AN: Wow. Not much feedback on this story at all! Thanks to those that have followed and Favorited so far, but damn!
Starting to feel like I am writing in a vacuum.
Or writing to fill a vacuum. Hmm.
Enjoy!
Orton clutched at the champion as if she were his lifeline. Cena and Punk had fallen into a deep sleep, and as Orton fell asleep, the champion began to nod off.
The diva's champion awoke first, a few minutes later, and put her shades back on, because they had slipped off in her sleep. Orton was still curled around her, and as he awoke slowly, he loosened his hold. Punk and Cena began to stir a bit, and since Cena was lying directly on top of punk, he was sandwitched between the matress and Cena's wide frame.
"Mmmmmm-mmm-mmmm-mmm-mm?"
"MMMMM!"
After a few moments of squirming, he managed to wake Cena, who moved immediately, sitting between Punk and Orton. Punk huffed in frustration, pulling himself from the depression his body had formed in the mattress.
"Ugh. You weigh like a fuckton, Cena."
"Sorry." Both looked towards the champion, who was by then entwined in Orton's arms again, as a light smirk appeared on his face.
"Ahem!" punk said loudly. Orton broke away, and the champion turned to Cena. "I suppose you two are hungry." She said, looking at Punk and Cena.
"Of course we are." Punk chirped. Cena gave him a look. "You know, we can order in if you don't feel like cooking."
Orton lay there looking between the two, observing silently, and not making any motions except the slow rise and fall of his ribs as he breathed, fearing that if he moved, a fight might break out.
"You should probably order in, because we will need time to shower and dress."
Cena scrambled from the bed to get the menus, while punk arose to head to the showers. Punk finished showering as cena finished ordering, and Orton and the diva's champion lay in the bed, as Orton had wrapped himself around her again.
Punk walked over to the closet to dress slowly, and as he pulled his shirt over his head, he turned to the bed and saw orton still in the bed. "Okay, orton, time to move your thin ass." Cena said jokingly as he left the shower.
Orton quickly slid from the bed, and the champion got to work changing the sheets. When she finished, orton was dressed, and then she showered. This took a lot less time then they had figured. The food was still not there, so they all moved to the couch to talk. Before anyone could start the conversation, Orton walked over to Cena and kissed him deeply, before moving over to Punk and doing the same. He then moved back to his seat in the small recliner. The champion stood in the middle of the room.
"So, I guess to begin this discussion, are we all agreed that we can make this work?"
Cena was the first to speak up. "I am willing to try this, because I love my wife, and you are really hot. But I must warn you, if you try breaking us apart, I will rip you to pieces." Cena said, looking at orton.
"I don't like the way you came into this family, but I must admit you do belong quite well. I haven't felt like I was where I belonged singe my last night with the shield, but like john-john said, if you try to break us apart, after he breaks you into pieces, I am going to toss some salt and a little pepper on those pieces and toss you to the wolves, in the ring or out. I will have your head."
The champion said nothing, but instead walked over to Orton, Kissing him as she cradled his head gently. He moaned softly and pulled her into his lap and as Cena stepped closer to wrap his arms around his wife, punk headed over to the door, where the food had arrived. Cena reached down, rubbing Orton's crotch slowly as he held the small of his wife's back lightly with the other hand. Punk had set the food out and hopped on the other side of the recliner turning the kiss into a triple kiss, eventually stealing Orton's mouth for a second as Cena rubbed Orton faster through his jeans. The champion moved to straddle her husband and Punk took her place. When he was satisfied that the moment had become heated enough, Punk broke away, telling the three that the food was here. Orton huffed in frustration and Cena sighed in resignation, knowing that they had to eat before leaving. He headed over to the table still carrying his wife as Orton followed Punk into the kitchen.
The champion leaped down from Cena's arms and led him to the couch. She walked to the kitchen area and sat orton down in a chair. "You knew the food came earlier, yet you still joined in. Don't be a tease." She pulled Punk in front of orton, then headed back to the couch to take care of her husband, unzipping his pants and gulping his erection down slowly.
Punk kneeled before orton, mimicking the motions of the champion only much faster as he bobbed his head quickly on orton's erection. In a matter of seconds Orton let out a growl and climaxed, punk swallowed rapidly, licking him clean before slipping orton back into his pants. He jogged to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth out quickly before heading back to watch Cena and his wife.
She swallowed him slowly, wrapping her tongue around his erection as she pulled back, roaming her hands over his wide frame. Cena tossed his head back panting and moaning as he climaxed down her throat. she kept her face pushed close against his crotch, continuing to suck as she eased him from her throat. She licked him clean and readjusted his clothes as Cena closed his eyes and sighed. She went to the bathroom to wash out her mouth before heading over to the table to get Cena's plate. She came back to the couch where Cena sat with his eyes still closed, straddling his lap and holding the plate as she alternated feeding them both, giving small kisses in between.