Title: Work Out Your Own Salvation With Fear And Trembling
Series: I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else verse
Pairings: John Cena/Jack Swagger, Randy/Cody (Candy), Miz/Morrison, Chris/Evan, Hardycest
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Warnings: Wrestling violence, slash, episode re-writes, love, fluff, smut, good stuff, OOC
Well, well, well, here we are again. This is the third series in the I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else series, because all you guys know I love real long titles. This is a continuation of "I'm a Shade Too Pale For Handsome and Have Habits I Can't Shake" which is a continuation of another story. So if you've read neither, good luck trying to decipher this one. There's no big literature changes on this one, but it is the third part and therefore hopefully the last *headdesk* But I doubt it. Every week RAW challenges me, and every week I fall for it. If I haven't highlighted a couple enough for you, please tell me. I take all complaints that are slashy, not ones who just want to flame. Except Hardycest, people, I'm sorry…I get no Smackdown and therefore no inspiration. I'm trying to give all the boys their time.
I really need someone to put Teddy with, because I adore him and I'm putting him a little too close to Cody. If you have any suggestions -again- I'm all for it. Now, school is starting for me right now, so that means less writing time. Posts, if I choose to do them separately, will be on weekends. No prologue this time, just jumping right into the story.
I guess I'm be writing this until I get bored and stopped. So here we are, lovelies!
As I also said before, the link to this story's theme song ("Colorado Sunrise" by 3oh!3) is found on my profile page.
The link for the banners for the couples of this story are found on my profile page
Jack's world faded there for a while. Flashes of ceiling, bright lights, really cute nurses he tried to smile at. At one point everything was gone in a sleepy lull, thanks to a needle in his arm that made him wince.
When he finally came back to himself, when he could hear and see again, he had no idea what had happened the past two hours. He cracked open his eyes, looking around blearily to see he was in a hospital room. There was a window to his left, curtains haphazardly pulled to reveal the inky night. The overhead lights were off, but the strip behind his bed was illuminated and cast his bed in light and left the rest dim.
Jack looked down at himself, finding his lower half covered by a powder blue sheet. Guh, hospital gowns, not flattering.
Jack turned his head towards the other bed, finding his raven haired best friend there. The younger man sat up, somehow he had snagged a pair of scrub pants.
"Oh Evvy" Jack sighed in relief, the man coming over to his bedside "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine" Evan's smile was warm, though he had a few bandages along his back "Some little cuts, a minor konk to the head, I'm all good."
Jack sighed again, "When I saw you fall, all I could think was…"
Cornflower blue eyes shut briefly, he couldn't keep his thoughts straight, "I feel a little groggy."
"They gave you some painkillers" Evan admitted.
"What happened?" Jack asked, only mildly concerned for himself "Is Cody ok? How bad did I come out of it? I don't remember a lot…just a chair…and Cody being a total girl…"
Evan smiled again, amused, "Cody's fine, just a few bruises. You…you ended up with some bruises too, Jack. They cracked one of your ribs, left some pretty marks on your back, and they busted your face."
"They what?" Jack's brow creased "When? I…I don't even remember bleeding."
"Feel" Evan lifted his hand, letting it brush over the thick bandage along the side of his face. Jack gaped at the younger man, using his fingers to see for him. It covered a large section of the left side of his head, extending down his cheek.
"Oh shit, how bad is it?"
Seeing the blonde's nerves, Evan held his hand and gave him a comforting shake.
"It's not as bad as it feels, or how the bandages make it look" Evan assured him softly, taking his finger and tracing down his own hairline and down to the base of his ear "The cut's just along your hairline. The surgeon said he made the stitches tight, and with some prescribed cream there won't be a scar at all."
Jack was relieved by this, but a frown marred his face, "Have you been here the whole time?"
Evan nodded, "They're keeping me here as a precaution…and Chris has a lot more sway and power than I ever thought. He got the staff physician for me, made sure I was ok."
"Wow, Rios himself?" Jack let out a weak whistle "You can never get him. I've only ever seen the interns running around."
Evan flushed, but he gave the blonde's hand another squeeze, "I asked for the same room as you, and they jumped at my command. It's kinda cool."
"He loves you" Jack's voice was suddenly low, serious "He loves you a lot…and I won't put it past him to want to hurt John for knocking you into that mat."
"But it was an accident."
"He's Jericho, he doesn't care."
"Forget about that" Evan pulled up a chair, sitting beside him and running his thumb across the back of his hand "They said you needed rest, and I need to stay up."
"You'll stay with me, right?" Jack cursed how fast the words came out of his mouth, feeling a desperate need to be with someone right now "You're not gonna leave?"
"No, Jackie, I'll be right here" Evan replied affectionately, resting his free arm on the bedspread and propping up his head "Go to sleep."
Soon enough, the blonde was off and asleep.
Neither of the young men saw the man in the doorway, the one with his hat pulled down low on his eyes and his arms crossed. John looked on silently, watching Evan offering his lover comfort. He waited for the jealousy to come, a small part of him wanting to yell and curse and start another feud with Evan like he did Miz. But seeing them…the way Evan rubbed his thumb over the back of the blonde's hand, the way he whispered you don't deserve this in a regretful voice…
It falls apart, from the very start
It falls apart, seems like everything I touch,
Falls apart, everything around me,
Falls apart, when I walk away from you.
Jack had good friends who loved him, who stuck by him, and John had betrayed him at the first sign that maybe Jack shared his heart with his friends. John hadn't been the man Jack deserved, a man who would be at his bedside and coo over him and tell him things would be ok in the morning. This time, it was true.
This time…things would be better in the morning, he'd see to it.
"Evvy, sweetheart, wake up."
Evan stirred, groaning at the kink in his neck. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, finding the other occupied with something warm. Sleep-ridden eyes cracked open, only to find that he had fallen asleep at Jack's side. The blonde was awake, a smile on his face.
But that wasn't the voice he had heard.
"I'm right here, sweetheart" Chris's tone washed over him, tingling his senses and waking them up. Solid hands settled on his shoulders, thumbs working away the knots there knowingly. Evan gave a purr of sorts, arching back into the touch.
"You shouldn't have slept like that, you could irritate your wounds" Jericho scolded.
Evan's eyes fluttered shut, a small smile on his lips.
"Chris" came a deep voice, shocking all three of them.
John walked past the flimsy privacy curtain, hands deep in his pockets.
"Can I have a minute with Jack?"
Jericho turned to Jack, raising a brow, "If you like, I can have security throw him out."
"I'd like to see you try" Cena challenged.
The blonde turned, narrowing cold eyes, "After what you did, I'd gladly throw you out myself."
"Stop" Jack sat up, grateful when Evan physically grabbed his boyfriend's arm and pulled him back "Let him say what he wants."
"We were leaving anyways" Chris placed a careful hand in the dip of his lover's back, leading him away.
"Maybe I shouldn't leave them alone" Evan whispered as they made it out into the hall.
"Sweetheart, I think we should leave here" Jericho offered "We could go down to my house in Tampa. It's secluded, it's quiet, and I want you to get some rest."
Evan's eyes lit up, all thoughts of Cena and Jack leaving his mind, "Like…a vacation?"
"Yes" Chris smiled at his lover's sudden enthusiasm "I cleared it with Vince. You and I will take the weekend, come in for the RAW taping, and we'll leave again as soon as it's over. I've something special planned for next week."
"You don't have to sell me on it" Evan leaned up, stealing a sweet kiss "When are we leaving?"
"…in about an hour."
John approached the bed, taking Evan's seat.
"So" John sighed, taking off his hat and raking his hand through his hair "It turns out you and Evan are right…this is some petty bullshit I've been putting you through."
Jack gave a curt laugh, "Ya think?"
"Just listen to me for a second, Jack" John grasped his lover's hand, relieved when it wasn't yanked from his grip "I'm just a jealous bastard, ok? We haven't even been together a year, but you have all this history with your friends and you can do all these little things together that would just be awkward with anyone else. I didn't get it before, but now I do. Ok?"
John peppered kisses across tan digits, "So can you forgive a total jackass like me?"
"You were cold, you were cruel to me John" Jack sat up, taking his hand away and scowling "What's with the sudden change of heart? Where the hell was this attitude when I begged you not to go out and fight Mike? If you just would've listened to me for five seconds-"
"I know, I know" John was desperate now, a pleading look in his eyes "That's why I need ya, baby, to keep my head on straight. I need you to keep me in check. I love you, ya know that. And when I saw that chair come down across your head I…"
Everything I have ever been made of, hates who I am,
I'm so glad you waited, can't get my mind, off how you could love me,
I'm so behind, you're so far above me,
And you'll always be the wind under my wings,
Oh God, were those tears in Cena's eyes? The older man got up, scrubbing a hand over his eyes.
"I couldn't take the thought of losing you" John turned, sincerity in his voice and face "It made me sick to see your blood in the ring…again. I wanted to go out there and chew that cage apart, I wanted to get to you and tell you that I'm sorry and you don't deserve someone who treated you the way I did! And when I saw the side you'd chosen…seeing you with Orton, with Legacy…"
John ran his tongue over his teeth, a little gesture that told he was gathering his words, "I just realized that I told you to pick a side…and you did. I told you to leave business at the door, and you countered with leaving with personal lives at the ramp."
John sat back down, grasping his lover's hand and pressing his forehead to it, "I guess I gotta start practicin' what I preach, 'cause I couldn't do either."
Jack smiled fondly at the man he loved, knowing John could get so wrapped up in something that he ended up thrashing his way out. At least he was man enough to admit it, too bad it took him bleeding in the ring again to get it through his thick head.
Jack leant in, stealing a kiss from his shocked boyfriend, "I forgive you, asshole."
John's eyes widened, surprised delight on his face, "We're ok? Just like that?"
"Just like that" Jack took another kiss, a smile splitting his face "Because I'd rather fight with you than make love with anyone else."
They couldn't help themselves, they both started laughing. It was a thing. Only so much horrible shit could happen, you could only go through so much, before you just had to laugh about it.
After a few minutes, when they'd wiped at their eyes and stifled themselves, they realized their rings were touching with their clasped hands.
"You kept wearing it?"
They looked up, surprised at their shared statement.
"Of course I kept wearing it" Jack tried to keep his tone light.
"God, I've been horrible" John sighed "I'm gonna make this up to you, ya hear me?"
John's eyes locked on the bandage covering his lover's skin.
"How bad is it?"
"Evan told me it isn't so bad" Jack reached out, taking the tube of medical ointment off the table "I just put this on and somehow it doesn't scar."
"My poor baby" John ran his fingertips over the crisp surface, tough light "When you get out of here, you're coming back to room with me. No more sleeping next to DiBiase every night."
"Ted's a good guy" Jack stated "Actually, they all are. They treated me really good this past week."
John shrugged, "Your friends are your friends, and it's none of my business."
"That's my John" the blonde laid back on the bed, getting himself comfortable "Now go down to the cafeteria for me. I've got a hankering for cherry jello."
"Falls Apart" by Thousand Foot Krutch, the free mp3 link is found on my profile
Are you one of the people who read "He Thrusts His Fists Against the Posts" and didn't happen to notice I didn't post the last chapter? The John Cena/Randy Orton fight? I know you didn't, because I just posted it today. Go back and read that chapter, chapter 17.