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Randy nodded. "You...you just risked so much for me John. I would just hate for you to get hurt because of it. You been lucky so far." Randy closed his eyes again squeezing them shut at another twinge of pain.
"You just let me worry about that." John took his phone and sent a text to his family. He noticed the pained expression on Randy's face. "You alright, Man?"

"The pain is just...it's just a little worse. I can deal...I hate that I allowed myself to get doped up to cope. Wish I could lay on my side."
John stood, bending over the bed. "Want me to help you turn?"
"They want me on my back...something about the pressure drawing the infection. I always thought those there were suppose to drain...no clue." Randy sighed as he reached for his glass drinking more water.

"Okay." John's phone vibrated & he saw things were covered.
Randy sighed. "Ev-even if Hunter & Stephanie are caught...I don't see how I can ever go back. Somehow it will get out, I will be a laughing stock."
"Randy, there is nothing funny about what happened to you." John told Randy. "More like they would be horrified that Stephanie, Hunter and Kane could stoop so low. I can't believe I let that conniving bitch touch me and I liked it."

"And I was dumb enough to let it go on for so long." Randy lowered his eyes turning his head away from John, his voice dropping to almost a numbed depressed whisper. "My whole...or nearly my whole career nothing but a joke. Was any of it real or was it all handed to me? Did I earn any of it on merit or just scraps thrown to keep me quiet? What they did may not be a joke...but I sure will be."

John reached for Randy, gently turning his head so that his friend was forced to face him. "No, Ran. I've watched you. Hell, I've faced you in the ring. You have talent, real talent. No matter what they may or may not have handed you. When you walk out the fans go nuts. You are an amazing wrestler."
"Thanks man. Don't mean our peers will feel that way...nothing but a corporate bitch...and I let them."
"Fuck them. You know the truth." John looked deep into Randy's eyes, longing to kiss him. "I'd love to kiss you right now." He whispered.

Randy oddly blushed at those words, he turned his head feeling unsure about John's deceleration. John backed off, not wanting to spook the younger man. "It's okay. You've been through so much. I had no right to ask."
Randy lightly nodded before gritting his teeth. "Just been so long...also no-not the place. Ma-maybe someday...no-not promising."
"It's okay, Man. You have enough to worry about." John felt selfish and petty. "It was wrong of me to push myself on you."

Randy gave a faint nod. "Why don't you go get some air? Stretch your legs, get a drink or something?"
"Yeah, sounds good." John said softly. "I'll be back, Man." He left the room and headed outside. Randy hated to do it but shortly after John left he hit the button for the nurse unsure of the desire of the pain medication was a need or want. Why did he fight so hard while John was there?

When John returned to Randy's room, he walked inside with butterflies in his stomach. While he was away he had a lot to think about alone. He was determined to somehow break the ice and reach Randy. Randy's eyes were closed, the head of the bed still faintly raised, but his head was turned to the side seemingly sleeping. John sat down in a chair near the bed, not wanting to disturb Randy. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes; feeling a little tired and drained himself. A short time later the nurse came back in to check Randy & spotting John resting in the chair nearby. She was making a few notes on his records. John heard movement in the room and opened his eyes. "Everything okay nurse?"
She looked over with a warm smile. "Yes just seeing how he was resting with the shot we just gave him."
"Oh." John yawned. "Okay. He seems to be resting well."

"Yes, he is running a slight fever we are hoping to get brought down quickly." She sighed as she was looking over a few more things.
"Any idea when he might be released?" John asked the nurse. "I'm his friend and giving him a ride when he is discharged."
"No, with the infection it's hard to say." John liked the way the young nurse was smiling at him. He hoped he could use it to gather more information as she seemed to be speaking freely. He gave her his best dimpled smile and innocent blue eyes.

"Infection? How bad exactly is my friend? He is verrrry important to me."
"Well he has two of them...both versions of staph. The Doctors are hoping the IV antibiotics & treatments will clear it. There was talk of...well he may need surgery if the one doesn't clear. Luckily there was no mention of it being Mersa based."
John's face paled at the mention of surgery. "Thank you, Hun. I appreciate it. I'm very concerned about him."
"Sweet, I know they are limiting his visitors because of his...situation. Nice to see he has someone, poor guy." She tried to offer a warm smile. "I'll check back in about an hour."

"Thanks." John gave her another smile as he watched Randy resting on the bed. She turned heading from the room & continue her rounds. Maybe 15 or so minutes later Randy began to mumble in his sleep it was easy to tell it was not good whatever it was about. John didn't want to spook him by waking him up, so he just watched Randy with concern and waited. Randy's hands clenched hard as his heart rate increased on the monitors. John stood when he heard Randy's heart rate speed up the monitors. He leaned over the bed, stroking Randy's cropped head. "Randy?" He called softly. Faint pained whimpers came from Randy, his eyes squeezing tightly closed. Trying to pant through his nose before he went still, his heart rate slowly dropping back down to normal.

John smiled as he felt Randy calm at his touch. He continued to stroke the Viper's head, loving touching Randy in a nonsexual way for once. Randy faintly sighed, his head moving to actually try to claim more of the touch. John felt a happiness he could not describe at how even subconsciously Randy responded to him. He knew he could win the younger man over. It would just take patience. John wanted to place a sweet kiss on Randy's lips but would not go against his friend's wishes and force himself on him. "I'll wait." He whispered as he petted Randy. "I'll wait on you."

Randy mumbled faintly. "Hmm? Wh.." Something in him wanted to panic, yet felt as peace, the touch he felt was one of comfort not malice. His eyes slowly tried to open. "He-hey John." His whispered still feeling half asleep not even fully sure he was real.
"Hey." John whispered back. He stilled his movement on Randy's head.
Randy sighed his eyes trying to drift close again. "Just so tired."
"Just rest." John said as he sat in the chair. Randy mumbled something faintly before he drifted off, he breathing calming. John was glad Randy could get some sleep. He spent the time browsing the Internet, checking his Twitter and Facebook feeds.

It was about an hour later when lunch was brought in for Randy & sat down on the tray table, the person left without saying a word to John to finish their deliveries. John looked at the hospital food on Randy's tray his own stomach growling as he realized how long it had been since he last ate. "Looks okay." He commented, eyeing the grilled cheese sandwich and chicken noodle soup. Randy gave a faint groan his nose crinkling slightly at the smell of the food nearby.

"What's wrong?" John asked, seeing Randy's face. "Not hungry, Dude? You need to eat, Ran."
Randy's eyes slowly opened. "Not sure how I feel man." His voice made him just sound drained. A fine layer of sweat was forming on his forehead.
John looked at Randy in concern. "You want something to drink, Ran? There's a vending machine in the hallway and I see they brought you juice and ice water."

"I'll try the juice." He looked slightly sheepish. "Mi-mind opening it & putting the straw in it for me?"
"Sure. The apple or the orange?" John asked, picking up a straw.
"Apple…maybe easier."
"You got it." John took the small carton of juice and put a straw in it, handing it to his friend.
Randy took it sipping it. "Fuck man...I feel like shit."

John watched Randy with concern. "Sorry, Dude. Let me know if I can do anything to help you."
"I guess this is that...worse before better thing they always talk of...that or I was just so screwed on the drugs Hunter had me on." Randy sighed before trying to drink more of the juice. "God I sound like a pitiful mess."
"Well, that life is over for you now, Man. Try to take it easy." John looked at the steaming soup on the tray. "You need to try to eat a little."

"Maybe a few spoonfuls...will that make you happy mommy?"
John tried to hide his blush at Randy's sarcasm. "Whatever, Man. You don't have to eat." He mumbled. "I was just trying to look out for you."
"I said I would at least try." Randy faintly snapped. He shook his head. "I don't need to be some damned charity case!" He turned his head looking away from John. He fought to hide for years the physical & mental pain he was in, he feared & hated feeling so exposed to the older man. Insults, sarcasm, coldness and anger were his only tools.

John was hurt by Randy's words. They cut much deeper than he cared to admit. "You aren't a charity case." He said, his voice soft to convey his hurt. "You're my friend."
"I still don't see why after ten years I now matter." Some of the anger Randy spewed a moment ago faded away to fear.
"You always mattered, Randy." John looked at Randy. "I just didn't know how to show it. Every time I sought you out to rub in a win...I was secretly hoping you would be so pissed that you would fuck me senseless. In a way it was the only attention I felt I could get from you." John sighed. "Not to sound dramatic but sexual lust was all I'd ever gotten from anyone in the past. I figured something was better than nothing."

"Part of me told me you wanted those events...if you didn't of you would have reported me...plus in subtle ways I knew you enjoyed it...or not so subtle when you would cave & moan. You...you wished more from me though?" Randy finished the juice setting it down watching John.
"Yeah." John admitted, "Even when I couldn't admit it to myself. Something always drew me back to you." He paused a moment. "I saw your coldness, your sex appeal...But a small part always wondered what it would be like to kiss you." His voice lowered to almost a whisper. "And to be...taken with l-love instead of fucked like a whore."
Randy's eyes & head lowered. "I don't even know if that emotion still exists in this body." John was silent a few long moments. The quiet in the room seemed deafening.

"I d-don't care." He said at last. "I'd rather have some part of you...than none of you at all. If all you can offer is your passion and a hard pounding...I'll t-take it."
"You're a down right fool you know that?! You could have almost anyone if you tried...man or woman...what makes me so fucking special!"
John felt his heart clench at Randy's words. He felt his love and feelings had been thrown back in his face. It was the first time he had put himself out there. "N-Never mind, Man. We can just be friends." He blinked back a tear wanting to fall. Randy gave a faint scoff turning his head away from John. He knew WWE's resident 'Superman' couldn't answer him because there was no answer. Nothing about him was special.

"Just go." He closed his eyes to hide the pain in them.
John turned his own face to hide the tears wanting to fall. He had not put himself on the line like that since his first boyfriend in high school. "What did I do?" He choked out. "I said we can only be buddies if anything else is too much. You don't even want to be my friend?"
"Why you want a fucked up loser as a friend? Don't fucking need you!"

John turned his face toward Randy, the tears now visible blurring his eyes. "You aren't a fucked up loser! I told you I've wanted you for years! I want you, damn it! Maybe you don't need me...but maybe I need you. Okay?"
"Why?...WHY!? Why am I so fucking special!" Randy snapped his head towards John. "I wasted so much of my life as that asshole's mercy! I was fucking free!" Randy lowered his head, his voice dropping. "Or so I thought...then I get pulled back into not just his clutches...but also his harpy of a wife...My success an illusion...I am just a waste."
John stood over Randy, his blue eyes full of conviction. "You are not a waste! You-" The next thing John knew he was claiming Randy's lips in a deep kiss, his head spinning as he cupped the back of Randy's head in his hand. So this was how it felt to kiss someone you care about. John felt like he was flying. First reaction Randy had was panic, steel gray eyes widening to the size of baseballs. He hands braced against John to shove him off, but he never pushed, they rested there unsure before his eyes closed & tears began falling from them.

John kissed Randy with passion but gently, his lips conveying the feelings words could not do justice. He did not force his tongue into Randy's mouth rather just licked the Viper's plump lips, savoring the moment. Randy faintly shivered before he turned his head. Tears still fell from his eyes blurring his vision. "What the..." He hoarsely whispered.
"That's how I feel about you, Ran." John whispered his own voice hoarse. "I am falling for you. That's the first kiss I have shared with a guy since I was eighteen years old. Don't insult me by putting yourself down."

John was graced by an odd sight, Randy blushed as John words. "Th-that wa-was my first...hope I am not contagious."
"I'm first? Well, I'm honored, Randy. Please give me a chance." John begged, looking pleadingly at Randy.
Randy lightly nodded. "Yeah...you first...and I gu-guess I can try John...but I am screwed up in the head. How can I not be?"
"I understand, Ran. Let's take it one step at a time." John raised his hands in surrender. "You are in total control of how far we progress. We do nothing that you aren't comfortable doing."
Randy looked back at John with a light nod. "OK Johnny...I-I'll give us a chance."

John's face broke out into a huge blinding grin, his dimples that made women fans swoon popping. "Thanks, Ran. That makes me so happy."
"Good..." Randy looked down a little still unsure what he was feeling.
John sat back in the chair unable to stop smiling. "Now, Ran.. You should eat at least a few bites. You need the energy to heal."
Randy looked back over with a faint nod. "OK John."

John's stomach rumbled. "I guess I need to grab a snack from the vending machine." John chuckled sheepishly.
"I'll promise I will try to eat some of the soup. I can't promise the sandwich if you want it man? " He eyed the grilled cheese.
"If you aren't going to eat it sure."
"Yeah I'm sure." Randy slowly moved to grab the cup holding the soup & the spoon. "Lucky if I can keep this down."
John picked up the sandwich and took a bite. "It's cold but tastes good. I'm hungry as hell."

Randy opened the soup looking. His face showed it didn't look at all appetizing, but he gave his word. He dipped the spoon taking a litter bit. "Yuck. That what I get for stalling, lukewarm at best." He set it down to grab the crackers on the tray, giving a faint hiss of pain as his body shifted.
John looked up with a mouthful of sandwich. "You okay?" He asked in concern.
"Just hurts when I move too much. I could wonder why I didn't feel it before, but I am sure some of it was I was too doped up to care."

"Mrue." John mumbled around a mouthful of food. He felt like he was starving after all the stress they had endured.
Randy finished the few crackers & rested his head back against the pillows. The dietitian stopped in the room seeing John eating, but not Randy. "The food was for you Mr. Orton." He lifted his head looking.
"I know...I...I ju-just don't have much of an appetite right now & would have hated for it to be totally wasted so I offered it to him."
"Well hopefully dinner will be more your liking."
"We can hope."

John swallowed his mouthful of food. "Sorry." He told the dietician sheepishly.
"Sort of used to it." She joked. "But at least try to make sure he eats more of it then you do sir."
"Sorry Ma'am." Randy spoke up. "Just my appetite is not great & the soup reminded me of watered down condensed stuff. Just was...bland."
"Sorry about that Mr. Orton. We just follow our guidelines & you are being given the standard meals for now."
"I understand."

John finished the sandwich and waited for the dietician to leave. "Sorry, Man. You want me to bring you something from the vending machine? A snack?"
"I really don't feel hungry John." Randy sighed closing his eyes. "You going to hide at a nearby hotel?" He almost chuckles. "How does a guy like you hide anywhere?"
"About as well as you can." John returned Randy's slight chuckle. "But yeah, I guess I'll look into a hotel room."
Randy licked his lips as he thought. "Wonder if Vince has any clue."

"I don't know. I need to call him." John rubbed the back of his head. " Kind of awkward it being his daughter and son in law."
"I know...but both his champions mixed up in this? What will this do to the company? What does he want up to do about it?" Randy looked down. "Then the other side of the coin...does he or doesn't he know what they been doing under his nose?"
"True." John sighed. "I guess the talk will have to be done."
"Maybe I should talk to him if we can reach him...I know he will wonder why I didn't report it earlier." Randy closed his eyes with a sigh.
"Okay, tell me when you're ready and I'll try to reach him." John said to Randy. "Take it easy, Man. No rush."
"How is anyone ever ready for a phone call like that?" Randy opened his eyes looking at John. "Not only does it deal with his company...but two members of his family. How can this not cause a rift in the business?"

"I know. An awkward conversation to have." John gave another huge sigh. "How do you tell your boss that his baby girl is an abuser?"
"Maybe the chicken of me...ma-maybe wait a day? What if calling may hinder the police?"
"Sounds good, Ran. Whatever you want." John looked over his Twitter feed to pass the time. "A lot of fan girls are gushing over our feud." He laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
"Shame." Randy tried to reach for the orange juice the dietitian left behind wincing. "Who...who knows what will happen to it now." Randy face oddly betrayed the disappointment of that fact, his mind mulling over everyone he is letting down.

John saw the look on Randy's face. "Hey, don't count us out yet. Let the police do their job, Ran. You were born to wrestle same as me. You have fucking talent."
"Thanks man...but how will there not be repercussions? And I am in the middle of the storm. The only baring you have it you found me in trouble & urged me to get help. Your involvement doesn't even need to come up unless somehow Hunter or Stephanie bring you into it...but you have no part in their illegal actions."

"Well, true but they did offer me a job advancement in return for sexual favors. I want to make sure no other wrestlers get put in that position." John told Randy. "It honestly made me feel so cheap...even if sadly I enjoyed it later." Randy just nodded. John was given the option, who knows what they would of done if he turned them down. He had no such liberty, if he tried to leave it would have cost him his job & who knows what else.

Randy closed his eyes rubbing his head. John reached to rub Randy's head himself. "It's okay. You've been through so much, Ran."
Randy at first jumped feeling someone else touch him his eyes shooting open, then tried to calm down. "So-sorry John."
"It's okay, Babe." John soothed, rubbing Randy's short hair. "Just relax."
Randy tried to calm back down his eyes drifting closed. "Ju-just not used to...loving touches...at-at least not with al-alternative motives." He shuttered at a memory.

"What are you thinking of?" John asked quietly as he felt Randy shudder.
"Ju-just re-remembering how this last time round...wh-when Stephanie got involved. She asked all nice & sweet...wanting to 'sooth' my sore body from the shows...but I would end up being sorer from how they treated me.
John felt a lump form as he thought of how Stephanie had used them both. "She can be a manipulative bitch." He mumbled, touching Randy gently. "She sweet talked me into letting her fuck my ass with a strap on."

Randy nodded "If you wa-want to ask me anything...yo-you can." Randy wasn't sure why he was willing & wanted to open to John suddenly.
"Okay, Man. I don't want to pry but I am curious about a few things."
John sat in the chair again, focusing on Randy. "I don't mean to bring up painful memories...But c-can I ask a few things about what happened to you?"
"Sure John...I am sure I will need to repeat it more then I care to count by the time this is over with." Randy took a deep breath trying to calm himself.

"K-Kane." John was afraid but had to know. "Did he actually fuck you? Or was it just Hunter?"
"Over time...all three. Last night, wa-was just Kane."
John felt sick at the mental images in his head. "When I found you...You were gagged and tied down to the bed. Did you go willingly or did they force you? I know they threatened your job."
Randy closed his eyes turning his head. "Kane came to my locker room after the promo. I was ordered to the suite...I was to be stripped & laying down waiting for them."

John looked at Randy in confusion. "But if you were there waiting willingly...why did they have to restrain you?"
"You think I would willing lay still why they stuck me whatever it was they used & cut into me? I...I should of called it quits a long time ago...but I was just a coward. It seemed they were more interested in torturing me & causing pain than the sexual act. The sex was just another tool to lower me down & feel lower than nothing."
John fought to stay calm. "Was tonight the first time they really hurt you? Was it only sex before?"

"No..." Randy gulped. "Wa-water please."
"Sure, Man." John poured Randy a glass of cold water. "I'm not trying to push you, Ran. You don't have to answer."
Randy opened his eyes before carefully reaching for the water John held. "I am su-sure you will see it in time...you know...if...well..." Randy actually blushed as he tried to drink the water.

John could not believe this blushing Randy was the same Viper that had fucked him into the floor. "What did they do to you, Baby?" John almost whispered.
Randy looked at John puzzled knowing he heard the term that time. Part of him felt odd being called baby, but he knew John didn't mean it as anything mocking...it was oddly comforting. "Sunday...af-after the show...I...I was supposed to be at the hotel...bu-but my...my temper got the better of me...so I was late arriving." Randy closed his eyes, and an arm rested over his mid-section feeling a little queasy.

"Sunday night?" Understanding dawned in John's blue eyes. "The night you fucked me in the locker room. That's why you ran off after."
"Yeah." Randy almost whispered. "Hu-hunter al-already called my phone looking for me."
John's face paled. "And here I kept making jokes about you and Hunter...Fuck, I'm sorry, Babe."
"Yeah you hit the nail on the head without even knowing it. I guess Hunter was expecting you to say yes...because he did something...well had Kane do something...to...to make sure it was...it was known I wa-was his bitch ev-even if he ever tossed me to the side."

John felt sick to his stomach as the words sunk in. "To make known...what the hell did he do?"
"Th-they bu-burned me...so-something on...on my...on my ri-right ass ch-cheek...Hu-Hunter & Ste-Stephanie br-braced my body wh-while Kane di-did it."
John felt like he was going to vomit. "Those bastards." He took a deep breath, fighting tears. "How could those monsters do that to someone? You're not an animal!"

Randy just closed his eyes fighting to take a sip of the water before setting it down. "They did though. Yeah they had hurt me before...you saw the marks on my wrists...bruising to my ass...they were never gentle. Bu-but the last two times were the worse. They were ca-careful to ke-keep any sort of ma-marks to spots th-that would be covered by my gear."
John almost trembled with rage at the thought of Hunter, Kane and Stephanie abusing Randy for so long. "Well, that's all in the past, Babe." John reached to take Randy's hand. "I'm never going to let anyone hurt you ever again...And those bastards will get what's coming to them."

Randy flinched slightly but not as bad. He then shifted his eyes up to John's. "Wh-why you keep ca-calling me that?"
"What...Babe?" John looked surprised Randy had even asked.
"Yeah."
John kissed Randy's hand. "Because I care about you. And I a-always wanted a boyfriend to call my Baby." He paused. "Why? Do you mind?"
"Guess not...ju-just feels...strange."

"I can stop." John offered, his cheeks blushing a little. "If it makes you uncomfortable."
"If it gets too much maybe..it ok for now I guess." Randy admitted.
John nodded. "Okay." They sat in a comfortable silence a few minutes before John broke it. "Ran?"
"Yeah?"

"How bout we see what's on TV?" Randy lightly nodded as John went to go check the TV, finding an action movie. "This might be decent." Randy nodded & tried to relax to watch the TV, the silence was oddly comforting between them. John was only forced from the room when they needed to change the dressings & at the end of the night when visiting hours ended. John was dead tired after visiting hours. He booked a room in a local hotel with two beds in case Randy wanted his own when he was released. He slept deeply despite his worry over Randy.