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~ Chapter 11 – The Stillness before the Storm ~

Removing his hand from John's nether regions, Randy placed his hand on John's abdomen and leaned forward, his lips once again pressing softly against John's. The kiss was different from the ones they shared earlier. This time, it was filled with something much stronger then lust – it was filled with undeniable passion and … was it love? Neither was quite sure about that, but there was no mistaking the sudden feelings that were blossoming between them. There was no mistaking the comfort and familiarity that felt so right to them, despite how early they were in their relationship.

None of it really matter, though, because, right then, it was only them.

"I think I've made my decision …" Randy whispered, his forehead leaning against John's, his eyes closed. "I choose you."

The smile was soft and loving as it crept its way to John's lips, his eyes shining that sapphire blue that Randy was beginning to love more than anything. His hand lifted and gently caressed the side of Randy's face, loving how The Viper instinctively leaned into the touch, needing to feel more from the man in front of him. His heart was pounding against his chest in a way that was both nerve-wracking and exciting all at the same time. John felt as though his life was slowly beginning to make sense, as though he had finally found his purpose and his place in life, and if that purpose was to be with Randy, if that place was by his side … well, quite frankly, John didn't have a bit of a problem with that. There was just something about the man that had him hooked. And deep down, John knew that he would never be the same afterwards. The change was permanent and it would make him whole.

"Really …?" John questioned, needing to hear it one more time, just to be sure he wasn't imagining anything.

John wasn't the only one who was feeling nervous about the whole thing. Randy was just as worried and confused by his sudden feelings for John, but that didn't stop him from smiling, finally realizing how true his words were. Wade made him feel great, but that great was nothing in comparison to how John made him feel. John angered him; he was so annoying, so happy all the time, so not like he was … but that was what Randy absolutely loved about him, that they were so different, yet at the same time, so alike. Nodding his head, Randy leaned in and pressed his lips back against John's, loving how, in that exact second, their lips started moving in perfect unison.

John's tongue snaked out of his mouth and brushed against Orton's lips, seeking entrance, an entrance that Randy immediately obliged to. He opened his mouth and John's tongue grazed over Orton's tongue before running along his gums. Randy moaned into the kiss and sucked on John's tongue before pushing his own in, mirroring John's actions perfectly. Time meant nothing to the two as they ravaged each other's mouths, the only thing on their minds were each other. Randy wrapped an arm around John's neck, pulling him closer, intensifying the kiss as John wrapped an arm around The Viper's waist. Pulling the man closer, John leaned back against the bed, allowing Randy to lie on top of him, his weight inviting and warm, something John was sure he could get used to easily.

Their hands were all over each other, brushing, caressing, groping, feeling, memorizing each distinctive feature to memory. Letting out a soft moan, Randy brushed his growing erection against John's already hard tent, eliciting a sound that could only be described as something along the lines of a moan and a gasp. Smirking to himself, Randy started to kiss down John's neck, his tongue running along the smoothness of The Champ's skin as he grinding himself up against Cena, loving the sounds that he made. They were so sensual and, at the same time, so intoxicating, making Randy's head swim and a heat to rush between his legs.

"God, you're driving me insane …" John breathed out, his eyes rolling shut. Everything Randy was doing was feeling so right.

Randy only moaned in response as he continued to rub against John, his kisses slowly moving lower and lower, his hands traveling over ever surface. As one hand wrapped around John's neck, the other traveled downward until it was hovering over his clothed dick. Moaning, John raised his hips, needing to feel more of The Viper. Smirking, Randy reached down and started working on the zipper and button of Cena's jeans, his anticipation astounding. After quickly getting rid of John's jeans, Randy, in turn, undid the button and zipper of his own jeans, pulling them down and casting them to the side. Before John could even move, Randy was back on top of him again, his hand immediately seizing Cena's rock hard dick, moving up and down.

"Jesus, Randy …" Moaning, John dropped his head back, which hit the pillow beneath him. His arm was wrapped around Randy's torso, holding him close, trying to keep his breathing going as Randy's lips worked their way from nipple to nipple, his tongue swirling around, making each hard nubs before his lips continued downward. "Driving me … fucking crazy …"

"You like it, though," Randy replied, his tongue snaking out and eddying around and inside John's belly button, making the man tense. His chest was rising and falling with each shaky breath he took. "Don't you, J?"

"God, yes," John's hold on Orton tightened as Randy's fingers brushed ever so lightly against his rock hard dick.

His hand working over John's impressive sized cock, Randy's lips worked their way back up Cena's body, loving the taste of his skin. It was a taste that was purely John – no other scent or flavour could ever taste as sweet and masculine. After working his way up John's neck, Randy pulled back some and looked down at his lover … lover … it was something he never thought he'd call John Cena, but there they were, lying in bed together, Randy pumping John's cock like nothing else. It would take some getting used to, actually calling John his lover, but Randy thought that it wouldn't take long. He was already feeling perfectly comfortable with the man; it wouldn't take long before it became a casual thing. Looking down at his lover, Randy couldn't help but smile at the sight before him – John's paler body shiny with perspiration, his sapphire eyes darkened due to his lust, his face flush.

Wrapping an arm around Randy's neck, John pulled The Viper down to him, their lips slamming together in a heated kiss. Orton had smiled into the kiss, his free hand coming to lie on John's abdomen. His tongue sliding across Cena's lips, Randy opened his mouth and granted access. Just as John's tongue slipped into his mouth, his hand reached out and wrapped around Randy's own hard length, loving the gasp that came soon after.

Opening his eyes, Randy stared into John's eyes as they feverishly began pumping each other like there was no tomorrow, both dead set on giving each other as much pleasure as humanly possible. As they stroked, their eyes remained trained on each other, no matter how much they wanted to squeeze their eyes shut and give into the pleasure, John and Randy tried their best to hang on until they couldn't any longer. Frosty blue orbs and sapphire never strayed. Only when John could feel himself coming to his climax did his eyes roll shut, his dick tensing and trembling some before he released white tendrils of cum, coating Randy's hand. It didn't take long until Orton gave in, either. Leaning in, John put his hand under Randy's chin and pulled him closer, their lips working together perfectly until Randy moaned into the kiss. A few seconds later, The Viper groaned in pure pleasure as he shot his load into John's hand.

"I … I could definitely get used to this," John said, flashing that beautiful dimpled smile that sent Randy's heart fluttering.

Shaking his head, a smile crossing his own lips, Randy nodded his head. "Yeah, I think I can, too."

After accepting John's offering hand, the two got off the bed and made their way into the bathroom, intent on taking a quick shower before coming back to bed. Nothing was said while they were standing under the hot sprays. Both were completely comfortable with the silence that was between them. When they got out, John and Randy both got dressed and made their way to the bed, their backs leaning against the headboard while they turned on the television, turning the volume down low so they could talk. John learned a lot of things about Randy and vice versa. For instance, John learned that Randy adored the Food Network channel, that his favourite show – besides the obvious – was 'Chopped'. In addition to his sports shows, Randy found out that John loved Animal Planet, that he enjoyed watching animals react in their own environment. He found it entirely fascinating. Randy's favourite colour was red and light blue – Randy went into great detail about how he convinced Vince McMahon to allow the flashing blue light when he walked down the ramp – and his favourite holiday was Christmas, because he loved to bake cookies and put up the tree. That, of course, got a huge laugh out of John, but when he confessed his favourite holiday – which was Halloween, because he loved dressing up and handing out candy to the little kids – it was Randy's turn to laugh. After the favourite shows and holidays were out of the way, they talked about their families. John went into great detail about the adventures he had with his three brothers, how they would drive their father absolutely insane with their behaviour at times. He talked about his niece, Shelby, that his brother had less than a year ago, how he was so excited to see her, how she immediately smiled and wrapped her tiny hand around his finger the first time John got to hold her. It was a magical moment for him and, when John finally looked up from explaining, his eyes finding Randy's, he couldn't help but blush at the soft smile on Randy's face. While Randy didn't have anything that was as precious as John's memories, The Viper did speak about how little he was able to see his family and how happy they all were when they were finally able to hang out on those rare days. John smiled and listened with rapt attention.

Their talk then drifted towards movies. How they got on Disney movies, neither knew, but the argument that ensued between the two was both amusing and frustrating all at the same time. Randy was convinced that Hercules was the best movie that was ever made while John was sure as hell that Aladdin did so much better than Hercules ever did. Both went into great detail about how their movie was better than the other and, in the end, both decided to just end on a stalemate, but not before Randy said – which, in John's mind, was adorable and so completely cheesy – with a blush that John was his Hercules. Only after that was said did Randy start laughing at his own absurdity and cover his eyes with his hand, too embarrassed to see the look on John's face. John was laughing, of course, but it was a good laugh. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Randy's in a quick, but loving kiss. John's next words sent an all-out wrestling match right there on the bed, all because John said 'And you are my Jasmine'. John wound up on top of Randy and, inevitably, round two started up again, their lips clashing, their bodies swaying together.

By the time they had showered once more and got dressed, it was time to head to the arena for another house show. In the back of their minds, both John and Randy were anxious about what would happen that night, about what Wade Barrett might do once he found out that Randy had chosen John instead of him, but for some reason, both just didn't seem to care … not at that moment. They were having too much fun to let Wade Barrett ruin their afternoon.

The drive was nice and relaxing … for John, anyway. By the time they pulled into the parking garage and unloaded their belongings, Randy swore that he would never get into a moving vehicle with John behind the wheel ever again. Another argument about who would be driving back to the hotel ensued as they made their way into the arena and to John's locker room. Both agreed before they left that they might as well share a locker room, so they wouldn't have to search high and low for each other when it was time to leave after the house show was over, that and they just didn't want to be apart. Walking down the hallways, both kept the conversation light … light for them anyway. John would always say something funny that would cause Randy to laugh while Randy through in the sarcastic quips that eventually caused John to push Randy against the wall and – after making sure that no one was around to see – leaned in, pressing his lips against Orton's in a very heated kiss, one that left both lightheaded.

Fifteen minutes later, John and Randy were dressed and ready for their night ahead. Both were sitting on the leather couch just wasting time. Sometimes they would say something, comment on how each locker room they went into looked about the same, how the couch was quite cozy, how delicious Randy's thighs looked – a comment that made Randy laugh before resting himself against John's side. Other than the occasional comments, the silence between The Champ and The Viper was a comfortable one.

"Who are you wrestling tonight?" Randy asked, finally breaking the silence that was between them. He didn't mind the silence, but Randy had a feeling that, with how he was resting against John, how John's arm was wrapped protectively around him, he had a feeling that he could easily fall asleep in that position very quickly.

"I've got a match against The Miz. It shouldn't take me too terribly long to kick his ass," John replied, looking down at Randy, smiling softy when he saw Randy's eyes close before snapping back open, blinking rapidly in an attempt to stay awake. "Are you tired?"

"Yeah, I woke up around six this morning. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I just got up and took a shower."

"I woke up around eight. Were you in the shower for two hours?" John asked, raising an eyebrow.

At that, Randy laughed softly before looking up at Cena, a smirk playing at his lips. "I was trying to get your big ass in the bed for the better part of the hour."

"Oh, you ass," John growled playfully, pushing Randy down on the couch. He quickly climbed on top of him, wrapping his thick fingers around Randy's wrists, pinning them above his head. Randy gave a half-hearted fight, but gave in and didn't struggle when John had him pinned down on the couch. Instead, he stared up at John with a lustful smirk plastered across his face. "What are you doing to me? You're driving me absolutely insane."

"I hope that's a good kind of insane," Randy mused, cocking his head to the side as he stared up at John.

"Yeah … it's a very good kind of insane."

Leaning down, John softly kissed Randy on the lips, hoping to show The Viper just how much he was slowly starting to mean to Cena. Randy got it, too, because when John was pulling away, Orton lifted his head off the cushion, keeping their lips together. Their lips worked in perfect unison, their tongues brushing against each other, their dicks slowly spurring to live …

Knock, knock.

Groaning, Randy dropped his head back down on the cushion while John sighed impatiently, not at all enthralled with the interruption. Clearing his throat – but not at all moving from his position on top of Randy – John turned to the door.

"What?" He called out.

"You're up, Cena," The voice responded before they heard the footsteps fading away from the door.

Sighing once more, Cena turned to look back down at Randy, who stared back. He was up, but for the life of him, he didn't want to go. For the first time in almost ten years as a professional wrestler, something was suddenly more important that his life-long dream.

"Can we continue this when you get back?" Randy finally asked.

"Yeah, you don't have much of a choice on that matter," John said, winking as Randy laughed.

"I doubt I'd put up much of a fight."

"I'll see you in a bit then."

Giving another smile, Randy nodded his head, his body immediately shivering when John let him go, crawling off of him. He watched as Cena walked toward the door, grabbing his You Can't See Me hat on the way. Opening the door, John walked out of the locker room and headed down the hallway, but not before taking one last look over his shoulder at The Viper. He gave a small smile before closing the door. When John was out of sight, Randy sighed and slumped down on the couch. He thought back to what they had done earlier that day, what they did the previous night. He thought about the time spent together, the intimate moments that definitely meant something to the both of them. It had been an amazing day – one of the best in a long while, for Randy. He couldn't wait for the night ahead. There was one thing, however, that wasn't letting him go forward, and that one thing was Wade Barrett. A part of Randy felt bad for egging the man on. No matter what he felt about Cena, Randy couldn't deny that Wade was also a lot of fun to be around. He was sweet and kind and he really did make Randy feel special when they were together. He just wasn't John.

Standing up, Randy quickly made his way across the room and out the door, heading towards The Corre locker room. Whether Randy wanted to or not, he needed to end things with Wade Barrett. He wasn't going to drag him along when he was one hundred percent sure he wanted to fully explore the feelings that were starting to develop with John. Of course, Wade might be pissed off or heartbroken, and Randy would feel really bad about it, but when it came right down to it, he had to please himself before he could anyone else, and Randy was a firm believer in that. Turning the corner, Randy made his way down a secluded hallway that wasn't used all that much. Why The Corre's locker room was down there, Randy had no clue, but in a way, he was glad. He didn't want to break things off with Wade when there was a possibility that some gossiper was around to start spreading shit that wasn't really happening. With that in mind, Randy reached the door with The Corre's logo and raised his fist, knocking three times before taking a step back, and waiting.

After a bit of shuffling, the door opened and there stood Wade Barrett. At first, he had an annoyed expression on his face, but upon seeing Randy, that expression quickly shifted to surprise.

"Randy, I …" Wade started, but stopped when he saw the look on Randy's face. His eyes narrowed some in suspicion, unsure of what that look meant, but not at all liking it or the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "What's wrong?"

"I, uh … I have to tell you something, Wade," Randy answered shifting from foot to foot, hating that he was feeling so nervous. Why was he feeling nervous? Wade was a nice guy. He would understand. Sure, it would suck on his part and all, but he would understand … right?

"Alright," Wade answered slowly, nodding his head. "What is it?"

Closing his eyes, Randy took a deep breath, bracing himself for an onslaught of harsh words and screaming. "I spent the night with John Cena."

When Orton opened his eyes, he expected to see the Englishman's jade eyes glaring him down, hell, he even expected getting punched in the face for what he had just said, but to his surprise, none of those things happened. Instead, Wade just stared at Randy with an expressionless face, his eyes refusing to allow what he was truly feeling from shining through. Barrett just stared, doing everything in his power to keep his entire stance neutral and blank even though he wanted to do so many things to John Cena for stepping over the line, once again.

Wade's silence – no matter how eerie it felt – was taken as an invitation to Orton. He took a step closer and explained everything that had happened that day, how he felt, what it was like with John. It went on for about ten minutes, Randy practically laying everything out on the table for Wade, while the man just stared at Orton. But when he finally stopped speaking, Wade slowly shook his head, his gaze moving to rest on the floor.

"You didn't even give us a chance."

"I'm sorry, Wade. I really and truly am. I just … this thing with John … it feels more right, more logical to me," Randy answered, his heart truly hurting for what he was doing. People thought of him as cold and malicious, but he wasn't that at all. He did have feelings and he was feeling horrible for putting Wade through it all. "I'm sorry, but we're over. I just can't drag you along when I just don't feel that way for you anymore."

To that, the Englishman didn't say a word. Only then did he allow his true feelings to show, his dark green eyes glaring The Viper down in a heated stare. He was so angry, so unbelievably pissed off, he felt like he would punch a brick wall and not feel it. The blood was coursing so fiercely, the veins in his neck were bulging. Wade said absolutely nothing, though. He just stared at Randy, whose gaze dropped, looking both nervous and uncomfortable. He turned to leave after muttering another apology. Wade didn't stop him until he was at least halfway down the hallway, his words sending chills straight through Randy's body.

"It's not over," Wade said, his voice threatening and full of so much anger. "You hear me! IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL I SAY IT'S OVER!"