Title: Caged Emotions

Pairing: Randy Orton/Edge

Contents: M/M Relationships and Language

Fandom: WWE Slash
Rating: PG-13 – R

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea

Edge POV

Caged Emotions. Caged. Trapped.

Exactly how I feel when in public or around people in general. Why? Because I can't show my love for him. The man I love more than anything in my life. My soul mate, my Lover; My life. Can't show my love for him for the fear of what everybody else would think.

Because we're protecting each other, protecting each other from becoming the locker room punching bag, just because they can't stand "Gays". Them being the Locker room in general. As I clearly recall what Hunter, Dave and the rest of his cronies did to Chris and Jay. Got so bad Chris couldn't take it anymore and left, Jay not too far behind.

So we knew we had to keep our relationship, our love out of the public eye, Can't even show it in the locker room, considering there are no locks on the doors. For the fear of somebody walking in on us.

The only time I get to show him how much I care, show my love for him; is behind closed doors. I look over and catch him gazing at me, and smile shyly in return. I held his gaze for several moments before dropping my gaze to look at the floor.

I pulled my boots on, lacing them up as some of the superstars exited the locker room. The last remaining Wrestlers were John Cena, Shawn Michaels and Jeff Hardy.

I look over to see him lacing his own boots, as Jeff left for his match and Shawn said something I didn't catch as I was too busy watching Him. John left soon there after and we were alone. For the first time that day since we arrived in separate cars, and at different times.

I stand up and grabbed my trench coat as I met him at the closed door. We locked gazes once more, before I could no longer resist the urge to pull him in my arms. When I was sure no body would come in, taking a risk I through my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his for just a moment.

A warm feeling spread through out my body as our kiss deepened slightly and he wrapped his arms around me. Time seemed to stand still. All the worries weighing upon my mind before seemed to have disappeared. It was as if Hunter and Dave didn't exist. I felt him leaning me against the locker room door.

I moaned and pulled him tighter against me. I felt his tongue at my lips demanding entrance, and it was granted. Our tongues rubbing against one another, as our bodies repeated the movements.

We rubbed against each other wanting, needing that sweet, delicious friction. My hands traveled down his body to start pushing his trunks down when . . .

*Knock . . . Knock . . . *

"Edge . . . Randy, you're on in five!" The stage hand yelled outside the locker room door.

"Okay! We'll be there!" I yelled back finally finding my voice again.

I felt him press his lips to mine once more as that very same warm feeling spread through me. I responded eagerly as I kissed him back, willing him to feel my love, desire, desperation and misery all in that one kiss. When we broke apart, I felt cold.

Empty.

When I looked in his ocean blue eyes I could tell he felt the same. As I locked eyes with Randy I could see his caged emotions, and he could no doubt see my own.

~ Finished