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 Three

"John," Mike whined. "I'm bored. Can I walk around the hotel?"

John stared at his boyfriend.

Mike gave his famous puppy dog look.

The Champ finally nodded. "Be back in an hour."

"Two." The young man pouted.

"Fine."

With that Mike was out the door as fast as his crutches would let him. He went down to the lobby to watch the people come and go. He made up little stories about their lives to entertain himself. After about thirty minutes of this, he hobbled over to the pool area to see if anyone was there.

Jack was chilling out with Drew. Mike made his way over and sat down.

"Hey, Mike," the gentle giant greeted.

"Hi," Mike said as he rubbed his ankle.

"How's the ankle?"

"Better. Cena's been taking care of me."

The Scotsman snickered. "How's that going?"

"Sometimes overbearing, but he's trying his best to make up for what he did to me," Mike answered.

"Dude, that was like two weeks ago," Jack replied. "He still feels bad about it?"

"Yup." Mike nodded. "Hey, I got a stuffed teddy bear, new clothes, a Rolex, some jewelry, and a vacation to Paris, France, from him."

"When are you two going to Paris?" Drew asked.

"During Christmas. We'll be there for a week," Mike replied.

"Nice," both men said.

Mike nodded and spotted Ricardo, who nervously looked around before he wandered off.

"Odd," the blond breathed as he stood. "I'll see you guys later."

The two waved him off and watched as he hobbled away.

"What was that all about?" Drew asked.

Jack just shrugged his shoulders and went back to listening to music. Drew smiled at his boyfriend. He kissed him before going into the water for a swim.

Mike kept up with Ricardo and ducked when the man would look around. He watched as the Mexican entered a room.

"Interesting," Mike whispered. He shook his head and went back to his room.

"That was quick," John said, looking up from his game.

"Saw Ricardo entering someone's room," Mike replied as he sat down next to John. "Whatcha playing?"

"'Fist of the North Star: Ken's Rage'."

Mike rolled his eyes. "They made a game?" He groaned.

"What?"

"I'll never get you away from that game."

"Yeah, you will."

Mike huffed. He stared at the screen. "Wow. The enemy exploded."

"I know." Cena put the game on pause and turned to look at Mike. "Whatcha want to do today?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I was thinking that."

Cena leaned over and kissed him. He gently pushed Mike down onto the couch. The younger man shifted so he could wrap his legs around his boyfriend's waist. Hands roamed underneath shirts as tongues battled and stroked. Cena kissed along Mike's jawline and down to his neck. He unbuttoned the shirt Mike wore to get at his collarbone.

There was a knock a the door.

Both man groaned but did not stop.

Another knock. "Guys, it's me. Evan."

Cena reluctantly sat up and he slowly breathed. He adjusted himself as he answered the door.

"Is Mike here?" the high-flier asked.

John nodded and stepped aside.

"Sorry, Mike, but I need to talk to you," Evan said.

"Everything alright?" Mike asked.

"Um...it's something personal."

Mike nodded and stood up with the help of his crutches. He hobbled to the bedroom and Evan followed, closing the door behind them. Mike unwrapped his ankle as he sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed with relief as he massaged his foot and ankle.

"What's wrong?" Mike questioned with concern laced in his voice.

"You know that Vlad and I have been dating for about five months," Evan said.

The older male nodded.

"Well, we finally decided that it was time to have some couple time. Sex."

"Kay."

"Well...to be honest...I'm afraid."

"Why? Vlad's not the first guy you've been with."

"But he's the first guy that's hung like a fucking stallion."

Mike's jaw dropped.

"He's really big...bigger than Jake."

The blond blinked. "I've had Jake. Bigger? Damn. No wonder Vlad never showered with the other guys."

Evan nodded. "He's self-conscious."

"I wouldn't be. If I had his package, I would flaunt it."

The high-flier laughed. "Don't let Cena hear you say that."

"True." Mike studied his friend. "You afraid that you can't take him?"

"Yeah. I really, really do like him. He makes me happy."

Mike nodded. "Has he been gentle to you?"

"Every day."

"Then don't worry. He'll be as gentle to you in bed as he is out of bed."

Evan nodded. "Sorry, I bothered you. I was just so scared."

"I understand. You can talk to me anytime."

Evan yawned.

"You wanna take a nap with me?"

The brunette smiled. "Just like old times."

They both laid down with Evan's head on Mike's chest. After awhile, they fell asleep. They door slowly opened and Cena chuckled at the sight. He shook his head and closed the door once more. He smiled and went back to his game.

After an hour, a knock came. He looked and went to answer. "Hey, Vlad."

The tall man nodded. "Is Evan here?"

"He's taking a nap with Mike. I hope you don't mind. They tend to do this," Cena replied.

"I don't mind. I was worry."

"Worried."

"That's what I say."

Cena stared at him. "Do you want to get him?"

"I will not wake them up."

John took him to the bedroom and opened the door. Vlad chuckled and went to his boyfriend. He gently pried him from Mike's arms and lifted the high-flier up bridal style. He kissed the young man's forehead and left.

John watched as Mike rolled over and got comfortable. Cena smirked and went to put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob. He locked the door, turned off the game after saving, went back to the bedroom, and stripped. He carefully stripped Mike and managed not to wake the younger man.

John ghosted his fingers down Mike's soft member. The younger man moaned. John spread Mike's legs and held the back of his thighs up to get a better view of Mike's entrance. He began to tongue the tight pucker. Mike began to moan but did not wake. When he got Mike nice and wet, he went to the nightstand to get the bottle of lube. He quickly lubed up and went back between Mike's legs. He slowly pushed in.

Mike's eyelids fluttered up. He slowly blinked and focused on John. "What...are you...doing?"

John grinned at him and began a slow thrust. Mike moaned loudly and bit his upper lip. John continued his slow thrusts, licking his lips as he stared down at his boyfriend.

"You're such a bastard," Mike said.

"Really?" John asked.

"You're supposed...to be taking care...of me."

"And I'm not?"

"You're raping me."

John stopped and smiled. "Fine then." He pulled out.

"What? What are you doing?"

"You said that I was raping you. Then I'm going to stop."

Mike stared at John. His bottom lip started to quiver as tears came to his eyes.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes."

"Am I raping you?"

Mike shook his head.

John chuckled and entered with a snap of his hips. Mike let out a scream of pleasure for John had hit his sweet spot.

"Oh, baby," John growled.

He thrust hard and fast. The headboard slammed against the wall, scratching up the wall.

"Dear God!" Mike screamed out.

"That's right...who's your Daddy?"

"You."

"Say it, baby." John grabbed Mike's hard member and stroked. "Scream it!"

"YOU!" Mike came hard.

John let go of the young man's member and continued to pound.

"MIKEY!" he yelled and grunted.

Mike came again as John released within him. John still thrust even though he was spent. He laid flat against Mike, his cock still inside. Mike wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

"I love you," Mike whispered.

"I love you too, baby." John kissed his temple.

"I'm getting hungry."

Cena chuckled. "What do you want to eat?"

"Red Lobster...?"

"Okay. Whatever my baby wants."

John pulled out and got out of bed. He scooped the young man into his arms and led him to the shower.

Phil was red from hearing the sounds of love coming from Cena's and Mike's room because he was right next to them. He looked down at his hardened member and groaned. He missed his boyfriend and was stuck with his hand for companionship. He hated being alone. Contrary to popular belief, Phil liked human contact...especially the loving kind from Morrison.

The Straight Edge Superstar throw his magazine aside. He made his way to the bathroom for a cold shower. He started the water and stripped down. He was about to step in when arms circled his waist and a soft kisses were placed along his shoulder.

"Morrison?" Phil asked.

A soft chuckle came as a tongue trailed up Phil's neck. The man nibbled Phil's earlobe and sucked.

"I missed you," Phil said.

"I missed you too," Morrison replied.

Phil turned around and fully kissed his lover.

"I see you're hard," Mo replied as he stroked his boyfriend.

"I really, really missed you." Phil changed the temperature and stepped in pulling JoMo in as well.

They both settled in kissing and exploring each other's bodies.

"May I top?" Morrison asked.

Phil stared at him, quirking an eyebrow.

"I need to lose this tummy." Mo ghosted his hand over his flat abs and slightly pudgy stomach.

"You look fine but okay."

Morrison smiled and pinned Phil to the wall. Both men smiled at each other.

...

Alex and Alberto sat on the couch watching more movies. Actually, they were making out. Alex ended up straddling Alberto and grinding against him. Shirts were lost and hands roamed over bare chests and backs. Alberto undid Alex's pants and pulled his cock out. He slowly stroked him. Alex moaned into Alberto's mouth.

The door opened and Ricardo stepped in. He rolled his eyes and went back out.

Alex and Alberto pulled apart when they heard the door close. They looked to it.

"Maybe...maybe we should stop," Alex suggested.

Alberto shook his head. "No...bedroom."

The young man nodded and they scrambled to the room.

Ricardo raced through the halls and to the elevator. He got to his desired floor and room. He used a key card and went in.

"Hi," Ricardo said. "They're busy."

"Free?" the man asked.

Ricardo smiled and went to straight into his arms. He nuzzled into the man's chest. "I missed you."

"You've only been gone for ten minutes."

"And?"

The man bellowed in laughter. He dropped a kiss onto the smaller man's forehead. "Let me order up some room service and we can watch some movies."

Ricardo smiled and nodded.