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 Two

Mike watched John as he worked out on a treadmill. Cena did not want to leave his boyfriend alone because Mike was stubborn and would try to do everything himself. The younger blond shook his head and began to read his book by Pat Conroy entitled The Lords of Discipline. Mike had never been a reader, but when he got injured, he found some entertainment in books.

John looked up and smiled. He loved it when Mike would get engrossed with reading. For one, he was quiet. Two, John could basically rape his boyfriend and Mike would not complain.

"How's Mike doing?" Evan asked, walking over to the Champ.

"He's okay. Been pampering him and what not," John replied.

"He hasn't killed you yet?"

John shook his head. "He loves it. Trying to come up with different things to do to make him feel better...that's the hard part."

"True."

"Little one," Vladimir called. "Come. Spot me."

"How are you and Vlad coming along?"

Evan smiled and jogged over to the Moscow Mauler.

"I'll take that as good." John went over to Mike and kissed him on the top of his head. "Ready to leave?"

Mike rolled his head to look at him. "Yeah. Want breakfast."

"IHOP? Waffle House? Golden Corral?"

"IHOP."

"Let's head back to the room so I can shower and get dressed."

Mike nodded and handed John his book. He stood up and they both left the hotel gym. John hopped into the shower, dried off, and dressed. They left for IHOP and sat in a secluded corner, but that still did not stop the fans from noticing them.

"I thought you hated each other?" a girl asked.

"That's on TV...in real life, not so much," Cena answered. "I mean, we have to work together day in and day out. We hang out and want not."

"There are some feuds that not only happen on-screen but off-screen as well," Mike added.

"Oh...okay. Are you in pain?" the girl asked Mike.

"A little, but that's part of the business."

She nodded and left.

John and Mike smiled at each other. They wanted to show some affection toward each other, but when out in public, they kept it professional. Mike knew that as soon as they got back to the hotel room, there would be on stopping John. He did not mind. He liked John manhandling him. He always looked forward to the manhandling.

"What do you want to do now?" John asked as he slid into the driver's seat.

"A movie would be nice," Mike replied.

"Your wish is my command."

They went to the movies and John got their tickets and snacks. They watched "Hangover 2" and laughed their asses off. Soon, John took Mike back to the hotel to rest. He gave the young blond some painkillers and let him sleep while he made flight arrangements and hotel reservations. John looked to his boyfriend and crawled into bed with him. He kissed his forehead and settled down for a nap.

…

Alex and Alberto sat in the Mexican's room watching a movie. They were close together, lowly talking.

"So, do you want to share a room at the next location?" Alberto asked.

Alex blushed. "Um..."

"I'm trying not to push or pressure you. I just wanted to get to you know a little more if room together."

"I would like that."

Alberto smiled and winked at him. "Good cause I went ahead and made all the arrangements."

"What if I said 'no'?"

"I would have changed your mind."

Alex shook his head and leaned against the other man. Alberto smiled.

The door opened and in walked Ricardo. He stopped and stared at them. He slowly backed out.

Alex looked to him. "Hey."

Ricardo nodded.

"Where have you been?" Alberto asked.

"Out," Richard replied. "I'll leave you two alone."

Both men watched as he left.

"Hm..." came from Alberto.

"What?"

"He's been acting weird lately."

"You think it has to do with me."

Alberto shook his head. "Before me and you."

"Oh."

Alberto shrugged his shoulder and went back to watching the movie. He threw his arm around Alex's shoulder and pulled him closer.

Ricardo walked down the hall and to the elevator. He stepped in and pressed his desired floor. He got off, strolled down the hall, and knocked on a door. It opened.

"He's busy...so I'm free," Ricardo explained as he stepped in.

The door closed behind him.

…

The next morning, everyone was off in the air. Mike was comfortable beside John, Vladimir made sure Evan was next to him, and Alex was next to Alberto. Everyone else on the Raw and SmackDown! roster were scattered about. Some couples sat together while others sat with their friends.

John lazily scanned the cabin and took note that everyone was preoccupied. He smirked and looked to Mike who was reading his book. Lucky for them, they were in the back of the plane. He snaked his hand underneath the young man's arm and undid his pants.

Mike turned his head to John. "What are you doing?" he lowly hissed.

John hushed him as he got into Mike's briefs and slowly stroked him causing Mike to hitch his breathe. John took a firm hold of the young blond's stiffened member and pulled it out to slowly fist his lover. Mike closed his eyes and licked his lips. He bit down on the bottom corner of his mouth, trying to fight back the moans. John kept a close eye out. No one was paying attention to them and his smile broadened. Mike began to thrust up into John's hand.

"John," came out as a low whimper when he released into John's hand.

John chuckled as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket with his clean hand. He began to wipe Mike clean as well as his other hand.

"Kinky bastards," came from the front of them.

"Shut up, Phil," Mike said. "How many times have you and Morrison joined the mile high club, huh?"

The Straight Edge Superstar chuckled.

"How is Morrison doing anyways?" Cena asked.

"Better. He wants to come back so bad."

"Complaining about getting fat?" Mike joked.

"You know it," Phil replied. He turned to look at them. "What's up with Alex and Alberto?"

"Dating," Mike answered.

"I thought Ricardo and Alberto had a thing?"

"They never did," John replied. "They're kind of like Mike and Alex. Joined at the hip."

Phil chuckled as he went back to his reading.

John turned to his boyfriend and smirked. "You know what?"

Mike nodded as he laid his head on John's shoulder. "You going to give me more when we get to the hotel room?"

"Hell yeah."

"Alright, Stone Cold," Punk said.

Mike's eyes grew wide. "What, sweetheart?"

"I don't want to have sex anymore."

"Why?" Cena asked.

"I just got a mental image of Steve topping me."

John stared at Mike for a moment. He punched the back of Phil's seat. "Thanks a lot, Punk."

"Sorry," he apologized.

…

Mike and John got to their hotel room and Mike went immediately for the bed.

"You can't sleep," John said.

"Why not?"

"I have to be at the arena in two hours."

"Then go by yourself."

"No, I want you there because after the house show..."

Mike looked to him. "Then what the fuck are we waiting for? Let's go."

"Slow down. Let me put our stuff up. Go ahead and read your book."

Mike sighed and sat down. He made sure to prop his foot up while he read. John went about putting their things away as quickly as possible.

"Let's go," John said.

Mike smiled and got his crutches. They both left and John drove them to the arena. Mike waited in John's private locker room and read. Soon, he got bored and went wandering around. He spotted Ricardo entering an empty room. Curious, Mike went over and listened.

"I missed you," Ricardo said.

"I missed you too," a deep voice replied.

Mike stared at the door.

"I was able to get a room by myself," the voice said.

"Great."

"Here's the extra key."

"Thank you."

Sounds of kissing could be heard.

Mike's eyes grew wide and he quickly walked away, well as fast as the crutches would let him.

Cena was back in his room and stared at the empty couch. He looked around the locker room and in the shower. Mike came in and stared at his angry boyfriend.

"Why are you wandering around?" John asked.

"I got bored," Mike replied.

"I don't care. I wanted you to get well rested so we could have some shower fun."

"We can do that at the hotel."

"What?"

"Listen, I saw Ricardo step into an empty room. He was talking to someone...a man. I can't place his voice, but I know it from somewhere. I think Ricardo has a secret boyfriend."

"Whoa."

"Right. Take a shower. I'm getting hungry."

Cena stared at him. "Okay. What ever you want."

Mike smirked as his boyfriend went to take a shower. They went to dinner and came back to their room. John instantly attacked Mike's neck. The young blond did not have time to react. Before he knew it, he was scooped up and laid on the bed. His clothes gone as well as his boyfriend's.

John kissed every inch of Mike's perfect body until he got to the young man's stiff, dripping member. He took every inch of Mike into his mouth without hesitation. It was one of the many qualities about John that Mike loved. John massaged the underside of the young blond's shaft with his tongue while he sucked and massaged his balls. He let Mike go and offered him two fingers that he gladly sucked. When they were nice and wet, John went back to sucking Mike off as he slowly entered one finger.

Mike moaned and bucked into John's mouth. John twisted his finger around until he added the second one. He stretched and scissored his lover. He brushed the bundle of nerves causing Mike to arch his back. He brushed it again and this time, Mike came into his mouth. John released his lover and slowly kissed his way back up to his boyfriend's lips.

"Ready for me, baby?" John asked.

Mike nodded and moaned as John slowly entered him.

John took a hold of Mike's left leg and threw it over his shoulder. "Elevation."

He started off slow, making sure that Mike felt every single pleasure that he was providing. Mike mewled and clawed at the sheets. His face flushed and body glistening with sweat. John loved the look of complete pleasure on Mike's face. Sometimes, it was enough to make him come, but tonight was all about Mike.

"More...faster," Mike begged.

John did as he was told and every once in awhile he would brush up against the younger man's prostate. Mike would whimper and moan. The feeling of the smaller man writhing beneath him was what he wanted. He loved it, craved it. Mike was his drug of choice and he always went back for more.

John could feel Mike's orgasm approaching. He took hold of the young blond's hard member and began to fist him in sync with his thrusts. He began to move harder and faster as he hit the bundle dead on.

"JOHN!" Mike exploded onto his stomach and chest as well as John's hand.

Cena leaned forward and pushed harder. Mike wrapped his legs around John's waist to draw him in deeper. That was all it took, that single invitation. Cena grunted Mike's name as he released deep inside Mike, coating his walls with his essence. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his boyfriend's.

Both men slowly caught their breathes as they gazed into each other's eyes.

"I love you," Mike said.

"I love you too, baby." John kissed him.

Cena pulled out with a hiss and rolled out of bed. He got a wet cloth from the bathroom and cleaned Mike and himself up. He threw the towel aside and got comfortable before Mike rolled onto him. They linked hands as they lowly talked. They were soon lulled to sleep to start a new day.