Undiscoverd (Part one and two)
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't know them. Not claiming them as mine. Nor stating this is what's going on in their real lives.
Title: Undiscovered.
Rating: R-ish?
Pairing: Cena/Orton.
Mentions of: Shawn Micheals and Triple H.
Summary: True feelings start to surface between the two friends.
Warning: Lots of language. SLASH. Adult/sexual situations. A little smut and humor.
Note: It's my first story. So, it may not be the greatest. I'm still working on it though. It's a series, so expect more and more of John and Randy in the future =D It was originally going to be two part, but I kinda just turned it into one for the time being instead of posting two separate entries. Anyway, enjoy. Leave comments as to what you wanna see next or any possible ideas. (;
It was just like any other day. Another day on the road. Another day of apperences. Another night of wrestling. Sometimes he wondered why he did the things he did, why he was still here and most importantly how he got here. Hell, he was John Cena after all. For the most part, he just considered himself blessed. It wasn't really a big relief whenever Cena walked into that arena. Usually, he was happy to be here, now it was like he was dreading even showing up.
Normally, John was a humble man. He could talk your head off in ten minutes flat. That's just the type of person he was. But right now, he was just keeping to himself. Not even returning the "hey's" or "hello's" being shouted at him. He just nodded his head a continued walking down the hall.
You see, something was eating at John Cena. What you may ask? Well, it was kind of hard to say. He had these feelings. Weird feelings. Feelings he never had before. John Cena was a straight man, but as of lately. He was starting to notice guys a lot more than what he had before. Maybe it was just the lack of being around women and always being around the guys in the locker room all the time. Or maybe it was just because John Cena was in fact bisexual.
Fuck, he didn't know. All this shit was way too confusing for him. He sighed slightly as he pushed through the door of the locker room. His eyes had been fixed down on the ground, now they were looking up. Taking in the sights of his naked best friend, Randy Orton. At first he couldn't help but to just stop and stare. Eye fucking every inch of that man's body. God he was unbeliveably gorgeous. That perfectly tanned skin. Just the right amount for muscles. And those amazing tattoo's that just seemed to lay inside of Randy's skin. John couldn't get too taken back in this moment though. What if someone cought him checking out Randy? Jesus, he would've been laughed out of the company. He wasn't about to risk that. So, he did the only thing he could think of. And that was be a smartass.
"Geez Orton. Think you change in somewhere private instead of right in the middle of the locker room? Seriously dude, I don't need an eyefull of your junk." John chuckled as he walked into the locker room now. Tossing his bag down on one of the benches beside his locker. He liked giving Randy a hard time. Its just what they did. Besides Randy Orton was the only guy that flaunted around the locker room naked as the day he was born. The others were quick about changing. It was an in and out thing. But John wasn't about to lie. He liked the free show. And getting an eyefull of Randy's junk, well, he didn't mind that either.
"Oh please. Everyone knows you're jealous of me John. Its okay though. Not everyone can look as great as me. I just got blessed." Typical Randy Orton to boast about himself. John just shook his head while Randy wore that trademark smirk of his.
"Blessed with what? An asshole personality and a somewhat half way decent body.. Oh yeah, Randy. God blessed you so well." Cena tugged off his shirt while Randy stood back and watched. Orton was openly bisexual. Everyone knew it. There was no doubting it either. He sort of had a reputation when it came to being with guys. He just liked fucking them. No relationship. No nothing. It was more like, a friends with benfits type thing with some of the other guys. Or just some random fuck he found in a bar. But when Randy looked at John, he saw potental. He saw something more than just sex. They'd been friends for over seven years. He knew every single detail about that man and he just amazed Orton. But lets face it, John wasn't into guys. At least that's what Randy thought somewhat. But that wasn't going to stop him from trying.
Approaching John from behind. Randy placed his hands on top of John's shoulders, making Cena turn around to get a face full of Orton's cock. Making John make some sort of growling noise as he turned his head back to face his locker. Sometimes Randy just drove him mad. Especially when he did shit like this. "Is it just me, or is someone a little tense? You know John, being negative all the time is just gonna bring you down more." Giving John's shoulders a nice firm squeeze, Cena jumped slightly. Making Orton grin as he leaned down so his lips were right besides John's ear. "Besides, I know you love staring at my half way decent body. You think I don't see you watching Johnny but I do. I see the look on your face when you catch glimpses of me. You get all hot and bothered inside, don't you?" His deep husky voice trailed in Cena's ear as he he just got lost in the moment. Why was Orton doing this to him? And why in the locker room? No one else was really around but still. It was taking all he had inside to not turn around and knock Randy down on the floor and fuck him senseless. Those weird feelings were all starting to come clear now as Orton ran his hand down his chest, bringing it back up onto his shoulder before walking away. John needed that man, more than anything. If it was just to experiment then so be it. He needed Randy Orton and he needed him bad.
Just when he turned around to answer that last question Orton had whispered into his ear, he relized Randy was gone. Fuck how could he leave him just like that? Now he was gonna have to run around the locker room or the entire arena just to find him. Today was going to be a long day.
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"Where the fuck is Orton?"
"Woah cowboy. Calm down." Shawn Micheals appeared from out of nowhere and John just sighed. Leave it to Mr. Funny to show up at this exact moment. His eyes rolled as the smaller man slapped Cena on the shoulder. Shaking his head somewhat. "Now what's the major malfunction? I thought you and Randy were cool outside of the ring. Now you're storming around in here like some caged bull... did he steal another one of your girlfriends?"
Seriously, John could've killed Micheals right now. "No. No. No. I just. I gotta. I mean. I have to.. Tell him something." He finally managed to get get out after hesatating for a bit. Triple H walked over now, chuckling slightly. Just allowing himself to come into the conversation. "Ah, gotta give a few words to the champ from the ex champ. Now that's interesting." Hunter was such a bitter guy but whatever. John wasn't in the right state of mind to have a bitch fest with either one of these guys. He just needed to see Randy, and quick. Hands on his hips, John took a deep breath while he awaited for someone else to say something. "Orton's in the shower though. Don't know how much talking you'll get done in there, but hey if that's how you guys roll..."
A slight shrug of Hunter's shoulders and John was off practically running into the shower. Browsing the stalls untill he found Randy in one of the last ones. Orton was just turning around as John started walking down towards him. He couldn't help but to chuckle to himself. That smirk forming on his face again. "Well, look who came back to stare some more. Knew it was true." Cena stopped and just glared at Randy. Pulling his pants and boxers off as fast as he possibly could before walking into the stall beside his friend. Of course this cought Randy's attention, making him raise his eyebrows and try to sneak a peak of course. "So what if its true. You've been flaunting around me for almost two years now. A guy can only take so much before he bursts."
This obviously was pretty funny to Randy which would explain why he was going into some sort of laughing fit. "In what ways are you exactly bursting John?" continued laughter from Orton. Cena sighed. "Real mature Randy." John looked down before turning on the water to his shower, letting the hot water hit down his back. Now he was just regretting everything. Regretting letting Randy turn him on, then go chasing after him to only get made fun of. It wasn't fair. Orton had calmed down now. Taking in the form of Cena who was clearly bummed. He had no intentions of hurting John. None what so ever. He just thought they were joking around like they normally did. But clearly Randy never knew the right time to be serious and when not to be. Now he had his best friend sulking in the shower next to him. That smirk slowly faded into a frown.
Turning the water off in his shower, Randy stepped out and made his way into the stall next to him. John's stall. He was hesitant at first. He knew how John was when he got like this. Cena usually threw fits and well, Randy was just waiting for himself to get punched or yelled at. "John, I.. I'm sorry." Being hesitant once again, Orton started to put his hands onto Cena's hip lightly. He couldn't help it. Something made him feel closer to this man now, and he just wanted to hold him in his arms and make everything up to him. He couldn't stand being the barer of causing his best friend this pain or whatever he was feeling.
Feeling those hands on his hips, John felt like his heart had just melted. Randy Orton was touching him in a way he had never touched him before. He sighed with a bit of relief, pushing his hands off of his own hips before turning around and facing Orton. He had moved from underneath the water, the cool air stinging his skin, giving him small goosebumps while he held onto Orton hands. His eyes fixed on the other's baby blue ones. This man was amazing and despite his asshole tendencies, he didn have that sweet side, like he was showing now. "Look, don't worry about it. I figured this was all one big joke on me anyway. I don't know why I gave into it anyway." And with that said, he let go off Randy's hands. Leaning up against the side wall of the stall, eyes still fixed on Randy making sure Orton knew that he was somewhat hurt still.
Sighing Randy watched as John moved away. As if he didn't feel bad enough, now he had John standing over there looking like an innocent little puppy dog. It was just too much. He felt guilty already, John didn't have to keep rubbing it in. But Randy wasn't about to start yelling at him. He caused enough already, he didn't wanna take a turn for the worse now. Walking closer to Cena, Randy placed his hand on the muscular arm of Cena. "You know, not everything I said was a joke. There's some things I still need to tell you about." Cena looked up. Eyeing Randy big time. If this was just another one of his games, John swore to himself he'd knock him the fuck out, but he could tell now he was being different. He could tell be the look in Orton's eyes. That little innocence was there. And Randy Orton was no angel by no means, but when you saw that little sparkle deep down in his eyes. You knew he was about to be nice for once. Cena just stood there, not saying another word. If Randy was being serious, he'd let him do all the talking for once and John would just be quiet.
Orton took a deep breath, inching closer to Cena. They were face to face, well almost. Give or take a few inches because John was slightly shorter than Randy was. But still, they were pretty close in height. Eyes staring into eyes. Randy placed his hands around John's waist, just bringing himself closer. Skin upon skin now. It was almost too much for Cena to handle. Should he push him away, or just keep letting him do what he's doing? God forbid if anyone walked in on them right now. "I just want to give you something and hopefully, that explains everything I feel towards you." Their lips were grazing each others just when the sound of a few of the other guys headed towards the shower. John panicked and practically threw Randy off of him. Looking around only to find Hunter almost falling onto his knees with laughter. "Boys do we need to give you a little privacy in here?" Shawn said loud and clear as he walked into one of the stalls. Cena just shook his head and walked out of the showers. Humilatied to say the least. Randy just watched as John walked out. He hadn't had that planned and now knowing John, he probably thought Randy had just set him up to get pranked once again. This really fucking sucked. He wanted to be serious with John, but how was he going to be when there were people around them twenty four seven? All he knew was he owed John big time. An apology. And still the truth.