Disclaimer: I don't own or know anyone you recognize in this story.
A/N: This is a re-write of an old story I made for another pairing. Why? Because I found out that I had a Randy Orton muse and I want to exploit him, that's why I decided to work with this one. This is rated M for a reason, you'll find here some m/m adult situations so if you don't like that stuff you shouldn't read.
Jar Of Hearts
I don't know why I listen to Cody anymore. I mean, it might be that he is my best friend and all that but let's be honest; he has the stupidest ideas in the whole wide world. And what's worse, I don't know how he does it but he always manages to convince me to do about anything; from playing with his stupid G.I. Joes toys to making me get into the longest road trip I've ever been to just to go to a comic convention or simply making me crawl out of my house to visit him.
So yeah, it's really no surprise that I'm here at his house in one of his infamous PS3 tournaments… now, that he managed to trick Randy into coming as well does surprise me.
I don't want to be here because… well, because this is pretty juvenile if you ask me, but because Cody thought that it would be great of him to throw Randy and me a 'back to single' party in commemoration of our recent divorces here I am, wishing that I wouldn't be so gullible.
I mean let's get real, playing in his stupid PS3 and drinking until passing out it's not going to make me feel better and it definitely won't take my mind off the fact that I found my then wife having sex with her tennis instructor in our bed.
Yeah, the fucking bitch!
"No, you cheated!" Cody yells a little too dramatically as his hands, still holding the control go up to his head.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" Randy hisses as he stands up from the sofa and raises his arms up in the air while striking a little victory pose.
"That was not winning, it was cheating!" Cody whines as he throws the control to the sofa I'm sitting in, almost hitting me in the process. "I told you, you can't play as yourself!"
"Shut up kid." He says with a motion of his hand as he turns to me. "Come on Dibiase, your ass will be mine now."
With all the indifference I can muster I wave him off because I don't want to play their stupid game. I'm not in the mood for it and I think I'm too drunk to accomplish anything anyways. So instead of playing with them I reach for my beer and bring it to my lips only to find out its empty.
For a few seconds I stare stupidly at it; in my drunken stupor I don't remember draining all of it and when realization finally hits me I look up to Randy questioningly. "Man, you beer my drank?"
At my words, my supposedly two best friends look at each other and then start to laugh at my expense. Can you believe that? "You know what; go fuck each other you fucking jerks. I'm out of here." I slur as I attempt to stand up, but much to my shame I fail to do so and fall back on the sofa.
"Hey, hey… calm down Dibiase, I'll just get you another one, okay?" Cody says as he fishes into the cooler he so intelligently placed besides his reclining chair. Apparently the journey from the living room to his kitchen was too much for him to handle. "Uh oh…" He exclaims and his eyes grow like huge plates in his face as he looks from Randy to me. "They are gone, what are we going to do now?"
"Big fucking deal, I'll look for more in the kitchen." Randy says as he puts the control down beside me.
"No, no, you don't understand; they are all gone." Cody says and an eerie silence fills the room, it is almost as if the Apocalypse has finally come and we are too shocked to react. "Shit!" He mumbles while standing up from his chair for the first time in hours. "But don't panic guys, I'll go buy more. But Orton, I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next one so be ready for an ass kicking when I come back."
Randy waves him off without taking his eyes away from the TV, after that Cody grabs his keys and leaves. For a long while I just stare off at the ceiling, but then I let out a deep breath and lower my head down.
The first thing I notice is that somewhere along the way Randy turned off the PS3 and he is now surfing aimlessly through the channels.
"So what do you want to see?" He asks sitting back at my side, but because I have no interest whatsoever on watching TV I just throw my head back against the back of the sofa.
God, I just want to go home. I really don't know why I came here in the first place… I mean, I was doing just fine at home letting self-pity swallow me whole.
Now, either Randy couldn't find anything interesting or my rotten mood spoiled his because I hear him turning the TV off as he turns to me. Whatever it was, I'm too drunk to care.
"Do you want me to give you a good advice?" He asks, playing the role of a worried friend as I shake my head no. I don't need any advice, I'll cope with my sorrow however I please.
"If she was stupid enough to walk away, then be smart enough to let her go."
I snort. "What the fuck is that?" I snap at him. "She didn't walk away, she just fucked her way around until I caught her, get it?" After yelling at him I mumble under my breath some nonsense and watch out of the corner of my eye as he actually draws away from me.
"Jesus, Ted! Just chill out, I was just trying to help you quit playing the suffering asshole role because quite honestly it's annoying as fuck." He hisses with a roll of his eyes.
"Yeah, it's easier for you to say that because yours wasn't cheating." I mumble and when I'm done talking he looks up to me.
"Are we going to argue now about who got it worse? A divorce is a divorce and it sucks whether it was caused by cheating or not. At least you don't have kids, I do, and do you hear me whining about it? No you don't."
I take a deep breath, realizing that he's right; he's always right so running my fingers through my hair I look back to him. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you, I'm just stressed out."
And I really am, not only am I going through a rough patch in my love life but I'm also frustrated with the way my career is going, which is nowhere by the way.
"I know, man." He says with a sigh and his hand goes up to my shoulder for a light pat, only that his touch dwells longer than its necessary and then it just lingers there.
"It sucks, doesn't it?" I ask and all of a sudden I feel like he's just too fucking close to me… way too close.
Feeling kind of awkward I leer at him, watching out of the corner of my eyes that he is nodding his head absentmindedly as his warm hand remains on me, his eyes scanning my face.
God this is bad, I'm suddenly feeling way too drunk and I have to shake my head and close my eyes to clear my mind a little bit. It doesn't work, I still feel awkward and his hand is still on my shoulder.
"I'm fucked up." I say and he gives me another pat, but this time he gives me a little squeeze as well. Yeah, I'm totally fucked up.
I blame it on the alcohol; I mean there's no other way to explain this, because if I was sober and in control of all my senses I wouldn't even consider what I'm about to do.
But I'm not sober, I'm drunk and right now it feels like the right thing to do. I open my eyes and find that he's still watching me while his fingers squeezes my shoulder… and feeling like this is my moment I lean forward and press my lips to his.
Just like that.
It's just a probing kiss, me pressing my lips to his as he remains immobile. Now, I've never kissed a guy before but it's really not that different from kissing a woman… I mean lips are lips no matter the gender of the rest of the body, right? As that stupid comparison comes to my mind, Randy suddenly pushes me away and punches me right on the jaw, a solid punch that sends me sprawling to the floor.
Down here I groan and rub at my chin, trying to ease the pain before I have to deal with my wounded pride. "I'm sorry… I…" I what?
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He yells as he picks me up by my shirt and puts me back to me feet. I can tell he's angry, no… that would be an understatement, he's fuming and I cringe, waiting for another blow.
But he doesn't hit me; he just pushes me hard into the sofa and starts pacing around Cody's living room. "Just what the fuck did you think you were doing?" He yells again and at his question I really don't know what to say.
I just tell him that I'm sorry over and over again until I say it a hundred times; but I don't think he's listening though…
God I'm such a fucking loser, I knew I shouldn't have listened to Cody. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for him and his stupid party.
"I'm sorry… I… I don't know what got into me." I say as a matter of fact and he stops his pacing to look at me with the full intensity of his cold blue eyes.
Standing there he looks menacing, his nose is flaring, there's a vein popping in his temple and his jaw seems dangerously set. I don't know why but I'm suddenly afraid of what he's going to do. It doesn't seem like his mind is having nice thoughts about me kissing him.
Holding my breath, I swallow on dry as I watch him walk to me. To be honest, I'm once again expecting him to punch me but then he just lowers himself so that he's almost resting on top of me. I remain still, feeling apprehensive until he grabs my shirt and pulls me to him. "You know that I'm not into guys." He hisses and I nod my head frantically. In fact neither am I. What happened here was just a lapse of judgment, a drunken mistake never to happen again.
"Damn it, Ted!" He growls angrily and before I can apologize once again he surprises me with a kiss of his own.
Now… I don't know what to do about this. Should I push him away? I mean he's taking it farther than I ever did and his forcing my lips open so that he can slide his tongue into my mouth. I mean can you fucking believe this?
His fucking tongue is in my mouth!
Well, it may be that I don't know how to react, but if there is something I can tell you is that Randy Orton tastes like beer and chips… ha. Go figure.
Anyway, because I'm too drunk to think straight I let myself be carried away in the moment and I start to kiss him back, allowing my tongue to slide along his as my hands go to lock at the back of his head to pulling him nearer and deeper.
The whole thing is just insane and I can feel my dick stirring into life as his body comes to rest completely against mine; and damn it, I know this is not going to end well but I can't do a damn thing to stop it.
Getting even more carried away in this madness, I move my hands down his back until my fingers find the edge of his shirt so they can sneak their way underneath it, and once settled there I start to feel his warm skin as I've never feel him before. Sure, I've touched him countless times, I mean we have wrestled against each other and not only have I touched him all over; I have groped him, grabbed him and probably brushed inadvertently his package, the same one that is now pocking insistently against my tight.
But all those touches had been chaste, they were nothing like this and I find this new contact to be rather pleasant.
But then, he suddenly pulls away from the kiss and I feel my swollen lips already missing the sensation of him. This is when I know I'm drunk out of my mind because for a moment I'm afraid that he is going to leave.
He doesn't, he just takes off his shirt and goes to take mine off as well. Once we are both shirtless he claims my lips once again and I moan at the way his naked chest feels pressed against mine.
This is surreal. I mean this is Randy, he is one of my best friends in the business so what the fuck are we doing? Neither of us is gay, in fact we are mourning our divorces away, especially me… and he has a kid, a cute kids that calls me Uncle Ted for the love of God.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against gay people. My best friend is gay for crying out loud, but not me… I am not gay so I really don't know what's going on here.
But as I said before, I'm too drunk to care and before my mind can finally grasp the implications of what's going on here we are fumbling with our belts. Once I manage to take his off, I unzip his pants and slide my hand right in, grabbing his cock and taking it out. This is another first for me, I've never touched another dick that wasn't my own and it's actually not that bad. Randy is hard as he will get and the knowledge that I'm the one that provoked that sends a shiver down my spine; I enjoy the moment, feeling him burning in my hand and yeah, I like it.
As I stroke his already full dick he moans into my mouth and I take the opportunity to pull at his lower lip with me teeth, breaking the hungry kiss for a moment.
Licking my lips I search his eyes with mine and find his clouded blue eyes looking down between our bodies to where my hand is touching him so intimately.
I want to say something, but I'm out of words so I just breathe out and watch as his face tilts towards mine so that his eyes can lock with mine for a moment. He doesn't say anything either and only reaches to my own hardened groin to free me from the restrain of my pants and boxers.
I gasp because fuck, this feels amazing, whether it's the alcohol or the fact that another dude is doing it increases the sensation to its maximums, and I know this is wrong… even forbidden, but damn it feels good.
I push my hips into his hand and my gasps turn into moans when he grabs both our dicks in his hand, rubbing them together in a maddening pace that makes me feel on fire.
The sensation is amazing and I can tell you that I'm far gone and that by now I'll let him do anything at all. The thought doesn't unnerve me, if he wants me to suck him, I'll do it; if he wants to fuck me, God, I'll let him do that too. I'm just not in control anymore.
This feels too damn good to waste my thoughts in anything but pure sensation and I watch as Randy's eyes fix on what he's doing as a slight smirk graces his lips.
If he keeps it up I'm going to cum…
Not wanting to disgrace myself and feeling bold, I push him away and force him down on his back, this time the smirk is on my face. I assume the position he was just in and lay against him. But not for long, I kiss him quickly before going down to the floor, on my knees and between his legs.
He's looking down at me uncertainly and I wonder if he has done this before, by the look on his face I assume he hasn't, doesn't matter, neither have I.
I take him in my hand, studying him, my eyes taking all the little details. This shouldn't be difficult, I know what I like and I just have to do it to him.
So here I go, I run my tongue up his length and then down again, oddly enjoying the way he moans my name in that raspy voice of his. I go up again and this time I take into my mouth the head of his cock. He's salty and musky, not bad at all and as I start to suck on him he lets out a little yelp that makes my dick twitch in need.
I reach down to it and start to jerk myself as I suck him. Does this mean I'm gay? Who cares! All I care is the way his flushed face stares back at me and the way he feels in my mouth.
But then it all ends.
Before I can get to fully get used to this I hear the sound of the entrance door opening and Cody yelling some stupid quote from one of those stupid cartoons he likes so much.
And then like I said, it all ends. At the sound of Cody's voice Randy hurries up to his feet, he is now cursing and pulling his pants back up. It takes me longer to react but when I do I stand up, zip my pants and put on my shirt as well.
Talk about being in an awkward situation.
I don't say anything and just stand in my spot while Randy keeps cursing under his breath as he looks around for his keys.
When Cody finally makes his appearance with a huge grin on his face he is greeted by Randy walking past him in a rush, saying that he has to go somewhere. He didn't even look back and was out the door before either of us could react.
Frowning, Cody looks at me and I just stay here, my feet glued to the floor and my eyes to the door.
"What the hell happened?" He asks and I don't say anything. "Did you guys have a fight?" He asks again and I respond him as before, with nothing.
As I stay unmoving he looks at me with half closed eyes. "Dude, I must be drunk as hell because I could almost swear that was the shirt Randy was wearing, not you." He points at my shirt and I feel the obligation to look down on it.
When I take a look at 'my shirt', I chuckle bitterly. "Yeah, you are drunk, this is mine."
Cody shrugs and then goes to open the cooler to put in the beer, he hands me one and I take it, I know I need it.
"Well, do you want to play now?" He asks and I look at him, a blank expression on my face. "The only rule is that you can't play as yourself."
I sigh, weighing my options. I can crawl back to my place and submerge my soul into more self-pity or I can stay here and drink myself unconscious. "All right, I pick to be… Orton."
TBC