Randy immediately shyed away from Hunter when he heard someone come in. Looking past his ex lover his blue eyes connected with John's, sighing he leant back against the wall and stared at John with a blank expression on his face. Hunter, who was now standing was also staring at John, only his stare was more intense than Randy's, infact Hunter was furious that someone would interrupt him. Especially when he was trying to get Randy to have sex with him. The door slammed behind John as he took a step forward, never taking his eyes off the chairman. The man had some nerve to show up and even think about talking to Randy, never mind kissing the naïve kid. "What the hell are you doing here?" John demanded raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"I might ask you the same thing John." The blonde replied confidently, folding his arms over his broad chest and tilting his chin up it was clear that Hunter was not going to back down. Randy cursed to himself and placed his head in his hands, he really didn't need this.
"I came to apologise to Randy about…" John paused to think of the right word. He didn't want to give too much away to Hunter, it could end badly for Randy if he did. "About our misunderstanding earlier in the week. I also wanted to ask him a question, which I'm not going to ask in front of you since its none of your business."
Hunter chuckled and strode over to John, trying to intimidate the other man. Chewing on his lip, Hunter had a smirk on his face, a smirk that John wanted to punch off the cocky man's face. "Listen boy, incase you forgot I'm your boss so less with the attitude. Secondly, if something concerns Randy then its always my business. So why don't you just fuck off and let me and Randy finish our conversation" Hunter mock slapped John on the face and opened the door for him.
"I aint going anywhere until I know that Randy is ok" John stood defiant. He wasn't going to let the old man scare him and he sure as shit wasn't going to leave Randy alone with him. Knowing Hunter's reputation Randy wouldn't be save.
"Ok fine. Randal will you please tell this obsessed fucker that you are fine and want to be alone with me so we can talk?" Hunter said in a sarcastic, almost sadistic voice.
Randal. That was the name that Dave use to call him when he was beating on him. And Hunter knew it. Randy cringed and rubbed his hands viciously over his scalp. Memories came flooding back, he never wanted to hear that name again, his breath became shaky as he tried to block out the beatings, the verbal assaults and the forced sex. Blocking out the memories Randy stood, sweat dripped down his chiselled torso and he noticed the way Hunter was staring at him, like he was a piece of meat. He made his mind up then.
"Hunter maybe you should go…" His voice was barley audible and it was clear that he was nervous to say this to the older man. "I do need to speak with John and it is urgent. We can talk later though ok?" John couldn't help the smile that quickly spread across his face, victory. He took a step back and motioned with his hand to the door, smirk spreading.
Hunter was clearly shocked by the vipers decision, but decided that getting angry was not an option. If he wanted to get Randy into his bed then he had to play it cool. He forced a smile. "Ok Randy if that's what you want. Give me a call though, we do need to talk." With that Hunter left, giving John a death glare as he left.
Randy sat back down, leant against the wall and closed his eyes. He flinched as the door slammed shut behind the chairman. He didn't expect Hunter to react that way, years ago if he had done that Hunter would have blown up in his face and forced him to leave the room with him. Maybe the older man had changed? Maybe he did want him back? Maybe, just maybe he did truly love him? A soft cough made Randy open one eye and look the John.
"Listen Cena, I'm not in the mood to talk." Randy stated. It was now Johns turn to be shocked. Why did Randy let him stay if he didn't want to talk? Why did the young man stand up to that big oaf Hunter if he didn't want to speak with him? John sighed and leant against the door, he wasn't going to leave until he knew what was going through the vipers head. "How about we meet for a few drinks later? Maybe we can get something to eat aswell. If whatever you have to say is so important that you risked getting in trouble with the chairman then its probably worth hearing." Randy sighed as he stood up. "But right now, I just want to go to the hotel and get some sleep. Ill meet you in the hotel bar at about 10 ok?"
John felt as if he was on cloud nine. A date. That's what it was, and he didn't even have to ask Randy. Randy Orton had just asked him out on a date! "Yeah sure, that's ok, yeah that's fine, great. I'll see you then." John rambled like a mad man. Randy simply raised a bemused eyebrow and walked out of the locker room. John punched his fists in the air and couldn't help but laugh. "A date." He whispered to himself. He felt like a school-girl being asked to the prom. Bouncing with excitement he left the locker room and went back to the hotel room to get ready.
John sat at the bar nervously. Every couple of seconds he would check if watch and then look out the door to see if Randy was there, it was five to ten and Randy still hadn't made an appearance yet. Sighing he took another sip of beer and tried to gather his thoughts. Tonight was his night and he was going to do everything to insure that nothing ruined it, he rattled his brain trying to think of what to say. He didn't want to offend the young man but he had to try and talk some sense into him, especially about Hunter. Once again blue eyes looked at his watch, it was now one minute past ten. Randy was late. John shook his head and cursed at himself. Fuck up John, your acting pathetic, he is just late to be a dick. Chuckling nervously John took another drink of beer, all he could do was wait.
He didn't have to wait long. About five minutes later the viper strolled into the bar, and boy did he look good. His hair gelled perfectly, he was wearing dark blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places and a tight fitting black shirt which had the first two buttons undone. The Viper looked good enough to eat. John subconsciously licked his lips when he saw the young man, by the way Randy was dressed it was clear that this was most defiantly a date.
Randy didn't want John to know but he put a lot of effort into his outfit for that night. Not that he was trying to impress John, he just hadn't been out in a long time and it felt good to get dressed up. Randy couldn't help but notice that John looked extremely handsome. The older man was wearing light blue jeans that hung perfectly around his crouch, he was also wearing a white shirt which showed off his huge arms. Cena certainly looked good. Smiling slightly Randy shook the thoughts from his head, he was not interested in John that way.
"Well Cena, are you just going to sit there and stare at my great body or are we going to go and get something to eat?" Randy's voice was full of cockiness, hands on hips he raised one eyebrow and couldn't help the small arrogant smirk that was plastered on his face.
John snapped back into reality and laughed nervously, he couldn't help but notice that Randy's mood had greatly improved since the last time they saw eachother. He necked his beer and got up from the stool. "Please Randy don't flatter yourself." He grinned and his dimples flashed. Walking over to the door he held it open for the younger man and couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked in front of him. "Come on I know a great little place we can go. We can…uhhh…talk there" Randy only smiled in response and let John lead the way.
The two men didn't notice that someone had been watching them from the bar. Hazel eyes full of Jealousy. Hunter had to think fast if he was going to get that stupid kid back into his bed.