So yeah, it's a bout to get a bit more perverted, so for anyof you who don't want to read citrus of any kind I advice to quit reading now. For everyone else there's MasterCard ...lol j/p So without any other delay, I give you part 3 of the amazing Virginity Gone! ONWARD!
Warning: This story has slight Shotacon (aka love with boys who haven't reached puberty or adult age yet). This fiction has teenage angst, awkward puberty developments, gay and bisexual desires, and of course all around good lemony love with all the workings, and Masterbation accompanied by guilt.
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE. Nor do I own any pop culture I mention here. But mostly, I don't condone sex with minors. This is a pure work a fiction, and a work of art, by yours truly.
It was six am, the sun was just rising over the horizon as it glittered against the dew on the front lawn of the Korklan residence. That was what Randy looked at as his sights were set out the window. He couldn't sleep. He'd woken up at around 5 and had yet to drift back for another round of comfort and dreams.
It was Friday, the 3rd day of school, and the day Randy's parents were coming back. Actually, while he was at school, they should be getting home. That meant this was the last day he could sleep in the Korklan house, for the time being.
Randy's foggy blue eyes looked over at the sleeping form on the bed beside his. Randy could have slept in the guest room, but Evan had insisted that he sleep in Mike's bed and Mike sleep in the dejected room at the other end of the house. He didn't disagree. It meant he could be closer to Evan. But it wasn't like this was the first time Randy had sleptover, or vise-versa -actually, they did that plenty in elementary school. But it would count as the first time sicne Randy had realized his feelings.
Evan lay with the covers pushed down to his waist, the naked torso on view. His thin arms were splayed out over his head, which was slightly titled to the left. Lips were agape though his deep sleep breathing was through his nose.
Randy couldn't help notice the little things about the way Evan lay there, things that made his heart pound and his high cheeks to blush. Evan looked so...so, so erotic.
The dip that was made from the ribs to the flat, smooth, creamy skinned tummy. That collar bone that created this sweet curve just at the bottom of his slender, sensitive neck. Those dusty pink nubs were soft with the warm air of the room.
Randy gulped, his mouth was watering. He could feel stirring in his pajama pants. Not again! Randy cried, mentally. He'd gotten aroused countless times before. Sometimes it was uncontrolable and at the weirdest moments. There had been times where the slightest thing got him up. Like how he saw this cute girl smile at him in the supermarket with his mom. Randy had to wrap his sweatshirt around his waist so that no one would notice.
Randy stepped off the bed quickly, a hand over his crotch for safe measure, and rushed to Evan's bathroom. As he went, he got worse, with more images of Evan filling his head. Both unwanted and loved.
Quickly he had shed his pajama bottoms and black briefs, taking his hardening sex into sight. He spit in his hand before grasping his member, tenderly. A slow rhythm started. His slender and long fingers gripped and slid, building and hardening until Randy was panting with pain from how aroused he was. He had to bite his lip to stop from moaning, in fear of waking someone up. he couldn't control wet dreams, but he control his voice. Hisses, like a viper, were the only thing he allowed to come out.
When he felt the pressure in his stomach his left hand quickly grabbed toilet paper and pressed it gently to the tip as his right continued the quick pace it was now moving at. He shook with a finish.
Randy flushed the sticky papers down the toilet, feeling enormous guilt. After washing his hands, he looked at himself in the life size mirror. Disgust washed over him. How could he stand there with his pajamas and underwear around his ankles, white t-shirt messily around him, face flushed? But, worse then that, how could he stand there and study the limp cock between his legs, the mess of dark nappy curls, and the reddened sacks of tight skin over his testicles, when he was standing in Evan's bathroom? Randy was disgusting. A pervert. A faggot. Indecent and unnatural. Health class had taught them that this was normal, but it felt anything but the opposite. It was going to be a bad day.
Because of the way the classes rotated, gym class was first. That really sucked. What was the point of getting dressed in the morning, if you're just going to need to change once you got to class? But Evan's mom would never let Evan go out of his house in trashed basketball shorts and a ratty muscle shirt, and so he had to go to school in regular clothes and change into gym clothes in barely anytime. Waste of energy on a friday morning.
Evan's dark chocolate orbs glanced around him as he changed. The bell had just rang as he and Randy go in the locker room, so it was half full, waiting for the late stragglers. Sophmores weren't there, it was their first day of health. Instead of health being a separate class altogether, the grades would one by one go for a few weeks to health class instead of gym. Then after that, they would return and the next class would go off. It looked pretty empty in the boy's locker room, compared to the stuffed and cramped feel of yesturday.
Randy was in his underwear, going through his sack for his track pants. His face was fustrated. Evan could only muse on the fact that Randy woke up in a deadly mood. If anything bad happened to him, he'd surely crack. Which wasn't good. Randy had had times before where he would have this uncontrollable rage, and it was like he was relieved while doing stuff like break things, and feel incredibly remorseful afterwards. Evan was always a bit afraid of Randy when he got that way, but the kid was always there to comfort the taller boy afterwards. Evan could never be scared of Randy for too long. They'd been best friends for too many years for a one or two excessive rage moments a year or so to affect that.
"You okay?" Evan asked.
Randy's head snapped up as if he wasn't even aware that he was zoned out. He looked up at Evan and gave a soft smirk. "Yeah, just not in a good mood today."
Evan slipped on his beat up converses and tied them tight. His dark eyes looked up, big and wondering, at his good friend. "Why? Did you forget to do your homework again?"
Usually, that would give Randy a smirk. But Randy shook his head and brought out his track pants (finally), pulling them on over his semi hairy legs. "Nah, just woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, I guess."
"You're lying through your teeth, Orton," Evan sighed. "You can't lie to me, you have a seriously easy tell."
"Which is?" Randy asked, Standing straight, looking directly at Evan with a brow arched in question. His blue hues were starting to look amused.
Evan grinned feircely. "I'm not telling. 'Cause, if you know, then you make sure not to do it again. And then I won't be able to play poker with you."
"You're forgetting something there, Ev." Randy smirked now. Evan looked at him with eyes in thought. He asked what and Randy simply replied, "We don't know how to play poker."
They laughed. Randy felt his heart pounding. Evan had this amazing ability to just make Randy better when a horrible mood would surface.
Just then the locker room door slammed open, distracting everyone from their conversations and tedious dressing. In walked John Cena, grinning as big as Evan had ever seen these last 3 days. What the hell could make that big senior so happy?
Evan laughed with some of the others as John struck a super hero like pose, hands fisted on his hips and face upturned in pride. "Today!" John announced to the boys in the locker room. "We play Dodgeball."
Randy and Evan heard some guys grumble in annoyance, while others high fived eachother in happiness.
Evan looked over at Randy with a glint in his eyes. Out of all sports, dodgeball Evan liked. What better way to prove that height, weight, and body structure didn't automatically make you weak. In a good game of dodgeball, Evan took no prisoners. He went all out, using his speed and tricks to dominate the game.
Randy's eyes narrowed and a sly smirk replaced his earlier frowns completely. Randy loved playing dodgeball with Evan. It was a true workout. It was fun! "Well, my day just got way better," he said.
Evan laughed. He and Randy always made sure to be on different teams, so that they could go against eachother. This day would show no different. "That is if you win, Rand." Evan patted the taller boy a on the bare shoulder, unaware of how that made Randy shiver slightly. "When I win, you have to promise not to be all pissy."
Randy's eyes flashed, both with challenge and lust, though it didn't occure to the shorter friend grinning at him. "Right. You mean when I win, I promise not to gloat in your face for too long."
Let the fun begin!
Ah, high school physical education class, the breeding ground of awkward teen hormonal issues. There was sweat, adrenaline, and an underlying sexuality while the teenagers ran laps around the gym and stretched their growing bodies. Nothing said Good morning like the sight of cute girls (and hot guys) running, bodies flexing and bouncing with a jogging pace. It was a sight John used to never really notice until now. It was horrible being a teenager in the final stages of puberty, the hormonal unbalance was so annoying. All Cena felt like doing sometimes was just going to sleep and trying to forget the rest of the world. No avail, of course. But gym class could never stop him from getting slightly turned on now. Girls in booty shorts, chests bouncing with each step around the gym.
John felt like such a creeper sometimes.
The game of dodgeball had become this amazing profession of physicallity. Anyone who took sports seriously had been top game. Though a majority of the girls questioned why the boys were taking a game so seriously. But the answer was quite simple. It was in their DNA. People had to be the best, it was survival of the fittest.
When John had been struck out, he sat on the bleachers near Killings who had just gotten out before him. He eyed Evan, on one side of the line, dodging fast rubber spheres and chucking his own deadly hits, getting more people on the opposite side out. Evan's team was getting dominated by the other team, though they tried to get the best guy in the game out. That would be Randy.
From the looks of it, Randy was aiming at anyone but Evan, and the short boy was doing the same exact thing towards Randy. They were knocking everyone else out like a simple target practice.
"Man," Killing said, astonished. "Those freshman really know how to play the game."
"You ain't kidding, Truth," Cena responded, not even taking his eyes off the game, using Ron Killings nickname.
The sound of arguing behind him stole half of his attention. John glanced back quickly before watching the quickly decreasing teams come closer to one on one. It was that really pale kid and the other kid Evan and Randy hung out with in class. Uh Stephen and Matt? No, Mitch? What was it?-
"Let's bet on it there, Mikey fella," Stephen grinned.
Right! It was Stephen and Mike! That's who they are!
Mike smirked back. "Fine, I bet 10 bucks Evan wins this time."
Stephen held out his hand, saying, "I put 15 on Orton."
The last person from Evan's team was struck out on the leg. At the same time, Evan took the chance to hit the last guy on Randy's team with a ball right to the chest. That was when Randy and Evan stilled, both grinning viciously at each other. They were breathing heavy. Sweaty, grinning, and panting.
John tore his eyes from infront of him and looked back at Mike and Stephen. "What's the bet on boys?" he asked.
Stephen continued to grin, his white teath matching his white skin. "Randy and Evan there do this all the time, fella."
Mike chuckled. "They man-handle the game so that it's always just them in the end. And then when they got every soul out, making sure not to bring anyone in from the sidelines, they start an all out war with eachother." Mike glanced back up as he notice Evan grab 3 balls while Randy only got 2. "It's the most intense thing a fucking dodgeball game has ever seen."
Stephen laughed. "It's something that we and our friends bet on. We like to make the game a bit better."
John smirked. "Alright, I'll join in on this bet. Sounds like it'll be one interesting game. I got 20 on Orton." He said holding out his hand. They all shook hands making the deal official before turning back just in time to watch the beginning of the best game of one on one dodgeball Cena had ever seen.
Randy smirked and ducked the flying green ball. He quickly shot out a ball of his own. Evan jumped up high enough to escape being touched by the thing. The flight loving boy threw the two balls in his hands, one after the other, aiming so that when Randy dodged one, he would most likely be hit with the other. But Orton had learned to not fall for that move. He quickly dropped down, chest to the dirty court floor. He rolled out of the way when another ball came at him.
In a flash, Randy grabbed the nearest ball and jumped up to his feet, Throwing it fast, so fast it was just an orange blur. But Evan evaded it speedily with a one armed cartwheel before throwing the yellow ball in his hand. Randy sprinted away from the target section to the other side of his half of the gymnasium. He grabbed the discarded amo there and shot one after other.
Somehow, Evan dodged them all, ducking, side-stepping, jumping up. He was like the fricken Matrix at one point. Evan chucked a few balls right after. Randy grabbed a ball and blocked each shot with it, then threw it at Evan before bolting to the front to get more amo. Evan side stepped and threw more of the hurling shots at Randy's retreating long body. Then, with a forceful throw, one ball came very close to hitting Orton on the foot.
But Randy had jumped up and flipped so he would land on the floor on his front, panting and smirking. He pumped his body with two easy push ups before standing.
Evan and Randy watched eachother for a minute, catching some much needed breaths. The students sitting on the bleachers were in amazement, awes and wows were heard amongst the gasp and giggles of girls.
"You're going to lose, Ev!" Orton yelled across the gym. He stepped closer to the middle of the gym where there were 3 balls idly sitting around. "Give up."
Despite the fact that Evan could possibly lose, he could feel the joy in his heart. This was the one thing no matter what was fucking up his life that could make him overjoyed. No matter how short or scrawny he was, Evan could still make one hell of a game using his speed and high flying tendancies. "Bring it, Orton. I'm not backing down."
Randy smirked. He quickly yelled out for Mike. "Dude, how the betting pool going?" Evan chuckled.
Mike responded back loudly. "Thirty-five for you and ten for Evan."
Evan laughed, again. "Hope the people who bet on you can back it up, Rand."
"Yeah, whatever, air bourne. Let's end this." Randy replied. "The class is going to end soon and the teachers look like they're shitting their pants at how cool we are."
Evan held in the loud chuckles as a teacher scolded Randy for that comment.
Suddenly, Randy and Evan had begun a faster, more intense round.
John watched with big eyes. "Holy shit," he muttered.
Stephen laughed behind him. "You think this is good, you should watch them play pro-wrestling at my house. My mom nearly throws them out for making so much noise."
John shook his head, still in disbelief. He never thought Evan and Randy could be this athletic. Sure Randy he guessed could play sports by the way he played basketball yesturday and the day before. But yesturday, Evan had barely moved in the game, and just looked like he had nothing in him to play anything. But this Evan! This Evan was amazingly fluid in his moves, jumping and flipping, rolling and running. Just, amazing.
Randy and Evan were a pair, all right. They had this chemistry with eachother that could only be brought with years of knowing eachother. John felt envious. But that wasn't all he felt. And don't think badly, now. Cena wasn't only a perverted teenage boy, he was a perverted teenage boy who felt this blooming feeling in his chest. His heart pounded and his attention couldn't be taken away from the two fantastically sexy dodgeball players on court.
Evan and Randy were closer to eachother then ever, making the throwing easier, but the dodging more difficult. And then finally, Evan blocked a ball with the one his hands before chucking it at his best friend. Randy was hit! He stumbled in lack of balance. His hands went to where the ball hit him on the chest and soothed the strike with a his fingers. "Jesus, Ev, if you keep aiming at my chest, I'll end up having heart problems."
Evan laughed and slung an arm around his friend. He stunk, sweat giving this musty smell off him and straight to Randy's senses. "You smell that?" Evan asked, knowing how bad he smelled. He might not have gone through a good part of body changes, but sweat still stunk. "That, Randy, is the smell of victory!"
Randy looked at the face splitting grin on Evan's face. He should have been sulking that he lost, but instead he laughed and pushed Evan away. "You stink of something more than Victory! You smell like a fucking pig."
"Oh, look who's talking, stinky." Evan giggled. They walked off the court, hearing the teachers tell everyone to hit the showers. Girls sent them flirting looks as they walked by towards where Mike and Stephen were still sitting.
Evan grinned. "So if I got it right, we split it $22.50 each," Evan told Mike who was grinning as big as Evan was. "But you can keep the extra 50 cents. I'll survive without them."
They walked to the locker room, Randy and Evan still catching their breaths, as Stephen and Mike talked about some class they had together later that day with this hot teacher.
As they got in there, they were met with smiles and praise on the game such as "That was cool," or "Man that was intense."
Reaching their lockers, Evan and Randy were exhausted. "Well, I'll be sleeping in history today." Randy joked.
Evan laughed stripping off his sweat slicked shirt. He was oblivious to the looks coming from Randy, beside him, and from John, a few lockers down. Evan's slick chest was just so... so sexy. "You got deoderant I can use?" He asked looking towards Randy.
The taller boy nodded and took a bar of Old Spice from the bag he had stuffed in the beige locker. He tossed it lightly at Evan. He watched as Evan coated his armpits, which were slowly growing thick patches of hair. When he was done, Evan tossed it back.
"I like this one," Evan mentioned idly. "It smells really good." Randy nodded. He like the smell too, that's why he got it.
Behind them Stephen gave Mike his 15 dollars owed. Evan and Randy noticed and the taller commented, "How'd it get to 45 bucks?"
That was when Cena came up to the group of freshmen friends and slapped $20 into Mike awaiting hand. John looked at Evan and Randy. "Awesome game out there guys." Then he looked specifically at Evan. "Didn't think you had it in you," John said with a smirk. "Yesturday, you looked like you couldn't even move a basket ball around, but this sure showed me that you got some serious skills."
Evan smiled and Randy smirked, despite the feeling Randy had that John was flirting with Evan. "Thanks," they both said.
Mike counted 22 dollars and gave them to Evan's open hand. Evan and Mike were both cheesing out grins. "Pleasure doing buisness with you guys," Evan said, teasingly, and slipped the money in the locker as he got his jeans out. Without really caring who was watching, since he was amongst friends at the moment, Evan dropped his basketball shorts and bent down to pull on his pants. If he were around anyone he hadn't ever talked to, he would have been extremely self-conscious, so much so he would stumble on his feet and think everyone was watching him. But with Randy, Mike and Stephen there, who have seen him in his swim trunks many times, he didn't feel so bad. Plus the euphoric feeling of winning was trumping the horrible feeling of being watched and knowing he wasn't that good to look at, all scrawny and short, with thick rimmed glasses.
"More money for the Evan Bourne school of High flying talent?" Randy chided, playfully.
John looked at Mike and asked, "He gets a cut of your winnings?"
Mike nodded with a smirk. "We made a deal. I always bet on him, and he get 50% when he wins. And I don't bet much, so if he loses, I don't lose too much."
"Amazing, "John laughed. He scratched the back of his head. "Freshmen are gambling on dangerous looking games of dodgeball. Next thing I know you'll all be talking about sex, drugs, and rock and roll."
The friends exchanged looks. Randy spoke up, a smirk as cocky and amused as could be on his handsome face. "Mike's a few days away from boning Melena. Stephen's got a friend who knows a guy with good weed. And we trashed a hotel room in Florida when our band went to play a gig over the summeer."
John looked wide-eyed. "Seriously?"
"The first one might be true but the rest is a bunch of shit," Stephen said, chuckling. "Don't believe everything Randy, here, says. He's bad at lying. His tell is really easy."
Randy scowled. "Oh what the fuck? Does everyone know my tell except for me?"
"We aren't telling you so that when we play poker, you will lose horribly," Mike said, smirking in that I'm awesome cocky kind of way.
"We don't play poker!" Randy cried. He was shaking his head in disbelief.
Mike smirk broadened. "For now." The others laughed.
That was when the bell rang for homeroom and Randy and Evan hurried to change the rest of their clothes.
As they walked up four flights of stares in only the four minutes that the school gave them to travel, Randy couldn't help but glance at Evan's smiling cute face.
So maybe today wouldn't be all that bad. Dodgeball and Evan could always cheer him up. But the only thing that bugged Orton other than the fact he didn't know his own tell, was at the way John would look at them whenever they talked. He looked like he wanted to eat them up sometimes. Other times his blue eyes would flash with this look Randy couldn't place. Whatever it was, Randy felt not only weary about it, but felt his heart beat loudly in his ears when he caught it. His heart would pound just as loud as it would when Evan would smile just for him.
After advisory period, Evan and Randy split for their next class. For Randy, that would be Math. He hated math. Well actually, he hated all subjects that involved real work. He didn't know how Evan could be so good at school, especially math.
John sat next to him, but they didn't talk. Instead, Randy tried his best to pay attention to the teacher who bored the hell out of him. When they were told to do a few questions of algebra from their books, Randy was lost and doomed to not knowing what he was doing in this class ever.
John leaned over and pointed his thick finger at the numbers in the textbook. "Just put those numbers in the formula she has on the bored. M is the number they give as the rate, X is the number of times M happens, and B is the starting number."
Randy looked at John like the man had just spoke Latin. After a moment of just staring Randy spoke. "I'm not sure I should trust a senior in a freshmen math class to be teaching me."
John chuckled softly, eyes shining with amusement. His dimples were very noticable and they called for Randy's attention. Randy studied the handsome and happy face without even wanting to. John was a very good looking kid, not that Randy was checking him out or anything. Because, he wasn't. No, he wasn't checking out John's bright eyes and how they compared to his fair skin and smiling pouty lips. No, Randy only checked out girls and Evan. There was no possiblity he could even consider checking out another guy that wasn't Evan. Actually, just checking Evan out was impossible enough to fathom.
"I took a class like this in my old school, but the credits don't transfer correctly so I had to take this again," John explained with a smirk.
Randy clenched his jaw in thought, eyes scrutinizing. "Okay, fine, teach me how to do this crap."
John snorted a laugh. He pointed at a problem in Randy's book and read outloud. "Jimmy Uso and his brother Jay shovel snow for their neighbors in the winter. They save the money they earn each year. They have 20 dollars saved up from last year. If they charge 5 dollars per driveway they shovel, how much money will they have saved up if they shovel 4 driveways this year?"
Randy just looked at john expecting a sinple explanation. "Right... So, now what goes where?"
John wrote down the linear equation on a clean sheet of his notebook. "If they charge $5 for each neighbor that would be their rate. Right?" John looked at Randy, who nodded in a somewhat uncertain mannner. "And if they already had 20, that's the y-intercept." Randy gave him a confused stare. "Uh...you'll learn why it's called that later, for now we'll just call it their starting amount.
"So If you're trying to find Y, all that's left to fill in is the X," John continued. "So if X is the number of times M occurs that would mean X is ...?"
Randy rolled his eyes. He was getting it now. And he was also realizing how stupid he was for not getting this earlier. "Four."
"Right!" John smirked. As he spoke he wrote down the new formula. "So now you just plug it in and solve. Y= 5*4+20. Now what's Y?"
Randy slowly did the math in his head and then said, "Forty."
"Yeah, there you go man," John said happily. "See, it's not that hard."
"I guess not." After mummbling a thanks Randy tried the other problems. It took some time, of course, I mean he was new to this. But eventually by the end of class he had 10 out of the 25 problems the teacher had assigned. The rest would be for homework. Evan will be so proud when he finds out that Randy won't need his help today.
But that was when Randy remembered that he would be going back home today so there was no time to ask Evan for help anyway.
John sat at the lunch table munching on his nachos. He nearly choked of laughter when Maryse stuck her hand in Ted's face after he tried to kiss her just minutes passed from when he had made a rude comment.
Bennett grabbed Cena's attention by pointing towards the other end of the cafeteria. "Look, Cena, it's your little friend. Shouldn't you be watching over him like a good guardian angel should be?" Bennett's group of lackies laughed, most of them juniors and sophmores, albeit David Otunga, who was a freshman.
John took a drink from his milk carton. "Nope," he said smirking. "The kid can take care of himself."
"Sure, Cena," Bennett chided. "He's just amazingly good at fighting for a little twerp with no muscle."
"Man, fighting is hard to say," Killings started, sitting at Cena's side. "But the boy can move. He jumps and flips around like a damn acrobat. That's the truth."
Bennett just scoffed and looked away. He hated when others took John's side. He liked making fun of people when they didn't have back up like he did. Call it power complex, if you will. He must be in charge or nothing at all.
After a few moments, Killings had his IPod out, playing loudly a beat track. Nodding his head, he looked at Cena and started rapping. "Yo...Those kids might just be freshmen, but they could put Bennett down, Like Warrior did Hunter in wrestlin'."
The group of friends, not counting Bennett and his lackies, laughed as Killings rapped verse after verse about How crappy Bennett was. Friendly humour, maybe. Or Ron just secretly hated Stuart Bennett and his group of half-witted douchbags, much like everyone else. Because, seriously, let's face it. Everyone hated Bennett. The only reason he was even considered part of their group was a good part pity, the other part fear. If you got on Bennett's bad side, life at school would become days of unfair fights and constantly watching your back. Not something Ted, Hennigan, Killings, or Cena wanted. So they put up with Bennett as much as they could.
Killings continued. John half listened, chuckling at the good stings that were sent at Bennett.
But a bigger part of Cena's attention was on the group of freshmen sitting across the room. Young high schoolers of differences. Tall, short, muscled, scrawny, tan, pale, fair, a few boys, one girl. But out of all of them, two he couldn't let his eyes fall from. Facing his direction, laughing and chatting, eating cookies, Randy and Evan sat.
Evan's peircing grin was big and brilliant. He was talking up a storm from what Cena could tell. He would get reactions from everyone around him. Laughs and comments from many, but from Randy, Evan only got glares. John could almost hear himself beg to know what could make the sexy Randy glare at the adorable Evan in such a way.
And yet when Evan wasn't guaging Randy for a reaction, the taller boy's eyes were trained on Evan with a mysterious look. John just knew that Randy was crushing on Evan. That made John's heart go out to him even more. It is truly hard to like your best friend when you might be gay and your friend is most likely straight. Of course, Cena didn't really know for sure. Who knows? Maybe Randy wasn't in deep love with Evan and Evan wasn't so oblivious to the fact that his best friend was almost fucking him with his icey blue eyes.
Oh, but how John Cena would love to know. He would love to sit between them and caress their soft looking skin with his lips, feeling how velvety and smooth it was. Cena wanted them to himself. He couldn't help be selfish, though he tried not to be. It was like he was the center of the world, and his center would be better taken care of with Evan and Randy there to kiss and touch. Imagine... John pressed against their smaller frames, enjoying how their pants reached his ears and their hands ghosted over his body. Evan and Randy were so beautiful that if John got a hold of them he might not let go... It was killing John to be feeling so perverted but look at those boys. Wouldn't you want to take advantage of those sweet limbs and cause those cute young faces so scrunch in bliss? John wanted them body and soul. He wanted to satisfy them as much as he wanted to himself.
His shameful thoughts were broken when Randy looked up at him. He'd been caught staring. Smooth, Cena. But instead of a glare from Randy, of which Cena had expected, he recieved a smirk that could make him cum on the spot had he not gained control of his body years ago. Randy's smirk was... was breath taking. John numbly nodded his head in the youngers direction. It was the only thing he could do without blushing.
His heart was pounding. Crap! Quick, Cena. Look away!
Was Cena falling in love with two 14 year olds? John hoped not. It was hard enough being a closetted bi-sexual, popular, tall, muscular, handsome, football star. Adding the fact he might love 2 people at the same time could just make his life ever the more dramatic. What was next? Was Cena going to be a trannie too? ... That was scarey even to think about.
Cena caught the last verse Killings got in before the bell rang for the end of lunch period. He laughed hard. The good humoured joke had taken his attention from Evan and Randy for the time being.
'Man, your crew got less street cred then Gossip Girl. And they think you got fire and sass, but really man, your ego is as huge as that chick's ass!" Killings rapped, pointing at a blonde haired girl walking by, big ass in tight shorts.
The girl looked at the guys and winked just as the bell rang.
Hennigan cringed. "If you call a girl's ass huge they shouldn't flirt with you," he said. "I got a feeling she's part of the 'Future Sluts of America' group."
Maryse scoffed. 'For once," she started, in her french accented english. She stood and walked hand and hand with Ted out the cafeteria, along with the rest of the group. "I agree with you."
Cena chuckled. He watched as the big assed girl went over to Randy and wrapped her arms around his neck. A flush of jealousy came to him.
Randy pushed away from the girl, a look of anguish on his face, as if he was burned by her nasty touch. As Randy took a step back, a short latina came up to the tall blonde slut, a sneer on her nice face. They stared eachother down before he blonde backed up and walked away, not sparing a glance at anyone else. The short girl turned to her friends and shook her head in disgust.
Cena walked away, feelings in a mess. First he was contemplating the fact he might love Evan and Randy. ANd now he was getting jealous over a whore? Fuck? Was Cena becoming a chick or something? He was almost 18, he wasn't supposed to be looking at someone with love in his eyes and want in his soul. No! He was supposed to be trying to bang hot college chicks like every other guy his age wanted to do. Fucking dammit... Cena was so lost right now.
"You look like you could use a good bunk."
Cena looked at Killings and Hennigan, who were walking beside him down the crowded hallway. Whoever decided all grades should be in one place at the same time was crazy.
Hennigan had been the one to speak. His long dark hair fell from behind his ear and he pushed it back into palce. He was looking at Cena as if he could read everything in Cena's head. It kind of unnerved Cena a bit, but he shrugged it off.
"Yeah," Cena muttered. He looked at his two good friends and grinned. "I say we get the fuck out of here."
"I'm down with that, man," Killings said as they took a detour at the stairs. Instead of heading upstrairs to where they all had their next classes, they slipped out the door that lead to the back parking lot. No one could catch them because of all the kids rushing around.
That is...except for young Evan Bourne. He watched with big brown eyes as he saw John Cena and his two friends walk out the doors, away from the hell whole high school was. Because to Evan i was Hell at the moment. Even though he proved himself awesome in speed and athletics during gym that morning, he still felt so insecure. It was like he felt people watching his boney frame and thick rimmed glasses as he was now watching Cena.
Hm... perhaps Evan needed a break too. Just to be off by himself? But no Evan wouldn't skip school. He'd rather not get murdered by his mother... or by Randy for that matter. Randy would surly be pissed at him if he found out Evan bunked the rest of the day while he had to suffer.
So i'm not happy with the way I ended this... Sigh. Idk. I was ntoicing the lack of how Evan was feeling but I guess I can work on that in the upcoming chapters.
So how did you guys like it? Please review! They keep me going! Remember I'm up for comments, suggestions, and pure love! lol Just no flaming. It makes me sad.
Love Natsuki Lee
