A/N: I know, I know. I've been lazy with my other story 'Where I Stood', but you know when you have this idea and it just won't go the fuck away? That's what happened here, lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it anyway and please review and tell me if I should continue this or not. Thanks. I'll try updating my other story as soon as I can but I really like this one and I hope you do, too.

9:06 P.M.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I've...I've been shot."

"You were shot?"

"Yes."

"Okay, can you tell me your location?"

Shallow breathing was the operator's only response, causing her to say, "Sir, I can't help you until you tell me your location."

Clearing his throat, the man on ther other end began slowly, "I'm...I'm in a parking lot...um, in front of...The Holiday Inn, on Hampton Avenue. Please hurry, it's really bad."

"Okay, I have help coming right now." The operator reassured calmly, "Is there anyone else with you?"

"Yes," The man answered, a shaky breath following, "He was shot, too, but...he's...he's not moving."

"He's not moving? Is he breathing?"

A small sob was heard on the other end, "I can't move...but it doesn't look like he's breathing...please can you tell them to hurry."

"They're gonna get there as quickly as they can, I promise." The operator assured, hearing how scared and alone the man sounded on the other end. No matter how much she had been trained for calls exactly like this, it never got any easier. "Sir, Can you tell me your name?"

"It's John. John Cena."

"Okay, John, just stay calm. Everything's gonna be fine."

The shallow breathing started to get louder and louder as panic began to creep into John's body, "There's so much blood...I can barely breath and I'm really dizzy. You have to tell them to hurry please. I don't want to die."

The operator's heart nearly broke at the desperate tone of his voice, "I know, I know. They will be there before you know it. Just try to focus on breathing, okay?"

Nothing. No response.

"John? John, are you still there?"

Again, no response.

9 Hours Earlier.

12:00 Noon.

"Oh, fuck, John. So...fuck...so tight."

"Oh, god, Randy. So good...so close."

"Shit...me too."

Randy's hands held a vice like grip onto John's hips as he watched the man above him, ride him hard and fast.

John's tight heat, almost choking his cock, making the unbelievable pleasure almost unbearable. Almost. Both men were on the brink of climax, as nothing but filthy expletives and eachother's names fell from their lips. The bed rocking and creaking in protest.

"Touch yourself," Randy demanded, in between heavy breathing, "I want to see you touch yourself for me, baby."

John moaned in response as one hand made it's way from clinging to the bed's headboard, to being wrapped around his aching cock.

"Fuck yeah," Randy panted, his head falling back, his eyes closing in pure pleasure.

John raised his body up and down, Randy's cock hitting his prostate without fail, making John's body shake with undeniable bliss. "Randy...god...I can't...I'm gonna cum."

"Go ahead, I'm right there with you, baby."

John stroked himself faster as Randy thrusted up, meeting the other man's downward motions, driving himself deeper into John's oh-so-tight heat. Randy kept up his pace, thrusting up, harder and rougher, sending John over the edge, his cum shooting all over his hand and Randy's chest, "Oh, fuck.."

Randy soon followed as he shot his load inside John's ass, "Fuck, fuck, fuck.." He whispered, before biting his lower lip, continuing to thrust up into John, riding out the last of his mind-blowing orgasm. "Come here," Randy grabbed John's face, pulling him into a searing kiss. As the need for air became too great, the two men broke apart, still breathing heavily as they stared into eachother's eyes.

After a few moments, John climbed off of Randy, his soft cock slipping out of John's ass. John fell gently to his side, trying to calm his breathing, both men sweaty, sticky and extremely satisfied.

Randy got up slowly, making his way towards the bathroom. He came back to the bed with a small towel, cleaning himself off before laying back down on the bed. When he was finished, he gently tossed the used cloth onto the floor. Turning his head in John's direction, he saw the other man wearing a somber expression.

Rasing an eyebrow, Randy asked, "What? The sex not as good for you as it was for me?" He meant it as a joke, but when he saw no reaction from the man next to him, he turned over, laying on his side to get a better look at John, asking concerningly, "What is it?"

Seeing the concern on the younger man's face, John smiled softly and leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on Randy's lips. Pulling back slightly, John breathed out a low chuckle, noticing the way Randy leaned forward for more. "Nothing's wrong," John began, "It's just...I wish we could stay up here longer, you know?"

A small frown appeared on Randy's face knowingly, casting his eyes down slightly, "Yeah, I know. Me too." Breathing out a sorry sigh, he added, "But...you know-"

"Yeah," John said, grabbing Randy's hand reassuringly, lovingly, "I know."

Randy nodded slowly, bringing John's hand up to his lips and kissing it thankfully. Both men having been brought back to the reality of their situation.

You see, Randy is married.

To John? No.

Randy is married to a man named Hunter Helmsley. They had been together for about 5 years and married for 2 of them. Randy loved Hunter, or so he thought he did. I mean, he must have if he stayed with the man for five years, right?

However, everything changed the night he met John.

It was at a bar, that Randy remembered. Him and a few of his colleagues, including Wade Barrett, a good friend of his and, as he found out that night, a good friend of John's as well.

Wade was the one who introduced the two men. If Randy ever remembered anything that night, he'd never forget the part when he first laid eyes on John. Randy could never explain the feeling he got, but it was that feeling that made him believe that John was going to be someone special in his life.

They made small talk for a few minutes and then, John smiled.

That smile.

John could win over anyone with that smile and Randy knew instantly that he couldn't go without seeing that smile again.

Long story short, they had sex that night and had been doing so from then on. Until, as it always does, it grew into more. Randy found himself thinking about John more and more everyday. He found himself wanting to talk to him, tell him about his day, or even something as small as just sitting and relaxing quietly with him. Although, with John, it was never really quiet.

For Randy, being around John quickly turned into an escape. Being with John was one of the few things he looked forward to each day.

Randy and John made it a point to see eachother everyday, no matter what. Sometimes, when Randy was on lunch, they'd meet up at a nearby hotel or when Randy got off work, they'd meet at John's place. Sneaking around wasn't something they enjoyed doing, but they had to do it, if that meant being together. John never minded as long as he was with Randy. The older man couldn't even imagine his life without him and they had only been together for a few months. However, between those few months, they had endured a lot toghether.

John was a drug addict.

He is now in recovery and has been clean for about 2 months now.

It was hard. Not only for John, but for Randy, too. The younger man had found out about John's addiction about a month after their affair actually started. John always told Randy that if it wasn't for him, he'd most likely be dead or on the verge. John believed that Randy saved his life and made him want to get better.

Randy never left. That alone made John fall for him completely.

Randy never saw it that way, though. John got better all on his own. All he wanted was for John to get better and the thought of leaving his side through one of the hardest moments in his life, wasn't even a thought.

Everything got better, though. Now, John went to NA Meetings everyday and had been doing his best to stay clean. Not to say it wasn't hard, it was, but with Randy by his side, he knew he could do it.

They loved eachother.

Although, they never once said the actual words to eachother.

They didn't need to.

When it came to the point where Randy actually thought about John even when he was with Hunter, his own husband, he knew he was in too deep. Leaving his husband seemed like the logical choice.

If only it was that easy.

Hunter wasn't only Randy's husband, he was also his boss.

Randy was a detective and worked at the ST. Louis Police Department. Hunter was Cheif of police. He also gave a whole new meaning to 'dirty cop'. Not that Hunter ever told Randy of his less than legal dealings, but the younger man wasn't stupid; he knew. Hunter was connected. He had connections with pretty much every high profile criminals in St. Louis. He scratched their backs, they scratched his. Not only that, but Hunter was controlling, he didn't like being made a fool of and he was a man who could make people's lives hell if you even tried. Randy knew that if Hunter found out about John and their affair, Randy would be number 1 on Hunter's hit list...literally. He'd do his best to make Randy's life a living hell just out of spite because that was just the kind of person he was.

I guess there's your reason for why he had stayed with him for so long.

Randy told John all about Hunter, and the kind of person he was, which is why John didn't mind sneaking around. The last thing John wanted was for Randy to take the brunt of Hunter's wrath because of him.

"You should start getting ready to head back to the station, your lunch break ended like 10 minutes ago." John reminded Randy reluctantly. Neither man ready to leave the comfort of the bed and eachother.

Randy let out an unenthusiastic huff, "Yeah, you're right."

John let go of Randy's hand, sitting up on his elbows as Randy swung his legs over the side of the bed, slipping his boxers on, "I gotta start getting ready for my meeting, anyway."

Randy turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder, saying with a smile, "Did I ever tell you how proud I am of you?"

"Yes, but it doesn't hurt to hear it again." John responded with his own smile.

Randy stood up off the bed, quickly putting on his pants and buckling his belt. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, checking to see if there were any missed calls or messages. Opening his phone, he frowned slightly in confusion and minor panic.

"What's wrong?" John asked, immediately noticing Randy's sudden change in demeanor.

"I have 10 missed calls," Randy answered, "All from Hunter."

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