A/N: Ambreigns is one of my not so guilty pleasures so I'm excited they were requested so early on. :3 Anyway, hope you enjoy.
For Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: [HHH/Shawn] leading to [John/Dean/Roman]
John got back in his car, shaking his head in disbelief. Leave it to his asshole Econ professor to decide to cancel class ten minutes before it starts. "Fucking prick, like a 5p.m. class isn't already bad enough.." He muttered, rubbing a hand over his face and thinking that now (at the very least) he'd get to spend some time with his husband. Yeah, barely a junior in college and already married but to be fair the guy was great and hey he was rich so that was always a bonus.
The entire drive back to their upscale house by the beach, John thought about how distant Hunter was being lately and how he couldn't even remember the last time they were intimate. This, for a college guy, was basically hell. If it was up to John, they'd be fucking every night sometimes more than that. He sighed, hopefully John's unexpected day off would be a nice surprise for Hunter and they could spend the rest of the day together (preferably in bed). He thought about stopping by the store for some food but decided against it since he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Hunter.
Once he parked the car in the garage, John walked around the separate building and entered the house through the back like he always did. John knew Hunter was home since he heard music upstairs, finding it odd that Hunter was listening to soft rock music right now. He climbed up the stairs, stopping when he heard whispers over the music followed by soft thuds. John's heart clenched. It all made sense.
For some godforsaken reason, John still pushed the door open. It was almost like he needed to see it just to confirm it for himself. He looked into the room, seeing his husband wrapped in another man's arms, feeling anger boil over him, John stormed inside and grabbed Hunter by his hair, pulling him off the smaller man's lips. "Wh.. Sh-shawn?" His stomach churned, shock quelling the anger that filled him before. How could Hunter be cheating on him with his football coach at university?
"John?!" Hunter had the audacity to act shocked as if it was unheard of for John to be in his bedroom. He scrambled off Shawn's body, seeing Shawn cover himself and tried to reach for John but felt a sharp slap across his face.
"You piece of shit!" John felt tears sting his eyes but he refused to let Hunter (and much less the man who pretended to be his mentor but fucked his husband behind his back) have the satisfaction of seeing him break. "How fucking long?" He saw Hunter look at Shawn and swallowed, shoving the older man repeatedly "How. Long?! Answer me!" he felt his anger getting the better of him and knew he could hurt Hunter if he didn't check himself so he reined it back down. He'd be dammed if he lost his marriage rights for this bastard.
"John.. don't."
"…" he glared at the man and stepped into Hunter's personal space "How. Fucking. Long. Hunter?"
Hunter sighed and rubbed the back of his neck "two months.."
John would've broken down crying then but instead he laughed and shook his head in disbelief, going to his bedside drawer and grabbing the keys to the Porsche "Again, I repeat: You're a piece of shit." He spat before looking at Shawn and fixing him with a glare "both of you.. and don't you ever dare try and apologize because I will out you, you fucking homewrecking piece of shit." John saw his coach's eyes gloss over before Shawn looked away and he laughed again ".. you chose a fuckin' gem to cheat on me with.. you know he's dating Professor Hart, right? Engaged by the looks of that fucking rock he wears around campus with him.." John saw the look of hurt on Hunter's face and smirked, shaking his head again "You two bastards deserve each other."
He left the room, hearing the bickering and screaming and soon someone was sniffling upstairs, the rock music long since silenced. John was livid, he knew there was no life left here for him so he grabbed his gym bag and stuffed it with some clothes as well as his keys to his gym and his wallet before leaving out the backdoor. "That fucker.." he muttered to himself as he got into the Porsche, tossing his gym bag in the backseat before sliding into the car. He peeled out of the garage as soon as the door slid out of his way, driving around the luxurious neighborhood until he found the most expensive hotel around. John figured if he was about to divorce the man, he'd squeeze every cent he could out of him just in case the settlement didn't sway in his favor.
He took his school bag and the gym bag out of the car and headed into the lush building. Once John paid for a suite –with their shared bank account– and threw his bag on the bed, he threw himself onto the bed, finding his phone and searching the web for a good divorce lawyer (one he'd pay with Hunter's money). He located the number and dialed it, connecting rather quickly and giving them their information.
"Okay, Mister.. Helmsley? I-.."
"..Mr. Cena now.. I'm done with that."
"Of course, sorry sir. We can see you for an appointment tomorrow at noon. Is that okay?"
He had a class but he wanted to do this shit before he lost his resolve, he'd been unhappy for weeks now and it'd be foolish to stay in this situation "Yes, that's perfect. Thank you.."
"Wonderful, when you get to our offices request Shane McMahon.. I'll be ready. Have a.. good rest of the night.. or try to."
John chuckled bitterly and wrote down the details given to him before saying his goodbyes and hanging up. He looked around the room, seeing it start to get dim since the sun was setting. John knew he had two options: stay here and feel sorry for himself or go out to one of Tampa's best clubs and get a piece of what he'd been craving since Hunter stopped sleeping with him. He shot out of bed, sliding his ring off his finger and setting it on the nightstand. He planned on selling that later but for now he moved to his luggage, choosing the nicest change of clothes he had right then and laying them out on the bed; John was hell-bent on getting laid tonight and would be damned if he'd return to this room without fulfilling that desire.
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Roman looked around the crowded club, sighing in slight frustration as he began nipping his lover's ear playfully "Come on, kitten.. choose someone already." He inhaled the scent of leather and cigarettes along with a smell that was so uniquely Dean's and shivered, pushing against Dean a little as he marked the man's neck.
Dean squirmed in his seat, trying to ignore his growing erection as he felt Roman growl against his neck. He knew the man would be in a hell of a mood later but right now, Dean was on a mission to find them a good looking man to join them for the night. The club was full of twinks which was expected since they were in a college town but Dean didn't want that, he wanted a man that looked as if he could break him in half if he wanted to. He wanted a man much like Roman so he could get double the pleasure today. Some would say Dean was a masochist of the worst kind and an insatiable slut.. but those people would be silenced by Roman so Dean didn't really care too much about it. He grumbled to himself as he looked around the club again, as if hoping someone would just jump out at him.
Roman lightly clawed up Dean's thigh, dragging his blunt nails over the man's tight groin area and relishing in the moan he heard leave Dean's lips "I will bend you over this damn counter if you don't choose someone.. we can always try this tomorrow." He stopped when he felt Dean's cock twitch under his hand, looking up at the man with a small grin. Roman followed the man's gaze and his eyes landed on the well-built blond with just enough hair to tug. Normally, younger wasn't his style but this man looked like he could handle plenty and honestly, Roman was more than curious now that he saw said blond staring at his kitten with interest. He lightly patted Dean's growing bulge, giving the man the okay but when he looked at Dean, the shaggy-haired blond was slurping his mixed drink through his straw. Normally it wouldn't be interpreted as sexual but the way Dean's lips hugged the thick straw and his tongue flicked out to rub against the straw unnecessarily left no question to how he meant it. Well fuck, no wonder the kid was staring at Dean.
Dean smirked when he felt both of the men's eyes on him, slurping loudly as his eyes darkened a bit and he met the stranger's eyes. He saw the young man grin softly before he gestured to the spot next to him and winked deviously. Dean smirked right back at him and slid off his seat, taking his drink with him and swaying his hips for Roman to watch as he left him before letting his eyes rake over the younger man's body once he got close enough. "Why so alone, Mr.."
John grinned, shrugging at the man, playing off the slight pang in his chest and filling the void with pure lust as he purred out "John. Just John. Who might you be, haven't seen those lips of yours around before."
"Dean.. and that's because I'm visiting, looking for a good night." He hummed, slurping his drink down again in the same teasing fashion as before. Dean swallowed "Think you can help?"
"That depends. Can that mouth take anything bigger?"
Dean was surprised by the young man's blunt attitude, especially towards an older man who was dressed in matching leather jackets with at least 8 other men in this bar but he didn't comment on it, instead he looked the man dead in the eye as he leaned over for the small shot glass he had in front of him and downed it, licking his lips slowly before answering "It can take plenty.. but just so we're clear, how big ya talking?"
John smirked at the man's question, his eyes glinting as he grabbed the man's hand and lead it down to the growing bulge in his tight jeans "More than enough." He shot back, licking his lips as he felt Dean squeeze his hard shaft through his jeans. John let out a soft moan as he grabbed Dean's hand, stilling the man's actions and dropped it back onto the counter. "You think you can hang?" he teased, seeing Dean's slightly confused face and grinning widely as he tugged Dean to the dance floor with him just as a techy song started with just enough bass to invite couples to grind against each other.
Dean smirked softly when John turned him around and pulled his ass flush against John's hard cock, loving the rough treatment and being sure then that he'd chosen wisely. Dean rested his head on John's shoulder, reaching behind him to pull John's body closer to his own as their hips moved sensually. He let out a small gasp as John leaned down and bit his neck rather roughly at the same time as the younger man's hand trailed down his torso and over his straining length. "Fuck.." he breathed out, closing his eyes in pure bliss as he pushed back against John's hardness as roughly as he could, hinting at what he wanted now more than ever. Dean felt John's grip loosen as the man turned him around yet again, shivering at being handled like that.
John felt his body heating up, loving how Dean was a responsive partner unlike the stale, vanilla shit he had at his old home. He grunted softly at every gasp and moan Dean made, forcing the man back against him once he'd turned him around and looking him with almost black eyes as he forced Dean's thighs apart so he could fit his own between the thick muscles "..that's exactly what I plan on doing to you tonight.."
Dean groaned at the words, body shivering with anticipation as he let John dry-hump him on the dance floor. He knew they were getting stares but the only set of eyes he cared about were staring back into his own eyes as Dean rutted against John and let out the sluttiest of moans "..you better fuckin' deliver.." he rasped out, lightly lifting his finger in a signal to Roman before rutting even more intensely against John. He felt the man's hardness against his thigh and shivered, starting to grind again but freezing to let out a small whine when John's large hands cupped his ass and the man practically crashed their hips together as he told him not to worry about him delivering.
Roman got to the pair just in time to hear Dean whimper in need. He almost growled but remembered that they'd agreed on this and the plan would require him making John feel as wanted as possible. Roman waited for them to roll their hips together once more before sliding behind John and wrapping his arms around the man, letting his painfully hard dick grind against John's firm ass to the beat of the music. He felt John tense a bit but after their movements continued and Roman growled into his ear "I see you like my kitten.. since he likes you I'm letting you join us tonight. Think you're up for a good night?" he felt John loosen up a little.
John felt fire coursing through him, the idea of having two men right now was making his young male hormones act up like never before. In response to Roman's question, he groaned openly and bucked back against Roman before clawing at Dean's covered ass. John cursed and let them roll together until the end of the next song, all three of them hard as a rock. He pulled himself away from the delicious sandwich he'd been in and started leading them out the front door but Roman had other things in mind and soon John felt himself getting dragged then shoved out of an emergency exit door. He stumbled a bit, looking at the older man and seeing for the first time how fucking attractive he was. "Fuck.." John lunged himself at Roman, kissing the man roughly as both of their tongues battled for dominance but after a very attractive growl and a sharp bite to John's bottom lip, Roman won and got to do with John's mouth as he pleased.
Dean watched with dark eyes as Roman devoured John's tongue, whimpering in need as he stepped over to the men and grabbed a handful of each of their asses. He heard both men let out animalistic growls and shivered. Roman looked at the smaller man and licked his lips as he broke the searing kiss, feeling John nibble and kiss his throat instead "Knees, kitten. Get us ready." He didn't expect Dean to protest but the way the man so gracefully dropped onto his knees to suck two men off in a dark alley made Roman moan quietly.
John cursed out again as the man shoved their jeans down and freed their hard dicks. The sight of Roman's impressive size made John tremble, his mouth watering as he wished he could have that in his mouth.. or in any hole really because fuck that would be amazing. Roman noticed the way John was staring at his girth and grinned, nipping the blond's lip "Don't worry.. he's getting me ready for you." Roman rumbled, feeling Dean whimper around their cocks and fisting the smaller man's hair roughly as he forced Dean to go back to work. He met John's gaze again before adding "And you get to fuck this greedy little cum slut of mine.." Roman felt John's nails dig into his arms and took that as the man's approval, going back to kissing John with open need until he felt Dean try to fit both their cocks in his mouth and sucking the tips teasingly. He growled and tugged Dean's hair sharply, feeling John buck into his lover's mouth and cause their dicks to slide together.
"Fuck me.." he heard John beg out, looking at Roman with the utmost need he'd ever seen in a man and that was saying something considering who he was dating. Roman smirked at the man and felt Dean shift under him, cursing when he saw the man rid himself of his jacket and toss it on the floor to rest his hands there after he'd pushed his tight jeans down far enough to expose his round ass for both of them. "Slut.." he spoke affectionately, slapping Dean's ass rather harshly and hearing the sound bounce off the walls. Roman looked at John and gestured for him to take his position to which the man happily obliged. He saw John's slight hesitance and spanked him as well "Fuck him. You know you want to. He's clean, we both are." Roman was rewarded with a light moan from John then a loud scream of pure pleasure as John seated himself fully in Dean's heat with just one thrust.
Roman groaned at the sight, cursing softly as he spanked John hard again "Fuck yeah, just like that! Pound into him.. he likes when it hurts!" He heard Dean's wanton moans and knew John had listened, seeing John piston in and out of Dean's tightness roughly and deeply. Roman smirked as he urged the man on with a few more spanks before spitting on his palm and stroking himself, knowing John would need the extra lube.
John was in absolute heaven, his needs finally being met after weeks of neglect, his dick pounding into a tight firm ass while his own ass was slapped like a piece of meat. God there was no better fucking feeling. Or so he thought. A scream ripped out of John's throat as Roman's large cock slid inside him, causing him to buck forward into the suffocatingly tight heat. "Oh god!.." he cried out, feeling Roman tug his hair sharply causing his back to arch perfectly "H..harder!" he pleaded, earning a sudden thrust and yank at the same time which caused him to whimper out for the first time. John felt his release creeping close but before he could even register anything, Roman switched his position behind him and slammed in again, this time hitting the bundle of nerves Hunter never could really reach. "Shit! Right there!" he screamed out, gripping Dean's hips for leverage as he started pounding into Dean at the same pace Roman was fucking him, not long after finding the man's spot and hitting it repeatedly.
"Nng.." Dean could only whimper and mewl like a cat in heat as he drew closer and closer, hearing Roman grunt in pleasure and John beg his man for more was driving him insane. Dean opened his mouth to beg Roman but before he could even utter a sound, he heard the man's strong voice ring out "Come for us, kitten. Show Daddy how much you like being used." Dean whimpered out loudly and arched up, coming without so much as being touched, his come landing on his abs and the dirt floor under his lower half. "Yours." He breathed out, clearly talking to Roman as he clenched his walls lazily around John, feeling the man throb and keep bucking into his spot since Roman hadn't eased up on the thrusts at all. Dean turned back and groaned at the sight before meeting Roman's eyes, a silent conversation passing between them.
John felt Roman slide out of him and looked up confused but the slight tug to his hair made him obediently slide out of Dean's heat, his thickness throbbing with need as he looked to Roman. "Knees." John frowned at the man before looking back to see Dean scrambling to get in his position. He shivered once he realized what was to come, looking at Roman before feeling the larger man stand next to him just as Dean opened his mouth and closed his eyes. John cursed out appreciatively, stroking himself as soon as Roman started and soon releasing over the man's face with a loud moan. He vaguely heard Roman grunt in pleasure but his ears were ringing from his own release as he looked down to see their seed coating Dean's face. John slumped forward a bit, being caught by Roman's strong arm around his shoulders. He leaned on the man slightly, letting Roman hold him up as they both watched Dean lick the come off and swallow it, the man promptly resorting to collecting it with his fingers before he managed to get himself clean.
Dean purred happily as he slid his jeans back on and sat back on his heels, eyes dazed as he watched both men pull their jeans back up "We need to come here more often.." he almost pouted, causing both men to laugh. John glanced at Roman, realizing that he'd been missing out on a real fucking all his life after being taken like that. He flushed a bit when Roman winked at him "You should. I'll be around."
John didn't know what possessed him to say that but he thought that maybe the single life wouldn't be so after the divorce; not if it included more fucks like that.
A/N: Well there it is, hope it was okay.
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