It was strange. Really strange. He knew him for so long, knew him inside out, but still… something seemed to have changed. He looked at him and saw… something different and he was unable to name it. And then there where small things he suddenly noticed, which he had not noticed before.

John tried to focus back on the show he was watching on the TV, but after a few minutes he caught himself again thinking of HIM. He groaned. He had to do something about that. Maybe… yeah, pizza, beer and football, like friends do? Why not? Enough time to figure things out…

Next day… friday…

After his match, John went directly to the locker room. The door opened and revealed Batista and Jericho. He gave them a short hello and went in. And stopped dead. The room was empty, except for him and…

"Hey John! You did great out there", Randy greeted him, a small smile ghosting around the corners of his mouth.

Randy had obviously taken a shower. His short hair was sticking in different directions, waterdrops were running down his back, arms and… chest, to disappear in the towel, which was wrapped around his waist. He felt something stir in his stomach.

Gods, you're staring at him… John groaned inwardly.

"You okay?" his friend asked, taking a step closer.

"What? Ah, yeah, I'm fine", he assured and headed to his locker to fetch his own towel. He needed a shower right now, a cold one. Gee, this was weird…

Randy was still there, as John came back. Now clad in blue jeans, sneakers and a black hoodie, he was stuffing things into a duffel bag.

Now is as good as anytime… go on Cena…

He stopped beside Randy.

"Hey, you busy tomorrow evening? How about pizza, beer and sports." his asked as casually as possible.

The taller man looked up, again smiling, and nodded.

"Sure. It's been a while. Gonna be there around seven? Should I bring the beer?"

"Great. No, just bring yourself", John replied.

"That I can do", Randy said, heading towards the door. "Gotta go, my daughter is waiting. Bye!"

John waved him a good bye. After the door closed, he found himself staring at it a minute or two longer, thinking. Randy and his wife had broken up and gotten divorced about six month ago, but they still were friends. Randy had never told him why. She took their daughter with her, and three times a week John would see Randy leave with a smile to go and see his little sunshine. He sighed and got himself ready to go.

Saturday…

Dressed in black cargo pants, white sleeveless shirt and white sneakers, John sat on the couch, waiting for his guest. When the doorbell rang, he quickly went to the door, opening it and… froze. Randy looked stunning, he had to admit. Clad in blue jeans, not too tight fitting, and a black shirt, tight fitting, he waited for John to let him in.

"Wow."

He saw Randy arch an eyebrow. Oh. He hadn't said that aloud, had he?

"Uhm, thank you? May I come in or…?" Randy asked, taking a step closer.

Shit.

"Uh, sure, come in", John replied, letting his friend inside.