Secrets

I stared at the television, the beer in my hand long forgotten. I was watching Raw, which was something I hadn't done in awhile. Ever since I had torn my Achillies tendon, it had been really hard for me to sit back and watch the shows because it made me miss being out there. But tonight I decided to give it a shot. Every time John got injured, he watched all the shows and used it as a way to help motivate him to work harder and come back sooner. I had never really tested that theory on myself but I figured I could do it tonight.

All in all it was good...Bret Hart coming back was going to prove to be interesting, both on and off screen. I was disappointed that John hadn't won the title back from Sheamus, but it was more for my own personal reasons than any professional one. When John was champ, he would fuck me with the title belt on. It was pretty fucking hot. But now that he wasn't champ, we couldn't do that anymore.

Yeah, keep thinking with your dick, the voice in my head told me. Because that's done you a whole lot of good in the past. It's because of your damn dick that you're in the mess you're in now.

I sighed. Mine and John's anniversary was in a couple of weeks. We had hooked up not long after the New Years Revolution pay per view in 2006. It hadn't really been planned by either of us. He was still getting over his failed relationship with Jericho (which had come to a not so pretty end after Chris had left the company and Adam was just rebuilding his reputation after the whole mess with Amy and Matt. We had met up at a bar and started having a few drinks. By the end of the night, I was underneath him, writhing and screaming his name over and over again. The next morning we both tried to write it off as a one time thing, but that didn't really work out. I ended up having sex with him again just two nights later and that was when John decided we should try to see if something serious could come from what we were doing. I thought I had nothing to loose so I went along with it. We had been together ever since.

John was everything I could ever ask for in a guy. He was sweet, charming, nice and he treated me better than any other guy I had ever been with before. Everyone thought we had the perfect relationship. But there was a lot of stuff they didn't know about. And no, John was not secretly doing me wrong in any way. I was the bad guy in our relationship. Not that he knew it of course. I was too afraid to lose him to ever get the guts and tell him the secret I had kept for so long.

I was secretly fucking his best friend, who was none other than Randy fucking Orton.

Like my relationship with John, my relationship with Randy hadn't been planned. When I had hooked up with John, if we weren't alone together, we were with Randy. And forming Rated RKO with him caused us to spend even more time together. Randy would always say something perverted or flirty around me and since I just thought he was kidding, I played along and said that kind of stuff right back to him. It didn't bother John because Randy did that to everyone. Hell, the two of them sometimes did it to each other. What neither John and I realized though was that Randy really felt attracted to me, and all my flirting made him think that I felt the same way too.

The first time I realized his feelings were for real was during the Royal Rumble in 2007. John was out wrestling his Last Man Standing match against Umaga. Randy had come into my locker room and kissed me. It had taken me completely by surprise, but I did throw him out. I didn't give in right away. But I also didn't tell John. In retrospect, I really should have. I should have told him and made sure he knew what Randy was doing. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. John and Randy were best friends. I didn't want to ruin that by opening my mouth. I thought I could handle it all on my own and John wouldn't have to be any the wiser.

After the kiss, Randy kept his distance for a couple of months. Sure he called or sent me texts sometimes, but he kept himself from getting too close. But not long after Wrestlemania, he cornered me and kissed me again. Unfortunately, I kissed him back. I didn't mean to. I really didn't. I just couldn't help myself. Randy's lips tricked me into it. Once I kissed him back, he couldn't stop himself from coming after me again. He said we had a connection and that I couldn't deny that. He cornered me whenever he could and kept kissing me. For some strange reason, I still didn't tell John at this point. I couldn't come up with a good reason as to why I didn't. Part of me was afraid of what he would do to Randy when he found out. And another part of me was afraid that he would leave me because I was secretly starting to enjoy my make-out sessions with Randy.

When I got injured in July of that year, Randy came to my house whenever he could and we had sex. I felt awful for betraying John, but it wasn't enough to make me confess to John. In a way, I wanted them both. John was the perfect boyfriend and Randy was the perfect bad boy. Randy was a lot darker than John was, and it kept me on my toes. When John got injured himself though, and we got to spend a lot of alone time together before I came back at Survivor Series, I became absolutely convinced that I should end things with Randy as soon as I could. So that's the first thing I tried to do after the show that night. I tried to end it once and for all.

That break-up lasted three days. Randy managed to slither back in my life though and I let him do it. I couldn't resist him for very long and the fact that I really didn't want to made it that much harder. By that time, Randy was in love with me. And despite myself, I was definitely in lust with him.

So from then on out, I established an unhealthy pattern. I kept up my relationship with John, loving him and setting up this great life that involved the both of us moving into a house in Boston. He never suspected a thing as far as I knew. It wasn't like I gave him a lot of signs though. I acted like my usual loving and horny self, so he couldn't say I was acting different. But whenever I could, I was either fucking around with Randy, or fighting with Randy because I wanted to end things for good. It was a never ending cycle with us. I would crave Randy and we would fuck around behind John's back for weeks or even months at a time. But then my conscience would rear its ugly head and it would remind me how much John loved me and how it would kill him to find out about all this. And me, still loving John to death, would break things off with Randy. Randy would plead and beg me not to, and sometimes he tried to physically convince me to stay with him. Sometimes I gave in right away, other times the break-ups would last for a little while. The longest one we went through was three months. But sooner or later, Randy came back to me. He couldn't leave me alone. And I was never strong enough to resist him for very long.

After watching John beat Sheamus by disqualification, I shut the television off. I didn't know what to do anymore. I couldn't keep seeing the both John and Randy. I had to make a choice. But who was I going to choose? My first instinct said John. John was my rock. He took care of me. But Randy, when he wasn't driving me absolutely insane, lit a fire deep down within me that John just couldn't touch. It was security and stability versus insanity and passion...damn it, my life was way too complicated for my own good.

Deciding that I needed to clear my head, I got up and got in the shower. When I got out, the phone was ringing and I just barely got to it before it stopped. "Hello?"

"Hey honey. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No, I was just in the shower," I explained. "I watched Raw tonight. You looked so hot out there."

"You really watched?" John sounded surprised. "I thought that watching it when you couldn't compete depressed you."

"Yeah but I wanted to see you. I've missed you." I began drying myself off as best as I could with my one free hand.

"I know you have baby. That's why I went to Vince and convinced him to give me the rest of the week off."

I blinked. John never did that. John was fucking addicted to the job half the time. "Are you serious?"

"Yup. I'll be there tomorrow morning if my flight goes okay or tomorrow afternoon if I have to drive there."

"Do you want me to pick you up from the airport--"

"No, don't do that honey. You just sleep and dream about all the things I'm going to do to you when I get home."

I chuckled. "If I dream about that, I might have to go to the airport myself and make you fuck me right there in front of everyone."

Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew John was blushing at the thought of that. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked.

"Play with me when you get here?" I suggested eagerly.

"Oh yeah. I'll definitely do that."

We talked for a few more minutes after that and then he had to go so he could try to get a flight back home. Extremely happy now, I slipped on a pair of boxers and was about to go pick out a movie to watch when my phone againg. I answered it thinking it was John. "Hello?"

"I need to see you," Randy said immediately. "I'm going crazy without you. Adam--"

"Randy don't," I begged, interrupting him before he got too far. "Come on, we've talked about this."

Randy sighed. "Please Adam, don't do this to me. I need you. I can't sleep at night. You're all I think about anymore. Let me come to your place--"

"You can't. Vince gave John the week off and he's spending it here with me." I laid down on the couch, really wishing Randy had fallen in love with someone else. It would have made my life a hell of a lot easier. "Besides, you're dating Ted now. I thought that was working out for you."

"It would if Ted were you." Randy's voice was changing and I should have hung up right then and there. I knew it didn't mean anything good. But I stayed on the line like an idiot. "He doesn't smell the way you do...he doesn't kiss like you and he certainly doesn't suck my dick the way you do..."

"Randy are you fucking jacking off right now?" I asked.

"I can see you on your knees right now Adam," he said huskily. He was definitely jacking off at the moment. "You're on your knees just sucking away...oh God, your mouth is so nice and hot Adam. It's almost as nice as your ass."

"Randy stop," I pleaded, my cock stirring inside of my boxers. I needed to hang up the phone. He was going to get me with this shit if I wasn't careful. "You can't--"

"That ass...damn it Adam, do you have any idea what you do to me?" Randy sounded like he was having trouble controling his breathing now. "If you were here right now I would throw you down on the bed and fuck you until you screamed. No lube...you don't need lube when it's me. You fucking live it when I bleed you. You beg so hard for it each and every time we're together."

Damn it, now I was hard as a fucking rock. Despite my brain telling me to hang the fuck up, I found my hand reaching down in my boxers and grabbing my dripping cock instead. "Randy please..."

"Yeah, beg for it," Randy ordered. "Beg for me to fuck you so hard that you forget your own name. Beg for me to make you my slut."

I moaned and began thrusting into my hand as hard as I could. My boxers were sliding lower and lower down my body; they were almost wrapped around my ankles now. Randy was the best dirty at talking dirty. John was okay when he made the effort, but he didn't say the nasty things that Randy did. "Randy...oh shit..."

"Stroke yourself as hard as you can," he ordered. "Imagine that its me doing it to you. Think of me plunging in and out of you....my hand's stroking you...you're going to cum and you're going to do it now. Aren't you Adam?"

I moaned wildly and spilled my release all over my hand. I could hear Randy gasping and moaning my name and I knew he had cum too.

"Well...I guess that will have to do," Randy said when he regained his breath. He sounded disappointed. "I guess I'll see you around Adam."

I hung up and sighed. The fun with Randy just refused to end. It just kept going on and on and on....

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I somehow managed to fall asleep despite my confused feelings about John and Randy. I was woken up in the wee hours of the morning though by John slipping into bed with me. "You're here already?" I said sleepily.

"Yeah," he replied. He wrapped his arms around me. "I would have been here sooner, but the first flight to Boston was already done boarding and they wouldn't let me on it. I almost busted on there anyway, but I figured you would appreciate not having to pick me up from jail."

I nodded. "You figured right. You know me so well." I kissed him and he was all too happy to return it. It was just sinking in that we had a whole week to do nothing but this if we wanted to. Quickly pushing the whole phone sex with Randy thing into the back of my mind, I pulled John on top of me. "Fuck me," I whispered. I thrusted my groin upwards, rubbing it against his. "Do it now."

John grinned and kissed me again. His lips dueled with mine before moving down to kiss my neck and collarbone. His fingers were circling around the crotch of my boxers, teasing me and making my cock twitch to life. He kissed his way down to my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples until they were hard nubs. Then he bit down on them just hard enough for me to whimper. "John..." I tried to take my boxers off but he stopped me. "John come on..."

He chuckled as he kissed my stomach. His hands were very slowly starting to remove my boxers. I tried to help the process along by attempting to shimmy out of them, but my plan was quickly ruined by him holding down my hips. "None of that now," he scolded. "There's no need to rush."

"But I want you," I whined. My cock was becoming harder and harder each and every second. "I want you so bad."

John grinned and kissed my inner thighs. The next thing he kissed was the tip of the head of my cock. I bit my lip, wanting to thrust into his mouth all at once but not able to because of him holding my hips down. He looked up at me and winked before very slowly taking every inch of my dick into his mouth. I let out a moan as I grabbed the sheets and twisted them tightly. John had an amazing mouth on him. He really did. "Oh God...yessss..."

John sucked as his tongue zig zagged all along the underside of my cock. Getting lost in the pleasure, I regained control of myself long enough to grab the lube off the dresser that was by the bed. Without saying a word, I handed it down to John. He took it and popped the lid up. I watched him drizzle a decent amount on to his fingers. "Oh fuck," I moaned, arching my back as he slowly inserted one of his lubed fingers inside of me. He moved it inside me slowly for a minute before adding a second one. He began scissoring his fingers apart while he kept sucking me. My body jolted suddenly as his fingers brushed my prostate. "If you do that again I'm gonna cum," I warned him.

His response to that was to do it again. I moaned his name loudly as I came, shooting my load deep inside his throat. He swallowed every drop of it before removing his mouth and continuing to stretch me with his fingers. Despite just having an orgasm, I found myself getting hard all over again from his fingering. "John please, no more teasing," I begged. "Just fuck me already."

John removed his fingers before positioning himself above me. His lips captured mine for another kiss as he slid inside me. "That better baby?" he asked as he began to move inside of me.

I nodded. Things were always better with his cock inside me. I moved my hips with his thrusts, getting even more stimulation. The only sound that could be heard besides from our moans was skin slapping against skin. Our sweat soaked bodies were inseperable and I found my head spinning as I rapidly approached my second orgasm. "John I'm gonna....oh fuck! Right there! Right there oh God!" I nearly scream as I came, my semen mixing against the sweat on his abs. My body went limp and his own orgasm followed not long after mine.

John gasped for breath as he pulled out and rolled over so he was laying next to me. "I love you," he said quietly.

"I love you too," I replied. I snuggled up next to him and closed my eyes. "Night night?"

"Night."

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John's little vacation was just a complete blur. We stayed in the house for most of it, just watching TV and making love whenever the mood hit us. The only time we left the house was to go to the physical therapy for my ankle, go to the grocery store or go eat at a place that didn't deliever their food. I enjoyed every second of having John around, but there were times that my mind drifted towards Randy. Sometimes I thought about fucking him again, but other times I was worried about him. As infuriating as he was because he wouldn't take no for an answer, he was still John's friend. Hell, he was still my friend (some of the time anyway). I didn't want him hurt by all this. Of course I was probably hurting him by fucking him and then keeping it at that but well...he started it! (not the most mature argument, but still, he did start this).

On the last day of John's vacation, we went out and messed around in the snow. Things had almost turned sexual out there, but then the neighbors came and saw us. "I don't see why we couldn't stay out there," I said as we came into the house. "It's our yard. We can have sex there all we want."

"The little kids were watching us though," John pointed out. He took off his coat and threw it over a chair. His face was red from the cold. "And I don't think Mrs. Bunten wanted to explain to Jimmy what we were doing."

I smirked. I really didn't care what Mrs. Bunten wanted to do. She was an old prude who complained about me walking around in my own backyard naked. Honestly, who the fuck cared? It was my backyard! If I wanted to walk around nude outside in my yeard, then I damn well would. "We should have just fucked to spite her. That would show that frigid bitch."

John chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. "You are so damn naughty sometimes. Do you know that?"

I nodded. "Uh huh. And what do you think you should about that?" I began kissing his neck, hoping I could get some kitchen table sex.

"Well...I was thinking about giving you a spanking but there's something else that I want to give you first." He slipped out of my grip. "Wait here." He went into the other room and came back a moment later with a small blue box. To my complete shock and surprise, he dropped down to one knee in front of me.

"Oh my God, are you serious right now?" I asked. I seriously almost felt like I was going to faint.

He nodded. "I am." He opened the box to reveal an engagement ring. "Adam, will you marry me?"

I just looked back and forth between him and the ring for a very long moment. I was absolutely floored. I honestly hadn't expected him to propose. "Yes," I finally managed to say. I nodded with that answer just in case he didn't hear me (my voice seriously just about left me at that moment...that was how shocked I was).

John smiled and quickly slipped the ring on to my finger. As soon as it was all the way on, I pulled him up to his feet and kissed him. Oh yeah, this was definitely the best thing he ever had given me (not counting the orgasms of course).

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I dropped John off at the airport the next morning. He had to shoot a vignette that would air during Raw and then he had to do some sort of publicity thing for the company. I made sure to keep him with me as long as possible before letting him go and going home. When I did get back to the house, Randy was at the front door, looking like he was about to break in. "Oh son of a bitch," I muttered as I pulled up into the driveway. "This isn't going to end well."

Randy turned around just as I got out of the car. "Hey," he said, trying to sound casual. "Um...I know I should have called, but uh...I just couldn't wait."

I walked towards him shaking my head. "What are you doing here? You're on Raw tonight you know. Vince is going to skin you alive if you miss the show."

"I don't care. I just need to talk to you."

I sighed. Well he was right about that at least. We definitely needed to talk. "Okay," I said. "Let's go inside." I unlocked the front door and let him go in first. I closed the door behind us and we went into the kitchen. "So what in the hell possessed you to come all the way here?" I asked.

"I had to see you," he confessed. "I can't do this anymore Adam. I can't watch you be with John anymore. It's driven me absolutely insane all these years and I can't stand it anymore."

"So you want to break up for good?" I asked hopefully. Was this whole mess finally going to work itself out without John having to know anything?

"No damn it," Randy snapped, dashing my hopes. "I want an honest shot with you. This whole time we've been sneaking around behind John's back, you've never given a fair chance. It's just been all about the sex for you. And yeah, I've gone along with it. I thought as long as I had just a little piece of you, it would make it all worth it. But it's not anymore. You're always in my head Adam. I can't make you go away."

I rubbed my eyes. We have had conversations similar to this before. This was going to turn into a fight. "I can't leave John," I told him.

"No, you just don't want to," Randy replied. "But it's not because you love him. You're using him because he takes care of you."

"That's not what I'm doing!"

"Isn't it? You say you love him yet you haven't even been faithful for half of your relationship. You say you don't want to be with me yet you sleep with me. Something is not adding up here Adam. You fucking know that."

"Randy--"

"I give you something that John doesn't have," Randy said bluntly. "You know I do. Yet you're too fucking selfish to even consider the fact that I actually love you. You just string me along and use me and--"

"I use you? Yeah, okay, I do admit to doing that sometimes. But YOU started this mess Randy. YOU did. Do you have any idea how impossible it is to resist someone who can never take no for an answer? Especially when I'm as weak as I am?"

"Adam--"

"I'm weak Randy. I'm terrible at resisting temptation. And that's my fault. I know it is. My hands are just as dirty as yours are. I'm a selfish, weak willed bastard that has royally fucked everything up time and time again. But don't you dare try to play a victim in all of this. You knew what you were doing when you started this mess." I was practically in Randy's face by this time. "And if I'm so selfish, then why are so desperate to get with me? Hell, if you're so desperate to get me all for yourself, why the hell don't you just tell John about us and break us up?"

Randy looked down. "Because I don't got the guts to tell him," he admitted quietly. "Damn it Adam, he's my best friend. He'll hate me for this if he ever finds out."

I sighed and back down a little bit. "Well that'll make two of us." I looked down at the engagement ring that I was wearing. "He asked me to marry him the other day," I said quietly.

"What did you tell him?" Randy asked. He almost sounded like he didn't want to know the answer.

"I said yes," I confessed.

Randy closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. "Damn it. I thought I had more time. He told me he wasn't going to do it until your anniversary."

"Yeah well, I guess he changed his mind," I said. "Now can you please--" I was cut off by being roughly grabbed and kissed. "Damn it Randy!" I yelled as I shoved him away. "Would you stop?"

"Just one last time," he insisted. "One last time and then we're done."

"Oh yeah, like I haven't heard that one before," I muttered. "Randy seriously stop!"

Randy wasn't going to stop though. He was way too determined to hear anything else I had to say. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. Having more than enough, I kneed him in the balls as hard as I could.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he doubled over in pain.

"Well I said stop!" I reminded him.

"Damn it!" he cursed. He sat down in the nearest chair. "You didn't have to do that." He rubbed his crotch and shook his head. "Fuck, I think I hate you as much as I love you sometimes."

"Yeah, well I hate myself than you ever could," I replied. I took a step back just in case he wanted to grab me again. "You should probably go," I told him. "You need to get to show tonight."

Randy glared at me before getting up and storming out. Once he was gone, I sat down and buried my face into my hands. Once again, I had proven myself to be the master of fucking up my own life. If John ever found out...no, I couldn't let him. I was done with Randy for good this time.

Hopefully, anyway.

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A/N: ~binks~ Holy shit balls, this one really got away from me. Ten freaking pages...I blame my muses, especially the Adam one. He just had to get all conflicted on me...oh shit, he's glaring at me. I think I made him mad.

Anyways, the next chapter will have some Jay/Adam for JoMoFan-Spot