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Chapter Fourteen

I walk into Randy's room. He's reading a book while Glenn takes a nap in his bed right beside the younger man on his stomach. I don't know if I should let it be or poke fun at them. Just watching them makes me smile though. They really do look cute together and to think Randy gave me hell about bottoming to Glenn.

Randy looks up from his book. "What?"

"Happy now?" I ask as I lean against the door-frame.

The Viper stares at me.

"I put you in the story."

"What story?"

I groan. "Remember? Comforts of the Champ."

"Really?" He chuckles. "I was just messing with you."

"Right. You actually do make a great addition to the story."

He smirks. "Told you so."

"Whatever." I stare at him and cock my head to the side. "What are you reading?"

"One of the Harry Potter books."

I look at the cover. "The Half-Blood Prince."

He nods.

"I enjoyed the book but not the movie. It was missing something."

"I know, right?"

"Okay..." Glenn mumbles. "If you two are going to talk, do it some place else. I'm trying to rest."

"Sorry, love," Randy says as he drops a kiss onto the back of the man's head.

Glenn grunts.

"I'll see ya," I say and close the door.

I make my way to Jeff's room and peek in. He's leaning over Cena and doing something on the Champ's back.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I push the door open.

"I'm drawing," Jeff replies. "Don't you knock?"

"My house." I stare at him for a moment. "I can see that you're drawing, but why?"

"I felt like it."

I quirk my right eyebrow. "Okay."

"What? He has a great back for this."

"If you say so."

"I know so."

I chuckle and look to Cena, who just smiles at me. "Having fun there, canvas?"

"Actually, yeah," John replies. "I like the cold feeling of the paint."

I nodded. "Jeff, is that latex paint?"

"Nope," both men say.

I fold my arms over my chest. "Is...I can't believe I'm asking this, but is that edible paint?"

Jeff smirks and sticks out his tongue.

"I'm leaving." I close the door behind me. "Kinky bastards."

I stand in the hallway and decide to pay Mike a visit. I peek in and regret that decision. Mike is sandwiched between Steve and Mark. All three men are naked. Hands roaming, kisses planting over bare skin, flesh slick with sweat, moans and groans and mewls and grunts...assault my senses. I close the door, eyes wide. I wipe my face, trying to get the image out of my head.

I sigh and go to Matt's room. Again bad decision. Cody rocks back and forth on Ted's lap as he kisses Matt. Again, three naked men. The sight and sounds assault me once more. Man, I can't cut a break. I close the door and stare at the ground.

I'm going to try once more. I go to Punk's room and it's empty. "Huh?"

I stand in the hallway and go to Morrison's room. I look in. At least he and Wade are semi-dressed. I watch Morrison for a bit as he massages Wade's back.

"Having fun?" I ask.

Wade just smirks at me.

"He's enjoying it," Morrison replies.

"That's a good thing."

"What are you up to, Izzy?"

"Having my innocence slowly chipped away."

"What?" both men ask.

"You haven't been innocent since you were—" Morrison began.

"Silence," I command.

Both men snicker.

I roll my eyes. "First, Mike, Mark, and Steve. Then, Matt, Cody, and Ted," I reply.

They have confused looks on their faces.

"Walked in on two threesomes."

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" Morrison asks, causing Wade to chuckle.

"My house."

"Touche," Wade replies.

Morrison slaps his back.

"Don't start," Wade growls.

John bites into his shoulder. The Brit turns over and pulls Morrison in for a kiss.

"Have you seen Punk?" I ask.

"No," both men reply.

"Thanks." I leave them at it and go check on Alex.

He's gone as well as Alberto. I don't care to know where they went off to. At least, I have some peace and quiet. What if they took him along?

I shrug my shoulders and go to my room. I stop short and make a face. Punk is asleep in my bed. I seriously need to get a different bed. I hear the front door open and go to the living room. Alex and Alberto walk in holding hands and lowly talking.

"Have fun?" I ask.

"A blast," Alex replies. "He took me to the movies and lunch."

Alberto winks at me.

"Nice," I say.

Both men make their way downstairs probably to go and have sex.

I go back to my room and just stare at Punk for a long while before crawling into bed.

"I was wondering if you were going to come into bed with me," Punk mumbles.

"What?" I question.

Punk blinks a few times and smiles. He kisses my forehead. "Go to sleep."

I shake my head and stare up at the ceiling. Soon, I fall asleep for a nap.