"They look good together don't they," Sam said to Randy as they danced to yet another classic love song.

Randy looked up and watched John and his bride, Liz dancing together, he was glad that after all this time together they had finally tied the knot. Just as he was thinking about how lucky the two of them were, the song ended. He watched as John kissed the hand of his beloved and made his way to the stage.

As he was about to speak someone at the back of the room yelled, 'let's go Cena,' followed by a chorus of 'Cena sucks.'

"Can't even go a day without hearing it, thank you so much!"

"Get on with it," Randy shouted over to John.

"Okay, okay," John said. "When Liz and I were discussing music for tonight, both of us wanted to ask this person, but the more we thought about it, the more we realized it would be unfair to ask them to go for the whole night and not be able to enjoy the festivities. So instead, we're getting just one or two songs. Please welcome, the WWE's tour manager, the incredibly talented, Emma Blanchard."

Randy applauded, knowing that Emma was an amazing singer. He'd often told her she needed to record an album and pursue a music career however; Emma always said that her first passion was wrestling. Always would be.

"Okay, well I suppose the first song should be dedicated to the happy couple, and just to make it slightly more bearable for the majority of the guests, I'm going to start with, Shania Twain's 'From This Moment'," Emma said to the crowd. "Oh, wait, did I say bearable? I meant to say painful; suck it up boys, you've got to have the lovie-dovie stuff at a wedding."

With that, Emma started her set and Randy found himself being pulled back onto the dance floor by Sam.

As the night went on, party mayhem started, as wrestlers started to get rowdier. Soon enough Emma was putting her Tour Manager hat back on and keeping order so as not to ruin John & Liz's day. Randy found himself seeking out John as Sam, Liz and the other women flocked to the dance floor.

"John, I've got a beer with your name on it, if you like," Randy said, seeing a spark of light shine in John's eyes at the thought.

"Only if I get some fresh air at the same time," John said as he took the bottle from Randy.

Randy cocked his head signaling to follow him outside. They reached the patio area just outside and Randy stopped near the closest set of table and chairs. Before he could sit however, John walked passed.

"If I'm getting fresh air and beer, I want to get some peace as well."

Randy smirked and kept walking, catching up with John as they reached the steps to the garden.

"John, where are we going?" Randy asked.

"Just walk with me, Randy, my old bud," John said, throwing his arm around Randy's shoulder.

"Okay, two things, I'm not old, you are; I'm younger than you by three years," Randy said smirking toward John out the corner of his eye. "And second, don't strain yourself, I'm taller and you can't reach my shoulders."

"You're supposed to be nice to me, it's my wedding day," John said pushing Randy off to the side.

"John, you're drunk," Randy chuckled at his friend's relaxed state.

"I'm not drunk; I'm just happy."

"I'm glad man. It's been a long time coming," Randy said.

He couldn't put his finger on it. As happy as Randy was for John, something inside niggled away at him. He slowed his pace slightly to watch John, his best friend, who was practically marching along the pathway.

"John," Randy called. "There's a bench on your right, sit on it before you march off to Hawaii without your bride."

John practically fell onto the bench and then had to steady himself before he slipped off the other side.

"Again, I tell you, John you're drunk," Randy smirked his all-knowing smirk. "Maybe I should take that drink away from you."

Before he could actually make the effort to take the bottle, John had taken a couple of gulps and downed the majority of the beer.

"There, now you can take the drink from me," John said giving Randy his infectious dimpled grin.

Randy moved round and sat on the bench, leaning back on his elbow, stretching out his muscular body.

"So Mr. Cena, has today been everything you thought it would be?"

"For some reason, I had in my mind that we were having a small wedding. I don't know how it got to be this size."

"Hence the need for air?" Randy enquired.

"Little bit," John said looking sheepish. "Does that make me a bad person?"

"Of course not, you're just overwhelmed by it all. It's been a big day."

"And it's not helping that my neck is still tight from that match the other night."

"John, you need a massage," Randy said. "That's why the company has them on staff."

"Yeah, I know, I just never get around to going in and seeing them."

"Listen, turn around," Rand instructed.

John swung his legs around so he was facing away from Randy.

"Why am I doing this?"

"So I can get at that neck, I studied a little sports therapy while at school; so I can probably help a little, but when you get back on tour you have to see a therapist."

Randy reached up to John's shoulders and started kneading them working in toward his neck. He felt John instantly relax under his touch. As he reached the top of John's spine he tried to continue kneading, however due to the tuxedo jacket, Randy was unable to press as firmly.

"John, you're gonna have to remove your jacket."

"You trying to get me naked, Orton?" John asked jokingly.

Even though Randy knew that John was joking he felt a chill go down his spine and pool his stomach.

"I just meant…" Randy started. "I just meant it would be easier to sort your neck out without a jacket."

Randy didn't understand why he was acting the way he was. John had unsettled him with his comment making him feel like a blabbering teenage schoolgirl.

"Okay, okay, I'll strip for you."

"Just you're jacket," Randy managed to joke.

John pulled his jacket off, laid it across his lap, and relaxed into Randy's hands.

Randy continued to work the muscles in John's neck particularly the area around John's neck. His fingers travelled along the line, working the scar along his neck, feeling the tension release from John.

Randy was about to move his fingers down John's spine when he heard a low moan escape from John's lips. He was about to pull away, feeling like things were getting out of control.

"That's it," John said holding Randy's hand in place. "Right there."

Randy felt something he'd not felt for another man, deep down in his gut; hell he'd only ever had that feeling when he first met Sam. He kept massaging the spot at the top of John's neck.

"Randy, God, you've got great hands," John said leaning back against Randy's body.

"I think I should stop," Randy said quietly, though not taking his hands from John's body, simply running them back down to his shoulders.

"Please don't," John said with a purely sexual tone.

Randy found his body reacting to John's moans; he tried to shift his body so John didn't feel the reaction, but as he moved so John moved in tandem.

"Damn it, John," Randy groaned, finally having the strength to move away.

"What is it?" John said standing up as he spoke.

Randy felt a hand on his arm that was firm yet still gentle. John held on to his arm until he turned round and faced him. A look of need in his eyes, but a voice inside telling him it wasn't right to have the thoughts he was having.

Randy was hoping his thoughts didn't need to be spoken, that Cena would just let the matter rest.

"What is it?" John repeated.

"Nothing, you just got heavy leaning against me like that," Randy lied trying to shake it off, hoping John couldn't tell he was lying.

"Don't lie to me, you're no good at it; I've known you too long."

"You don't know when to let things drop though," Randy snapped tilting his head to side as he spoke. "I keep dodging the question because I don't want to answer it."

Randy saw John take a step back and regretted raising his voice.

"Okay, so you were channeling 'The Viper' for a moment, then." John said trying to laugh the awkward situation off.

"I just don't want to deal with it; let it drop," Randy said, walking passed John placing a hand on his shoulder as he went by, gently squeezing.

Randy was about to let go and continue walking when John put his hand over Randy's to stop him moving it.

"Randy…" John urged with no reply. "Randy, look at me."

Randy took a deep breath and turned on his heel to look at John. Within moments of turning around, John had stepped closer, bringing his hand up to Randy's face, gently cupping his cheek, holding his face so he continued to look at him.

"If I made you uncomfortable… I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I got lost in the moment. Enjoying the feeling of your hands working their magic."

"That's the problem, John," Randy said. "I felt too comfortable; it made me feel…good."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Too many things. One you're a guy! Two, you're my best friend! Three…"

Before he could continue, John had stepped forward, reached up, and placed his lips on Randy's. At first, Randy was too stunned to respond but when John's tongue ran across his bottom lip, Randy's mouth opened up and he took hold of the back of John's head pulling him closer.

Tongues clashed for dominance until John nibbled on Randy's lip. At that point, Randy was succumbed to John's talented lips.

"John, you back here?" Randy heard from behind them.

He pulled back, pushing John to an arms distance as he caught his breath.

"Three," he whispered. "You just got married."

The truth of the situation came crashing back into John's eyes as Randy moved to the bench to retrieve the glasses.

"John?" Matt, his brother, called out again.

"He's here," Randy said giving John one last look. "He just needed some air."

"John, you're needed to cut the cake," Matt said.

"Okay," he replied, falling into step with his Matt.

Randy watched as the two brothers walked back to the building. He still wasn't sure what had transpired between them. He only knew they'd never be able to discuss it again. Especially working in the business they were in. Taking a deep breath Randy started to make his way to the building. Sam would think it strange he weren't there. On his way back in, he bumped into Emma.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Randy," she said.

"No, just the lateness starting to get to me," he lied.

"Well, if you need to why don't you and Sam head off early. John'll understand. After all, you still have to work next week."

"Thanks for reminding me," he said solemnly. "Maybe you should do the opposite. Have a life for once."

"What are you trying to say?" she chuckled.

"Sorry, it came out wrong," said Randy apologetically. "I just mean you're always looking after everyone else; even here tonight. Maybe you should let your hair down."

"I'll think about it."

Randy didn't hear Emma's reply; he was too busy watching John and Liz cut the cake to a round of applause from everyone else in the room.

Truth be told, he wished he were back in the garden with John, wished he hadn't broken that kiss. Now he had to sit and feign happiness for the man he now found he wanted for himself.

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