This is set after this week's RAW.
I don't own Randy Orton, John Cena, or anyone else mentioned here.
John practically sprinted down the halls, guilt fueling his movements. He hadn't watched the damn match! He'd been the one to rile up Miz and then he'd been so damned confident that Randy would take care of Ziggler.
John burst through the door of Randy's locker room without knocking and stopped a moment. Randy was sitting on the bench, struggling a little in the effort to take off his boots without jarring his knee further. He looked up when John entered.
"Hey," he said with a smile.
"Hey," John said softly. He hesitated a moment, unsure, before going over and kneeling in front of Randy. Randy leaned back, let John take his boots off. "Sorry," John mumbled after a moment.
"Why? You tell Miz to attack me?" Randy was still smiling but it turned into a grimace when John turned his attention to his knee pads and carefully started to take them off.
Randy's knee was already swelling and John gave him a reproachful look. "You didn't get checked out." It wasn't a question. He knew.
"I'm fine," Randy said but he shifted on the bench and John saw his jaw clench.
"Sure you are," John said skeptically as Randy straightened, in obvious pain and not just from his knee. Of course it wasn't just that. Miz had broken the barrier at ringside with Randy's back.
"Don't look at me like that." Randy rolled his eyes. "This was not your fault."
"I should have been watching." John couldn't completely get rid of the guilt. He and Randy were friends, had been for a while, actually since John had gotten himself fired by counting Randy's win over Barrett at Survivor Series. Not that John just wanted to be Randy's friend…of course he'd never tell Randy that.
Randy gave a sigh. "I'm sure it's in the contract somewhere. Gotta get my ass kicked occasionally." He tilted his head. "Why do you do this? You did the same thing when Miz cashed in his contract and I hurt my knee."
John looked down, didn't answer. The truth was that he hadn't realized his feelings for Orton until the day that Wade Barrett had ordered him out of the ring so that Nexus could assault Randy, until he'd been forced to watch the group try their best to destroy the man in front of him. He'd promised himself he wouldn't let something like that happen again if he could stop it.
Randy rolled his eyes again and let out an exasperated breath before he grabbed John by the neck and pulled him close. John had a moment confusion and then shock when Randy pressed his lips against John's.
John froze and for a moment, didn't respond but when he felt Randy tugging him closer, he couldn't help but to. He pressed closer, opening his mouth and, without thinking, wrapped his arms around Randy, pulling him closer.
John stopped, pulled back when he heard Randy give a little pained moan. "Sorry," he said.
"Worth it," Randy said, dismissing the apology. "Been waiting for you to make a move."
John's jaw dropped. "You…why didn't you…?"
Randy shrugged. "Figured I was imagining that you wanted it. I kind of thought you still hated me."
"I've never-" John cut himself off before he could finish and then changed what he was going to say. "I haven't hated you for a while."
"Good." Randy reached for his bag and raised an eyebrow at John, who still hadn't moved. "You gonna help me out here?"
"Sure," John said with a grin, taking Randy's bag from him and pulling out a shirt and a pair of pants.
Randy leaned forward again, kissed him lightly. "Then we can finish this conversation at the hotel?" He asked with a wicked little grin causing John's smile to widen as he leaned in for one last kiss before helping Randy with his shirt.