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If John could AA his fate right now, he would do it. His life had been so miserable the past few days and to add for it, his flight is going to be a hell. He double checked his seat number, if he had mistaken the number to a wrong one, but no, the numbers were big and clear, and they matched the number on his pass. The reason he didn't want to sit on his seat was his seat-mate. Did he really need to mention the name?

John sat in the middle seat after pushing his laptop bag in the locker above his head, while Randy got the seat in the corner, against the window. He glanced at The Viper, who had fallen asleep. John crossed his arms, afraid of making any skin contacts with Randy. A few minutes later their other seat-mate arrived. Kofi sat to the right of John and smiled at him, nodding a greeting. He eyed Randy and raised a brow.

"I don't even want to talk about it," John muttered to Kofi, leaning closer so Randy couldn't hear him, even though he was in sleep.

Kofi chuckled and shook his head. "Maybe God wants you and him together," he teased.

"That sounds so gay, Kingston." John gave him a flat look.

"That's how I wanted it to sound like," Kofi smirked.

John face palmed and groaned. "Why does everyone want me to hook up with this psycho?"

"Who else?"

"Phil."

"Heh, I guess that he too can read minds like me," Kofi said proudly, placing a hand on his chest dramatically.

"Shut up, Kingston. I don't want Orton." John stated.

"No, you don't want him," John sighed as he thought that finally Kofi had given up on the topic. "But you need him."

"For fuck sake, Kingston, you're worse than Phil!" John raised his hands up.

"What!? Was that too cliché? I could mak-"

"No, no that's enough. One day I'll suicide, letting you all mope in guilty for pressuring me into it." John growled. Kofi widened his eyes in mock fear and zipped his lips, throwing away the keys. John grinned and shook his head, glancing at Randy one more time.

He was so glad that Orton was asleep, because if he wasn't this would be one heck of an awkward ride on the plane. Randy's breathing was slow, it was almost rhythemic, and he looked so angelic in sleep. John snorted. Angelic, was the last word he wanted to use on Randy. He was anything, but. Randy's tattooed biceps flexed as his arms moved and John couldn't help but admire how the ink was smothered over his tanned skin. Once again, John found himself checking Randy out.

He was doing it a lot these past days. That wasn't considered to be gay, right? John never had feelings for a man in his life, and he wasn't feeling anything for Randy either. Well, at least he didn't have any romantic feelings toward him. John squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples. He reached over for a magazine which was tucked in the front seat's pocket. Kofi was lost in his ipod world, and nodding his head to the beat. John chuckled softly and started to read the magazine.

It was a moment later he felt a small pressure on his left shoulder.

He turned and saw Randy's head resting on his shoulder. Randy stirred but didn't awake, but his face shifted a little and he took a deep breath against John's shirt, as if he was inhaling John's scent. Instead of shoving Randy away and banging his head agaist the window, John let a moment pass to look over at Randy's features. Perfectly shaped nose, high cheek bones, thin lips that looked so kissa-

Snapping out of the trance, John whispered harshly, leaning to Randy's ear. "If you fucking drop saliva on my five hundred dollar shirt, I will twist your neck right here, Orton."

Randy jolted awake and hit his head against the window. Wincing, he rubbed the side of his head, looking over to where the voice had come from. His pain was forgotton when he met annoyed blue eyes. He glared back and scoffed, but didn't say anything. He just turned his head away and saw that they weren't moving yet.

John was surprised that the man hadn't said a smart retort back at him. It wasn't normal, but he didn't want Randy to be a pain in the ass-why was he thinking gay things? Wait, that wasn't even a gay thing. Sighing frustratingly, John looked at Randy and saw him searching out the window.

"There are people yet to come, Orton. Why so hurrying to get out?" John asked raising a brow.

"Maybe it's just the fact that I don't like to sit near assholes for hours, Cena." His tone was out of emotions, flat.

"Me, an asshole? Can I buy you a mirror and show you who's the real asshole?" John snapped.

Randy snorted and looked away. He didn't want an argument, not now, not here. He was tired, and last night wasn't good. He had troubles sleeping, he ended up in Cody's room later. He was afraid that he will need to see a therapist again. He couldn't stand the 'talks', spilling his personal things to a complete stranger who didn't know shit about him.

Two tall figures entering caught Randy's eye, and he reluctantly looked at them. Mark was in the front, and Glenn was trailing behind him quietly. Randy tried to avert his gaze, but his eyes was stuck on a certain black haired man. He was closer to another panic attack, which he didn't want to have, not next to Cena and other co-workers. He had no Cody, no Ted.

John watched as the brothers giving their jackets to the hostess, and nodded at Mark who was heading in his direction. John felt his hand was being grabbed tightly, and he looked down. He didn't need to look up to know who it was, the tattoos explained everything. He fixed his gaze at Randy's face, which was twisted with an unreadable emotion. John felt a shiver run through Randy as he turned and saw Mark and Glenn passing them.

"Did they sit behind us?" Randy whispered, his voice barely heard by John.

John looked back and then at Randy, who was still gripping John's hand like his life depended on it. "Yeah..." he trailed off, seeing Randy's face twist more.

He always seemed scared when Mark was around them. Had something happened? John shook his head and gently unclenched Randy's hand from his. He rubbed his hand, where Randy's finger marks were appearing. He did not care about Randy Orton, nor will he ever be. Randy calmed down after a bit and noticed John rubbing his hand, the hand he had been gripping the whole time. Flushing, he looked away. The panic attack was not severe this time, thank God for that.

He crossed his arms above his chest like John had done before, not letting his itching fingers to touch John like that again.

"Sorry," he muttered before closing his eyes and praying that John wouldn't ask about what happened seconds before. John stared at him with wide eyes. This was the first time he had seen the so called The Apex Predator scared, mentally broken, and apologizing. Not to mention he was apologizing to John Cena, who Randy would rather push down a thousand feet high building and smirk at his blood which will be oozed away from his crushed skull.

"Give me back my cookies!"

"No, I found them first! Go get your own!"

The shouts were so loud, Randy couldn't hear the news over them. Currently, Ted and Cody were trying to kill each other for a bag of chocolate chip cookies, Randy sitting between them. "Girls, girls, you're both beautiful, can I watch the news now?" Randy shouted louder than the both of them and pushed them away from his vision.

"Okay, dad," Ted chirped and settled down, hugging the bag tightly to his chest. Cody pouted.

"But he's eating my cookies!" Cody whined and tugged Randy's shirt, making Randy laugh. He ruffled Cody's hair and took out his wallet. "That sounded so wrong, Codes. Here, go and buy some for yourself," he said, pushing a five dollar bill to Cody's hand. "Wait, Ted, go with him. It's too late for you to be out alone."

"I'm not a girl! I'm a professional wrestler!"

"You didn't sound like one, seconds ago," Randy pointed out.

Cody pouted, but shrugged. He stood up fixing his messed up shirt. "Come on, teddy-bear!"

"I'm watching news, so go to the candy shop by yourself." Ted stuck his chin out stubbornly, still angry with Cody. Randy saw Cody's face fell, and then he smacked the back of Ted's head.

"Go with him before I snap your neck and tore your heart out of the rib cage."

Ted automatically jumped up and dragged a laughing Cody out of the room. "Keep the door unlocked so you can come in," Randy shouted before they got out of his suit.

After the news show, he flipped through the channels uninterested, since there were nothing to watch. About ten minutes later, he heard the door opening. He wondered why they were here so early. It took half an hour to each the shop, but only fifteen minutes had passed since they were gone. "You forgot something?" he called over his shoulder and got no answer back.

"Cody?" he asked, getting up from the couch and walking to the main room of his suit.

John placed his bags on the floor and frowned at the familiar voice. He never stayed in hotel rooms unless he hadn't had a chance to rent an apartment or a house, because they never felt like home to him. When he finally had to book a hotel room, no room was free, all were vacant. So his precious COO decided that he should room up with someone for the few days they were here,

but he didn't expect that the certain someone to be Randy Orton. He really was starting to believe that his fate actually wanted the two of them to be together. John couldn't say a word, when Randy appeared at the doorway with nothing but in boxers and a white t-shirt.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Randy demanded. When John explained the whole story to him, he sighed. That was not the reaction John was expecting from Randy. He was expecting him to RKO him at the moment he finished the story and being tossed out of the room. It seemed like he was experiencing the unexpected.

"There's only one bed here, Cena. And I'm not going to sleep on the couch, this is my room."

"I didn't ask you to sleep in the couch Orton. We'll just see when the time comes." John said and brushed past Randy to the bed room, placing his bags near the wardrobe and putting hands on his waist and looking around. "The bed is big enough for us to share."

"Seriously? Are you out of your mind? I'm not going to sleep with you on the same bed, Cena! Hell no!" Randy's eyes were almost bulging out of the sockets.

"You think I like it? I don't want you ten yards near me, yet I'm here because of Hunter. And it's not like I'm going to rape you, Orton." John watched something flash across Randy's eyes, but then rage took over.

"Why couldn't you room with Mike, huh? He'll be more than willing to take you over!"

"Oh my god, Orton, we are NOT going back to that conversation! I'm NOT with Mike, and I'm not a fucking faggot like you!" John yelled, being pushed over his limit of patience.

"What do you mean?" Randy growled, taking a threatening step toward John.

"Oh, you mean you don't have anything with Cody Rhodes? You mean he's not your personal fucking bitch?" a second later John was holding his cheek, after Randy had slapped him.

"You scumbag! He's like my baby brother! You think I'm taking advantege of him? I'm not like you, Cena, I don't use people just for sex!" Randy was breathing heavily after pouring everything out. John Cena thought he was fucking Cody, the sweet little boy who had been everything but a lover in his life.

Who the fuck did he think he was to assume such low things about him and Cody? Randy wanted to hate himself for loving John Cena. But he had fallen over the most self concieted, fucking son of a bitch of all time.

A knock on the door made Randy surpres the urge to punch John again. He quickly walked over to see who it was, letting John sulk in guilty of what he said. The second he opened the door he regretted coming over. There was a man standing in front of him, a man that he never wanted to see again.

"Can I talk to you?" his, was one of the deepest voices he had ever heard. And a voice that he prayed he would never hear again. Randy gulped and stepped out to the corridor and closed the door behind him, not letting John see who it was on the other side.

"Why?" he whispered, looking down at the man's feet, unable to look into his eyes.

The man was silent for a moment, shifting uncomfortably. Randy heard him sigh deeply. He flinched when the man raised his arms and crossed his arms over his face.

"I'm not going to hit you," he said, his voice covered with pain and regret. He lifted his hand again, this time more slowly and placed it on Randy's cheek. The other and rested firmly on Randy's hip, not allowing the smaller man run away.

"I'm sorry," it was then, Randy finally looked up at the older man. Randy's icy blues met his haunting greys, and a shiver ran down Randy's spine. He tried not to imagine how they blazed when they were angry, but right now, they were calm as the sea at night. Randy swallowed again and looked away.

"I can't be with you again," Randy whispered, tears starting to filling his eyes. Randy was never a one to cry, and when he did, it was worse than the most worst thing in the world. And now he felt his control slipping.

"Please don't cry. I'm not pushing you. I just want you back. I know I made a mistake but...all I'm asking is for another chance to prove myself," the older man said brushing away a tear that fell down Randy's cheek. Randy raised his arm and ran it through the other man's black hair, letting the curls twist around his fingers, unable to help himself.

"I can't..." he whispered, touching the other's forehead with his own. The other pulled away, finally allowing Randy to breath freely, but as soon as the older man disappeared around the corner, Randy broke to sobs. He slid down the wall, on to the floor and cried his heart out, feeling the man's touch all over himself.

John was done sulking in the bedroom, so he came out to talk to Randy again after he calmed down. But The Viper was no where to be found. He walked to the door when he heard a dull thud from the other side of the door. He hastily opened it, to see what was going on outside. And he was greeted by Randy's body which was shaking uncontrolably by sobs. Randy was hugging his knees and rocking back and forth, small whimpers escaping from his lips.

John stood glued to the spot. He pinched himself, trying to believe that what he was seeing was a dream. But no, there was Randy on the floor. Putting all of their past life aside, John crouched down and placed a hand on Randy's shoulder. Randy jerked away from the touch, imagining 'him' instead of John.

Reality dawned to John, as he tried to put pieces together. But this was no time to make a story, he had to help the vulnerable man. He gently scooped up Randy after wrapping his arms around him. The man wasn't a feather, but he could manage to carry him to his bed room. All the way to the bed room Randy struggled, hitting John's chest with his fists, but half-heartedly. He was tired of fighting and he just wanted to give up, but he was too stubborn.

John carefully placed Randy on the bed and immediately Randy rolled over, grabbing a pillow and pressing his face to it, crying harder. This was not the Randy the world had known him to be. A vulnerable, weak, Randy who was unable to defend himself. John's chest tightened, but he resisted to pull the man against his chest.

It just wasn't right.

But then he did, jumping to the bed and wrapping his arms around his supposed-to-be rival, and hugged him from behind. Wiping his head out of emotions, John tightened his arms around him. Randy knew it was John who was hugging him, he knew that John woud regret this later, but he didn't want to miss the moment. But he couldn't enjoy it, his mind was flashing over in his head, making John's presence a beautiful nightmare.

He pushed his back agaist John's chest, seeking for warmth.

By the time Cody and Ted came over, the whole suit was silent.

"Where's Randy?" Ted asked, touching Cody's elbow. Cody placed all of his candy bags on the stool beside him and wandered to the bedroom. He cracked open the door and peered. His eyebrows shot up as he saw John and Randy in the bed, but with clothes on. He wondered what happened.

"What the-" Ted started loudly, but Cody cut him off with a hard nudge at his side. Giving a one last glance and a genuine smile at John and Randy's direction before slipping away and closing the door. He pulled Ted along with him, forgetting the candy bags on the stool and exiting the suit.

"It's not mine to tell, but I'll give you some hints."