A Centon Christmas
Warning: Language, slash/sexual content, etc.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, or the WWE in any way, shape, or form. Shame that I don't though.
Summary: When Kelly and Eve are put in charge of the annual Christmas party at McMahon Industries, they decide to get everyone to participate in a huge Secret Santa event. What will Randy do when he picks the name of the one person he's been craving after for a long time?
Before You Read: Hey everyone! I'm in a Holiday mood so I'm going to write this Christmas-themed story about everyone's favorite pairing. This will be a four-part story that will be updated from now until the Christmas weekend.
Chapter 1
Snow littered the grounds of Stamford as the season was growing increasingly cold. Bright, colorful lights and blinking eyecatchers littered almost every house on every street. Kids could be seen tossing snow back and forth at each other, just enjoying the comforts of the winter time.
Despite what he often let on, Randy Orton was astoundingly fond of the winter, Christmastime in particular. However, there were certain reasons for that, and if it were not for those reasons, you might consider Randy a stereotypical scrooge.
Randy sighed greatly when he turned into his destination. There was a significant lack of any decorations even remotely seasonal on his workplace, McMahon Industries, as the mid-aged man pulled up to the huge building. It wasn't that Randy hated his job, but his job could be pretty bland at times. He supposed that was the consequence of being a white-collar office worker, though.
"Good morning, Randy, how was your weekend?" the receptionist, Kelly asked him as he entered the vast building. Randy shrugged and grabbed the paper she was holding out for him. "I'm just happy we get time off. I couldn't pull off working seven days a week."
"I can understand that," Kelly laughed.
The elevator dinged, and out stepped the fashionable Eve Torres, with a bulk of flyers in her hand. "Hey, Randy!" she shouted as she scurried up to him as fast as she possibly could in her high heel stiletto boots.
Randy noticed her presence and greeted her politely. She looked very cheerful, something Randy always could count on her and Kelly for.
Eve handed him a flyer, barely giving him time to read it before she started talking. "It's that time of year again, Randy. I know you'll be attending."
Randy read the flyer and made one of his rare smiles. "You can count on it," he replied. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Vince has placed me in Eve in charge again, so it'll be just like five years ago," Kelly added with a grin. Randy and Eve both knew what that grin meant.
Randy nodded and started for the elevator. "I'll be there," he said when he was inside the elevator and it began to close.
He reached his floor and was almost immediately greeted by an all-too-familiar heavy Irish accent.
"Well if it isn't me best mucker randy. 'ow've yer been?" said Randy's closest and best friend, Stephen, a.k.a. Sheamus. Sheamus was a tall, pale ginger-haired man who to anyone meeting him for the first time would be highly intimidated. Those who knew him better knew that he was just a guy who loved to have a good time with a big heart.
"Eh," Randy shrugged. "I'm alright. What about you? You seem mighty cheerful."
"It's almost Christmas time," Sheamus exclaimed. "Knowin' yer, dis shud be yisser favorite time av year!"
"Why's that?" Randy asked sarcastically.
"I think the answer to that question is standing right behind you."
Randy spun around to be assaulted in a heated kiss from someone he was incredibly fond of.
"Oh, now I remember!" smirked Randy as his husband, John released him from their kiss. John Cena was his husband of three years, though they'd been dating for five. The two men had started dating around Christmastime five years ago, which was why everyone always messed around with them around that season. Randy still remembered it in graphic detail, because as John and Sheamus both knew, it was one of the happiest times of his life.
Randy loved John as a husband. They rarely got into extreme fights, and for the little ones they usually made up very intimately. John was dependable, trustworthy, loving, caring, and much more. A lot of people, including Sheamus, insisted that they'd observed a huge difference in Randy's personality after he started seeing John.
"Did you two hear about the party this year?" John asked.
"How couldn't we? Eve is the best person you could ask for when you need word to spread," Randy replied, holding the flyer in his hand.
"Oi love dees wee gatherings. Gives a guy a break from de stress av de workplace," admitted Sheamus.
"What stress?" John joked. "We sit around in a cubicle almost all day. I'd say boring as hell, but not really stressful."
"Oi suppose oi'm used ter jobs dat require more labor, so dis job is stressful for me…" Sheamus looked at the two men. "John, oi nu yer an' Randy anticipate dis every year."
"I do," John said, looking at Randy. "I don't know about this guy, though."
"I can't stand it," Randy said sarcastically. "I met you around this time. I've been stuck with you ever since."
"You love me. Admit it, Randy," said John.
"Nah, I'm good," Randy shrugged it off playfully.
John pushed Randy up against the wall and kissed him. "Love me now?"
"Y-yes…yes I do…"
"Dees two lovebirds…" Sheamus shook his head to himself.
"You're only excited for the holidays because you like getting presents."
"Do I look like I'm that shallow?"
"You don't want me to answer that question."
Randy took a huge sip of the hot chocolate being served in the office break room. He was listening to the conversation between Cody and Ted, two younger guys that Randy had grown rather close to. He loved hearing the couple converse, as he was always guaranteed to laugh.
Randy chuckled as he looked up above the two men. "Hey guys, look up."
They did just that, and observed a mistletoe dangling from the ceiling. The two men took no hesitance to Randy's presence as Ted swooped Cody up and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Randy made a fake gag, and was punched in the arm by both men.
"Now that I think about it, where is your better half, Randy?" Cody asked, arms crossed.
"He had to deliver some paperwork to someone upstairs," Randy explained. "But if you want to see us making out, I'd be more than happy to-,"
"Don't even," Ted held his hand up playfully. "Seeing you two making out is like seeing middle-aged gay porn…"
"Hey, I think I look pretty good for a thirty-three year old!" Randy held his hands out.
"Never said you did, Mr. Defensive!" Ted responded.
Cody rolled his eyes. "So what are you and John doing for the holidays?"
"We're staying home, like we always do. There's nothing like being with the one you love on Christmas…"
Sheamus joined the conversation, hot chocolate obvious and visible on his upper lip and mustache. "Oi mind whaen yer tart romance wus for bitches, suckers, an' pansies."
"Who, this guy?" Ted pointed to Randy. "I don't believe it."
"Believe it. Before Randy an' John 'ooked up, he 'ated anythin' remotely related ter datin'." Sheamus said, wrapping a huge pale arm around Randy's shoulder.
"You never told us about that, man," Cody looked with playful disbelief.
"Oi suppose 'e's never towl yer aboyt 'oy they 'ooked up, either, 'as 'e?" Sheamus said, his eyes wide.
Sheamus, Ted, and Cody all looked at Randy with a long, intense stare.
"I suppose it may have slipped my mind…" Randy crossed his muscular, tattooed arms and sighed.
"Well, are you going to tell us the story?" Cody asked.
"Like right now?" Randy replied.
"YES!" the three other men said in unison.
"Wait, you already know the story, Sheamus. Why are you insisting I retell it?" Randy looked at Sheamus.
"'Tis a 'eartwarmin' scayle. Can yer please jist tell it?" Sheamus insisted.
"Fine," Randy groaned. "Five years ago, it was around this time, and I was getting ready for work…"
~ FIVE YEARS EARLIER ~
Randy took a long, deep sigh as he stepped out his small apartment to his car. It was that time of year again. Being a St. Louis, Missouri native, he wasn't expecting the heavy amounts of snow that the New England area received, Connecticut in particular. The snow was currently up to the tops of Randy's boots, and he had to lift his feet pretty high in order to advance in it. The twenty-eight year old office worker had a very serious disposition to him that countered most of the happy people he came into contact with.
Randy had moved to Connecticut from Missouri for a fresh start. He found his boyfriend (yes, he was gay) of two years, Dolph Ziggler, having sex with another man, and he didn't want to stay in the same area anymore. He'd been in Connecticut for about a year now; he'd successfully gotten a job at McMahon Industries, a huge business place in the heart of the city.
He hadn't even considered a relationship since he moved to Connecticut. It wasn't as though no one asked him, because he was a strikingly handsome young man with rugged good looks and a toned, fit body. He usually calmly let down anyone who asked, because he wasn't sure he was up to trusting another person with his affection.
Soon enough, he realized he was at his destination. He got out of his car, locked it, and entered the incredibly-sized building he called his workplace.
The first person he ran into almost every morning, the young and fresh-out-of-college receptionist, Kelly Kelly, greeted him warmly as he walked past the front desk. Kelly was a rather gracefully pretty young lady who had instantly took a liking to Randy despite the way he acted at times. The two of them were pretty good friends.
"Hello, Randy!" Kelly exclaimed, holiday spirit obvious in her spunky voice.
"Morning, Kel," Randy politely took the paper she held out for him in her hand. "There's going to be a meeting in the meeting room today, huh? Care to hint me as to what it's about?"
"Sorry, Randy, you'll have to wait and see," Kelly's smile could blind a blind man.
"Well, I'll be going. See you then, I suppose," Randy said, leaving for the elevator.
Randy entered his cubicle, which was almost completely bare despite a few pictures of family and friends on the wall, and sat down in his swivel chair. He took a sip of his coffee and started typing away on his work computer.
A thick Irish accent broke the peaceful silence he was accustomed to. "Randy! top o' ye mornin' ter ya, fella!"
"Sheamus…" groaned Randy. Sheamus, real name Stephen, was the one person (if he wanted to) he could call his best friend. Despite only knowing him for about a year, Sheamus had immediately struck a friendship with the Missourian.
"Nigh is dat any way ter greet yisser mucker?" responded Sheamus, patting him on the back, which came out much more forceful than intended due to the huge size of Sheamus' hands. Sheamus was a six foot five inch tall Irishman with a thick muscular build. He spoke with a thick Irish accent, which often confused the people he talked to, but Randy grew accustomed to his speech patterns within the first month they knew each other.
After lunch break, everyone gathered in the conference room for the meeting that Randy read on the memo Kelly handed him earlier. To his surprise, Kelly and another young lady named Eve Torres presided over the meeting. To everyone's surprise, Kelly and Eve had convinced Vince (the head boss) to allow for an employee Christmas party around the time of Christmas, and they had been put in charge of the party.
"Along with the party, we would ask that everyone please participate in our little round of 'Secret Santa'. I believe everyone here is familiar with the concept?" Eve asked.
Everyone nodded.
"So will everyone pick a name out of this hat, please?" Eve asked, holding out a large hat for everyone to see. She walked up and down the sides of the table, letting every person pick a name out of the hat.
Sheamus leaned into Randy once Eve was facing the other direction. "Who'd yer git? oi got 'unter," he said, referring to Hunter H. Helmsley, a.k.a. Triple H, one of the executives in the building.
Randy let Sheamus peek at his slip of paper. "I got John...as in John Cena…"
TO BE CONTINUED.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! PART 2 UP NEXT WEEK IF ALL GOES AS PLANNED!