Hurricane

Chapter two: Relief and Tension

An hour had passed since the rain had started. Nothing much had changed. Cody still clung to Randy like a lifeline and Ted was currently making head way becoming the first human wax strip. Randy sighed tiredly. He hadn't got much sleep-of course no one else did either-but he couldn't fall asleep for fear Cody will freak out again.

As if triggered by his thoughts, Cody's face further buried itself in Randy's shoulder, the cloth becoming wet with tears. Randy sighed again. He felt sorry for the kid. He was having a tough time these past months. He just came out three months ago and he still hadn't told his parents. The only person in his family who knows is his older brother who now isn't speaking to him. Being the newest member of Legacy, he was fresh meat for news reporters. Already there is a rumor going around that he and Randy were in a relationship, and that Randy is using his seniority to force himself on Cody. Under any other circumstances, Randy wouldn't have cared what they wrote about him in the paper, but Cody was still just a kid, although considered an adult he still wasn't old enough to even drink yet. Randy didn't want his reputation to be slandered just because of him. Plus the possibility of Cody being in a homosexual relationship may have something to do with his parents suddenly being MIA. His parents knew the next show would be in New Orleans and with how crazy this storm business is getting it's bound to be all over the news. To think they were avoiding him because of a rumor-even if it was true- in a situation like this…

A low growl rumbled deep in his chest as Randy stopped his train of thought before he became too enraged. He couldn't stand people who were so closed minded that they would isolate and abandon the ones they love, especially their children.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Cody's light southern drawl sounded rough and rasp in his ear. Randy turned his head and found Cody's curious and wet face staring up at him, his blue bloodshot eyes wide and innocent.

Damn, the kid was cute. Anybody would want him and they did. Randy had been one of them when he first met the kid almost six months ago. However, his boyish charm and goofy wide-tooth gap smile got to him. He wouldn't feel right trying to screw the kid, especially when he found out the kid was still a virgin. The boy deserved better than him, deserved someone who would love him unconditionally, not just fuck him and leave in the dead of night. So instead of a lover, he became like an older brother to Cody, protecting him from the other wrestlers who wanted him and answered all his questions about the WWE, the other wrestlers, gossip, and of course, gay sex. The kid was a pervert in sheep's clothing but he was shy as hell. It just didn't make sense.

A smile tugged at his lips, a rare sight only Cody was allowed to see. He ran his hand down a slender but firm thigh before answering.

"Let's go to the restroom and clean you up." He figured the kid wouldn't want everyone to see him crying. Although Jeff had no problem with it, he is an enigma in itself (no pun intended).

Cody blinked then nodded; either not noticing Randy avoided answering his question or not caring.

The lobby's modern styling carried over to the restroom as black and navy blue ceramic tiles spread diagonally across the floor and metallic silver subway tiles lined the walls. It was one of those huge restrooms where every wall has stalls on it except for the entrance and there's a wall of sinks in the middle for both sides. Each sink had its own mirror mounted on chrome rotating balls to adjust the angle.

Cody strolled to the right side of the wall and to the middle sink, turning the knob to the far left waiting for the water to heat up. Randy leaned against the sink next to him, staring at the stalls. They worked in comfortable silence as Cody washed his face and ran a hand through his short black hair while Randy grabbed paper towels to dry his face. Cody was just about done when a figure appeared from behind the wall closest to the exit. A man who looked just a few years older than Cody but as tall and broad as Dave leaned against the wall. He had light caramel skin and reddish chocolate brown hair that came down to the small of his back in a low ponytail and bangs that shadowed his eyes. A smooth tenor voice flowed from his broad chest when he spoke.

"Hey, Uncle X. There are some in here too." Randy, so transfixed on the man that the words' meaning were lost on him until a shadow came upon him. Randy slowly turned until he was faced with an "Ecko" logo stretched across a massive chest. The man was huge! How did he creep up on him without him hearing his footsteps on the tile? Even Cody's footsteps echoed. Randy stared mesmerized at the giant's face. A strong chin and straight nose revealed the family resemblance between him and the boy behind him. Also with the hair being unusually long, for the giant, it came down to mid-thigh pulled back in the same fashion. The taller man was obvious older than the first, even having some years on Randy, but by no means less good-looking than his counterpart. His hair was dark brown and he had a burnt caramel complexion, but what had Randy so transfixed were his eyes. Like the man before, they were concealed by his hair, but Randy was close enough to see just under the hairline. They were a bright emerald green…but that was it. No black pupil, no white, just a bright green that spread across the entire eyeball. Can he see me? Can he see anything? Randy had never seen anything like it before. The man basically had no eyes. The second man's full lips pursed out into almost a pout.

"What's wrong, Darling?" A deep bass rumbled from his massive chest into Randy, vibrating deep into his body and soul. A hot and heavy hand covered half of his face; a thumb caressed the soft skin just under his eye.

"Your eyes." The words flowed out of Randy before he had the chance to consider it might offend the man. The full grin that replaced the pout seemed to put his mind at ease.

"Ah, don't worry about them. I can see just fine. It runs in the family." He chuckled, his southern twang thickening with mirth. "Besides, I'm the one who should be fussing over yours. I've never seen a blue so bright and light like the clouds." He leaned closer to Randy's face, peering deeper into his eyes. "Beautiful."

Whoa. Is he flirting with me? Oh please tell me I'm not blushing. I'm Randy Orton for Heaven's sake.

"Hey Uncle Horny. You can flirt all ya want when we're on the bus." The man from before, apparently the giant's nephew, remarked.

Cody's higher voice rang out among the stalls. "Bus? What are you talking about?"

"We are going around the city to help those who can't get out." The nephew moved closer the Cody's side, but stopped short when Cody recoiled at the sight of the same pupil-less green eyes. "What? So you guys can help us?"

"That's what we're here for."

"Wait. Why are you guys doing this?" Randy finally got a hold on his voice and asked.

The easy smile that been on the taller man's face since Randy met him fell away. "I have a bad feeling about this storm. They waited too long to tell everyone to get out." His demeanor cooled. Muscles bulged and bunched together in his arms and his shoulders tensed. A frown became prominent on his full lips. He looked mad and frightening. If Randy had to face him in the ring right now he was sure he wouldn't walk out again. Not even 10 seconds later that smile was back, his hand ran over Randy's short hair and down his back.

"Anyway, what's your name sweetheart?"

Randy's mind wandered, focusing on the heat radiating from the body in front of him and the hand on the small of his back. The warmth seeping through the fabric of his shirt, warming him, melting him. Oh God. What's happening? He never felt this way before. No one had ever made him lose control, made him forget to put up a wall-not even Dave. He couldn't hide. Those eyes. It's as if they can see everything. They could see right through his cold, malicious and conniving "Viper" facade and to the real Randy, the Randy that not even Cody knows about. The confused and insecure Randy that Dave left behind in his wake. That scared him more than anything, but at the same time, he felt relief. He didn't have to hide anymore; he wouldn't be so confused anymore. Maybe this guy could help him move on and forget about Dave.

"Hey Darling. You alright?" Clear green eyes stared at him, eyebrows furrowed in worry and concern.

"Yeah, I'm alright. And it's Randy." His voice surprisingly calm and confident.

A soft chuckle followed, all-seeing eyes noting every change in his demeanor. "I'm Xavier, and the one scaring your friend over there is my nephew, Teale. We're here to help you." A warm smile spread across his face that sent Randy's heart racing.

Yeah, I hope so.