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Chapter Dedication: john cena good gurl

Song of the Chapter: Dark Horses – Switchfoot

(14)

The first thing I came to sense of was warmness that engulfed me, and the sweet and spicy smell that surrounded me. My eyes fluttered open, the sight firstly catching a hard muscled chest. I closed my eyes for a second and inhaled the familiar scent, mixed with a hint of sweat. It was intoxicating. My eyes travelled up his chest, to his face. His eyes closed, hiding those beautiful sapphire orbs from me. I remembered when I went to sleep, my back was turned to John and he was spooning me from behind. But at one moment, I had turned to press against him. It felt much better this way, having his arms encircled my body.

I wondered why I was sounding so mature. I never have, except for in the ring. My fingers touched the bump of his nose, and then travelled to the side, trailing the outline of his jaw. A soft sigh was heard. Then his face pressed against my hand, his lips planting a kiss on my palm. "Good morning, beautiful…"

"How long have you been awake?" Was my first question. He chuckled, a hint of his dimples teasing me. His eyes were still closed, as if he never wants to open them.

"Gee, I expected a better greeting… For about an hour," his arms tightened around me. I dropped my hand to his chest, lightly punching flesh there.

"Creep," I forced back a smile.

"Says the one who stares and touches me when he thinks I'm asleep," he chuckled again, resting his forehead against mine. I punched him again, this time a bit harder. "Ow… you're so abusive…"

"How can I not be, when you're uncontrollable," my voice was hoarse, from sleeping. Clearing my throat, I wondered what time it was. But before that… "John… Open your eyes."

They opened. Such a bright blue, sparkling with mischief as they looked into mine. I tilted my head up. He knew what I wanted, as he cocked his head down and captured my lips in his own. A shot of electricity ran down my spine, along with John's fingers. I arched against his body, feeling his hand resting against my tailbone, massaging circles there as his lips moved in a rhythm on mine. His tongue darted out, running the shape of my lips. Parting them open, I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. I was feeling dizzy. His kisses always made me feel like that, and out of breath. My weight sank down in bed, as he climbed on top of me, hovering over.

A small whimper slipped out of my lips as his lips left mine. Parting my eye lids I watched his eyes roamed all over me, as if he's mesmerizing the sight. Then he leaned down, his chest lightly pressing against mine as his lips grazed my ear. "You're perfect."

My chest tightened. Is that how everyone feels when they are in love? I wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand running through his soft, dark brown hair. I'll never get enough of feeling that velvetiness that curled around my fingers. "You're my perfection," I whispered back. It was a picture perfect moment. One that I wished to relieve everyday for the rest of my life. Then my chest tightened again, this time painfully. So little time until I have to go back to where I… belonged? It didn't sound right. At some point I had believed that. Not now. Not now, with John here with me, both of us tangled together in a knot that cannot be disengaged. I bit my lip in frustration.

"Randy?" he pulled away a bit, so that he could look at my face. "Where did you go to? I called you several times."

"I…"

"What's wrong?" He frowned, his eye brows furrowing together, creating wrinkles. "You're so tense…. Are you…hurt?" he tried to move away. It drove me to panic. I didn't want him to pull away.

"No," I whispered, locking my arms, not allowing him to move away. "No, don't… Please.."

Worry flashed across his eyes, and in a second, he was back to the position he was moments ago. "It's okay, baby… I won't. I'm right here. I'm right here with you." I felt guilty. I went into panic mode and worried John for no reason at all. But that feeling… that feeling I got when I think of not having with me. Months ago I hadn't even cared about one damn thing in the world except for my job. And now, my whole world was John Cena.

"I love you," I said, burying my face against the crook of his neck. "I love you so much that it hurts Me." kisses landed on my shoulder, in a comforting way. I didn't realize I was breathing heavily until John touched my chest, right above my heart.

"I can feel it," he whispered, his lips planting a kiss there before landing on my own. "I love you too," he mumbled against my lips. I felt his hands travel to my hips and then lower, down my thighs in a soothing manner. "Tell me what's wrong?" I didn't get to skip his question.

A moment passed.

The door opened.

"Well," my mom said, putting her hands on her hips and looking at us with a not-so-surprised look on her face. "Do you know what time it is?" she accused, as I hid behind John's body, my reddened face moving away from her stern gaze. She wasn't mad, I could guess from the tone of her voice. John, was so calm on the other hand. Mom could only see our-actually it was only John's chest- upper halves, so it was no problem, but still, it was embarrassing.

"Um…. Ten in the morning?" John desperately guessed.

Mom scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Two thirty in the afternoon. Look," she sighed and crossed her arms above her chest. "I adore you two. You are made for each other. But that doesn't mean you should sleep around the whole day." She said the last sentence harshly. "I mean, aren't you hungry?"

Just then, my stomach growled loudly. I cursed myself inwardly. Resisting the urge to slap my own face, I pressed it against John's back, my nails digging to the skin of his hips, showing that I didn't find it pleasant that he was laughing at me. His body shook with chuckles. "See what I mean?" I could imagine my mom throwing her hands in the air.

"Give us half an hour, we'll come down," John said, his voice slightly pleading. Mom must've nodded or something, I heard her walking away and closing the door behind her. Humiliation was burning through me. I was never one to handle embarrassment.

Payback.

"Come on," John rubbed my hands that were on his hips slowly. But I could still hear humor in his voice. "Let's get cleaned up."

I snaked my hands around his waist, burying my face against his neck from behind. I grinned against his skin. "Do you really want to, Johnny boy? We can have round two right now."

"There's no time," his body tensed as he said that. I got him.

"But don't you want me?" my voice was soft, deep as I ran my hands over his stomach, fingers ghosting over his abs. "Don't you want me writhing under you? Don't you want to bury your big, fat dick inside me and fuck me till I'm raw? Feel my tight, heat around your cock? How my body will arch up against yours when you mark me? Don't you love when I scream for you?" his shoulders were as stiff as board.

"Randy," his voice was hoarse. My tongue wriggled out of my mouth and teased the prominent vein on the side of his neck, behind his right ear.

"Shame that we have no time, Dear John," I chuckled sadistically, pulling away from him. I was faster, a second in front. He missed me, by that second. I laughed out loud, seeing him nearly fall to the floor. I knew that I got him wrapped around my finger.

"Fucking tease," I heard him growl, and straight out jump from the bed. His glare was so intense, that any other person would fucking crawl away from him. Not me. And his little one looked hard as a rock, pointing upwards and beckoning for attention. Blowing him a kiss, I slammed the door shut just as he reached the door. Locking it as he tried to open it, I laughed. This was fun. His fist connected the door, creating a dull thud.

"You'll come out, Orton," he said, his voice low but clear through the door. "You'll come out at some point."

Yeah, right.

XX

His revenge was cut off. A single phone call ruined my mood, and John's own. He didn't know, of course I didn't tell him. But he knew that I was going out at some time of the day.

And here I was, at Barrett's father's bar. How I had thought to never put my foot in this ground ever again. And I find myself standing stiffly at the bar section, waiting for him to arrive. The girl at the bar had asked if I wanted something and I refused, rudely, but refused. Just the mere second inside this bar made me want to die by the second. Needless to say, I was in panic. Who wouldn't be, when being in the place where his or her soul had been scarred for life? Broken, never to be fixed. My heart was thudding painfully inside my chest, its beating loud in my ears.

A familiar light blue shirt caught my eyes but the person vanished before I could recognize the awfully familiar figure. But it was a bar, and many people are present. He could not be someone that I know of. He was too bulky to be Barrett. Bulky…

"Hey," someone said, from behind me. I spun around, catching a pair of olive green eyes. They scanned me up and down, hesitating at a certain spot before moving back up to my face.

"You said Ted and Cody and some others are here," I asked, my eyes roaming the area behind him. He shoved his hands in his pocket, pursing his lips.

"I came alone tonight," he said. Why was he acting weird? He was never like this around me. "They'll meet you tomorrow. I just… needed to talk to you, alone."

"I don't have anything to talk to you," I hissed, a painful tug at my chest receiving ignorance. Our last encounter with a phone call stated that I clearly did not want to do anything with him. "And I'm not going to apologize for what I said to you. You are exactly who I said, Phil," my fists clenched and unclenched.

"I just want to clear things up," his voice was slightly pleading. I was surprised, but I didn't show it. The mask that I had pulled on was too hard to tear apart. "Let's just go to the back. I asked them to give us their store room for an hour. It won't take that long though, I promise."

"To hell with your promises," I hissed. If he only wanted to talk, why did we have to go to the store room of a bar? And where the fuck was Barrett? "I'm not coming."

"Randy… Please," he begged. Philip Jack Brooks fucking begged. I ripped my hand out of his grasp.

"No," I gave no space. "You'll sacrifice me to Barrett, just like you did the other night," I desperately forced back the sob that attempted to come out of my lips.

"What?" his eyes widened. "What are you saying?"

"I…" I averted my gaze.

"Randy…. I want to know what happened. But we can't talk here. That's why I asked you if we can go to the store room. I swear I haven't planned anything to hurt you." He never calls me 'Randy.'

I swallowed thickly. His eyes were honest, his voice sincere. Which I didn't trust, at all. But I let him lead me to the room. If anything happened, I didn't care anymore. Because there was nothing left in me to break down. It was dark, but a boy switched on the light for us and gave us privacy. Barrels that contained alcohol filled the corners of the room, a clearing made in the middle. From the corner of my eyes I saw Phil making a disgusted face. He huffed gently and wiped a hand over his nose. Then he looked at me for the longest moment.

At some point, I dropped my gaze to the floor. His gaze was piercing through my soul.

"I want to know what made you scream off like that in phone," he said, crossing his arms.

"You must be getting reports from your dear lackey. Why are you asking me?"

"Barrett?" My heart jumped to my throat. He knew. He fucking knew. "He hasn't been calling me for a week. Yes, I did tell him to keep an eye on you since I can't." he confessed, in a clipped tone.

"You're the one injected drugs into me, aren't you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. His uncrossed his arms, a frown taking over his features as he stepped towards me.

"Yes…" he unashamedly but sincerely admitted. This was not the man I knew. "Did Barrett tell you that?"

"How do you know him?"

"I wanted a trusted man to do my work. And when I searched for one, I found him. He was popular for this type of work… and for his playboy attitude…. And… forcing…" reality dawned to him. I turned my back to him, to hide the tears away from him. I did not want him to think that I was weak.

"God damn it…" I heard him whisper.

"Hello, Randy," someone chuckled. Coldness washed through my body, making me shiver. I raised my eyes, which clearly were coated with fear and found myself face to face with those mud brown eyes. Gasping, I stepped back. His hands wrapped around me, pulling me against him. "It's been some time since we've last seen," he chuckled again.

I was trembling, and it was hard for me to hold it back. Every time he touched something little died inside me.

"You look afraid," his lips curved to a smirk, as his eyes ran down my body, "and beautiful, nevertheless." Then just like Phil's, Wade's eyes stopped on a spot. His reaction was the complete opposite of Phil's. Snarling, he spun me around and slammed my back against the wall. A whimper dragged out of my lips, my hand desperately trying to push him away as he pressed tightly against me. "You fucking let Cena mark you?! Even after I claimed you first?"

"Barrett," Phil's voice was harsh, and I sensed him trying to pull Barrett away from me. But to no avail. "Get your hands off him, dammit!"

Barrett glared into my eyes for the longest seconds and then shoved me away, my back crashed against the wall again, pain shooting through my lower back, up my spine. Wincing, I hunched over, never taking my eyes off Barrett. I didn't miss the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I simply asked you to look over him, Barrett! You are fuckin-"

"Do not push me, Punk," he shoved Phil, advancing on him. "I did exactly what you said, I kept my word. But apart from the job you gave me to do, anything other is of my business. None of yours. Keep your hand out of my life."

"You know what? I don't-"

I stormed out of the room. I did not want to be anywhere near Barrett, nor Phil. Something was clogging my throat. My chest was tight, it was hard to breathe. Cool air hit my body as I got out of the bar, but it did nothing to cool the heat in my body. Finally, the sob that I had forced back finally escaped. I clasped a hand over my mouth, blinking hard to dry the tears away. I reminded myself, that I was a man, and I should not be crying. That I should be strong, for myself and the others. Others; Who did not know what was happening around them. And I preferred to keep it that way.