Chapter 2: This isn't Good

"Oh, crap," Mike groaned as he stared at the door, trying to figure out what to do. He was woken up by his sleeping companion rolling out of bed, but before he could say anything, he noticed the look of borderline panic on his face. So he stayed silent and hoped that he looked like he was still asleep.

Randy must have been more drunk than he had realized, because had Mike known he'd never would have even thought about kissing him. Or touching him. Or rubbing his back, drawing out a noise that made him want to...O.K. Now was not the time for that train of thought. They were only supposed to go to Mike's room to talk.

It was clear that Randy had been distracted most of the night. Every one else milled around the bar, chatting, dancing, playing some pool, or in Evan's case trying to be a stripper. But not Randy. No, he just sat at the bar talking occasionally with Adam, although it looked as though whatever conversation that they had going on was not making him happy. So he mainly drank and seemed to be getting more and more agitated.

Mike started to get progressively more concerned as the evening dragged on. He had always had a soft spot for Randy even though he never thought the feelings could ever be returned. He had always been happy admiring from a distance pushing aside the dark feelings of envy whenever the subject of a lover came up. All the same, he felt an urge to see if he could help ease Randy's dark mood. So just when they were about to leave the bar, he approached his older friend.

"Are you alright there, champ?" Oh, that was smooth.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess." Mike was less than convinced, but didn't pursue the subject too much. Helping Randy get back to the hotel in one piece was far more important at the moment. So they got back, and of course his room mate was no where to be found. Jillian was probably baby sitting his drunk ass. So they sat down on Mike's bed and the T.V. Was turned on mostly for some background noise.

That's how it should have stayed. They shouldn't have gotten any more close than that, sitting on the bed and maybe talking about what was eating Randy. The look in his friend's eyes told him that he needed more than that, though, and he couldn't bring himself not to notice. Why Mike didn't think to attribute that to the alcohol, he would never know. He had just let himself sit closer to the other man, his hands rubbing Randy's tense shoulders as they talked about mostly mundane shit like training and how neither man was looking forward to yet another damn plane ride.

The next thing he knew, he had his head on Randy's shoulder, nuzzling the soft spot he found on his neck. After that it seemed logical that he place a small kiss there. At first Randy tensed at the gesture, but the hands rubbing his back seemed to draw out a small purr(?) of contentment that made him want to kiss him in the worst way possible. So he did, tilting his head to capture soft lips in a gentle kiss.

There was no way the kiss could have stayed innocent for long, and Mike could feel his friend's mouth responding with no sign of resistance. The kiss then deepened quickly causing the pair to shudder with delight. Hands started to roaming, and clothes started to disappear as they laid back on the bed in the midst of a full make out session. The rest of the night seemed a blur of murmured affection and need. There was passion, oh so much passion. Icy blue eyes now darkened with desire stared down into Mike's as he was taken in a way he had always wanted.

Sure, Mike had had a number of flings in the past, but no other lover made him moan like this; no one made his toes curl when he finally found release, whimpering out the same name he would scream in his mind every time he was alone. It was all a fantasy come true.

Then the morning came. Was it just the beer and shots that brought on what happened? As much as he hated to think it, the look he saw in the morning was not a good sign. He sighed heavily trying to get his thoughts in line. He did, after all, have a lot to do today.

A/N: Wow, poor Mikey. Well, the next couple of chapters deal with other people picking up that something hinky is going on, and giving advice with varying degrees of helpfulness. What will the others think? Will Randy deal with or even remember what happened? What's up with Adam, anyway? Will Chris Jericho have a ham sandwich for lunch? All this and more the next couple chapters. Stay tuned, and please review.