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Chapter 3

I know, I know…didn't expect we'd be meeting again so soon, did you? Well, if it weren't for some of the messages I've been getting, I wouldn't have called this emergency meeting.

Apparently, some of you don't listen very well. In the beginning, I said the question and answer period would happen at the end of my presentation. But, judging from the amount of emails and the messages I've been getting from my secretary…well maybe some of you should take notes.

I've decided to answer a few questions now…you know…clear things up a bit. And don't worry, I won't use your real names…you know who you are.

Question 1: Serendipity, are you a male or a female? Anonymous – England

Well really…do you think affairs of the heart would be left up to a man? No. I'm a woman. Anything dealing with feelings usually involve the female muses and those dealing with the boring over-examination of the mundane, like money and such…those are all boys.

Question 2: Are you really a good guy or are you trying to make us take your side? Billy – Atlanta

Well Billy, I said I would let you decide. You really should pay attention.

Question 3: Serendipity, I really thought this would go quicker. It's starting to feel like a part time job. Mystical – Hawaii

Mystical, how do you think I feel? This is my job. The review board is already threatening to downsize my position by merging me and Fate; like we do remotely the same thing. She just throws people in a room together and says "go for it". I make people see what's in front of them, even if they don't want to. This is my livelihood here. I need your help. Some of you may be called to be a character witness at the meeting…but we'll get into that later. A sign up sheet will be sent to you before we're through.

Anyway, since you're all gathered, we've got a lot to cover and a little time to do it in. Why next get to the next installment?

A brief recap, for you late comers, hmm? Very well…Adam and John were together, until Adam found out that John still loved Christy and then she called him, making Adam more upset. They fought, Adam and John, not John and Christy, and Adam found out that John was repulsed by the idea of gay intimacy with him…then they broke up.

And then there's Mark who doesn't know that the shit's hit the fan. Why do they say that anyway? Who thought of shit hitting a fan?

Ok, so on we go, make sure you've had your bathroom break this time before I start. There's really too much to cover and if you're not here for all of it…well, written transcripts will cost $20.00.

Settled now? Then shall we press on?

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Baltimore, Maryland is magical to some and a shit hole to others. Today, Baltimore was anything but magic for Adam. When he got to the Marriott, he found that it was completely booked, due to a stupid Anime convention that was in town. Now, he had to decide to sleep in the car or to eat shit and ask John if he could still room with him.

Frustrated, Adam sat in the lobby and contemplated what to do.

"Hey…what are you doing down here?" Randy Orton asked walking up to Adam. Randy and Adam weren't really friends…they weren't enemies either; they just never really felt the need to talk to each other. Maybe it's because of Randy's blatant disregard for anything not involving sex. Randy was a good kid, but if it didn't involve him being horizontal, he really didn't have much interest in it.

Adam tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't go away. "I don't have a room." He admitted before leaning his head on the back of the chair and covering his face with his hands.

Randy looked around. It seemed like a good idea…"You can room with me. I got a double." He picked up his bag and started for the elevator.

It took a second for it to register, but Adam grabbed his things and followed. He wondered what he was in store for tonight. If he was going to have to listen to Randy talk about fucking some girl after the show, he was either going to have to slay him or he would be sleeping in his car. "You sure? I don't want to put you out."

Randy didn't protest, nor did he encourage. He let Adam to the room and smiled when he saw how large it was. Picking the bed by the window, Randy threw his bag down and sat on the bed facing Adam.

"So, you ready for tonight?" Something in his tone of voice made Adam uneasy. Everyone knew Adam was gay, but he didn't have a reputation for sleeping around. The situation being as it was, he often wondered, how many of his co-workers were closet homosexuals. However, tonight wasn't the night that he wanted to find out if Randy was.

"Ready for what?" Adam asked cautiously, noticing the cocky smirk on the younger man's face. He appreciated Randy's offer to let him crash with him, but he wasn't going to repay him for his hospitality.

Randy couldn't help but to smile at Adam's expression. "Tonight's the night I get to whip that ass." He noticed that Adam still didn't seem to know what he was talking about. "You know…Money in the Bank match…remember?"

"Oh yeah." Relieved, Adam nodded.

"What's up with you?" Randy asked looking at Adam. Adam had never been a quiet person. Randy was usually annoyed when Adam talked because he just wouldn't shut up. Most of the time, nobody even knew what the hell he was talking about. He just seemed to like to hear the sound of his own voice. But Randy quickly decided that silence didn't suit him either.

Adam sighed. He knew he shouldn't talk to Randy about anything that didn't have ovaries, but he needed to talk to someone. "You wouldn't understand."

Randy ferried his brow. He was sick of people thinking he wouldn't understand. He got treated differently because he was young, but that's just it, he was young and stupid but not naïve. "Why? Because I'm straight?" Randy asked causing Adam to look at the floor.

Adam needed to get it off his chest before he exploded. He didn't think his demands were too hard…he needed a second opinion. Although Randy's opinion would never be mistaken for Gospel, he would have to do. ""Well…I like this guy. I love him actually, but he doesn't feel the same way about me." Adam looked at the floor. "He's so caught up in this gay/straight shit that he can't see how much I care about him."

Randy nodded in understanding. He thought about the situation before he spoke. "He's a dick then." He folded his hands and rested his elbows on his thighs. "Why would you want to be with someone that doesn't return your feelings?" His response wasn't leading, he just generally didn't understand. Randy didn't understand a lot of things. He didn't get his reputation by being smart, that's for sure.

Adam looked at him blankly. "Because, that's what you do when you're in love, kid." He could tell that Randy was lost; maybe he'd never been in love before. "The way I love him is the way he loves his ex-girlfriend. I just wish he would love me that way." Adam said sadly.

Randy had the attention span of a small child. Whoever said that adult ADD didn't really exist had never had a real conversation with Randy Orton. "So he's bi?" Not exactly the topic, Randy.

Adam looked at him puzzled. Were we talking about sexual orientation? He thought. "No. He's straight." He answered cautiously.

Randy bit the inside of his jaw. This wasn't adding up. "So you haven't slept with him then? He doesn't know how you feel?"

Suddenly he didn't feel like talking about this anymore, especially if Randy was going to ask random questions. He just wanted someone to listen. "Yeah, we've slept together. He knows exactly how I feel." Hopefully Randy would get bored with the conversation; since there were no breasts involved... it was only a matter of time. "He just doesn't feel the same way about me."

Randy looked even more confused. He wasn't sure how the whole "gay" thing worked, but this really didn't make any sense. "Ok, I'm sorry…but how come he's not bi if he sleeps with you and has an ex-girlfriend?" It was a legitimate question. Bi does mean both.

Adam shrugged. "Because…he just not. At least he doesn't think he is. He likes women. He only occasionally sleeps with men…but he has relationships with women." It sounded stupid to him too. But it made since the way that John explained it.

"Huh?" Randy's face was scrunched. "So you two are just screwing and you caught feelings?" He couldn't figure out that if this guy wasn't in a relationship with him, how was he close enough to fall in love with him.

Adam shook his head. God, Randy asked so many fucking questions. "No. I'm the first relationship he's had with a man."

"So then he's bi, if he's in a relationship with you?" Randy puzzled again. But when Adam shook his head, Randy felt himself giving up. "This is confusing." It appeared that Adam didn't understand it anymore than he did and he was in the damn relationship. "Either way, fuck him. If he can't see what you have to offer, you're better off without him."

Adam was shocked at Randy's innocent judgment. There was a simple truth to Randy's words. Sighing, Adam laid back on his bed. "Yeah, well tell my heart that."

"So what do you want?" Randy asked.

Adam rose up on his elbows and looked across to the other bed where Randy sat questioning him. "I want to be fulfilled. I want him to come to me not only when he's hurting…I want him to call me first when he's happy. I don't want him to call out her name in his sleep. Hell…I'd be happy if he'd kiss me." He didn't mean to reveal that much, but it felt good getting it out.

Randy pursed his lips. "You guys don't kiss? I thought gay people kissed a lot." So maybe he didn't know much about gay people, but kissing was part of sex, no?

Adam looked at him blankly. "Yeah well, kissing a man is too gay for him."

"And fucking one isn't? Man…John's a dick!" Randy finished standing up.

Adam jumped up and felt his face get hot. "John? I didn't' say anything about John." He knew that John would shit red bricks if Randy ever thought that he was having a relationship with a man. He had to do damage control…fast.

Randy turned toward Adam with that confused look again. "But I thought…weren't we just talking about John? He's the guy right?" So maybe we should give the little minx more credit, he's actually not as clueless as he leads people to believe.

Adam didn't answer right away, but when he did his response was quiet. "He didn't want anyone to know. How did you find out?"

Randy smiled. "I had the room that joined to you guys' in Atlanta. You didn't lock the double doors. I was drunk and looking for the can…I opened the wrong door." He couldn't help but to blush at the memory, seeing John laid back on the bed, and Adam going down. "When I realized what was going on, I turned around."

"And you weren't freaked out?"

Randy laughed. "Man, I don't give a fuck what you guys in your room. If you see some of the freaky shit I do to the girls I bring back to mine…it might change your opinion of me though."

Adam sat frozen, suddenly wishing he didn't have to share a room with Randy. "Don't worry dude. I'm not gonna say nothing. I've known for a couple of months." Randy said grabbing the iron.

Adam ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't figure out what Randy's motives were. He had always been labeled a nymphomaniac that didn't give a shit about anybody or anything unless there was an orgasm involved in it for him. "Yeah, well…it doesn't matter now. It's over." Adam laid back and looked at the ceiling. The last thing he wanted was for Randy to see him cry.

Randy causally grinned at Adam. "Too bad. You seemed really happy." He wasn't really such a bad guy. Sure Randy thought with his penis, but he was capable of truly being a friend if need be, as long as there was still time for him to get some later in the day.

Adam rolled over to face Randy. "Well, I'm not. I mean, I love him…that part makes me happy. But he treats me like I'm a dirty secret." He closed is eyes against the pain he felt.

After a moment Randy cleared his throat to get Adam's attention. "Can I ask you something?" Adam nodded. "Does it hurt?"

Adam stared blankly, what the hell was the kid talking about? "Does what hurt? Being in love?" Sure Randy was young, but not that young.

"No. Being with a man…does it hurt?" Randy asked with genuine curiosity. Like I said, it was only a matter of time before the conversation veered with Randy.

Adam thought about how he could phrase it. "A little at first, but then…" He smiled as he remembered the pleasure he got when John made love to him.

Curiosity killed the cat, right? Wrong. Curiosity was going to kill Randy Orton, (I made a mental note to talk to Curiosity later on that day). "Well how do you feel anything? I mean, do you just jerk off or something?" This was truly interesting to Randy. Even if they weren't talking about breasts, it was still sex.

Adam refused to be embarrassed. Maybe if he explained it to Randy, then there would be one less person in the world with a fucked up view of gay sex. "Well, I get off on that too…"

"But I don't understand. I assume if he won't kiss you then he won't let you fuck him, right? So what do you get out of it?" Randy cut Adam off. When an idea was in his head he had to get it out otherwise it got lonely and quickly left. "All the sensation is in your dick? So do you just jack off and he gets to fuck you? That doesn't seem fair."

"You're not embarrassed by this at all, are you?" Adam asked about Randy's candor. Well the kid shook his head, so he was going to let him know. "Well…" He should use small words, that way he didn't confuse the boy more. "I… well we,jack me off, but that's not the only sensation I get. There's this spot behind your cock, the prostate, but you can only reach it from inside. When you hit it, well, it just makes everything…" Adam couldn't finish due to the psychopathic smile spreading across his face.

"But it's gotta hurt."

Adam sat up and looked at Randy; he had to put it in terms that he would understand. "Do you fuck girls in the ass?" Randy nodded. "I'm sure it's uncomfortable for them too."

Randy shrugged. He really didn't give rat's ass if it hurt them or not; if they let him do it, he wasn't going to stop and ask if they were in pain. "But they're use to having shit stuck in them."

Adam shook his head; it was like talking to Styrofoam. "But at first they weren't. If you have someone that just jumps right in, then yeah, it's uncomfortable. But if you take your time and relax their body, they enjoy it more."

"So this spot is like a clitoris?" Randy asked. Adam nodded for lack of better words. If that's what he had to compare it to, then let him. At least maybe now he was finished with the questions.

Randy bit his bottom lip. "Well, what about giving head?" He decided that he needed to know all about gay sex. It couldn't be that bad if so many gay people did it and missing out on something sexual is not what something that Randy was willing to do. He sat back on his bed across from Adam. He was already formulating his next questions.

Adam looked slightly irritated. He usually hated being the gay encyclopedia, but right now it really wasn't so bad. "Does it hurt?" Adam asked in reference to Randy's question.

Randy shook his head. "No, what's it like? You don't mind having another guys balls in your face?"

Adam chuckled. Randy was never a politically correct guy. "No. I actually like that part. I'm gay, Randy, remember? I like guys. I like their bodies."

Randy made a sick face. "I don't get that. I guess if I closed my eyes." And he did close his eyes. "No…I'd still know that some dude's balls were in my face."

"Do you go down on girls?" Adam asked abruptly.

Randy smiled proudly. "Every chance I get."

"Do you mind having your tongue on a wet, smelly, part of a woman's body that bleeds once a month?" Adam rationalized.

The thought never crossed Randy's mind before; it was just something he did. "Nope. It's a turn on…not the bleeding part. But you can tell if you're doing it right; the wetter they get the more they like it. I get off on that part. Besides, when I make 'em cum, I know they're going to fuck the shit out me." His smiled confidently and stuck out his chest.

Adam sighed. Finally, he could make a comparison. "It's the same for me."

There was a short silence, but then Randy spoke. "I think I understand where John's coming from. But, I'm not saying I agree with him. I don't think it's fair for you to do all the giving and he do all the taking. Relationships are supposed to be balanced." He noticed Adam's look of surprised at his profound statement. "But maybe he doesn't know how to be in a relationship with a man."

Randy stood up and started to pace the room, he had to keep moving when he was being intellectual to keep the juices flowing. "John probably grew up being told that boys and girls are supposed to be together. So he got use to girls. Being with you is different…girls are different. They touch you different; they know different shit than we do. I bet he got use to what they were like and now he's with a guy." He raised his finger as if the light bulb in his head finally went off. "He probably just doesn't know how to rationalize the difference without feeling like its wrong. He's giving up a lot."

Adam felt himself get angry. What the fuck was Randy talking about? "I'm giving up a lot too. I've given up being with other men. I've given up my self-respect." He didn't mean to yell at Randy, but how dare he take John's side.

"I'm not saying he's right. But I am saying he doesn't know how to give up the feel of a woman. Shit, you know the power of pussy." Randy said smiling.

Adam shook his head.

"You never been with a woman?" Randy had to sit down or else he was going to faint.

Adam laughed. "Hello…gay, remember."

Randy was at a loss for words. "Yeah, but I thought gay guys experimented…"

"Yeah, with other guys." Adam said feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Well shit man, we gotta get you laid!" Randy yelled slapping his knee. Adam's face showed he didn't like that idea, but Randy was on a roll. "Look it…if you sleep with a woman then you'll feel what it's like for John. Then you'll understand what he's giving up and if we can get John to give himself up to you…he'll see what you've been going through. You two just need to walk in each other's shoes for awhile. Not only will it make you stronger, but you'll both have a deeper appreciation for what each other wants."

Flabbergasted is the only word to describe how Adam felt. "Holy shit!" He said in disbelief. "When the fuck did you become Dr. Phil?"

Randy laughed. "That'll be $50 please."

Adam looked over at the clock. "Come on Dr. Phil. We gotta go."

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Ok, so before you start, let me confess. I might have had something to do with Randy actually turning intelligent. Actually, I got my boyfriend, Wisdom, to help out. But it's amazing how easily he'll leave his post with the promise of sex. I don't care how many times I tell him you can't just give them wisdom without guidance, he doesn't listen. He only listens to that thing in his pants. If only his brother Common Sense were around…but I'll explain more later.

So now I completely understood. Adam wanted John even more than he wanted to admit. And I had the perfect plan to get them back together…that damn Wisdom. Giving such power to the feeble minded Randy Orton was only going to make things worse.

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Mark Copani scanned the lobby. He had been hanging out in the city all day and thought by now he would see some of his old friends. But it appeared that they either hadn't checked in yet or they had left for the Arena.

But what he did notice was a tall blonde man standing near the front desk. He felt his heart race a little faster, but it quickly stopped when he realized it wasn't Adam.

Adam was his one true friend, besides Batista. But he was on Smackdown and chances were he wouldn't be running into him anytime soon. A little bored and lonely, he went to his room for a nap. At least he could think of all the hot spots and cool places he and Adam could hit after the show tonight.

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Alright, so now that you're getting a better appreciation for what happened, I think I'll end there. If you really need to get in touch with me, send me an email, but remember, I can trace the IP address, so no death threats this time, hmmm?

Oh, and next time, bring your calendars. I'd like to set up weekly meetings that way I can have you all here at the same time. It's rather distracting with you getting up and coming back and raising your hands all the time.

So until we meet again, burn my face in your memory. Remember, a face this innocent is only out to do good. If you really want to be pissed at some, be pissed at Epiphany…she's really going to fuck things up.