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Disclaimer: The following is a celebrity parody, a work of fiction. All characters belong to the WWE. This story is to fuel my twisted homo erotic desires, no money is made.
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The wedding ceremony was over. Everyone was now in the dinning hall enjoying the reception. Randal Keith Orton and his new wife, Samantha, were doing rounds checking on friends and family. As Randy moved from table to table, he couldn't seem to find the one person he was looking for. Going over to his WWE family, he inquired on the whereabouts of one of his close friends. One explained they heard him mention something about not feeling well and going to the restroom, pointing to the doors nearest to them. He left them with some passing words about the open bar as he went to seek out his buddy.
Orton made his way through the hall and out the doors to find his friend. About halfway down the corridor he located the restroom. When he entered, Orton noticed a lone figure standing in the far corner of the room, next to the sinks. Randy locked the door behind him and crossed the distance of the restroom. He could see the distressed look on his friends face as he approached.
"John, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
John Cena turned to face Orton and smiled, doing his best to regain his composure.
"Yeah, I'm fine Randy. It was just a really touching ceremony, that's all," he replied.
Orton wet a cloth and wiped Cena's face, then gently took it in his hands and looked into his eyes.
"I know it hurts, I'm hurting too...
last night all I did was cry. But we have to be strong, for each other."
Cena turned his head away from the embrace. "I know and I'm trying. I really am but being here and seeing it is just too much... I think I'll leave early. I don't want to ruin your day."
Orton pulled Cena's face up to look in his eyes again.
"You can't leave, not yet... how am I supposed to finish the day without seeing you here?" His eyes became watery at the mere thought.
Cena wiped away the tears that manage to leak from Orton's eyes. Randy let a sad smile show as he closed the distance between them, locking their lips in an electrifying kiss.
Cena pulled away hesitantly, catching his breath. "We can't; not now... they will realize you're missing."
"So what? They are already drinking. A few minutes more won't hurt," he replied brushing away another tear.
Randy kissed him again and slowly walked Cena back until he was pressing him against the wall. He pushed his tongue into his lover's mouth, tasting it, memorizing it, relishing in it as he felt Cena's hard cock pressing against his own. They broke for air both gazing at each other, neither saying a word.
Cena reluctantly pushed Orton away, and then walked to the sink. He splashed his face with cold water, trying to compose himself before having to face everyone again.
"Let's get back before anyone thinks anything," he said walking to the door.
Orton checked himself in the mirror before following his secret lover to the exit, only to find him still standing there.
"It's locked. Are we locked in?"
Orton laughed at Cena's semi-panicked voice.
"Oh no, I did that on my way in… for privacy," he said with a wink. Reaching around Cena, he flipped the hidden lock, while at the same time placing a light kiss against his ear.
Cena smirked and opened the door, motioning him to walk out first. Orton bowed politely and took the lead. They both headed back to the hall and went their own separate ways. Cena moved toward the open bar, and Orton went back to his new bride.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch. Everyone was drunk and happy and eventually the crowd started to wind down late into the morning. Most had a room there at the hotel but others were taken home. Cena decided to take his leave since the party was wearing thin and most were saying their good byes to the bride and groom. He got online behind an older couple and sipped his drink as he awaited his turn.
At his turn, he respectfully kissed the bride on the cheek. Then Cena gave her some beautifully bullshitted words about the marriage.
"Oh, John thanks so much for being here. It wouldn't have been the same without Randy's best friend," Samantha chirped drunkenly and gave him an all too friendly hug for his liking.
"Anything for my boy," he replied. They shook hands and shared a manly hug for a few seconds more than normal. Cena smiled sadly and staggered his way to the elevators.
'Stupid drunk bitch,'
he thought on the elevator ride up.
'I hope you're too drunk to consummate the marriage.'
Cena chuckled at the thought.
The heartbroken man reached his room in one piece, and after a few minutes of trying to get the card in the slot, finally made it inside his suite. Upon entering, he downed his drink and stripped off his suit. Deciding a shower would relax him; Cena started the water and sat on the tile bench, allowing his sorrow to over take him. Eventually, he washed himself and staggered out, throwing on a bathrobe. Dragging himself into the bedroom he grabbed a beer from the mini bar and flopped down on the bed. The tears stopped but the pain was still there.
'He's probably in her right now,'
he thought bitterly.
He took a big swig from his beer and lied back across the bed, slipping in and out of consciousness. Unknown to him a lone figure slowly walked over to his prone body smirking evilly and licked their lips. Quietly the intruder knelt between Cena's spread, partly covered legs and lightly ran his finger tips up the still wet thighs. Cena moaned lightly, thinking it's all his drunken imagination.
"I want him so bad I can feel him. I really am wasted," he said to the room.
The fingers continued their path under his robe and brushed against his cock, sending a tingle through his body. Cena's eyes went wide at the feeling, and he froze. He couldn't get his eyes to focus. The ceiling was a white blur.
'Was that real or in my mind?'
he thought, catching himself before he said it out loud.
Cena waited for the touch again but it never came. Laughing out loud, he messily poured the rest of the beer into his mouth and threw the can across the room. He closed his eyes again, trying to drift off once more. This time the intruder waited a little longer before slowly running their finger tips up Cena's thighs again and spreading his robe to expose his mostly dry and bare lower body.
Cena didn't bother to open his eyes this time. He believed his mind had taken him to a place where he could be with his lover and he desperately wanted to stay. The fingers continued over his abs and retrace their path back down. They grazed his cock teasingly, making it stiffen. He moaned into the touch, whimpering when it disappeared. The touch came back but this time with a purpose. It gripped his cock and stroked it making John's hips thrust up into the hand. Then the hand left again only to be replaced by something warm and wet completely surrounding the cock. Cena's eyes open on impact and his body shot up off the bed... not a smart move for one so drunk. He closed his eyes as his world tilted and his head began to pound. He moaned as his cock was sucked into an incredibly hot mouth.
"Who's there?" he managed to get out. No answer except for a hand that pushed him back down on the bed.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" he tried to steady his voice but the sucking was pulling him away from his focus. It felt too good to stop it and also a bit familiar.
Finally his world steadied a little. Cena cracked open his eyes and shifted his body up onto his arms to see who was between his legs. With his vision is still blurry, he could make out some of the face and yet didn't believe what he saw. He dropped back to the bed and half laughed, half moaned at the situation.
"Fuck… I am so fucked up. Who the fuck are you?"
The mouth let Cena's cock slip out and chuckled huskily.
"I am exactly who you think I am," the person replied in a smooth voice.
"Oh no, you can't be! That's my drunk and unstable mind playing tricks on me," Cena replied incredulously.
He felt the person getting onto the bed, their body rubbing against his own. John felt his robe being pushed open to fully expose him and lips made a trail from his chest up to his own stopping right before they touched. Cena was breathing heavy and trying to hold back his moans. How did this person know all his spots? It couldn't be him, it just could.
