Rob's thoughts are in ~ and italicized

~Young. Hot. Obnoxious as hell. That's what they used to say about me. Back in the day, anyway. I don't feel old. Hell, I'm not really THAT old. But I have been around for awhile, and days like this, I feel it. Which is why I'm sitting here in the trainer's room, waiting for a massage. Physical therapy, coupled with my favorite herbal remedy can cure just about anything that ails ya. Well, those and a good fuck, but my chances of that happening are about slim and none right now. Unless I can talk that mouthy Yankee brat into my bed. Hmm. Wonder what it would take??~



John looked across the room and noticed that Rob was staring at him. His eyes were glassy, his hair sticking to his face and neck where the ever-present ponytail had come undone. For a brief moment, John felt like a slab of meat, under the watchful gaze of a hungry lion. Yeah, he wished, anyway. There was no way Rob would ever think of him like that. Rob was…well, Rob.

He was the cool guy in school, the one that had always laughed at John's attempts to grab some notoriety for himself. He was the big jock that had always knocked John on his ass in the pick-up football games they played in the street. That is, until John grew up and started working out. Now, he was just as big, just as bad - and just as cool as they were. Wasn't he? He oozed confidence, lived and breathed bravado. What would they say if they knew it was just a front?



~I wonder why he's staring at me like that? Damn, I'm getting paranoid again. That boy is really built. I bet my grandma could scrub her laundry on those abs of his. His chest looks as solid as a punching bag, which he could probably break open with those legs of his. Damn those legs. And that ass…what would it feel like to be buried in that?? Shit, Rob, get ahold of yourself. You keep thinking like that and it's gonna become painfully obvious what you're thinking. What the hell are you thinking, anyway??~



Out of the corner of his eye, John noticed the slight bulge in Rob's airbrushed tights. He wondered what the other man could be thinking about that would cause such a reaction, but he had learned enough around here not to ask certain questions, especially those you didn't really want an answer to. He would just sit here, waiting for someone to unwrap his ankle, and lose himself in wishful thinking.

As long as he had been with the company - hell, longer than that, if he was honest - he had watched Rob with a mixture of respect, fascination and well, lust. There were very few men that provoked that kind of reaction in him, but Rob was one of them. John would stand around in the back, watching Rob's matches on the monitor. He wasn't studying his techniques, because the two men's styles were very different. He wasn't trying to learn some killer high-flying move from him. He watched simply because of the bulge that preceded Rob into the ring. He watched and he fantasized. But he knew it would never happen.



~I wonder if the inside is as tight as the outside? Did I just think that? Jeez, hurry up and get in here and give me my damn massage so I can take a cold shower, go back to the hotel and jerk off. The boy is killing me and he doesn't even know it. I wonder if he knows how hot he is? Maybe I should tell him. Yeah, that would be rich. The kid hits hard, and I ain't exactly in the mood for any more pain tonight. I wonder if he gives good head?~



Rob's legs shifted on the table and the bulge of his erection would have been obvious to a blind man. John's lips were suddenly dry and his tongue poked out to moisten them. If only… John shook his head. Sure, John. If only Rob was into guys. Young guys. Who had a reputation for being a pain in everyone's ass. He would love for Rob to be a pain in HIS ass, that's for sure. To take his mind off the sexy man lying not 20 feet from him, John paced back and forth, going over his match in his mind.

He didn't notice Rob turn his head to watch him. Didn't notice the bulge getting bigger, practically throbbing in the other man's tights. John stretched his arms over his head, causing the muscles in his chest and stomach to ripple in one fluid movement. His denim shorts dipped down, resting low on his hips. His chest might have been clean-shaven, but the happy trail was still there. And when John bent over to stretch his back, he didn't notice the gasp of pleasure escape from Rob's lips.



~Holy mother of god, the kid is trying to kill me! He doesn't know it, but when my heart stops in a few seconds and I see that pretty white light, it will be because of him. And when I stand there, ready to be judged for whatever sins I've committed, and they ask me what it was that took me from here, I'll have only three words to say - John Cena's ass. That thing of beauty is gonna be the death of me. I just want to touch it. That's all. OK, so that's a lie. I want to do more than touch it. I want to fondle it. Squeeze it. Kiss it. Lick it. Fuck it.~



John's legs were spread as he reached down and placed both hands on the floor. He felt the muscles in his back stretch out and he smiled. It was a good feeling, the beginning of the relaxation process. Opening his eyes, he saw Rob staring at him, his eyes wide, tongue moving over his lips, and John wondered what that tongue would feel like, caressing the veins and ridges of his cock. He blushed as he realized he was getting hard.

He stood quickly and flopped down in a chair, laying his shirt across his lap to hide the bulge there. Why did he have to be in this room with Rob? Why did he have to have these thoughts? Why did he have to wonder? For the first time since entering the room, John opened his mouth to speak. "Hey Rob?" he asked tentatively, embarrassed by the way his voice cracked. It was worse than fucking puberty!



~God, he said something to me. My name rolled out of his mouth, between those perfect, wet lips. Maybe if I pretend I didn't hear him, then I won't have to talk. Because if I do, I might say something I'll regret tomorrow - or maybe not. Maybe I'll tell him I want him - and then wait for him to smash my face in. Maybe I won't tell him at all. Maybe, if my back didn't hurt so damn much, I'd just get up and go over there and kiss him. Wouldn't be much of a chance for misinterpretation on that one, would there?~



"Yeah, dude?" John almost jumped when Rob answered him. John's eyebrows knit together, as if he was trying to remember what he was going to ask. "Um, how's your back?" Rob smiled at him. "It's ok, I guess," he replied. "A little sore, that's all." John nodded. He sucked at small talk. Most people would find that surprising, considering the promos he wrote and spewed out every week. But there was no interaction there, just him rambling on and on.

"So, um, what are you doing after the show?" Rob noticed the redness taking over John's cheeks and smiled. "Well, right now, I'm laying here, waiting for the trainer," he said. "After that, I think I'll change clothes and get something to eat. Then probably head back to the hotel and collapse in my bed." Again with the nod. "You need a ride or, I dunno, any help with that stuff?" Rob chuckled, his eyes twinkling.



~Do I need any help? Sure thing, John. You wanna help me take off my clothes? Tuck me in? Snuggle up next to me in my bed? Let me fuck you until there is no tomorrow? Yes, I need help. I need help making these thoughts go away. I need help making my dick go down. Is that what you had in mind?~



Rob's thoughts were running wild as he looked across the room at John - who was staring at him in complete and utter disbelief. "What?" Rob asked. There was that paranoia again. John's jaw worked overtime as he tried to speak. Surely he didn't just hear what he thought he had heard. Rob was starting to shift uncomfortably under the intensity of John's stare. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you…did you mean…?" John's face was bright red now and Rob looked confused. "Dude, what are you mumbling about over there?" John looked away, then back at Rob. "What you just said…" John squeaked. "Were you serious?" Rob swallowed hard as he realized what John was talking about.



~ Fuck! Did I say that out loud? Holy hellfire and damnation! What do I do now? What do I say? I wanna die. Just sit here and wait for the earth to open up and swallow me whole. Or maybe I could just get him to do it for me! Stop it. Stop right now. He's just a kid. Probably ain't ever done that in his life. Probably never even thought about it…~



"Serious about what?" John looked at him. "You said…" John shook his head. Maybe it had been wishful thinking, but he swore he had heard Rob say he needed help to make his dick go down. "Um, nothing." Rob buried his face in his hands. He had spoken those words out loud, and now there was nothing to do but either run like hell or…

"Hey John?" Brown eyes rose to meet his. "If I did say that…if I was serious…what would you say?" John gulped. Blushed. Then crossed the room, standing in front of the bench almost between Rob's thighs. He mustered every ounce of courage he had ever possessed, looked the other man in the eyes and said, "I'd say, what are we waiting for?"



~Jesus. God. I hope no one comes in right now. I think he locked the door. I don't remember. All I remember is him pulling my tights the rest of the way down. Dropping to his knees. Lips on my thighs. Tongue on the head of my cock. And then this. He looks like a freakin' bobblehead doll right now. Up. Down. His lips, his hand, both locked around my cock. I don't think I've ever had a blowjob like this before. The kid knows what he's doing. If he keeps that up, I ain't gonna last. Stop. Don't stop. PLEASE don't stop. I wouldn't be above begging right now. Oh hell…~



Rob's hands tried to find a grip on John's head, but there was no hair to grab onto, so he had to settle for cradling his skull in his hands. Soft moans escaped his lips as John swallowed his erection, sucking and stroking him to the brink of orgasm. He wanted to scream, to cry, to kiss that hot little mouth, fuck him…but right now he was in the middle of a mind-numbing tumble into bliss.

John felt Rob's hand tighten on his head seconds before he shot into his mouth, a strangled cry escaping the other man's lips as he came. John swallowed fast, the moving of his muscles causing even more of a sensation on the head of Rob's throbbing cock. As Rob softened in his mouth, John continued to lick every creamy drop from him. He settled back on his heels, looking up at Rob as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.



~Shit, that was…I don't think I know a word for that. Better than…anything. Better than getting high, that's for damn sure. I wonder what other skills the kid has? I wonder if he'll let me find out? I don't think I have a bone left in my body. They've all turned to jelly. I couldn't move if you paid me to. Fuck! Is that someone at the door??~



Rob pulled his trunks back up as John ran across the room, plopping down on the bench just as the door opened. The trainer didn't seem to notice the tension in the room, just looked from one man to the other. "Let me unwrap his ankle, then I'll get to you," he said to Rob, who was smiling. "That's ok, dude," rob said, jumping off the bench. "I feel much better now." He winked at John, then motioned to the door.

John nodded as he began to bounce impatiently in the chair. He watched Rob walk away as the trainer removed the tape from his leg. The poor guy had barely stood before John jumped up from the bench and practically ran out of the room. Rob was waiting for him in the locker room as he ran in and grabbed his bags from the bench, turning to the older man.

Rob grabbed him, shoving him against the wall before planting a kiss on his lips. Hands roamed over hard flesh, tongues battled for supremacy as Rob tasted himself in John's mouth. His cock twitched once…twice…three times before starting to grow hard again. Panting heavily, he stepped back and winked at John. "Dude, this ain't exactly the place I had in mind for continuing my…therapy."

John nodded fast, grabbing his bags. "Let's get out of here." They practically raced to the car, breaking every speed limit between the arena and the motel. John bounced in place as Rob checked in and got the room key. Rob even hit a trashcan as he drove around the back of the building to find his room. Bags were dropped on the floor inside the door. Clothes were thrown around the room. They didn't even bother to turn down the covers before collapsing on the bed.



~Damn, he's really here. In my room, in my bed. Naked. Hard. I want to taste him. I want to know if he moans. Squeals. Talks dirty. I want to make him come, over and over, until there ain't a damn thing left in him. I want to hear him scream my name.~



A tongue flicked over John's ear, making him mewl like a kitten. Hands glided over his body, tracing every line, every ridge. Teeth on his nipples, first one then the other. Back and forth. Fingers tracing the sides of his hips, dipping down to grasp his erection. Stroking. He was begging, pleading for more. And he got it. Rob left the bed long enough to grab a bottle of lube from his bag before he returned, opening it up and coating his fingers.

Fingertips firmly tracing the puckered skin of his entrance before slipping inside. The pressure took some getting used to, but as John relaxed, Rob probed deeper inside. Another finger slid in, opening and closing inside him. the sensation was almost more than he could bear as Rob's fingers found the spongy mound inside and began to relentlessly brush over it.

Three fingers now. john's mind was reeling. Rob's breath was coming in ragged gasps as he anticipated what was about to happen. There was only a slight protest when he pulled his fingers from John's body. "Don't worry," Rob soothed. "You're gonna love what happens next." John couldn't speak as Rob slid his hard cock into him.

He tried his best to relax, to allow Rob entry into his heat. Slowly, inch by inch, Rob's cock began to fill him. when he started moving in and out, short, hard thrusts rocked him to the core. A hand around his cock. A cock in his ass. He had truly died and gone to heaven. Rob's face was a mask of concentration as he began to move faster, deeper, harder.

John felt his balls drawing into themselves, recognized the inevitable tightening for what it was, and wished it didn't have to be over so soon. Almost as if he had read his mind, Rob smiled down at him. "Don't worry, baby. I can do this over and over, all night long." John gasped. The thought of having Ron inside him all night…

His cock exploded. His ass tightened around Rob's cock, causing the most delicious friction. As john screamed out his name, Rob twitched inside him, filling him up. Hips pistoned at a frantic pace as both men came. Rob took a deep breath, holding himself up over John's sweat covered body before leaning down for a kiss.

He pulled out as gently as possible, then collapsed next to John, an arm thrown over his face. John lay still next to him. rob opened his eyes and looked at the man next to him before reaching over and pulling John next to him. the younger man curled up on his side, one arm across Rob's chest. They glanced at each other and their faces broke out in huge grins. "That was…" John began to say. "Yeah, it was."

They lay in silence, both lost in thought - until the rumbling of their stomachs caused them to laugh out loud. John stood and grabbed his pants from the pile of clothes in the floor before pulling them on. Rob watched him, a question on his face. "I saw a Wendy's on the way here," John said as he pulled on his shoes. "I'll go get us something to eat." Rob nodded. "Don't go anywhere," John said as he ran out the door.



~Dude, I wasn't planning on it. Hell, I don't think I could if I tried.~