Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2008 03:43:27 -0500
From: Jonathon Jefferies <itsmonkeywolfnoz@aol.com>
Subject: Hangin With the Champ - Part 5

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect the
true sexual preferences of any of the characters mentioned herein.
Truthfully, I don't know if any of the WWE superstars are gay, including
John Cena, and even if I did, I would respect them enough to not go
blurting it out in a public forum. Anyway, hope you enjoy this!


"You look a little uncomfortable there, buddy," Wes commented. Jeff sat in
the booth, squirming, trying to discreetly scratch his balls through his
jeans. He just looked at Wes, seated to his left, with a look of discomfort
on his face. Across the table, John let out a barely audible chuckle while
taking a swig from his bottle of Bud Light.

Jeff diverted his gaze to John. "You're such an asshole...," he muttered.

"Whoa! What was that all about?!" Ty interjected, leaning forward to look
past Wes at Jeff.

 "He stole my underwear," Jeff said, gesturing across the table toward the
shady character with his beer, looking around, aloof, as if he had no idea
what was going on. He had his hat pulled down so that brim rested just
above his eyes. "I'm not used to this whole free- ballin' thing--it
chafes...it chafes." He accented his statement by blatantly scratching his
balls this time.

The guys all laughed. Alex, seated across from Ty, chimed in. "Well, I
guess it's good you shave down there and all. I'll rub 'em down with some
baby oil when we get back if ya want." He waited a moment for the guys to
crack up. Instead, looking around, he saw all the repulsed faces at the
table. "I'm such a gay...," he said, bowing his head.

"Aww, it's ok, buddy," John said, sliding over and putting his arm around
Alex's shoulders. "You guys are a really freaky bunch! And hey, Jeff,
man. I have no clue what you're talkin' about with the underwear thing. You
know I'd never do somethin' like that."

"Psh! Yea, ok..." Jeff took a swig from his Corona. "I've known you maybe
seven hours, and I know that you would do somethin' like that."

John, who still had his arm around Alex, looked at Jeff with a look of hurt
on his face.  "I'm hurt," he said, putting his left hand to his chest. His
eyebrows were scrunched together and his lips were all pouty--he looked
cute as hell, quite frankly. Turning his attention toward Ty, he extended
his open hand out, looking for support.  "Ty...buddy...would I ever do
something like that?"

"Nah, man! Jeff's always makin' shit up like that," he replied.

"Yea, he's probably got 'em on right now; he just wants an excuse to play
with his balls," Wes added.

John laughed, looking over at Jeff with a kind look in his eyes, as if to
say 'I'm just teasin' ya.' He topped it off with a warm, little smile, as
he released Alex and slid back over to his spot.

Jeff flipped into defense mode. "You know what," he scoffed, "fuck you
guys! I gotta go to the bathroom; get me another beer." Ty slid out of the
booth, followed by Wes to let him out. He stormed off in a huff as the guys
slid back into their seats.

"I feel bad now," John declared, once Jeff was out of earshot.

"Nah, don't feel bad," Wes said. "This is how we always are. He's not
really pissed--we just do it all for laughs. We're constantly bustin' each
other's balls and actin' like we're upset or something. I dunno--I know it
sounds weird. Just no idea how else to explain it..."

"Nah, I gotcha," John answered. "I just hope he's not actually pissed about
us teasing him and me taking his underwear. I know you guys are easy-goin'
and all, but, sometimes, I know a guy can only take so much. Jeff's a
really cool guy, and I don't want him to hate me being we just met and
all." He started playing nervously with his beer bottle, feeling a sense of
regret at the thought of haven taken things too far.

Just then, the waitress walked up to the table with a tray full of baskets
of various burgers and fries for the guys. "Here you go, fellas! One Royal
Red Robin Burger." Alex raised his hand. "One Monster Burger." Wes raised
his hand. "One Bacon Cheeseburger."

"That's me!" Ty exclaimed.

The waitress continued. "One Whiskey River BBQ Chicken Burger--no mayo."
John raised his hand. "I got one more here...one 'Shroom Turkey Burger?"

John answered, "Ohh yea, that's Jeff's. I'll take it--he's just in the
bathroom." Taking the basket from the waitress, he, carefully, placed it
across from him where Jeff was sitting.

"Alright, then," she quipped, as if to say 'TMI.' "Can I get you guys
anything else?"

John answered, again, "He wanted another Corona--I'll take another Bud
Light."

"I guess I'll take another Coke--I hate being 20, watchin' you bastards
with your damn beers," Ty scoffed.

The waitress laughed and looked to the remaining two. "How 'bout you's
two?"

"Nah, I'm good," Wes replied, holding up his Yuengling bottle and tipping
it toward the waitress. He wanted to take it easy with the alcohol, being
it was a Monday night and he had an 8 o'clock class the next day, but he
couldn't resist having one to celebrate with Jeff.

"Me, too," Alex added. Being the most responsible one, even though one
might not expect it, he opted to be a good boy and just stick to cola. He
turned toward John, taking on an uncharacteristically serious tone. "I
don't think he really was pissed. You're just not used to the way we are
around each other. If he is, though, he'll cool off and come back like
nothing happened. He definitely is cool like that. He's like our best
friend. I mean, he's all about having fun and making the most out of
life. He refuses to let little things bother him anymore, since, well, I
probably shouldn't say anything..."

John looked a little confused. "What is it," he asked, wanting Alex to
continue.

The mood at the table became somewhat somber. Not sure how to continue, the
boys looked around at each other, as if they were asking one another what
they should do. Wes broke the silence. "Well, you see, Jeff had cancer a
couple years back. He had to miss a year of school and everything while he
was out fighting it. He's fine now, but it kinda changed his whole outlook
on things, ya know? That and there's that fear about the chance of it
always coming back and stuff. He just wants to be able to do all he can
with himself now in case, God forbid, that were to happen. Every day is
important to him.  He's definitely been though a lot, and he's one tough
dude--I dunno how he handled it as well as he did, aside from all the other
shit he's had to deal with in his life..."

"Hey, hey!" Jeff interjected, rounding the corner and appearing, suddenly,
at the head of the table--he definitely didn't appear angry or upset. "Did
I miss anything?"

"Nah, son!" Ty, enthusiastically, answered back. "Our shit's here, though."
The crowd at the table all perked up to make it seem like nothing was going
on.

"Well, let me in, asshole!" Jeff shot back. "I'm starvin' and want me some
of that 'Shroom Burger!" Ty and Wes slid out again so Jeff could hop back
in to his seat. Before sitting down completely, he took notice to Wes's
Monster Burger. "Christ, you're such a fatty." Wes just responded by
pinching Jeff's nipple, causing an impromptu slap fight between the
two. Eventually, they settled down and composed themselves.

"What took you so long? Were you pooping in there?" Alex questioned. Jeff
just smiled and shook his head while the others laughed. The waitress
returned soon after Jeff did with the drink refills, as the five went into
eating mode. The conversation died down a little bit as they were eating,
but there was still some random chatter going on here and there amongst the
group. John, however, hadn't really said much since Jeff got back from the
bathroom. Instead, he kept looking up at Jeff, intermittently, saddened by
the story he had heard earlier. Eventually, Jeff became aware of John's
unusual silence and tuned to look at him; his face was expressionless,
absent of that fire and energy that it typically had as he stared down at
the table, mindlessly tossing fries around in his basket.

Concerned, Jeff asked, "Everything alright?"

John's head shot up, making eye contact with Jeff. Slowly, he returned his
attention to the basket. "Ohh yea, I'm fine. I think I just might be a
little tired or somethin'. No big deal," he said.

"Yea, I hear that," Jeff replied, attempting to sympathize, even though he
could tell something was up. He didn't want to push the issue, however, and
just let it drop. Inside, though, he was hoping that he hadn't done
something wrong.

The boys slowly finished up one-by-one. The waitress had already dropped
off the check, and the staff at the restaurant had begun to clean up around
them. Curious, Jeff pulled out his phone and noted that it was 12:15--the
restaurant had closed at midnight. He didn't want the night to end, but he
couldn't fight the fatigue he was experiencing as he stifled back a
yawn. "Should we pay and get out of here?"

"I got this, fellas--don't worry about it," John declared, whipping out his
wallet. He pulled out a hundred dollar bill and placed it in the
checkbook. Looking around, he saw a bunch of stunned looks on the boys'
faces. Chuckling, he asked, "What?"

"Wow...," was all Alex could manage to get out.

Wes attempted to clarify the situation. "Well, you see, we're kinda
broke-ass college students. We don't exactly get to even see C-notes like
that very often."

John let out another chuckle. "Well, that's why I don't mind payin' for all
you guys. My way of thanking you for a night out. Otherwise, my ass would
probably be back at the hotel room right now, flippin' through channels,
tryin' to find something to do to keep from goin' crazy."

"Thanks!" exclaimed Ty, randomly.

"I can't wait to make some money like that," Jeff added, nudging Wes to get
out of the booth. The five fellas slid out of the booth and strolled out
into the parking lot. Ty led the group, pulling out his clicker to unlock
the Jetta. John put his arm over Jeff's shoulder, pulling him into a mock
headlock. The two just giggled, slightly buzzed, engaged in their childhood
antics. Jeff threw some fake punches to John's gut, making phony sound
effects when each blow "landed." Finally, he pushed him off, only to have
John smile and playfully tussle Jeff's hair. The group arrived at Ty's car
first, which was parked a row closer to the restaurant.

"Well, I guess it's time to go," Wes commented. Alex whined loudly like a
child at bedtime. Jeff sighed, genuinely sad that it was time to part ways.

John spoke up. "Alright, fellas. It was awesome meetin' you guys." Wes, Ty,
and Alex all approached John, in turn, exchanging hand shakes and shoulder
bumps. He then looked at Jeff, holding his gaze for a second. "Hey, you
guys mind if I talk to Jeff for a minute?"

"Nah, it's cool--take your time," Wes responded, being the last one to
climb into the car.  "It was great to meet you too, though, bud. You're
always welcome to come stay at our apartment if you're ever around this way
again. We'll kick Jeff out of his bed and make him sleep on the 'mono
couch.' "

John just laughed. "Do I wanna know?"

Wes answered, "Nah, it's just I had mono last year and that's mostly where
I slept at the time. It's this hideous green couch that we still have
hangin' around. But yea, just let us or Jeff know when you're in town or
whatever--we'll have to buy a keg or somethin'."

"Sounds like a plan. You boys take care of yourselves," John said.

The three boys got settled into the car and started it up as Jeff somberly
followed John to his rental car. John unlocked the car, slipping into the
driver's seat and twisting around to rummage through the back seat. He
re-emerged from the car as Jeff approached with a pair of AE camo boxer
briefs in hand. Closing the door, he leaned up against the car. "I think
these belong to you," he declared.

Jeff snatched the underwear from John. "Yea, thanks...ya prick," he
quipped.

"Yea, I'm sorry, " John said, being legitimately apologetic and looking
down at the ground.

"Aww, nah bud, don't worry about it," Jeff uttered, patting John on the
shoulder. "You sure everything's okay?"

"I dunno...," John retorted. "You just seemed pissed when you went to the
bathroom earlier. I didn't know if you were mad at me for ribbin' ya or
with us teasin' ya back there and everything."

"Please," Jeff laughed. "That's just how we always are. Stealing underwear,
ball busting, and pretending to be pissy is just the norm. If anything, I
should be the one that's sorry for takin' it too far and fuckin' with your
head, being you don't really know us well enough yet and all."

John cut him off. "Oh, no, no, no. You're totally cool man. The guys
explained everything to me. I just--well--they told me about somethin'
else, and I hope it's okay that they told me..." He paused for a moment,
scratching the back of his head. "They told me about you bein' sick..."

"Oh yea, that...," Jeff muttered.

"Are you okay?" John asked quickly, concerned, needing to be immediately
reassured.

"Oh yea--nah--I'm fine. You know, I did what I had to do and--yea--it's all
good now.  Cancer-free for like a year and a half now," he said, briefly
throwing up his arms in mock celebration.

John nodded his head and smiled, biting his bottom lip. He just looked so
cute and vulnerable with that face--Jeff could have kissed him right there
had he not feared getting his ass kicked or ruining his future by doing
it. After a few moments of silence, John quickly wrapped Jeff in a
hug. Jeff was surprised and even slightly amused at the display, seeing as
he wasn't as concerned about his own health as other people were. "I just
wish there was somethin' I could do," John said.

To this, Jeff chuckled, wrapping his arms around John, returning the
hug. He loved being this close to him, but he didn't want it to be obvious
that he was enjoying it way too much. He wasn't sure what John was wearing,
but he smelled great, making Jeff space- out for a minute. Finally, he
snapped out of it and said, "There's nothing to do, man--I'm fine! You
don't have to worry about me." Jeff then pulled back from John, releasing
the hug before he continued. "I don't want you goin' off, havin' me on your
mind, tormenting you and stuff."

"It's not like that," John said. "I just consider you a friend now, and I
wanna make sure my friends are doin' okay, ya know?"

Jeff nodded. "I'll remember that every time I see you take a nasty bump on
TV now."

"Shit man, then you'll have a panic attack every time you watch Raw; I get
my ass kicked every week!" The two shared a laugh at that comment.

"Yea, that's true--you do..." Jeff quipped.

"Hey, watch yourself, or I'll FU right here on this car!" John exclaimed.

"Sounds kinda kinky...," Jeff retorted. He gave a sly smile, knowing his
jocular comment was well played.

John smirked, punching Jeff in the chest. "You're such a freak...," he
said.

"Damn, and you're abusive," Jeff said, rubbing his chest. "You say you're
all concerned about your friends' well-being and then you go and beat the
shit out of 'em!"

"Man, you better toughen-up if you wanna be in the WWE, cause that was
nothin'!" John exclaimed.

"Ohh please, I'm only playin'...," Jeff retorted. Suddenly, he glanced over
at the Jetta, becoming conscious of the fact that the boys had been sitting
in the car for a while now, waiting, while he talked with John. "Well, I
really hate to run, but I feel bad that they've been sitting here for a
while now. But like Wes said, if you're ever around, definitely stop
by. We'd be more than happy to have ya. Should we trade numbers and
whatnot, assuming you trust me with it?"

"Oh definitely! Here, go ahead and put it in my phone." John handed his
phone over to Jeff, who, in turn, handed his over as well. "Let's see if I
know how to work this thing," he scoffed. Jeff quickly punched in his
number and saved it under the name 'JJ-Money :)'. After flipping the phone
shut, he stood and watched John struggle for a few minutes, trying to
navigate the touch screen controls and applications. John looked up,
catching Jeff staring at him. He started to get slightly flustered,
embarrassed that he was getting nowhere with this electronic enigma. "I'm
so retarded with this kinda stuff...," he said, tugging nervously at his
hat.

As much as the sinister side of Jeff wanted to let this uncomfortable
moment for John fester, being it was strangely adorable, he decided not to
let him suffer. "Here, I'll get it," he said, retrieving the phone from
John. "What's your number?" John gave Jeff his number, which he hastily
punched into the phone. "Alright, cool," he said, sliding the phone back
into his pocket. Letting out a sigh, he stuffed his hands into his pockets
as well before he continued. "Well, I guess I better get goin'..."

"Yea, me too--I guess. I gotta get up kinda early to get to Reading for the
next show and all tomorrow. But hey, I had an awesome time. Hopefully, I'll
get to see ya again soon," John declared, pulling Jeff into another quick
hug.

"You take care of yourself, John," Jeff said.

"You too, kid," he replied, releasing Jeff from his strong-armed grasp.

"Later," Jeff exclaimed as he turned to walk toward Ty's car. John got back
in and shut the door, starting up the rental. Jeff was about halfway to the
Jetta when he heard John again.

"Hey, Jeff!" John screamed, leaning out the window.

"Yea?" Jeff answered, spinning around to look at him.

"Call me if you need anything, alright," he said, flashing his gorgeous
smile.

"Will do, sir!" Jeff shouted, giving a weak marine salute to John.

"Nah, I'm serious!" John shot back. "If you need anything, just let me
know. I'll be in touch. And again, don't worry; the bosses'll be givin' ya
a call any day now, too."

Jeff chuckled. "Yea--sure--sounds good, bud. I'll catch ya later," he
waved, watching as John backed out of the space and promptly peeled out of
the parking lot, shooting the crew a wave as he drove past. Ty laid on the
horn in response, startling Jeff a little bit. He waited a moment before
entering the car, leaning on the roof, watching John's car drove off out of
sight. Finally, he hoped in the back seat, finding Alex practically passed
out in the front seat and Ty playing with his phone behind the wheel. Wes,
however, was waiting for him.

"Aww, is somebody in love? You were out there for a while, weren't ya?" he
questioned, mockingly. Apparently, Jeff wasn't doing a good job of hiding
his pouty demeanor upon entering the car. When he didn't respond, Wes took
the hint that it wasn't the best time to joke around with him. With a pat
on the shoulder, he said, "I'm sorry--I'll leave ya alone."

Jeff, weakly, looked at Wes. "Sorry. I don't mean to be a dick. I guess
it's just been a long night..." Turning his attention, he said, "Hey,
Ty--man. Let's get out of here."

"Yes, sir," he responded, with his usual pep. He put away his phone and
shifted the car into 'drive,' pulling out of the parking lot. The ride back
to campus was pretty quiet, except for the rock music playing softly on the
radio. Wes and Alex had both fallen asleep while Jeff just stared,
pensively, out the window at the passing landscape. His mind kept replaying
the events of the evening, from being in the ring to seeing all the
different superstars--it was all so surreal. No matter what he did, though,
his mind kept going back to John. As more and more time passed, Jeff's
sadness and frustration grew, making him his own worst enemy. Here he was,
developing somewhat of a crush on a celebrity figure and hating himself
every minute for it. He felt so childish and illogical, which wasn't like
him at all. Leaning his head against the window, he closed his eyes,
attempting to clear his thoughts and end this inner conflict that was
tearing him apart. The rattling of the car window against his skull was
strangely placating, granting Jeff some tranquility and allowing his mind
to rest...



"Wake up, ya assholes!" Ty's shouting made Jeff jump, while Wes and Alex
slowly started stirring.

Alex groaned, "Ugh, you're such a vag..."

"Well, what the fuck--we're here! Get the hell out!" Ty announced. He
hopped out and ran around to the back of the car, popping the trunk, while
the other three slowly poured out of the vehicle. Jeff deliberately
snatched his bag out of the trunk, indifferently trudging toward the
apartment with the rest in tow, stuffing his recovered underwear into a
side-compartment of the bag. Wes raced up ahead with his ID card, sliding
it through the card reader to unlock the door to the building. He held it
open for the rest, allowing Jeff to lead once again to the first floor
apartment door. Effortlessly, he unlocked the door and headed straight for
the bedroom, dropping his bag on the floor--Wes came in shortly after.

He yawned, "It's so good to be back. I'm goin' to bed. You cool?"

"Yea," Jeff replied. "I'm just gonna brush my teeth and head to bed
myself. Thanks for bein' there tonight, man."

Wes scoffed, while hopping up into bed. "You know it's no problem. That's
what friends are for. And, besides, it was an awesome night--do it again,
anytime."

Jeff just smiled, comforted in knowing that he had such great
friends. "Thanks. G'nite, man."

"G'nite," Wes responded, rolling onto his side and throwing his blanket
over him.

Jeff turned and exited the bedroom, seeing that Ty and Alex had already
gone to bed as well--their bedroom door was closed. Flicking on the
bathroom light, he snatched his toothbrush out of the holder and cleaned
his teeth really quick. Afterward, he returned the toothbrush to its proper
place and headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. With drink in
hand, he trudged back into the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind
him. It sounded like Wes was already asleep, but he couldn't be sure. He
dropped the glass off on his desk, along with his phone that was in his
pocket. Hoping that Wes was asleep-- being he wasn't wearing any
underwear--he started to get undressed. It wasn't like it would have been a
big deal if Wes happened to see Jeff naked, but he was bashful about it
anyway.

The only light in the room was coming from the screen saver on Jeff's
laptop, displaying a slideshow of pictures of friends from various parties
that semester. First, he undid his buttonflies, letting them fall to the
floor. Gingerly, he stepped out of them, peeling off his shirt and socks
next. While rummaging through his closet for his pajama bottoms, he tossed
the discarded clothes into his hamper. The shirt, however, got caught on
the side of the hamper, drawing Jeff's attention. At second glance, he
noticed it was one of the t- shirts John had given to him. Upon the
realization, he immediately got that sinking feeling in the pit of his
stomach again as a result of missing John. Dejected, he found his loose
fitting, polka-dot bottoms that he had purchased while working at the GAP a
few years ago, slid them on, and climbed into bed. As he closed his eyes to
go to sleep, he heard the text message alert go off on his phone. Throwing
his blankets off, he climbed down to the foot of his bed, confused, to
check his phone. Reaching it, his eyes focused to the light of the phone.
On the display, the message read, "John Cena: G'nite, JJ-Money :)."
Immediately, Jeff's mood changed, as he went to bed that night with a smile
on his face.


I've been trying to put more effort into writing this story, so that it
wouldn't take me as long to get the installments out, but it still seems
like it still took me forever--I apologize. More to come, hopefully more
sooner than later. Who knows, I might even have another installment out by
the time WWE actually releases Cena's new t-shirt, that I ordered a while
ago and keeps getting pushed back! Sorry, I just needed to vent about that

Send your questions, comments, and concerns out to
ITSMonkeywolfnoz@aol.com. Have a nice day! :)