The Week

Day One

"Hey good looking," John heard his suave and sensual voice directly behind him and it sent a shiver down his spine. The man turns him on without words. "Are you coming to mine tonight?"

And there it was, the offer he didn't want to take, but knew he would. He didn't know why he was drawn to Randy so much. No one else he'd ever known brought out the obsessive nature in him. Every day he hoped for even the slightest hint from Randy.

When it had first happened, Randy told him he was addicted which he didn't believe, but the next time Randy offered it up, he more than willingly laid down and let Randy take control of his body. After that John kept going back looking for more, sometimes Randy would give him what he was looking for, another time Randy wouldn't be interested and just hang out.

"What's in it for me?" he asked Randy, as the taller man slid his arm around his waist.

"What do you think," he whispered seductively in John's ear. Just a couple of words and John wanted to melt in his arms.

"Give me half an hour and I'll be ready to go," John said chancing a look over his shoulder but not able to make eye contact.

"I'm not sitting around for half hour like a patient puppy dog," Randy said pulling away from John's body and grabbing his bag.

John quickly turned on the spot, desperate not to lose his chance to be with Randy. If he was ever going to convince him to start a relationship he needed to prove he was worth it.

"Wait, don't go," he said grabbing Randy's arm. "Can I grab a shower at yours?"

"Has it been that long, Cena? Are you that desperate for me?" Randy said with a sly grin. He pushed John back against the nearest wall and pushed his hips forward rubbing against John. "I'll tell you what, have a shower here and if you still want it, you can come by my room tonight."

He pushed a kiss to John's lips and as John started to respond he pulled away and left the room, leaving John dazed. Why did he always do this? The few times Randy had opened up, mostly due to copious amounts of alcohol in his system, he admitted John would be better off without him. Somehow though John thought differently, he knew his heart wanted the bad boy Randy Orton. He just wished there was a way to convince Randy.

John hit the showers and tried to let the water wash away his thoughts. He had to go to Randy tonight without any preconceptions. If he went in trying to change the situation, Randy would just throw him out. He knew he had to go just with the idea of getting some time with the man. If Randy didn't feel any pressure for anything more, he may John what he was looking for, or at least show him the way in.

After his shower he grabbed his belongings and hitched a ride with Santino back to the arena. He was grateful for Santino's continual joking as it took his mind off everything swirling around his head. When they arrived at the arena Santino mentioned he was heading out to a bar with other members of the roster and told John it would be good if he wanted to come along and join them. John politely refused, claiming a headache which a noisy bar would make worse. He jumped into the elevator while Santino was talking with a couple of fans in the lobby, regretting not staying himself and thinking about the comments which would hit the online forums when they hear John Cena didn't stay to sign autographs.

He was originally planning on heading straight to his room, dropping his bag off and changing into some fresh clothes but as the doors opened on Randy's floor he couldn't stop himself stepping out into the corridor and heading along to he found Randy's room.

"Here I was thinking you'd found the will power not to come," Randy said opening the door for him to step through.

"Have you ever known me to say no," John admitted shrugging his shoulders and hanging his head.

"You've attempted to," Randy said, closing the door.

As soon as the door was closed Randy was next to him, hands on his hips holding him making sure he didn't go anywhere.

"Kiss me," John tentatively requested.

Randy's lips went straight to John's neck and skated up and down the skin, his tongue brushing against the neck line of his shirt. John was disappointed that Randy didn't kiss him how he wanted but what he was doing he was doing very well and John was trying his hardest to moan.

Randy's fingers searched for the hem of John's shirt and when they found it, he pushed the material up so his hands could slide underneath to feel his well-built body. John felt Randy lead him back toward the bed and as soon as he felt the bed against his legs, John stopped. He loved what Randy was doing to him and although he promised not to push anything tonight, John desperately wanted to feel Randy's lips on his, caressing them as he slipped his tongue in.

"Randy, please, just one kiss," John begged trying to pull Randy's head away from his neck.

He heard Randy growl against his skin before gripping his shirt and pulling it up and over his head.

"Take your pants off and get on the bed," he ordered. Randy's strong words were enough for John to forget his own request and follow the instructions he was given. He kicked off his shoes and dropped the gym pants he was wearing before seating down at the edge of the bed and scooting back so he was led in the middle.

He watched as Randy stripped himself of his own clothing. John's breathing got shallower as each piece was removed and he could see more of Randy's body. The man was perfect. He reached down to touch himself and noticed the same sly grin spread across Randy's face as it did in the locker room.

"Can't wait tonight, John?" Randy asked as he climbed onto the bed.

"You're hot, I couldn't resist," he replied letting go of his hardening cock as Randy's hand took over, stroking him to make him harder.

Randy straddled John's hips before sliding further up John's body, making sure his cock brushed over John's muscles, making him groan.

"I'm out, lube me up," he ordered, rubbing the head of his cock on John's lips. John watched Randy for a moment as he lubed up his own fingers and reached back to press at John's entrance.

John grabbed Randy's shaft and lifted it away from his lips so he could take his time, enjoying Randy's skin. He placed nibbling kisses around Randy's thighs, licking the spots afterward to soothe them. He moaned as he kissed and licked his way up Randy's shaft as Randy pushed a finger into him, starting to prepare him.

"John," Randy said gritting his teeth. "I wanted you to lube me up, not give me a blowjob; now hurry up."

As though to punctuate his sentence, Randy shoved a second finger into John and as John moaned he pushed his cock into John's mouth. John immediately sealed his lips around Randy's cock and started working up and down the length, making sure to get Randy nice and moist so he could push into him. He could see and feel Randy enjoying it, watching as Randy's eyes rolled backward into his head. His fingers worked faster in John, stretching him so his thick cock would fit inside him.

Randy pulled both his fingers and his cock out of John and then moved down John's body until he was knelt up between his legs. John raised his hips slightly for Randy, but Randy grabbed them and lifted them higher so John's back was arched off the mattress. John knew tonight was going to be rough, hell every night he came to Randy was rough, and he had to admit he liked it that way. It was simply the way it was between the two of them. Even the first time together had been rough, through pure need on both men's parts.

"Ready?" Randy asked. John nodded his head knowing that was the only kindness he was going to receive from Randy tonight. He braced himself for the hard penetration which usually came at this point but he was shocked when Randy eased into him slowly.

"Ohh, God," John moaned as Randy filled him. He went slowly but it was in one long motion as his hard cock filled him.

"Damn it Cena, I swear you got tighter since last week," Randy taunted him. "I feel like I'm going to rip you apart tonight."

"Randy, move already," John demanded growing impatient over Randy's lack of movement.

"Jesus, John, you want to kiss but you don't care about being hurt," Randy snapped at John. John was thrown by Randy's concern. Whenever they were together it was wham, bam, thank you, sir. On the rare occasions Randy had been caring and gentle it was because he realised John wouldn't be able to take it after hard fought battles in the ring. Those times always gave John hope there could be more but tonight was different. His match was nothing special as he fought in tag team match with David Otunga.

"Randy the blood is rushing to my head, will you fuck me already," John yelled.

"Fine, if that's what you want," Randy taunted and John knew he'd fallen into Randy's trap.

Randy pulled slowly out of John's entrance leaving just the head of his cock in, and before John could even moan at the loss, Randy slammed back into him, pushing his cock all the way in.

"Fuck… again," John breathed, loving the feeling of being dominated by Randy.

Randy repeated his actions making sure John felt the slow draw back of his cock before he slammed in again. John arched his back further when Randy brushed his prostate and he couldn't stop the cry of pleasure which escaped his mouth.

"Faster," John pleaded as he locked eyes with Randy silently telling him he could take anything he could dish out.

Randy picked up the pace and was soon thrusting into John just as he had wished. John grabbed the sheets beneath his hands as his knuckles turned white as he held on, trying to keep his balance. He desperately wanted to pull Randy in for a kiss, but with the way Randy was positioned he wasn't within his reach.

"Fuck… John… you're so fucking tight… I feel like you're suffocating my dick," Randy moaned as he continued his thrusting into John. John felt him slow down and wondered if he was trying to prolong his own pleasure or simply to prolong John's torture.

"Glad I bring something to this," John half joked half grunted as Randy continued to push into him.

"Oh, you bring more than just a tight ass to this bed, John," Randy said running a hand over John's abs, avoiding John's throbbing cock. "You're a good bit of eye candy as well, good looking."

"Oh shit… right there… that's it," John cried out as Randy hit the spot inside of him which caused him to see stars.

Randy pushed harder into John, and John felt like he was doing his upmost to avoid the spot he'd just hit. John was about to complain when Randy brushed against it again and his back arched further off the bed. John could feel Randy's thrusts becoming erratic and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Desperately wanting to feel some connection with Randy, John reached down and grabbed his neglected cock, hoping to push himself to a climax at the same time as Randy.

"Not allowed, Cena," Randy grunted, slapping his hand away from his cock.

John growled at Randy, pissed off he wouldn't allow him even one thing.

"Fuucckk… John… fuuuccckkk," Randy yelled as he climaxed, shooting his load into John's hole, collapsing on top of John.

"Randy, please," John begged, frantically needing release. He wanted to reach down again but Randy would only stop him if he tried.

Randy started shifting on top of him, kissing the skin at his neck, across his collarbone and down his sternum. John breathed in a shocked gasp as Randy kept going lower and grabbed his cock, letting his mouth encompass its head.

"Ohhh holy shit… I… ohh fuck," John moaned as Randy slid further down his aching cock. John instinctively grabbed Randy's head, holding him there and soon realised Randy was acting differently again. Usually if John was lucky enough to get a blowjob from Randy it was because it was his birthday. Considering it was early November, John couldn't claim it was because of that.

"Not… going… to last," John grunted, bucking his hips slightly as he felt his orgasm building inside. "Fuuuccckkk… Randy."

John couldn't believe his luck when he felt Randy swallow his load and continue working his cock, milking him of his cum. As soon as he was done, John slumped back against the bed, ready to sleep, his arm draping across the face from exhaustion.

"I forgot how good you are at that," John breathed as he felt Randy stand up from the bed.

"I'm going for a shower," Randy stated, pausing before adding his usual statement. "Be gone by time I get out."

"Ran, you tired me out, John groaned. "Just let me stay tonight."

"I said get out," Randy barked, throwing John's clothes at him.

John didn't have the energy to fight. He didn't know why he was to begin with considering it always happened. He wasn't shocked; maybe a little ashamed he kept letting Randy treat him like that, but never shocked. He expected it.

When Randy disappeared into the bathroom he slowly pulled his clothes on. As he was tying his shoes, he wondered whether to leave Randy a note to let him know how he felt, maybe that way he would give them a chance, especially if he wasn't being confronted head on. John shook his head at the thought, amused at how he sounded like a high school girl who couldn't get the man she wanted. Looking toward the bathroom one last time, fighting whether to go in there, he made himself leave the room.

Randy counted to ten before opening the bathroom door, hoping this time John wouldn't have given in and would still be waiting for him. To his disappointment, John was gone. He looked around the room to find some trace of him, but all he saw was the crumpled sheets.

He didn't know why he kept playing these games with John. He wanted John as his boyfriend; they worked well together, in every way. When they were hanging out together, Randy could tell he was in love with him. They didn't have huge amounts in common but it had been enough to fall for one another.

Now here he was, alone, because he couldn't stop messing with the guy's head. All because he was too scared to admit his feelings, and Randy knew if he wasn't careful he was going to lose John, he just wasn't sure if he was ready for that to happen.