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Chapter 7

Johnny: We're on for tomorrow. See you then. ;)

Randy: Great! Can't wait. I'll get you from your room around 5?

Johnny: Sounds good! :)

The Next Night (Friday) 6:00 pm.

John and Randy were at dinner. Back at the sushi bar where they had their first date.

"I am still a little surprised you said yes to tonight." Randy tells John very seductively.

"And why is that?" John asks in between taking a bite of sushi.

"Because of the way you acted when Punk saw us kissing." Randy looked at John, all seriousness in his tone.

John cringed at the mention of Punk's name. He should be on a date with Punk tonight, but instead he is on a date with Randy wondering how Punk is. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about Punk. Even when he would do his best to focus on Randy only, Punk somehow always crept back into his mind.

"Look, can we please not talk about Punk. I'm here with you. End of story." John tried to smile, but he was not really in a happy, romantic kind of mood.

"Sure, of course. And I am very glad you are here with me. This is what I have wanted for a long time." Randy grabs John's hands and looks deeply into his eyes. "John Felix Cena, will you please be my boyfriend. Please put me out of this misery of waiting for you, I need you."

John couldn't help but blush. And for a split second his mind was off of Punk, that is until he remembered why he could all of a sudden say yes to Randy if he wanted to.

"Yes, Randy. I will." John was laughing at this point to how corny they both must have sounded. John then realized that they were still holding hands in a public place and quickly withdrew his hand. Randy didn't even notice because he was smiling so wide.

John Cena was now dating Randy Orton.

Does this mean all of the confusion is now over?

Can John just finally try and be happy?

Will he finally stop thinking about Punk?

Punk. Punk. Punk.

Punk!

John looked into the eyes of his new boyfriend and concentrated on focusing on Randy. Punk was still in his head, and he refused to get out of it. Typical Punk. Stubborn and persistent. Even in my head, he is set in his ways. John is trying desperately to not think about him. He reverts back to reality and smiles up at Randy.

"What?" John asks, still smiling, when he noticed that Randy is just studying him like a book.

"You just seem like you have a lot on your mind. What's going on babe?" Randy cheesed a little, finally being able to call John his 'babe'.

"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it. Just thinking about what it's going to be like to have a boyfriend." John lies, hoping that Randy falls for it.

"Are you worried that we are going to get found out? We don't have to go public for a really long time you know. And the only person who might know about us is Pu..."

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" John cut Randy off, getting way more angry than he should be. John slapped himself in the forehead, knowing how over dramatic he is being. Randy just sat there with a blank look on his face, caught off guard.

"John, what is really going on?" Randy asks, afraid of the answer.

"Nothing. Just a lot on my mind. I'm sorry I blew up just now." John stood and motioned to Randy. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Randy couldn't resist John's charm. He could tell that John was trying to change the subject and he would normally not let someone get away with that. But on the night where he finally got together with John, he could pretty much let anything slide right now.

Walking to the car, which was behind the restaurant, Randy decided to grab John's hand. John panicked at first, looking around, but when he noticed it was dark and there was no one in sight, he let it happen. He squeezed Randy's hand, trying to give him reassurance and no reason to doubt him.

Randy squeezed back and was trying to ignore the fact that John was hiding something. Something about Punk. Why is John so touchy about Punk being mentioned? He knows that John has feelings for him, and he saw Punk with flowers the other day so he assumes that John chose him willingly. Since he is here with him not Punk.

The entire car ride home was very quiet. It would have been an awkward silence if they were not holding hands and if John was not resting his head on Randy's shoulder. Normally, Randy would hate it if someone was touching him while driving, but he couldn't help but to blush when John first laid his head against his shoulder. That means he is comfortable with him and their new-found relationship.

"Your staying in my room tonight, right? We might as well start rooming together again." Randy said at a stoplight, pecking kisses on John's head.

"Yeah, of course. There's no reason not to. We can watch a movie tonight if you want."

"That sounds great, babe". Randy still couldn't get over the fact that he was able to call John babe. He just sat there in the car smiling the rest of the ride back to the hotel.

Half an Hour Later:

John and Randy were laying in Randy's bed watching a movie. John doesn't even remember what it is called. He was laying in Randy's arms, resting his head against his chest. They were both already in their pajamas: nothing but sweats and a white tank-top. The movie was still considered to be at the beginning when John started dozing off. Randy noticed and leaned to and placed his lips on John's. John opened up and they started tongue battling.

John sat up and deepened the kiss, loving the taste of Randy. Randy pulled away and grabbed John's shirt and ripped it off. Literally. He ran his lips down his body until he got to the top of the sweats. He looked up at John, who just nodded, lust clearly in his eyes. Randy grabbed the strands of the sweats and pulled them down, along with his boxers, revealing John's aching cock.

Randy didn't waste any time. He engulfed John's entire cock into his mouth, deep throating immediately. John moaned out and started thrusting his hips, pushing his cock even further down Randy's throat.

About 5 minutes later, after the most incredible blow job John has had in a long while, Randy laid John on the bed and spread his legs. He stripped bare and climbed on top of him. "What do you want, baby?" Randy whispered seductively into his ear.

"I w-want you inside...me. P-please." John was moaning from the grinding of his and Randy's bare cocks sliding up against each other.

Randy grabbed some lube and lubed up John's hole, pushing in two fingers inside. John arched his back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Painful pleasure. John quickly adjusted and was begging Randy for more. "Please, babe." John moaned.

That was the first time John called Randy 'babe' and Randy just loved it. He thrust his fingers deeper inside John, rubbing against his spot, which caused John to moan out even louder.

"Randy..." John was a mess under Randy, he needed more. And he was getting tired of asking. "Randy! Put your fucking cock inside me now!" John screamed and definitely got Randy's attention.

Randy pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up with John's entrance. A sudden thought crept into his mind before he entered John. Condom. But he decided that he didn't need one, because John is now his. His lover. His everything.

Randy thrust balls deep into John and loved the reaction that was on John's face. "Oh, fuck yeah, Ran. Fuck me hard. Don't hold back! FUCK!" John was screaming and Randy knew that the other people on their floor will definitely hear them. Randy shut him up by kissing him. He was pounding John like there was never going to be a chance to do this again. He was cherishing every moment, and wanted to give John everything he wanted.

John was getting so much pleasure. A couple of weeks ago, he would never of thought that he would like getting fucked, but here he is, loving every bit of it. Fuck! It feels so good. John had to think it instead of saying it since Randy was currently kissing him. Fuck yeah. So good, Punk. Punk? Crap! John's eyes shot open and noticed Randy was on top of him. He did not like the fact that he is thinking of Punk while Randy is fucking him. He tries to end this as fast as he can so he started stroking himself, and before he knew it he was screaming while streams of cum covered his chest.

From John's moans and his walls constricting around his cock, Randy came inside of John. He continued fucking him until every last bit of his love juice was deep inside of him. He pulled out and ran to the bathroom to get a towel. He cleaned off John's chest, and laid down next to him. He looked at John and noticed that he was in deep thought.

"Hey? Hey?" Randy had to say it twice to snap John out of it.

"What?" John asks innocently, he is trying so hard to make it like he is not going through anything. But he just cannot get Punk out of his head.

"Are you okay?" Randy placed a hand on John's face, concern written in his eyes.

"Yeah, that was just amazing. Took me a minute to come down from it." John once again lies to Randy. But what else was he supposed to do? Tell him he was thinking about Punk while they were having sex? No way.

"It was amazing. I'm glad you liked it." Randy started smiling and leaned in to kiss John on the lips.

After about ten minutes of just cuddling, both men fell asleep in each others arms. Randy fell asleep feeling so happy that he is finally with John. But John fell asleep with conflicting emotions: he know he likes Randy, but he can't help but feel like he really missed out on something special with Punk.

Monday

Randy and John spent Saturday and Sunday just hanging out in the hotel room. They ordered room service, watched movies, played board games, and talked a lot. John had the best weekend and he is hoping that this week will be the same. Randy and John requested to have the same locker room for Monday Night Raw. When they got into the locker room and settled in, John excused himself to go talk to Vince.

Entering Vince's office, he noticed that Vince was panicking.

"Hey, what's wrong?" John asks, not knowing what could possibly put the boss over the edge like this.

"I have to find a new main event superstar for the night to help carry the show, that's whats wrong." Vince's voice was as raspy as ever.

"What are you talking about?" John was so confused. There was so much talent in that building that there was no reason for Vince to be freaking out the way he was.

"I had big plans for you, Orton, and Punk tonight. But that has to change now."

John cringed at hearing Punk's name but trying to make it unnoticed. "And why does it have to change?" He was still not getting at what Vince was talking about.

"Punk called this morning and is taking a vacation. He said he is not coming in for about a month."

John's eyes went wide at that moment. He knew he was the reason Punk needed time away. But he tried to stay calm and help Vince out. "Don't worry, I am sure we will come up with something."

After about twenty minutes of mindless chit chat, John left the locker room and was going to go get ready. Vince decided that since the WWE Champion is gone, there will be a tournament to determine who will be the new champion. But all of that is not going to happen just yet.

3 Hours Later

Even without Punk, the show went off without a hitch. John, of course, thought of Punk the entire night. Is he okay? Where is he? What have I done? John felt so bad, he needed some time alone. He somehow convinced Randy to let him get his own room so that he could think. Randy was only receptive to the idea because John said he didn't want to be one of those clingy couples that didn't know how to be alone at times. And surprisingly, Randy agreed.

Sitting on his bed, John is ready to crash for the night. He is going to have to get on a flight in the morning to head to the next venue for next week's Raw.

He was trying to think about his relationship with Randy, which has been absolutely amazing so far. Randy even sent a cute little good night text before he went to bed. John didn't know what was wrong with him. Randy was perfect in so many ways: he was sweet, romantic, there was so much chemistry, and they had so much in common. But yet, somehow, Punk always comes back to his crazy thoughts.

John couldn't stop thinking about Punk and was starting to get worried about him. He pulled out his phone and pulled up Punk's number and just stared at it. He was so nervous.

After what seemed like an hour of staring at the number, John came to the conclusion that Punk probably wouldn't pick up anyways. John would just leave a voice mail to let Punk know that he is worried about him and to text him letting him know he is okay.

John hit dial and heard it ring. It rang twice before he heard a voice on the other end. "Hello?" Punk says into the phone with anger and shock clearly in his voice.

Punk doesn't even know why he answered, he is still furious with John. But he had to admit, that he was really wanting to hear his voice.

John was so caught off guard that Punk actually answered, he just sat there, listening to Punk's breathing. He didn't know what to say.

"John? Are you there? Hello?" Punk was starting to get agitated and was screaming into the phone, which he immediately regrets.

"Hey, Phil". That is all John could come up with. His heart breaks when he heard Punk sigh, obviously in frustration and because he is hurt.

"Why did you call me, John?" Punk was trying to stay calm and not freak John out, because he knows he will get nowhere if he does.

"Um, I am just worried about you. Where are you?" John asks nervously.

"You lost the right to ask me that question when you stuck your tongue down Orton's throat." There was no hiding the cockiness in Punk's voice.

John was hurt by that statement, but he knew he deserved it. "Phil, can I please explain to you what happened?" John was getting anxious, knowing that this may be the one time he could actually make things right with Punk.

"There is nothing to explain, John. I am sorry, but I shouldn't of even answered. Good bye, John."

"No, Phil please..." But Punk already hung up. John was furious and threw his phone across the room. It slammed against the wall and shattered into multiple pieces.

He just crawled under the covers, pulled them up over his head, and fell asleep with his head throbbing.

A/N: Poor John. Well I am trying my best to place the events that really happened at the time that this story is being based on. So, that's where the whole tournament thing came in, just letting you know. Lol. Well thank you for reading, and Please Review! :)

A/N 2: I also posted a one-shot called "Placing a Bet", it is a Rollins/Ambrose fic if you want to check it out and let me know how it is. :)

And I also posted a poll on my profile asking you guys what pairing you would like me to write my next multi-chapter story about. So please take the poll and let me know. Thank you again :)