AN: I might be pushing that 'T' rating so the next chapter might be rated 'M'. This chapter is rated PG-13 for language...or something.

Wrestling God Fact # 237 - Wrestling Gods can grant wishes. Even the ones in your head.

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For Kuro Ookami Hatake and DX-Dynamite

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Chris Jericho stood in the mirror spiking his hair while his new boyfriend struggled to get in the new shirt Chris bought for him at Hot Topic.

"Shawn dear do you need some help?" Chris laughed as he watched the blonde struggle; his arms twisted all sorts of ways as he tried to pull the shirt down.

"Nope. I'm determined to get this damn shirt on!" With another tug, Shawn finally managed to pull the shirt down over his perfect torso. He pursed his lips as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Christopher, are you sure this is supposed to look like this? This shirt is kind of tight and you can practically see my nipples."

"It's a fishnet top Shawn. Of course it's going to be tight. Besides, it's all the rage these days. Don't you watch anime?"

"Um…what's anime? Do you mean like Sponge Bob? I love Sponge Bob!" Chris turned to face the blonde with his hands on his hips.

"I need to get you trained. No, I mean like Japanese anime. It's animated but not like cartoons. Anyway, you look fantastic. Now I just have to put the make-up on you." Shawn's outfit consisted of a green fishnet top and some tight black jeans. He wore a studded belt around his waist and had on matching black boots. His hair was still in two piggy tails but instead of pink ribbons, he wore green and black ones. Chris was sporting the same look only his shirt was red instead of black. They were twins…sort of. Chris made Shawn sit on the bed while he applied the proper make up. Shawn ran his hands across Chris's top playfully earning a giggle.

"Stop that or you'll piss of the Gods and get eyeliner all over your face."

"Oh right. Sorry. Don't wanna piss them off," he grinned.

"So who all did you invite to join us this evening?"

"Um…I called Randy but he's still screaming about how he looks like Mike Knox and that he lost his sexy. He can't even bring himself to look in a mirror, or so he says."

"Wow. Poor kid. The Gods must have got to him."

"Yeah. Probably but I swear he looks the same. Maybe he's having like an identity crisis."

"Like your cookies?"

"Hey! Hunter likes them," he grumbled.

"Alright. So who else did you call?"

"Dave is coming with us. He's supposed to be bringing Cena along."

"Oh joy. Now I gotta spend all the night watching him instead of you."

"Aww be nice Chris. Cena's not that bad."

"He's not that bad to you because he wants to do you."

"That's like half the roster so I'm used to it. But don't worry about him. I only have eyes for you…well, most of the time."

"I know. That's why I need to watch him."

"Guh…Cena's not gay Chris. He's just…sensitive," he giggled.

"Alright. Fine. So who else?"

"Hmm…well I called up Adam but – and you're going to think I'm crazy but I swear I'm not lying – Snitsky answered his cell and went to raving about how he's really Adam."

"Wow. Looks like everybody's losing their minds except us. Alright. All done." Chris stepped aside so Shawn could see himself in the mirror.

"Chris I look…why the green eyeliner? Even though it DOES bring out my blue eyes," he giggled. Chris smacked his butt which resulted in Shawn retaliating by shoving Chris on the bed. Shawn crawled a top him straddling his lap.

"Shawn, bad idea," Chris warned. "You start teasing and I swear we won't go anywhere tonight." Shawn poked out his lips in a pout.

"But Chris, you look so pwetty with your red eyeliner and pink lips."

"And you look so pwetty with your piggy tails but if you get me started we're never going to leave this room." There was a knock on the door bringing Chris relief. "Perfect timing whoever this is." Shawn gave Chris a quick kiss before running to the door.

"Dave! Cena! Aww…you guys decided to come." For a minute neither Dave nor Cena could form any words. Shawn reached out and poked Cena in the chest.

"Oh…sorry. I just…wasn't expecting to see you look so…"

"Gay?" Chris finished. He was standing behind Shawn holding his waist. He peered around Shawn laughing at the disgusted look on Cena's face.

"I am not gay!" he huffed.

"Yeah. Dude keep telling yourself that. So Dave, how's it going? Are we all ready to leave?"

"Yeah let's get out of here. I can't believe I agreed to go anywhere with you two. I like ya'll but I know that both of you got a habit of getting in trouble."

"Oh Dave," Shawn giggled. "That's all in the past. Chris and I never get in trouble anymore…well, except for last night and I swear that guy had it coming. The nerve of him to think I was gay!"

"But…you ARE gay," Cena replied, rolling his eyes. Shawn grabbed Cena's shoulders pushing him against the wall. He got right in his face making sure to leave only an inch of space between them.

"Actually Cena, I'm not entirely gay. I like women too and would probably be with one right now if men didn't find me so irresistible…like you probably will someday," he grinned.

"Ye…yeah right," he breathed. "I…I'm not into men!"

"Suuuuuuuuure you aren't. Don't let the wrestling Gods here you say that. They have a knack for proving people wrong."

"I…There's no wrestling Gods," he managed.

Cena's face was turning all shades of red and pink because as much as he wanted to ignore him, it was hard to ignore the pretty pig tails and eyeliner and blues eyes and smooth lips and that tight shirt… Shawn curved his lips into a smile when he realized Cena was noticing him. Before he could even think to start testing the waters Shawn was picked up and placed on the ground in front of Chris by Dave.

"Thanks Dave. I'm going to have to get a leash for him."

"Don't mention it," Dave smirked.

"Oh you guys. I was only playing," Shawn whined. "Plus we just established Cena's straightness so it's not like my teasing would have any effect on him anyway."

"You don't know your own sexiness," Chris scolded. "Now come on let's go before the mall closes! I wanna look for new heels."

"Oooh Chris, can I go to the candy shop?" Shawn asked. Cena just shook his head at the two blondes as they chattered about candy and clothes. He couldn't understand how two guys could be so comfortable being openly gay. Chris was free to parade around in heels without anyone saying a thing to him while Shawn was the same. He could wear a dress and the ladies would be all over him even more. Cena let out a sigh. I'm not gay but sometimes I wish I was. Maybe people would like me more not to mention I haven't gotten laid in months. Cena hurried to catch up to the two chattering blondes. Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched.

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When they finally got to the mall, Cena was relieved to have something to keep his mind off of his sex life…or lack there of. Chris ran off towards a shoe store in search of heels while Dave took off to chase some beautiful young ladies staring at lingerie in the Victoria's Secret window. That just left him and Shawn though Shawn was in his own little world. As soon as they found a candy store Shawn was all over it.

"Cena we have to go in here!" he exclaimed. "Oh, so many lollipops!" Cena rolled his eyes.

"Like you need anything sweet. You're bouncing off the walls without it." Shawn poked out his lips in a pout.

"So. I still want candy."

"Well go and get it. I'll wait out here." Shawn grinned his mischievous grin.

"Are you afraid of being seen with me?" he asked.

"What? No!"

"Oh really?" he teased. "Well come on inside. I'll buy you a sucker."

"I…I don't want a sucker," he stammered. Damn I'm horny as hell and with all his talk of suckers… Shawn slowly approached John, forcing him back against the store window. He licked his lips before cutting his eyes down at Cena's crotch.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…I'm cool." Shawn pursed his lips then grinned.

"Alright. Well come on. Let's go inside. Maybe you can help me find a cool new flavor to sample." Shawn didn't give Cena time to protest. He grabbed his hand pulling him inside the candy store.

"Ooooo those look so cool!" Shawn squealed. He left Cena's side to go down one of the sucker isles while Cena followed at a slow pace behind him. He had to admit that the store was kind of cool. So many different suckers, all colors, shapes and sizes towering over him. Even if I was a huge fan of suckers I wouldn't know where to start in here.

"Psst. Hey Cena." Cena stopped in the middle of the isle looking around. He could have sworn someone whispered his name but there was no one else in the store except him and Shawn. Hmm…that's…strange. Cena shrugged it off and kept after Shawn who was now holding several huge lollipops in his hands. He walked a little ways again when he heard it again.

"Hey Cena. Come on man turn around." Cena quickly turned around but again, he saw nothing. Man what the hell is going on around here? "Cena. Look at the suckers behind you." Cena turned around staring at the lines of purple blow pops. All of a sudden one of them moved. "Cena! God you are so cute!" it giggled. Cena looked around to make sure no one was looking then he frowned.

"Uh…am I going crazy?" he asked, more to himself than the sucker but the blow pop giggled again.

"Nope. I'm really talking to you Cena."

"Yeah…Uh…" Maybe I need to lay off the steak dinners…

"Ahh well I know you think you're losing it and that's okay. I tend to have that effect on people. Anyway, I'm here to grant your wish."

"Uh…what wish?"

"The one about being gay."

"Dude, I never wished to be gay," he laughed.

"Um…right. So you wanna be a top or a bottom?" the blow pop asked. Cena took off his cap, running a hand through his hair.

"This is…this is crazy. I'm nuts. I must be going nuts."

"Definitely a top for now."

"I…I gotta get out of here. Bie Mr. Blow Pop…whatever you're supposed to be."

"I'm a Wrestling God," it giggled.

"Right. God. Well," Cena bowed to the pop. "Gotta go. SHAWN! LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!" Cena ran off after Shawn, the blow pop giggling hysterically behind him.

"When will they ever learn. Oh well…," the sucker said happily. "He won't be able to resist the very definition of sexy…and lollipops either."

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Cena ran up and down the next few isles looking for Shawn and when he finally found him, he stopped dead in his tracks. Oh my God… Shawn leaning back against the counter sucking on the most delicious looking pink blow pop he'd ever seen. Cena's jaw just dropped as he watched Shawn's tongue dart out of his mouth to tease the head of the sucker. His tongue made circles over the top making Cena drool with want. I…I want some of his sucker… I wanna lick it too! John suddenly had an image of himself sharing that sucker with Shawn while his hands roamed areas of the man's body. Get a grip Cena! Get a… Shawn pulled the sucker out of his mouth with a loud pop and John just couldn't take it anymore. John marched up to Shawn stopping inches in front of him. The blond was a little taken back but then he grinned his sexy grin.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked. Cena tried. He tried so hard to find a logical reason why he was suddenly turned on but nothing could explain it. Shawn brought the sucker back to his lips licking the side of it slowly. Like a magnet, Cena closed in on Shawn until their bodies were pressed to each other's. Shawn licked the sucker again and Cena did the same, licking the other side of it. This went on for several seconds until Cena's tongue accidentally made contact with Shawn's. Both their tongues went to lick the top of the blow pop and their tongues connected. Before Shawn knew it Cena was shoving his tongue in his mouth tasting him.

"Oh God…Shawn," he murmured. "You taste so…fucking good." Cena eagerly shoved Shawn back against the counter rubbing his body against him. He wasn't sure what was going on with him but couldn't stop himself. It was like he had lost control of his body and mind. Cena pulled away when he ran out of breath and just stared at Shawn. Shawn looked slightly confused and half wondered if this was a joke. He quirked his brow.

"John, are you alright?" Cena's eyes wondered over Shawn's body completely ignoring the question. He licked his lips at the thought of sucking Shawn's little suckers that were showing through the tight shirt. His eyes traveled lower and lower stopping at the place between his legs. Shawn suddenly got the feeling that he was in trouble so he looked around to see if he could spot Chris. Chris was no where in sight which meant he was on his own to fend off Cena, even though he wanted to play with him a bit. "Um…John? Sweetie I thought you said you weren't gay."

"Huh? Uh…gay? I'm not gay…am I?" Cena thought about this for a second but then realized he didn't care. He wanted Shawn and even more, he wanted to suck on Shawn's sucker.

"No, you're not. You told me earlier that you were straight."

"Oh yeah. Well…I never thought you'd taste so good. So tell me Shawn, can I suck your sucker?" Shawn stared at the pink blow pop he was holding in his hand then smiled.

"Sure!" He held up the blow pop for Cena waiting for him to lick it. Instead, Cena put his whole mouth over the giant pop staring at Shawn the entire time. "J…John?" he squeaked. Shawn suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in his pants. He tried to take his eyes off of Cena's but his gaze was so intense that Shawn felt helpless. He quickly closed his eyes imagining that he was that sucker. Mmm man I bet that sucker's in heaven… When he opened them again, it was to find Cena on his knees tugging at his pants.

"I'm going to have your sucker if it's the last thing I do," he panted. Cena quickly tugged Shawn's britches down thinking only of its delicious taste. Sucker…sucker! Mmm…God Shawn…I can't wait… The blonde closed his eyes waiting to be engulfed in warmth when suddenly…

"OH HELL NO!" Chris stormed over to Cena smacking him in the face. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Shawn quickly pulled up his pants staring at Chris innocently.

"Now baby calm down. He…he didn't mean anything by it."

"Easy for you to say," Chris snapped. "He was trying to get a taste of your goods and you were letting him."

"I was…I couldn't help it!" he stammered. "I…there was something about his gaze…but I think its the Wrestling Gods fault that he's like this."

"Huh? How you figure?"

"Well…He..." Shawn lowered his voice. "He seems obsessed with me and my suckers all of a sudden. It's weird," Shawn said thoughtfully. "I mean, I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later but I never thought it would happen this soon." Both men glanced back over at Cena who was still staring at Shawn like a piece of food. He looked like he was in his own little world. Shawn shuddered under his gaze and half wondered whether or not the kid would be okay. "Say…say Chris, maybe we should take him in and help him figure out his new sexuality."

"Oh hell no! He better find out on his own. Damn it all. Why can't people just listen to the Wrestling Gods for once? Now I gotta spend all my time protecting what's mine. I should have known the Gods wouldn't let me have you so easily." He grabbed Shawn's hand. "Come on sexy. We need to get going before you get entranced again by Cena's vampiric gaze." Chris shuffled Shawn out of the candy store all the while glaring daggers at Cena.

"What the hell you looking at me like that for?" Cena grumbled.

"Nothing. Just keep away from my man or else I'll ask the Wrestling Gods to make you straight again. What did you do? Wish you were gay?"

"What's it to you assclown?" Actually I have no idea how it happened. I talked to a sucker and now I'm having homosexual tendencies…well, only towards Shawn though I can't help but notice how nice Chris look in his pants.

"Well you were looking at Shawn like you wanted to eat him for dinner whereas before, you were scared to even be around him. Now you wanna suck on his sucker? I don't get it."

"I don't know Chris. I…I can't explain it. One minute I was staring at a talking blow pop and the next Shawn was licking that pretty pink blow pop, turning me on. The way his tongue slid across the head…"

"Alright! Enough! I get it. You're gay all of a sudden. Damn. The Wrestling Gods have struck again." Damn. Shawn was right. Chris sighed. "Well…I guess I better show you the ropes."

"Can I have Shawn?"

"No! Now let's get going. I'll take you back to our room until morning. Maybe by then you'll have a better grip on your new feelings." Damn you Wrestling Gods. Of all the people to make gay you had to pick Cena.

"Can I sit next to Shawn?"

"NO!" Chris took Cena's hand leading him out of the store angrily. It was going to be a long night and it had only just begun.

AN: Review if you want. Who do YOU think the Gods should punish next? Or if not punish, grant a wish? Guys or girls. It doesn't matter long as it does not require me to write detailed femslash scenes. I won't be doing that. So leave a review and a request. I'll do requests between the ones I've already planned out. And I'll only do so many because I don't want to make this rediculous fic too long. So....I'll pick the ones I like and go from there. That is all. Now go review and request.