Complicated
AN – Holy GOD! I'm terribly sorry! I should have written that I WAS on HIATUS. But now, I'm back and I will try to upload a chapter ever week. ( Can't guarantee anything). Please enjoy this chapter inspired by Avril Lavigne – Complicated. Read and well, uh review. And yes, I will continue with POV's. Why? Because I like it that way.
Randy's POV .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.
My reaction: Utter shock. My eyes were locked on soundly sleeping, naked John. He turned and hugged me in sleep around my waist. Only then I've noticed that I'm naked too and he's too damn close.
I released myself from his bear hug and moved to my half of blanket was carelessly thrown on the floor. I wrapped it around my waist. At least it'll cover me.
My head immediatelly began to spin when I stood up. But what hurt me the most was surprisingly my back. The pain was so imense that I lost my balance and fell on the bed.
The impact woke John up. He opened his blue eyes and saw me, holding my back and moaning like crazy. His expression changed rapidly.
" Randy…" John reached for me. I slapped his hand.
" Don't fucking touch me! "
His expression changed, again. Now it was blank. He wrapped his blanked around himself and stood up as well. " You don't…. remember? "
I held my head. Damn, I feel like I have a huge hangover. " What happened?"
He didn't answer me right away. John sat on the edge of the king sized bed. " You don't remeber that we made unbelievable love yesterday and you were very willing ? "
My eyes widened double their size. I was frozen at the spot. No. Shit. It cannot be! But I have all the symptoms of „doin' it".
" Was I drunk? " He nodded. " You jerk! You got me drunk for a reason! " He nodded again. I pointed at him.
" See ? You're not even denying it!" Rage was running through my body.
" Get out. Get out! Get out of my sight!" John slowly stood up, his face sad. " Randy…"
"GET OUT! JUST GO!"
He approached the door, looked at me and exited the room. My body felt limp. I literally threw myself on the bed, sobbing into the pillows. " How could you… just when I started to trust you…" Then I realized that I'm crying. ME. Randy Orton.
Crying like a whiny little girlie.
Dear God.
My hands wiped that apparent sign of weakness called tears away. I slapped my face. Man up, Randy! You're not some freaky homo.
Errrrrr… Am I ?
My self talk was interrupted by the door opening. I knew who it was. After all, it IS OUR ROOM.
John didn't look at me. " Rest assured. I'm only going to get dressed properly."
I put my head under pillow.
I'm not gonna cry in front of him.
I'm not gonna cry now.
…..
….
…
What do I do now ?
After he probably said the truth and I… uh, did it.
No, this situacion is getting out of control. I have to try and somehow talk it out with him. Man, I should have done that from the very beginning! I'm such an idiot!
I put the pillow away and stratched my body. Immediate pain shoot down my back.
I've never felt this kind of pain. Ever.
So, it must be true. My eyes hardly focused on the person ahead. John was fully dressed and was heading for the bathroom.
I got up. " Wait."
He stopped, but he didn't turn. I knew that I was almost naked, wrapped in blanket. But who cares if he sees me like God made me? I mean, he saw me yesterday. It's too late to think about such petty things.
" We seriously need to talk." John stayed silent. I walked towards him. " I want to see your face."
….
He didn't obey me. I tried to be as nasty as possible. " Come on, Johnny. Are you afraid of what I might say ? "
… Silence.
My hands reached for him and I shook with him. " Answer me!"
" I am. I am scared of that thought. I love you more than my life. How can I not be afraid of losing you? You're the most precious person that I have met. " John's voice sounded sad and scared. It made me reconsider. What if !...
I cleared my throat. " You can relax. I'm not mad at you. It just…hapenned."
John rapidly turned and he hugged me tightly. Then, he noticed that I'm only wrapped around by blanket. He blushed and threw me his shirt.
" Um, thanks."
He went to bathroom and I spotted my suitcase. I ran to it and opened it up and I looked for my Viper T-shirt and light blue jeans. I pulled them out together with clean boxers. Then I took that all and went after John to bathroom.
He was in the shower. His silhouette draw a big shadow, water is probably running down his relaxed body…
* SLAP! *
I slapped my face. Snap out of it! Don't think about such kinky stuff. I'm not attracted to him. Not even a little bit.
Then I had this sudden realization.
Or am I ?
Water stopped. " Is it you, Randy?" John asked in the shower.
" Nope, my twin." I teased him. " Wait a sec. I'm going to get a shower ,too. "
I pulled the curtain aside, threw the blanket on the ground and got in the bathtub, making an eye contact.
There were two facts that I was aware of in that moment:
We're alone in the bathtub.
We're both naked.
I gulped as I was eyeing his body. I imagined that I ran my fingers down his muscles, oh, right down and down…
And those lips, he kissed me with them so tenderly. My need for him was raging a firestorm in my blood. I leaned closer and I kissed him.
At first, John was stunned.It suddenly got so hot…. Ahh, I can't hold back…
John began to kiss me back and soon after our tongues fought for dominance. He won the battle and once again, I was the receiver.
And I didn't care. In fact, I liked it. We pulled away after a while.
Damn that need for air.
I put my fingers on his lips.
" I- I give one more chance. I really trust you. John, don't you ever again betray my trust, because I won't forgive you. Never."
John stared at me. Then he remebered he can speak.
" I won't do it. I want you to love me back and I won't betray you no matter what happens. You are mine and I'm yours. For the rest of our lives. That's a promise."
He kissed my hands and he went out of the tub and began to dry himself up with a towel. " See you at the breakfast." I nodded and turned the hot water on. This is my moment to relax both my mind and body.
John was really fast with drying up. He left me alone. Probably so I have more feeling of privacy, I guess. I sighed and massaged my aching back.
I wonder if my decision was… correct.
AN- I know, crappy. But hey, I tried my best. I have limited time to write this stuff, plus I have troubles in school and my so called friend is telling lies all around people about me.
So have mercy on my tormented soul.
Review at least. Positive feedback would be highly welcomed.
