AN: Finally I'm updating! Can't express how sorry I am that I've kept you all waiting, I'm seriously ashamed of myself for how I let the semester kick my ass. But on the plus side it wasn't a complete bust. Thanks for all of you who took time out to check up on me and let me know you still cared about this story (you guys know who you are but I'm going to give a shout out to you anyway!) TheBlackerTheBerry, CenaRKO1986, and gamesgrl5887 this chapter is dedicated to you guys. Also thanks to everyone who is still reading. This chapter is just slightly longer than the others to make up for the missed time and I plan on reverting back to my weekly updates and I am in the process of writing a Christmas special and the follow up chapter to You Only Live Once. I hope you guys enjoy it, review and let me know, even if it is to tell me how much it sucks, if it wasn't worth the wait etc, just anything to let me know you guys are still reading! Hope you enjoy it!


One-Eighty By Summer
Go on just say it,
You need me like a bad habit,
One that leaves you defenseless, dependent, and alone.
Go on just say it (Are you afraid to),
You need me like a bad habit (Say what you want to, tell me you want to),
One that leaves you defenseless, dependent, and alone. (Are you afraid to say what you want to, tell me you want to).
-Taking Back Sunday

"So what's so important that you had to come all the way over here to say it?" Randy asked as he followed Cody and Ted into the living room and plopped down on the recliner. Cody and Ted sat next to each other on the loveseat and John stood awkwardly for a moment before he sat on the last available seat which happened to be directly across from Randy's.

Cody and Ted shared a look and Randy swore Cody's smile increased in size, which he was sure had to be impossible with the way he had been grinning. "Would you just spit it out already? Seriously you two are starting to freak me out."

"God Randy, hold your freaking horses. Can't I be happy for a second? Anyway, we know this is a question that has been floating around in a lot of people's heads and people were unsure of the answer to it, but….we both want you guys to be our best men!"

Both men just stared blankly at Cody and Ted until Randy broke the silence. "Thanks? I just assumed Dustin automatically would get that spot."

"Randy, you know you are definitely more of a brother to me than he is…." Cody trailed off.

Randy took the silence to look across at John, who seemed to be engaged in a silent conversation with Ted.

Slowly a pout began to form on Cody's lips and he let out a disappointed huff. "I'm going to be honest….I was expecting a little more excitement from you about this".

It took a lot in Randy to suppress his eye roll at the whine in Cody's voice, but before he could snap anything harsh or sarcastic out Nick strolled into the room.

"Cody, I didn't know you were here. What brings you here at such an early hour?" Randy watched as Cody looked up in surprise at Nick's appearance. He shot Randy a confused look before he replied.

"Ted and I just stopped by to let John and Randy know we wanted them to be our best men for the wedding."

"Well isn't that just plain adorable." He said as he walked further into the room and dropped down into Randy's lap. The voice he used was sugary sweet, but Randy didn't miss the sarcastic undertone to it or the glare he sent John. "Or at least it will be until these two turn it into World War three."

"I think it will be damn near impossible for them to find something to fight over when it comes to this." No one in the room missed the worried lit in Cody's voice when he spoke.

"That's what you think until there's an all out war during the reception over who gets to make their speech first."

Randy laughed and shot Nick a look of disbelief. "Please, what is there to argue about with that? I think it's obvious to everyone that I get to make my speech first."

Those words were all it took to snap John out of his silent daze. "Who the hell says you get to make your speech first? I get to go first."

"Ha, and why is this? It's not acting Cena, you actually have to write the speech. The script faeries don't just drop one into you lap that you have to recite."

"Are you saying I'm too stupid to write a good speech? I don't even know why anyone would give you the floor at their wedding. You'd just find a way to make it all about yourself. Because that's all you care for you selfish asshole."

Randy was silent for a few seconds but like always, his face went from angry to stoic in seconds and a cold air filled the room. "Maybe you should take a lesson from me then. If you loved yourself a little more you wouldn't be alone, closeted and feeling sorry for yourself all of the goddamn time."

"How fucking dare you?" John sat up and began to take the steps across the room to Randy but Ted stopped him.

Randy quickly shoved Nick off of his lap and taunted John with a smirk as he also stood up. But with all of the commotion, everyone failed to see Nick slowly saunter out of the room with a satisfied smirk of his own.

Ted sighed and let go of John once he was sure he wasn't going to attack Randy. "Seriously? Can you two go two damn seconds without immediately going for each other's throats?"

"This was supposed to be a happy announcement. We were supposed to tell you guys the news and then you were supposed to be happy and thank us and we were all supposed to be happy and giddy together. What does it matter who makes the speech first? You two still get to make speeches. Why can't we just handle this like the adults we are? Randy, you get to go first. There problem solved." Cody gave a final nod as if pleased with himself and smiled at the other occupants left in the room.

Ted however didn't look nearly as happy as Cody. "Wait, why Randy?"

"Because he's my best friend and practically my brother. It's only logical that he go first."

"John's my best friend and like a brother to me too. I think he should give his speech first."

"Randy and I have known each other for forever way longer than you and John. It only makes sense that he goes first."

"Well being as I'm the actual groom, John is the actual best man so he gets to go first."

Cody sucked in a surprised gasp of air and held his hand to his chest. "Ted, I'm the groom too."

Ted said nothing in response but the pointed look he gave Cody said it all. "What do you think I'm the bride or something? You expect me to walk down the aisle in a dress?"

"Cody, calm down, that's not how I mean it. You're overreacting and blowing what I said out of proportion." Ted moved towards Cody and tried to envelop him in his arms but Cody slapped Ted's outstretched hands away.

"Yeah, I am because I act like an overemotional girl." Cody yelled as he stalked out of the room.

The three men left in the room all stared at each other before Randy finally sighed and gave in walking out of the room in the same direction Cody had fled.

John chuckled and fell back into his seat. "You sure do know how to pick them DiBiase."

"Tell me about it. I don't know why he's so dramatic now. I didn't mean it like that." Ted also ungracefully plopped down onto the couch and threw his head back.

"You meant it like that." John said calling Ted out on his bullshit.

"Okay maybe I did mean it like that, but that wasn't the first time I've joked around about him being the bride. I tell him he's going to be my wife all of the time and it's never bothered him before." He turned his head and looked at John for help in understanding the situation but John just shrugged his shoulders.

"The only advice I can give you is to apologize, grovel for his forgiveness and never hint at it again?"

"And that's exactly what I was planning on doing."

"Look at you, marriage will be a breeze." Both men laughed.

"Wait; don't think you're off the hook that easy bro. What the hell were you doing staying the night here? And don't feed me that bullshit excuse of being drunk, no one was driving and I know you can handle your alcohol."

John avoided eye contact with Ted and sighed. "I was wasted last night. Yeah I could have made it home but I didn't realize Randy told the limo driver to come here, so I just passed out in the guest room." Ted just stared at him. "Okay maybe that's not all but I refuse to say anymore with that damn Chihuahua lurking around biting at my ankles." John looked over his shoulder more than prepared for Nick to pop out of a corner at any moment and attack him.

Ted laughed at John's paranoia. "I swear, you're the only person I know who's life is more drama filled than the movies you film."

"Ha ha. You have no room to talk, I'm one hundred percent sure Cody's you don't respect my or my opinion crying scene was straight out of one of your chick flicks, wait, that happens in all of them." Ted just flipped John off and threw one of the pillows from the couch at his head.


"Way to be dramatic Cody." Randy said as he stepped onto the balcony.

"I'm not trying to be dramatic. I don't want to be looked at as the freaking woman in this relationship. I'm the groom too! The little people on the top of our wedding cake are going to be two guys!" Cody's face was flushed and Randy could see how he was close to physically shaking from his anger. He wanted to laugh at how Cody looked, but he knew it would only make the situation worse so he refrained from doing so.

"Codes, I'm sure he wasn't serious. He was just backing John up, just like you backed me up. Don't have an aneurysm over it."

Cody looked back at Randy from over his shoulder and glared at him. This time Randy did laugh. "Shut up you smug bastard. This is your entire fault. You still haven't apologized for what you said to me on Thursday asshole."

"Oh dear Cody, I'm oh so sorry for calling you out on your shit with Johnny."

"Shut up!" Cody frantically looked around to see if Ted had finally decided to come around. "That is not to be spoken of. It never happened."

"You're well on your way to creating a nice stable marriage." The sadness that filled Cody's eyes made Randy regret what he said for a few seconds. He knew he was being unreasonably harsh with Cody, but he couldn't help the fact that a morning that had started out so well, was quickly turning into a shit show. Randy was not a man used to sexual frustration and it was safe to say he wasn't handling it well now. "For the love of God Cody please don't cry." Randy quickly closed the distance between them and pulled Cody into a tight hug. "I'm sorry for being a dick. I know you and Ted will have a wonderful marriage."

"I'm sorry, but no matter how happy I am and now much I love Teddy, I can't help but have a crippling fear that I'm making a mistake or that it's just not going to work out."

"You can't let the fear of it possibly not working out stop you from going forth with it. You guys will be fine." Randy held Cody a little longer until he pulled away and wiped his eyes.

"I hate crying like a little bitch all of the time."

"Then stop crying like a little bitch all of the time." Randy said as he walked past Cody and leant over the railing of the balcony.

"Speaking of little bitches…." Cody started as he walked over and stood next to Randy. "What exactly is Nick doing here?"

"I wish there was someone I could ask that question because I honestly have no clue." There were a lot of things Randy had gotten used to in his pseudo relationship with Nick. He had gotten used to how Nick served as a public cockblock even when he wasn't around and how much of a hit his love life had taken since the media implied they were in a relationship, but that didn't matter much because the sex was great. He had gotten used to Nick's need to clean up after him in his own apartment. But what he was never going to get used to was Nick's newfound clingy personality.

It was an unspoken rule between them that when and if Nick ever decided to drop by unannounced then he would just have to deal with what or whoever Randy happened to be doing at the moment. Because of this Nick was usually smart not to come over early in the morning or late at night without calling first. But Randy had no idea what made him break that rule this morning, and then go into complete bitch mode on top of it.

"Did he walk in while you were….you know?"

Randy sighed and shook his head. "Nothing happened with John."

"He was drunk and slept over and nothing happened?"

"Nothing happened so drop it." And like that the conversation ended.


Twenty minutes later Cody realized that Ted was not going to give in so he reluctantly returned back to the living room.

Ted and John abruptly stopped their conversation in order to stare at Cody as he slowly slumped back into the room. "Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence again." Cody silently threw a death glare at John who just chuckled at him.

"I'm ready to leave now Theodore." Cody said as he crossed his arms across his chest. Ted's only response was a sort of 'I told you so' glance he shot at John before he stood up off of the couch and followed Cody out of the door.

When the door shut behind them Randy internally smiled for a second knowing he was alone with John again until he remembered that they weren't alone.

"I don't know who it originally stemmed from, but I think you and Cody have spent so much time around each other, the drama rolls off in waves from one on to the other."

"Ha, ha you're so funny I forgot to laugh." Randy deadpanned as he gave John a blank look, but it only made John laugh harder.

"I think I've definitely overstayed my welcome" John said with a pointed glance to the back room where they were both sure Nick was listening from and slowly picked himself up and off the couch. "Time for me to head out."

Randy wanted to shout for him to stay. He wanted to tell John to wait while he kicked Nick out so they could pick up where they left off. He wanted to do it so bad he had to clench his fists in order to stop them from reaching out for John on their own. He couldn't do it. There was very little doubt in his mind that John didn't want to leave. He knew John also wanted to pick up where they had left off earlier before they had been interrupted.

However, even with all that want, the little voice in his head nagging him that John had pulled away from him numerous times kept his feet glued to the floor. Getting John had almost become a game at this point. A game Randy refused to lose, and he knew locking John in a room while he fought to get Nick out of the apartment wasn't the best way to play his next move. But he could barely contain his need to throw John down on the coffee table and have his way with him.

Never in his life had Randy suffered so much from the classic case of wanting something so much only due to the fact that he knew he couldn't have it. And never in his life had Randy been so turned on by a man he had practically done nothing with.

John paused and hesitated for a second after he stood waiting for Randy to say or do something in reaction, but Randy just stood frozen in place, so John slowly shook his head and walked over to the door. He hesitated again when he reached it, but still heard nothing from Randy so he just walked out.

He didn't know whether he was angry or relieved that Randy had let him leave without stopping him. No matter how much he hated the man, it didn't stop his body from craving his touch. He wondered for a brief second how bad it could be to just give in, but all it took was a flash of the smirk. The smirk that also held the power it infuriate him and turn him on at the same time. Everything he felt for Randy seemed to be a slew of contradictions between his mind and body and it only pissed him off more to know his body seemed to have a mind of it's own around the man.

John was standing in front of the elevator shaft waiting for it to reach Randy's floor when he felt someone standing behind him. He turned around and almost bumped into Randy who had been standing behind him.

"Here, you left this." Randy said as he shoved John's suit jacket at him.

"Thanks?" John said questionably as he took the jacket from Randy's hands and folded it over his right forearm.

The two stood there silently staring at each other until the elevator dinged, announcing its arrival and John slowly stepped back into it and hit the button for the lobby level. They stood tensely staring at each other until the doors began to slowly close.

But then, in the same flash of movement, Randy stepped forward, grabbed the collar of John's shirt and pulled him against him, just as John stepped forward himself and wrapped his arms around Randy's waist pulling him into the elevator.

Their lips connected and Randy let out a low whine when John denied his tongue access into his mouth. John smiled at the sound and Randy used the loosening of his lips to his advantage and was finally granted access. But John continued to tease him and pulled back from the kiss once again returning it to just hot open mouth kisses without any tongue involved. Randy frantically trailed his hands from John's neck and down his chest until he cupped his clothed semi-erect penis in his hand.

John threw his head back and groaned. They were both lost in their own world completely unaware that the elevator had reached its destination and that the doors had opened until they heard a startled gasp.

John's eyes flew open and for the second time that morning he shoved Randy off of him. He looked like a baby dear caught in headlights as he stared at the three occupants of the lobby.

Randy, not very shocked at all, was sure he knew what was going to happen before John even decided to act. So he just stood there frustrated as John gathered himself and practically ran from the building's lobby. He let out a sigh and sent death glares at the old couple and concierge guy as he jabbed the number for his floor and slowly banged his head against the elevator doors when they finally closed.

Upon re-entry back into his apartment Randy was not surprised to see Nick waiting for him leant up against the doorway of the kitchen.

"That took a long time just to give him back his jacket." Nick's voice only held a slight bitchy sarcastic tone to it. It was mostly laced with worry.

Randy stormed right past him only tossing a response over his shoulder. "Don't fucking start with me." Even though it was said offhandedly and in passing, it didn't do anything to lessen the bite to the words. It also didn't do anything to stop Nick from following Randy into his bedroom.

"Baby," Nick paused at the look he received from Randy over his shoulder as he picked up his phone off of the nightstand and angrily began to jab at the screen, but continued when the glare was off of him. "I've been here for almost two hours already and you haven't even properly greeted me yet."

He waited for a response and when he didn't get one he walked over to where Randy was and wrapped his arms around his waist as he laid his head on Randy's back. Randy sighed, dropped his phone and turned around and loosely returned Nick's embrace.

He was slowly starting to realize that no matter how much of a bitch Nick was growing to be around his friends, he couldn't deny the fact that he did treat the man wrong. But he continued to think the world shined out of Randy's ass.

Randy tilted his head down and pressed his lips against Nick's awaiting ones. The kiss was soft and light and was over just as quickly as it had started. "Hello." Randy said sarcastically and Nick gently slapped his arm while he chuckled.

Randy started to pull back from the embrace but Nick only held on to Randy tighter. Randy just rested his chin atop Nick's head and started to seriously dread the day he was going to have to break up with him. He was one hundred percent sure all hell would break loose then.

Nick closed his eyes and burrowed his head deeper into Randy's chest. He knew that each and every day his grip on Randy was slipping further and further away from him. Things had been going fairly well. He knew Randy was never fully his per se, but Nick had made sure to get rid of any competition.

But John, Nick had no clue when John had become a serious threat to what he had with Randy. Sure he knew of the extreme dislike they had for one another. But somewhere along the line a strong sexual tension current seemed to have grown between the two of them and it scared him. He had fought way to damn hard for some closeted macho freak to take his place. He had put up with too much, dealing with Randy's harsh words and ignored phone calls. He was the one always there to calm Randy down after and encounter with John. It was him who had to go days sometimes even a week without hearing from his boyfriend only to get a brief 'I want your ass now' text when contact was finally made. Yeah he loved Randy, but even the deepest love wouldn't have been able to withstand all that he had.

So there was no way in hell he was just going to sit back and watch as John moved in and took Randy right from beneath his nose. He wouldn't let it happen.

Randy was more than surprised when he was suddenly being pushed back on to the bed. When the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed he fell on to his back and in a flash Nick was on top of him.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Randy asked surprised as Nick quickly began to rip his shirt off.

"I'm showing you the kind of greeting I was looking for. And hopefully you'll be getting into me."

Randy had to give it to Nick. The man had the best sex kitten voice he had ever heard. He managed to say everything and make it sound like a purr that Randy felt reverberating through this entire body. And he way he had his back arched made his ass stick straight up into the air making for an amazing view.

He gasped as Nick lightly scratched down his chest stopping at his navel. Nick's tongue traced slow circles around it occasionally stopping to dip inside his bellybutton. Just when Randy was going to tell him enough was enough Nick continued to trail down until he reached his pants.

Then in a show of probably one of the hottest things Randy had ever seen Nick looked up so that their eyes were locked, undid the button of Randy's jeans with just his mouth and used his teeth to unzip the zipper. He was sure that image alone would haunt his dreams and showers for the rest of his life.

His pants were abandoned just as quickly as his shirt had been. Then Nick pounced back on him and cupped Randy through his boxers as he brought his face close and practically nuzzled against his erect penis.

After the boxers were also discarded Nick took Randy's length into his had and slowly stroked it, occasionally licking and lightly sucking the head.

"Don't fucking tease me. I'm not a teenager and I don't want a hand job." Randy said as he roughly pulled Nick back by his hair. Nick just smirked and in quick motion took as much as he could of Randy into his mouth. "Damn you're such a slut." Nick's smirk just grew around Randy's penis in response.

When Randy was sure he couldn't take anymore he pushed Nick's mouth off of him and pulled him up so that he lay next to him and threw his body on top of his. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, your voice will be hoarse and you'll barely be able to walk when I'm through." Nick moaned and arched his body up against Randy's as the words were harshly whispered into his ear, glad to know he could still bring out the animalistic side of Randy in less than ten minutes.


Later that evening Randy sat on the balcony outside his bedroom alone smoking a cigarette. Nick had passed out exhausted from the sex, but even with his body feeling tired he couldn't fall asleep.

He looked over his shoulder at Nick who was still sprawled out on the bed with the sheets just managing to cover the swell of his ass. All it took was a round of sex for Randy to remember why he kept Nick around. He was the first guy Randy had encountered where he could be as rough as he wanted, and Nick still taunted him for more.

Picking up his phone off of his lap he thought of the true reason he had stepped out on to the balcony, to call John. Stubbing out his cigarette he quickly pressed the call button on the screen before he could talk himself out of it. The phone rung twice before he picked up.

"What the hell do you want Orton?" John answered with a snarl and Randy couldn't help but remember the way his face had lit up bright red when he realized they had an audience earlier in the elevator.

"Honestly, I want my dick buried deep inside your ass. But surprisingly that's not what I'm calling for."

"That would never happen no matter how much you dream about it Orton. So continue to fuck your little Chihuahua and pretend it's me you're plowing into."

Randy snorted; he found it cute that John still felt the need to lie to himself. "Will do Cena. But I'm just calling to tell you that you don't have to worry about needing to have your publicist do any damage control over what may or may not have happened in the elevator today. The old couple doesn't even know who you are and are too filthy rich to worry about making cheap change over selling a story to the tabloids and it's in the concierge's contract that he's not allowed to talk about what he sees while he's on the clock."

"Thanks for sharing that tidbit of information four hours later asshole."

"No problem sweet cheeks. I figured I'd be kind enough to talk you off of that cliff you're about to jump off."

"What if I had already put out a statement? You could have really damaged my career and you don't even seem to ca-"

Randy hung up the phone before John could get into his hysterics and laid his head back trying hard to fight the smile that was itching to spread across his face.