Chapter 6-phone number- John Cena

"I don't understand?" The leader of the shield glared annoyed at the man in front of him.

"Sorry I'll explain it again from the beginning, okay so Randy and I have been-"

"No not that! I just don't understand why your here talking to me about your love life when I honestly don't give two shits about it." Dean yelled, cradling his head into his hands trying to figure out on why the hell he was still even listening to the man moan about his love life.

Cena chuckles and rubs Dean Shoulders. "I'm sorry do you want to talk about your love life instead?" He smirks down at the younger man.

Wait what?!

"What do you mean MY LOVE LIFE?" Dean takes a hold of Cena's shirt. "I don't have a love life."

"Are you sure? I thought you and your pals were like funny."Cena questions Dean and gently removes his hands from his now wrinkle shirt.

"Funny? Whoa you mean...Funny as in a joke or do you mean like as in...Fooling around with each other?" Dean scratching at his head confused was that what everyone really thought the shield did after they got back from the ring or before they headed to the ring.

"About you guys fooling around with each other." Cena didn't even hesitated, He didn't seem to care at the thought of all three men of the shield actually fucking each other, hell it did sound pretty sexy to him, and the sight of the shield in control during sex was something Cena thought of daily.

It was on his mind twenty-four seven.

Cena could already picture it how Dean would just start ordering his men to strip Cena out of his clothing leaving him nude in front of the trio. Have Roman fuck him deep and rough and Seth using his amazing hot tongue to dance across cena harden cock suck it hard and swallowing his cum like a good boy would do. And then Dean the leader will then start forcing Cena to get on his knees and suck him off while doing that Roman will grip his hair harshly pushing him back and forth making him deep throat Dean's cock.

Cena licked at his lips, he had forgotten Dean was there until he felt someone smack him upside the head. "Hey Golden boy did you hear me?" Dean barked angrily.

"No sorry what were you saying again?" Cean asked innocently.

Dean smacked himself in the forehead and sighed deeply annoyed with the man once again. "I said even if we were 'funny' I wouldn't think that's any of your business."

"Well why? We are friends aren't we?" He guided his arm across Dean's shoulders bringing him closer then before.

Dean glared at Cena, he wasn't amused and deeply wanted to hurt the man, he didn't need to this shit from him or anyone in that matter.

And he definitely didn't like the near distance between them.

"No we are not friends. "Dean pointed out.

"Best friends?"Cean winked.

"Not best friends either...I don't like you...Cena, i don't..."Dean answers rudely but honestly.

"That's too bad...because I sure as hell like you." Cena leaned in sliding his finger down Dean's cheek under his chin.

"What the fuck?" Dean mumbled before slapping Cena hand away. "Don't touch me." He hissed.

Cena laughed at the way Dean was acting. "Why don't you ever wonder what's it's like to sleep with a champ?" He winked.

Dean Eyes widen he quickly got out from under Cean arms and stays as far away from him."Wh-what?" Dean stutters.

"Aw you scared Dean." Cena teases him.

"No! It's not that it's just I thought...Ran-"

"I lied,"Cena admits. "I lied to you because i wanted to talk to you more, and heck I'm shocked myself you actually had time for me after all these time."Cean smiles at Dean.

"Oh fuck you! Fuck you. I wasn't even making time for you! You're the one who wouldn't let me leave! You're the one-"

"And you still stayed." Cean added. "You stayed Dean."

Dean pulls at his own hair "Shut up.", He needed to punch something and now, or cut someone...a.k.a John Cena. That bitch was actually begging for it he knew and hell Dean knew he was asking for it.

"God, shut up." Dean groaned getting ready to leave.

Cena follows behind him. "Well hey, if you want to sleep with the champ here." He slides down a piece of paper into Dean Vest pocket and leaves.

Dean takes out the piece of paper he reads it carefully. "Son of a bitch gave me his phone number." Dean crumbles the paper and throws it over his shoulder.

He sure as hell will not give him a call any time soon.