Behind the desk

Shawn lifted John's head with a finger, "You're not nor will you ever be a whore. I know you better than that. John...I miss you..."

John broke down, throwing his arms around Shawn and cried into his shoulder. "I missed you, tiger... I-I slept with every man on the roster, and I got myself knocked up... I don't even know who the father is..." He cried. "Please don't leave me again..." He whimpered.

Shawn held him close, "I ain't gonna leave you again. I want to spend time with you. Becca's taking the kids and half of the money I earned wrestling. I ain't got nothin. I need you as that spark in my life."

Nolee felt Wade's finger enter her and she practically split her lip open trying to suppress a moan. "Wade...what if John walks back over here..." Justin said worried.

John wiped his eyes. "I love you Shawn... never stopped. And I'm sorry about your wife and kids... I know how much those kids meant to you. Y-You can stay with me if you don't have a place to go..." He said quietly, not wanting to let go of Shawn.

"Thank you John, thank you so much. Now what do you say we get over there and see your friends. I swear, the blonde must be a slut to let that man whose bigger than Hunter be doing that to her," laughed Shawn as he got up and walked with John over to the table.

John shook his head. "Actually, Nolee's usually conservative. She's a country girl.... but she's been hanging out with me too much. And... I learned from the best." He said, kissing Shawn on the cheek.

Shawn smirked, "Damn right you did. And Nolee...I've heard that name somewhere before..."

Nolee smiled as John and Shawn walked over to the table, though upset that Wade had stopped touching her. "Boys, work everything out?"

John smiled brightly. "Yeah, we did. Shawn, this is Nolee Lawler. Jerry's daughter." He introduced happily, sitting down and pulling Shawn into the seat next to him.

"Little Lawler!?" Shawn gaped, "I remember when you were running around backstage with no front teeth, beggin everyone to play pony with you."

Nolee blushed and laughed, suddenly embarrassed.

John chuckled. "Aw, Nolee! You musta been so damn adorable... what happened?" He joke, his thigh pressing against Shawn's as they moved closer to each other

Wade smiled, "I think she's still adorable. And a beautiful young woman." he extended his hand to Shawn, "Wade Barett. Perhaps you've heard of me."

John rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. You've been here for not even a year..." He muttered, feeling one of Shawn's hands on his thigh.

Wade smirked, "I've made my impression on the uppers."

"Uppers?" Nolee asked.

"The bosses, the legends."

John raised a brow. "Okay. tell me Shawn, you heard of Wade and his little group that almost broke my neck and almost destroyed the entire RAW roster?" He asked.

Shawn's eyes narrowed, "Yeah, the group that hurt my personal friend John Cena. You're all pathetic."

Wade bit the inside of his cheek, "Excuse me?"

John bit back a laugh. "You heard the man. And he's right. What you did to Cena was twisted." He muttered.

"Did you ever think me and Cena had an S&M relationship and it turned him on to be ordered around and beat down?" Wade growled.

Nolee blushed, leaning over to John, "What's S&M?"

John gagged. "Its the Sadism & Masochism in BDSM." He whispered. "And That's just.... oh god, I didn't wanna know that. All that bull... just to turn him on? Wow..." John sighed, shaking his head.

Nolee blushed, "Does...does that include giving orders?"

Wade smirked, "Now you know."

John shook his head. "I'm all for BDSM, but not to that extent. That's just fucking ridiculous." He sighed. "Look, lets finish eating and hit the strip. Shawn... I know you don't really drink like you used to but... will you join us?" He asked, gently squeezing Shawn's thigh.

Shawn smiled, "Only if you'll ride my motorcycle with me there."

Nolee looked at Wade, "Your...your sick..."

Wade leaned into her ear, "And yet you still want me to take you to the bedroom. What's that say about you. At least I'm not Micheal Cole."

John smiled. "Of course... just promise me we can fuck on it later..." He purred in ear so no one could hear, nipping at Shawn's ear.

Shawn smirked, "Of course. I'm gonna pound into that tight ass of yours."

Justin looked at his lap, feeling left out.

Wade smirked, "We're going to the bathroom Nolee. Now."

Nolee looked at John before saying, "Excuse me..."

John chuckled and tossed her a condom. "Be safe, children." He giggled before looking at Justin, feeling bad that he left him out. He whispered in Justin's ear. "That guy at the bar's been staring at you as if you were a greek god for the past 10 minutes. Go talk to him.'' He said, ushering Justing to go to the bar towards the man eyeing Justin up and down.

Shawn smirked, "You're teaching that young girl like I taught you, aren't you? And even with that Wade said, you're allowing her to go into the bathroom with him? I must not have taught you that if we know the guys a creep, we don't send our friends with them."