Undiscoverd (Part three)
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Title: Undiscovered.
Rating: R
Pairing: Cena/Orton
Mentions Of: HHH and HBK.
Summary: John still struggles with coming to terms with his bisexuality.
Warnings: Tons of language again. Yelling/Fighting. A lot of smut. John has an emo moment. And of course, slash moments as well.
Note/Spoiler: No sex this round. Next chapter there will be though. PROMISE. I kinda wanted to take it slow with the boys at first. And you guys will learn exactly why I titled this series Undiscovered.
Enjoy! (:
Some guys took their job a little too seriously when it came to fighting in that squared circle. They put a little too much enthusiasm in it. A little too much power. This was one of those nights for Randy Orton. The original plan was after their match, Orton was to deliver a RKO to Cena. But John turned those tables on him, pushing him out of the way just as he was about to lay the RKO on him. Picking Randy up and slamming him down onto the canvas with a hard thunk, his body slightly limping. He took it just a little too far on that slam, but after what had happened just a few hours ago in the shower. Randy Orton had that coming for him.
John still couldn't get over the fact that Randy was playing with him. It's just the way things seemed. So, if they seemed that way, they must have been that way. Right? The whole coming out and being openly bisexual was so hard for Cena. There was so many questions and thoughts still lingering in his mind while he walked down the halls backstage towards the locker room. Did he really want this lifestyle? Did he want to be in a relationship with a guy? How could he tell when a guy really liked him? What were the signs guys gave off when it came to flirting? How do you know which guys were bisexual and which ones were just flat out straight? Was there some kind of sign? And what about sex, how did that exactly work? He knew how it worked, but did one person just dominate or did you switch it up every now and then? This all was just a little too overwhelming. Maybe he just stick with what he's always known, girls. Or just make best friends with his hand while he gawks at those nearly naked pictures of Orton. One thing was for sure though, John Cena wanted the hell out of that arena, and fast. He just wanted to go back to the hotel, drink himself drunk and then just pass out. It seemed like the perfect plan.
Meanwhile Randy was now just pulling himself out of the ring. Grabbing his left shoulder and wincing in pain. Fuck, Cena took it harder on him then he thought. And leave it to John to hurt something like his shoulders. He knew Orton had hypermobility in his shoulders. It didn't take much to get those things aching. Especially after getting slammed like someone was going to kill you right then and there. Right now he had enough of John's shit. He thought Randy was just messing with his mind, when he really wasn't. In Cena's eyes, he was just Randy's new little play thing. Well, if John wanted to play. They could play. He couldn't wait to get back into that locker room. He was going to tear Cena apart. Then he'll show him just who was playing games.
Cena was just pulling up his pants whenever a raged Randy walked in, slamming the locker room door wide open. Making it pretty aware of his presence. John had jumped a bit, turning around to see that evil look on Randy's face. He knew that look. That was a bad look. Orton was fucking pissed. "You know, I can understand you being a little mad, a little bitter over everything that happened. But pulling a stunt like that! You know it doesn't take much to make my shoulders fucking hurt. But you go right ahead and just do whatever the fuck you want cause everyone just loves you. Slam me down on that god damn ring like you wanted to kill me or some shit. You knew the storyline. I was suppose to RKO you. I've gotten FU after FU after fucking FU every single week no matter what. Do you honestly know who you're messing with John?"
Orton was in the locker room now. Both hands at his side as he walked over to his own locker. His eyes never leaving John for a moment as he just stared him down. Cena had just chuckled a bit to himself. ;Yeah Randy, now you know how it feels; He just shook his head, pulling his shirt over his head while gathering up the rest of his things. "I know exactly who I'm messing with Orton. You think you can come in here and act all tough. Think you're gonna scare me and have me run off like some little girl like I did earlier. Take a look around champ." Cena threw his arms up, spreading them to present the entire locker room to Randy. His voice getting louder by the second. "Ain't no one around. You think for one second I won't come over there and bash your fucking head into those lockers, you're in denial Randy. So what if a majority of the people love me and wanna see me beat the shit out of you on tv. Sounds to me like I'm not the only bitter one here. Maybe you need a little reality check Randy. Since I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do, I'll get away with changing up the storyline tonight. That FU, you fucking deserved that after pulling that shit in the shower. You fucking set me up and now look where it's got me. People running around backstage saying shit about me wanting to get it on with you. Yeah, excuse me for being just a little mad."
While John was having his little bitch fest of his own, Randy just shook his head. His anger building up even more now as he slipped on his pants. How the fuck could he say all this shit? Why did he even think it was that way? If he hadn't ran out of the shower like a little bitch, they wouldn't be in this situation right now. But leave it up to dumbass Cena to make things this hard. In reality, John was three years older than Randy. But times like theses, he acted like such a child. "The shit I pulled in the shower!?" Orton shouted out. "I didn't pull anything. If you hadn't ran out of that damn shower and went in some closet and cried like a little girl, you would've known that I wasn't just messing with you. But no. We gotta run. We can't let people think something bad about us. Cause being with another guy is such a bad thing in this time period. Get over it John. This isn't the eighties whenever we were little kids. It's two thousand and fucking eight for Christ sake. You know I.." His words were cut short as Cena interrupted him. "Oh spare me the bullshit Randy. Okay, so maybe you were being serious in the shower. Maybe you were just going to kiss me, but what about afterwards huh? I'm sure I'd only be another little whore on your list of amazing fucks. Sorry, but I ain't anybodys whore. I'm not getting down like that. So, you can find some other little skank around here. I'm sure you have more than willing participants I assume. I don't want or need any part of you."
Randy just rolled his eyes after pulling his wife beater down over his still sweaty body. He wouldn't have time to get a shower at the rate these two were arguing now. Jumping over the bench in front of him, he ran right over to Cena. His hand coming to practically choke the shit out of him while throwing hiss body up against the lockers. Rage just seeping through Orton. If he ever wanted to kill John Cena, now would be one of those times. He had everything fucking wrong and now he was saying he didn't want Randy anymore? Oh no, Cena was his and Orton was going to make him his. "None of these words I'm saying are bullshit John. You wanna know something? I fucking love you. Call me crazy, but I do. I've known you for what going on almost eight years now? You can't tell me there is nothing between us or there never will be. After all the things we been through. All the long talks about being bi. And now all of a sudden you just don't care. You can walk out that door right now and not say a word. Pretend that you don't feel the same way, when you know you really do. Admit it John. Just say it already. Say you love me." Hand still around John's neck, he loosened his grip, but not loose enough to let Cena get away from him. Oh no, there was no running away from this situation. Eyes locked on each others. One man's eyes, evil. The other's, scared.
Hearing a small snicker, the two both got puzzled looks on their faces. Looking over to the side, Randy took in the forms of Triple H and Shawn Micheals once again. Didn't these guys ever go away? John tilted his head up, staring at the ceiling of the locker room while Shawn's words trailed in his ears. "I think we better go." Cena moved his head down. Expression going from scared to pissed in a matter of seconds. He pulled away Randy's hand. Mostly cause Randy just let him. Orton was in his own state of shock. Not fucking again? Why did this always have to happen? Next time they had a talk, it would be in private. Well, if they had another talk that is. John snatched up his bag. Slinging the strap on one shoulder as walked out the door of the locker room. He had enough of this shit really. He was done with Randy Orton. He wasn't a guy he had fantasies about anymore. He wasn't someone he lusted for. Hell, he wasn't even his best friend anymore. Orton just stared at the ground, pouting somewhat. He got away again.
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Maybe going to John's room was a bad idea. No scratch that, it was a horrible idea. No wait, it was a mistake. Randy had been standing out in the hallway, pacing in front of John's door as he tried to get up the nerve to knock on the door. But god he knew it would just lead to them fighting again. This time would be so much more physical though. He knew that. At the same time, he couldn't leave. If this was the end, they needed closure. Everything that needed to be said, needed to get out of both of them. There were still things hiding, especially on John's part. Let's face it though. Randy had no intentions of having things end between the two. He wanted to make them right. He was calm now after the drive from the arena to the hotel. It gave him time to think and to get a plan of exactly what he wanted to say to John. All he had to do was knock on that door. Not now, a few more minutes. Fuck, why was he so hung up on John? He was tired of just random flings. He wanted someone to himself. He didn't want a girl. Randy would probably go insane if he got into another relationship with a woman. Guys were so much different, especially John. They always had so much fun together. They could joke around and just do stupid things for hours. In Randy's eyes, John was the perfect man for him. He had to do this. Right now. Not later. A reasonable talk. No shouting. No screaming. No blaming things on each other. Just a talk.
Finally knocking on the door, Randy stepped back. Biting down on the inner side of his mouth while he awaited John to answer the door. Cena was still a bit annoyed, but he kept telling himself to just let it go. Maybe Randy wasn't the one for him. Maybe he was suppose to be with someone else. But god he wanted Randy. He wanted to know what it felt like to kiss those lips. To caress his skin. What it felt like being inside of him. What it felt like to have sexual favors done to him. Damn, he really couldn't shake those last thoughts. He just invisioned the both of them making hot, sweat and passionate love. Laying in each others arms afterwards and just staring into each other's eyes. Getting small gropes in. A knock at the door? Way to kill the mood. John huffed as he pulled himself out of bed. Walking over to the door and opening it, only to see Randy. "What the fuck do you want?" He shouted. "Just leave me the hell alone Orton. I don't ever wanna see your face again." Shaking his head, he started to close the door, but Randy shoved it right back open. "No!" Knocking the door with his hip, Randy stepped inside of John's room. The other man allowing him to come in but didn't look so thrilled of Orton standing in his room now. "We need to talk John. Just talk. No shouting or yelling. No blaming each other on things or threatening to kick each others asses. Just a plain, straight forward talk... Please John. I'm begging you."
That innocent look on Randy's face, he knew that just killed John everytime. "You got ten minutes and make it quick." Cena snapped right back at Orton. Flopping himself down on the bed. Not even giving the satisfaction of looking at him. He just stared up at the ceiling in an awkward silence. Just waiting for Randy to go on and say something dumb again. "I just can't have you out of my life John. You're my best friend. You're the only person I can tell every single thing to and you don't care. I don't have that with any other person I know. You're just so perfect... for me. You have everything I want and need when it comes down to a relationship. I'm so tired of just being with random guys. I want someone that's going to be around me all the time and supports me in what I do. Yet at the same time not nag me to be around them every single second of the day. You're that person John. Just give this a chance, give us a chance." He walked over to the bed, sitting down beside Cena's body. Randy's hand placed gently on the other man's chest. "I promise you won't regret it."
John just smacked away Randy's hand as he sat up. He had a look of disgust on his face. He loved the words that came from Randy's mouth, but how did he know he was telling the truth. Cena could've sworn he heard that same speech used on another guy just so Randy could get him into bed. "I don't know Randy. I don't even know if I can come to full terms with this whole bisexual thing." He sighed as he rested up against the dresser in front of the bed. Just looking at Randy for a second before his eyes darted down to the ground. "So, you really don't want me..?" Just shaking his head, Randy got up and started to walk away. The familiar hand of John stopped him though. "I do want you Randy. More than you can imagine. I just don't want to hurt you. I'm so confused. What if this whole being with another guy thing is just some like thing? What if it's nothing serious? Then what's going to happen to you? What if all this is because I just haven't had sex in months, and now I'm just to the point where I'll fuck anything that walks? I don't know who I am Randy. I don't know what I'm doing. In the end, I just don't wanna hurt you or let you down."
Amazing. A guy that always looked so sure of himself and self confident felt this way deep down? It didn't make sense. He had everything mapped out for him for the rest of his life. Randy was just stunned. "You're John Cena. You're the greatest thing in wrestling right now. Everyone.." Words cut by John again. "Yeah that's my character Randy. I don't know my real self. I don't know what I'm suppose to do and what I'm not suppose to do. I can't ruin my image that I have on screen. I have to run around and always act like a camera's right in my face. Cause if I don't, then the fans get disappointed. And being that everyone just swoons over me, I have to keep the act up. I can never stop and just be myself. Be the real John Cena. But even if I did get the time, I don't know how I would act. I don't even know my real self anymore." Cena just sighed. Hands coming up to rub his face. He felt a little better now though, he had to admit. It was kind of like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. He always found that comfort in telling Randy anything that was on his mind. And somehow, Randy always found a way to make things better.
"You're just undiscovered John." Orton stood up, pulling the hands from Cena's face. Eyes connecting immediately. "Everyone goes through this little phase. Most people when they're teenagers. But when you're like us and you start to think, 'Hey, maybe I'm gay. Maybe I like guys'. You gotta find yourself all over again. I went through it. Remember? You wouldn't come around me for weeks cause you said I was way too bitchy." He chuckled a bit, making a small smile crept across John's face. "I'll help you though. I'll help you get through this. Things may seem a little weird at first and confusing. But with time, things are just going to get so much better. I promise you that." John just stared up into Randy's eyes, knowing all that he was saying was true. It was sincere. Orton wasn't just going to play around with him then throw him away. His hands were cupping Randy's elbows. Just stroking the skin lightly. This was it, he was about to take a step into his new self discovery. Moving slightly up on his toes, John inched closer to Randy. Lips grazing each others just like they had when they were in the shower, except no one was barging in on them this time. Randy closed his eyes, knowing John wanted to kiss him. He took control, pressing his lips against John's soft and plump ones. It felt like Cena's heart shot down into his stomach once he was finally kissing Orton. It was such an amazing feeling. He didn't want it to stop by no means. His own eyes closed now as Randy deepened their kiss. Tongue sliding into John's mouth as he put up a fight in search of the other man's. Their tongues massaged furiously at one anothers. Their breathing getting more shorter, it sounded almost as if they were panting in each others mouths.
Orton's hands snaked down John's body. Pulling his shirt up to his chest, breaking their kiss for just a moment so he could rid Cena of his shirt. Hands went exploring again. Randy continued their kiss without missing a beat. His hands kept going lower and lower. Across John's chest. Now down to his stomach. Then to his hips. And finally fighting to get John's pants unbuttoned. Cena could feel them drop to the floor and a part of him sort of panicked. Maybe all this was just a little too soon. Maybe they should slow down a bit. When the hands of Randy's starting creeping up his inner thighs, John broke their kiss this time and pushed away Randy's hands. Gasping for air, he stepped back a little. "Maybe we should go a little slower." Randy just nodded his head. "Alright, I'll go first." His hands coming to pull of his wife beater that he had put on earlier. John watched, but laughed awkwardly. Eyes darting away for a second as nervousness set into him, then back at Randy. "No I meant like, maybe we should stop at just this. I don't.. really think I'm ready to.. go any.. further." Looking up at Randy, John bit on his lower lip. Hopefully, he wouldn't be mad. If Randy was serious about this whole thing with him, then he could wait. At least that's what was going through Cena's mind at the moment. "Alright. One step at a time. We'll take it slow." Randy just smiled. He would've liked to fuck John right then, but if he wasn't ready, he wasn't ready. There was no pressure. And Randy wasn't about to force John into doing something he wasn't ready for.
He grabbed his tank top that had been thrown onto the bed and pulled it over his head. Pressing a light kiss upon John's cheek, Orton smiled once again. "Have a good nights sleep gorgeous." Immediately taking hold of Randy's hand. A small smirk playing the features of Cena's face. "Oh you're not going anywhere. You're rooming with me tonight. I need someone to cuddle with me and keep me warm." Releasing Randy's hand, John stepped out of the pool of his jeans that were still on the floor before going to the bed and laying down. He patted the other side of the bed, welcoming the other man to join him. Orton just smiled and tossed his shirt off again, but left his track pants on. He climbed into bed alongside Cena, his arms taking his new love in his arms. His head nuzzling in between John's shoulder and neck as they layed on their sides. John just sighed happily, completely relieved for once. He held onto Randy's hand as he closed his eyes. Just laying there in silence as he listened to Randy's slow breathing. "Hey Randy." Cena spoke up softly. "Yeah." Orton replied sleepishly, "I just wanted to say that.. I lo.. well. Good night." Randy swallowed hard. Knowing what John was about to say, but for right now, he'd take the friendly good night. "Good night, John."
He layed there for awhile. His eyes just opened as they stared into darkness now. Minutes ago he was about to tell Randy he loved him, but it was too soon. They had to take it slow. They weren't even together. Just trying things out. But there was no doubt in his mind when it came to that other man. John Cena loved Randy Orton. He just wasn't quite ready to admit it yet.