Dave hurriedly rushed back to the hotel room. He had just ordered Randy something from the pancake place downstairs when a weak sounding Randy rang him up, urgently insisting he come back upstairs. There was only so much time between then and now. What had happened? Shaking his head, he rushed into the room, fury evident on his face when he caught a glimpse of Randy on his back on their bed, legs spread wide with John in between them. He charged John, grabbing him by the shoulder and tossing him into the back of the couch. He looked to Randy, who had a clear look of utter confusion on his face. "What's all this?"

Randy opened his mouth to speak but John let out a pain filled cry across the room that drew both man's attention. "Oh man, what the heck was that for?"

Dave angrily turned to John, "What were you doing to my Randy?"

"Helping him change into dry clothes!" Dave quirked an eyebrow and turned to Randy who he now noticed to be wet and shivering with a t-shirt pulled midway over his abs.

"Oh sorry about that. Randy what happened? What's going on?"

Cena jumped up and cracked his back before returning back to his place between Randy's legs. "I really wish you would've asked before you attacked."

"Aw c'mon John. Imagine how it looked from my perspective. A guy in between my guys legs, just think of it." Batista motioned as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Alright first off," Cena began. "You know I love Rands but Dave we boys. Ain't you got more faith in me than that?" Dave looked towards the floor ashamed. "And two, what type of naughty things did you think I was doing to poor," Cena grabbed Randy's wrist and locked them above his head on the pillow, "...defenseless...," He pressed his body further onto Randy's, "...weak...," he licked Randy's neck and gently kissed his cheek, "...gorgeous little pregnant Orton?" That sent Dave over the edge and he snatched Cena by the collar off the bed. John laughed obnoxiously and waved his hands in the air in surrender. "Dude I was only joking! Let go man, let go!"

Dave sighed and dropped Cena, moving over to Randy. "What happened," he mouthed as he stroked Randy's damp and chilled arm. Randy angrily turned away, blush spread across his cheeks. Dave turned him back over, "C'mon now, I know you weren't this hostile towards John. What happened?"

"I came to visit him and strangely he was in the bathroom, soaking wet, crying on the floor," John chimed in from on the floor. Randy glared at him but Cena only shrugged it off as he stood to his feet and climbed back up on the bed by Randy. "He still is kind of shaky but I got him some more clothes for him." Dave ran his hand over Randy's abdominal region feeling it tremble slightly under his touch. It made him smile and he continued his caressing until he heard Randy let out a soft almost purr. Randy was laid up with his eyes fluttered shut. Gosh he was cute. Randy let out an even softer whine of disappointment when Dave stopped momentarily before continuing. He then let out a consent sigh. Cena only shook his head as he looked on, "You two are so icky. I swear I'm going to spew chunks!" Dave shot him the same glare Randy had earlier and again Cena shook it off and got off the bed. "Well I'd love to lay up under Momma Orton all day with his beautiful body but I'm going to ask around. You know get to the bottom of this since Rands wont speak. See ya big Dave, see ya Gorgeous." Cena winked at Randy one last time and left out.

"If you don't want to talk about it, fine but I'm going to go get breakfast." As Dave got up to move he found himself incapable due to the fist curled tightly into the back of his shirt. He curiously turned around to see Randy blushing once again, refusing to make eye contact. Dave sat down and tried again only to get pulled back down. He tried a few more times until he finally broke free of the death grip. Immediately after he turned around to meet the Orton's unintentionally pleading eyes. Dave sighed, "Look I really have to get out stuff. I'll get someone to come up here with you." Randy looked at him unsure but then eased up some. Dave took out the phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for. Grinning he sent a quick text and put the phone away. "I'll wait until they get here but they're right down the.."

At that instance the door flew open and completely in slow motion, Morrison strode in the room. Miz casually followed in taking the damaged door into account. "That looks like Bourne's work right there." Morrison abandoned his flashy entrance and curiously faced the door as well. Randy hit a major face palm and fell back against the pillows.

Dave smiled, "Now guys, take care of all my babies would ya? I'll be right back."

"We get a meal as payment to right?" Miz yelled as Dave left.

"I hope so," John finished as he made his way to where Randy was. He stroked Randy's hair lightly and began to leave butterfly kisses all over his face.

Randy turned to him perplexed, "What exactly are you doing?"

Morrison laughed and lied on the bed with Randy, "Why I'm trying to make you more comfortable silly," John explained smartly continuing his assault on Randy's face.

"I don't think it's working," Miz grinned joining John on the other side of Randy. "Let me try," Miz's grin grew even more impish as he placed kisses on Randy's face. By the time Dave had arrived with the food poor Orton was flushed beet red and passed out. Dave looked at M and M worriedly as they sat down watching TV from the couch.

"What did you guys do to him?" Miz rushed over and snatched the food from Dave while Morrison went to wake Randy.

"Well," Miz started, "We were playing with him and kissed all over his face and he fainted. Then we got bored and watched TV."

"I was only gone for fifteen minutes!"

"Well it doesn't take long to seduce him does it?" After some hard shaking from Jomo, Randy dazedly woke. He groaned as he saw Batista and lifted himself from the bed and to the bar by the food.

"Dave, word of advice...don't let these pervs watch me or I may end up with another eight kids."

Morrison laughed at Randy's statement and draped an arm over his friend, "Aw c'mon Randy, you know we were just teasing. You were freezing ad we just wanted to get you a little..hot." Randy gasped and looked down finding the little minx JOMO managed to snake a free hand to Randy's inner thigh. He immediately slapped the hand away and John grinned in a rather Cheshire way before taking Mike and the food and scrambling from the room. Dave never being the wiser, finished setting up their breakfast and sat down with Orton to eat. They actually held calm conversation with one another, Randy telling him all about why neither John should be around him while Dave is out. But when they finished the two got dressed. Randy threw on some loose jogging pants while Dave put on a full sweat suit.

"Let's go take your mind off of this and head down to the gym for a little while, huh?" Dave brought Randy's hand up to his face and kissed it lightly. Randy shuddered a little but nodded blushing and the duo headed out.

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