Disclaimer: I don't know the orientation of John Cena nor Randy Orton. This story is purely fictional.
Author's Note: This'll be more of a sex story, then my other story, Archy. There'll be more, too. OH, and their not exactly in character..
Chapter One: Royal Rumble
Randy Orton sat down in his dressing room, propping the WWE championship on the bench. He had successfully defended his Championship against Jeff Hardy earlier. He smiled and leaned back. The Age of Orton was in full swing. He'd have to defend against Triple H at WrestleMania, but that's to be expected. Of course he'd have to defend against the boss' son-in-law.
He turned the TV on and watched the Royal Rumble. Triple H would be expected to win. Orton watched as favorites such as Kane, Shawn Michaels and the Undertaker were eliminted. Orton laughed. At least he wouldn't have to fight the Undertaker at WrestleMania. He'd definately lose.
The number 30 entant was about to be announced. Orton wondered who it could be. Triple H was already in the ring. He leaned forward, anxious. John Cena's music hit and Orton jumped up. Cena appeared and ran to the ring. He cleared the ring out, and it was down to Triple H and John Cena. Cena finally picked up HHH and gave him the F-U over the top rope, for the win.
Orton grabbed his title and stormed out of the locker room. He quickly found who he was looking for. The Chairman of the WWE, Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
"What the hell is this?" Orton yelled in his boss's face.
"What are you talking about?" Vince asked.
"Cena! Why didn't you at least tell me!" Orton yelled.
"It was for business. He's been cleared. I did what was good for the WWE." Vince replied, waiting for Cena to come backstage.
"I expect I have to lose to Cena now?" Orton demanded.
"No." Vince stated, simply. "You'll be the champion up until Judgement Day."
Orton's demeanor totally changed. "Oh."
John Cena came from ringside.
Orton and Cena had brief eye contact.
"Do you hear that?" Cena asked. He pointed to the audience. "They are going completely nuts."
"Why are you here?" Orton asked Cena. Cena looked over to him.
"Take a walk." Cena said, and grabbed Orton by the shirt and started walking down the hallway.
"I asked a question." Orton said.
Cena turned into Orton's dressing room and Orton followed. Cena shut the door.
"Look, you injured me. I'm back, and were gonna be in a fued for that title. Now, it starts tomorrow." Cena said.
"Oh, great." Orton sarcastically said.
"This is how it goes. I challenge you to a match, for the title, but at No Way Out, not WrestleMania. Then at No Way Out, Triple H wins the Raw Elimination Chamber and we have a Triple Threat." Cena said.
"Look, I wanna get out of here. Come to my hotel room and talk about this." Orton said. He grabbed his bag and title and walked to the door. "Room 316."
Orton opened the door and walked out.
Cena was left sitting in Orton's locker room. He glanced around and noticed something laying on Orton's floor. He picked it up and realized it was Orton's wrestling trunks. Cena smiled to himself and put them in his pocket.
Orton was drying off when he heard a knock on his door. He answered in just a towel.
"Wow, that's...whoa." Cena said, laughing. He'd stare at Orton's body, but he's seen it all before. Except that.
Cena reached in his pocket and pulled Orton's trunks out. "You forgot these."
" I feel like a whore." Orton said, jokingly. He took them from Cena and slid them on.
"Want a beer?" Orton asked, dropping his towel.
"Yeah, sure." Cena replied, sitting on the couch. Orton came back with two Coors Light. He handed Cena one, who stared at him.
"Oh, I didn't buy this shitty beer. Hotel provided it." Orton said.
"Try not to trash this one." Cena replied, under his breath.
They both were pretty buzzed, after three beers each. Orton had a stupid grin on his face.
"So, you still got the hots for Mickie, or what?" Orton asked.
"Yeah, we fucked." Cena replied, nonchalantly.
Orton's dick twitched. "She good?"
"Dude, she sucks dick like a real pro. She even swallowed my load." Cena said, rubbing his thigh.
"She allow you to ass fuck her?" Orton asked.
"Nah, but she rode me so good." Cena said, now rubbing his crotch. "Sorry, dude, I'm getting boned up thinking about it."
"Yeah, me too." Orton replied, covering his hard cock with his massive hands.
"You mind if I jerk one out?" Cena asked.
Orton swallowed nervously. He decided it would be hot. "Go ahead."
"Thanks, dude." Cena said and put his beer onto the table. He unbuckled his belt and slid down his jean shorts, his Chaingang boxers tenting out. He grabbed the mound and quickly rubbed it up and down, knowing full well that Orton was watching.
He pulled down his boxers, exposing his seven and a half inch hard rod. Orton licked his lips, instinctively. He took in the sight. Cena's cock wasn't too thick, and it had one think vein showing. Cena hadn't shaved in a while, and there was a few sparse hairs. His balls were huge, about the size of golf balls.
Cena grabbed his hard cock an started to slowly move his hand up and down the shaft. He started to speed up when he stopped.
"You gonna just stare or you gonna help me?" Cena asked.
Orton's dick grew harder, if possible. He stood up and walked over to the naked Cena. Cena smiled at him.
"Get naked." Cena commanded. Orton slid down his trunks, revealing his seven inch cock. John was entranced. It was almost exactly like his, except completely shaved. "Turn around and bend over."
Orton complied, showing Cena his asshole as Cena started to jerk off again. Orton stood up again and walked over to Cena. He kneeled on the couch and leaned down, kissing Cena hard on the mouth. His hands trailed up and down Cena's hard, taut body. He quickly found his target: Cena's cock. He took it in his hand and started to run his hand up and down it, all the while stll kissing Cena.
Orton broke the kiss, and started sucking on Cena's neck, still jerking Cena's perfect penis. Orton started kissing down Cena's chest and wound up right above his cock. He licked the side of it, making Cena moan. He kissed the head and then started sliding his mouth down it. His nose was buried in Cena's sparse pubes, and he inhaled the manly scent of Cena's cock.
Cena spread Orton's legs apart and laid down underneath him. He grabbed Orton's hard cock and took it in his mouth. They were in the 69 position as Orton started going faster on Cena's cock, rubbing his balls.
Cena ran his hand up Orton's hard thigh, before coming to his asshole. He licked his finger, before shoving it in. Orton moaned loudly and Cena entered a second finger. Orton grabbed onto the bedsheets and stopped sucking Cena's cock.
"Fuck me, John."
Cena shoved Orton off and Orton laid on his back. Cena grabbed Orton's legs and put them on his shoulders. He aligned his cock with Orton's hole. He shoved his head in and Orton grimacced.
"Are you okay, babe?" Cena asked. Orton nodded and grabbed Cena's ass, forcing more into him.
Cena picked up a steady rhythm and started jerking Orton's inflated cock. Cena started fucking Orton faster, and jerking his dick faster.
"I'm gonna cum." Orton stated and Cena bend his head down, taking the head in his mouth as Orton shot. He swallowed all 8 volleys of cum.
That sent him over the edge as he unloaded 7 shots of hot, sticky cum into his lover's ass. Cena pulled out and carried the exhausted Orton over to the bed.
He laid him down and then lay beside him. He placed a kiss on his lips and they fell asleep.
Cena was awakened by a moist feeling near his cock. He opened his eyes and looked down. Orton was busy giving him a blowjob.
"Mmm, fuck, Randy. Your so fucking good." Cena moaned.
Their little moment was interuppted as they heard someone yell, "What the fuck?"
End of chapter 1
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