Remind Me

Mike groaned again, enjoying the feelings John was sending through him. The man was a pleasure machine, and he would more than gladly oblige in anything he wanted to do, no matter how bizzare or unfamiliar it is. "Come on, Johnny," he breathed.

Randy whimpered as John pushed in, not used to someone so big but loving how the pain mixed with pleasure. "Johnny... Fuck me hard. Make me scream," he growled, his nails digging into John's shoulders.

John smiled, gently biting down on Mike's nipple before pressing his cock again Mike's entrance. He slowly pushed in, not wanting to hurt him, and he wanted to enjoy the feeling of being squeezed, and hugged by Mike's tight heat. "Mikey..." He moaned, a little high pitch. No doubt John was usually a bottoming bitch, but once in a while, he needed to get this out of his system.

Cena plunged his cock deep into Randy's heat, and wasted no time and thrusting in and out of his tight entrance. It felt so good, plus the sounds Randy made... he missed this. He wanted to make Randy feel good, and he knew how.

Mike groaned as John slowly pushed into him. He usually topped, seeing as he was generally with people who were smaller, so it was nice to be able to be dominated especially by someone who didn't usually dominate.

Randy moaned and groaned, turning into a wonton slut on John, pushing himself back onto his cock, meeting his thrusts. "God, Johnny... So fucking big..." he groaned, dragging his nails down John's back.

Cena groaned and fucked Randy harder. "So fucking tight..." He hissed, slamming into Randy's sweet spot. His teeth scraped Randy's neck, loving the taste of him. He loved dominating Randy, turning him into his slut.

John groaned and started out slowly thrusting in and out of Mike. But his need grew, and eventually he was fucking Mike fast and hard, loving the tightness of the man. "Mike! So hot... so tight..." He moaned, his head buried in Mike's neck.

Randy cried out when John his his sweetspot pleasure shooting through his body. Warmth coiled in his groin and he wasn't sure if he would last much longer. "Johnny," he breathed, reaching down and stroking himself. "Im not sure how long," he panted, unable to finish his statement.

Mike moaned and groaned unable to believe how much pleasure this man was giving him. His thought before was right. He WAS a pleasure machine, and it was crazy. He felt so fucking good, especially when he went faster.

John let out loud groans and moans. "Mike!" He shrieked as they went, his climax approaching. He reached between them, stroking Mike' member in time with his hard and quick thrusts.

Cena shooed Randy's hand away and stroked him for him, making so it was in sync with his thrusts. "Cum for me baby." He whisper din his ear, his own orgasm on the edge. He let out a groan, not being able to hold back anymore. He released long and hard inside of Randy.

Randy moaned loudly, the words mixed with the feeling of John cumming inside him forcing his own orgasm to release, white, sticky fluid coating John's hand and their chests.

Mike moaned loudly, cumming long and hard without warning. John sent so many shocks and feeeling through him, he came without even knwoing he was so close. He slumped against the floor, panting heavily.

John panted and pulled out after he came long and hard inside Mike, filling him to the brim. He sluggishly pulled them to the bed and John collapsed on it. He was exhausted. He was worn out. Mentally and physically. He could barely move, and he didn't even bottom.

Cena caught his breath and pulled out, laying next to Randy on the bed and spooning him from behind, holding him close. He loved the feel of Randy in his arms. Johnny boy made a mistake of letting this man go.

Randy pressed close to John, sighing softly, loving the feeling of being held. He closed his eyes, smiling softly and slowly falling asleep exhausted from everthing, mentally, physically and emotionally.

Mike laid on the bed next to John and held him closed, closing his eyes and relaxing against John and falling asleep, thankful to have the man he loved so much in his arms. Randy made a huge mistake by letting him get away. Mike would never willingly let that happen.

Cena held Randy close, his arm wrapped around Randy's waist. He wasn't letting this man get away, not like Johnny did. He wasn't going to drive the man away with constant fighting and bitching. He'd love Randy.

John rested his head on Mike's chest, snuggling close to him. His eyes fluttered shut and he slept peacefully, hoping to forget how ad Randy hurt him, and all that pain that went along with it.

Randy sighed softly in his sleep, John and Johnny in his dreams.

Johnny was fighting wih him again, but this time was different. He was angry, and yelling at Randy like never before.

John was standing next to him, glaring at Johnny. "He's not worth all this pain, Randy. Come home with me."

And Randy did. And when he looked back at Johnny, the brunette was laughing at him, holding Mike close.

Mike dreamt of John, and the happiness they were going to share. He wasn't letting Randy get him back, and he would do anything to keep John with him. Anything.

John had a fitful dream. He had to choose between Mike and Randy. But to be honest... he'd rather kill himself than choose. But He did love Randy. Randy would always have that special spot in his heart. That he couldn't deny. He was still in love with Randy. but Mike was making him better...

Cena had dreams of simply him and Randy. They were happy. No Johnny. He never liked the little brat. Always so demanding and bitchy. It was exhausting and he wasn't going to let him have Randy back. Ever.

Mike woke up the next morning, smiling when he saw John in his arms. The events of last night flooded his head and he smiled even more, happy that he finally got the man of his dreams.

Randy was awake early the next morning feeling better than he had the night before. His ass was sore, but he had expected that. He showered slowly, washing his body carefully before stepping out, wrapping a towel around his waist and walking back into the room.

John slowly awoke, his head on Mike's chest. He smiled and rested his chin on his new lover's chest, smiling slightly. "Hey." He whispered, kissing his chest lightly before sitting up and stretching.

Cena awoke when he heard Randy come back into the room. He sat up and stretching his thick muscles. "Morning." He murmured with a tired smile, his eyes grazing Randy's body.

Mike smiled at Johnny. "Hey," he said softly reaching out and running a hand down John's soft back. "How'd you sleep? Well, I hope."

Randy smiled and John. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he teased, walking over to his stuff and pulling on a pair of boxers. He turned back to John. "Sleep well?"

Cena smiled and nodded sluggishly. "Yup, very. I'mma shower now." He said, getting up. He kissed Randy before heading to shower, feeling good from last night's events.

A little shiver crawled up John's spine when Mike stroked his back, a small smile gracing his lips from the warn touch. "So how about we shower and grab some breakfast before we head off to the airport, yeah?"

Randy chuckled and went back to his things, pulling out clothes for the day. He pulled out a chain to wear and looked down at his hand, which still had his ring on it. He sighed and pulled it off dropping it into a compartment in his luggage before zipping it up. He put on some cologne and walked over to the bed, sitting down and sighing.

Mike smiled. "Yeah, that sounds good," he said and sat up, stretching a bit. "I'll start up the shower and meet ya in there," he said and kissed his cheek before jumping off the bed and heading to the bathroom, starting the shower.

John nodded and watched Mike go, smiling a bit. He looked down at his hand, noticing his ring. His heart twisted a bit. he shakily, slowly slipping it off, staring at it in his hand before quickly zipping it up in one of his suitcases. He got up and joined Mike in the shower.

Cena finished his shower and got dressed. He mentally smiled, seeing how Randy's ring finger lacked a ring. He wrapped and arm around Randy's waist and kissed him. "Let's go get breakfast, yeah?" He asked, not knowing they'd see Johnny and Mike as well.

Mike smiled when Johnny joined him and was perfectly content just washing each other and being close to his new lover. He had noticed sometime during the shower that John had taken of his ring and smiled, glad that John was showing that he was moving on.

Randy smiled and nodded. "That sounds amazing," he said, his stomach grumbling. He was always hungry, so food was always a good thing for him. "It's like you read my mind," he smiled. John knew him so well.

John let Mike wash his hair, sighing in contentment. When they finished, they got dressed, John taking Mike's hand as they went down to breakfast. John was smiling and laughing on the way, thanks to Mike cracking jokes or making a fool of himself by tripping. It what Johnny wanted. To smile, wanting to move on from Randy.

Cena beamed. "I'm magical, tis why." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around Randy's waist as they left the hotel room. They headed to the hotel restaurant. He scowled a bit when he saw Mike and Johnny. God how that little brat annoyed the crap out of him. Even if Randy hurt, he was glad they were separated.

When they got to the restaurant, the sat in a booth, kind of secluded from the rest of place so they wouldn't be bombarded. "I'm so hungry," he chuckled, looking at the menu, though he pretty much knew what he wanted to eat.

Randy chuckled. "Sure, let's go with that," he said, rolling his eyes at John as they walked into the restaurant. He didn't see Mike and Johnny until they passed them. He gulped a bit, watching as Johnny smiled and laughed with Mike. It was clear Johnny had moved in as well.

Johnny glanced over, seeing Randy and Cena. He bit his lip and looked away down at his feet. It seemed he and Cena we're already cozy with each other. He'd moved on pretty quickly. He sighed and sat close to Mike, resting his head on his shoulder. "When we get to the next town, I have a therapists appointment... wanna come with?"

Cena gently squeezed Randy's hand. "Ignore them." He whispered and sat them down at a booth, his hand on Randy's knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze before he looked through the menu, starving something fierce.

Mike had seen John and Randy and knew that that was why Johnny was so upset. "Sure. If you want me to be there for ya, I'll be there. You know that. I'm always there for ya, day or night," Mike said. And he was. He would do anything for Johnny. Anything.

Randy nodded and leaned against John, looking for the comfort only he could give Randy, even when he and Johnny had been together. "I will," he said and looked through the menu with John, though his mind was on how fast Johnny had gotten with Mike.

Johnny smiled softly and kissed Mike's cheek. "Thank you." He whispered before they ordered their food. He still couldn't believe how quickly Randy had forgotten about him. He kind of hurt... a lot.

Cena smiled. "Good." He said, looking through the menu for something good. After they ordered the food, Cena looked at Randy. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He breathed, his hand on Randy's thigh, not knowing its what Johnny used to tell him.

Mike smiled and kissed his cheek. "Ignore them, baby. That's the past. Ya gotta look to your future," he said softly, running a hand through his hair. "We're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay."

The words pierced Randy's heart in two different ways. It felt good to hear that, especially from someone he had feeling like this for. But it hurt because Johnny used to tell him that all the time. "I've been told," he said, hoping John would get the hint.