Cena was buried in the champion to the hilt, panting softly. She looked up at him with mischief shining in her still-hidden eyes. "I have a gift for you. Do you want it?" she breathed, moaning in between words. Cena nodded, unable to speak. The champion pulled out a box she had hidden under the couch.
AN: actual contents of the box: OptiSex Samurai Sword G Spot Glass Dildo with Storage Pouch, 10 Inch and Black Waterproof 8 inch Multi-speed Prostate Massager for Men LifeStyles Lube Edition. I own neither the products used nor the companies that make them.
In the box there were two vibrating dildos she bought for Cena the week before. One was a prostate massager and the other was a glass dildo. She touched softly at the back of Cena's thighs, and he opened them instinctively, sighing as she clenched around him. She placed the toy at his entrance lightly. "Surprise" she moaned.
Cena had played with dildos in the past, but never a vibrator. He always worried that he would be too loud with one. Cena had already prepped himself earlier in the day, because sometimes during their play sessions, the champion or Punk would position themselves behind him, hitting that one spot that drove him wild. She was able to slip the toy in easily, reveling in the groans that came from Cena as she tapped it against his prostate lightly.
"Oh, fuck More!" he moaned, and the champion kissed him on the pec softly. "As you wish." She turned the massager to its lowest setting, touching the massager into his prostate in the process. Cena let out a high squealing sound, trembling.
Punk sat up in the bed with a smirk. What could they be doing in there? Punk wondered to himself. He decided to join them.
Punk walked up soundlessly, locking eyes with the champion. Punk asked wordlessly if he could use the glass dildo, seeing that Cena had relaxed enough to fit in both. She nodded, and Punk slipped behind him.
Punk turned up the vibration a bit, to let Cena know he was back there. He slid the glass in slowly, making Cena groan shakily at the cold feeling slipping into his loosened ass. Punk waited until he seated the glass fully before he let the glass touch the massager, sending the vibrations through the glass and through Cena's clenching walls. Cena groaned loudly, and climaxed within the champion, who groaned and climaxed with him.
Cena's wide frame collapsed on top of her, and while Punk struggled to lift Cena's dead weight, the champion basked in the smothering feeling his large frame provided, eventually sliding from beneath Cena to the floor, Cena lay there, breathing slowly as he fell into a deep sleep. As the champion fell into bed with Punk, it seemed all was finally right with her world.
But after a few months, Punk became a bit concerned. Cena and his new bride were closer than ever, while Punk had never progressed past the casual friend with benefits. He worried that they would replace him with someone else. It was only a matter of time until Punk won the wwe title, and only a matter of time before this caused a riff. Punk sat on the bed in worry.
Just as he had been warned, punk began his feud with the bisexual wwe champion Randy Orton. It was a little known fact that Randy was an ex-boyfriend of both Cena and Punk. He had his eyes on the trio for some time, and was determined to break up their little happy union, by any means necessary. During his time in evolution, he had been on the willful receiving end of Hunter's bondage kinks, but in the ring, seemed as if he should be into giving. When he saw Cena kneeling before the Champion, he knew he had found his perfect fit in the Diva's champion. Neither Punk nor Cena were able to handle Orton's bottom tendencies in the past. Cena had hesitantly complied, but punk just lay there in panic. It was the reason for the breakup. Orton knew in some questionable part of his mind that he was the one Cena and his bride craved, and he set out to prove just that.
While Orton feuded with Punk for the title, he set up his plan to tear punk out of their little circle. It had even a known fact that Cena hated it when his partners were the wwe champion when he wasn't, and Orton knew just how to push his buttons. He willingly dropped the title to Punk, knowing this would mean the transference of the required interviews and appearances, leaving the two to fend for themselves.
One night on raw, as punk tag teamed with Cena against Jack swagger and the world heavyweight champion Antonio Cesaro, Orton saw the diva's champion gazing avidly at the ring, no doubt cheering on her boys. Orton knew this, but with the appropriate stealth of a serpent, he sidled closer to her until he stood directly behind her. The cameras that watched backstage caught them in such close proximity as they flashed to the backstage area as they often did. This was Orton's way of asking creative to put them together. The champion never noticed, until the crew left and Orton asked. "So who you rooting for?"
The champion turned suddenly, looking back. "Cesaro, if I am being honest."
Orton stepped closer. "You always did go for the bad boys." Before she could react, Orton was nuzzling into her happily, not really doing anything, just softly hugging her. The forbidden warmth of his arms gave her a moment's hesitation, from which she was jarred as Corporate once again, sided with the good guys. Cena and Punk jogged instep together to the back, looking for Orton, who by now had left.