I know, I need another new story like I need a hole in my head. :) However, I guess I have a Miz muse because he has been bugging me for a while now to do this fic. So, here you go my Miz Muse. I hope all you nice readers out there enjoy. Oh yeah, and John Cena is also in here with John Morrison so...I tried to make it not confusing. I will basically refere to John Cena as 'Cena' to lessen confusino with the two Johns.

Chapter 1

Mike "The Miz" Mizanin was shocked when he walked in. His breath caught quick in his throat when he saw John…and John clinging to the covers and each other. Their eyes grew wide as they were found out. John "Morrison" Hennigan ran a hand through his hair and worked his mouth wordlessly. Cena just sat up clutching the sheet in one fists and he just blinked stupidly at Mike. Mike stepped back and bumped into the dresser. Some things rattle around and John's hair gel toppled off onto the floor. Mike's eyes filled with angry tears.

"Mike, I-I…" Hennigan stuttered. His dark eyes cast downwards admitting their guilt. Mike grabbed his suitcase from the chair he had dumped it in the night before and began stuffing things into it. "Mike, don't leave…we can talk…"

Cena crawled out of bed turning red faced. He gathered his clothes and put his shorts on.

"We're not talking John. How many times do you think this can happen? You and Cena just can't seem to keep your hands off each other!" Mike clenched his teeth tighter angrily, a tear slipped down his cheek and he wiped it away on the back of his hand. He felt like he should march across the room and punch his boyfriend in the nose. Then he should shove his foot half way up Cena's rear. However, he would do neither. It wasn't in his character and even with what he had just witnessed he couldn't bring himself to lay a hand on Hennigan. Instead, he wadded up a few last things and shoved them into his suitcase.

"Where-where are you going?" Hennigan asked in a quiet, near whisper.

"I can get my own room. We're done splitting, split with him next time!" Mike found Cena's hat laying on the table and he threw it across the room. It hit the bigger man in his chest. Cena bent to pick it up and fixed it on his head.

"Mike, it won't happen again. Don't blame John. It was my fault." Cena tried to take blame but Mike sent a hard glare at his now former boyfriend.

"That's getting old John, really old!" Mike shouted so loud the people in the next room probably heard. He pushed past Cena and a couple more tears leaked from his eyes but at this point he was mostly overwhelmed with rage. The hurt and sadness would hit him later, and like a ton of bricks. Mike slammed the door and walked out.

"Great, just fucking great!" John Hennigan yelled. He threw the covers away from his naked form and stomped over to where his jeans and underwear lay in a crumple on the floor. He pulled his clothes on grumbling to himself.

"John, I'm sorry. This whole thing was my fault."

Hennigan turned to see Cena behind him. His voice was quiet and his eyes were alight with concern.

"It's not just your fault. He's right. We can't keep our hands off each other. This has gone on for a long time." John sighed loudly. He didn't understand everything he had been doing. He loved Mike. They had hooked up shortly after Mike had debuted in WWE and they had been inseparable since. Well, inseparable except when Hennigan found himself in the arms of John Cena. With Cena it was only lust at first and the times he and John found themselves together were few and far between. Mike had caught them once when they hadn't been secret fuck buddies very long and John had promised it would be no more. The promise was kept for as long as the two Johns could manage to hold out but they found that they were both drawn back to each other despite Hennigan being in a long term relationship with a man he claimed to love.

Cena had expressed his concerns. He didn't want to break anyone up. But Hennigan had assured him Mike wouldn't find out again. Despite both men being concerned for the relationship at stake, they couldn't stop what they had started. They tried to tell themselves that Mike wouldn't find them again. Their second bout of secretive physical interactions had stayed under wraps for so long they had both began to believe the that their second affair could stay a secret. Tonight had obviously proved that lie wrong.

"What are you going to do?" Cena wrapped his hands around the other man's waist and drew him close for a moment, but then he released him. "Sorry." He mumbled. Hennigan pressed a light kiss to Cena's lips.

"Don't be. I…have a choice to make." The two Johns held each others gaze, one set of dark eyes held another set of blue ones. "I either go after Mike and once again beg his forgiveness or…"

There was a silence in the room as Hennigan considered his second option. He closed his eyes against the conflicts that warred in his head.

"Or what?" Cena asked burrowing his fingers into Hennigan's long hair.

"What are we John?" Hennigan let out a sigh. "I'm so confused."

"I know." Cena pressed his lips together in thought. "I think what we started out as has developed into something else…but I don't know exactly what. I just know…if you don't patch things up with Mike…I want you to know I wouldn't mind us taking things to another level."

"I think maybe we already have. God, I don't know!" Hennigan pulled away from John and paced the room.

"Do you still love Mike?"

"I thought I did. I don't want him to go. I don't want you to go."

"Let me know what you decide, okay?" Cena gave a smile to John and squeezed his shoulder before turning to leave. Hennigan couldn't help but watch the man's backside as he did. He immediately chastised himself. What are you doing? Go find Mike.

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