Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Twenty-One

Sunday...

Mike stared up at Steve's sleeping face, who had a slight smile. He snored loudly, coughed, and settled down. Mike smiled and chuckled softly. He just loved watching his lover sleep. The younger man shimmed out of Steve's grasp and sat up. He winced slightly but smiled broadly. They spent most of their time in bed. Steve wanted to show Mike how much he loved the younger man. Mike enjoyed it and today was their last day with each other.

The younger man sighed. He did not want to leave Steve's side because he loved him and just wanted to spend as much time with the older man as possible. He pulled on his underwear and sweatpants. He pulled Steve's tank top over his head and over his body. He just loved Steve's scent and Mike could not get enough of it.

Mike got up from the bed, slipped into his slides, and walked to the kitchen. He looked through the fridge intent on making breakfast. He paused when he heard a car drive up. Mike went to the front door and opened it to check who wanted to see them this early in the morning.

Mike groaned. "What the hell do you want?"

Sammie stared at him as he leaned against his truck. His right eye was a dark purple. Mike smiled at his handiwork. He folded his arms over his chest, waiting for an answer. The passenger's side door opened and Rebecca stepped out. She smiled at Mike.

The blond nodded. "Morning."

"Morning, sir," Rebecca greeted back.

"How can I help you?"

"Well, we came by because Sammie has something to say to you." She looked to her brother.

Sammie looked away.

"Don't you, Sammie?"

"I'm sorry," Sammie mumbled.

"What?" Mike asked.

"I'm sorry," he said again.

Mike stared at him.

"What?" Steve asked as he walked out onto the porch.

Sammie gazed upon the older man.

"Sammie," Rebecca urged.

"I said I'm sorry," he repeated as he stared at Steve.

"For...?" Rebecca urged on.

"For causing you trouble."

"Causing me trouble?" Steve asked.

"You caused us both trouble," Mike said.

"I'm not talking to you!" Sammie exclaimed.

"Well, I'm talking to you, you bitch! I have had it up to here with people like you-"

"People like me?"

"Yes, people like you thinking that they can break me and Steve up. We've been together for going on seven years. That's right, seven years. I may be a twink or a Queen, but Steve loves me and I love him. There's nothing that you nor anyone else can do to break us apart."

Sammie and Mike glared at each other.

Rebecca stared at Steve. "I'm sorry for my brother's behavior."

Steve waved her off.

"Please, don't think bad of him and of me. Well, okay think bad of him, but please, not of me."

"Hey!" Sammie protested as he turned to glare at his sister.

Rebecca giggled.

"As long as boundaries are kept, I'm not going to do anything rash," Steve replied. "As for the love of my life, that's a whole new story."

Rebecca nodded. "You think I can keep my job...?"

Steve looked to Mike, who still glared at Sammie. "I have no problem with it if Mike doesn't."

Rebecca nodded once more.

"As long as he stays away from Steve, I'm fine with it. He should be in this cabin only if you're here," Mike replied.

"Fair enough," Rebecca replied. "Sammie?"
"Fine," her brother said.

"I hope y'all have a great day," she said. She got into the truck and waited for her brother.

Sammie climbed into the truck as well.

Steve and Mike watched them drive off.

"What makes you think he's been in our cabin?" Steve asked.

"He had your scent on him," Mike replied as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Really?" Steve came up behind his lover.

Mike nodded. He turned his head and smiled at his fiance. "I recognize your scent anywhere."

"That's good to know."

They kissed.

"How about...one last romp before you go?" Steve asked.

Mike smiled and followed the older man inside.

…

Alex spent all of the weekend moving his things over to John's house. He placed what he did not need into John's storage shed. He made plans to sell the stuff when and if John and he got really serious. After he cleaned up the apartment, he paid his landlord for breaking the lease and gave him the keys.

Alex slid into the driver side of his car and smiled. He could not believe that John and him were living together. The young man wiped his face and drove off. He needed to go shopping for some things for dinner. John would be in to spend some time with him before they had to go back to work.

The younger man got to Kroger and shopped around. He just needed to get enough for the both of them. He got what he needed and went home. He unloaded the car and started on dinner. He got the finishing touches on the table when the door opened.

"Kevin!" Cena called.

"Dinning room!" Alex called back.

"What smells so good?"

"I made us some steaks."

John stood, smiling at him. His eyes took in the dinner for two. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," Alex replied.

The older man nodded. "Let me take a quick shower and then we can eat."

"How about we eat and then take a quick shower?"

John stared at him. "Would you like that?"

Alex nodded as he walked over to him. He ran his hand down John's chest, the chest that he loved to kiss and nuzzle into. "I figure...we eat dinner, take a shower together, have dessert, and more fun time."

John could feel his jorts getting tighter. "I would love that."

Alex smiled and both men went to the table to enjoy their meal. After which, they took a shower like Alex wanted. John and Alex kissed and held each other as the waters rain down on them.

"I missed you," Alex whispered.

John stared into the younger man's eyes. "Baby..."

Alex smiled. "I did."

"I'm here now." John shifted so their cocks rubbed together.

The younger man moaned and nuzzled into the crook of the John's neck. John grabbed both their members and stroked them both.

"Faster," Alex whispered.

John chuckled. "I want to enjoy this feeling, baby."

The younger man let out a slight whine but nodded an understanding. John went fast and slowed down, enjoying the moans and shivers that ran through younger man's body.

"John," Alex moaned over and over. He threw his head back as he released.

Cena came right after him. Both men held each other before they washed up, dried off, and dressed.

"So, what did you get for dessert?" John asked.

"I was hoping we fire up the pit and make s'mores," Alex said.

John smiled. "I'll get the fire started."

"And I'll get the ingredients."

Both men went their separate ways. John threw some wood into the barbeque pit and tried to start a fire. Alex brought out the stuff to make s'mores, drinks, a blanket to sit on, paper plates, bamboo sticks, and his iPod with its docking station. He hooked up the docking station and set his iPod to random.

"Groove! Street! Fuck! I gotta whole lot of money. Bitches count it for me. Bottle keep poppin' that's why the bad hoes jockin'. It's a party! It's a party! It's a party!"

John laughed and turned to Alex.

"What?" Alex asked.

"Did you chose that for me?" John asked.

"I have it on random."

John nodded and went back to starting the fire.

Alex laid out the blanket. He started to assemble the s'mores and watched as John got the fire started. Both men watched the fire roar before they stuck the marshmallow onto the bamboo sticks.

"Bamboo sticks?" John questioned.

Alex nodded. "I like them because their smooth and my mom used to use them as well for kabobs and other things."

John nodded.

"Party rock! Yeah! Whoo! Let's go! Party rock is in the house tonight. Everybody just have a good time. And we gonna make you lose your mind. Everybody just have a good time."

John shook his head as he bit into his dessert. "Hot!"

Alex chuckled. "Careful, baby."

"But it's so good." John smiled at Alex.

The younger man leaned forward and kissed him.

They enjoyed their dessert and watched the fire.

"This has been a great evening," Alex whispered.

John nodded.

"I don't want it to end."

"I know what you mean."

"I love to love you baby. I love to love you baby. I'm feelin' sexy. I wanna hear you say my name, boy. If you can reach me, you can feeling my burning flame."

John stared at his boyfriend. "Beyonce?"

Alex paled and became red.

John looked his young boyfriend up and down. "Do you want to be my naughty boy tonight?"

Alex smiled and looked down.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." John leaned forward and gently pushed Alex down onto his back.

…

Cole watched Randy as he worked out. Randy focused on his back and biceps. He did pull-ups and switched over to deadlifts. Cole licked his lips as he watched the younger man. His form was perfect, his skin glistened with sweat, the muscles beneath the bronzed skin rippled and flexed with each movement.

Randy stopped to catch his breath and got himself a drink of water. He looked around the gym. Cole concentrated on what he was doing at the leg press machine. Randy went back to working out.

Cody came in and went straight to Randy. He lightly touched his friend's back. Randy turned to him and smiled.

"So, when does your plan start?" Cody whispered.

"It's already started," Randy said.

Cody laughed.

"Thank you for doing this."

"No problem. Anything to cause Cole distress."

"So...is Mark up for this?"

Cody thought awhile. He ran his hand down Randy's chest. "Let's just say, after that little tryst..." He nodded.

"Good."

"Did you enjoy it?"

Randy nodded. He leaned forward and whispered into Cody's ear, "Immensely."

Cody smiled. He gave a quick peck onto Randy's cheek before leaving.

Cole sat transfixed as he watched them even though he could not hear them. Both men were hot and seeing them openly flirt was just hot as well. Then, Cole narrowed his eyes. He felt jealousy rear its ugly head. He could not believe that Cody laid hands on what should be his.

Randy watched the older man, who was deep in thought. He smiled and grabbed his gym bag. He decided that he would shower in the gym's shower instead of going back to his hotel.

Cole soon realized that he was alone. He sighed and decided that a shower was in order. He got up and headed toward the shower room. He heard the waters running. He shrugged his shoulders and got undressed. He put a towel around his waist and entered the showers. He stopped when his eyes took in Randy's bare figure.

Randy had his back against the tiled wall. His blue eyes were half-lidded as he stroked himself. His lips were parted as he breathing became short and heavy. Randy ran his thumb over his tip several times before going back to stroking himself. He quickened his pace and came; his spunk washing away down the drain.

Randy breathing slowed down and he pushed himself off the wall. He turned around and began to wash up.

Cole witnessed the whole scene. He could not believe that Randy was masturbating in the shower room. His heart pounded as he watched and he knew that he himself was hard from the scene. The announcer slowly backed out and went back to the locker room. He sank down onto a bench.

"Hey, Cole," Randy greeted as he walked over to his locker.

"Hi," Cole said, eyes on the ground.

"You okay?"

Cole nodded.

Randy chuckled and began to dry off. Cole watched him. He wanted to touch him, to caress him, to kiss him, to own Randy.

"Hey, Randy!" Mark called.

Randy looked up. "Yeah?"

The Deadman came into sight. "Your fiance was wondering where you were staying."

Randy stared at him. "Why didn't he just call?"

"He did. Your phone's off."

Randy bent down causing Cole to catch sight of his ass. He looked at his phone.

"Damn," Randy breathed. "I'm in room 637."

Mark nodded. "I'll let him know." He turned to leave.

"Glenn came all this way to see me?"

The older man stopped and nodded. "Though, I can't imagine why."

Randy chuckled.

"We're going out to eat."

He nodded. "I'm on my way."

Mark nodded and gazed upon the younger man. He gave a slight shake of the head and left.

Randy began to dress. He grabbed his bag and looked to Cole. "Have a great night."

"You too," Cole said after awhile to no one. He caught a glimpse of the most sacred of things, Randy's pert ass. He even caught Mark lusting after the young man. People were going after Randy, his Randy. People were going to try and steal Randy from Glenn. Cole smirked. Let them try, he thought. They can distract the Big Red Machine and I can swoop in and claim him.

Cole clapped his hands together. He got up and showered as he thought of ways to charm Randy.