A/N: Here it is! The next chapter! Sorry I made you guys take so long! The story is just ending so soon so I'm trying to draw it out :( But as you may have seen, I posted a one-shot to hold you over! Check it out if you'd like. Other than that, enjoy the chapter! :)


Recap:

"W-W-What are you doing here?!" John asks. "Calm down. I'm not here to hurt you, I promise. I couldn't even if I wanted." Randy sighs. [...] "I'm sorry, Johnny, I am! Look, I don't know what happened. You wouldn't leave him, and I was embarrassed about it! I've never encountered rejection, and…and dammit, you were mine first! I was pissed! I wanted you to hurt as much as I was hurting. [...] "Bye, Randy. Hey, call me whenever you come out of your seclusion, okay?" John says, some weird need taking over. "I will, and I'm glad you want me to. Take care of yourself, alright?" Randy says. "I will. You too. Bye, Ran." John smiles. "Bye." Randy says, then reaches up, wraps a hand around John's neck, and kisses him. [...] John just stands there speechless. That's the first time he's been kissed and didn't have a flashback. [...] "Why didn't you tell me Randy came over?!" John asks, his anger level scaring his own self. "He came back over here?!" Punk asks, now getting equally as angry. "Answer my fucking question! Why didn't you tell me?!" John asks. "Because you didn't need to fucking know!" Punk yells back. "And who the fuck are you to choose who I do and don't see?" John yells. "I'm the guy that's protecting your ass since you clearly don't do a very good fucking job of it!" Punk shoots back. [...] "John, you're still not okay. You're still hurting. You don't need to be by yourself. You need someone—" John cuts Punk off, "I need someone to what? To take care of me? To fucking baby me? Newsflash, Philip! I'm not your fucking baby! Your baby is inside of that fucking whore you knocked up! So quit treating me like a fucking child! I make my own goddamn decisions, you don't make them for me! Just like you're not going to tell me whether I stay or leave here [...] Punk doesn't even attempt to go after him. Punk's never felt so goddamn hurt and heartbroken in his life.


Tuesday; The Hilton Chicago:

Three hours later, and John's brain is just now starting to work again.

He immediately went to the farthest hotel he could find, and rented a suite on the top floor. He went to his room and screamed, and cried, and threw things, and just did anything he could to rid himself of the anger that was racking through his body.

He honestly doesn't know why he exploded at Punk, and he wants to fucking kill himself for breaking up with Punk.

Once his brain starts working, he desperately wants to just call Punk and beg him to forgive him. He just wants them both to forget tonight ever happened.

He picks up his phone, he dials a number, and the phone begins ringing. What doesn't happen, however, is John calling Punk.

"Johnny?" The other line picks up. "Randy?" John calls out, the hurt still clear in his voice. "Yes, babe, it's me. What's wrong? Are you okay?" John asks.

"Are you still in town?" John asks. "Of course. You still have to take Alanna out to say goodbye, remember? Why?" Randy asks.

"What hotel are you at?" John asks. "The Hilton, why?" Randy asks again.

"Can I please come to your room?" John asks, not really knowing what he's doing. "Sam and Alanna are with me, John." Randy sighs.

"Can you come to me then? I'm in a suite on the top floor. Same hotel." John answers.

"You're at a hotel? Why?" Randy asks, starting to get seriously concerned. "Randy, are you coming or not?" John asks. "Yes, of course! But…but why'd you call me? You should hate…" Randy trails off. "Randy, please. Hurry. Please." John says, gives him the room number, then hangs up the phone.

"Baby, are you okay?" Randy asks, after John opens the door. Randy immediately pulls John into his hold, the best he can, and lets John cry against him.

"What'd he do to you?" Randy asks after realizing John isn't going to reply. "I don't want to talk about it. I just want you to stay the night with me, okay?" John asks. "Of course. Sure. Go lay down." Randy says, and John drags himself to the bed as Randy shuts the door.

Once the door is shut, he locks it, and heads to the bed.

"Please hold me." John says, and Randy pulls John against his body, letting John's head rest on his chest.

"What happened?" Randy tries again. "Please don't." John replies.

"Are you going to be okay?" Randy asks. "That either." John replies, at this point seriously doubting he'll ever be okay ever again.

"John, why'd you call me even though I hur—" John cuts in, "I don't want to hear about that, Randy! I don't want to even think about that! I don't want to fucking think about! I'm sick and fucking tired of that night consuming my life! Do not fucking talk about that, Randy!" John warns, and at seeing John snap for the first time, Randy nods and shuts his mouth.

After a moment of silence, Randy tries one last time. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Randy asks, and John looks up at him.

He stares at Randy for a moment, before leaning up and kissing him. Randy uses his good arm to wrap his hand around the back of John's head and pull him closer. John's tongue immediately goes for Randy's, intertwining them together. John runs a hand down Randy's chest, wishing he wasn't hurt so he could just rip off Randy's clothes, and ride him till John can't even think about anything anymore.

They go into full fledged make-out mode for at least 10 minutes, before John pulls away and collapses on Randy's chest. He looks down at the small bulge in Randy's pants. Fuck. All his anger has turned to complete horniness.

"John…what the hell?" Randy asks, after finally remembering where he's at and who he even is.

John's kiss totally shocked him, and completely took him away from reality.

"I'm fucking horny." John grumbles.

"John, did Punk break up with you?!" Randy asks, realizing that that would be the only logical reason John's coming onto him and in a hotel room. "No." John mumbles.

"You guys are broken up, right? You're not cheating on him, are you?!" Randy asks. "Oh, we're definitely over." John hisses, his hatred for Punk from earlier, coming back with a vengeance.

"So you br—" John cuts Randy off yet again. "What the fuck do you not get about I don't want to talk about it?!" John asks, getting in Randy's face. "I'm sorry." Randy sighs.

John kisses him again. "Are you going to be here when I wake up? I didn't mean to drag you away from your family." John mumbles, going through yet another mood swing. "It depends on when you wake up. I'll try to. Anything for you, Johnny." Randy whispers, caressing John's face. "Goodnight, Ran." John mumbles. "Goodnight, love." Randy replies, holding John tighter.

John stills, and he doesn't say another word, but he doesn't sleep for a long while. His mind is clouded with too many thoughts to sleep.

Why did he let Randy kiss him when he came to apologize?

Why hasn't he had a flashback since then?

Why didn't Punk tell him Randy came over the other day?

Why did he get so mad?

Why did he flip on Punk?

Will Punk ever take him back?

Will Punk ever forgive him?

Does he even want to go back?

And most importantly, why the fuck is he lying here in the arms of the asshole rapist who caused all this?

How could he just invite him into his room?

How could he just invite him into his bed?

How can he possibly be able to trust him through the night?

Why the fuck did he kiss him so deeply and passionately?

And…and when the fuck is all this shit going to be over?

"I remember," Randy chuckles, "I remember one time when I was younger…I don't think I've ever told you this…well when I was younger, my Mom was gone. It was the first time she'd left all of us home alone. My Dad obviously wasn't home. Well Becky wanted to bake cookies, and she refused to wait till Mom came home…" Randy begins to tell a trail of childhood stories.

He knows John's awake, and he knows John's thoughts are keeping him up. He knows just what to do. He always knows just what to do. That's what makes he and John perfect for each other. They know each other so well. So well, that even though Randy hurt John so fucking bad, John would come running back.

"And then when I was in middle school, I had this friend named Maddie. She wasn't too popular by any means, and so Nate thought he'd…"

Whenever John's thoughts are overwhelming him, Randy tells him stories. He'll tell any story he can possibly think of. It helps calm John. John always listens, and he focuses specifically on what Randy's saying. It helps him forget anything else exists, other then Randy and his skinned knee, or bad report car, or first car. His thoughts are placed on the back burner for the time being, and he's lulled to sleep by Randy's voice.


A/N: Woooooooow. So what's going to happen now? Leave reviews with your thoughts, guesses, etc! I'll update again on Wednesday! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)