Day 10: Early Christmas: Randy Orton x Evan Bourne (Part 2)

The first day with Evan hadn't been so bad, Randy allowed himself to admit. The younger man had made them both breakfast and chatted about the randomest things, ranging from the weather to the KGB. Both men actually spoke much about the secret societies they had heard of and Randy had found himself not minding Evan being around.

After the breakfast Evan had gone out for most of the day buying groceries and Randy had just lounged around his home, doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Then, when Evan got back and all the groceries had been put away, both men watched the movie Evan chose, Despicable Me, then went to bed.

When Randy woke up on the third day, the smell of freshly cooked bacon was the first thing that he noticed and he quickly got dressed and raced to the kitchen. That's when he noticed what Evan had done to his house.

"Oh, Randy, you're up." Evan noted as he placed the food on the table, wearing an apron that said 'Born to Cook... Oh, and win, too.'

Randy would've smiled a bit at this, seeing how Evan was poking fun at his own theme song, but the shock and slowly building anger did not allow him.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Evan asked, smirking at the man and looking as if he wanted to poke the Viper, but restrained himself.

"What..." Randy started to scream, but took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. "What did you do to my house?"

Evan's smile faltered slightly at the question and he looked around at all the Christmas ornaments that he had covered Randy's stuff in.

"Um.. Early Christmas gift?" Evan asked lamely, slowly moving to the right of the table, seeing how Randy slowly approached him.

"Evan... Why are you moving away from me?" Randy lowly asked, glaring dangerously as the elf moved away from him.

"Because I don't feel like dying today... Randy." Evan answered, now smiling nervously because of the dangerous intent clear in Randy's eyes.

"I'm not going to kill you, Evan. It's not like you made my house look like Santa threw up all over it."

Evan squealed suddenly as Randy lunged over the table and tried to tackle him, and Randy actually managed to grab his leg.

"Let go of me, Randy! I want to live!" Evan screamed as he kicked at Randy's hands, then took off running as soon as he was free.

"Get back here, Bourne!" Randy yelled after the younger man, chasing after him to try and strangle his neck.

"Stop running! It'll only be worse for you!" Randy yelled as he jumped over the chair Evan had thrown onto the floor.

"Leave me alone, you brute!" Evan yelled back at him, but suddenly twisted his ankle and fell right in front of a doorway.

"Gotcha!" Randy jumped onto the man, making him squeal as he blushed.

"Why are you blushing, kid? I'm only going to hurt you a little..."

"Look up." Evan murmured, which got Randy to look up.

And he groaned. "Why the mistletoe if you know we're going to be the only two here?" Randy growled, glaring down at Evan once more.

But the highflyer only smirked and wrapped his arms around Randy's neck, bringing him down enough to bring their lips together.

"To do that."

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