Three up loads in one day, 4 in two? Yes. I love you guys and I most definetly sorry :)
I have 3 more exams then I should have a good few weeks to try get this story finished off :)
So bare with em people and review :)
Yep. It was most definitely gone. It. was gone. Since that night, everything had returned to normal. No more awkwardness, no more fleeting glances, no more sly comments. Nothing.
At least for John. It. Seemed to be gone.
For me? It. Was very alive and well & eating away at my friendship.
I sighed as I climbed off the plane, "You okay Randy?" I looked up at him, "You've been quiet this whole plane ride"
"Yeah" I smiled that fake ass smile that always won everyone over, but him. Yet these day either John didn't care that I was lying, or didn't know the difference, "Just tired, not been sleeping well lately"
"I'm telling you, it's those Marriot beds, I promise you change to Hilton for a few nights you'll be brand new" John smirked, since we started rooming together, John had been begging me to go to the Hilton, but I had always and would always be a Marriot guy, along with the rest of the roster. A penny dropped for me as I smiled down at him.
"You know what, I'm willing to give anything a go, so why don't you change the reservations for the next say week? I'll test it, if its good we stay if not, I punch you for being an idiot"
"You'll punch me for being an idiot about something anyway" he mumbled smiling as he got his own way.
"Stop being an idiot then?" I offered.
"You and I have very different views on an 'idiot' " he done air quotes and I laughed.
"Clearly" I rolled my eyes, "Change the hotels, and quickly. I need a nap" I groaned as John picked up the phone, using that killer sweet voice to make everything okay while I hailed a cab and put our luggage away.
A few fans cornered us and we smiled, took pictured and answered stupid ass questions. I was grateful for every fan I ever had and will have, but right now I just wanted a quiet dark room to try catch some sleep in.
We climbed in the cab and John told the driver the Hilton. I rolled my eyes and he smirked. Checking in we where warmly greeted and there was an interesting red head with a nice rack on reception.
"If you need anything, Mr. Orton, let me know straight away" I smiled my smile, I opened my mouth to reply when suddenly John's voice cut over me.
"He will" and barged past me knocking into me slightly on the way. I eyed him as did the red head.
"He gets grumpy, load plane rides you know?" she smiled, but it didn't quiet reach her eyes this time.
Cunt just cock blocked me.
"Yeah well, it can't be easy" she shrugged same smile still lingers, once again I opened my mouth to speak but John done it for me.
"ORTON! You coming?" I looked over at the elevator and seen him holding it open. I rolled my eyes slightly annoyed with him. I grabbed my case and followed him.
"Um what was that?" I asked as we entered the room.
"What was what?" He asked casually busying himself around the room as not to look at me.
"Downstairs?"
"I've always looked out for you" He shrugged.
"There is a difference between cock blocking and looking out for me" I snapped.
"I just didn't think you wanted to jump into bed with the first tart that offered herself up to you s'all" he shrugged, still not looking at me.
"Since when was it any your business who I bend over?" As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it. His back tensed visibly and he turned, hurt written all over his face, though John being John tried to hide it.
"Your right it's not, I'm sorry" He picked up his key card and walked to the door so quickly I didn't even have time to register what was going on, "You wanted a nap so, laters"
"John wai-" click. I sighed rubbing my face with my hands, "You are a jackass Randy Orton" I muttered to myself, rolling into bed still fully clothed and nodding off.
I may have felt bad for what I said that day in the hotel, but that quickly faded. After an awkward, plenty more fish in the sea conversation with John about the redhead, everything was fine.
That was until John realized there was plenty more fish in the sea, and seemed to be baiting every single one of them away from me.
I wouldn't have been angry, if i thought John was doing it out of kindness, but I knew he wasn't. This was John's way of getting back at me for hurting him. I was a man of prey and after almost a month of no sex with John & no sex with ring rats. I was considering forcefully penetrating the next orifice that passed me. I shook my head, as I walked down the hall shouldering my bag, willing to get back to the hotel before John did so I could at least have a wank if I couldn't find a ring rat with another room.
I seen John walk out from behind the curtain calling out to Cody "Good match Rhodes" as he headed off towards the single locker rooms. I froze as a penny dropped. John's post match wank. I swiftly followed him until he entered a small room marked John Cena. I pressed an ear to the door and I heard exactly want I wanted. John panting. I opened the door, and he jumped lightly, standing, his cock falling from his hand, fully erect. My eyes never left it as I dropped my bag in front of the door.
"Um?" Was all John got out before I pinned him to the wall.
"This is your own fault!" I hissed, "I was ready to go back to fucking ring rats, but no!" I yelled, "John had to step in every ten seconds!" I seen honest fear flash in Johns eyes and to be honest. I liked it. I smirked, pushing the denim of my groin against his exposed flesh. He hissed in pain, but didn't try stop me.
"Your worth more than ring rats" John pleaded.
"Like what a wife? I tried that it failed" I was pushing his buttons for a reaction now.
"No" he trailed off, knowing he was gonna say too much, but I was on the brink of insanity.
"Then what John?" I asked as I grabbed his member too roughly, "You?" His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I all but ripped it off his body.
"Not nessa-"
"Then what John, because I'm not like you I don't have a post match wank" I tugged extra hard for effect and his knee's gave way, "So please do tell me how I am supposed to get my rocks off with you blocking me at every chance?"
He was panting, and moaning lowly, I don't think he even heard me. I felt so in control again and I loved it. I loved knowing if I walked one step back, John Cena would fall to a mess in the floor, because my hand alone was to much for him to bare.
"I'm sorry" he begged.
"You fucking will be" I started tossing him off as quickly as I could until he cried out and came all over my hand, leaning on me for support. Once he was done and able to stand himself again, I stood back and licked my hand, "Funny, I always manage to get yours just fine, but god forbid I taste my own" I growled and John's eyes lowered.
"No one wants to taste their own anyways" I smirked and grabbed him back the back of the neck.
"I disagree" I ran a finger along John's lips coating them in come, "Taste yourself" I demanded and he groaned as his tongue darted out across his lips, "S'not so bad is it?" he shook his head no.
I turned to walk away, when John called out, "What about you?" I smirked turning.
"What about me?"
"Your rock hard" he looked so confused.
"Well you haven't been interested lately and you don't have a solution for me so I guess I'ma have to find a ring rat" His eyes flashed with hurt, anger, confusion. Everything I had felt for the last month, fuck for the last year!
"I thought I-" he caught himself. I stepped closer again and he caught his breath.
"You thought what Cena? You thought I'd get so desperate I'd come crawling back to you?" I chuckled lowly into his ear, "That is just plain big headed" Once again I went to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist.
"I want to" He whispered.
"Of course you do" I sat down on the bench after pulling my jeans and my boxers down. My cock slapping my stomach proudly. He kneeled in front of me, taking my cock on his mouth and I sighed happily, resting my hand on the back of his neck. John made quick work of me, knowing how desperate I was. Just before I came I pulled him head back.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't mark your face for everyone to see?" I hissed knowing there was no shower in here or sink.
"I'm sorry?" he offered.
"For?"
"For cock blocking you at every turn so you would come back to me" He sounded so defeated, I lowered his head to my cock once more, and he shamelessly finished me off & by god did it feel amazing. After weeks of not coming, to look down and see a defeated John Cena swallowing me whole and for everything I was worth, to feel those lips and that tongue. Finally got to much, I held him in place as I shoot down his throat and sighed happily.
I stood as soon as he was done and muttered, "See you in the car" he nodded still on his knees as I walked out picking my bag up on the way.
That. Will fucking teach him to use. It. against me.
SO what do we think of controling nasty Randy again :)
So much love :) xx