Camping

Disclaimer: not mine, just wishful thinking

Last time he'd been out in cold weather, he was in Canada and he'd very nearly died- falling through an ice path wasn't a very pleasant experience- and he didn't relish the idea of camping out in snow- even with the tent, several comforters and layers of thick clothing and buried in his own sleeping bag, Jason reso just couldn't go to sleep. Not when the wind was howling- or maybe it was a wolf- a hungry wolf- the idea made him squirm closer to his companion- in the other sleeping bag, dead to the world, was randy orton, snoring softly, thickly clothed arm bent over his face. Jay glanced at randy enviously, how the man could sleep like a log in such dangerous weather was beyond him- even when Jay was in Canada, the biting cold always woke him up. Usually he'd remedy it by slipping between his parents or sharing Adam's sleeping bag- but those weren't in his option list right now. he wriggled around to try and get comfortable but that was unsuccessful- same as it had been a few hours ago.

Jay looked at randy again, still sleeping, and an idea struck him, randy wouldn't mind, he thought, watching the viper's chest rise and fall, randy wouldn't mind. Jay nodded to himself convincingly, proceeding with his plan- wiggling out of his warm nest- he crawled over into orton's bag, shivering slightly from the cold and thankful that the viper was oddly warm enough for two humans, he slid into the bag, squirming a bit- it was a tight fit, what with orton's muscled body and his own somewhat wiry one- he stiffened when orton shifted, blue eyes wide, waiting for gray eyes to snap open and glare- instead orton just rolled to his side, spooning against Jay, loosely draping an arm over his slim waist- other arm ending up under randy's head like a pillow.

Jay swallowed, unwilling to move until orton settled into the now comfortable position, his breathes once again evening out. He sighed, the warmth was rather nice, and he felt invulnerable, safe. he daringly pressed an ear to the broad chest, catching the strong heart beat, like a lullaby. Eyes slowly closing, Jason yawned and pressed as close as he could- legs tangling with each other before he fell asleep.

Shawn insisted on blowing that stupid horn he'd bought specially for the retreat. And while hunter would rather wake up to his own circadian rhythmn, shawn had bought an alarm clock as well and hunter now glared balefully at it as it rang shrilly (shawn didn't know how to turn it off and deemed Hunter the better repairman than himself) as shawn hurriedly got dressed, grabbed the bugle and stepping out like some sort of scout master, blew into it as hard as he could- inducing several loud groans from the rest of the victims- err, campers.

"wake up, wake up!" shawn yelled cheerily, unzipping every tent flap he could reach, "breakfast isn't gonna keel over on the fireplace you know!"

Hunter wondered if shawn even knew the meaning of sleeping in- he was always raring to go- and for a man claiming to have life threatening injuries, he seemed to be at the top of his game (as opposed to last night- shawn had, as usual, been under the game- hunter chuckled at the pun) Hunter crawled of of the sleeping bag and grabbed his clothes, deciding to talk to shawn about his loudness and not to try to wake orton who was the grumpiest of them all- in fact he felt rather guilty he'd paired Jay with randy, the younger wrestler seemed incapable of looking after anyone but himself and twice nearly lost Jason down the trail. It had taken several well placed threats from Adam via sat phone and from hunter before randy actually started to show some signs of human nature.

"hunter!" shawn's head popped into the open flap as hunter put on his gloves, "come quick!"

"what is it? And why are you whispering?" as per usual, shawn just flapped about clownishly and told him to hurry up.

A small crowd of wrestlers who'd been forced- err volunteered to go on the retreat had gathered around orton and Jay's tent, hunter half hoped they weren't peering at human remains- else he'd have to answer to a pissed Adam. Carefully he took a peek, his brows nearly going up his hairline, there, squeezed together in one sleeping bag, and spooning against each other, were randy and Jay. Hunter drew back, frowned to himself and peered back in, shawn tapping his fingers of both hands together.

"think we should wake them?" shawn asked, blinking up at hunter, seemingly innocently enough but hunter saw the mischievous glint anyway and he returned it with a smile

"everyone, get every single camera phone and take a picture. Trust me, you'll want one." hunter called as everyone excitedly dashed back to their tents and alternately took pictures- it wasnt everyday that orton did something utterly human.

After everyone had had enough blackmail material, hunter and shawn divvied the group into two hunting parties and left a note on the tent wall saying they'd already went to hunt breakfast and should randy and Jay wake, they were to prepare the campfire and eating utensils.

Hunter gave one last look at the two who hadnt even woken from the commotion and grinned before heading out.

He stretched, feeling somewhat cramped but undeniably warm and well rested- a rarity, seeing as he needed to drink a ton of alcohol for that to happen- minus the hang over of course- it wasn't a bad way to wake up, randy orton decided sleepily, before returning to his previous position and realising there was a body in his sleepig bag. He froze, muscles tense and jaw set, staring at the familiar shock of blonde, dear god if he so much as looked at Jay wrong, Adam would skin him alive- imagine what Adam would do if he knew randy'd fucked the man's best friend- his thoughts cut themselves off from thoughts of torture and mutilation, as he stared, Jay stirred and randy felt the need to just look at him- take him in- jays features soft, calm, nothing of the usual haughtiness that accompanied his smirk- just a satisfied tranquil expression and randy felt the need to touch- see if it was real- his hand fell on a bony hip- had he been this thin? A soft noise and Jay eradicated what tiny space was left to press against orton, burying his face into his chest, randy swallowed, feeling a tingling sensation in his stomach, like a million butterflies-

Then blue eyes, filled with sleep, looked up at him drowsily. And orton felt his mouth dry up.

"nn?" it took a second or two to kickstart his brain and by then it was buzzing with alarm and jays eyes widened, looking at randy's very awake face- and Jay wriggled- somehow their legs had gotten entangled and each time he moved, he caught orton's ankle- or kicked a shin- and it made him panic even more, eyes wide, "sorry! I just- I couldn't-" he blabbered, unable to focus his thoughts as he tried to get away.

"it's okay," orton said, looking at the Canadian indulgently, hand gripping Jay's waist as though it belonged there. "stay."

Jay hesitated, blinked and looked at orton confusedly, "aren't you goin to throw a fit or anything?"

"what for?"

"I snuck into your sleeping bag." Jason admitted guiltily, looking like a child who did something that deserved chastising.

"it's okay." randy dismissed, "I don't mind."

Jason paused, surely there would be some sort of repercussion, but randy just lay back down, hand, he could still feel it, warm over his hip bone, drawing lazy circles, Jay nodded before snuggling back into the warmth- into that embrace that felt so calming, so assuring- "thanks." he mumbled cautiously, finding orton somewhat strange, "did you eat some bad fish or something?"

Randy raised an amused brow at his bedmate, strange, almost like a first- he'd never had anyone stay long enough in bed to talk to- or you know, not fucked senseless. "what?"

"well... You're taking this awfully well- I mean I really thought you'd... I dunno, kill me or something."

"don't exaggerate" randy thought he wasn't that evil. Maybe on a scale of one to ten, a middle five. Or maybe a seven.

Jason wasn't buying it and stared obstinately at randy, settling on his elbows "... I'm not exaggerating. Have you seen how you RKO every single moving object?"

"that's..." hmm... "good point. Let's just say you're an exception."

Jays brow furrowed, "dude, you left me on the wrong trail- what gives?"

Randy grinned, "you really want to know?"

Jay nodded eagerly

hook line and sinker.

And randy reeled him in, kissing those lips he'd stared at for minutes that seemed like an eternity.

When they broke apart, both feeling too hot in the cramped sleeping bag from the act, jays eyes were wide and his mouth dropped to an "oh."

"yeah" randy nodded emphatically, feeling somewhat pleased with himself

"b-but- but- you left me on the trail!"

"I've seen the error of my ways."

"... Are you trying to get into my pants?"

"maybe later." there was no need to rush, they'd be out here for a week after all, it was only fair for randy to get to know this, whatever it was they were starting (or what randy spearheaded anyway) before consummating their future relationship.

"..." stare

"for now," randy moved, pulling Jay up to rest on his torso, looking at startled eyes, "I just want you."

"you're not gonna eat me are you? Cannibalism-" kiss

"Adam ever tell you you talk too much?"

"... Sometimes?"

Randy nodded, tucking an arm under his head, "don't ever change."

"wait- is this a thing? Are we a thing-" kiss

"what do you want it to be?"

"wait- stop interrupting me!"

"so you don't like me kissing you?"

"what? No- I just need-" kiss

Stare

Smirk

"it's a thing isn't it?" Jay asked slowly,

randy shrugged, "only if you want it to be."

"are the kisses bribes?"

Randy laughed, "maybe."

Jay frowned contemplatively, "can I have some time to think about it?"

"of course."

"can I still crawl into your sleeping bag?"

"you're more than welcome to stay."

"are you still going to k-" kiss

"what was that?"

"you're a jackass." Jay muttered halfheartedly, snuggling back into randy- he'd have a lot to think about- good thing the company wasn't as terrible as he'd thought.

"so long as I'm your jackass."