awritinglilypea | WWE Fic: Title Breeding

Title: Title Breeding
Fandom:WWE
Pairing:Cena/J.Hardy
Rating: R
Summary: Jeff and John celebrate on their own.
Notes:For

steamy_moments on this, the seventh day of Christmas (half past midnight, shhh)

Jeff placed the WWE Title on the bed in front of him, kneeling on the floor he rested his chin on his hand and stroked his fingers along the metal. He couldn’t deny that he felt like while doors to the future with the company had been opened that so much of his past was being locked away. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to get rid of it or not, wasn’t sure if he could be strong enough to carry the company on his own.

But this…a small smile lit his face and he sat up, running his hand along the belt almost like a child with a new toy. He was reverent in his observation of the title, along with the freshly plated tag with his name scrawled on it.

“It’s not going to disappear if you stop looking at it for five seconds,” John’s voice came softly into his consciousness.

He couldn’t help his own happiness, and he had definitely yelled out loud when Jeff had hoisted that belt, the belt he had helped create or rather, make unique, above his multi-coloured head.

“I promise the title will be okay if you spend a few moments with me, you can put it next to mine, they can have a little party,” he joked.

Jeff laughed to himself and stood up, he picked up the title and crossed the room, putting it on the small kitchen-like table next to John’s before striding back to the bed and lying down next to him. He pecked him on the lips then rolled onto his back, grinning to himself.

“Do you think they’ll make little title babies?” He asked, joking around. It had been awhile since he felt this relaxed; relaxed enough to truly let his guard down and just not think about how he was the resident screw up and everyone was just waiting for him to fail. As far as he was concerned he’d made it.

“I don’t think so, sorry babe,” John rolled on top of him, using his knee to push the other man’s legs apart so he wouldn’t hurt him and kissed him softly on the lips.

“But if you want babies there’s always practice, even if neither of us can get pregnant,” he told him, grinning wickedly.

Leaning up for another kiss Jeff hissed softly when John wrapped strong fingers in his hair and pulled his head back so he could suck at his adam’s apple.

“Oooh so this is how we’re going to play it,” he commented lightly, chuckling low in his throat and allowing the waves of pain and pleasure to wash over him.

“Of course,” John grinned, flashing teeth at him in a way that was reminiscent of an animal about to claim it’s mate and nipped at his throat again.

“Let’s celebrate.”