Please Read: This is to all of my dearest readers. I never write notes like this, but I had to get this off my chest. You know, happiness was overwhelming when I got the first review for my story. I do not have to mention the person, she knows that I'm grateful of her. But as the chapters goes by...the amount of reviews becomes lesser and lesser. I have a feeling that the story is not interesting for you guys anymore. Please do say if I have to change (not the plot) anything. I'm worried...
His stomach was twisting into knots when he walked closer towards the door. He prayed everything to go alright. He couldn't say he was regretting his decision, after all, everyone deserved a second chance. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, Randy stopped in front of a door. Taking a deep breath he knocked once, twice and thrice on it, waiting for a reply. A moment later the door opened, revealing a tall man behind it.
"Randy..." he breathed. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen was in front of him. He wanted the time to freeze over so he could just continue to stand in the doorway like an idiot an admire Randy's beauty. The man was a gift from God himself.
"Glenn, may I come in?" Randy's voice was calm and collected, but on the inside a storm was brawling.
"Yes,of course. I'm a little surprised," he gave a smile, "you're early."
"Um, I can go and come later if you want," Randy said, already turning around.
"No!" it came out a little too quickly and harsh, "sorry, um, you can stay. I'm just not done cleaning the room, that's all."
"It's okay Glenn, it's not like I haven't seen how you use rooms before," Randy said chuckling, a sound Glenn had missed for a long time. He stepped aside, letting Randy enter the room before closing the door swiftly and grabbing the clothes on the bed and dumping them into a nearby basket for laundry. Randy sat down on the bed, eyes misting over as he remebered the last time he was on a bed with Glenn.
"I'm sorry, Randy. I did something I could not even forgive myself," Glenn said quietly, he had noticed Randy's look on his eyes. He had not been in control of himself that night and he had hurt his beloved badly enough, which resulted Randy taken over to the ER. He sat beside Randy and took his hand, kissing the top of it gently.
However, Randy was thinking about something else. His eyes were still on Glenn's lips, but his mind was on John. When Glenn's skin contacted his, he didn't felt the burn he got from whenever John touched him. He wondered how he had never noticed it. Was it just lust between them? No, it couldn't have been. But what he felt for Glenn now, is really love?
He didn't know. He couldn't understand. But he was sure that what he felt for John was a lot more stronger and powerful than what he was feeling for Glenn. For the second time of the night, he questioned if he had made the right decision.
"Stay with me tonight," Glenn whispered, kissing Randy's neck. That was when Randy came back to earth.
Randy gulped. That would mean John would have to sleep alone that night. Did he care? Of course. That was his bed John was going to own tonight. And he still had trust issues. "Glenn..."
Glenn sighed. He wasn't surprised. After all it hadn't been long since it has happened. "It's okay. You can take as much as time you want to trust me. I'm trying to not to let it happen again," he said, squeezing Randy's hand.
Randy's eyes snapped up and locked with Glenn's haunting grey orbs, "What do you mean 'trying to'? I thought it was a mistake," he shifted on his spot, getting uncomfortable.
"It was. And I was drunk at the time. Sometimes when I'm drunk, my control slips,"seeing Randy's face Glenn quickly added, "but I'm not a psycho. I just have anger problems." Randy couldn't deny that he was slightly afraid of the man beside him. Looking back now, he remembered how Glenn had gotton angry over small things. This meant that he would have to stay away from John. As much as he craved him, he didn't want to end up in the hospital again and see sympathetic stares of the doctors. He just hoped this time, everything would go fine and Glenn would make him forget what he have for John.
Dis Randy really loved Glenn or was he just using Glenn as a distraction...?
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John was drunk.
Well, not actually drunk, he only had three beers. He was sitting on the bed in the hotel room and was staring at nothing in particular. Since Randy was still out, he had no one to talk to and Phil was with Kofi, playing video games or something. They had asked him to join them, but he had insisted that he wanted to see Randy. He didn't admit it out loud of course, he had told them that he was tired and needed a nap.
He glanced at the clock on the night stand and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. He had made up his mind that Randy was staying over with Glenn that night. So why was he still up, thinking about all the chances he once had to own the one man who was now reunited with his ex? Sighing, John layed down, rubbing his chest. He inhaled the bed sheets, but scrunched his nose when instead of Randy's scent, the smell of washing powder came. Guess now the last piece of Randy was gone. Why the hell, did the hotel staff decided to wash the damn sheets today?
He shifted on the bed trying to get in a comfortable position, but something was poking beneath him. There was nothing but the mattress when he looked, but he decided to check underneath it also. When he lifted it, he found...a diary. A hard covered diary, royal blue with a button to lock and unlock it. John bit his bottom lip, debating whether to open the diary or not. It was Randy's diary, who else's would it be under their mattress. Their mattress?
His mind was cursing him for opening another man's diary, for sneaking on another man's privacy, but his hands worked against him. Randy wouldn't be here tonight after all. He won't get to know about this. It was confirmed that the diary was Randy's from the first page of the diary, as there was his name written on it. But John was surprised at his hand writing. They were cursive letters, written beautifully, like a girl's.
John snorted. Some of the things Randy did was girlish, the only reason John believed Randy was a man was because he didn't have boobs and a penis instead of a vagina. Well, he had seen Randy's...little viper. John swallowed a big gulp of spit, trying to shake off the image of Randy naked under the shower, water flowing down his bare skin making his skin glisten like velvet cloth.
He shook his head and flipped through the pages, reading what caught his eyes.
August, 28th
Dear diary, I was so close to losing my control. I saw him naked, in the shower... God, he was beautiful. Why is faith so unfair to me? When all I want is to forget him, why do I find myself stuck in situations like this?
He had written about Glenn. John felt his chest tighten, but he continued to another page.
September, 11th
Dear diary, I'm losing my sanity. The love I have for him is unbearable. Sometimes, I feel like cutting myself. Confession: I once did, on my arm. But covered it with a tattoo as soon as it healed.
John couldn't breath properly, his eyes were losing focus and there was something stuck in his throat, not allowing him to swallow.
September, 19th
Dear diary, going on a date. Have to dress to impress. But I'm not feeling it. Somehow, I feel like I'm doing something wrong. I'm being a coward. Not telling him what I really have in mind about him. But I'm scared... Don't laugh at me. Don't tell me I'm a little girl. Yes, I'm crying. I'm crying because I'm afraid that I won't get a clean rejection. I'm afraid of him being disgusted by me.
John didn't understand this entry at all. However, he kept flipping the pages trying to find something that he didn't know...
September, 30th
Can a man be in love with two men? Or am I just using him?
John's breath hitched, a small whimper escaped his lips.
October, 9th
Dear diary, it's funny how I tell you about my feelings for him, without actually telling you who it is. It's John.
John Cena.
The diary fell from his hands and landed on the floor with a dull thud. John let out a deep sigh, realizing that he had been holding his breath. He was relieved, at the same time angry, confused, sad and numb. Randy had been in love with him since...he couldn't guess a certain time. He hadn't told him about it because he had been afraid of a clean rejection. He had feared that John would be disgusted by him. Would John do that?
Yes, he would have, if he haven't had spent time like these few days with Randy and haven't had read his diary. Randy had been an expert at hiding his true emotions from John and having a fake asshole-persona with everybody except Ted Dibiase and Cody Rhodes. Hearing the door to the suite open, he quickly picked up the diary from the floor and shoved it under the bed.
"Cena?"
Randy called out, yet his voice came out as a harsh whisper. The suite was dark, no light had switched on except in the bedroom. He took slow steps toward the room, dread setting in the pitch of his stomach. When he entered the room, some of his uneasiness left but not the dread. John was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on knees and face hidden behind his fists. He seemed unaware of Randy's presence. So he cleared his throat.
For a moment it looked like John had ignored him, but when he lifted his head, Randy's stomach rolled. John's eyes were red, but the color was not from crying. He looked like he was trying to force something inside his mind back, but was failing at it. His lips were pursed and brows were furrowed, giving him a much older look. Without thinking properly, Randy knelt in front of him, gazing into his blue eyes. The once- sapphire orbs were much lighter, giving out baby blues.
"What's wrong?"
John didn't open his mouth. He was afraid of talking. He was afraid of what will come out of his mouth. John didn't trust himself with his mouth at the time, he knew if he opened it to say something, somehow he would hurt Randy. He didn't want to hurt him, he didn't want to be Glenn, not even an inch of him. Concern was pouring out of Randy's eyes, his teeth biting his bottom lip.
Randy raised his hand to touch John's face, but remembering that John didn't like him very much, he drew it back. He decided to wait until John spoke first. But even as the time went, all John seemed to do was more staring. By now, fear has taken over Randy's body, inside every inch of his body was trembling. What was wrong with John? What had happened while he was out? But neither of his questions were answered. His patience broke.
"Damn it, John what the hell happened?" he yelled, shaking the man's shoulders hard. John blinked, he couldn't stand it any longer. John gripped Randy's wrists tightly and yanked him hard, making the younger man lose his balance and fall against him. With another yank he pulled Randy to the bed on top of him, but quickly shifted the positions so he was on the top. He pinned Randy's hands to his sides and got in between his long legs. For a second his mind flashed Randy wrapping them around his waist and-
"John what the-" this has happened so fast and Randy lost track of what was happening. He couldn't even finish his sentence as John captured his lips with his own. He was frozen and his body went rigid for a second, but then all of his memory was erased and all he could focus on that full lucious lips sucking on his own thin lips. Pleasure overcoming his mind, he kissed just as hard as he was being kissed, giving entrance to John's hot tongue to his mouth.
John's tongue traced every inch of his mouth as if it was trying to memorize it. Every once in a while John would bite Randy's bottom lip making Randy moan slightly each time. John's hands slipped under Randy's t-shirt, feeling the rock hard abs, then brushed his nipples, making Randy arc into his touch. A low moan was heard as John pinched them, moving his lips from Randy's to his jaw. Every kiss he placed sparked a trail of fire along with it and Randy couldn't help but sigh with happiness.
To every touch he made, Randy's reaction was different from one another, which encouraged John to do more things to him. John unbuckled Randy's belt and and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper along. A shiver ran down Randy's spine as John gripped him, applying the perfect pressure. John kissed Randy again, making the supposed-to-come moan muffled, while rubbing his lenth. Randy's hands wandered over John's body, feeling every muscle he could reach.
He unzipped John's shorts and pulled them halfway down with his boxers, enough to reveal what he had been searching for. Rand touched it with one hand, tracing his fingers along the cock, feeling it. The other hand was gripping the back of John's neck tightly, while his mouth worked feverishly against John's.
Randy's finger brushed the crown of John's cock, making him momentarily stop rubbing Randy and hiss. He squeezed his eyes tightly as Randy began to work over his length. Pleasure ripped through the veins to his core as Randy worked on him. When he felt like he was on the edge he stopped Randy's hand and pinned it to his side again. Then he lowered his groin to Randy's crotch. When their overly sensitive skin touched, both moaned together, and John started moving his hips, their rock hard cocks rubbing together.
As the pleasure increased, Randy started moving against John and thrusting his cock forward, meeting John's and rubbing together in a rhythm.
"John..." Randy was the first to came, whispering his name. Soon John followed, biting Randy's shoulder hard enough to leave a mark and making Randy yelp out in pain. They both panted, gazing into each others eyes. Randy's eyes drifted off, and he fell asleep moments after, leaving John awake. John looked at Randy's face, flushed and red, admiring how beautiful he looked.
John stripped off his clothes and then Randy's, discarding them to a dumper for laundry. He pulled the blanket on their naked bodies, and fixed his eyes on a sleeping Randy, until he fell asleep with a small smile on his lips.
