Can't Be Strong

"N-No but your mad a m-me" Mike stuttered out, letting the tears fall down his cheeks.

"I..." John tilted his head to the side, wiping a few tears away with his thumb. He didn't really know to react.

Well at least John wasn't crying anymore, Mike thought to himself as he drove. He forced himself to sob and make the tears fall faster.

"Quit it." John pouted. "You don't get to push me, then be comforted too."

"Y-You started it! I was just trying to make it so your drunk ass wouldn't kill any one!" Mike wailed.

John moved back a bit, startled.
"Uh..." He didn't know what to say.

"St-Stop being mad a m-me!" Mike cried, wiping tears from his eyes and glaring at the road in front of him.

John reached out and laid a hand on Mike's shoulder.
"I... I'm sorry?" He wasn't sure what he was really apologizing for but he didn't like seeing Mike cry.

Mike wiped his tears and sniffled a few times. For the rest of the drive he watched John from the corner of his eye.

John stayed silent until they reached the hotel.
"Thank you." He said quietly.

This surprised Mike, he hadn't expected this. He turned to John and cocked his head to the side. "For what?"

"Drivin' me here." John said. He was acting a little sober now, but one whiff of his breath told you otherwise.

"Okay, do you want to spend the night with me?" Mike asked and he hoped he was not out of line.

"If you want me to." John said, slightly taken aback at the offer.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind, if not ill be alone tonight and to tell the truth I don't want to be...."

"I don't want to be alone either." John said quietly, looking at his feet.

Mike grinned at him. "Well the great, well be fine together. I have been along for too long, one night with company will help." Mike got out and opened John's door for him.

John slowly stepped out.
Usually he would have been wary about this. Sure, he was John Cena, he could easily take out Mike if he tried anything... but who knew what could happen if they were alone? But he was drunk and his judgement was off.

Mike led the way to his room and locked the door behind him. He was a wrestler but still, he was cautious. Mike pointed to one of the two beds. "You can have that one." And then he plopped down on the other.

John nodded and slowly laid down on the bed, back facing Mike.

Mike's eyes slipped shut but before he let sleep take him he had a question. "John....why did you get drunk like this? Do you have a reason? Its not like you....." He trailed off.

John was slightly shocked, he was almost asleep when Mike asked.
"Have you not been watching raw? I'm Wade Barret's fucking bitch." He slurred, sleepily.

Mike hummed. "You no ones bitch....not in my eyes anyways." And soon Mike's soft snores filled the room.

John soon dozed off himself.
His mind was full of horrible thoughts, things that Wade could do to him. Things he could be forced to do.

Mike was having a very wet dream about him and John Cena. He was enjoying them bunches.