head back as John chose a spot just below his ear and feasted on it. Though the movement was slow, Ted couldn't stop the loud groan that escaped him when John started easing his thick length inside of him. His body adjusted to the intrusion, accepting it. He dug his nails into the man's stalwart shoulders, thrilled at the way the muscles jumped beneath his touch.
John moaned against the blonde's neck, the velvet sheath fluttering around his heavy cock. He made sure to keep his movements smooth, the lube he'd smeared along his length making it easier. He started a rhythm, making sure to read the signs his boy was showing. His tail flicked madly against the bed and across Cena's thighs, adding a new sensation to the mix and making his breath hitch.
A languid hour went by, John kept their passion at a slow burn with amazing self control. Sweat slicked their skin, making their movements as smooth as their coupling. Kisses were shared, hands grasping and tingling vulnerable flesh. Lips swelled under the pressure, moans lingering in the air and overlapping until one couldn't be distinguished from the other.
The rhythm only picked up after Cena lost control, and that was Ted's fault.
"Harder" Ted whispered breathlessly, gazing up at the man through golden-spun lashes "Please, Master…it feels so fuckin' good."
John picked up the pace, grunting as he took and gave as much as pleasure as he could. Ted pushed back, loving the feeling of the man deep inside him. He'd never known sex could feel so good, so intimate. He'd never felt so connected, not just to John but to his own body. With each kiss, each bolt of electricity that flowed through his body, each brush of his prostate, he felt himself connect deeper with Cena.
Physically, mentally…this was his master, and he loved him.
Ted found his release too soon, trying to hold it back but failing. He gave in, relishing every moment of liquid rapture that pulsed through him. He coated their stomachs with his seed, trying not to howl but failing. John spilled inside him moments later, the feeling new and welcoming.
The next few minutes were spent finding their breath, enjoying their high and coming down slowly. They nuzzled and whispered to each other, smiling as they said sweet nothings. Their lips met chastely, then again more deeply.
They mutually agreed to shower and get into the other bed, so they managed to get up and walk on jelly-legs to the bathroom. Ted found himself feeling very touchy, very vulnerable, and had his arms wrapped around Cena's waist and snuggled against his back as the man ran the shower and made sure the temperature was hot enough.
"Come on, kitten" John eased him into the shower cubicle, shutting the glass door behind them. They spent a good half hour in there together, washing the sweat and seed from their skin. They kissed lazily, finding themselves smiling for no reason.
Later, damp and warm, they slipped into the other bed and covered up. After only a moment of hesitation, Ted laid himself along the man's strong form and let his head rest in the crook of his arm and shoulder. They both got comfortable, body's still buzzing and aching pleasantly from their activity.
John brushed a kiss across his pet's forehead, letting his hand come up and touch the blonde kitten ears he loved so much. Ted sighed in content, chest heaving against the older man's. Seeing that he wasn't going to be scolded, John started to softly play with them, memorizing their texture.
A vibration began against Cena's chest, startling him until he heard the rough sound coming from the blonde. His dimples flashed, a good-natured laugh escaping him.
"Are you purring, Teddy?"
"Mm-hmm" Ted replied, almost half asleep now "Do that…when I'm happy…I think my ears make me…tired."
The last word was said on a yawn.
"Get some sleep, kitten" John kept the pressure on the boy's ears light, just enough to help him off to sleep "I'm going to be right here in the morning."
Ted drifted off, knowing no nightmares would dare trespass his dreams tonight. Not with John watching over him.
