AN: So this is just short and sweet. The idea came to me after I finished chapter 5 of It's Nice To Know You Work Alone. I love how slightly random and cute it is. Review and let me know what you think.

Groaning, John took the pillow from underneath his head and used it to shield the sun from his eyes. The sudden movement and impact of his head hitting the mattress beneath him intensified the pounding in his head.

He gave up on finding sleep again and stretched out on the bed. It had been a rough night. He had stupidly let his ego take over for the night and had ended up in a drinking contest at the bar. There was never a true winner of a drinking contest. Now, sporting his pounding headache, the fleeting moments of cheering and owning one of the rookies didn't feel as sweet as it had last night.

He hardly remembered much past when the other man had ran from the bar to go puke his guts out in the bathroom. The other guys cheered him on and they had a round of celebratory shots. Mistake number two.

Now it wasn't John's first rodeo. He remembered nights in his youth where he could drink other men under the table and wake the next morning feeling fine. Some mornings he would even get a good workout in. The key to it was staying hydrated when drinking. He would drink nearly a gallon of water before sleeping, the perfect hanger over away medicine.

He just wished he knew why he hadn't done so last night.

And then as if some high power above was listening to John's inner thoughts, there was a groan on the other side of the bed.

John's head immediately snapped over to where the sound had came from and saw what he hadn't noticed while musing over last night's events. He was not in bed alone.

The other man was lying on his stomach with his face buried in pillows, but the heavily tattooed arms gave away who the other man was. Instantly fleeting images of the two of them tangled together as they moaned and grinded against each other filled his head.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk" He threw his head back into the mattress again and covered his shamed face with his hands. That made mistake number three.

He heard more shuffling on the other side of the bed and then he felt Randy sit up and let out a hiss.

John sat up and looked over to where Randy was gathering up the sheets on the bed to cover his body so that no skin except that on his head and hands showed.

"No need to be shy now, I'm pretty sure I've already see what you're hiding." There was nothing John hated more than awkward mornings with one night stands. So they had sex the pervious night. It didn't mean any had to change between them.

A light blush coved Randy's cheeks, but his grip of the cover only tightened with John's words. "I'm not hiding I was just cold."

John smiled and rolled out of the bed. He stretched again and shot a sideways glance at Randy who was pointedly looking everywhere but at John with a deeper blush tinting his cheeks. "Do you remember any of last night? Because the last thing I remember is being at the bar drinking."

Randy quickly shook his head. "I'm just as clueless about how I ended up here."

John shrugged in a 'oh well' fashion. It wasn't the first time he had awakened without any recollection of what happened the night before. He supposed there were worst things in the world than drunkenly hooking up with Randy Orton. "Well I'm hungry. I'm going to head down to get something to eat. You want to come?"

He watched as Randy internally debated the offer before he nodded his head.

John went about his hotel room going through his suitcase picking out a t-shirt and pair of sweats. When he was dressed he looked back over to Randy who was still bundled beneath the sheets on the bed. "Are you planning on moving any time soon?"

"Yes." Still he just sat there.

"What's the hold up?"

"I don't want to wear what I wore out last night. It's dirty." John sighed and walked back over to where his suitcases were and tossed Randy an outfit similar to the one he wore. But still Randy showed no sign of moving.

"What now?"

"Nothing." Randy reached across the bed and grabbed the clothes. He slowly got dressed underneath the covers making sure not to show any skin.

When he was finally dressed he stood up off of the bed searching for his abandoned shoes. John laughed to himself taking in Randy's slightly funny walk due to their activities the night before.

"Okay, I'm ready." John started out of the room and Randy followed him.

The walk and elevator ride down to the hotel's restaurant was in complete silence.

John knew he and Randy hadn't been the best of friends, but it also wasn't like they known each other before last night. They talked occasionally at shows and when they happened to see the other around the arena.

What he didn't understand was why Randy was being so weird about what happened. So they had sex. Oh well. It was obviously a drunken mistake. The more they dwelled on it and danced around it the more awkward thing between them would be.

It didn't help that Randy was acting so meek and quiet. It was out of character for him and John didn't like him like that. It made him uncomfortable and John didn't like being uncomfortable.

"Sooooo," John started after they were seated and the perky waitress had taken their orders. "About last night."

"Yeah, about that." Randy looked down at the table refusing to make eye contact with John.

"Well I don't know how it happened. It was obviously a bad idea but it happened, so I guess we just have to deal with it now."

"Yeah, deal with it." With each word John said Randy seemed to get more embarrassed and mortified. His face was steadily reddening and he was looking down at the table as if it were the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

"Well I can't be sure if we were safe last nigh. But I'm clean; my last testing was last month. What about you?"

"What do you mean, what about me?" Randy had still yet to make eye contact with John and it was starting to annoy him. He was making things a lot more difficult than they had to be.

"Have you been tested? Do you have sexual diseases? Is it the clap? Please tell me it's not gonorrhea. Its gonorrhea isn't it? Oh shit, is it HIV? I swear I will fucking kill you if it is Randy." John was panicking. It looked like he found his fourth mistake and it was probably the worst mistake he had ever made in his life. Probably the last mistake he would make in his life.

"Would you stop being so damn dramatic." Randy finally looked up from the staring match he had been having with the table and glared at John. "I'm pretty damn sure I'm clean so stop freaking out."

"How can you be sure though? They only way to know for sure is if you've been tested." John wasn't buying Randy's claim to be sure he was clean. He had jumped into bed with John the night before drunk and dumb so sue him if he didn't believe he was the cleanest man on the planet.

"I can be sure because last night was my first time." And with that Randy abruptly stood up from the table and stalked out of the restaurant.

"Who's the dramatic one now?" John mumbled under his breath as he followed Randy out of the restaurant with his eyes.

At first John wanted to believe that Randy had just said it to get a rise out of him and play a prank on him, but as he looked back on the morning, he knew Randy hadn't been lying.

All of the signs were there. The permanent blush on his cheeks, how he didn't want John to see him naked and of course the wincing and funny limp in his walk. John couldn't believe that at his age he had fucked a virgin who wasn't nearly fifteen years his junior.

He felt horrible that he had been Randy's first and he had been too drunk to even remember it. He had been Randy's first and he had been beyond drunk during it.

John felt like absolute shit.

He spent the next two weeks trying to grovel to Randy but he wouldn't hear any of it. Randy didn't return his calls, messages or texts. Randy ignored him whenever they saw each other in the arena and threw out any sorry gifts that John sent him.

No matter what John did to apologize, Randy refused it and that only made John's internal guilt increase.

On the other hand Randy was embarrassed. He couldn't believe he had let it slip to John that he had been a virgin. He was sure it would be the one secret he would take with him to his grave.

His reluctance to have sex with any of the men he dated was something he had just lived with. He didn't know why he was so reluctant. Whenever things had come anywhere close to sex he always chickened out and left very irate men in his wake.

But that night with John, he didn't know what had come over him. Unlike John he couldn't blame it on alcohol. He had been completely sober when John approached him in the bar. Any person with a slight amount of sense could see how drunk John was, but even barely able to stand, John was still a smooth Casanova. Randy couldn't help but to be drawn in by John's flirting and light touches.

Before he knew it they were heading up to John's room and he was naked, on his back being pounded in to.

And damn was it a good pounding, and if he had to wait another thirty one years to have sex that good he would gladly wait again.

It had seemed like the perfect idea at the time. And when John claimed he didn't remember any of it, Randy had thought he had finally lifted the stupid burden that held him back in relationships.

But after telling John about his virginity in the restaurant that morning he had been too embarrassed to stay so he fled. And now he continued to flee. He ignored John like the plague and hoped that if he ignored him long enough, everything would disappear and he could continue to live his life like it had never happened. But of course nothing ever went the way he planned.

"You can't hide from me forever." The voicemail spoke in Randy's ear as he listened to what had to be the millionth one from John. "Watch me." Randy said sarcastically as he shut his phone and walked along the path that lead from his driveway to his front door.

He was going to be home, resting and trying to forget about what had happened almost two weeks ago. He was going to turn his phone off and lock his doors and try to forget all about John and how sexy and great in bed he was.

"I really wish I didn't have to resort to this." Randy's heart just about stopped beating in his chest. There was the very man he was trying to get away from sitting on his front steps.

"What the hell are you doing here John?"

"You won't listen to me or return any of my phone calls. Do you know how terrible I feel? I practically took advantage of you and raped you. You were waiting for marriage weren't you? I ruined your chastity! The worst part is I don't even remember so I don't even know if it was good sex and worth it or not." John had stood up and began pacing back and forth in front of Randy's house and was practically shouting with every word he spoke.

"Would you keep your voice down?" Randy asked as he looked around checking to see if any of his nosey neighbors had heard. He walked up the stairs and unlocked his door. He waited until John was inside and the door was closed and locked before he spoke again. "Why are you so concerned about what happened? Nothing can change it so why don't we just forget it ever happened?"

"We can't just forget it happened! It was your first time. You're going to remember it for the rest of your life. You were obviously waiting and I went and ruined that. I don't have to marry you right? You're not old fashioned or anything like that right?" John couldn't help but feel bad. If Randy were a woman, there would have been a major risk of pregnancy. He felt bad that because Randy couldn't get pregnant, there wasn't really any obligation for him to care, besides his moral one of course. And yes he did still have morals and standards even if it hadn't been his first drunken hook-up.

Randy knew that there was no avoiding John this time. He felt bad that his own poor judgment and need to finally lose his virginity had seemingly drove John into becoming an amateur stalker.

"Listen John, I wasn't saving myself for marriage or any of your other crazy notions. There was just never a moment where I felt the timing was right. And you didn't rape me or take advantage of me. I wasn't drunk. I was completely sober I just lied about being drunk because I was embarrassed."

"You were embarrassed?" John stopped where he had been pacing around Randy's living room and looked at Randy. "What the hell would you have had to be embarrassed about?"

"I took advantage of you. I knew you were drunk and probably wouldn't remember in the morning but I couldn't help it."

There was an awkward silence and the two of them had a slight staring match before John said the last thing Randy would have ever expected to fall from his lips.

"Was I good?"

"You've got to be kidding me John. That's all you have to say?"

"What? It was your first time. I know I'm pretty decent in the sac but I don't know if I brought my A game or not. I can't remember any of it."

The blush John loved so much instantly began to dust over Randy's cheeks. "It was, you know."

"But I don't know." John slowly began to stalk over towards where Randy was trying to take refuge standing behind the couch.

"I mean it felt good…" Randy said as he looked away trying not to make eye contact with John.

"Good? That's all it was?" John was close enough to hear the deep breaths Randy was taking in. Randy gave a small nod and John chuckled and walked forward until they were pressed flush against each other. "What if I told you it could be amazing?"

Randy felt his knees begin to get weak and felt his body temperature rise. It felt like the seconds were ticking by as hours as they just stared at each other. The eye contact was only broken when John licked his bottom lip.

In the next instant Randy had quickly closed the distance in between their mouths and he knew instantly that they were on for round two. The thought that John was sober and more coherent only made his blood boil hotter until he was sure lava was flowing through his veins. Something told him he was in for some good sex and the thought made him smile against John's lips. His ass was going to be so sore, but he knew it would be more than worth it.

AN II: This wasn't written to have the sex scene included, but if people want to know what happened the first time, and what will happen the second time, let me know and I'll write a little John teaching Randy the ropes chapter.