The kiss seemed to last for ever, he could feel Phil trembling uncertainly as he deepened the kiss, he was ready to pull away if there was even a hint that this wasn't wanted, but slowly slender hands slid along his shoulders and the small body moved in closer to him as he fully explored the other man's mouth. He slowly broke the kiss pulling back he looked down into green eyes that looked confused but much calmer then they had only a few moments before.
"Better?" Randy asked softly moving his thumb in slow circles on the other man's jaw.
Phil took a slow deep breath before nodding a little. "Yeah," he said slowly licking his lips taking a deep breath. "Why did you do that Randall?" he asked.
And Randy he couldn't help but smile at the use of his full name then sighed softly. "I wanted you to calm down," he said gently. "What's going on in that head of yours?" he asked
Phil blinked and looked away shaking his head. "Nothing, I'm sorry I'm okay," there was still an edge to his voice, but he was definitely calmer as he slowly pulled away from Randy. "I can't be here," He said waving one hand meaning the loft. "I can't be...here,"
"What do you mean?" Randy asked letting the smaller man go watching him closely as he continued packing in a much more rational manner now.
"He knows where I live Randall," He responded a snip to his tone now. "I can not stay here,"
Randy watched him quietly for a minute then nodded. "Alright, will go to my house," He said quickly.
"NO!" panic again ripping across his tone. "No way, Randall he'll know where that is to," He said quickly.
"No, I have a place outside of the city, it'll be just you and me," He said calmly.
"Just you and me?" Punk asked studying him intently nervously fiddling with the item he was holding in his hand.
Randy nodded slowly. "Yeah," he moved closer to Phil studying him intently green eyes ran to his face and Phil took two steps back.
"No," He said. "There's nothing their anymore Randall," He said. "That ended 5 years ago," He said moving away shoving the item he was holding in his bag. "Lets go,"
Randy sighed softly he didn't really know what he was thinking, why he'd even kissed the smaller man in the first place. "yeah," he said turning and leaving the room.
It took nearly another hour to actually get the two men out of the apartment, 1 because Phil was convinced suddenly that his friendly terror creator would jump him as soon as he did, and two Punk kept remembering something he'd forgotten. But once the two men were in the car, he seemed to relax realizing he had to be moving to quickly to be in any danger from his would be tormentor.
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Daylight danced along the roof of the car and illuminated briefly the top of a head, the glow from the windshield glared off of a face but gave nothing away. A low tone beeped somewhere in the brightness of the car. Hungry eyes watched as the black car pulled free from the street and headed away from the apartment. The beeping continued and finally a large hand reached through the light snatching a cell phone from the seat.
"they're on the move...what do I do?" scrolled across the screen only as fast as thick thumbs could form the words. Silence came for several minutes as the hungry eyes devoured the day then the tone beeped out again. The screen glowed making the hungry eyes glow in turn.
"Leave them be for now..."
A low growl came from the hunter then the phone returned to its perch on the seat and the engine growled to life matching its masters in his anger, as it was jerked away from the curb and drove away from its pray.
Unhappy master...unhappy car...
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The road slipped by, mile after mile, Randy would glance over now and again checking on him, but for the most part he was quite. He kept imagining cars behind them were chasing them, and when they left them behind his chest felt less constricted. He slid down a bit more in the seat and remained quite still watching the review mirror waiting to see some tell tale headlights so he could start all over again.
He was brought out of his thought process when Randy changed lanes and got off an exit ramp. "What's going on?" he asked withering in his seat trying to see better behind them. "Are we being followed?"
"Nope," Randy said calmly. "We need gas, I need something to drink" He said his voice still mellow and calm. "You thirsty?"
Punk paused smacking his lips a little thinking over this silently while Randy pulled up to a gas pump. When he nodded Randy must not of caught it because he tilted his head to take in Phil silently waiting for a verbal answer. "Yeah, yes..I'm thirsty," He responded softly.
Randy nodded and climbed out of the car. "Diet Pepsi right?" he asked with a small fond smile.
Phil nodded and watched the Viper walk away from the car, he lost himself in thought for a moment thinking back to the first time The Viper had offered him something to drink.
"You thirsty?" Someone asked from behind him, he'd been sitting in one spot for fucking ever or at least that's what it felt like, the damn suit he was wearing, rode up in places more then his damn wrestling gear did, he was uncomfortable and hell if he understood why he was holding a fucking Tommy gun. He tilted his head to the left taking in the site of Randy Orton, of course he knew who Orton was. Did he really care, he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and blinked as Orton smiled and laughed softly. "I asked you a question," he spoke again. "You asked me a question huh?" he repeated with a smirk amused now. "Yeah, are—you—thirsty?" He asked spreading the words out obviously thinking Punk was a bit slow. "Could be, you offering?" He asked. Orton rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't be asking if I wasn't offering," He stated.
"Yeah, I'm thirsty," He finally responded still studying the younger brunette intently. Orton nodded moving more into his personal space. "Yer smaller in person," He arched an eyebrow looking up from his seated position. "You're just as big of a douche in person as you portray on TV," He smirked. The smile vanished from Orton's face and he frowned his blue gray orbs taking on a glint of meanness that punk knew well.
"Pepsi right?" He asked.
He arched an eyebrow and pursed his lips. What the fuck was this guy reading his Wiki. "Diet," He said calmly. "Gotta watch those calories huh?" he asked. "Nah, you get more sugar out of Diet," he said with a smirk. "Alright, then...Diet it is," Orton said with a smirk of his own before walking away. He would have to remember to sniff his drink before he drank it.
"Nobody here but us mice," Phil mumbled in response before he blinked and looked at Randy.
"You okay in there?" Randy asked.
He nodded slowly. "Yeah, just was thinking..." He trailed off and quickly began working on the bottle not wanting to continue his train of thought from that night. Because that was no more, those long glorious months, well years really were long over, in the past. They meant nothing more then momentary gratification for the both of them.
He was cool with that...he really was. "So?" He asked taking a drink. "Where are we going?" He asked.
Randy settled in the drivers seat opening his own soda, Dr. Pepper if Phil remembered correct and with a quick sideways peek he was thrilled to see he was.
"Kentucky," Came Randy's response.
Phil blinked into his Soda bottle for a minute before looking at the Viper. "What's in Kentucky?" He asked as the car started up again.
"Cumberland lake," came the response as he pulled out.
Phil blinked. "And your very privet house, is in Kentucky why?"
"I liked the area, its very..um...secretive," The viper said. "Peaceful, quite."
He smiled as he pulled back onto the highway not even noticing now that Phil was staring at him. "Great" He thought. "he's gonna dump my body in a lake..." He sighed and stared out the window sipping periodically at his drink. "So how big is yer house in the woods?"
"Decent sized, its not like a hunting Cabin or anything," He laughed. "its nice, you'll like it Phil I promise," He said.
"Yeah, alright...just don't show me the other dismembered bodies before you kill me..." He mumbled out loud.
TBC.
A/N: Okay yeah, if I kept going here this chapter would be a Massive over load, but I fed you guys some TASTY stuff this Chapter! XD! At least I hope I did.! Either way! Read and Review! I squee over every Review cause it makes me SO happy to see your stuff. Move is pending, but its coming so I'll disappear eventually.
Also don't forget to check out Letters to an End! Its the Sequel of sorts to this fic! There MAY be Tasty Punk/Orton Tidbits over there you never know!
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