Randy Orton strode backstage, a half-smirk plastered across his handsome face.
He had woken up at almost two in the afternoon, rolling over to discover that John was nowhere to be found. Being a natural pessimist, he immediately thought the worst and felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Thankfully it only took a few seconds for him to see the note on the nightstand, only a few seconds of him feeling like total shit. The note was brief and to the point: Wade had called and John couldn't ignore him, he was sorry he had to go, and he had really been planning on spending the day with Randy. At first Randy wasn't really sure if he could believe John—he'd been lied to by enough of his past lovers to warrant suspicion—but eventually he came to the conclusion that, if John actually took the time to leave a note, he probably was telling the truth. Not much had happened after that; Randy took a boiling hot shower—wasting over an hour just basking in the heat. After getting out he went to the gym, running a solid six miles on the treadmill and then proceeding on to an ab routine—not working himself too hard, it was after all Monday, and he'd need to save some energy for the show. He had no doubt that Barrett or some other Nexus stooge would challenge him to a match, and he wanted to be at a hundred percent when that time came.
Walking down the hall, Randy passed locker room after locker room. 13B, 13C, 14A…he was looking for 16C, and it seemed like he was headed in the right direction. He passed by room 14B and couldn't help but smirk as Natalya Neidhart slyly cracked open the door and snuck in…no doubt that room probably belonged to Melina, judging from all the rumors that had been circulating. Why they were keeping it a secret, Randy didn't know. Practically everyone backstage was bisexual, so it wasn't like anyone would have a problem with it…then again, he and John were keeping their relationship a secret… Could he even call it a relationship? Randy couldn't help but mull that thought over as he nodded a greeting to Mark Henry, leaning up against the cinderblock wall to allow the behemoth to pass by.
They weren't dating really…not at all. Sure, they'd fucked, and John spent the night in his room, but they hadn't actually done anything together. Not to mention they weren't exclusive at all…or at least, that's what Randy thought. They hadn't discussed it though…his gym bag slung over his shoulder, Randy finally approached room 16C, wondering if John was seeing anyone else besides him. The thought of Cena having another fuck buddy on the side made Randy clench his jaws together, even though he knew that he had no reason to expect John to be with him and him only. Hell, they'd just started seeing each other barely a week ago…if that even counted. Stopping in front of the door to his locker room, Randy racked his brain, trying to remember if he'd heard anything about John seeing someone. He couldn't come up with anything…and John would've probably said something by now if he had another plaything, right? Wrapping his hand around the door handle, Randy pushed the russet-colored door open, stepping into his locker room…and freezing in place.
Wade Barrett was sitting on a wooden bench in the center of the room, grinning darkly up at Randy. They remained silent for a few moments, Randy staring down at Barrett with hatred, Wade grinning toothily up at the Viper. The locker room itself was rather small, with tall maroon, metal lockers standing behind Barrett, and a dark reddish-brown tile beneath their feet.
" What the hell are you doing in my locker room?" Orton hissed, his voice dangerously quiet. Swinging his gym bag around, he dropped it on the floor, his hands curling into fists as soon as they were free.
"You look surprised to see me." Barrett stood up, making it a point to look down at Randy, "Were you expecting someone else?"
Randy's breath hitched in his throat at that, his cerulean eyes narrowing.
"Hmm, I guess you were expecting someone else." Wade's smirk grew even wider, "Sorry to disappoint you."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Randy repeated, grinding his teeth together.
"Just coming to check up on you, Randy." Barrett's eyes darkened as he stared at Orton, "My boys were a little rough with you yesterday…I'm just doing the polite thing by coming to make sure you're alright."
"Fuck off, Barrett." Randy growled, taking a threatening step forward, "I'm not stupid, I know you planned the whole thing."
"Well that's neither here nor there, is it? You've still got that championship, and I still want it." Wade shrugged, "So we're back to square one, aren't we?"
"You going to challenge me to another match?" Randy sneered, the muscles in his arms flexing as he clenched his fists even tighter, "Go ahead. I'll be happy to beat the shit out of you again."
"Of course we're going to have another match." Wade chuckled sinisterly, "But this one's going to be so much more…interesting."
"John's not going to help you, isn't that obvious?" Randy snorted, shaking his head, "He fucking hates you! He's not going to attack me—"
"If I were you, Randy," Wade took a few steps forward, quickly closing the gap between them, "I'd start worrying less about Cena and more about yourself."
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Randy snarled, not backing down to Wade's sudden advancement.
Wade leaned forward, his brown eyes glaring down at the slightly smaller man, "Just a word of advice, Randy: give up. I've got everything worked out for Survivor Series…and you won't stand a chance."
"You really think John in going to help you?" Randy hissed, glaring up at Barrett.
"Let me put it this way," Wade smirked widely, leaning in so close to Randy that their faces were mere inches apart, "I'm going to make Cena an offer he simply can't refuse…no matter how infatuated with you he seems to be."
The astonishment on Randy's face was clear: his pale eyes widened slightly, and he looked away, his heart thumping hard in his chest. No way…there was no way Barrett could know about him and Cena… They were careful, and it'd only been a week…how could he possibly know?
"I…I don't know what you're talking about…" Randy stammered, taking a step back, now entirely unsure of himself.
To his dismay, Wade stepped forward again, and then again, this time standing so close to Randy that he had to take another step back, feeling the wood of the locker room door smack up against his back. Barrett grinned at that, and then he reached up, placing a hand on the door, just above Randy's shoulder, practically caging the smaller man against the door. Leaning forward, Barrett's eyes flashed as they traveled up and down Randy's body, lingering obscenely on Orton's waist.
"You know Randy," Barrett smiled cruelly, looking down at the almost pinned man, "If you ever get bored with Cena—"
The door behind Orton suddenly slammed forward, and Randy found himself being shoved into Barrett's chest. The force of Randy's muscular frame colliding into him caused Barrett to stumble backwards, his hand reaching out and gripping the front of Randy's shirt, pulling the Viper along with him. Both Randy and Barrett wore confused looks on their faces as the door shot open, and none other then John Cena himself walked in, his flashy purple and yellow ring gear immediately announcing his entrance. The easy smile on John's face quickly dropped as he suddenly halted in his steps, staring at the two men before him. Wade was smirking, grabbing onto the front of Randy's black tee with one hand, pulling the infamous Legend Killer against him. Randy himself was looking at John with a mixture of surprise and utter confusion. He turned, facing towards Barrett, and it was then that Randy realized—after being pushed forward—he was resting on of his hands on Wade's shoulder, steadying himself.
"Well now, this is awkward…" Barrett replied suggestively, his eyes narrowing in on Cena.
Randy yanked his hand off of Wade's shoulder like he'd suddenly been burned, and then he jerked away, stumbling backwards and out of Barrett's hold.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" John snarled at Barrett, his hands wrapping into thick fists, his blue eyes narrowing in pure rage.
Wade simply turned and looked at Randy, a knowing smirk plastered across his face.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" John repeated angrily, turning and focusing his heated gaze on Orton.
"I'll just leave you two to discuss this amongst yourselves…" Barrett replied calmly, taking a few steps towards the door. John stepped to the side and Wade quickly exited, disappearing behind the wooden door. As soon as he was gone, Cena rounded on Randy, scowling deeply, his eyes full of cold fire. Randy didn't meet his glare, instead he was staring at the tile floor, clenching his teeth together. The younger man could feel John's hot gaze on him, and it made his cheeks flush bright red with both anger and shame over the situation. He could only imagine the lovely view John had gotten when he entered the room… Wade and Randy, alone in the locker room, Barrett gripping him by the chest, and him resting his hand on Wade's shoulder without even thinking…
"Well?" John growled lowly, his hands still curled into thick fists.
"Well what?" Randy snapped, still refusing to meet John's eyes.
"You know what." John replied, taking a deep breath and squeezing his eyes shut, "What the hell was that all about?"
"I…I don't know…" Randy shrugged honestly, finally raising his eyes to match Cena's, frowning deeply. He wasn't lying…he didn't really know what to make of what Wade had told him.
"You don't know?" John spat, "What the fuck do you mean you don't know? I walk in here to find you alone with fucking Wade Barrett of all people and—"
"Hey! Calm down!" Randy held up his hands defensively, palms out, "I know it looked kind of bad, but if you heard what he was saying—"
"Why were you even alone with him?" Cena demanded with fury, "After all he's done you should know it's not safe for you to even be near him!"
"Hey, I didn't fucking know he was even in here!" Randy seethed, taking a step forward and looking John in the eye, "I just came to my locker room! That's it! I didn't fucking know Barrett was going to be in here, I just walked in and he started going on about Survivor Series and…and…"
Randy's words drifted off into nothing as he saw John's face fall. Immediately upon mentioning Survivor Series, Cena looked away from Orton, the jaw muscles in his cheeks tightening.
"You know something, don't you?" Randy muttered, placing his hands on his hips.
"Look, forget about it—" John began, tiredly reaching up and rubbing his eyes.
"No, I'm not going to forget about it." Randy growled, "You know something, and obviously it's bad—"
"I don't want you to worry, ok?" Cena sighed, walking over to the wooden bench and lowering himself down to it.
"If you don't tell me I'll just find someone else who will, so you might as well save me the time and effort." Randy rolled his eyes, still keeping his hands on his hips.
"Ok, ok. Just promise me you won't get too worked up about it." John looked up at Randy, a small frown marring his handsome face, his eyes wide and pleading.
"Alright, whatever." Randy shrugged lightly, adjusting his weight from one foot to the other.
"I mean it Randy," John said, his voice deep and serious as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "Promise me you won't get upset."
"Fine, fine…I promise I won't—" Randy began, rolling his eyes once again.
"Barrett made me the ref for your match at Survivor Series." John grumbled quickly, averting his eyes from Randy's icy stare.
"Ok, well, that's not too bad." Orton shrugged again, shaking his head at the same time, "Just call it fair and he can't say anything when I beat his ass into the ring floor—"
"And he said if he loses he'll fire me on the spot." John cringed as he spoke, his eyes still on the floor.
When John had opened the door and seen Barrett touching his Randy…he was ready wrap his fingers around Wade's throat and squeeze until the English man stopped moving. And that was exactly what went through his mind: his Randy. His Randy getting felt up by the one person in the wrestling industry that John hated the most. He knew he had no right to think of Randy as belonging to him—hell they weren't even dating—but damn it seeing Wade dare to put his hands on Orton made John's blood boil. Cena could truthfully say he was normally a pretty calm, level-headed person…but he was also the jealous type. He didn't like to share…and judging from the way Wade had been looking at Randy, that was exactly what he was looking for. Well, Barrett had another thing coming if he thought he could come on to Randy like that and get away with it… What had been going through the Nexus leader's mind, John couldn't even begin to fathom. Surely he was advancing on Randy to get to John…right? Or was there more to it then that? The attraction wasn't faked, John had realized that pretty quickly… Maybe Barrett really did just want to get into Randy's pants… Like John would ever let that happen.
When John revealed to Randy about the possibility of Wade firing him…well, Randy quickly forgot his promise to not get angry. He dropped his hands from his hips, curling them into fists, his frosty eyes narrowing into thin, infuriated slits.
"You've got to be shitting me…" Randy hissed, his voice low and dark.
"Randy, you said you wouldn't get angry—" John began, standing up, holding out his hands peacefully.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Randy snarled incredulously, "You tell me either I lose or you get fired, and you don't want me to get angry?"
"I just don't want you to get too worried, ok?" John reached out, placing a hand on Randy's shoulder, "Look, I'll figure something out—"
"How the fuck can you be so calm about this?" Randy howled, ripping himself away from John's touch, "Barrett was about to assault me and he says he'll fire you if I win at Survivor Series? And you're just going to take that? Are you kidding me?"
"Wait, what do you mean he was about to assault you?" John's lips twisted into a deep scowl as his own eyes narrowed, "Did something fucking happen between you two?"
"You really think I'd let something happen?" Randy asked quietly, giving John a long, hard look.
John opened his mouth to respond, to remind Randy that he had no reason to believe that Randy would be faithful to him, to remind him that Wade Barrett was one of the few men around that was probably big enough and strong enough to try and force Randy into something. Then he closed his mouth, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to say something in anger and then regret it later. His thing with Randy had gone so well last night…he didn't want to mess that up.
"I hate Barrett just as much as you do, remember?" Randy replied quietly, slowly, "You really think I'd let him try something with me?"
John stared at him for a few moments in silence, frowning deeply.
"I'm sorry." Cena said eventually, "I should've known you'd never allow him to pull something. I just walked in and saw him touching you and…"
"Jealous?" Randy smirked at that, leaning back against the door, folding his inked arms across his chest.
"Yeah, I guess so." John gave a small smile, taking a step towards Randy.
"Seriously though," Randy scowled again as John leaned in towards him, "How can you be so calm about this? Either you're fired or I lose the belt—"
"Remember after Bragging Rights when I asked if you were mad at me?" John replied evenly, reaching up and drawing his thumb across the lingering, bluish bruise on Randy's jaw, "You said you were mad, but you just didn't want to have to think about it. It's kind of like that…I'm starting not to care."
"You don't care about getting fired?" Randy raised an eyebrow, goosebumps flaring across his skin as he felt the light touch of John's thumb.
"Of course I care…" John shrugged, pulling his thumb downward, across Randy's neck, "I guess I'm just kind of wrapped up with other things right now."
"Other things?" Randy smirked handsomely at that as John's thumb finally came to rest on the bright red mark he'd left on Randy's collar bone.
"Yeah other things. Distractions, you know." John's smile grew wider, "It's kind of hard to worry about Wade Barrett and the Nexus when all I can think about is you."
"Yeah, sorry about that." Randy looked away, grinning to himself. He didn't know why, but John's comment made his cheeks burn.
"So…I've managed to get you out of competing tonight." Cena said, drawing his hand away from Randy's collar bone and placing it down on his hip.
"How'd you do that?" The Legend Killer asked as he tilted his head to the side.
"I convinced the GM that you were too injured from last night to compete." John suddenly shook his head in disgust, "Yeah, I had to do that through email. Damn GM still refuses to show his face…"
"Are you done for the night too?" Randy asked, leaning into John's touch.
"Yeah. So…what now?" John smirked suggestively.
"Whatever you want." Randy shrugged, his light eyes flashing.
"Whatever I want…why don't you surprise me?" Cena pulled his hand away from Randy, crossing both arms over his massive chest.
"Yeah, I think I could do that." Randy nodded, giving John a wicked smile.
Sorry it took me so long to get this up (finals week...ew). Anyway, thanks for reading and please review!