Randy reached forward, and his fingertips wrapped around the hem of John's purple shirt. Pulling the cottony fabric up over John's head, he threw it to the side, not even bothering to look as the cloth crumpled onto the rust-colored tile. John mimicked his actions: his own hands grabbed Randy's black shirt, tugging it off the younger man and casting it away just as quickly. Cena couldn't help but give a dimpled smirk: Randy was quite the delicious sight. His toned, tan stomach was a particularly drool-worthy feature of his, and John felt like he could stare at Randy's muscular, heavily inked arms for hours, his eyes just tracing the dark lines that marred the Viper's biceps, triceps, and forearms. John would never admit it, but he'd always found Randy's cold, icy blue eyes to be particularly striking—even long before they were fucking…hell, even way back when they first met in OVW he had found Randy Orton's frosty gaze enticing. He'd always kept that to himself, of course. Now though—alone in the locker room, Randy smirking at him teasingly—he couldn't help but stare at those pale eyes as he reached up, placing a hand on the back of Randy's neck. Smiling, John eagerly pulled Randy's head forward, smashing their mouths together, his teeth nibbling at Orton's soft lips. He'd been in plenty of relationships—plenty of awesome, loving relationships—but when Randy moaned into the kiss, reaching up, his fingers nimbly working at the button and zipper of Cena's jean shorts…well, John had never felt lust like he did then. Randy Orton had become like fire to John, and every time they touched Cena couldn't help but feel like he was being consumed.
His cock painfully stiffening, John sucked in a sharp breath of air as he felt Randy slowly tug down his zipper, his fingertips purposefully grazing across the hardness between John' legs. And then the younger man was reaching into John's shorts, and Cena couldn't help but gasp out loud as he felt Randy's hand wrap around his throbbing cock, soft fingers dragging up and down across the sensitive flesh. Randy pulled away from him then, and to John's surprise he lowered himself down, his charming smirk widening as he kneeled on the tile floor, eye-level with Cena's obvious hard on.
"Randy…" John hissed as the younger man's hand suddenly pulled his dick from out of his jeans, the thick hardness bobbing mere inches in front of Randy's face.
Orton's light eyes looked up at John as he gave a small, sinful grin, his hand traveling down the length of Cena's cock and wrapping around the base. He leaned forward, and John's hands clenched into fists as Randy's tongue flicked out, the warm wetness lightly dragging across the very tip of John's cock. That gentle, hot touch sent vibrations of pleasure shooting between John's legs, and he couldn't help but push his hips forward, his swollen dick pressing up against Randy's lips, begging for more attention. Randy's hand squeezed on the base of John's cock, moving up and down slowly as he leaned forward. Pulling his fingers up around the head of Cena's stiff dick, Randy tilted his head to the side, his tongue lashing out at the base of John's hard on. John leaned his head back, jaw in the air and his eyes tightly clenched shut, growling in pleasure as Randy's tongue slid all the way from the base to head of his cock, the warm wetness gliding across the underside of Cena's huge dick. Randy's hand started jerking him, then, his fingers moving up and down slowly, his tongue flicking out again to lightly caress the swollen head of John's cock. Cena groaned loudly at that, and then he reached a hand forward, placing it on the back of Randy's head, pulling the younger man towards him.
Cena bit his bottom lip hard as Orton's head bobbed down, taking in a few inches of his practically bursting dick. His tongue swirling across the underside, Randy turned his head to the side, widening his mouth as he took more of John's length in, the tip of his thick cock pressing up against the inside of Randy's cheek. Waves of pleasure exploded between John's legs as he felt the head of his cock glide against the velvety inside of Randy's mouth, the warm wetness making his dick so hard it almost hurt. His fingers were gripping Randy's hair tight, holding the younger man's head in place as he bucked his hips slightly, his dick pushing roughly against Randy's mouth. Orton pulled away suddenly, a self-satisfied smirk on his gorgeous face.
"When the hell did you become such a cock tease?" John hissed, his fingers still grabbing onto Randy's short, brown hair as much as they could.
"You like it." Randy scoffed, pale eyes looking up at John, flashing with false-innocence and arrogance.
"You're damn right I do." John growled, his fingernails pressing into the back of Randy's head, "Now quit fucking teasing me."
Cena didn't know why, but he liked being rough with Randy. As Randy opened his mouth, John thrust his hips forward, forcing his massive cock down the younger man's throat. Randy was no novice; he didn't even flinch as John pulled back out and then—his fingers tugging on Randy's hair—shoving himself back into Randy's willing throat. John didn't know what came over him, but soon he was bucking his hips feverishly, his thick cock sliding in and out of Randy's mouth, his entire length stabbing down into Randy's throat and then pulling back out, only to be rammed back in. The feeling of Randy's hot, wet mouth surrounding his dick was making John see stars, and it wasn't long before he could feel himself hitting the edge. Growling loudly, his fingers tightened even more on Randy's hair, and he pulled Randy into him, his cock thrusting down his throat. Again and again he shoved himself into Randy's warm mouth, and then his body shook, and bucked harder then ever, his dick shooting strings of white, hot liquid as he buried his cock in Randy's throat. Orton remained still, allowing John to come in his throat, swallowing deeply as Cena pulled out, his spent dick still trembling slightly. Cena was taking a few slow, deep breaths as he looked down at Randy. The younger man reached up, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking up at John.
"Never knew you had that in you, Johnny." Randy grinned wickedly, still remaining on his knees at he looked up at John.
"Yeah well, I'm full of surprises." John smiled as he buttoned his pants back up. He offered his hand out to Randy, helping the kneeling man back to his feet.
"We should probably get out of here…" The Legend Killer reached down to the floor, scooping up both the black and purple shirts.
"You don't want me to return the favor?" Cena couldn't hide his surprise and slight disappointment as Randy handed him his shirt. He had been looking forward to making Randy scream his name…
"I just don't think this is really the best place for it." Randy pulled the black shirt over his head, biceps flexing nicely as he yanked the shirt on, "I mean, what if Wade had come back and walked in on us a few minutes ago? Or someone else even."
"I think he already knows." Cena scowled, tugging his own shirt back on, "But I see what you mean. People would flip a shit if they found out Randy Orton was sucking off John Cena…"
"Everyone's going to freak when they find out, aren't they?" Randy cringed in disgust at that thought. John didn't blame him; the Superstars and Divas were notorious gossipers backstage. If someone walked in on them…well, everyone in the business would know within a few hours—if even that. What made it even worse was that he and Randy were long time 'enemies', and certainly not each other's type…yeah, the whole locker room was going to explode once the news broke out.
"Yeah, they will, but who cares?" John shrugged, "So…what now? You heading back to the hotel?"
"Probably." Randy nodded, reaching down and grabbing his gym bag, "I don't really have anywhere else to go."
"Should I come with you?" Cena grinned hopefully.
"It's up to you." Randy shrugged nonchalantly, though he was staring at John out of the corner of his eye.
"Do you want me to come with you?" John's grin grew even wider.
"It's up to you." Randy repeated dryly, shooting John a sly glare.
"Come on Randy," Cena's grin turned into a cocky smirk as he placed his hands on his hips, "Just admit you want me to come home with you and fuck you all night long."
"Fine, fine." Randy rolled his eyes, turning towards the door, "I want you to come home with me and fuck me all night long…you happy? Now can we get out of here?"
"See? Now that wasn't too hard to admit, was it?" John teased as he walked towards the door, reaching out and wrapping his hand around the handle.
"Oh shut up." Randy scowled, his cheeks turning red as they walked out the door.
Unbeknownst to them, however, Wade had not been the only person in the locker room when Randy walked in.
"I don't get it…why do you want me to hide in Randy Orton's locker room?"
"Let's just say I have a hunch, and I need it to be confirmed before I proceed…you understand?"
"Well…what am I supposed to be looking for?"
"Don't worry, that will quickly become very obvious…that is, if my hunch is correct. If I am wrong, then you shouldn't see anything out of the ordinary."
"What if he finds me? He'll beat the shit out of me…"
"Then don't let him fucking find you."
"I don't know about this…"
"Should I find someone else to…give me what I want?"
"No! I'll…I'll do it. You know I'll do it."
"Good. Now let's go, he should be here very soon."
When Wade Barrett had ordered him to hide in Randy Orton's locker room…well, Justin had been very, very confused, to say the least. But he had known that Wade wouldn't ask him to do it if he didn't have a good reason, and so he had complied—eagerly, as always. When they got to Randy's room, Wade his in a small supply closet to the side, leaving it barely cracked open so that he could peek one eye out to see what was going on. Orton himself arrived not too long after Barrett helped him hide…and from then on out, there was just one surprise after another. The ensuing argument between Randy and Wade had been expected…Wade cornering Randy, about to give him an indecent proposal…now that had been a little bit more then shocking. At first Justin had felt his heart pound with jealousy, wondering why his lover would flaunt his flirting with Randy when he knew Justin was watching. But that was the way Wade was, wasn't it? He didn't give a shit about what anyone else thought…why would he care if his fuck buddy was hiding in a closet, watching him flirt with the WWE Champion? The jealousy Justin had felt upon seeing Barrett touch Randy had quickly been replaced with…arousal. Hiding in the closet, one dark eye staring out through the small gap between the door and the frame…Justin couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched his leader practically pin Randy to the wall.
Seeing the fear in Randy's eyes…Justin couldn't but picture his Wade smacking Randy around, making the Viper scream. Barrett had a sadistic side…especially when it came to sex, as Gabriel knew firsthand. His lover liked to get rough with him when they fucked, he liked to be in control and make people submit. It didn't take long for Justin to realize why Wade was attracted to Randy…the Legend Killer had a spirit that would be delicious to break. As soon as Justin saw the look in Wade's eyes as he stared Randy up and down…well, he knew immediately that one day Wade was going to fuck him, whether Randy was willing or not. Strangely, Justin didn't feel upset by this…on the contrary, as he hid in the closet, he began to hope that—when the time came—Wade would be kind enough to let him watch. Now that would be sexy: watching his Wade bring Randy Orton to his knees…maybe if he was really lucky, Barrett would reward all of his hard work by letting him get a piece of the action…
When John Cena burst in…Justin was more confused then ever. What part did Cena play in all that? It wasn't too difficult to figure out; the fire that entered John's eyes when he saw Wade touching Randy made it quite clear just why he was paying the Viper a visit. Justin had sat in a stunned silence as Wade left and Randy and John started arguing; the familiarity in their conversation made it pretty obvious that the two were comfortable with each other…very comfortable, as Justin soon figured out. When Randy got on his knees in front of John, he had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out in pure shock. And then Cena whipped out his dick and Randy Orton started sucking like his life depended on it. Fuck…now that had been hot. Sitting there in the dark closet, watching Randy get throat-fucked by Cena…Justin had to resist the urge to stuff his hand down his pants and start jerking off. Who knew Cena would be so rough with Randy? He'd grabbed him by the hair and shoved his cock so far down Randy's throat Gabriel wondered how he didn't choke. Watching John ram his impressively sized dick in and out of Randy's mouth had gotten Justin all hot and bothered; sitting in silence, he couldn't help but picture his Wade roughing Randy up, then maybe cuffing his hands behind his back…then grabbing Randy by the hair and forcing his own cock down the struggling man's throat. And then of course, after he made Orton suck the cum out of his dick, Wade would let Justin get a turn…and Justin would fuck his throat so hard he wouldn't be able to talk for a week.
Approaching the Nexus locker room, Justin reached down and adjusted his pants, trying to rid his mind of thoughts of him and Wade taking turns with Randy. Pushing open the door, he stepped into the room. Barrett was sitting on the wooden bench in the center, looking up at Justin expectantly. He stood up as Gabriel entered, his dark eyes flashing.
"Well?" Wade spoke lowly, his eyes glaring hard at the smaller man.
"Let me guess…you wanted me to find out if Cena and Orton were an item, right?" Justin smiled, reaching up and pushing some of his black hair out from in front of his eyes.
"If you've found out for sure, now's the time to tell me." Barrett sneered impatiently, looking down at Justin, "I've been waiting for you for almost half an hour. What the hell took you so long?"
"Sorry." Justin smirked, placing his hands on his hips, "I couldn't leave. Cena and Orton were giving me a show…and taking their damn time with it."
"A show?" Barrett actually cracked a cruel smile at that, "Well, aren't you the lucky one. What exactly did you get to see?"
"A lot, actually." Gabriel's smirk grew wider as he leaned back, his shoulders hitting the cement wall.
"Did they fuck?" Wade growled, folding his arms across his chest.
"No…but Orton got on his knees and sucked Cena's cock like a little slut." Justin sneered in response.
"Did he now?" Barrett's grin grew even wider, "And you got to see all of it?"
"Oh yeah, I saw every second of it." Gabriel nodded, his head bobbing up and down eagerly, "And after Orton let Cena come down his throat, they left to go back to his room."
"Hmm…well, that answers any questions I had regarding those two." Barrett's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he turned to the side, looking away from Justin, "I wonder how the rest of the locker room would feel if they knew our WWE Champion was blowing John Cena behind the scenes…"
"So what are we going to do now?" Gabriel cocked an eyebrow up as he stared at Wade, waiting for a response.
"The only reason I haven't been able to take the belt from Randy is because Cena's been watching over him." Wade muttered, scowling deeply, "So it's quite obvious what we have to do."
"…Yeah?" Justin nodded, his eyes wide.
Barrett rolled his eyes in annoyance, "We have to take Cena out of the picture."
"I thought the plan from the start was to destroy Cena?" Gabriel frowned, tilting his head to the side in confusion as he looked up at Barrett.
"Destroying Cena was just a perk." Wade snapped in irritation, glowering at Justin, "The plan was for me to attain the title…breaking John Cena was just the proverbial icing on the cake. Right now he is the only thing standing between me and Randy…so he needs to be dealt with."
"You want the team to attack him?" Gabriel's face split into a giddy grin as he straightened up, leaning away from the wall.
"No, absolutely not." Wade shook his head, "Attacking Cena would be counterproductive—it would only make him want to fight us even more."
"The how are we supposed to—" Justin began earnestly.
"We need to split them up." Barrett snarled suddenly, tiring of having to explain everything to his little stooge.
"And how are we supposed to do that?" Gabriel asked quietly, knowing that his lack of intelligence was something that would quickly anger his lover.
"We'll make it very clear to Cena that, should he continue to see Randy, the Nexus will continue to pay special attention to him. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Wade finished his question by giving Justin a long, hard look.
"Yeah, I understand." Gabriel nodded slowly, knowing that that was the answer Barrett wanted to hear.
"Good." Wade stepped back, reaching down to grab his gym bag up off the floor, "Tomorrow I am going to pay Randy a personal visit…"
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