When Cena, Batista, and Shawn finally made it down to the lobby, the rest of the guys were already there standing by the entrance joking about each other's styles. Mark and Glen decided on all black. Glen was decked out in all black leather while Mark was wearing black jeans, a white shirt, and a black vest over it. Morrison and Edge were easily the standouts as Edge was wearing black and silver pants with a flashy silver jacket. Morrison was wearing something just as flashy except it was mostly gold with gold trimming around the bottom of pants.

"And I thought Shawn would be the one to stand out tonight," Batista muttered. Everyone turned and grinned at the three guys headed their way.

"Wow Shawn. You look…normal," Adam teased.

"The same can be said about you," he replied.

"Whoa! Whoa! Cena! I see somebody put a little effort in his outfit. No jean shorts? What brought about this sudden change in wardrobe habits?" Randy asked. Cena glared at him angrily but decided to let it go. He was in no mood to argue with anyone. He already felt slightly uncomfortable but he knew that if he wanted to fit in, he needed to look the part tonight.

"Hey! Leave Cena alone. You're lucky he even came," Batista smirked before flashing Randy a quick wink.

"Alright you guys. It's time to get a move on before all the good tables are taken," Adam urged.

"Alright. We're coming though I can't help but wonder whether or not you're in a hurry to drink or to try to make all of us look bad. I tell you now Adam you try anything funny with me and I swear I'll kick your ass all over the bar," Batista warned.

"Oh relax. I have every intention of being on my best behavior tonight," Adam said curtly.

"Bull –cough- shit," Cena said. Everyone who caught it laughed as they headed out the building to their vehicles.

"Alright. Who's riding with who?" Batista grumbled.

"Uh…I thought we agreed on said 'buddy system'?" Glen chuckled.

"I thought it didn't take effect until we got into the actual club?" Morrison asked.

"Well…true but seriously we don't all need to drive. That's a waste of gas and besides, if a majority of us get wasted then we'll really be fucked."

"Yeah, I agree with Batista," Cena replied.

"Well you know I have to ride with Randy," Adam stated.

"We know this. I was talking about some of the others," Batista mumbled shaking his head. "So…Cena are you driving?"

"I had planned on it. Anyone who wants to ride with me can. If you don't then I won't complain. You bunch of roses get on my nerves anyway," he grinned. "I'm going to my car." Cena headed down the sidewalk followed by Batista.

"Dave, where you going? Aren't you riding with Mark and me?"

"Uh…well…no. I'll ride with Cena. Oh damn. Morrison. You wanna ride with Shawn instead?" Dave asked.

"It doesn't matter." Glen raised his eyebrows at the soft spoken Morrison.

"Dave, I think you should drive. Mark's gonna let Morrison ride with him and I'll ride with you. That way we'll have two in every car and it can be as insurance to make sure at least one person from each car is sober."

"Ahh good plan," Glen stated. "That alright with you bro?"

"Yeah. That's cool. The kid doesn't bother me at all…at least when he's sober," Mark said grinning. Morrison shot him an angry glare before heading to his car.

"Alright people! Let's…Wait a second. Shawn? Who are you…?"

"My partner," he grinned. He was already halfway inside the car when Batista asked.

"Oh good grief. Let's get outta here you girls before I change my mind."

--xx--

"Wow. Now this is my kind of place," Adam said grinning. They were now entering the club but all of them were lurking about the entrance. Adam and Randy were alright about going inside but the others were just standing there scoping the place.

"You guys. We can't just stand here all night," Morrison mumbled. He hurried past Cena and the others to follow Randy and Adam inside.

"Now or never," Cena grumbled. They all took Cena's lead and headed inside the bar. They avoided the dance floor as well as watchful eyes as they headed to a table near the back.

"This is…wow," Batista said laughing. He took a seat next to Shawn who was now looking very sick all of a sudden. "Hey Shawn? Are you alright?" he asked.

"Uh…yeah."

"I know what's wrong with him," Adam said grinning. "Some of the guys haven't been able to take their eyes off of him. Damn Shawn. I just hope you get more attention than me. I actually went out of my way to get noticed but you…you tried the subtle approach tonight and it's working!"

"Calm down Adam. Shawn can't help it if he's pretty. He was born that way," Glen said grinning.

"Oh shut up," he mumbled.

"Shawn, I would have thought you'd be used to guys staring at you all the time. Were you not trying to sport some tighter pants just last Monday night?" Randy asked.

"Were you Shawn? I'd have killed to see them considering the fact that all of your pants are tight anyway," Mark said grinning. Everyone laughed at this but Shawn only frowned.

"You know Morrison, you can laugh with these man beasts if you want but your pants are just as fitting as mine are."

"He's got a point there ace," Cena grinned.

"Whoa Cena! You checking someone out other than Sha…"

"Man shut up," Cena grumbled cutting Randy off before he could get something started. He wasn't checking Morrison out or anything but one couldn't help but notice how the two resembled each other from time to time.

"Well you guys. We can either sit here all night and look stupid or…we could get a few drinks and dance the night away. I personally think we should head to the floor," Batista suggested.

"Oh? Are you trying to attract attention from the other guys?" Glen asked.

"Um…no but uh…unless you want this table to be surrounded by queens…" Everyone turned around and saw that there were several men eyeing their table, most with lustful looks in their eyes. A majority of them were either eyeing Shawn or Morrison, which pissed Adam off to no end.

"Alright. Let's go dance. I can't take the awkwardness anymore," Morrison mumbled. "Who wants to dance with me?" he asked. They all just sat their silently; Mark and Batista shifted nervously in their seats. Cena was about to cave in and volunteer but Shawn beat him to the punch.

"I'll dance with you. You know I've never been one to chicken out. I mean I screwed Bret for crying out loud," he grinned.

"In more ways that one I hear," Randy snickered. Shawn cast him an angry glare before grinning.

"Well I guess you'll never know the truth behind that now will you?" All the guys just dropped their jaws in complete shock. Morrison grabbed Shawn's hand and led him to the dance floor. They snaked their way through the crowds of talking guys and through other dancing couples before taking a spot in the center. They were surrounded by various couples dancing who only flashed them friendly smiles as they danced.

"My aren't we very assertive," Shawn said with a grin.

"I know but we're here so we might as well make the best of it. Besides, I figure anything would be more comfortable than sitting at the table with those lunatics." He slid his arms around Shawn's waist pulling him close and Shawn took the cue, putting his arms around Morrison's neck.

"This is…very awkward," he said in a low tone. "Not that I'm…ashamed or anything but I feel like I'm dancing with myself. But never mind that. Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"At the table. You were fidgeting and you were very…un-relaxed. What's the deal? Are you crushing on somebody in our group and God please tell me it's not me."

"Oh…well…" he stammered.

"Oh no," Shawn groaned.

"No…it's not what you…ok…alright. I'll admit that I think you're hot and all. I'll even admit to uh…maybe having a crush on you. I just might still have that crush on you actually," he said thoughtfully.

"But…"

"But I also like someone else and no I'm not going to tell you who it is. Besides, I think he has a thing for you anyway. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone here tonight has a crush on you. How could they not? You're fucking beautiful!"

"And you're not?" he scoffed.

"Well I may look like you but I'm not you and can never be you…even though I still strive to be like you. God listen to me. I sound like a little bitch."

"No you don't. Don't get all sad on me. I'm not all I'm cracked up to be. At least you had the guts to admit your feelings about me. I could never tell someone how I truly feel about them…I could never…open my heart up to anyone," he added softly. Because I'm too afraid I'll be rejected and I'll just fall to pieces. At that instance Morrison pulled him closer so that their bodies were now touching. Since he was wearing boots with his outfit, he was standing slightly taller than Shawn even though they both were 6'1. He wrapped his arms around Shawn's back, running his fingers through the soft strands of his hair.

"Why can't you open your heart to someone Shawn? I mean, I know it's not my business but while we're both in the mood to talk, let's hear it. You're one of the sweetest guys I know. You never hesitate to help people and you're just an all around good guy, though I heard you were quite difficult to deal with years ago. But that was then and this is now. There's no reason for you to be without a companion you know? I hope by the time I'm your age I will have found my better half." Shawn chuckled softly, resting his head on Morrison's chest.

"Hopeless romantic huh?" Morrison just blushed at this and chose not to answer. Neither of the two were aware of the stares they were getting from across the room.

"Wow. Just…wow," Glen said shaking his head. He and the rest of the table were watching Shawn and John with curious eyes.

"I know. Who'd have thought…?" Batista started but he was cut off by Adam.

"Thought what? You mean Morrison and Shawn? Hmph. They're just putting on a show," he grumbled.

"A show huh? Doesn't look that way to me," Randy commented. Indeed it didn't. From their point of view they looked as if they were romantically involved. Shawn's head was resting on Morrison's chest while Morrison raked his fingers through Shawn's hair. Cena could feel his face flushing with jealously and he turned his attention back to his drink.

"I say we've watched them long enough," Randy said as he stood to his feet. He pulled Adam to his feet and started pushing him to the dance floor.

"I thought you'd never ask," Adam grinned. "You guys coming or are you going to sit like lumps on a log all night?"

"Uh…" Mark started but Batista cut him off.

"Yeah we're coming. This should prove…interesting," he grinned.

"What?! Hey Batista. Come on man. I thought you were going to stay here and chat with me?" Cena asked, giving his friend a pleading look.

"Naa…I'm going to dance with the ladies," he smirked. "You can stay here all by yourself." He stood up and started towards Cena. He bent his head low so he could whisper in his ear. "Or you can come over and get a dance with your baby before Morrison ends up wooing him. We all know the kid likes him just as much as he likes Mark, but from the looks of it, he'll take Mark or Shawn."

"I can't man. I just…"

"Swallow your pride and get your ass out there. It's just us. The guys. You know I'm not fucking gay but I'm going to go out there and have a good time. Besides if you sit here all by yourself you're only raising your chances of getting hit on by 70 percent."

"Damn. Alright. I'm coming."

--xx--

"I think the others are going to join us."

"Oh wow. About time. I was starting to think that they didn't like us anymore," Shawn chuckled. Morrison pulled away from Shawn and grinned.

"So uh…you like taking risks right?" Shawn stared at him curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he answered slowly. "But it depends on what I'm 'risking'."

"Your image."

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, his curiosity clearly getting the better of him.

"Don't talk."

"Huh?" Morrison leaned forward and pressed his lips to Shawn's. It took Shawn a couple of seconds to realize what was happening but then he let go and gave in, moving his lips in response. Morrison nipped at Shawn's lower lip drawing a soft moan from the older man, a soft moan that was heard by Cena and the others. They had now made their way over to the floor and were standing just inches away from the two Shawns.

Cena could feel his body starting to shake with fury as he watched Morrison's hands roam around Shawn's back. He continued watching as Morrison tilted Shawn's head back, deepening the kiss drawing more urgent, needful moans from him. That should be me! Shawn wrapped his arms around Morrison clinging to him as if he needed him in every way. Cena was vaguely aware that it had become deathly quieter as most of the couples were now watching the two 'lovers' make out on the floor. A few were cheering for them while others looked on longingly as if they wanted to join in on the fun.

"Alright. I've had about enough of this." Batista walked over gripping Morrison's shoulders and pulled him away from Shawn.

"Hey! What's the big idea? I was enjoying that!" he snapped.

"Yeah well I don't care. I had to watch you two make out while you were drunk but not tonight. Get a room," he grumbled.

"Yeah…maybe we will," he grinned. He looked over at Shawn and winked before letting Batista push him away. Shawn just stood there, his face flushed with embarrassment. Cena wasted no time getting to Shawn. He walked over to him and grinned.

"Can I have this dance?" he joked, bowing down at him as if he were a prince and Shawn his princess. Because it was so out of character for Cena, Shawn's embarrassment went away immediately and he laughed out loud.

"Wow John. Don't ever do that again though I have to admit, it was kind of cute. Sure we can dance. If I don't then I'll just think about stuff and I'm not in the mood to think." Cena put his hands on Shawn's waist but Shawn stopped him.

"Why can't my hands go on your waist?"

"We had this discussion earlier darling," he smirked. "You're the pretty lady and I'm the big, strong man. Deal with it." Cena pushed Shawn's hands away and quickly grabbed Shawn's waist. Shawn tried to pry Cena's hands from his hips but they wouldn't budge.

"Dammit Cena!" he snapped.

"Sorry Shawn but I'm in control right now." His voice was a little bit more serious now.

"But…" He jerked Shawn's body closer so that their faces were just mere inches apart. They could feel each other's warm breaths hitting each other's face and Cena had to bite his lower lips to keep from kissing Shawn.

"For one night, let me be in control of you. I promise…" He lowered his head and pressed his lips to Shawn's ear. "I promise it would be worth your while." He pulled back so he could look Shawn in the eye. Shawn said nothing but his actions spoke for him. He stepped closer to Cena, resting his head on the younger man's chest. Cena wrapped his arms around him, embracing him on the dance floor. Let me be the one to show you love. Let me be the one to hold you like this forever…

AN: DAMN IT ALL! I need a new power cord for my PC. No updates again until then. Grrrr Anyway, I was going to make this chapter a lot longer but just in case I can't get a power cord later today then I wanted you to have something to look forward too. Morrison will be all over the next chapter. Trust me but for now here's something to keep you wanting more. Love you guys and thanks for being patient with me. R&R!