Notes; I haven't had time to read through this yet, sorry for all of the mistakes.

I Just Can't Get Enough.

Chapter 10 : Clouded Site. (Rewrite part 3)

Randy heard something.

He was asleep but he could defiantly hear something...It sounded like crying or some sort of whimpering or just...something.

Randy cracked one eye open as he looked around for the source of the sound. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep but it had been after he'd taken Wade out for a meal - he remembered that much - the rest was a bit iffy. Finally Randy gave up as the sound quieted down a little and closed his eye, but then it started up again.

Groaning a little, Randy sat up in his bed - he was too tired for this. Rubbing his eyes, Randy looked around more and then he saw it, or more like - Wade. The Brit was next to him, asleep, but not peacefully. Wade was making strange noises, yet now it didn't sound like crying - but more like moaning? If Randy wasn't half asleep right now - he would have guessed that Wade was having a...wet dream.

Wade's fingers were curled around the bed sheets and he was breathing heavily. Randy rubbed his eyes again, not sure that he was really seeing what he was seeing - or hearing it for that matter.

"Rrrann - " Wade moaned a name, Randy couldn't tell whose. The bulge in Wade's trousers were clearly seen as he's hips buckled a little, his eyes were flickering but never opening. Randy had to fight the urge to pounce on Wade and finally - FINALLY - make him his. The Viper wanted to know so badly what the former bare knuckled fighter was dreaming about.

For the next three minutes Randy watched as Wade moaned and pleaded with whoever was in his dreams to go harder - but then finally he shuddered and came.

"Rand! - " Wade moaned loudly.

Randy dropped down, knowing full well that Wade would probably wake up soon, now that he has a wet patch in his boxers. He prayed slightly that his own bulge wouldn't be seen - Randy had, if anything, been rather turned on by what Wade had been doing only moments before. He felt the bed begin to bounce a little - as if someone was getting up - and then he heard a small curse word escape Wade's mouth as the bed lifted a little. The bath room door opened and then closed. Randy layed there, trying not to think of some other man but himself taking over his little Brit's dreams...

(Next Day)

The next time Randy woke up it was by normal courses - aka; needing the bog. Wade was in bed, but instead of being asleep this time - he was well enough awake and reading a book. Which Randy found weird been as it was 6:00am in the morning, but he never questioned it, instead he went straight to the bathroom mumbling a morin' to Wade as he got up. Wade just nodded in response, not taking his eyes off of the book he was reading.

After that early morning bog call, Randy had a shower and got dressed in some clean clothes which he had brought in here with him when he needed the toilet, and then he came out of the bathroom. Wade's eyes never once left the book and it was annoying Randy beyond belief, mainly the awkward silence that was lingering in the air. Randy sat down on the bed tying up his trainers, he was going to go to the gym and wanted to know if Wade wanted to come too- but before Randy could talk - Wade spoke up.

"Can I ask you something?" Wade asked. Randy was a little taken back by it, but nodded his head and said;

"Of course."

"Why did you want to apologise to me so bad?" Wade still didn't look up from his book.

"Why'd you ask?"

"You said I could," Wade rolled onto his back, looking up at Randy. "I just want to know - please?"

Randy sighed and looked Wade in the eye. "Because I figured it would be the right thing to do." He wasn't really lieing to Wade; but he may not have told all the truth either.

"That it?"

"That's it."

Randy didn't know whether or not it was just him, but he was sure that Wade looked sad after hearing that. Without saying anything else, Wade went back to his book - acting as if the whole conversation never happened. Randy shrugged his shoulders and went out of the room, maybe Wade just needed some time alone. They had slept together after all, just not in the way Randy would have liked them too. He just wished he could have been more braver about talking to Wade, but for now - being the friend should service.

It had been about half an hour of nothing but pure exercise for Randy when someone tapped his shoulder. Pulling out his ear plugs, Randy turned around on the exercises bike he was on and saw Sheamus standing there. Randy groaned, he really didn't want to be talking to that Irish man - but non the less - Randy stopped the bike and turned off his MP3player to listen to what the older man had to say. Sheamus smiled at him and Randy forced one back.

"Can I help you Sheamus?"

"I just wanted to know how things are going, you know, with that girl?"

'Girl?' Randy thought, looking at Sheamus as though he had grown a second head, but then he realised who he meant. 'Shit, he means Wade.'

"Errm, not good at the moment. Why?"

"Just wondering, but I have to say fella - I haven't seen you with any girl lately. Or even making eyes at some girl." Sheamus said, Randy wished he could straggle the ginger haired moron.

"Because...she's hard to get." Randy lied, sort of anyway.

"Ah, the hard ones are always the nicest to have..." The Irish man chuckled to himself.

"Yea, I guess."

"Have you thought about getting her anything?"

Randy was sure he looked as confused as he felt. "Like what?"

"Like what I told you, Roses. Trust me on this one - I'm sure if you start small she'll end up falling for you."

'Yep, but one problem with that, the she isn't a she - it's a he and it's Wade. The same person you like.' Randy thought hatefully.

"So do you still think you're in love with Wade?" As soon as Randy said it, it brought a nasty taste in his mouth. If he was right, then Sheamus was blushing a little.

"Sort of, but..."

"But?" Randy question, wanting - no - needing to know the answer.

"I think Wade's got eyes for someone else and I don't wanna mess with that, fella."

Randy mentally face palmed. This was so like Sheamus, if only he could have said that when Randy had called Wade everything he wasn't. But then it dawned on Randy just what Sheamus had said.

"Wait, Wade likes someone? Like who?" Before Sheamus could answer, John Cena called him over to where he was. Sheamus said goodbye without telling Randy who Wade had his eyes on, which pissed him off even more so than Wade reading that book. Randy turned back on the bike he was on and sighed, now he had to try and get the courage to ask Wade out - plus keep people away from his Brit. Fantastic...

d-_-b. Review Or Pm. Thanks for the review (Guest) WizKid - glad you like this one. I hope I haven't disappointed you in this chapter. Next chapter will have a short time skip in.