Chapter: 9: Stay the Night

Author's Note: I promise, I am alive and continuing to work on this story! I have extremely more written for the second piece of this (it's hopefully going to wind up as a trilogy, if all goes according to plan), but real life sometimes gets in the way of the fantasy worlds I like to play in and create for you all, so I don't get as much time to write as I'd like. I apologize if it feels like this fic has been moving at half a crawl, but I promise we're gonna make headway and I'm gonna keep writing! In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Mild dirty talk (is that even a warning anymore? lol)

~I know that we are upside down
So hold your tongue, and hear me out
I know that we were made to break
So what? I don't mind

So, are you gonna stay the night?~

And, no, Colby thinks the second he reads the text message the next morning, No, no, no, a thousand times no. He is not going out on an actual date with Randy. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not in a million years is it going to happen, he tells himself. In fact, he can't think of a worse possible idea than going on a date with the older man. Dammit, they'd talked about this! This was why Colby had established rules! So that they wouldn't be right here, so that neither of them would get this fucking attached. But now, it appears that Randy is at least starting to, and the high flyer decides from the moment that realization strikes him that he's got to nip this thing in the bud here where it's beginning.

The problem is, he has no clue how to go about bringing it up, turning down this offer for more without severing the still growing friendship and outstanding physical relationship they have (because let's face it, part of him thinks, no reason to throw away perfectly good sex). No matter how hard he wracks his brain, Colby can't figure out a way to approach the subject with Randy without sounding like a complete dick, and also a sex fiend. He spends days deliberating the matter, too, often getting so lost in thought that it takes Roman or Dean more than a few minutes to get his attention, and that has gotten beyond irritating, and embarassing. So finally, with no answer in sight and the next house show where he'll see Randy drawing ever closer, the high flyer makes an executive decision to do what all good booty-calls do when facing this awkward situation: he decides to ignore it.

And honestly, for the first few days, it seems to work out okay. He texts the Viper for the first time in nearly a week on the way to the arena, just a casual inquiry about the older's ETA for the evening, and when Randy responds in kind, no hint of the earlier question he'd posed, a wave of relief with an unexpected hint of sadness washes over the high flyer. Instead of focusing too much on it, however, Colby simply chalks the mere idea of a date up to the amount of alcohol they'd all consumed that night, as well as the chaos the evening had provided, and goes on about their normal business, discussing work and their crazy friends and setting up later hook-ups. Still, the younger can't help but be a bit nervous when he slips away for a quickie with the older later after his own match and before Randy's that the prospect will be brought up again, but this time, he'll be asked out in person, and he's not entirely sure how he'd react to that. Yet, even that tryst manages to go off without a hitch, as do the ones in the days that follow, and Colby allows himself to relax a bit, all thoughts of them actually going somewhere on a real date seemingly pushed from Randy's mind.

It's not until nearly a week and a half later that the offer is mentioned again, and damn if Randy doesn't wait until the perfect moment, tucked away in the furthest reaches of an arena after Raw.

"OhmyGod R-"

And it's all Colby can get out before Randy's hand claps over his mouth, pulls his whole body back against the larger one, his thrusts slowing as he continues to fuck into the younger. Randy presses his lips right against Colby's ear, voice a low growl as he speaks.

"What did I tell you about keeping quiet?" the older asks. Colby nearly shivers when he feels Randy smirk. "Unless you're trying to get us caught. You want someone to see us back here, kid?"

Colby shakes his head as best he can with Randy's hand still firmly locked over his mouth. That's the last thing he wants, though he's not sure if it's because of what he's doing or who it's with. But then, Randy's telling him to shut up, then, punctuating the statement with a rough thrust in, and Colby can't really think about anything but that feeling. After a moment, Randy releases his grip on the younger, and Colby slumps forward, bracing himself on the wall once more. Large hands fall back to his hips as Randy picks the pace up again, driving into Colby without abandon. He uses the pitch of Colby's gasps the gauge the younger's reaction, decide what is too much, and hardly anything is, but when it is, he knows, and he slows himself down, lets the boy under him catch his breath.

Beneath the Viper, Colby claws at the wall the slightest bit, trying to find something, anything to hold onto as the pleasure overtakes him once more. It's so hard to stay quiet, even his gasps for air laced with whimpers, but he definitely doesn't want to get caught getting fucked backstage by Randy Orton, so he tries his damndest, covering his mouth with his own arm when it gets too difficult and biting down, hard. The action makes him slump forward even further, bracing himself against the wall with one strong forearm now. Randy drapes himself over the younger once more, one hand slipping around to tug at his dick, and Colby cries out around the skin between his teeth. The Viper just grins this time, though, pressing his lips to Colby's neck softly before speaking again.

"Is it that good, Colby? Think you're gonna cum already?" the older taunts, and Colby squeezes his eyes shut tight, shakes his head, refusing to be outdone like this. Randy laughs, and the feeling of it against Colby's skin makes the younger almost whine. He whispers, lips on Colby's shoulder, "Then I guess I have to work harder."

And that he definitely does, switching up the angle and driving in the slightest bit faster, thumb swiping over the head of Colby's cock every few pumps, and soon, the younger can't stop it, barely stifling a shout as his orgasm rips through him. Randy throws his head back at the feeling, a moan on his lips that brings a smile to Colby's face despite how roughly the older begins to pound into him. It's barely a breath after, though, that Randy is coming, too, hands gripping Colby's hips so hard that the younger is sure there are going to be bruises. Once he pulls out, though, Colby drops to trembling knees, forehead resting on the wall as he struggles to finally catch his breath. Randy regards him with an almost fond smile as he wipes off most of the mess from his hand next to the rest of the mess on the wall before them, peeling the condom off and throwing it down the hallway before collapsing next to Colby. The younger quickly turns to him with a panicked look at the sight, and Randy can't help but laugh.

"Don't worry. Everyone's been cleared out of this hallway for over an hour." he says with the same light smile. "No one's even here to catch us."

"You asshole!" Colby exclaims with a half-glare, shoving his companion.

Randy laughs, pushing himself to sit back up with one hand, wrapping the other around Colby's shoulders and turning the younger to face him. A breath away from the boy's face, Randy mutters, "Tell me you didn't like it. That nervous shiver that runs down your spine just thinking that anyone could come around the corner and see. The very idea that someone could catch us at any moment, make some commotion, tell everyone."

"Yea, well..." Colby trails off, snatching the older's lips into a quick kiss in lieu of a response, but the Viper just grins into it. It's soft, chaste, and when they seperate, Randy carefully stands up, reaching a hand down to help Colby stand as well. The younger slides his pants back up as he stands, Randy handing him his shirt when the older dips back down to grab his own trunks off the floor. Colby laughs when Randy simply pulls a shirt over his head, and the Viper shoots him a curious look. Colby explains, "Your thing with pants, man. I just don't get it."

"Maybe I just don't like pants. What's wrong with not liking pants?" Randy replies jokingly, backing Colby up to lean against the wall, hands on either side of the younger's head, as he lowers his voice. "Besides, don't you get more out of me not wearing pants?"

Suddenly, the high flyer finds himself flashing back to the last time they were in this position, and just how emotional the situation had been, and he finds he can't breathe, can't form any solid thoughts to even reply. Thankfully, he doesn't even get a chance to respond, because then Randy's kissing him again. This one is anything but chaste, the Viper immediately deepening it the second that Colby begins to react to it, tongue tangling with the boy's own for a moment as if he has no plans to let him go. Colby slides his hands up to grab onto Randy's biceps, squeeze them momentarily before using them to ease the older out of the kiss before they both become too consumed in each other once more. Randy only backs up the slightest bit, however, brushing his re-erect cock against the younger's leg with a smirk. Colby just rolls his eyes, smiling at his companion.

"You are insatiable," Colby informs him, slipping out from beneath the older's arm, taking a few small steps away as he continues, "And as much as I'd love to hang around in the back hallway of an arena here with you for another round, I do have roommates to get back to. Roommates who are going to be pretty curious, once again, as to my whereabouts after the show."

"Jesus, just tell them we're having sex already." Randy says, fake exasperation in his voice, trying to snatch at the younger's hips, drag him close again, but Colby manages to stay just out of reach, shakes his head.

"Nuh uh. You know I don't fuck and tell." Colby objects, beginning to back away down the hall, wearing a half-smirk of his own. "Not until it's an actual relationship."

"Well then, when are you going to let me take you out on a date?" Randy questions, having to almost yell to reach across the distance Colby has put between them.

And there it is, the high flyer thinks, nearly stumbling over his feet at the words. Thankfully, he's far enough away from the Viper that he's almost sure Randy won't try to actually goad him into a full conversation, but still, he fumbles for a response, finally settling on a joke at the last possible moment.

"When you learn to wear pants." Colby calls out, shooting the older a wink that he's sure Randy barely sees.

Then, he's gone, darting around the corner in what he hopes is the right direction of the Shield's locker room for the night before Randy can get another word out about dating. He only makes it a few feet, however, completely lost in the sound of his heartbeat loud in his ears, before a heavy hand suddenly claps down on his shoulder, startling him so much he almost screams out loud. It doesn't help his nerves AT ALL when it's Roman's voice that accompanies the hand, hot on his ear as it takes the breath right from his lungs when the older leans in to speak.

"Y'know, Colbs, the thing about fucking around with co-workers is that you probably shouldn't do it at work, where any of your other co-workers could walk up on it. That is, unless you want everyone to find out." Roman says, turning his friend around slowly to meet his eyes as he talks. Still smiling, he adds, "But, considering you haven't even mentioned it to your best friends yet, I kind of doubt that fact."

Colby swallows thickly, unable to form thoughts properly. He flounders for a moment, having to open and close his mouth a few times before he can even get sound past his suddenly too-dry lips, and even when he does finally speak, it's not a real response, just broken pieces.

"It's just...we're not...Rome, I..." the younger eventually trails off, at a loss as to where he should even begin, wide brown eyes still tinged with panic as he stares at his friend.

Roman simply holds his hands up in front of him in something akin to surrender, though, effectively stopping Colby mid-thought.

"Hey, I'm not asking for an explanation. It's not really my business what you do with your dick, man. You don't have to tell me shit until you're good and ready. Me or Dean." Roman tells him, confirming at Colby's curious expression, "I won't say anything until you do."

The high flyer lets out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding, nearly slumping over in relief right onto his friend.

"God, thank you, Roman. Seriously. I owe you one so huge, you don't even know." Colby rushes out, grabbing the older's hand and clinging to it for a moment.

Roman laughs, shaking his companion off of him and grinning at him.

"You don't owe me shit, kid." the Samoan says, clapping the boy on the shoulder instead as he begins to walk them down the hall. He shoots the younger a raised eyebrow, though, asking playfully, "Really, though? Randy? Dean had his money on Cena."

"What?! No! Gross, man. Just...no." Colby replies, ducking out from under Roman's arm to fully turn to him with an almost offended look. He shakes his head as if to physically clear the thought from it, turning a corner with his friend as they continue on toward their locker room. He huffs out a light sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face as he half-explains, "I don't really even know what this thing is with Randy anymore, man, but the second I do, I'll let you know."

"And I'm here whenever you do." Roman adds, offering his friend a smile as the younger brings them to a stop by a flight of stairs leading to a higher level of the basement.

"I appreciate that, Rome, more than you realize." Colby tells the Samoan, trying his best to return the smile despite everything that's swirling around his head at the moment.

"I bet I have a pretty good idea." Roman responds, his face taking on a knowing smirk before he begins to ascend the stairs first.

The high flyer pulls to a halt, though, muttering a quick, "Hey, hold up. I still need to uhm. Grab my stuff."

And this makes the older laugh out loud, reaching out to ruffle Colby's still-messy hair.

"Alright, go get changed. Dean already left, so I can keep the car running. But seriously, you got ten minutes, or you can cab it back. I ain't waiting around for you to have another orgasm down there." he informs the younger, laughing even louder at the shade of red Colby's face takes on at his words. The boy just grumbles an agreement, though, heading toward their locker room while Roman turns to head up the stairs.

By the time Colby gets to the room, his ears are still ringing, mind alight with everything that's managed to transpire all in a matter of minutes, how different things are now, where he's even supposed to go from here, now that Roman fucking knows. He's so distracted by his own thoughts that he doesn't realize that he's, yet again, not alone until an irritated voice nearly gives him a heart attack for the second time of the evening.

"For the love of God, please tell me the two of you weren't having sex in the arena." John asks.

This time, Colby actually does let out a rather undignified scream, throwing the shirt he'd picked up across the room. He turns to Cena with wide eyes, and the older man has the nerve to actually sigh at him, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair. The whole situation does nothing but frustrate the high flyer, however, sending all of his emotions from the last hour smoothly into anger. His wide eyed expression turns to a glare and he snatches his shirt from the floor, tugging it on before focusing completely on Cena.

"Maybe we were. So what?" Colby practically snaps, dropping to pack his bag up, throwing things into it.

"So, you shouldn't fucking be doing it." John replies with his own undertone of anger, pushing himself from the chair and coming to stand almost directly in front of the younger man. Colby zips up his bag with a new aggression before standing himself and locking onto the blue eyes before him.

"Which part? Having sex, or having sex here?" Colby fires back, cocky smirk replacing the glare for a moment, until Cena speaks again.

"If I'm honest? All of it is a bad idea." the older says, and Colby's glare comes right back, even as the anger seems to leave John's voice.

"Man, what the fuck is your deal? You come in here telling me to talk to him and now you're telling me to leave him alone. Why do you care?" the high flyer demands, and John lets out another sigh, scrubbing a huge hand over his face before meeting the brown-eyed gaze again.

"Randy is my fucking deal, and I care because I care about him, dammit." John responds, and Colby scoffs.

"And I don't? I care about him, too, John." the younger tells him, unsure why he feels so damn defensive about it.

John cuts him off before he can continue, though, adding, "It's not the same."

Something in the look he's wearing as he says it, his stance through the conversation, has the younger completely unable to keep his mouth shut.

"What, are you jealous or something? Are you in love with him?" Colby asks, the very vocalization of the thought sending a feeling coursing through him that he'd rather not acknowledge. He's more relieved than he'd like to admit when Cena instantly denies it with an eye roll.

"No, I'm not in love with him." John says as if he's answered the question a million times before. It's like a punch to Colby's gut, however, when he immediately follows it up with, "But neither are you. Not yet, if ever."

"So what?" the high flyer questions, not even giving Cena the chance to answer before he snaps with a dark edge to his voice, "Maybe I'm not in love with him, but you have no clue how I feel, so don't fucking act like you do."

"I may not know completely how you feel, but what I do know is that he does have feelings for you," John informs Colby, his own voice gaining a dark tone as he adds, "And I'm not going to let him get hurt again. Sneaking around having sex a few times is one thing, but you two have taken this to a completely different level. Regardless of your feelings, this whole thing is a bad idea, Colby, one that's not going to pan out well for either of you. And it needs to stop."

The words come out like a warning, a borderline threat, and it takes a moment for Colby to digest them. It's another few moments before he can respond, too many thoughts hitting him all at once. Finally, Colby simply snatches his bag off the floor determined to leave before he explodes. Still, he can't exit before leaving John with one final statement, one that he spits with a venom that could rival Randy.

"Y'know what, John? You need to mind your own fucking business. Randy's a big kid, and so am I. If we want to have sex, you're the last person who's going to tell us we can't. Fuck off." he snaps.

Then, he's slamming the door in Cena's angry face, nearly running all the way from the basement to the parking lot in an effort to put as much distance between he and John as he can manage. By the time he reaches the rental car, he's shaking, and he's almost certain it's more from his irritation than from the run. He does his best to mask it in front of Roman, though, already dealing with more than enough in that department for one day. If the Samoan notices, he doesn't say anything, and he's even blessedly silent about Colby's sexual situation throughout the ride as well. As they're pulling up to the hotel, the high flyer decides he really couldn't have asked for a better set of friends, and he vows to himself to tell them all about Randy the moment he gets this whole thing figured out. In the back of his head, though, a voice that sounds way too much like John Cena's reminds him, if he gets it figured out. He shakes his head in an effort to clear it, grabbing his bag from the back seat. He meant what he'd said. He's not listening to Cena about this.

Unfortunately, once he gets back to the Shield hotel room and his friends begin to unwind for the night, it's as if John's voice gets turned on full blast inside his brain, parts of the conversation repeating on a loop in his head. 'All of it is a bad idea,' 'he does have feelings for you', 'you two have taken this to a completely different level,' 'it needs to stop'. Colby tries to focus on the TV, Dean and Roman already falling quiet, but the more time ticks on, the louder his mind gets. Finally, he can't stand it anymore, and he practically leaps from the bed, snatching the first pair of shorts he finds in his bag and stepping into his shoes, not bothering with socks or a shirt as he tugs on a hoodie instead. Dean and Roman both regard him with curious expressions as he grabs his phone off the bedside table, unplugging it from the charger.

"I'm going for a walk. I'm too antsy." he mutters, shaking his head at Roman's raised eyebrow and near-amused smirk.

"Be safe." the older jokes, but Colby just isn't in the mood, shutting the door instead of responding.

Roman isn't wrong, though, because it's Randy's room he winds up outside of the second the Viper texts back that he's awake. Randy opens the door with a wide grin, but it falls once he takes in the look on the younger's face.

"What's up?" Randy asks, but Colby shakes his head, pushing him into the room and kicking the door shut before practically tackling the older man, stealing the breath from his lungs in a deep kiss and nearly shoving him toward the bed. When they finally come up for air, sweaty and sated once more, Randy tries the question again, still hovering over Colby's naked, panting form as he ponders aloud, "What was all that about?"

Colby dodges eye contact and the question once more, grabbing the already opened bottle of water off the nightstand and chugging some down before finally meeting Randy's waiting gaze, telling him, "I just had some stuff I really needed to get out of my head about."

"Well, I certainly hope all that effort paid off. I can't remember the last time I hooked up three different times in one day." Randy replies with a laugh, taking the bottle from Colby's hand and drinking some himself as Colby nods, thinking to himself, I hope so, too.

As the Viper sets the bottle back on the nightstand, he takes note of the time on the alarm clock, grabbing the younger's arm as Colby slides out of bed and reaches for his clothes.

"Hey, it's late." he says, nodding toward the early AM hour displayed in bright red numbers. He looks nervous, and it brings everything the high flyer was avoiding back to the forefront, Randy's voice almost small as he suggests somewhat timidly, "You should just stay here."

Colby bites back a sigh, albeit not one of frustration, stilling in his movements mid-redress as he mutters, "You know I can't."

Randy doesn't bite back his sigh, dropping to the bed almost petulantly with a heave of, "Fuck, I know. Still doesn't stop me from trying."

"Why is that, anyway? Catching feelings, Randal?" Colby pulls on his hoodie to avoid even glancing at the Viper as he says it. His tone may be joking, but the words he very much means, John's voice still hot in his ears even all these hours later, still feeling very much like a warning. He can't ignore them now that he's not otherwise occupied, and he almost wants to kick himself for even asking as the question seems to hang in the air for a moment.

Colby can't believe how horrible he feels when, finally, Randy responds with a soft, "Maybe I am."

The high flyer sucks in a sharp breath, nearly stumbling as he steps into his shoes.

"I'll talk to you later." he rushes out, not even looking back at the Viper on the bed as he practically slams the door behind him.