Dinner Woes (WWE. John Cena/Randy Orton. 1/1)
Title: Dinner Woes
Fandom: WWE
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John Cena/Randy Orton
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used
Rating: G
Word Count: 513
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Slash.
Author Notes: Written for lovewithstands's prompt of Dinner with the Parents. Though this doesn't actually include the dinner with the parents but the events leading in. DX So sorry.
All mistakes are my own as I don't have a beta.
Dinner Woes
John finds himself sighing for the umpteenth time as he stares at his reflection, tugging hopelessly at the cuffs on his suit. He was hardly one you’d consider a nervous person, but tonight he just wants to say fuck it and stay home. This evening has a lot of things riding on it. A milestone in his relationship with Randy.
“Babe,” John focused on the reflection of the taller man in the mirror, Randy’s brow raised as he steps closer, “are you still nervous?”
The stocky man huffed, “I’m not nervous.”
Randy’s brow only seemed to inch higher on his forehead and he slapped John’s hand away from the cuffs. “You’re going to pop them out if you pick playing with them like that.”
Taking a deep breath, John’s hands travelled to the collar of his suit, only to slapped away once again. He sighs, choosing to ignore the glaring blue eyes of his partner, “Do we have to do this? We can just stay home. I’ve already met them.”
“Exactly,” Randy stated, pulling the shorter man away from the mirror, “they know you already, John. Why are you so scared, huh? My parents around like you.”
The man frowns, “This time is different. This time they’re meeting me as your boyfriend. I don’t think your dad is going to be too thrilled with that.”
Randy laughs, hunching over and bracing himself on John’s shoulder. The other man not finding anything about this situation hilarious.
“Is that what this is all about?” Randy wipes at a tear that escapes his eyes, “Cena, you have nothing to worry about. My parents, they already know about us. I told them a few months ago.” Blue eyes blink and Randy can only smile in return, “It’s just another dinner with my parents. There’s nothing special about it. The only thing that’s different is we’re dating.”
“A few months ago,” John repeats, blue eyes large, “Why didn’t you tell me?” The younger man shrugs, “I haven’t even told my parents about us yet.”
It’s Randy’s turn to frown, “You might want to get on that. My parents want all of us to get together sometime soon and if you haven’t told them by then they certainly will.”
“Orton-” John starts but Randy quickly cuts him off with a kiss.
A playful smirk appears on Randy’s lips as he pulls back and glances at his watch, “I promise I’ll make it up to you but we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry.” He steals another kiss before making his way out of the room.
John sighs and gives his reflection one final look over. He smooths out the front of his suit with his palms, his nerves finally starting to calm down. Randy’s right. It’s only their status that’s changed, everything else has remained the same. This dinner will be like all the others he’s been too with the Orton’s. Just another evening of catching up with daily lives, inquiries about the future and so forth. Nothing out of the ordinary, or at least he hopes.
End.
Fandom: WWE
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John Cena/Randy Orton
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used
Rating: G
Word Count: 513
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Slash.
Author Notes: Written for lovewithstands's prompt of Dinner with the Parents. Though this doesn't actually include the dinner with the parents but the events leading in. DX So sorry.
All mistakes are my own as I don't have a beta.
Dinner Woes
John finds himself sighing for the umpteenth time as he stares at his reflection, tugging hopelessly at the cuffs on his suit. He was hardly one you’d consider a nervous person, but tonight he just wants to say fuck it and stay home. This evening has a lot of things riding on it. A milestone in his relationship with Randy.
“Babe,” John focused on the reflection of the taller man in the mirror, Randy’s brow raised as he steps closer, “are you still nervous?”
The stocky man huffed, “I’m not nervous.”
Randy’s brow only seemed to inch higher on his forehead and he slapped John’s hand away from the cuffs. “You’re going to pop them out if you pick playing with them like that.”
Taking a deep breath, John’s hands travelled to the collar of his suit, only to slapped away once again. He sighs, choosing to ignore the glaring blue eyes of his partner, “Do we have to do this? We can just stay home. I’ve already met them.”
“Exactly,” Randy stated, pulling the shorter man away from the mirror, “they know you already, John. Why are you so scared, huh? My parents around like you.”
The man frowns, “This time is different. This time they’re meeting me as your boyfriend. I don’t think your dad is going to be too thrilled with that.”
Randy laughs, hunching over and bracing himself on John’s shoulder. The other man not finding anything about this situation hilarious.
“Is that what this is all about?” Randy wipes at a tear that escapes his eyes, “Cena, you have nothing to worry about. My parents, they already know about us. I told them a few months ago.” Blue eyes blink and Randy can only smile in return, “It’s just another dinner with my parents. There’s nothing special about it. The only thing that’s different is we’re dating.”
“A few months ago,” John repeats, blue eyes large, “Why didn’t you tell me?” The younger man shrugs, “I haven’t even told my parents about us yet.”
It’s Randy’s turn to frown, “You might want to get on that. My parents want all of us to get together sometime soon and if you haven’t told them by then they certainly will.”
“Orton-” John starts but Randy quickly cuts him off with a kiss.
A playful smirk appears on Randy’s lips as he pulls back and glances at his watch, “I promise I’ll make it up to you but we’re going to be late if we don’t hurry.” He steals another kiss before making his way out of the room.
John sighs and gives his reflection one final look over. He smooths out the front of his suit with his palms, his nerves finally starting to calm down. Randy’s right. It’s only their status that’s changed, everything else has remained the same. This dinner will be like all the others he’s been too with the Orton’s. Just another evening of catching up with daily lives, inquiries about the future and so forth. Nothing out of the ordinary, or at least he hopes.
End.