It took John and Randy nearly ten minutes just to make it from the ramp to Randy's locker room. Cena was helping Randy like he was made of glass: careful and patient. Eventually though, they did get there, and Cena carefully steered the younger man in. It was a simple locker room, with a bench on one side and a bathroom on the other. Cheap tile floor was beneath their feet, and the walls were a bland off-white color that did little to add to the room. Randy's black gym bag was on the floor next to the bench, neatly zipped up. Turning to the side, John carefully led Randy over to the wooden bench, limping along gingerly. Lifting Randy's arm from around his shoulders, he gently eased him down onto the bench. Randy let out a small groan of pain as he sat down, baring his teeth in agony as he hunched over, clutching at his side. They were both still in their ring gear, with Randy barely even clothed and John wearing nothing but his shoes and his shorts. Letting go of Orton, John took a step back, his eyes staring down at Randy with guilt and anger.
He couldn't believe he had allowed this to happen.
John turned around then and headed towards the bathroom. Like he expected, there was a large, walk in shower. Opening the glass door, John reached an arm in and quickly turned the shower knob as far to the left as it would go. Water spurted from the shower head immediately, and Cena nodded in satisfaction as heavy steam began to fill the room. Stepping back out of the shower, he turned and walked back into the main locker room. Randy was still sitting on the bench, his pale eyes glued to the floor, a tiny frown on his handsome face. John hesitated for a moment, looking down at the man sitting before him. He really didn't know what to say…once again he'd caused the Nexus to attack Randy. Once again he had directly caused Randy Orton pain. Damn it…he should've never trusted Barrett. Was he really that fucking stupid? Shit…he had been so busy daydreaming about sleeping with Randy he hadn't even noticed the warning signs. Barrett was an animal; he could never be trusted. Bragging Rights had made that pretty obvious…well, if Barrett thought he could get away with this, he had another thing coming.
"Come on." Cena said quietly, causing Randy to raise his head and look at him, "Let's get you in the shower."
"The shower?" Randy cocked his head to the side, looking up at John with confusion. He was still knocked around a bit from the fight, and his words continued to slur together.
"Hot water." John answered evenly, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards the bathroom, "It'll make you feel a lot better."
"You going to shower with me?" Randy gave a crooked smirk, his eyes hazy, "That'll make me feel a lot better."
"You're hurting too much for that, aren't you?" John couldn't help but smile. He didn't know why Randy wasn't biting his head off for almost costing him the match…maybe because, in the end, he still had the championship. Maybe that was putting him in a good mood.
"Yeah I guess so." Randy mumbled as he bent over and began pulling off his shoes and knee pads. John did the same, reaching down and quickly taking off his sneakers and socks. Randy then shakily stood up, wincing in pain as he placed his hands around the waist of his wrestling trunks, ready to pull them down.
"Uh…Randy?" John raised an eyebrow, "I think it'd be a good idea if you didn't get completely naked."
"Why? Afraid you might get too distracted?" Orton's smirk grew wider as he spoke, his voice still light and teasing. He placed his hands on his hips then, leaning forward and looking John in the eye.
"Yeah…" Cena said slowly, "Now's not really the best time for that, is it?"
John pulled his own shorts off then, and suddenly he was standing before Randy in nothing but black boxer briefs, the fabric clinging to his toned legs nicely. Randy made no effort to hide his gawking as his eyes traveled all the way down John's body and then back up again. Cena had to bite his tongue to keep from grinning at that; it was nice to know that Orton found him good looking…for a while there, John had thought the physical attraction might just be one way. Judging from the lustful gleam in Randy's eye, though, it seemed John had been wrong.
"Can you help me get in?" Randy questioned quietly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Do you even have to ask?" John mumbled. He offered his arm out, and Randy quickly placed his hand on John's forearm. The sudden skin on skin contact was jarring; Cena could feel Randy's warm fingertips sliding against his own skin, and even that brief, innocent contact was enough to set his nerves on fire.
They walked uneasily into the bathroom, John leading and Randy following slowly behind him. Steam was pouring from the shower, and the mirrors over the sinks had fogged up, obscuring any sort of reflection. John reached out and opened the door, causing even more thick steam to burst into the room. He stepped back, holding out his hand, indicating for Randy to walk in. Orton didn't need any more encouragement then that: he limped forward carefully, taking calculated steps across the wet, dark green tile of the shower floor. The practically boiling water hit his chest first, and he let out a hiss of pain, his entire body jerking from the sudden onslaught of hot water. He didn't retreat, though. Randy remained standing under the water, cringing as he took another step forward, the water cascading across his chest and stomach before falling down onto his legs. His wrestling trunks quickly darkened from the wetness; the stretchy fabric clinging to Randy's body tighter than ever.
"Is it too hot?" John asked, still standing at the entrance to the shower.
"No." Randy shook his head, closing his eyes as his shoulders relaxed, "Feels good."
"I told you it would." Cena said with a shrug, giving a small dimpled smile when he saw how much Randy really was enjoying the shower. The younger man had closed his eyes and stepped completely under the water. He tilted his head down, causing thin streams of water to spill across his face, tiny droplets complimenting his smooth skin. John couldn't help but stare as the steaming water slipped over Randy's back, highlighting the sculpted muscles of his shoulders and neck. Orton was a fine specimen, no doubt about that…but somehow the water falling on his body made him look positively sensual. Cena swallowed thickly as he watched Randy, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He couldn't help but remember that they were all alone…
Randy raised his head suddenly, looking lazily over his shoulder, "Are you going to get in?"
"You really want me to?" John asked, his pulse rate quickening.
"Come on, you know you want to." Orton smirked, turning around and facing John, causing his wet six-pack to be on full display. God, he was practically asking John to jump him right then and there.
"Are you mad at me?" John's voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper.
Randy looked at him hard, the smile dropping from his face, "What the hell do you think?"
"I can't tell." Cena said truthfully, holding out his hands palms up, "You should be. But you want me to get in the shower with you—"
"Why are you thinking so hard about it?" Randy growled, stepping out of the water slightly so that it was no longer falling across his face, "I'm standing in the shower, almost naked, asking you to get in with me…and you're worried about me being mad at you?"
"So you are mad at me." John frowned, his cute dimples disappearing.
"Of course. But I don't feel like being mad right now…I just want to stop thinking about the Nexus for once. I'm so fucking sick of thinking about them." Randy grumbled, looking down at the ground, scowling deeply.
"Yeah…ok." John replied gently, "I can help you with that."
John walked forward, shutting the glass shower door behind him. Randy backed up a step to give him more room as he stepped forward into the water. As soon as the steaming liquid hit his skin, John cringed, jerking slightly. It really was quite hot, but Randy seemed to like it, so he decided he'd just have to deal with it…even if it did feel like his skin was going to melt off. John turned then, facing Randy. The Legend Killer was looking at him with pale eyes, his expression much, much calmer then John was used to. The both went silent, looking into each other's eyes, warm water flowing across their almost naked bodies. Randy was staring at John like he would a dangerous animal: cautious, unsure of how to proceed. John, on the other hand, knew exactly what he wanted to do. Randy wanted to forget about the Nexus? Well, John would make sure that there was only one thing on Randy's mind…
Cena reached out, wrapping his fingers around Randy's wrist. Orton looked confused as John pulled him forward, his grip on Randy's arm tight and yet gentle at the same time. And then John leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Randy's. But this kiss was different; the others before had been fierce, fiery. This one was softer, quieter, and Randy went very still, almost like he was unsure of how to react to such a kiss. John continued to hold on to his wrist, tugging on it when he felt the younger man not responding. He tugged again, pulling Randy's wet body against his own, feeling his abdomen slide against Randy's hot, slippery stomach. Muscle on muscle, John had to suppress a moan as he and Randy's bodies slid against each other. The water made everything so much sexier; as if seeing Orton nearly-naked wasn't enough, he had to be nearly-naked and soaking wet. Randy finally relaxed, his muscles loosening, and then he was pushing his tongue forward, pressing it against John's lips. Cena easily opened his mouth, allowing Randy's tongue to wrestle with his own. While in the middle of their tongue war, John reached down and placed his free hand on Randy's hip, his nails digging into the skin. Randy let out a small whine at that, and then he was pushing his hips forward, and John saw stars as the growing tent in Randy's trunks brushed up against his own painfully hard groin. They both had thick hard ons jutting from between their legs, and it made John's knees go weak as they rubbed up against each other, their clothed cocks sliding back and forth. The sensation of Randy's dick rubbing against his own was something he could definitely get used to, John decided, smiling into the kiss, biting down gently on Randy's lower lip.
Suddenly, Randy let out a soft chuckle, his lips curling into a smile.
"What's so funny?" John asked as he pulled out from the kiss, letting go of Randy's wrist.
"Nothing." Orton smirked devilishly, "Just thinking about how pissed off Barrett would be if he knew what you were doing right now."
"I don't know Randy…" Cena gave a sly, dimpled grin, "I think he might be jealous."
"Jealous?" Randy wrinkled his face into a distasteful grimace, "Ew. Why would he be jealous?"
"He seems to be pretty obsessed with you lately." John shrugged, his grin widening as he saw the disgusted look on Randy's face, "I can't say that I blame him…"
"Really?" Orton smiled at that, a real, genuine smile. It was such a startling change from the dark smirks and evil grins John was used to. He had to admit though, Randy had a handsome smile. No, scratch that, he had a gorgeous smile.
"Yeah…I can't seem to get you off my mind either." John said quietly, leaning forward, closing the gap between him and the younger man. This time Randy kissed him, pressing his mouth eagerly against John's. Cena couldn't help himself; he pushed Randy forward, shoving him against the shower wall. Randy let out a gasp of surprise as he felt the cold tile against his back, and John took that opportunity to force his tongue into Randy's mouth, his teeth scraping across Randy's soft lips. Orton must've liked that a lot, for he let out a loud, slutty moan before bucking his hips forward, his rock-hard dick pushing against John's own hard on. Cena liked that a lot, and he decided he wanted more of it. Reaching down, he placed a hand on Randy's bare thigh, sliding it underneath his leg, smirking as he felt the goosebumps on Randy's skin despite the heat of the water. He lifted Randy's leg up, wrapping it around his waist, using the wall to balance himself. Orton must've liked that idea, because he picked up his other leg on his own accord, wrapping it around John as well. The feeling of Randy's thighs circling his waist made the heat rush between John's legs, and then he was bucking his hips, thrusting his cock against Randy, placing his hands on Randy's tight ass, squeezing and tugging.
"Don't know what you've done to me…" John hissed as he pulled his mouth away from Randy's, "I can't stop thinking about you…"
"Mmm…" Randy moaned again, jerking his hips forward, thrusting against John's thick erection, "Sorry."
"Don't be." John growled, his teeth scraping across Randy's neck, down to his collar bone, "I like it."
The shower water still pounding against John's back, he moved his hands up to Randy's lower back, nails digging into the flesh. Brief concerns over hurting the younger man flashed through his mind, but then Randy wrapped his arms around John, and he was digging his own nails into John's back, and Cena had to bite his lip from crying out in pleasure. His dick was so hard now it was almost painful, and the stimulation of rubbing it against Randy's own cock wasn't enough anymore…he wanted more. He wanted to push Randy to the floor, strip him down and shove himself deep inside of him. God, he wanted him so bad… John bit down on Randy's collar bone, sucking on the warm skin. Orton whimpered in response, his hands pulling on John's back, pulling the older man against him so that they were thrusting into each other. Both started breathing heavily as they bucked against each other, John thrusting his hips, Randy thrusting right back, their cocks sliding across each other.
And then John stopped. He went still, pulling his mouth from Randy's neck.
"What's wrong?" Randy asked, his voice taking an edge as his blue eyes stared up at John.
"I just…" Cena sighed guiltily, "If we…if we don't stop, I'm going to want more."
"Why is that a problem?" Randy frowned. The hot water was still spilling across him, and the sensation of the heat combined with his legs wrapped around John's waist was making lust and desire flood his veins.
"Barrett's going to be looking for me." John scowled, anger flashing in his eyes, "I don't want to start something…and then be interrupted, if you know what I mean."
"Ok." Randy nodded in agreement. He leaned back, and the John released his legs, and Randy was standing on his own, staring at John.
"I should get going. He's probably throwing a fit…" Cena sighed in annoyance, looking at Randy with longing.
"You might want to calm down before you go out there." Randy said, looking down at the thick hard on that was between John's legs.
"Uh, yeah, right." Cena chuckled, "So…you should let me come by later."
"Tonight?" Randy asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Yeah. So we can finish this." John nodded. He was taking a chance, pretty much asking Randy if they could have sex later. But it was either that or get off by himself…after what he'd just done with Randy, there was no way he could go the rest of the night without some kind of relief.
"Yeah…I'd like that." Randy nodded again, "You should probably get going."
John smiled and then turned, heading towards the door to the shower. He then stopped suddenly, and then he turned around. Randy opened his mouth to ask what he was doing, but before he could John placed a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, barely brushing Randy's lips. Cena smiled as he pulled away, and then he turned and left, exiting the shower silently.