NOTE: I've used a random name for his fiancé, so please don't slate that I'm not using actual names. My fic, my names.
The cigarette poised between Randy's fingers, coming to turn it slowly watching the smoke billow up through his digits, under his nails and curling around his arm before the wisp was wiped away as he brought it quickly up to his lips and took a long drag off the butt of it, eyes hooding closed as he thought back on the past three years of his relationship, last year of engagement. It was his wedding day. Today was supposed to be the day that nothing went wrong, that he proposed his love to the one woman who made him happy and to show that he was an honest man who would never stray or look another way.
And yet today was the day that in his own mind would be the hardest one of all. Harder than winning a championship, harder than his first ever match or break into the industry. To walk down that isle and promise to love and honour, to promise never to sway or look at another? Randy was not going to be able to stand up to his words until he had everything out of his system, for he was hiding something. Not just a small stag-do fling. Not just a lap dance gone wrong, hands or eyes straying or hitting on a leggy blonde in a strip club.
No, Randy Orton had a big problem. He had had that problem for a long time coming, and he'd never been able to look away and choose what he wanted. To follow his heart, would to have him leave his fiancé at the altar, leave her stood there wondering what had happened. Ruin her day and have hundreds of guests turn to hating him as he fucked up an entire day that had been planned out for the last year. However, to follow his head would be to leave the lust of the other behind, and to walk away and walk up that isle and settle down into a marriage that everyone had deemed to be perfect. To be a marriage that everyone was going to envy. Nothing could be better for Randy according to his close friends and family. He was marrying a beautiful woman, his career was in peak and he was finally able to realise where his life was heading. He was set for life, and this day was a sure point to prove it.
"Fuck-"
The hiss of words fell from his lips as the cigarette burnt down having lingered too long in his fingers and he dropped it on the floor, polished shoe coming to rub it into the gravel below him under the stormy sky as he roughly reached inside his jacket pocket and quickly lit up another.
"Randy?"
The voice was hoarse as it hit his ears, and turning his head to the side he caught sight of the male next to him. "Hey John," he swallowed hard, coming to offer a small smile to the other. "Why aren't you in there getting frenzied with the rest of them..?" He laughed softly, coming to push a shaking hand through the short spikes of hair as he held the cigarette between his lips, wringing his hands and stretching his fingers before coming to stand under the small pillar of the church as the first drops of rain threatened to fall.
John moved under the pillar and motioned to take one of the cigarettes that Randy now smoked quicker than the first, dry lips pulling around the butt as the smoke entailed through his mouth and lungs, swirling before drifting out through his nostrils and up into the grey sky above and coming to light up, he stood for a brief few seconds in silence.
"I suppose I never really congratulated you," He murmured, coming to look to the other. He was the best man to the groom stood next to him, and yet here he was, his heart being torn apart to watch the taller man all dressed and ready to sign himself over to a woman he knew would never be able to keep up with the other, his emotions raging enough as it was, too much for him to be able to handle walking down by his side with a smile on his face as he watched his old lover move on and leave him behind. Leave him for good.
You see, Randy's stag do had been a late one. So the fact he looked a little morose and moody could be given due to the fact he hadn't slept yet and alcohol was still in his system. Well that's what everyone in the church was thinking. But the only two that knew what had really happened, and what was really rattling him were now stood under an alcove outside a sacred building, smoking their way through a twenty deck of cigarettes, hastily running out of time to clear the air as neither seemed to speak first about what had happened the night before.
John and Randy had more passion between them in that final night of a six month affair, than his entire relationship with his fiancé had ever had. So why was he getting married? Because for once, he didn't have the confidence to shatter someone's heart into a million pieces. That and the fact he knew coming out to be in a relationship with John Cena would ruin his life. Maybe not forever, but for long enough that he would suffer, as would the other. That was too much hassle. For once, he was taking the easy way out, or the easier enough way out. The only thing that could make it easier would be if the other was able to forget what had happened just over the past 24 hours for him to have his decision made harder.