Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story.

A/N: Okay, I had this on my mind for a while now and I just had to write it… it's a bit different from what I'm used to but I decided to give it a try. So this is mainly a Cena/Orton, even when a third character is thrown in the first few chapters.

Rating: M for later chapters, sexual content (MMF) and language.

The Things You Do

Randy Orton was a damn tease; that was the only thought that would constantly run through the clouded mind of John Cena as he casually stood against the door of said man's hotel suite door, arms folded up against his chest and his eyes fixed intently on the scene unfolding right in front of him.

A fucking damn tease and an evil, evil man…

Sure, one could debate that his own state of mind was also down in the gutter and that his intention when taking the elevator and walking through that door had been anything but pure; but unlike Randy… he hadn't planned the whole thing… the opportunity just presented itself and he took it.

So yeah, maybe he wasn't Saint Cena but what the fuck, he has been a good boy all year round and he was sure that Santa was not going to give him what he wanted. No, Santa would only give him coal so if he really wanted him, he would have to get it himself; and if by getting him himself only meant that he would stand with his back to the door watching then so be it.

Shaking his head in a mix of amazement and wonder, the older man licked his lips and kept looking, his mind going back to the events that happened earlier that night.

It had all started at the after party of SummerSlam, where he along with the entire WWE crew went out to celebrate the second biggest event of the year culminating in complete success. As it often happened in reunions like that, he ended up having way too many shoots while socializing. He mixed, he joked around, he drank everything that was shoved to his face and of course, before the night could be over he was close to being drunk out of his mind.

He didn't mind, the after-party was at the same hotel he was staying and in the worst case scenario he would just end up being dragged up to his room; or at least that was his plan for the night.

But that has been until Randy fucking Orton came along and changed everything.

Now, John has known Randy longer than he has known anyone in the WWE. They went back to their days at OVW and their rise to the top in the WWE was a journey they basically made together. Professionally they had a lot in common; personally they couldn't be any more different… and that they had remains friends through all those years was one of those mysteries of life John would never understand.

But there was more to that, at least on his part because almost since day one, John had liked Randy in ways he couldn't explain to the other man without changing the nature of their friendship. He was just… fuck, the man looked almost like a fucking Greek God; he even acted like one and John just couldn't help but to feel attracted to him.

He never did anything about that brewing attraction, he knew his limitations and he had made peace with the fact Randy Orton was just out of his league; he could have anyone… anyone… but not Randy.

But that night has been different, and when Randy Orton came to him bragging about how he had yet another Diva eating out of the palm of his hand, John had looked at him through half closed eyes and snorted.

It was no joke, Randy swore to that, and according to him that night he was going to have Maryse in his bed and thus he was going to provide her boyfriend Mike with a nice set of horns.

John believed him because one, Randy was a jerk like that and two, because he has seen the looks those two were exchanging all night long and with the amount of alcohol the Viper has been downing, he knew he could get bold enough to take the pretty blonde up to his room while Mike remained back at the party.

But that has not been all, that was just when the night started to get interesting for John because after a quick chat were Randy only talked about the things he was going to do to her, he invited him up to his room too, swearing to God that if he wanted they could share.

At that Cena has laughed, he had no interest in the French-Canadian like at all; but Randy in his drunken behavior had insisted that he was sure Maryse would be very willing to take them both because she was European and European girls did about anything.

That was how drunk Randy was…

And well, even though John wanted to tell his mischievous friend that Maryse was not European but Canadian and even when a voice deep inside his head was telling him that he was really messed up if he was considering the invitation, he plain and simply accepted.

What could he say? He was only human, he was drunk and the thought of going away with them was more than appealing; even if he had to stay standing there watching Orton fucking the blonde out of her wits.

"This woman is a damn tease." Randy snorted huskily from his place at the sofa before he looked up towards John. "Don't you think?"

Tilting his head to the side and unable to stop his lips from curving into a wicked smile, John Cena blinked a couple of times as he stared directly into the darkened eyes of Randy Orton. "A tease, really?"

Now… Cena hadn't been paying too much attention to the woman but no, he wouldn't say that she was being a tease. Actually, if he would put the stamp of a tease to someone in that room it would be to Randy. After all, in his impaired mind John was sure that everything the man was doing was to tease him into losing the control he has imposed upon himself whenever he was dealing with the Legend Killer.

At Randy's words, Maryse threw her head back and allowed a raspy laugh that resonated all through the room to escape pass her lips.

"I'm not a tease." She said in a purr, her thick accent making her words sound sweeter.

"Sure you are." Randy mumbled as he circled his arm around her waist and forced her down into his lap. "Or what, did you think I brought you here so we could talk about the weather?"

Once again, Maryse laughed out loud; only that this time she moved her legs at either side of Randy so that she could end up straddling him, her hands resting against his chest while she licked her lips in anticipation.

John watched that, taking especial notice of the way Randy's lips curved into a sly smile while his hands came to settle right underneath her micro dress; probably feeling her real nice while bringing her closer to him.

So yeah, that he wasn't into her didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy watching the reactions of Randy while he was with her. It would be like… like a small treat, a glimpse into something he might never have to opportunity to see again.

"What about your friend over there?" She whispered lustily and John had to tear his eyes from Randy's hands so he could take a look at her.

She was looking at him, her lips curving into a grin and her eyes scanning him all over.

Almost as if he had forgotten that John was still standing there, Randy looked up to him and then laughed. "John… come up here, I want you to meet someone."

Lifting a hand to his jaw, John squinted his eyes. He was drunk, true… but he was pretty damn sure that he had already met Maryse, after all they had been working in the same company for what, five years?

But he went anyway, his feet moving on their own accord until he found himself standing besides the sofa. The two human beings sitting over it so close that he could touch them both if he did as much as extending his hand.

"Here he is."

Humming, Maryse rolled her eyes and tapped a finger to her lips. "Wow, what am I going to do with you two big guys?"

Cena cleared his throat and Randy snorted. "Babe, you don't have to do anything… let us do the work here." After saying that, Randy lean forward so he could kiss Maryse, but before his lips could touch hers, the Diva pulled back and lifted her head towards John.

"Actually… I was thinking…" Shrugging and rolling her eyes again, the blonde arched an eyebrow. "That maybe I want you to kiss him."

"What?" Orton chuckled, his brows furrowing and his pointy eye teeth pecking between his lips.

On his part, John stole a quick glance at the woman and then moved his eyes back to Orton. Did she just say…?

"You know, kiss… if you want me to play nice with both of you then you'll do this little thing for me."

Shaking his head, Randy snorted. "What if I want to kiss you?"

Maryse didn't seem to be bothered and shrugging; she turned back to Cena and smiled. "What about you big guy, you want to kiss me?"

Ha, as if… but deciding to go a different path than Orton, he nodded his head yes and sat down in the sofa to do it. What was a kiss anyway?

But much like she did with Orton, Maryse pulled away and placed a finger to his lips. "Then you know what to do, a kiss for a kiss; you kiss him, and I'll let you kiss me and maybe even more."

Drunk and apparently with no trace rationality running through his mind, the former WWE champion simply turned his head away from Maryse's and got closer to Orton's. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world he closed the distance between the two and stole a little peck out of his lips.

It was basically nothing; he didn't even have time to engrave in his mind how did it feel…

"John, what the fuck." Randy complained in a groan as he drew back.

John tried to act casual and ignoring the way his heart was beating hard into his chest, he tried to act as if he didn't mind the other man too much; then after that little act he went back to face Maryse, forcing out a smile that displayed his dimples into full view.

"So where's my kiss?"

The French-Canadian laughed delighted. "Uff, that was nice John, and I was here thinking that you were the shy one."

With no more preambles and without climbing out of Randy's lap, the blonde moved her hand to the nape of his neck and before he could register everything that was happening, he was being kissed long and deep.

Now, it has been such a long time since he last kissed a woman that in the first initial seconds he had to fight hard against the urge of laughing at the absurdity of it all; but as time started to crawl and the deeper Maryse kissed him, the more he started to enjoy himself.

But it was sill funny, in a weird kind of way; because just like a song he has heard not so long ago, he was kissing a girl and she tasted like cherry. He kind of liked it too and to get even more into the mood he went farther than he would have think and rested his hand to her right breast, cupping her through the fabric of her little black dress.

"Okay, okay… this… I don't want to be left out." Randy said separating them and Maryse giggled.

"I want to see you kiss him, I've always wanted to see two guys kissing."

Getting hit by an idea, John moved his hands to Maryse's waist and then he easily lifted her up from Randy's lap and placed her on his own lap, making her sit in the same position she was before, with her legs at each side of him.

"Forget him, you and I can have a lot of fun." Smiling and hoping that his friend would act as the Randy he knew him to be, John went for another kiss and placed both hands right over her ass, pushing her to him even more.

And yeah, just like he has been expecting, Randy stopped him by snatching the blonde out of his lap and placing her over the bed.

"I said I don't want to be left out, this is my fucking room and I won't sit here watching you two getting cozy with each other."

Maryse laughed, sitting between the two men. "You don't don't know how to play nice, Randy; I think I'll go back to the party."

"The fuck you are." Randy hissed and before Cena could even blink, the younger man kneeled over the bed and roughly grabbed the back of his neck to pull him towards him; making their lips crash together in what he could consider as the worst kiss ever.

But even though the kiss was lacking in emotion and consisted on Randy pressing his lips to his without doing anything else, John couldn't help but to take joy in the moment. After all the lips glued to his were Randy's and the beard that was scratching his skin was Randy's as well…

It was just unbelievable.

"Oh My God," Maryse said way too dramatically. "But guys… you know you have to do better than that, right?"

Feeling Randy pulling away, John smiled. Not that Orton or Maryse would know, because as soon as his lips tore away from John's, the tattooed man grabbed Maryse the same way he grabbed him by the nape of his neck and pushing her until she was laying flat on her back, he started to kiss her.

Watching him kiss her like that, so raw and full of passion while laying on top of her and as her hands sneaked underneath his shirt made him stir a little and he adjusted his pants to be more comfortable. He wanted Randy to kiss him like that and he wondered if that night his wish would come true.

Who knew, but he had a good feeling about that night and yes, he had to thank Maryse for it…

TBC?

A/N: Okay, I had to divide this in two because I ran out of time to write and trust me, if I leave this un-posted I'll never finish it. Hope you enjoyed ;)