SORRY! For the wait. My net is still down I am currently uploading from college and could get into DEEP shit for it.
I felt this part was needed to understand John's Point of view.
Next chapter will be just the way you like it, but we cant have constant sex & no story now can me (yes! I know I lie)
Again a MILLION sorry's.
Once my end of term exams are over i'll have more time. but for now I am so sorry
I am still writing I promise :)
This was not happening. I know it wasn't. I looked dumb founded at Ted.
"Do you really value you're own space that much, that even for a few months you can't give up half of a hotel room?" He rolled his eyes.
We had just left a meeting, due to major cut backs, everyone was now to share a hotel room. This would have been fine, I had done it plenty of times before to help younger guys out who didn't have as much money.
But for the foreseeable future, I would be rooming with John Cena. I took a deep breath nodding my head.
"Yes, I do" I hissed,
"Me & Cody share rooms as it is anyway so" he shrugged, "Nothings actually changing for me" I growled at him, from across the hallway I seen a shine of blue, and I knew intently who's eyes they belonged too. I shook my head.
"I don't see why Vince gets to dictate who we room with" I growled.
"John's you best mate - whats the problem?" I took a deep breath in. Knowing I had to lie.
"We are fussy about how we like things, little things bug the life out of me that he does. I can't practically move in with him" I groaned.
Ted laughed obviously finding my reasoning humours, "Deal with it Randy man" he shook his head walking away, "you'll get used to it"
I grabbed a coffee once more sitting as far away from everybody as possible. Thankfully everybody seemed to be too busy talking about the new situation to bother me. Except one.
"We seriously need to talk" he hissed in my ear & I rolled my eyes.
"Will you stop being such a bitch?" I asked him and he growled. Hung-over John wasn't a great person, but hung-over Randy was worse.
"This is serious Randy, every time I'm near you, you practically rape me -"
"you invited me in last night" I defended but he ignored me,
"I can't live like that"
"Then keep it in your pants" I smirked knowing full well it was too easy.
"Fuck off! Honestly your such a dickhead sometimes!" he snapped.
"It comes with the storyline" I shrugged and he growled warningly.
"Surely we could talk to Vince?" he asked, I chuckled.
"And say what exactly?" I continued to laugh, "Hey Vince me & John can't room together cause every time we've alone for more than 5 minutes for the last week we end up fucking. Anything you can do to help us out?"
"I didn't mean tell him" He hissed and I raised an eyebrow, "We're two of the biggest superstars surely we would be able to bend his arm" the way he said it was slow & cautious. John had never asked for anything from Vince, not a bigger room, more money, extra time off. Nothing. He was far to grateful for where he was, and he never minded doing something to help the company. I knew how badly he must want his own space if he was willing to ask Vince.
I shrugged, "Vince will be looking for us to set the example, stop the mid-cards moaning about it. If we don't do it why should they?" He took a deep breath knowing I was right.
Perfect John-Could-Do-No-Wrong-Cena couldn't possibility be the one to moan about rooming with someone, his best friend at that.
"Then what do we do?" He asked.
"I see no problem with how things are going" I was joking I seen every problem with it, we were best friends, co - works and best of all supposedly straight, but he was just to easy to toy with & when its something is so easy, I can not help myself.
"Randy" he warned and I smirked, sitting back in my chair.
"What?" I shrugged, enjoying how his features twisted far to much, "It's not that hard to say no John" I pointed out once more.
His eyes popped out, he went to say something & then held back. It was strange I had never seen John hold back on anything he had to say. It irritated me, I wanted to know what he was going to say & I wanted to know badly.
"I know I just thought it would be easier for us until we sorted this" he paused looking for the right word, "thing out, for us not to have to room, but whatever" he stood. There was something off about his last sentence, something about the way he said it, about how he looked, just something wrong.
I was fully ready after my match. John was as always in his own locker-room & I was making my way down to there to ride back to the hotel. I was about to knock the door when I heard something from inside that made me freeze & press my ear against the door.
"Randy" there it was again, that moan, that sinful moan that I had heard so much in the last few weeks. He groaned darkly and I imagined how he would arch slightly off whatever chair he was on, how his eyes would snap shut and the name would roll off his tongue, sweat dripping down over every part of him. I bit my lip as not to whimper. It took everything I had not to push the door open to see the sight. I took several deep breaths listening to him intently as he gathered his things quickly, obviously knowing I would be on my way to get him soon. I counted to 20 slowly in my head before knocking.
"Come in" he took a deep breath before pushing the door open. He was dressed in dark jeans, and a tight blue t-shirt, bent over lightly zipping up his bag. I licked my lips, swallowing hard taking in the smell that only ever belonged to sex, before pushing out a low, "You nearly ready?" He stood bringing his bad over his shoulder with him. His face was still flushed from his release and I caught sight of a few napkins in the bin which he had obviously used to clean himself. Even since the day I had heard John wanked after matches I never once dreamed I would be the stimulation for those secret moments, even after the last few weeks.
"Yeah, lets go" I nodded once turning on my heel needing to be out of the small room before I lost my mind, Johns own smell seeming to cling to me.
"You okay?" he asked me and I nodded.
"Yeah" He looked doubtful and I added, "The smell of sex in there is enough to kill, I don't need those kinds of imagines in my head" I shrugged.
"Oh" John blushed as we reached the rental.
"So, what's your plans for this evening?" I tried, still not able to get the smell away from me.
"Probs the gym, you?" he asked and I shrugged.
"The same more than likely" he nodded.
It was silent for a moment and we both knew what we where thinking about, "Do you think I should" he stopped and I glanced at him he seemed embarrassed, I looked quickly back at the road, "you know get air freshener or something?" I bit my lip lightly.
"For the locker room?" he nodded.
"Maybe or just heavily spray deodorant" I shrugged, trying to keep the amusement off my face.
"I'm seriously going to take that smirk off your face one day" he tried and I chuckled along with him.
"While we're on the subject" I smirked and John groaned, "I've been wondering - hear me out this is honest friendly curiosity"
"Friendly?" I asked sarcasm evident.
"Yes friendly, I would have asked you this, say last month If i had found out then rather than now"
"Are you trying to say we're not friends anymore?" he asked, the tone he used was joking but behind it I could hear the hurt.
"No!" I scolded, the idea of not being friends with John scaring me more than I would have admitted, "I meant when we where only friends, before some line had been crossed" he nodded understanding.
"Okay, so what's your curiosity bringing you to now?" he asked slowly.
"Well you know how you have your post match wank?" he growled at me, but didn't stop me, "How does that work?" He burst out laughing,
"Excuse me?"
"Not the wanking part, I understand that" I rolled my eyes, "Is it like just a adrenaline release or do you think about the match, do you think about the people in the match, do you think of people you want to sleep with?" John stared at me in awe, not completely able to believe I had asked him such a question.
"You can't be serious" he gave a nervous chuckle but when I never replied he looked shocked, "Randy I'm not answering that"
"Why?" I demanded, his smell still lingering around me & the sound of him shooting out all over his own hand while my name slipped passed his lips driving me enough to pull over the car & take him in the back seat. I gripped the wheel a litter tighter to save myself.
"Who or what I think of when I'm getting off, is not something you need to know about" he chuckled again still in shock.
"I never said I needed to know, I said I wanted to, now spill" his eyes narrowed down on me and I bit the inside of my lip willing the smirk down.
John fell silent, playing with a thread from his shirt, "Your gonna laugh at me, I know you will" He seemed somewhat sad and I felt bad for putting him in this situation, locked in a car no where to go as I was driving and under pressure to tell me his fantasies. I would have let it drop but after hearing my name fall from his lips, I had to know.
"I'll try not to?" I offered knowing it was the best I could do.
"I um" he took a deep breath, "All of it I guess" he shrugged, "It usually starts off as a release, I try to get all of my frustrations out, anything I did wrong in the match, anything anyone else did - that's how I'm never annoyed with anyone, lately I've thought of people in the match" He eyed me waiting for my reaction. I pulled into the car park of the hotel and turned to him never taking my eyes off him, "I've thought about how the match could be - urm different - if the arena was empty and" he closed his eyes, "there was less clothes" I could hear myself practically panting, "I've always wanted to fuck someone in the ring, so its no real surprise to me to find myself thinking of it" he gulped, "Just the people have changed" be bit his lip still not looking at me but the thread on his tshirt.
"People?" I asked surprising myself with the annoyance of the plural word.
"Person" he corrected finally looking up at me, eyes shining with need, need for comfort need for talking. Need for his best friend to tell him everything was all right.
"This is really scaring you?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yeah I-" A loud bang came from the front of the car and we both snapped around to see Ted with both of his hands on the bonnet laughing probably at how much me & John jumped.
I took the keys out and slid out of the car, grabbing my stuff, "What do you want Faggot?" I asked Ted and he pushed me lightly, John coming around.
"Nothing just wondering how you ladies are after last night, Cody's dead. I don't know how he managed to get out and work tonight" We chuckled,
"I forgot how small he is sometimes and young, can't handle as much as us" John shrugged, "where is he" John asked Ted.
"Headed up to bed" He snorted, "Not even tired he says, just feeling awful" We waved him off as we checked in.
Once on our hallway, John opened our door, and I grabbed the first bed, noticing they where barely inches apart, I tried to ignore the idea of being able to get into Johns bed so easily if i pleased tonight.
"About downstairs" John started and I shrugged, sitting down.
"Its okay to be scared" I cut over him, looking up at him the look on his face still screaming for a friend. Something I have always and will always be to John "I am not going to judge you on that. I stand by what I said though accept it, everything becomes easier"
"Accept what though?" He demanded, he looked tortured almost, "Am I you know?"
"Gay?" I asked him and he nodded.
"I don't know. Are you?" John seemed troubled, yet the question was so easy.
"I don't see any other guy like that" He admitted and I felt touched and somehow lucky that the one guy John seen like "that" was me.
Not that he would ever have to know.
"Then no, I don't think so" I shrugged. He tried to comprehend it,
"Randy what are you?" he asked and I shrugged.
"I've never known" and John looked baffled, "I've slept with both. Only ever fell in love once, with Sam, but ever since Dave I've never doubted I could fall for a guy" I shrugged, "I accept that I enjoy both & if I fall in love with either I would be happy"
"So your Bi?" he asked and I shrugged.
"I guess, I don't look at men and feel attracted though, well" I shrugged, "When I used to see Dave, I used to see him under me and that was attractive" I smirked at the look on John's face.
"Dave never bottomed to you" He laughed but when I didn't he looked up, "There is no way, how did you pull that one off?"
"Dave is an odd one, sometimes he'd want top most times he'd want bottom. I think over the few months we done what he did, I only bottomed twice" I recalled,
"But he's so big and dominate with everyone else" he noted.
"So are you" I smirked, he stopped for a moment and lost whatever battle he was having, He sat down side me.
"You never felt anything for Dave?" I shook my head no, "But you still think you could love a guy" I nodded, "I don't understand that, if you've never felt for a guy how do you know you could"
"How do you know you couldn't" I challenged back, "After going through what I've went through with Dave, and now you. To say I couldn't love someone just because they have the same shit downstairs as me, but I would fuck the shit out of them is insane" I laughed at the idea, for me it was so obvious - so very straight forward "I've accepted it, I'll love who ever God wants me to love, male or female" I nodded and smiled at him.
"Is it really that easy though?" He asked and I nodded.
"Yes" It really was. I was never scared like he was, confused at first but I just let the lust and need take over, something John was obviously finding hard, "Put it this way, if you started having feelings for say" I thought of anyone else but me to not make it awkward, "Ted" I shrugged it seemed harmless enough, "You really fell for him, and he did for you. Would you not, just because he's a guy?" He nodded, "I never really took you as the homophonic type" I joked.
"You can't even joke about that anymore" he growled, "I do see where your coming from though, but I still just don't understand" he nodded towards us, "This, jeez how long have we known each other, why do we want to jump each other now? I thought that stuff happened when you first met people?" I shrugged.
"Maybe because I'm less of an asshole?" He scoffed.
"You are not less of an asshole" I shoved him playfully, and we shared a small smile, "It doesn't need to be awkward does it?" I shook my head no.
"No. You just need to accept it" I smirked, "It being me fucking your brains out" he put his head in his hands.
"Out of everyone - everyone! It had to be the most egotistical man on the fucking planet"
"You missed out sexiest" he groaned pushing me over and I laughed harder, our laughter died down, "Look I don't know what this is, but we both know if we drag it out denying it and shit, it'll just end up worse - how about we just let it play out and promise to still be friends at the end of it regardless?" John took a deep breath and nodded.
"Alright" He leaned over and hugged me, then stood, "I'm sexier than you though" he joked and I scoffed, "Its why the made me baby face" I shook my head at him. Enjoying feeling normal if only for now, because I knew before long. I was going to want him under me screaming again, and I knew John would too.
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