Title: Flirting with Disqualification.
Pairing: John Cena/Randy Otron.
Rating: NC 17.
Warnings : Some bad language and gay sex.
Summary : People always said, there would be a match that changed their life's forever. Neither of them ever dreamed it would be like this. John Cena/ Randy Orton. M/M SLASH!
Disclaimer: I do not own, any of the wwe superstars mentioned.
Author's Note : My net is down & we don't know how long its going to be so I'm updating at my grans right now. So updates for the next while WILL be a lot slower. Sorry. I love you guys & I hope it's worth the wait.
I put my bag in the main locker room, before heading out to the cafateria in serious need of a coffee. I hadn't slept in the last week much, & anytime I did get into a sulumber two words echoed through my dreams like a plauge, I Quit. I groaned as I sulked past many superstars, who seemed to read the look on my face that I wasn't to be bothered with right now. I grabbed a coffee from the machine and slumped into a chiar at the furthest table from the bundle of superstars.
I starred at the contents willing them to cool down. I closed my eyes, feeling how tired I truely was. Snapping my eyes open to make sure I staied awake, I let my mind wander. Since last Monday, their had been no house shows, which I was grateful, but the more time left inbtween fucking Cena & seeing him afterwards was making me worry more about the time when we would meet.
Finally i lifted the near black liquid to my mouth, letting it burn away a few of my taste buds not able to wait any longer for the mental stimulation I needed. I knew we couldn't really change the weay we acted around anyone without anyone noticing but it was going to be fucking difficult. I mean sure i'd swung the other way a few times when I was younger, starting out, but not in year. I still don't know how or why I pratically raped Cena, not that I regreted it, but there was no logical explanation for it & I found myself not for the first time in the last few days, being grateful that he didn't punch me and walk out, telling the whole roster I was some closet fag.
I finished the coffee, desperatly wanting another, but not wanting a caffine crash during my match later. I closed my eyes once more blocking out the world.
"Afternoon Randal" I gulped, I even heard it myself. The call was normal, bright & not out of character in any way. Now I had to glare at him, tell him not to call me Randal and point out that 6.30 Pm was the evening & not the afternoon. I opened my eyes, taking in his expression, he seemed calm but there was something in his eye that told me that I wasn't getting away so easily.
"How many times do I have to ask you NOT to call me Randal?" I snapped far to harshly, he slipped into the seat in front of me, "And its Half six in the evening, not afternoon" He had his back to everyone which meant he could let his face drop.
I couldn't even read his facial experession, "At LEAST once more, and whatever it's after noon, which makes it afternoon" we had had this discussion so many times, that to anyone who would have been intrested in our conversation had now fallen back into their own.
He glanced aroun checking before turning back to me, "We have to talk"
"Stop being such a bitch" I groaned, he eyed me clearly not amused.
"Fuck you" he whispered harshly leaning over the table, my breath hitched slightly as I remembered having him over the dresser in a very similar possition "I have had to explain to people why I've had a limp for the last week - take that fucking smirk off your face before I do" I bit my lip trying very hard to not let my amusment spread across my face. The idea of causing John Cena to limp was at the best of times, impowering, given the circumstances I felt like a fucking god, "What the fuck? You divorce from your wife and 6 months later your gay?"
My jaw clenched, my brain shutting down completely. "Leave Sam out of this" I hissed, we may not be married anymore, but she was still the mother of my child, "& I'm not fucking gay-"
"So what the fuck was that?" he hissed, I sat back in my chair eyeing him. I watched as his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, I could still see a light bite mark just under it, I smiled to myself as I seen it.
"I'm sorry I seem to remember you being hard first" John blushed like nothing else, also sitting back in his chair, something I wished he hadn't done enjoying seeing him bent over the table "Care to explain that?"
"There's I reason I never get changed in the main lockeroom after matches" I raised an eyebrow, "I always have such a high from the matches, sometimes it just happens" he looked embarrased I had known him almost ten years and I had never once thought that he was lying when he said it was to noisey for him to undwind after a match in the main lockeroom.
"You get a post match hard on?" I scoffed and he glared at me, "What the fuck is up with that?" I chuckled, "Brings a whole new meaning to living for wrestling"
"Fuck you it's besides the point"
"You wern't hard in the ring John, you got hard after I came into your lockeroom"
"I've explained that already, being so fucking angry at you on top of that didn't help, now do you care to explain why you came down anyway?" he snapped lowly. The vien on the side of his neck popped out as he stressed out just a little more, and I licked my lips surprising myself with the urge to run my tongue along it's length.
"I was fucking pissed off, I wanted to vent anger!" I shrugged enjoying watching his expression changed to being completely baffled.
"Most people would go to the gym, or to a bar, not to their best mates locker room to try fucking them!" he snapped.
"You begged for more Cena" I smirked, and he looked outraged, I bit the inside of my lip trying with all my strengths to stop pissing him off, it was reminding me far to much of our prefuck arument.
"How did you know what you where doing anyway?" I couldn't help the power I felt knowing that he thought I was good enough to know what I was doing.
"Its not exaclty rock science John" I tried to brush it off and he eyed me as I shifted in my seat, "Fine when I came into the business, I fooled around with someone sometimes to relieve stress and sexual frustration" I shrugged.
"Well we both know none of the women ever liked anal, so I'm assuming it was a guy, who?" he asked and once more a small smile made it's way to my face.
"Why? Wanna check out the compitition?" He groaned starting to get seriously annoied with me, banging his head once off the table. I knew I should stop but toying with Cena was always fun, this was just down right pleasurable.
"Who?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Dave" his head snapped eyes as wide as saucers.
"Batista?" I nodded.
"But him & Lisa?" I shook my head lightly.
"Only in OVW, once they got here nothing, we where in the same stable, most of the time in the same hotel room. It just made sense" I shrugged, "After that I met Sam"
"You fucked Dave? Several times?" John shook his head, "How the fuck did I miss that, I knew you guys, so fucking well?" I laughed.
"Don't feel too bad, Dave wanted to invite you, but we didn't think you'd be up for it"
"Fuck off" he warned and I laughed.
"Look John, you need to chill. We fucked" I shrugged, "Pent up frustation, Jeez we where hand cuffed to each other for a good twenty minutes, how about you just deal with the fact I robbed you of you anal virginity and we move on?"
John had to take several deep breaths, probabaly to stop himself from hitting me, finally nodded.
"We have far to many up coming matches for this to get in the way, and we've been mates for god knows how long" I nodded.
"Once you accept it happend & stop questioning it, it gets easier" I noted and he nodded once, "I'm going to get changed, go see the physio and then I'll see you out there?" He nodded once more waving me off before I left.
I helped Cody backstage, Cena had been distracted and in turn it had cost Cody to take a rough bump, nothing to serious that a warm bath wouldnt cure, but it could have been a lot worse & I was pissed. Cody was like a little brother to me, I felt over protective of him at the best of times, which is why most of the roster where convinced we where fucking, but for John fucking Cena the face of the company to be so reckless. I shook my head.
Cena came back and he looked at Cody, "Cody, I'm sorry" he tried.
"Forget it John I'm fine really" I kept growling at him, he took one glance at me and bowed his head, Cody looked up at me ovbiosuly seeing how awkward John looked.
"Randy" he warned.
"No Cody, it was fucking reckless, I've never seen someone look so fucking distracted - Keep your personal problems out of the ring in future Cena, it's not fair to risk other peoples safety as well as your own" I fumed.
"I know that!" he damned near roared, his eyes locked with mine & I could tell I wasn't the person to be giving him the lecture, because it was pretty ovbious, I was the reason he was distracted.
Anger flew between us, and both Cody & Ted could sense it. Neither knew why, but knew they would have to defuse the situation & now.
"Randy, we should probably get Codes to the-" I cut him off nodding, tearing myself away from Cena's eyes.
"Lets go"
"For what its worth Codes, I really am sorry" He tired again.
"John it's fine, I'm not dying I just took a bad bump, I'm fine. Really" he assured him. John nodded, walking away in the other direction. I watched after him, a sneer on my face. I watched as his hips swung from side to side, his jorts straining over the perfection that was his ass, his back muscles tensing lightly as his arms swung, and his neck hung in shame.
"Fuck Randy, that was harsh, you know John would never try hurt anyone In the ring & when he does he beats himself up about it more than he should" Ted snapped, I rolled my head to look at him with a disaproving look.
"He's right Randy, it was only a bump, the worst that will happen is a bad bruise"
"I'll go see him once we get you fixed" I promised and they nodded.
I knew they where right, John would have been beating himself up about this already without me adding to it. I knew what I said was right, but sometimes you don't need to tell people they're in the wrong, more so when they already know. I knew I had a cheek, it was my fault he was distracted, but thats what pissed me off more. I felt responsible for Cody being hurt & I didn't like it.
We dropped Cody off, being told he would be fine. Ted went to the main lockeroom & I set off down the hall trying to think up an appoligy on the way. I knocked once lightly on a door that was locked, praying it was the right one.
"Go away Randy" he begged through the door.
"I just wanna talk" I heard a heavy sigh and the door unlock. I opened the door to the small room. I sat on one of the chairs facing John who was sitting on the small bench, head in his hands.
"I'm sorry" I admitted, he looked up at me through heavy lidded eyes, "I know this is all my fault"
"You haven't fathered my child fucksake Randy. I can take responsibility for my own mistakes" He hissed ovbiously feeling I was trying to baby him.
"I know, but I had no right to shout at you"
"I know, you have some fucking nerve!" he hissed. I flinched at the sound of venom in his voice.
"I know, I just feel like its my fault Cody's hurt & I didn't like it"
He stopped for a minute then looked up at me, "Randy are the romours about you & Runnles true?" he asked and I rolled my eyes.
"No" Though if anyone had the right to assume such things, it was Cena.
"Oh" he nodded, "Sorry just with you know-"
"Yeah" I chuckled, we both made eye contact and laughed, all tension seemed to be gone.
"I haven't slept in days" he amditted and I nodded.
"Same, I've been so fucking convinced you where just gonna punch me as soon as you seen me" we both laughed, exhaughtion seemed to be taking over us.
"It's why I'm beating myself up so much" He shurgged, "Cody should not have gotten hurt tonight, no matter how minor it was. If I had had sleep, if i had been focused" he shrugged.
"Cody's fine" I assured him, with a smile.
"Really? Nothing broke, fractured or other wise out of palce?" I sniggered.
"No, might be a bit bruised in the morning, nothing more" he sighed in relief, "I really am sorry about snapping Cena, he's like a brother I get mad at the best of times when he's hurt never mind when I know it's basically my own fault"
"I can take responsibilty for my own actions" he half snapped and I smiled.
"You never done much Cena" I smirked and he looked up at me and chuckled, both of us knowing I was talking about last week.
"I was fucking scared, and in pain might i fucking add" I threw my head back in laughter understanding all too well how painful the first time could be, "Like why does it hurt so much?" He questioned & I shrugged, laughing more along with him.
"I have no fucking idea, theres no need for it to hurt that much, when you're already half convinced the man on top of you is about to either kill you or tear you in half" I sighed and he nodded. It was hard to believe that I was John's, Dave.
"Did dave pratically rape you too?" John asked mocking me and I rolled my eyes.
"There was no pratically about it, I asked him to stop several times & he just didn't" John's eyes widened, "Don't get me wrong once the pain stopped and he found my sweet spot I begged him never to stop but, the first minute and a half felt like two fucking hours" John nodded understanding.
"Amen"
Silence fell, and I took that as my que to go. I stood.
"I'll let you have you're post match wank in peace" I smirked and he stood shoving me.
"Fuck you" he snapped jokingly.
"Never gonna happen Cena, I don't bottom" He blushed madly.
"Not what I meant" he growled, the sound sending the most amazing shivers down my spine, the noise sounding too fimiluar.
I cocked my head to the side, smirk falling into its usual place, "Really, what did you mean?" he closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling three times before he looked at me again. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it actually was.
As I watched him try calm himself, I felt the fimilar stirring in my trunks and I shook my head lightly, willing myself down, closing my eyes.
I felt myself being shoved against the wall, and I moaned, eyes snapping open.
"Stop. This. Now" Cena demanded, that fucking vien sticking out of his neck again.
"Or?" I couldn't help myself. I wanted to stop, I wanted to stop thinking & dreaming of my best friend sprawled out under me. I wanted to stop fucking with his head, to the point it was affecting his career & putting myself and my friends in danger. I wanted to stop.
But when he demanded it in such a way, almost challenging me not to do as he demanded, I had to do it. Something took over that made me willing to risk everything just to shoot down his throat.
I tore my eyes away from his neck and looked into his eyes, trying to read them. As soon as i met his, he groaned and lunged at me. Kissing me as hard as he could, pinning me between the wall and himself. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me to continue kissing him, the other hand pinning my hip to the wall. I bit down on his lip, needing more. I took advantage of the gasp he gave and stuck my tongue into his mouth. There was a war for domanince, and neither of us seemed to be giving up.
Suddenly something snapped into place, and he pulled away from me. He looked shocked, scared and hurt. I gulped not liking where this was going.
"Go" he half whispered, "Please?" I nodded, gathering my thoughts as I ripped the door open and walked back to the main lockeroom.
I grabbed my things, pulling my normal clothes back on & rushing out the door, needing to be alone.
"Randy!" I turned groaning inwardly,
"Yes Ted?" I tried to ask nicely, but failing to do so.
"Me & Codes where wondering if you wanted to have a couple of beers later? You seem stressed as fuck" I thought about spending time with people and had to physically hold down progectile vomit, but the idea of a mind numbing beer taking everything away & the end result being a few hours cold, hard sleep. Well that I couldn't deny.
"Yeah, yeah sure" I checked my watch, "I'll meet you in the hotel bar about 11 say?" he nodded walking backwards the locker room as I headed out towards the carpark.
After a quick shower, I headed downstairs, willing the night to go smoothly. I just wanted to get drunk and pass out. It should not be too much to ask. I groaned as the bell dinged letting me know I was on bottom ground.
I walked into the little bar and after a quick search found Ted & Cody. My stomach lurched as I seen it wasn't just us tonight, they had invited another guest. His expression seemed to mirror mine, like he was willing the ground to open up under him & let him free fall towards the centre of the earth, rather than sit with me tonight.
My feet carried me forward and I tried to mask my face, not for John but for Ted & Cody. They didn't need to know about this bullshit.
I slid into a seat beside Cody, facing Ted and furthest away from John.
"Evening boys" I greeted as I sat down.
"I'll get this one" Ted stood,
"So" Cody rocked in his chair, he was always so childish. One of the many reason's I enjoyed Cody's company, it was like he never grew up, always looking for a laugh and a joke in everything. Totaly bi-polar opposite from me, but it was one of the many reasons I felt protective of him. He was just a kid.
I placed my hand on the back of the chair to stop him rocking.
"I aint taking your ass to hospital again if you swing back to far, drunk as fuck & burst your head open"
"Yes you would, you'd just complain for the next four years. Again" He rolled his eyes and John sniggered, it seemed easy, effortless. It made me smile in return.
"You almost died because of you being an idiot. I have a right to complain"
"Randy you sound like my dad"
"That's only because he's sick of sitting with your ass in hospital too" Ted added as he set down four beers, and four shots. I smirked at him, Ted had this knack for knowing when I had to get fucked up, and he always knew how to do it too.
"Let the boy swing" John smirked at me leaning back in his seat, the tension seemed to be gone. This felt normal, like today or last week never happened. I relaxed also.
"Are you gonna sit with him in hopsital?" I asked our eyes met, a slow smile crept onto his face. It was fileld with fun & laughter, something John Cena's face was famous for. We nodded once, an understanding seemingly being made.
"If it will shut you the fuck up yes" They laughed and I shook my head smile on my face.
"Thank you John" Cody mocked, still chuckling, "Now" he reached for his own shot, and we all took ours in return, "Bottoms up" I knocked the liquid back, hissing at the burn in the back of my throat, washing it down with some beer.
As soon as the burn was gone, I craved it again & I knew I was in for a long, wasted night.
Two hours later, Cody was all but alseep. Ted was singing to himself. John & I had at some point during the night ended up in seats straight facing each other.
"Shut up!" I laughed too loudly. I was drunk, "How can you even say that, your a shambles of a wrestling fan or wrestler for that matter"
"Come on!" he groaned, "H carried the orginial DX like it was - I don't even know-"
"Shawn doesn't know what being carried means" I insisted.
"H is better-"
"No he is not! Shawn is by FAR the better wrestler of the two - Of anyone infact"
"Careful, I'll tell Bob your not his favourtie anymore" I through my head back laughing, "Daddy won't be pleased"
"My dad knew he wasn't as good as Shawn Michaels, something he accpeted a long time ago! He won't be mad, that I have taste"
His face screwed up, his nose scrunching up in the cutest way, "I have taste!" he protested.
"Oh yeah, Hunter?" I raised an eyebrow.
"He's good, he taught you a LOT back in the day" I smiled foundly, thinking of my evolution days.
"I can't argue with you there" I agreed, "But you ask him tomorrow who's the better wrestler - he will say Shawn-"
"How do you know? Have you heard him say it before?"
"Yes" I stated simply. He was stumped, opening and shutting his mouth not really knowing what to say.
"Guys?" We both turned to Ted, who was pratically holding Cody up, but also somehow helping himself stay up also, "I think we are done"
"Want any help" John asked, Ted shook his head,
"I'm cool"
Cody lifted his head, and muttered, "I'm wasted" letting his head fall back down. I laughed lightly, watching them go, to make sure Ted didn't need help.
"Hunter's still the better wrestler" John sighed defeated.
"Uhuh" I lifted my beer to my mouth.
I shot a glance at him, his shirt was tight around his arms and shoulders, his hands tightly wrapped around his bottle in a way that made my groin tighten. I almost chocked on my beer as I set it down. John looked up at me smirk on his face.
"Slow down fucksake" he laughed. I pounded my chest nodding.
Our eyes locked once more, I left a heat creep around my neck & ears.
"I think I'm gonna take a leaf out of they're books. Try get some sleep" I noted, John nodded quickly. We both down the last of our drinks, standing just as quickly, I had to catch my chair to stop it from falling over. I swallowed deeply. We both made our way towards the evelator and once it opened I inwardly groaned to see it empty.
"Floor?" John asked.
"19" I sighed and he nodded pressing only one button.
"Fucksake this shouldn't be so awkward" he groaned, I nodded closing my eyes.
"I know" i agreed,
"Was it like this with Dave?" he asked, I shook my head, a small smile crept over his face.
"No, it was more of an agreement actualy, after one drunken fumble, we just agreed it would make life easier" I shrugged.
"Is it me?" he asked I chuckled lightly.
"No, I..." I cut off as I tried to answer & realized I didn't have one. "I don't want it to be this awkward" He nodded.
The door opened and we both walked out, walking to the left. Why is he sleeping so damned close to me. We both stopped, one door apart. Our eyes met once more & once again I could feel the heat radiating off him.
"So your the mistery man behind the door" he smirked lightly, full implication behind it. I gulped, the idea of John being able to get into my room whenever he wished seeming far to much for me. I gripped the door handle tighter.
"Apperntly so" I added back cooly, my spirk plastered to my face.
"Well Randal" My jaw clicked, the way he knew it would, the way he wanted it too, "You know what the say about awkwardness" he opened his own door, half stepping in, "only way to get rid of it, is to confront it's source" I raised an eyebrow, "Open the door to it" his smile widened, "So to speak" he closed his door behind him.
A rush fled through me, drunken haze making everything more hightend than usual. The bright lights of the hallway, the awkwardly positioned key card slots, the growing errection in my trousers. I flung the door open with so much force, The only light a small bedside table. I closed the door, only to hear one at the side of me open.
I pulled my top off, throughing it towards my bed, licking my lips. I opened the door fully stepping in. No lights where on in John's room, I squinted my eyes trying to find him, when I felt the door handle being pushed away from my finger tips and his hard mass behind me. The door clicked, and I turned pushing John against the door. He groaned, instantly and I attacked his neck, licking that vein that had been mocking me all day, reaching just under his ear, biting it.
He pulled my hips further against him & I smiled grinding against him, giving him the ovbious friction that he wanted. I unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall from his shoulders. I ran my hands over the perfect body that had been haunting me all week. I pulled one nipple, probabaly too hardly, but John arched into it.
"Naked" I demanded and he done so willingly. I let my trousers fall also, reminding myself why goign comando was always a good idea, "Bed" I barked, again he followed,
"Lets play a game" I smirked, his breath hitched and I brushed my dick over his, I raised his hands above his head, "Keep them there, for as long as you can" He gulpe, but nodded non the less. I slithered down ever so slightly, leaving harsh bitemarks that he enjoyed far to much. I licked the pannles of his body and he groaned, thrusting up. I pinned him back to the best easily. Further still, I licked along his boxer line, nibbling certain sensitive parts, rubbing small circles in his hips. I could feel his dick bobbing again my chin begging to be given attention.
I spread his legs, finding the line from his hip, dragging my tongue all the way down it to the inside of his groin. "Fucking hell" he muttered. I glanced up noticing how he had a hold of the pillow, gripping it for dead life. I bit the inside of his leg, sucking hard enough to know I would mark him for days to come. I let go of his skin, and moved further down again, letting his legs hook over my shoulders, I licked his entrance and he froze, unsure what to make of this. I placed my hands back on his hips, pulling his ass back towards my face. I licked around his hole, knowing how it would send his crazy. Before long he was grinding against my mouth looking for that something more.
I bit his cole ever so lightly before letting my tongue give him what he wanted. He groaned out, the faster I flicked my tongue over him the more I heard from him, his angelic voice, moaning my name for everyone to hear. I pushed in past his entracen, settling my face around him.
His hands grabbed the back of my head, grinding against my face for a moment. I stopped and he whimpered.
"I know I wasn't supposed to, but fuck please don't stop" he sounded undone, like he'd never felt anything like it. I wiggled my tongue lightly inside him, realizing that he probabaly never had felt anything like it, "Urgh, thank you" his fingers clawed at my scalp. I added a finger in with my tongue, and he started shaking. I removed everything, spitting lightly on his hole, working in inside him. pushing two fingers in this time, I licked the skin inbetween his balls and his dick.
"More" he cried out, I took his balls in my mouth and added another finger.
John may think I'm in control, when when he demanded things like that, I had to do whatever he asked, no matter what it may be.
He was withering under me, his entire body completely shaken to his core, because of me. I groaned. Pulling out of him, sitting up.
"Mouth. Open" He knew what to do this time, getting as much saliva on my dick as possible. I pushed him back, "Turn over" again he done so, lifting his ass slsightly into the air. I hooked one arm under him, positioning him perfectly. I slapped his ass once hard, recieving the most sinful moan, as I lined up with him. He tensed, it was ovbious.
"It wont hunt so much this time" I promised him, "Just relax as much as possible" I lay on hand onto his neck, rubbing small cirlces over his nape trying to relax him. I pushed past his ring and moaned outright. Everything about this moment in time was exilirating. The way he pushed back on me, the way he fucking felt, the way every nerve on my body felt fantastic.
I felt more alive right now, than I had in a long time, & I knew that was down to John. I sighed snapping my hips forward, "again" he asked almost sounding shy. I set a steady pace, snapping forward everytime my name fell from his lips.
"Louder John" I begged. The needed to finsh was taking over me, and I reached around grabbing his leaking dick. His whole body began to twitch again and I groaned in appreation.
"Randy, fuck Rand!" his moans where becoming closer together & a lot louder.
"Talk to me" I begged, I had to know what he needed to finish.
"Harder" He begged, and I drove into his sweet spot, letting my balls slap off his ass in the prosess, "yeah! Fuck! God! Randy, Please" I lost any control I had. He owned me in this moment in time and as I tossed him off, him ass clamped down on me and I shot into his as hard as I could. I felt his relase fall through my fingers onto the sheets and I milked him for everything he was worth. Some how he managed to hold himself up with shaking arms, better than I did. I had colapsed onto him, twitching as thread after tread of come shot into his ass.
After a few sobering moments, I pulled out of him and onto the side of the bed.
"Randy we need to stop this" he concluded.
"I know" I agreed fully. I lifted my hand to my mouth cleaning that, the taste of him sobering me even more as I realized we had once again just fucked.
"Stop it" he slapped my hand away.
"Why?" I demanded, and he huffed, "It just goes to waste otherwise"
"We just had gay sex" he demanded, "It goes to waste anyway"
"Well if you would rather get someone preg-"
"Fucking shut up, how can you be so calm about this?" he demanded.
"Because I'm drunk?" I yawned, I stood swaying. I grabbed my clothes, opening the door that joined our rooms, the light falling in over his naked body. I smiled lightly seeing the bite marks, "Goodnight Cena"
"Yeah" he chuckled bitterly, "fucking Fantastic" I closed the door, a stupid smile on my face.
"That it was Cena, that it was" I dropped my belongings on the floor, crawling into bed. The first time in a week knowing I would get a decent sleep.