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 Four

It was one of those rare occasions that those of the Raw and SmackDown! roster got to see each other for a full day and this was one of those occasions. Mike watched as John and his best friend, Randy Orton, worked out. Mike could not do much of anything but work the strength back into his leg. Every so often, he would gaze over to his man and his eyes would flicker over to Randy. The sweat glistened over the Viper's rock hard body, the body of a true man, the body of a Greek soldier if not not God.

The blond licked his lips and shook his head. Bad, nasty thoughts. Have boyfriend.

Evan walked over to his friend with a smile plastered on his face.

"What's up, Ev?" Mike asked.

The smaller man giggled and blushed.

"Oh. OH! Details, details, details."

The high-flier sat down and looked to the ground, blushing. He turned to Mike again and said, "Well, first, he took me out to the most expensive restaurant in the city."

"French, Italian, what?"

"It was one of those places that specializes in bizarre, new wave foods."

"Nice. John took me to one of those. Did you enjoy it?"

Evan nodded. "He then took me skating at the ice rink. Surprisingly, he's a great skater."

"Really?"

The brunette nodded. "He got so much applause by the other skaters." Then, Evan blushed. "He brought me back to the room and it was all lit in candle light."

"How romantic."

"There were red satin sheets on the bed and he had champagne and Godiva chocolates."

"I love Godiva."

"I do too. He fed some to me while we drank champagne. He was really gentle...like you said he would be."

"How did it feel?"

"At first it hurt...but only for a second. It was the most amazing feeling. The best orgasm I've ever had. Definitely among the top five."

"Really?"

Evan smiled. "Really. He edged Randy to number two."

"Whoa!"

The smaller man nodded. "Vlad gave me a gift."

"What is it?"

The high-flier pulled down the collar of his shirt. Around his neck was a silver chain with a gold pendent done in a pair of wings.

"Nice," Mike said.

"I love it."

"Little one!" Vlad called.

"Bye, Mike," Evan said as he left.

"Bye!" Mike replied as he watched his friend walk out with his lover. The blond chuckled.

"What?" John asked, wiping his face with a towel.

Randy drank from a water bottle.

"Evan and Vlad," Mike said.

Cena nodded. "Me and Randy were thinking about lunch. What do you want to eat?"

Mike puckered up his lips for a kiss. John chuckled and gave him one. Randy shook his head.

"I feel like Thai," Mike replied.

"What ever my baby wants," Cena replied.

Randy made whipping sounds.

"You're just jealous that you don't have a guy like mine," Cena said.

The Viper chuckled.

They went off to take showers while Mike waited for them. They drove to the nearest Thai restaurant and sat down to look over the menu. They ordered a sample plate for appetizers, John ordered Pad Tai, Mike got Gaeng Pa Nang, and Randy had Pad Kee Mao.

"This is nice," Mike said.

Randy nodded.

"Good choice, Mikey," John said.

"Thanks." Mike looked to Randy. "So, how does it feel to be back on SmackDown!"

"Different, but I'm adjusting."

"Do ya miss me?" John asked.

"You? Hell no," Randy laughed.

John feigned being hurt.

Randy shook his head and smiled. "I missed Mike though."

"You whore," John stated with a smile on his face.

Mike blushed and looked down.

"He's prettier than you," Randy stated.

"Who wouldn't love this?" John did a pose.

A whistle came from no where. He smiled and waved.

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

"But I'm your dork," John said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Randy and Mike laughed.

After lunch, the three headed back to the hotel. Randy and John decided to play video games while Mike read. Every so often, Mike would watch the game and smirk. He got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his hands and started to leave. Something caught his attention. He tilted his head this way and that.

He muttered to himself, "It's coming from the vent." Mike got down on his hands and knees and listened.

"Right there," a man said.

"You like that? Tell me you like it."

"God! I do! I fucking do."

Randy walked and stared at the Mike's round ass. He could not tear his eyes away. Mike wiggled his hips and Randy could feel his jeans becoming hard. Randy cleared his throat.

"Shh!" Mike shushed him. "I'm trying to listen."

The Viper make a face and got down all fours beside Mike.

"God, Alberto! Oh, God!"

Their eyes got wide. Mike covered his mouth from laughing out. John popped his head in and stared at them. He scratched his head and got up behind them. He admired both asses.

"You feel so good."

"I love you, baby!"

"Did I hear that?" John whispered.

Mike nodded.

"Alberto!"

"Cum for me!"

The three were still at their places for five minutes before Alex and Alberto started up again. Mike wiggled his ass as he listened. John watched for a brief moment and turned his attention to Randy, who was concentrated on the two love birds just as much as Mike.

"This is so wrong," John whispered.

Randy looked to Mike and nodded. "He's right." He slowly stood up and helped the blond to his feet.

They all left the bathroom. John and Randy went back to playing their game as Mike read.

"I want chocolates," Mike said as he hobbled out of the room.

"Shouldn't you go with him?" Randy asked.

"He'll be fine," Cena replied. "He should be fine."

Randy stared at the door and shook his head.

Mike made it to the vending machine. He looked over over the items and smiled at the Snickers. He picked it up and licked his lips. He hobbled to the elevator and went back up. He stepped off on the wrong floor and looked around. The blond noticed Ricardo going into a room and Mike cocked his head.

"Your time is up, my time is now. You can't see me, my time is now. It's the franchise, boy I'm shining now. You can't see me, my time is now."

"Hey, sweetie."

"Where are you, babe?"

"I got off on the wrong floor."

Laughter. "You on your way now?"

"Yeah."

"See you soon."

Mike chuckled and rode the elevator back up. He stepped out and bumped into a person. "Sorry."

The person growled and glared at Mike.

"I said I was sorry, Barrett."

The Brit just glared at him.

"Could you please move?"

"Make me."

Mike tried to push passed him, but Barrett pushed him back into the elevator. He closed the doors and pinned him against the back of the elevator, the railing digging into Mike's back. The doors slid close.

"You think that because Cena's your boyfriend, you're untouchable," Barrett said. "You're just a no talented cock-sucking pussy."

Mike threw a punch. Barrett flinched back and threw one of his own aimed at Mike's gut. The blond doubled over. Barrett kicked Mike's legs out from under him. He began to rain blows down on the blond. The Brit straightened himself up and when the doors opened, he walked out.

Mike slowly climbed back onto his feet before falling down again. The elevator went down and opened. A pale man stared at him.

"What the hell happened?" the Irishman asked.

"Barrett," Mike said as he got back onto his feet.

Sheamus shook his head and hit Mike's floor number. They did not speak to one another during the ride. When the doors slid open, the Irishman scooped Mike up into his arms and went directly to his room. Sheamus kicked the door and Randy opened it.

"What the hell?" Randy asked.

The Irishman strode in and Cena looked to his boyfriend.

"Barrett," Sheamus replied.

Randy went and got the First Aid Kit as the Irishman set Mike onto the couch.

"Thank you," Mike said. "You didn't have to carry me."

"It was quicker," the Celtic Warrior replied.

"Thanks, man," John said.

"No problem." Sheamus watched has Cena tended to his boyfriend. "May I ask, what the fuck, fella?"

"Barrett has never really liked John," Randy said.

Sheamus nodded. "So go after his loved one instead."

"This is his first and last time," John replied.

"Johnny," Mike pleaded. He grabbed his lover's hand. "I don't want you getting into trouble with Vince."

"If I don't do anything, he'll just keep hurting you. Let me do something about it," John said.

"He's got a point there, fella," Sheamus replied. "No bad deed should go unpunished."

Randy nodded.

"They agree with me," John said. "Please?"

Mike finally nodded. "Could you wait until I can really walk again?"

"Why?"

"So I can help hide the body if need be."

The three other men laughed. Mike smiled and John continued to tend to the younger man's wounds. Sheamus said his good-byes. Randy ended up rubbing Mike's injured ankle while Cena was out getting them food.

"You're really good at that," Mike said.

"Thanks," the Viper said.

"What's Johnny getting?"

"Hamburgers."

Mike groaned.

"What?"

"Him and his meat."

Randy arched his brow.

"I love meat, but I like variety."

"How the fuck are you two together? That man lives for meat."

"I know, but I love him."

John came back and they dug in.

"You got me a salad," Mike stated. "Thank you."

"I know you," John replied. "You love your salads."

Mike kissed Cena on the cheek.

"Get a room," Randy joked.

"Get out," Cena said. "You're in ours."

They friends ate and talked until Randy had to leave.

"That was fun," John stated as they climbed into bed.

Mike nodded. "You miss him, don't you?"

"Yeah," Cena replied. "I miss my friend, but I have you." He kissed Mike's shoulder.

The young blond chuckled.

They lay in each others arms as they kissed. The sounds of a headboard knocking against the wall filled their room. The two looked at each other.

"Oh, Punk!"

Mike buried his face into John's chest. They listened for twenty minutes before silence came to their ears.

"Wow," John began. "Two porn sessions in one day."

Mike chuckled. "Do...um...do you want to...start our own porn session?"

"You feeling up to it?"

Mike nodded.

John pushed the younger man onto his back and kissed him passionately. He made his way down Mike's body, kissing the bruises from the attack.

Mike giggled. "Oh...Oh Johnny!"