WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND SLASH

Disclaimer: I own nada except Rhian and the nameless guys. (Shame really, I would love to own a piece of Orton... Or Cody... Oh, we could be here all day...!)

Hope you like this one :-) Apologies if Oc's aren't your thing, but it's necessary for what's to come. I promise from the next chapter it'll be more about Randy and Cody - I'm building it gradually!

Big thanks to Blazing Glory for reading and offering suggestions - I might need a bigger net to catch those beastly plot bunnies though!

Enjoy... :-)

Chapter 2

"Keep the change…" I mumble to the cab driver, my lips half-locked with… shit, what's his name? I shrug to myself as we both stumble out of the cab and cling to each other up the path.

At the door, I forget where my key is. He giggles as I frantically search my pockets. In my drunken haze, I hold the now found key aloft as if it's a fucking medal. He laughs and I frown. The key enters the lock on the third attempt. His mouth is insane on my neck. I know his teeth are leaving marks and I know that I should stop him, but it feels so good, I'm beyond caring.

Inside and we're halfway up the stairs when he trips over my feet and we collapse in a heap. I have no idea how much noise we're making, but I reckon Rhian is probably awake by now. Randy's away like usual. I tried to persuade her to come out to a few bars with me, but she refused. So I went alone. I sat at the bar, drinking into oblivion until this one appeared and well… I'm so fucking horny right now, I would have taken anyone home.

Randy went left two nights ago and he's due back tomorrow. The last night he was here was hell. Fuck knows what he was doing to Rhian, but she sure as hell loved it and I just lay there in the next room, wishing it were me. Since then, I've been on edge. And I'll be damned if I'm going to spend another night alone with my thoughts and my hand.

I snap back as - seriously, need to remember his name – pulls at my shirt, tugging me upright and further up the stairs. He twists his tongue around mine, his fingers raking through my hair and then down to un-do my belt and my pants. I manage to get us through the door to the bedroom and close it firmly behind us before we're caught.

I push him back, maybe a little too roughly and he trips onto the bed. He lies there, biting his lip as I un-do my shirt and then finish the rest of his handy work by un-doing my pants completely. I'm about to push them down when he stops me with a groan.

"What?"

He doesn't answer me, just crawls forward on the bed. Half of me just wants to fuck him crazy and then kick him out, but his mouth looks so tempting… I let him have it his way. He pulls me over to him by the waistband of my boxers. His lips caress my stomach, then drop lower as he pulls my boxers down. My dick hits his chin bounces free and he chuckles. He grips my hips, holding me there as he runs his tongue up and down my length. My knees feel weak. Fuck, it's been too long…

As his mouth covers the tip, I chance a look down. His eyes are closed which makes it so much easier. I watch my dick move in and out of his mouth and slowly, I start to blot out his face and replace it with someone else's. I bite my lip, willing myself not to call out Randy's name. I grip his head tightly, pulling desperately at his hair. He moans and it sends crazy vibrations through my dick, up my spine, into my head. I ram myself forward into his mouth, not caring about anything but what's in my mind's eye: Randy swallowing every last part of me.

His hand creeps up my stomach to grasp at my neck. He wants me to kiss him. I push him away. He frowns but does what I want. I nudge his legs and he rolls over obediently. I pull his pants down far enough and suck on my middle finger briefly, before pushing into him. He groans loudly.

"Quiet," I whisper. He ignores me and I give up. I pull out my finger and shove my dick in, relentless in my actions. He moans beneath me, begging me over and over again. I grip his hips, resisting the temptation to cover his mouth with my hand. The sudden urge to hear someone appreciate me is too much and I lap it up, listen to his voice reverberate around my head.

"Shit," I almost scream, pushing into him hard, my head exploding. I collapse forward, smothering him with my body. His back sticks to my chest.

The door creaks behind me and I glance over my shoulder. A sudden coldness fills me as I realise Rhian is standing there, her mouth open slightly, eyes wide.

"God, I'm so sorry," she splutters. But she doesn't move.

I struggle up and reach down to pick up my clothes.

"I… I just heard… God, I don't know. Sorry," she whispers, backing out of the room and shutting the door loudly.

"Who was that?"

"My housemate," I mutter, pulling up my pants. "You should go."

"What? You get busted and you want to stop?"

"Go." I can feel my blood boiling. He scowls at me.

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"Dude…"

"What part of go, do you not get?" I hiss.

He rolls his eyes, pulls up his pants and slouches out of the room. I listen to him thud down the stairs, murmur something and then the door slams.

I chew the inside of my mouth. I hear the TV go on loudly. And then the volume goes down. I sigh, zip up my jeans and head downstairs.

Rhian isn't in the lounge, but I can hear in the kitchen. The tap goes on and then off and she reappears, glass of water in hand. She blinks at me.

"I'm so sorry," she says for the third time.

"It's fine…"

"I don't know why I walked in on you… I just heard groaning and I thought… Well, I don't know what I thought, but I just didn't think that you would have company. Shit that came out wrong… You know what I mean? Right?" She catches my eye for a second and then looks away.

"I know…. It's fine…"

She slurps at her water; the sound is loud. "So… is he your boyfriend? I didn't mean to make him angry."

"He's not my boyfriend." I feel insulted at the thought. "I just met him at a bar."

"Why did he storm out?"

"I told him to go."

"Why?"

I shrug. She eyes me suspiciously and then walks over to slouch onto the couch.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"I don't know."

She rubs her forehead. "God I feel so stupid, all the times I told you to go get a girlfriend or just assumed you had been with girls when you came back late…" She looks up at me. "You should have put me straight… So to speak."

I can't help but laugh. "Rhian, seriously, don't worry."

"But you looked so shocked."

"I was… I just wasn't expecting you…"

"To find out?"

"I guess." I sink on to the couch.

"I won't tell… I mean, if that's what you want."

I glance to my side. Rhian meets my gaze steadily. "Thanks."

"One thing though."

I raise an eyebrow questioningly. She pauses. "Nothing."

"No, tell me."

"No," she shakes her head. "It doesn't matter." She runs a hand through her hair, chewing her lip thoughtfully. "Anyway… I'm going back to bed. 'Night…" She kisses my cheek as she passes.

"'Night…" I murmur. I sink back against the couch and stare mindlessly at the TV. I shouldn't have thrown that guy out. I should have just shrugged it off, laughed even, and just carried on. But it was her face. That look of shock chills me still. I wonder if she'll tell Randy. I can't work out what his reaction will be. Indifference? Or the opposite? My stomach twists nervously at the thought of his potential disgust. I can just see it now: I sit cowering on the couch, whilst Randy shouts his mouth off whilst Rhian stands helpless in the background.

No… That's wrong. Randy would just crack open two beers, shove one into my hand, tell me not to worry, he doesn't give a shit about who I fuck and then we'll watch the game. Halfway through, Rhian will walk in, curl up at Randy's side. His arm will slide around her shoulders. He'll kiss her head. He'll murmur in her ear. I'll watch as he takes a swig of his beer, watch his lips curl around the mouth of the bottle…

"Hey man."

I look up startled – Randy is standing in the doorway, bag in hand.

"Hey." I frown. "What are you doing here? Thought you weren't back till tomorrow?"

"Yeah, well thought I'd surprise Rhian…" he grins at me.

"Right." I force myself to smile back.

"What are you doing up late?" Randy dumps his bag next to the door and makes his way through to the kitchen.

"I got in an hour ago."

"Rhian didn't go with you?" he asks. I hear the refrigerator door open and close and a beer being cracked open.

"No…"

He reappears and then slumps onto the couch next to me. "You went on your own?"

"Why not?"

He shrugs. "Thought you and Rhian were joined at the hip when I wasn't around. Even when I'm around, you're always together."

I frown at him and he laughs.

"I'm messing with you! Dude, you need to fucking chill." He punches my arm softly. I manage not to flinch at the touch. But now my skin prickles and my throat feels tight.

We sit in silence as he drinks his beer. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I keep watching him out of the corner of my eye. He doesn't even notice. Then he sighs, heaves himself up and cuffs me round the head. "'Night."

He creaks up the stairs and I follow a minute later. I hear Rhian's voice. She sounds happy. They murmur words I can't hear. I imagine him leaning over her, kissing her softly. I see her fingers lock around the back of his neck, dig into his skin. I see him hover over her, push into her. And I ache for it to be me.