Battles with demons

I do not know any of these people (if I did the story would be different lol) and that everything I have written is purely fictional and means no harm, and is solely a work of fiction and my very dirty mind.

Battles with demons

John’s story

Chapter 1

Bret felt himself being pushed onto the bed, and with all the alcohol he had drank there was no hope of him remaining upright. Sprawled out on the mattress he moaned in approval as he felt the larger man lay on top of him he eagerly allowed his warm lips to take control.

Slipping his tongue into the mouth of a very willing Bret tasting the alcohol on his lips John moaned hungrily as Bret’s tongue battled against his tasting every part of his mouth quickly.
Bret could feel his body trembling and his cock becoming hard as the younger man broke the kiss he gasped for breath looking deep into his eyes wondering how he managed to end up with a guy half his age who could give him so much pleasure.

John hadn’t been around the wwe for long but he had quickly made a name for himself in and out of the ring. He never hid who or what he was and who he wanted to fuck along the way some of the guys seen him as a punk kid that didn’t belong here

“God Bret how wasted are you tonight can you focus on what were doing please baby”

“Sorry john I was thinking about how much I like fucking you” John smiled sweetly

“well if you don’t keep your head into it we wont get that far will we”

John pulled at Bret’s best there is top it didn’t lie Bret was amazing in bed he pulled it off and discarded it on to the floor.
"Mmm...Well, I like this..." Johns Hands drifted over Bret’s muscled chest, rubbing his nipples making him moan loudly.

John grinned in response knowing he could do whatever he wanted to Bret at this very moment and Bret was powerless to stop him. What with the pleasure he was feeling and the alcohol coarsening through his veins this was how most evenings ended with Bret they would do a live show, go party, get pissed come back to the hotel and have sex not that John complained that much but issues were rising.

Bret’s drinking was getting worse each week he was getting shit in the ring because sometimes he couldn’t focus and the guys had to carry him thru the match. Getting him to join in the bedroom was becoming an issue how sick was john at being the one giving and getting nothing in return physicaly and emotional.


The hell that Bret had been thru in the last 12 months because of one guy was bad john could understand some of the drinking but its time to move on get over it.
Bret gasped when john’s lips kissed and sucked his neck Bret tilted his head back invitingly wanting and needing more from john. Johns tongue flickered over the exposed skin tasting the heat from Bret.

Everything moved so fast with John and Bret John was struck by Bret the day he met him, the gorgeous body the long dark hair, fuck the fact that he was a lot older then him who cares. John had been warned by a lot of the guys to stay away from Bret he was out of bounds belonged to one man. How the fuck does that work then but who cares he was single now just.

“Shawn why have you stopped carry on please baby”

“what the fuck Bret did you just call me Shawn again” john sat up on his heels looking down at the older mans face the sadness in his eyes

“Shit Bret how much more do I have to take of this shit from you its all Shawn and beer where the hell is your life going”

“John im so sorry I didn’t mean it my heads all over the place and I think im going mad and I think I need to throw up” with that Bret jumped from the bed and ran to the loo hearing the door slam as a very pissed off Cena left the room.

As the alcohol came up into the toilet bowl Bret’s head was fuzzy knowing what he had just upset the only person that really wanted to spend any time with him.

Lately staggering out of the bathroom and heading straight for the bottle of JD that was on the side. Swallowing down a big gulp Bret felt his head spin and the tears roll down his face what a year it had been for him, thinking back Shawn flashed up in his mind as he slowly passed out while sat on the floor.

John walked out the building and sat on the wall outside why the fuck did this bother him so much. why did he care at all it was just sex that they were having, it wasn’t like Bret cared for him. John put his head in his hands when he heard a voice behind him.

“Hey John what’s up you ok” John spun round to see he good friend Hunter stood behind him

“yeah not to bad mate things with me and Bret are not the best we were in bed and he he called me……”

“Shawn by any chance”

“Yeah”

“look John it will never change between them two they have what the guys like to call a love hate relationship this happens all the time u were warned”

“But Shawn’s a slut he shags anything how can Bret want to be with someone like that”

“I don’t know John he just does, now come on lets go inside its cold out here plus I need some food and a workout fancy it”

As Hunter helps John to his feet and they walk back to the Hotel

“well Hunter I tell you what im goner be the man who helps, Bret get over the Heartbreak kid once and for all”

“Well good luck on that one John, and let’s hope Shawn doesn’t want Bret back this time or it could be you ending up with heartbreak”.

Hope you like the first bit will try get the next chapter up soon.