Edge groaned as he sat in his plane seat. He hated flying, not only did you have to stay in your seat but it was dull and boring! It that wasn't bad enough, he was sore from his match with Undertaker and, he was hard as hell. As they went over all the directions he'd heard a thousand times before, everyone took they're seats as they prepared to take flight. Edge looked behind him to see that sitting a few rows back, was John Morrison. Seated next to Morrison was Randy Orton, next to Orton was Chris Jericho. Not far back from Jericho was Shawn Michaels, next to Shawn was Jeff Hardy and next to Jeff, Matt.

Looking back to the very last row was John Cena. John had his head phones on and was bobbing his head to the music. Edge grumbled, there wasn't anybody he hated more then John Cena. Hell, ever since the royal rumble he'd hated that man. John locked eyes with Edge, a smirk coming to his face; Edge growled turning back to face the front. Feeling glad he was on Smackdown. Edge soon found himself drifting off to sleep not long after take off.

Hands. They were all over, moving a crossed his shoulders, down his chest. A crossed his thighs, down his back, over his ass, down the back of his thighs. Moving back up to run threw his hair, glide a crossed his cheek before going down to cup his balls and, grip his member.

It was dark he couldn't see the face; all he could see was the body. The body he was abruptly pulled against. The body was rock hard muscle so it obvious it was a guy. The felt familiar but he couldn't place where. A body he'd wanted to feel against his for nearly two years and he couldn't place it. He felt a pair of subtle warm lips placed against his own. He moaned into the man's mouth. He felt the man slide down and engulf his member into his mouth. Edge moaned loudly as the man brought him to quick release.

He felt the man stroking him back to hardness before pushing him onto the bed and began stretching him. He moaned as the man quickly entered him with little to no pain. He could tell he wouldn't last long with the way his lover was thrusting erratically into him. Edge moaned throwing his head back as he exploded all over the hard muscular body. The man climaxed not long after Edge. Edge closed his eyes his eyes as the man kissed him again. When he opened them, the man's face came into the light. Edge was staring into the ocean blue eyes of one John Cena.

"Wake up dipshit we've landed"Cena growled as he shook Edge by shoulders roughly. Edge jumped away from, feeling the cold sweat on his face. How long had he been out? When he looked up he saw Shawn, Morrison and Jericho looking at him with matching grins.

"Just what the hell are you guys grinning about?" Edge asked glaring at them. "Did you know you were moaning in your sleep?" Jericho asked as he walked away laughing. Edge took a deep breath as Shawn burst out laughing following Jericho off the place.

"Edge, tell your pants it's not polite to point!" Morrison murmured shaking his head, smirk on his face as he walked away. "Must've been some dream." Randy muttered as Edge grabbed his belongings and followed Randy. "Some fucking dream indeed" Edge muttered as he claimed his bags. Cena brushed against him, and Edge shuddered as remnants of his dre-nightmare came back. "What's up with you, dreaming of me?" John asked smirking as Edge pushed past him roughly.

"Gees I was only kidding Copeland, damn. Either he can't take a joke or that dream must've freaked him out!" Cena exclaimed as he watched the disappearing form of Edge slowly fade in with the crowd. John touched his lips. "Wonder if he had the same seductive dream I did? Who knows"?

~ Fin.