We Walk Alone, The Unkown...
Title: We Walk Alone, The Unknown.
Author: chelseatay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blowjob + Forced Participation
Characters: John Cena x Wade Barrett, implied Centon
Summary: Last week's Raw got me the idea of writing this ficlet. Now I'm not a fan of this pairing, but the episode just called for this honestly. John Cena's career is on the line if he doesn't listen to what Nexus leader, Wade Barrett, commands him to do. So once the cameras go off, will John obey Wade's words that are a little beyond the normal PG fan rating?
Disclaimer: I own nothing nor claim anything besides my own writing + idea.
Tonight could have honestly been the worst night for him in Raw history. He had accepted the fact that he had lost at Hell in a Cell. He even accepted that maybe he had subconsiously let Wade Barrett win. He had Raw all planned out. Destroy the Nexus from within, considering that now he was offically a member of the team now. But no. Everything was turned upside down and it wasn't in his favor. And now he couldn't just walk away from possibly the most dangerous group in the WWE, no. If he walked, he walked away from the entire company.
"Well, well Cena. Considering you belong to me now, they actually gave you a bigger lockeroom than us. Imagine that, eh?"
He was learning to hate that nation. That accent was being to churn his stomach everytime he even heard it. John Cena raised his hardened blue eyes from the floor, looking up as he watched Nexus leader himself, Wade Barrett, enter his lockeroom. John sat on the thin wooden bench infront of his lockers, his body just barely fitting on it comfortably so he could sit. His feet were spread shoulder width apart as he was still dressed in his ring attire of the night. He hadn't even been in his lockeroom for more than five minutes.
He still had on his sneakers and jean shorts. Though, he couldn't have ripped off his purple armbands and the other more quickly. The black band with the yellow 'N' that marked him as part of the Nexus. Hell, he threw that in the trash immediately. John's elbows rested on his thighs as his fingers came together to interlock. His eyes narrowed silently up at the man that stood directly infront of him, who also still had only his ring trunks and boots.
"So you really thought you could outsmart the Nexus? You thought you could destroy us from inside? You were sadly mistaken, weren't you?"
John was silent. His body tensed and his fingers tightened around each other, squeezing onto one another. He bit his tongue and didn't respond. He'd humor the man infront of him until he had got bored, turned around, and escorted his ass out of this lockeroom.
"But hey, we had fun tonight didn't we? I mean, look at what happened. I'm number one contender and now it's only time before I'm WWE Champion. It's just too bad though that you couldn't win it." Wade chuckled at his last words.
John Cena slowly rose to his feet, eyes never leaving their intense stare from Wade Barrett. John stood himself only inches from Wade as he slowly shook his head.
"I did what I had too for my career. Not yours. Don't you worry just a damn bit Barrett. When it's my time, I'll have that title again. Whether I win it by beating down your ass, Orton's ass, or anyone else in this damn entire roster!" John's voice slowly increased in volume as he spoke until he was finely yelling in a fiery yell his last sentence. That same motivational tone he would if he were speaking to a crowd.
"Like bloody hell you will!" Wade barked, "while you're under the membership of the Nexus, I'll make sure you never even come close to being a champion. You have nothing but the Raw General Manager to thank for that. Because while you're a member of this team, you'll listen to every order that I give you."
And he didn't repond back. John knew it was true. This insane GM made it so he had to follow everything that Wade Barrett had told him to as a part of the Nexus. John placed his hands on his hips and sighed heavily, looking down at the ground momentarily. He nodded as he clenched his jaw, eyes casting back up to Wade.
"So what the hell," he started. "What the hell are you doing in here? The show's over, I don't have to listen to you once those cameras go off."
Wade began laughing humorlessly, John narrowed his eyes as he didn't seem to be getting this untold joke. Wade shook his head with a wide spread smirk on his face that John wanted to slap right off.
"Is that what you think, Cena? Who told you that? No matter when or where, you're still a member of the Nexus. I'm still your leader. I tell you to jump, you ask how high. Got it, mate?"
"Fuck that! What makes you think for one second that-"
"Your career."
Those were the only two words needed to shut John up. He knew it was true. His career was on the line. This wasn't some type of fan hype. They literally would fire him if he didn't play by the rules. Hell, they were already setting up Orton to take his spot in case something happened.
"Get it now? You do whatever I want, when I want." Wade smirked cockily, raising a challenging eyebrow at John Cena.
Making a small grunting noise, John turned and went over to his locker without another word. Wade Barrett just wasn't worth it for him to justify an arguement. He opened up one of the lockers and started to go through his bag for his clothes that he'd change into.
"Ya know, I have another task for you do Cena. I've been busy lately and haven't had much time for a release."
"Time for a what?" John furrowed his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. He looked over his shoulder and his eyes nearly bugged right out of his head. "Aye! Aye! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
The sight had John jumping up to his feet and nearly slamming his back into the lockers in complete shock. There stood Wade Barrett in the middle of the room, lowering the front of his trunks and beginning to run his thick fingers along a half hardened cock. Wade merely looked up at John like nothing was going on, raising an eyebrow up at him.
"What am I doing? No. It's what you'll be doing in about two seconds. Now get over here and get down on your knees." Wade commanded, using his free hand to point down at the ground in front of him.
"Are you insane?! You think I'm the guy to give you a fuckin' blow job? What's wrong with you?" John shouted out at him, nearly disgusted with what he was looking at. It was like a car wreck. You didn't want to watch, but it was just so hard to look away. "I swear to God, Barrett, you're one fucked up-"
"What makes Orton better?" Wade inquired.
John clamped his mouth shut. If it was any possible, his eyes widened even more. How did he know? No one knew. No one was supposed to! Or was he just bluffing? People always joked and implied that him and Randy had a thing going on, but none really knew the truth behind it. Yeah, he was just bluffing to get him to speak. That was it.
"W-What are you talking about?" John stammered, mentally cursing himself for not being able to hide his surprise and just play it cool.
Wade sneered as his hand was still slowly stroking himself to hardness. "You and Orton haven't been too careful lately, mate. You two were a bit too loud in the showers the other day when I walked by. I saw you with Orton's cock down your throat."
Dammit.
He did know. Was he the only one though? God, Randy was going to kill him if he found out that Wade knew. Or if anyone else found out either.
"Now you know what I want. If you get your ass over here and do a good job, I'll consider not tipping anyone off to your pathetic little secret." Wade smirked with a sadistic chuckle.
Could he bare for anyone else to know? What was worse? John was actually picking his poison. It was either refuse Wade; which led to the whole lockeroom knowing that Randy and he had a thing. Not to mention Wade could snitch to the GM and cost John his career. Or...he could listen to what Wade was telling him; he'd keep his job and if Wade kept his word, the Nexus leader would keep quiet about anything and everything he knew. It'd only be one time. Just once and no more. It wouldn't be so bad, right? He could at least close his eyes and pretend.
"If you tell anyone anything, you'll be a dead man Barrett." John growled, finding his feet actually shuffling forward cautiously. Moving closer to the man who was wanking off in the center of the room.
Wade scoffed as he watched John's hesitant movements, "Get your bloody ass over here or else I'll just have some speaking to do with the General Manager, Cena."
And that was a threat. Scowling, John Cena unhappily and reluctantly moved over towards the leader of the Nexus. And slow as could be, John got down on his knees infront of him. His head tilted so his narrowed eyes could gaze up at the man who was currently on his feet.
"Suck it."
Wade smirked, knowing he was in all control as his hand left his now fully hard cock. He pushed down his trunks a little bit more, revealing the two balls that hung just below his member. John's lip curled up in disgust, his eyes directly level with the hard head of Wade's cock. Wade had told John what to do, but John had no interest in it at all. His face held a hardened expression, staying still right where it was and making no movements.
"I. Told. You. To. Suck. It." Wade barked out demandingly, his large hands flashing out and grabbing hold of either side of John Cena's head. He pulled John's head forward as well as jerking his hips out, pressing the head of cock against John's lips which were held tightly shut. Growling in displeasure, Wade held one hand to the back of John's head and the other to pinch his nose. Sealing off his air ways while holding his head in place without moving.
Fans called him Superman, but he was still only human. Needing to breathe after his face turned a shade of red, John gasped out for air. And with that opportunity, Wade plunged himself right into John's opened mouth with a grunt.
Wade's cock hadn't even hit the back of John's throat and he was already gagging. The taste was all wrong. Not what he used to with Randy's impressive meat. Randy Orton always had that musky smell that was so intoxicating, as well with the mixture of cologne that seemed to permantely seep into his pores. But Wade Barrett? Sweaty and bitter.
Screwing his eyes shut, John felt Wade's hands resume their position on the sides of his head. Wade's hips began to thrust his cock in and out, fucking John Cena's mouth like it was nothing important. As the taste numbed away, John imagined something else. Someone else. This wasn't Wade Barrett infront of him. No, it was his best friend rather. They were just having a quickie and needed to get out of here fast. And that's what fueled John to hollow his cheeks and start sucking.
"Ugh, yeah. Naughty lil' cock sucker, aren't you?"
The English accented voice taunted at him, hips beginning to thrust faster and deeper into John's mouth. So much, in fact, that John was already feeling the head of the dick poke at his throat. He could say what he wanted to, but John knew his skills were only for one man specifically. A man who could almost be twice the man Barrett was. Literally.
Determined to get this finished fast, John began swipping his tongue along the bottom length of Wade's dick that was sawing in and out of his mouth. As well as sucking all the hard around his dick that made Barrett grunt every few seconds now. His head forcably bobbing along Wade's cock, meeting up with the English man's hard thrusts.
"Bloody hell! Orton has one hell of a bitch blowing him off. God dammit, mmmm." Wade groaned, obviously trying to insult John. But that ended with a pleasure filled noise that only grew John Cena's ego. He may have been on his knees, but his spirit would never break like Wade was attempting. John was good at what he did and he knew it. It was no surprise when he could feel Wade's hard cock begin to twitch in his mouth.
"Better be...ready to...wear my....cum, slut." Wade grunted between jaggered breaths as he pumped more and more into John's eagerly sucking mouth before he quickly pulled himself out. His cock coming out with 'pop.' He threw his head back as he run his fist over the length of his dick, aiming right for John's face.
With a cry of release, spurts of sticky cum hit John Cena right in the face. Seeming endless streams covered over him, proving Wade wasn't lying about the time of his last cum. No wonder why they were done so fast. A streak ran across his forehead, down both cheeks, and ran over the bridge of his nose. But with a softened groan, Wade's hand milked the remaining drops from his now softening cock onto John's face.
"Mhmm, don't you look delicious now? Bloke, don't think this will be our last time. And next time, I'll last longer. Welcome to the Nexus." Wade leaned down to whispered by John's head with an evil chuckle.
He pulled his trunks up, covering himself and having no evidence of what ever happened mere seconds ago. Cracking his knuckles, Wade took one look at his masterpiece with a smirk and turned. Turned to walk out the room and leave John there to wonder what the hell he just got himself into...
--Author's Note: So this was my first little ficlet, so pleaseeeeeee comment! Did you like it, should I continue, leave it where its at, any comments of how the story could have flowed along better? As my reader, I'm asking you to help me improve. Thank you!