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This was going to be a hard night...
This evening would show… yeah, what? What exactly did he expect to figure out? Why he felt so weird around Randy? Yup. Why he did behave around him like a complete idiot? Yup. The plan? Just wait, watch and see what happens. He couldn't do anything else anyway.
Sighing silently, he turned around to find Randy leaning against the back of the couch, arms crossed, eyeing him intently. He felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks.
"You seem a little bit off. Everything okay?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, I…" he began, but the doorbell interrupted him and he turned around thankfully. "Pizza. Go on, have a seat, dinner will be served in a second!"
What are you, a giddy school-girl?! he chided himself, while opening the door…
An hour or two later…
The pizza was eaten, the pizza boxes lying scattered around the couch and they were watching football, just like old times. They were sitting side by side in comfortable silence – well, at least as comfortable, as it could be – but John found himself brooding again over their situation. Thinking back the last month, he and Randy hadn't spend much time together, hadn't talked too much outside work as well. Still, Randy was his best friend and he missed him in his life.
Well, maybe Randy had noticed something? His weird behaviour, his constant staring, blushes, stuttering incoherent sentences and all the other things he did to embarrass himself? Maybe it was his own fault that they weren't spending much time together lately, because Randy wasn't sure how to react about him acting that odd? What… if he was about to kill the best friendship he'd ever had in his whole damn life? He fumbled the bottle in his hands nervously. A hand was laid carefully on his and startled him out of his reverie.
"John, what is it? You stared at me for at least ten minutes. Do I have cheese stuck in my face?"
Randys eyes bore into his.
"You never told me, why you and Sam broke up", John said quietly.
Okay, he used the question as a distraction, but on the other hand, he wanted to know what had happened between Sam and Randy anyway. His eyes never left Randys, until the younger man gave him a brief glare and suddenly looked away, his eyes fixed on the bottle in his hands.
Instead answering, Randy asked back: "And you?"
Right, they had never talked about that, too. John shot him a mock-glare.
"I was first."
Randy just shrugged. "So what? You answer my question, I'll answer yours."
Well, okay then, he had nothing to hide.
"I suddenly realised that I didn't love her anymore", he simply stated.
"Same here", was Randys only answer. "I'll get us some more beer", the younger man huffed, a bitter smile ghosting around his mouth, and went to the fridge quickly.
Johns baby blues followed him.
"Well, it's good, isn't it? No girls, no problems at all", Randy called from out the kitchen area, while fetching two more beers.
"Not exactly", John half-whispered.
He had a damn good view on Randys backside and again, like yesterday, the moment he saw a wet Randy in a towel, he felt something stir in his stomach. Damn… no good out of all things thinking of this image. John had trouble controlling his expression, he wanted to hold up his blank face, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching as he stared at his friend. And then Randy turned around at caught his stare. For a second or two, John thought dying would be a good idea, right now. But a quirked eyebrow was Randys only reaction.
He must have noticed, John thought embarrassed, gods, get a grip, Cena.
"Seems somebody bought enough beer for a get-shit-faced-marathon", Randy chuckled, making his way back to the couch, handing him his beer.
"Can never have enough beer at home, you never now", John mumbled, taking a good sip.
The cheers sounding out of the TV drew Randys attention back to the game and John used the opportunity. Side-gazing the younger man, he took in his handsome features. Randy was definitely attractive, big, well built and… charismatic. One second, he appeared cold, brutal, and the next second there was this charming smile and he seemed to glow with happiness. Johns gaze lingered a moment longer at his eyes, now soft and warm, and continued to his mouth… strong lines, combined with those lush lips… Lips that were made to be kissed…
John felt his heartbeat speed up and he caught himself leaning closer to Randy. Shocked, he jumped up and almost dropped his beer. This was… was… damn, what exactly was it?!
"John? You okay?" he heard Randy ask, voice startled.
"Huh? I… uh… bathroom. Yeah, I need to piss."
The younger man made a face. "Thanks, dude, too much information."
"Right. Sorry", John said quickly and headed for said room.
