Bout to get deep in this one... well I mean deeper then usual. Also warnings: swearing. pervy thought. pervy actions (nothing heavy). jealousy. fighting. violence. anger.
Let's get to it!
Mike Mizanin was a loud and obnoxious person most of the time. He knew that. His friends knew that. His family knew that. But they all put up with him. He thinks it's because he has a good sense of humor and his loyalty to loved ones. He was probably right.
Though his friends would never admit to such a thing, they did love how much Mike was able to sway a bad mood by just being an asshole or making a really bad joke. They also appreciated that Mike was there for them even when they didn't want him there in the first place.
But Mike never knew when to shut the hell up, remarkably more so when he was saying the absolute worst thing ever.
If only he had closed his mouth at the Halloween party. If only he had respected Melina more. If only he had shown her from the start that he would always care for her -whether she was the americana girl next door or a sex symbol. He should have supported her desire to change instead of push against it. But Mike couldn't help that last one, because for a very long time now, he had loved Melina for the way she had always been -strong, independent, natural, and smart. When she changed styles, she had ultimately changed her attitude on life. And that had hurt Mike.
He didn't want her to think she needed to change to get a guy. She was too good for any guy who noticed her only after she wore heels and skirts. Melina had always been perfect to Mike.
And he wanted to prove that to her. He wanted to apologize first. You know, since he called her a whore and prostitute and all. And then he wanted to show her exactly how he felt about her.
He was going to lay it all out there. If she turned him down then Mike would truly understand that Melina was no longer the girl he had always loved, but someone different. If she turned him down, he would be crushed.
That is why he had asked for some help from a friend.
"Ready?" Cody asked.
Randy had fallen asleep eventually. He thinks the sun was rising when his eyes lulled shut. But he didn't stay asleep for long. It was Sunday morning and his mother was vacuuming the living room and the sound had jolted poor young and gay Randy from his dreamless slumber.
This weekend was shit so far. First John asking him if he was gay. Then Randy finally admitting to himself that he was gay. And now he was going to have to start admitting to everyone else that he was gay, because for the love of God he was sick and tired of hiding that.
He liked dick.
Yep.
And balls. And strong chests. And nice butts. And that line of hair the traveled from under the belly button to the pubes. Yeah, that was hot too. And he kept wondering about sex with guys all night.
He looked at the clock. It was close to noon. He had homework to do. And he wasn't sure if he should call Evan since he never replied back after last night's discovery.
It was probably best he didn't speak to the lovely smaller teen, though. Randy wasn't sure how he was going to act or talk with his mental and emotional state being so exhausted. Who knew that watching gay porn would be so damn exhausting?
But there was someone he could call to talk about this with.
John Cena. All around good guy, American football star, rapper, bisexual teenager. Who had nice dimples.
Randy would ignore the wonder in the back of his head about dimples in other cheeks as he sat up in bed, the covers pooling around his this waist. He had ignored that curiosity many times before when he refused to be gay. But now that he accepted his sexuality, boy was that part of him getting really cheeky. No pun intended.
But this idea that John was there for Randy to talk made Randy feel better about the whole thing. It's how he usually felt with Evan. And yet Randy was worried about telling Evan. How does one confess sexuality and heart wrenching love to a best friend? Do they make guide books for gays? Was there a section on Amazon for How to confess to your straight bff 101?
He took out his phone and searched his contacts. He never actually texted or called John. He had his number in case he had to cancel tutoring for one reason or another. There is was. It was just a bunch of emojis. Obviously, John had been the one to fill out the contact info. Randy rolled his eyes.
He pressed talk. And waited. His heart pounded a little too hard in his chest. His right leg bounced up and down as the nerves settled in. He hoped Cena wasn't working. He kind of wanted to talk to him.
A click and then a low and rumbly, "Hey."
It was almost soft and waiting. John had been expecting his call. Randy could feel it in his voice.
"Hey."
Okay. Yeah. So far so good, Orton.
John was smirking, Randy just knew it. That bastard.
"So, I am happy to know you still want to talk to me after... everything," John said.
Randy took a quiet but deep breath. His free hand fiddled with the edge of the blanket he was now sitting on. "Well, I can't just stop talking to my tutor," he started, a smirk of his own. "Homework at your house would be really awkward if I refused to talk to you. I mean, how am I supposed to express my anger at Algebra if I can't tell you to fuck yourself."
John chuckled. "A casual punch to the face expresses that feeling just fine. Though, I would super love it if you didn't punch me in the face because you hate math."
Randy rolled his eyes. But he was amused for sure.
He could hear shuffling around in the background. A door closing. And engine starting. And a radio softly playing something rap related. He idly imagined the bigger teen sitting in his shitty Toyota, seat belt light blinking and Burger King napkins stuffed in the middle console.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, Orton. I can practically feel your sarcasm through the phone," John said. His tone was cheerful. He was happy that Randy had called him.
At least, that's what Randy hoped.
He wasn't sure what he was feeling about John, honestly.
Safety? Comfort? Friendship? Caring? Attraction?
Randy didn't realize that he hadn't spoken in a minute until John spoke again. "Earth to Randy!"
"Sorry," Randy muttered.
He laid back against his bed. He rubbed his face with his free hand, then put it under his head.
"I um... ." Randy wasn't sure how to talk about this. He sighed. He could hear his mother shuffling around downstairs, cleaning. So he lowered his voice, just in case she could hear him from a different floor of the house. "I ... I took your advice."
"You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to," John said softly.
"You're the only person I know who I can talk about this with," Randy replied. "And I want to. I want to say it."
John didn't reply. He waited for Randy to keep going. He didn't have any expectations about this conversation. He wasn't hopeful for a specific answer. He had pushed his own desires to the back of his mind for now. He just wanted Randy to be happy and healthy. He wanted Randy to be able to confront himself with this difficult topic. If that meant that John might not have a chance with Randy, so be it. He was worried about Randy, not himself.
Randy looked at his ceiling for the right words, but he couldn't find any. He went with his gut instead. Be blunt.
"I am gay," Randy said. "Like not in the super feminine way. I don't think I could be like that. I mean, I guess I can pass as straight, right? I'm not girly. I don't act like those dude on Queer Eye. Or that guy from Say Yes to the Dress. ...But I guess that the fact that I know those shows are not helping my case. I'm not the stereotype, right?" Randy was rambling so he didn't hear John saying that he was not a stereotype gay, no. Randy continued on, "But not all gay guys are obviously gay. You like dick and you're a guys guy. Cars and football. So I guess, I can be gay and not need to start studying up on fashion trends and interior design.
"But, yeah," Randy just kept going. It had been a while since he had talked this much with someone. It felt good to get his worries out. "I guess I wasn't sure I wanted to admit it. I'm gay. I like guys. I feel good, just admitting that, you know? Damn. it's taken me so much time. I was so fucking angry at the idea. And I guess I still am a little. I'm pretty sure my family is going to explode about this. But I want to tell them as soon as possible. I want to be able to get it off my chest. I'm not going at this to fast, right? I just figured myself out and I already want to tell everybody. But I don't want to wait anymore. This shit was killing me before."
Randy let out a long breath. He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. He never felt so open before and it made him feel exposed and vulnerable.
"But I'm scared."
John was sadly smiling. He knew that feeling well. Despite his friends and peers back home being open-minded and okay with different sexualities, John had been scared about losing his family and close friends regardless.
"It's okay to be scared. But, Randy, nothing is wrong with you. You are who you are supposed to be. You don't have to be femme to be gay. You don't have to change yourself. And your family might not take it well or they will be totally supportive. But either way, they will still love you. People will always have an opinion about your life, no matter if you are straight, gay, bi, or other, but those who are meant to be in your life will stay in your life. There are no rules to being gay. There are no rules to coming out. The only thing you need to make sure is that you accept yourself for who you are, because hating yourself isn't going to make you feel any better.
"Be a proud gay man, Randy. You should be proud of yourself," John continued. "You are an asshole, but you are smart and tough and you care alot about your family and friends and those are all great qualities to be. And one day, you'll have a man in your life who will love you for everything you can offer."
Randy swiped at his eye, catching a stray tear. John was such a great guy. He helped Evan when he fought Bennett. He helped Randy with his studies. And now he helped Randy with his sexuality.
"Thank you," Randy whispered.
"I accept you as you are, Randy. And I am very honored that you decided that I was worthy enough of coming out to."
Geez, it was like John was reaching through the phone and caressing his anxiety. John Cena was very calming.
Randy was really happy he had called. He needed this. He needed to tell someone. And he was very content that John was his first choice. Because he knew the other choice would be 400 percent harder.
John muttered under his breath, which made Randy raise and eyebrow.
"I have to let you go. I'm late for work," John said. You could hear him opening and closing the car door and some shuffled footsteps. "Come over tomorrow. I know we don't usually meet up on Mondays, but we can just hang out after I get out of wrestling practice. Sound good?"
Randy smiled. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."
School had gone as usual. Evan was a little excited about this new project in his science class that they were going to start soon. Evan would happily admit to being a nerd. He was a straight A student because he loved learning. He could almost hear his friends making fun of him for it.
And speaking of friends, Randy had been a little better today. He actually talked during lunch, which was nice. He wasn't totally normal yet. He sat spaced out from Evan at the lunch table. And he flinched a little when Stephan had patted him on the back after a particular brutal shot at Mike. But at least there was some life in his blue eyes again. It gave Evan a feeling of relief.
So far the day had gone well. Practice had gone alright. He noticed Beth had on mascara. It brought out her eyes more. Made her serious wrestling face look intimidating. He kind of liked that. Not that he would admit to getting turned out by an angry Beth. She was a tough cookie. And yet so damn humble and pretty. Sigh. She would never be into to Evan though right? He was just a freshman.
After practice he chilled out with some of the team outside. They talked about practice. Trading jokes. Beth rolled her eyes alot. Adam and Jay argued of course. And John Cena laughed alot. He seemed more relaxed too.
He kept looking at Evan though.
It made Evan nervous. He liked John as a person. He was a good guy. Funny. Charismatic. But he had irked Evan a little.
Evan was just probably jealous or something. John was spending so much time with his best friend and Evan felt tossed aside.
He shook his head at the dumb thought. John was fun. He was inspiring. And Evan wanted to be his friend if he was honest.
"Alright," John said after checking the time on his phone. "I gotta jet. I'll see you guys." He gave daps to some and waved to the entire group as he started to walk to his car.
"Hey, wait up," Evan called before he even realized what he was doing. He said his goodbyes to the group and went after the older man. He looked at John and gave his signature cheesy grin. "Mind giving me a ride? if you're going that way that is."
John smiled. "I wasn't actually, but it's no problem."
John found himself once more maneuvering the smaller teen's bike into the back seat of his car. He knew he was going to hang out with Randy after this, but John found it impossible to say no to Evan Bourne. His grin was like a fish line and hook, catching Cena by the dick and pulling him in.
They were in the car ready to go when John turned up the radio and some k-pop started playing. Evan quirked an eyebrow at him. John gave the smaller boy his own quirked eyebrow. "Do not judge my great music tastes."
Evan raised his hands in defense. He chuckled as John tried and failed to sing in korean.
The car ride was pleasant. Evan eventually started jamming out with John in the car to the Korean girl-band music. Never in Evan's life did he expect to dance to kpop in John Cena's shitty ass car, but here he was. And he was laughing hard. John was such a character. He had no shame in playing the fool in order to have fun. It was admirable, Evan mused.
The playlist went to a love song and John turned the volume down, clearing his throat. He was still smiling from the fun just now. "So," John spoke, first, "how's life?"
Evan scratched his neck idly. "It's okay. School, wrestling, eat, sleep, repeat."
John nodded. "Yeah. ...Should have known you were boring."
Evan scoffed then smirked. "Well, Cena, not everyone can be a closet kpop fan."
"Hey, now," John put his hand to his heart in faux hurt. "I'll have you know Kpop gets you all the girls. They love it. It's that and Pretty Little Liars. They love a man who isn't afraid of being in touch with their culture."
The younger teen shook his head. "I'll take your word for it."
John looked over at Evan, cautiously. He had to choose his words wisely so as to not scare away his prey. Er-... He meant his crush.
"So what? No girlfriends Evan?" John had looked back at the road, but he saw Evan shake his head from the corner of his eye. "I thought all the girls would flock to you after you took down Bennett."
"You make it sound like I battled Goliath," Evan commented. He looked out the window. "There hasn't been anyone interesting. All the girls who flirted with me after the fight were good looking, but they were vapid. They just wanted to stand near me or something so their social standing would rise. Or some bullshit like that." Evan was rambling a little. Well he was a little tired. And this was all true. Probably why he liked the girls who didn't rush to his after the fight. They weren't brainless popular wanna-bes.
A small frown pulled at Evan's lips. "Honestly, I have my eye on someone, but she's in a different grade and I can tell she's not into me."
John nodded. Bingo. Information attained. Evan is straight. No doubt. "No harm in trying right?"
"I guess," Evan muttered. And then he said something he usually would never talk about. Looking back on this conversation in the future Evan would want to shove his face in a wall. "But I'm still a virgin and older girls don't want virgins. Being a virgin in high school was like being a unicorn. Fucking inconceivable."
There was silence for a second. John had pursed his lips at the awkwardness this conversation just took. And Evan. Poor Evan was ready to crawl in a hole. Which teenage boy in their right mind would label themselves a unicorn virgin?! Ugh. Evan slumped down in the seat a little.
John took a deep breath. "Listen, Ev. We are all virgins at some point, man. And losing it isn't all its cracked up to be if it's with someone not worth it right? At least that's what I've been told. But it's really not important. Virginity is some weird concept that guys find the need to cross over early in life."
"Oh god, I feel like I am talking with my dad."
"Well, I never thought I would have to say this, but please don't call me daddy. That is solely reserved to the person willing to suck my dick."
Evan groaned but he was grinning in amusement. "Gross."
"What? You opened this door Evan. I mean, if you want to call me dad or papa that's cool. But if we ever come to a point in our friendship where it crosses the line to Daddy I'mma have to tell you to sit in time out."
"This is officially the weirdest conversation I have ever had. ...and my parents are teachers who specialize in educational psychology."
"Oh boy, they'll have the best time analyzing your Unicorn virginity comment, then."
Evan covered his face in his hands. He let out an anguished no before looking at John seriously. "Do not tell anyone about this."
"About what?" John asked playfully. "Your virginity or your parents psychoanalyzing their teenage son?"
"Both!" Evan's face was red. John thought it was adorable.
He snickered. "I won't mention it as long as you allow me to call you unicorn king."
"No deal!"
Cena shrugged. "Then I guess I'll have to talk to all the senior girls about your love life."
Evan softly punched him in the shoulder. "Don't you dare!"
John was laughing. And despite the absolute fear Evan had about outting himself as a pathetic virgin with a small body, he was laughing along.
They were almost at his house, when Evan looked up at John. The older boy was concentrating on the tight road, not willing to break his car on someone else's mirrors. An idea dawned on Evan and he said screw it. What harm would it be if John Cena helped him a little.
"You could talk to a particular girl for me though."
John snuck a look at Evan from the corner of his eye and both his eyebrows went up in question. "Who and how?"
Evan cracked his knuckles one by one as he spoke, "I kind of have a thing for Beth. I think she's pretty and amazing. If you could maybe talk me up to her. I know she's a senior, but I'd love to maybe go out with her sometime."
John was nervous now. He didn't understand why he was nervous, but he was almost panicking.
No way. He didn't want to get Evan together with Beth. A strong form of jealousy ran through John's body like fire and ice. He could deal with the idea of Randy and Evan together. That he was okay with because he loved them both so much. But for Evan to get with someone else made John really tense. It made his heart hurt. He wanted Evan for himself, not get him together with Beth.
Not that he had any bad feelings towards Beth. She was a total sweetheart and could totally whoop his ass in practice if she willed herself to. No he was cool with her. But dammit not if it involved Evan kissing her and not him.
Oh. He was really jealous. It was scratching at his insides. He had never felt jealousy. John Cena was an easy-going bisexual football player. He was not the type to get jealous of his female classmate. But lo and behold, here he was trying to hide the smoke coming from his ears.
"Yeah," He clipped. He had to breathe. But that image of Evan with anyone but him (or Randy) was making him upset. He had to breathe. So he did. He took a long deep breathe. "I'll see what I can do, man."
"Thanks!" Evan was grinning at him. And the jealousy started to melt. That smile was too much for Cena. Evan was too cute.
They were parking next to the Korklan household. Cena had calmed himself. Not that Evan had noticed. He had no clue what he was doing to John. It was just a typical conversation that made him think the older teen was so cool. John was so cool to help Evan out.
What a nice guy!
Evan took his phone out and texted Randy about hanging out tonight, before grabbing his stuff from where he shoved it next to his bike. He wanted to tell Randy about his possibilities with Beth. He wondered if Randy had ever met Beth. Evan was sure the taller freshman would like her. She was really nice.
They got out of the car and john helped take the bike out.
While John muttered something about stuck seatbelts, Evan's phone dinged. A reply from Randy.
Sorry man, going to John's for homework help. rain check?
There was always a rain check lately. It really irked Evan. Randy was sure spending alot of time with John Cena and barely any time with his supposed best friend. Evan was pissed off now. Fucking Randy. What a douchebag. He could at least try to talk to Evan sometimes. It was like Randy was hiding from him. Sigh.
And Evan had too much pride to admit to Randy how angry that made him.
"So you're helping Randy today?" Evan said, typing a quick okay back at Randy.
John set the bike on the sidewalk and looked at Evan. He heard the bitterness in Evan's voice. It was clear as day!
Was Evan annoyed that Randy was spending time with John? Didn't he force Orton to get tutoring from John? Not that today was tutoring. It was just chilling out. Just a gay kid hanging out with a bi kid. If it ended up with homework that's cool. And by homework, John meant sexy stuff. He would completely and totally help Randy with discovering his sexual desires at any time. ...
And math. John internally sighed. If Randy had actual school work he needed help on, John guesses he could help with that too. But the sexy stuff was on the table.
Not that John was sure Randy liked him. Being gay doesn't mean you like the only other non-straight male friend you have. It could just be friendship, John thought in dismay.
"Yeah," finally said. "He's probably heading over in a little bit."
Evan nodded slowly. He grabbed his stuff and walked to his house. "Tell him I said hi."
John's lips pressed together at the clipped tone. Boy, Evan was a little scary when he was angry.
Which kind of made John confused but happy.
Evan was jealous of him. Evan was jealous of John for spending time with his best friend.
John briefly looked up to the sky wondering what God had in plan for him. For all of them. He then hopped in his car and headed home. He shot Randy a text that he was home if he wanted to come by now.
He walked inside the house. It was quiet. Which it never was, no matter who was home. A note on the fridge door said "Picked up a shift. Dad is at work he'll be back later. Your brother's are at the arcade with some friends for a birthday party. Dad will pick them up. They'll be home around 8. Do not do anything stupid. Love mom." A grin spread on his face.
He had the house to himself until 8.
Correction. He had the house all to him and Randy.
Melina was wallowing in self pity. She was so upset with herself.
She had finally put herself out there for a guy and all he was there for was sex.
Yeah, he had been really nice about it. In fact, he was borderline prince charming with the way he didn't force her to have sex and walked her home like nothing happened. Well... he did text another girl for a booty call when he dropped her off. But he was what he was.
And Melina was still boyfriend-less.
What was the point of this all if she couldn't even land the school whore? He was literally playing pokemon with the female population of their school. He had to catch them all. But Melina was not about that life.
She felt awful. She felt ugly. She felt dumb as fuck.
"Oh god, enough," Milena rolled her eyes. She was sitting in Melina's room, scrolling through instagram. "Who cares about Hennigan, he's a dog. I say you should be going after that Randy kid you used to hang out with. He's quiet but he's got a good look."
Melina scrunched up her nose. Never in her life would she want to date Randy. He was like her brother. Which she voiced.
Milena laughed. "Okay, okay. What about that junior kid with the muscles! Dave or something."
Melina sighed. "I don't know. I'm kind of just done being the one to work for it. I want them to come to me."
The older hispanic teen nodded. "I get it. Just gotta work your magic, chica."
Melina knew her cousin's girlfriend was right. If she worked her assets right, the boys will come rushing.
"Homecoming will be perfect for you to show the world that you are the girl to be," Milena smirked. "Speaking of which I needed to go to the mall to get my acrylics filled. Wanna come?"
What else would Melina do. She had no homework -at least that she cared to do. And Milena was her only friend at the moment.
So Milena drove them both to the mall. The mall was busy since it was homecoming season. So many dresses on sale. Thank God, Melina had already found her dress the week before. She wasn't the type to last minute shop. Not that she had to worry about finding a dress to fit. Her body was perfect for clothes shopping. Everything looked good.
They were walking towards the nail salon when a a tall, leggy blond waved Milena over.
Stacy Keibler.
Melina watched as her friend waved excitedly at that horrible skank.
"You know her?" Melina asked Milena.
Milena stopped walking and looked at her younger friend. "Yeah. She's a good friend. I'm always hanging out with her."
"I cannot stand her," Melina sneered.
Milena looked taken aback. She raised a hand in defense. "Okay. Relax. Do you even know he like that?"
"I know she was such a slut and dated my friend Randy for like a second before hopping on another guy."
"Woah, you need to chill," Milena said, crossing her arms over chest. "Stacy is my friend and I will not tolerate you ragging on her. Lay off, Melina."
"I cannot be in the same room as her, so I'm leaving, you can go with your bestie over there," Melina said childishly.
Milena clucked her tongue. "That's fine by me. I'd rather hang out with a real friend not someone just using me to do her hair and makeup all the time. Grow up, puta. The reason guys don't like you is cuz you think you're better then everyone else. Get lost."
Melina glared as the older girl angrily walked over to where Stacy was waiting near the nail salon. Stacy looked over at Melina and smirked.
That bitch, Melina thought as she stormed from the mall. Now she was stranded. She had no ride back home. She was pissed off. She felt betrayed. How could Milena choose Stacy over her?
Now she felt even worse then before. She felt pathetic and friendless. She couldn't believe she had turned her back on a true friend like Nattie for some stuck up bitch like Milena and Stacy. Damn, she felt like an idiot.
Melina started walking home, angrily wiping her eyes at the tears.
John had music playing on his iphone speakers, jamming out to the hard beat. He was waiting for Randy to come over, making sandwiches. He was dancing, swaying his body back and forth to the beat. He was just in a good mood.
Well... he was still feeling the aftermath of being jealous about Evan liking Beth, but he was gonna be alone with Randy. And he had confirmation that Randy was gay. So somewhere in the excited ramblings of his mind he felt like he had a real chance.
He had a chance with Randy Orton.
And that was a real good thing to John.
Yeah. He liked Evan just as much as Randy, but he knew for sure Evan had no inkling of sexual feelings for John. So right now he was focused on Randy.
He couldn't help the thoughts from coming into his mind. He wanted to skim that warm tanned skin with his finger tips and taste that dip where Randy's neck met his shoulders. He wanted to take the snarky smirk with his own lips.
Randy was a dream in this bi boy's dreams. He was tall. He'll probably grow to be taller than John in the end. His body was defining even though he barely worked out. That flat tummy had the faintest of shadowing to show abs. The fleshy sides. And he had this really nice back. Which was weird to be attracted to, but it looked strong and toned. It must be from those years of practicing pro-wrestling with his friends.
Of course, John knew these details of the younger boy because he couldn't help study Randy and Evan when they changed for and from gym class
John quickly adjusted himself as his boxers were getting a little tight.
A few calm breaths. He had to focus on something else or he was going to have to open the door for Randy with an obvious tent in his shorts. Focus on the food your making John. You got this.
A song or two played and John was just scrolling through other playlists to see what he felt like when his doorbell rang. He got up from where he was sitting on the couch to open the door.
Randy stood there, no backpack, a small smile on his face. "Hey."
John let him in, closing the door behind him.
Randy looked around. "No little Cenas today?"
"They went to some birthday party. They'll be home later," John answered. In fact, John was counting down the time. He had 2.5 hours to be comfortable with Randy.
Randy nodded. He awkwardly stood there unsure where to go. Would they hang out there? Would they go to John's room like normally? He wasn't sure what to do at John's house without any homework to do. But Randy had been in such a relaxed mood that he actually finished his homework before John texted him. His mom was sure damn surprised when he did it at the table in front of her. He practically felt the pride dripping off her.
John grabbed his phone from the aux cable, ignoring the small pop sound from the speakers. These were his mom's speakers. He only used them when he had the chance. Otherwise he would use his own in his room. He made sure the music had stopped playing and shoved the device in his pocket.
"Want something to eat?" He asked, walking to the kitchen regardless. "I made sandwiches and I have some junk food."
Randy smirked, standing with his hands in his jean pockets, just surveying the quiet house. "Aw, what a cute housewife you'll make."
John scoffed. "You say that as if it's a bad thing. I would happily play house wife to a strong man or woman who worked hard all day."
"Ahhh," Randy drawled. "So you're saying you like 'em strong?"
John felt his heart bump into his rib cage. Randy was flirting with him. Which he had playfully done before. But now that they had come out to eachother, playfully flirting had different connotations.
"Of course. I like being taken care of," John teased, sticking his tongue out.
Randy just rolled his eyes and took a bag of Doritos from kitchen counter. He opened it and started eating automatically. Randy loved food. You can't taunt him with it. And the idea of coming home to dinner waiting for him was nice. It was better when he thought about Evan waiting for him with dinner made. In just an apron. That was a really pleasant thought for the dark haired teen. It made him look away from John, trying to hide the blush.
That part of his brain was sure as hell comfortable now that he let himself admit to being gay. It was like this all day. Fantasies all day. He was very very happy to not have gotten a woody in school. Though he had come close in the locker room. Real close. Like he made the excuse of going to pee before class started, just so he could calm himself down. Because, it wasn't bad enough to need to jerk off. Not that he would jerk off at school. That's just nasty.
"So..." John said, grabbing the plate of sandwiches. He started walking to the stairs, making sure Randy was following. He would rather be in his room. This was going to be a private conversation about sexualities that John was sure Randy didn't want the Cena family to walk in on. And John did not want his brothers to bother Randy. Randy was still figuring himself out. He didn't need young Cena's asking him if he was dating John. Though, John would die if he said yes to that imagined scenario.
"So..." Randy replied. They were at the top of the stairs by now. He had waited for John to say something, but the older teen seemed to be lost in thought.
John stopped walking, just standing in the hallway. He looked Randy in the eyes and softly smiled. "How are you feeling?"
Randy brought his hand to the back of his neck, scratching randomly. "I'm okay. Nervous. I was scared that someone was going to call me a fag and out me to the school. Which is dumb... ."
John shook his head. "Not dumb. You're worried. It's normal."
They finally moved into John's room. They sat on the bed, the plates of sandwiches on the nightstand, infront of the picture of John's family, the pride flag sticking out behind it.
There was enough space between them for them to sit facing eachother.
John brought his knees up to his chest, holding them together with his arms. "When I first realized I was bi I didn't want to tell anyone. I had pretty good and understanding friends, I mean some of them were somewhere on the spectrum too- but I was worried they would think I was lying. It took a while for me to start telling people. And by that point I was saying it like it was common knowledge."
Randy just listened as John spoke. It was cathartic to listen to someone who had similar problems talk about them. This must be why AA was such an important part of recovery for alcoholics. They listen to eachother and they remind themselves that they have a support system of people who know what it all feels like. And in a way, Randy was recovering. He had fought himself for so long, denied who he was, that now he was recovering. He had grieved last night when he finally let go of the idea that he wasn't gay. He grieved the person he prayed to be. So now, his body and mind needed to recover and open arms to the person he actually was.
And Randy knew he was still Randy Orton; confident, handsome, manly, always hungry, not book smart. But in big way he was not the same Randy Orton either.
"It was alot harder when I moved down here," John continued. Randy listened. "No one knew me here. I didn't know how people would take it here. Which is why I'm not out to everyone. I'm always scared that I'll lose people because I like guys too. It's a reality most of us face at some point. But I've been told many times by older LGBT people at Pride in Boston, that if they do not accept you for who you are, you just need to realize that maybe they weren't meant to be in your life for longer then they were."
Randy nodded. Made sense. Still hurt to think that someone he knew could turn their back on him for being gay. It was 2018 for fuck's sake.
"How did you tell people you were bi?" Randy asked. His voice was quiet. He was sitting there, his face serious. This was comforting, but it was also a way for him to ask as many questions as he could. He felt like a student and John the japanese guy from Karate Kid.
"With my friends back home I just started being open about what I found attractive in guys and girls. They figured out the rest themselves," John replied, with a smile. John liked being open with Randy like this. He was laying himself bare for Randy to read, but it was also solidifying a bond between the two. "The only people who know here are you, Hennigan, and Truth. And no bullshit, Truth already knew. He was asking me these sort of coded questions. And Hennigan was really lost about the whole thing. So I just said it. I'm bi. And I was sure Hennigan was gonna freak but he didn't really care."
"You're parents know?" Randy said, thinking back on John's family. He now realized why John's mom had said to keep his door open. Oh my God. He shoved a dorito in his mouth to hide his shock.
"Oh yeah. I told them over dinner. My mom had made a bet with my older brother apparently. He had to do 2 months of chores for free because she won," John rolled his eyes. "Assholes. He only lost because he thought I was gay not bi. But Mom knew. ...I'm starting to think I'm obvious." John chuckled a little. He ducked his head down and leaned his chin against his knees, like a child. "It changed things with my dad though. He was uncomfortable I guess. He didn't think I was a guy anymore, I guess. But we've been working on that and it's going pretty good now. We can watch a football game and talk now without him getting nervous. I think he just didn't know how to talk to me anymore. He was afraid to say something that would hurt me or whatever."
Randy sighed. He leaned to his right far enough to plop on the bed, just missing the half eaten bag of doritos. He turned onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. John watched him, a small smile dancing on his lips. Randy was just stretched out on his bed, staring up, thinking. It made John's heart ache. He wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to kiss Randy or he wanted to comfort Randy. Either way.
"I want to tell my parents, but I ... I don't know." Randy muttered. His voice was low, worried.
John decided to lay down too. Side by side, the two boys stared up at the whitewash ceiling, feeling the vibes of this heavy conversations. "What's holding you back?" John asked.
Randy put his hand behind his head, getting more and more comfortable. "I know my dad is going to take it really badly. He's made his homophobia pretty clear over the years. And honestly I don't care about that. He's old fashioned. Still lives in the 70s or something. I'm really worried about my mom. I love my mom so much and I don't want to hurt her. And I honestly don't know how she'd take this. I'm her oldest son."
John hummed in thought. "You're mom loves you right?" He didn't wait for a reply. "You're her son. Even if she can't mentally understand you, she will try. And I bet you're dad is the same. He might be homophobic, but he loves you. He probably doesn't understand it and is afraid of the idea of someone he cares for being gay."
Randy ran a hand through his gelled stiff hair. It was a bad idea of course, because it hurt to move gelled hair. He looked over at John. "Thanks."
John shrugged against the bed covers. "I'm here for you."
They were quiet for a while. just enjoying the presence of one another.
At some point, John sat up and grabbed the aux cord on the night stand that ran to his small speakers on his nearby messy desk. He browsed spotify for something mellow to fill the air. Something Indie, most likely. Then he laid back down, but this time he took a few moment to look over at Randy.
He took his time tracing his eyes over the other boy's face. He was absorbing the the features like a sponge. Blue eyes like steel. The dimple in his chin. High cheeks that made his jaw line more defined. And despite having hard lines, Randy's face still had a youthful quality to it. His face was fleshy with baby fat that most likely wouldn't go away for another 10 years. Pillow-y lips are where his eyes lingered.
But John was taken way from his studying when Randy spoke again.
"Did you always know?" the younger asked.
John turned to look up again. He mirrored Randy and put his hand under his head. "I guess. I didn't really think about it until a couple years ago. Like you hear stories about some people knowing at a really young age. But in middle school I had dated some girls, sure. But it was all hand holding and pecks on the lips. I never really had an opinion of guys. Or really girls. I was more into video games and cars." John smirked now. "But man, when I started to check out guys too, some bells went off in my head. And I realized that all my friends were gay or allies. But I only knew for sure when I made out with some guy behind a shed at a kegger I went to sophomore year. And boy did that clarify it all."
Randy laughed, some low snicker of sorts that made John smile.
"What about you? Did you have a clue?" John asked now.
Randy sighed loudly. "I think I knew I was gay for a long time. I just didn't want to accept it."
John looked at Randy again, frowning. It hurt him to know that Randy had felt that way.
"I didn't want to be that guy," Randy continued. "I didn't want to be labeled. I didn't want to face the fact that I am in no way attracted to girls. But I am definitely into guys."
"For sure?" John joked. He had said that in a slight valley girl voice. "Like you are totally sure?"
Randy laughed and looked at John for the first time since he laid down. He did his best to copy John's dialect, with a wide grin. "Like totally sure. Only dick for this guy." He pointed at himself with jazz hands.
John busted out laughing. "Oh my god." That wasn't an accent. John was laughing so hard he had tears leaking out of his eyes.
Randy was laughing too. John's laugh was just infectious.
John flipped over on his stomach and rested his head against his crossed arms. He spent a few minutes changing the music to the Clueless soundtrack. Kids in America played and Randy looked at him with confused eyes. John explained it was from Clueless.
Randy rolled his eyes again. John was sure his eyes would get stuck doing that if he kept doing it so often.
"Is that the type of movie you like?" Randy asked sarcastically.
"Hey," John said, sternly. "That is a great movie...except for the weird incest-y sister/step brother getting together thing."
"I've never seen it, just heard about it," Randy admitted.
John's eyes widened. Then he grinned, leaning up on his elbows. "We'll have to watch it sometime. It's cheesy but good."
They listened to the soundtrack quietly. Commenting on the tracks that were playing. John would skip over the songs that Randy would make a face at. But there were some good old school rock feels. Not metal like Randy liked, but it wasn't bad.
John eventually changed it the Legally Blonde soundtrack, commenting on watching that movie together too. Randy let himself smile. This was not his style, but he let John play some of the songs. He eventually changed it some 2018 rock playlist, that happily Randy could get into.
While John was busy finding music, Randy had let himself look over at the older teen. Randy could finally admit to himself that he found John really good looking. He was muscular. He probably worked out alot. And then the way John's back was broad at the shoulders but slowly sloped. Randy's eyes traveled down John's body. They dipped with the dip of John's lower back and popped back up with the round ass. Randy bit the inside of his cheek. He wondered how shocked John would be if he just slapped John's ass to see how it jiggled in those jean shorts. Of course he wouldn't do that. He still knew what personal space was.
But he still wondered.
Randy felt really adventurous at the moment. Knew found courage to match his confidence?
"So you made out with some kid at a kegger," Randy brought up, suddenly, making John look up at him. "How exactly did that feel?"
John's whole being reacted. He could feel his soul leaving his body. This was such a leading question. He wondered if Randy realized where this would go.
John's eyes lowered as he looked down at the boy lying flat against his bed. "He had this nice lips. He knew how to use them. What really felt good, was the way his sexy body was toned and hard. I could hold on tight and not worry about hurting him. And he kept moving his thigh right against my dick. I was so hard."
Randy's heart was racing. "Did it go further than that?"
John smirked. "So curious. But no. I had to leave. I've never actually gone that far with guys."
"Me either," Randy joked, but his face was still serious as he watched John's face. When had they gotten so close to each other. It felt like John was right next to him.
"Want to try it out?" John asked.
"Make out with you?"
"Yeah."
Randy's breathing was a little heavier. He couldn't think straight. He was really horny. And John was really fucking sexy. That story John had described had Randy salivating.
Randy didn't voice an answer but John didn't wait for one either way. He moved closer to the younger boy, hovering over him for a second. Randy leaned up on his elbows, meeting John half way. John put his hand on the back of Randy's neck bringing him close.
And their lips touched. They meshed together. Slow. Curious.
John backed away first, looking at Randy to make sure everything was okay. "How was it?"
Randy groaned. "Don't ask me that." He covered his face with his hands. "So embarrassing."
John chuckled. "Sorry." He took Randy's wrists in his hands and pulled the younger man's hands from his face so he can get a good look. Randy was blushing. "Want to keep going?"
Randy took a second but nodded. He sat up more and put a hand on John's muscular shoulders, gripping firmly.
John bent down again and let their lips come together.
They made out for a few minutes, kissing noises joining the music and filling the air. Their breathing was heavy. Bodies pressed together.
Randy had kissed before. But nothing like this. Nothing this intense. His heart was pounding And it only got faster when one of John's hands slid down his side and held his hip. It felt good. Randy's fell back against the mattress, John's following without having to pull away.
Kissing a guy felt natural.
It was turning him on.
He could feel the blood rushing to two places. Either his lips or his dick.
And by the groan John gave when he pressed his hips into Randy's, John was too.
John started to shift his hips back and forth slightly, giving Randy this delicious friction.
Randy let go of the kiss to let out tiny groan. He turned his head to the side when he felt John's lips move to his neck. John planted small kisses as he worked his way down to Randy's collar bone. There he started to suck. It left a tiny mark, to which his blew cold air at. It made Randy groan again.
They were still moving their hips against each other. Randy was really hard. He never felt this way before. It felt so good. He was sure he would cum just from making out with John Cena.
John felt the same. He could feel Randy's hard dick against his thigh and it turned him on to know that Randy was turned on.
He sat up and looked at Randy. He almost moaned just looking at the freshman. He clothes were mess from moving around. His lips were red from kissing. He was trying to catch his breath. Then there was that tiny bruise above Randy's collar bone. A mark to prove to them both that this was happening. John would pinch himself if he wasn't sure that this was not a dream.
He was making out with one of his crushes. Maybe he was dreaming.
John had to relieve the pressure in his shorts and unbuttoned them. He looked at Randy with a half-lidded look. "Can I touch you?"
Randy wasn't sure and it was visible on his face. He hadn't really ever wanted to be with anyone but Evan before that very moment.
John looked at him with these careful blue hues, like he understood completely. "Evan, right?"
Randy looked away. "That obvious?"
John shook his head. "Not really. But I guess I was looking."
Randy sat up now, totally uncomfortable since he was still hard and still wearing pants. "I really love him."
"Are you gonna tell him?"
"If I do he'll hate me forever." Randy felt the familiar feeling of guilt. He always felt guilty when he was reminded of how much he loved Evan. He always felt like he was betraying their friendship.
John placed his arm around Randy's shoulders. "You don't know that. You say you and Evan have been best friends forever right? So if he is really your best friend you loving him wouldn't change that."
Randy nodded softly. "I'm sorry."
John kissed Randy's lips gently. "Don't be. You can't help it."
Randy leaned against John's strong body. "I really want to be with him." His voice was quiet, "But I'm so hard right now."
John quirked an eyebrow at Randy with a smirk. Randy shrugged and smirked that sexy smirk that John liked.
Randy slipped out of John's arms and pushed him to lie on his side and then laid right next to him, very little space between them. The younger unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down just enough for his clothed cock to be free.
John was extremely turned on. Randy was so sexy. He wasn't afraid or shy. He was taking charge.
Randy then unzipped John's shorts. He struggled a little trying to pull them down. John helped by lifting his body up.
Then Randy shoved his hands in John's boxers and John saw stars. Or were they fireworks? Perhaps angels singing? They were angels, because John was in heaven. Randy hand was warm and held him with a good grip.
Randy was curious. It felt good in his hand. Hot. He wanted to see it. A hard dick. He had only seen his own and the ones from the pornos last night. But this was the real deal.
Randy worked John's boxers down and looked down. He slid his hand up and down slowly, getting the full view. There was a little pre-cum leaking out and Randy felt a flash of heat go through his body. So sexy, he thought.
John had closed his eyes at some point, enjoying the feeling of Randy's hand around his hard shaft. It had been months since he had sex, and let's be real here, the last girl he was with didn't really jerk him off long enough.
John was groaning. He felt so good. He opened his eyes and found Randy's lips for a long hard kiss.
Randy was only getting harder. So he grabbed John's hand and brought it to his clothed dick. John took Randy's dick in his hand, over the boxers and gave a good squeeze, before shoving the boxers down the perfect hips. He could almost drool at the sight of Randy's hard dick in his hand, framed by dark curls.
He leaned back in to make out with Randy has they jerked the other off. Slow. Doing something they had never done before. Then their pace picked up. Both breathing hard against eachother. Hips bucking into tight grips.
Randy felt the familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was so close. He couldn't last any longer feeling John's heavy hand around him. His eyes rolled up as he came. Hot white strands of cum fell on John's hand and Randy let out an airy moan, throwing his head back.
"Fuck."
John couldn't say anything else. What he just witnessed was purely erotic. The hot cum on his fist helped lubricated John's hand as he kept Jerking Randy's off as the younger road out the orgasm.
Randy kept jerking John off, but it was weaker as he came down from the high he just felt. So John leaned in closer so John and Randy's dicks were pressed together, and he took both in his large hand and pumped quickly.
"Oh fuck, Randy," John grunted as he ejaculated. Randy watched his face scrunch and then relax. Hot. He kissed the older man slowly and tenderly as John shivered against him.
They separated and just laid back against the now messed up covers, catching their breathes.
"That was..." John started.
"So good," Randy finished.
In reality, it had been messy, awkward, and alot of fumbling around. But hey, when you're in the moment, it's all good.
John stood up, pulled up his pants, muttered that he'd be right back and went to the near by bathroom. He washed his hands and wet a towelette for Randy. He brought it back and gave it to Randy to clean up. As Randy wiped his hands and dick off, John watched, totally captivated.
Randy smirked up at him and John could swear was going to get hard again.
"Just like porn. Make out first. Then the dicks come out."
Laughter filled the room and John fell back against his bed, looking up at Randy with glassy eyes.
The sandwiches were long forgotten.
Evan had spent the evening at Stephan's house watching Monday Night Raw. It was an okay night. But he was kind of off in space thinking about Randy being so distant.
It was around 9:30 when he realized he had to get home before curfew. He hopped on his bike and spend back home. Five minutes flat.
The minute he opened the door and was ready to turn the hell around and just go back to Stephan's.
His parents were fighting again. They were trying to be hushed, but to Evan it was like they were practically screaming. He followed the voices to the kitchen. He stayed out of sight and just listened. Wondering if his little brother could hear this.
"You think this is okay? Matt being out so late?!" Mom.
"He's at the Farrelly's They live a couple minutes away. What the hell do you think would happen to him?" Dad.
"He could get jumped on the way home!"
"We live in fucking suburbia! The only thing jumping him is you. You are so controlling. Let the kid breathe. He's a smart kid."
"Let him breathe? You're his father! Not his friend! You need to be responsible. You let him out whenever he wants. You buy him whatever he wants. What are you instilling in him? That he can do whatever he wants because his father is chill" She used air quotes, a look of disdain on her face.
"Sorry that I think our sons should have the world." He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What they need is a responsible dad!" She yelled louder. "You want to give your sons the world but you're barely home. When are you going to admit to your sons that you're never home during breakfast because you can't stand being home. Stop making me lie to them and say you're at meetings when you're sitting in the school parking lot drinking starbucks!"
"I'm never home because I can't stand being near you!"
"Don't make me the excuse that you don't spend time with Matt and Mike. Where were you when Matt had a wrestling meet? Or when Mike had a science fair. You were with that whore! That's where you were!"
"Don't call her that! And it's not my fault. I didn't know about those things. You never tell me anything anymore!"
"It's not my job to tell you about your children. How about you fucking talk to them during dinner!"
"I talk to them. And they talk to me. Because they actually like me! Yeah I might give them whatever they want but at least I'm not the reincarnation of Benito Mussolini! Jesus Christ, give them a break sometimes. You put so much pressure on them to be amazing that you barely actually get to know what they like to do for fun!"
Evan couldn't take it anymore. He had heard enough. His mom was suffocating and his dad was a piece of shit.
So Evan did something he hadn't done before. He walked into the kitchen and told his parents to "shut the fuck up already!"
His parents looked at him, arms dropping to their sides. They were a combination of embarrassed and shocked. They had been caught fighting after trying for a long time to cover it up. Not that it worked. Evan had heard them plenty of times.
"Evan, honey-" Mrs. Korklan started. But Evan raised a hand to shush her.
His voice was lower, but still strong. "You two are ridiculous. Mike if probably trying to sleep and you're screaming down here."
Evan's father was going to talk, but Evan glared at him. "If you think we can't hear you at night, you're dead wrong. We hear you. We know you're always arguing. Congratulations are being inconsiderate jerks."
Evan turned around an ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. His parents could hear him mutter something about them being "fucking self centered assholes" as they sat down at the table. They were spent. They were silent. And they looked at eachother sadly.
Evan went to his brother's room, checking on the younger. Mike was sitting against the bed's headboard. He just looked up at his older brother with tearful eyes.
Evan went over to the bed, grabbed his brother in a hug and just comforted the crying boy until he fell into a restless sleep.
It was still a little early, but Evan decided he would sleep there that night, with his little brother in his arms.
After they had laid there talking a little more about homecoming and school, Randy went home.
He had gotten there in time to watch wrestling with his parents. They sat watching, his mom asking Randy how tutoring had gone. Randy just nodded at her.
What was he supposed to say to her. Oh you know. Got my rocks off. Came pretty damn hard. Would do again, 10/10.
"John's a nice boy helping you out," Randy's mom commented.
Randy's dad made a noise for her to stop talking as Triple H was talking.
They watched for a few more minutes.
And then during some commercials, Randy looked at his mom.
"I need to talk to you guys," Randy said.
Fire breathing dragons were attacking eachother in his gut and the little hamster in his head was panicking.
Now or never, Orton. Tell them who you are. Break their hearts.
Mrs. Orton looked at her son and saw his serious face. She took his hand in hers. "What is it, Randy?"
Randy cleared his throat and looked his mother in the eyes, not sparing a glance at his father on the recliner.
"I'm gay."
There was silence, only broken by the white noise of the tv. But no one said anything for a few minutes. He heard his sister stop moving in the kitchen. And Randy's younger brother looked away from the tv and just looked at Randy with wide eyes. His sister edged towards the living room doorway. She didn't look at him. Instead she looked at her feet. Randy's mom look right at her son's eyes, which hadn't left hers. His eyes were stormy.
"What?" Bob Orton was the first to speak.
Randy gulped and looked around the room at the rest of his family. Father stone faced. Brother shocked. Sister worried. Mom pitying.
"I'm gay."
"Are you sure?" Randy's mom asked finally, voice small.
"Yeah," Randy nodded.
She was about to say something. About to hug him close. But her husband's angry voice cut her off.
"No, you are not." Bob stood and glared at his eldest son.
Randy sighed frustrated. He looked at his dad. "It's not exactly a choice. I can't change the fact that I'm gay! I tried, believe me!"
Randy was pissed. His eyes flashed darker. He stood, tall and shoulders broad, as if he was standing his ground.
"No son of mine is a faggot!" Bob yelled now.
From the corner of Mrs. Orton's eye she could see her youngest son scoot farther back so he wasn't so close to the obvious black aura brewing in the living room. Her daughter came and stood near her. Mrs. Orton knew this wasn't going end well. All she wanted to do was talk to her son. But her husband didn't want to understand their son.
"Well, Surprise!," Randy shouted. "Here I am. A faggot."
"Do not yell at me, boy," his father growled.
"What? Don't like it when a stupid little fairy yells at you?"
Randy was losing his cool. He had a bad temper. Everyone knew. He was able to keep it controlled in most cases but when it came to defending himself or a loved one, he would snap. It was something Evan was afraid of. He knew how protective Randy got. That's why he never told Randy about getting bullied. And Randy knew he could get like this. But he was done being cut by his father's words.
He was tired of the slurs. He was tired of trying to hide himself because of his father.
Bob grabbed Randy by the shirt collar. "Who do you think you are talking to me like that, boy?!"
"Stop!" Mrs. Orton cried. But neither her husband nor her son paid attention to her broken voice.
Randy wrenched himself from his father's grasp. His mother was standing now. "I am your son! I am the kid you're supposed to love no matter what I am. And I'm gay, dad."
Bob took the remote and threw it against the carpeted floor near the couch. He turned his angry eyes at his wife. "You did this!" He pointed at her. "I told you that if you kept making him help you around the house that he would be a pansy."
Her eyes watered. Her mouth opened but nothing came out.
"I don't know, dad," Randy said, moving the few steps to block his mother from his father's sight. "Maybe it was you. You kept pressuring me to be a manly man. And instead I get turned on by them."
Bob sneered. "How dare you say such disgusting things in my house?!"
Randy took a step towards his dad. "What are you going to do you homophobic old man?" His voice was quieter, no longer screaming. He was challenging instead.
Bob also took a step forward, not to be challenged by a gay child. "Get the hell out of my house."
This bitter laugh left Randy's lips. "Some dad you are. Kicking your own son out for being gay. You should be so proud of yourself, dad!" He was yelling again, but his voice was breaking. Just like his heart.
He had thought that he didn't care about the way his dad would react, but he did. Because this was his dad. His dad was supposed to love him. And now he was throwing him out.
And all the anger and the resentment boiled in Randy. He was angry about his father's reaction. He was angry about how long it took for him to accept his sexuality. He was angry because he loved his straight best friend. He was angry because his mother was silently crying behind him. He was angry at the world.
So he grabbed the nearest object- a candle from the coffee table- and threw it as hard as he could. It crashed right through the sliding glass porch door. His mother and sister yelped in surprised. His brother jolted.
"I needed you," Randy looked at his dad, hot angry tears ran down his reddened face. "I needed you to be my father and just accept me as your son, no matter what. I needed to know you were there for me like a dad should be." He was sobbing now. "How could you hate your own son because of his sexuality?"
His arms had been open in question. But when he was done talking he angrily wiped his hand across his tearful eyes.
He took a ragged breath. He looked back at his father. The older man had turned his angry red face away from his son, refusing to look at him. "Don't worry, I'm going."
He walked quickly to his room, hearing his mother's pleas for him to comeback. Randy grabbed an empty duffel bag from his closet, from his Pop Warner football days. They felt like so long ago, when his father would cheer from the stands for him. Now he just sneered at him.
Randy grabbed some clothes from his drawers and stuffed them in the duffel. He grabbed his phone charger and put that in there too. Then he grabbed the backpack at the bedside and walked back down the stairs.
He walked past the living room, where his father had sat down and was watching tv again. At the door, his mother stood crying. He kissed her cheek, looked back at his sister who stood in the kitchen again, her arms crossed, eyes red. And then he left.
Walked right out the front door. On to the street, bags in hand. Almost 11 o'clock at night on that Monday night.
He wanted to go to Evan's house, but he wasn't prepared to explain what happened and inadvertently explain his sexuality. Not yet. Not after what just happened. So he grabbed his phone and scrolled to the only name who didn't need as much explanation.
He kept walking as the phone rang.
John was sitting in the living room, doing the homework he hadn't gotten too, while Randy was over... Not that his mom knew that.
His brothers were already in bed, and his dad was snoring on the couch across from him. The tv played quietly for no one.
His mom had just gotten home not too long ago. She was enjoying a hot tea in the kitchen, some romance novel open in front of her.
All was quiet in the Cena household. Just scribbles on paper, snores, and the tv in background.
Suddenly, John's phone started ringing. He looked at the time and then the caller ID. Worry creased his brow.
"Hey," He said quietly, not wanting to wake his dad up. He kept his voice light, despite the knot in his stomach. It was too late on a school night for anything but bad. "What do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?"
"Can you pick me up?" Randy said. His voice was hoarse and faint.
"Are you okay?" John asked, but he was taking the books off his lap and standing up. He walked into the kitchen where his mom looked up at him. She looked at him wondering what was going on this late. He mouthed Randy's name to her and shrugged.
"I uh," Randy coughed at his dry throat. "I got in a fight with my dad after I told him."
"Where are you?" John didn't need any further explanation. But the worry balling in his stomach was getting stronger.
Randy told him the street he was on. John told him to stay put, not to move. He'd be there in a few minutes.
The second he hung up the phone, he rushed to the closet near the door where he had pair of running sneakers. His mom followed him, she was worried now too.
"What's going on?"
John looked at his mom and chewed his lip. This wasn't his story to tell.
Mrs. Cena looked at her son and she could tell that this was something private. "That bad?"
He nodded, grabbing a hoodie for Randy, just in case he was cold.
"He need a place to stay the night?"
"I think so," John said softly.
She took a deep breathe. "Don't speed. It's past driving curfew and you could get your license taken away if a cop stops you." She put a hand up on her son's shoulder. "Make sure he's okay. I'll make some tea for him."
John knew how great a mom he had. He would never take her for granted for the rest of his life.
He was driving down the street Randy told him he'd be on just a few minutes later. He looked around a little before spotting, Randy sitting on the side of the road, head tucked against his legs, like a sad child.
He stopped the car and took long quick steps to be next to his crush. Randy looked at him, tears in his eyes.
John never saw him cry. He'd seen angry, panicked, amused, in love. Never this deep sadness. He pulled Randy up by the arm and hugged him tight.
Randy wrapped his arms around John's middle. He really need this hug. He had really needed strong arms to hold him up.
John held him, feeling Randy's tears drip against his shoulder. "You okay?"
Randy nodded into John's shoulder. And then he shook his head no. "No... . He kicked me out."
John looked down and noticed the bags near their feet. He let go of Randy and grabbed the bags. "You can stay at my house tonight."
The drive back to the Cena residence was silent. Randy had stopped crying, eyes puffy and red. John would look over at him every so often, just to make sure he was okay.
When Cena walked in the front door, Randy's bags on his shoulder, he saw his mom standing against the kitchen counter. His dad was no longer snoring. He was sitting at the kitchen table instead, talking very quietly with his wife.
They went into the kitchen, to Randy's dismay. He wasn't sure he wanted to face people he barely knew right now. But he was met with soft smiles and concern.
Mrs. Cena gave the young man a cup of tea. Even if he didn't drink it, it would be a comfort to hold. She didn't ask anything, just put a soft gentle hand on Randy's arm. "You can stay here for however long you need. Just make sure you tell someone at home so they don't worry."
Randy nodded a little. He looked down at the cup in his hand.
"You can sleep in John's room and he'll sleep in his brother's room, okay?" She spoke again, still considerate. She went back to the counter where her own cup of tea was and drank from it slowly.
Mr. Cena finally stood and walked over to Randy. He looked the boy over and then touched his shoulder to get Randy's attention. Randy looked up at John Senior's face. It was the picture of seriousness. And yet, beneath the hard features, Randy could tell he was worried. Mr. Cena spoke in an even tone, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Randy shook his head, "No, sir."
"Okay," he said, but he kept his hand on Randy's shoulder, rubbing it in a reassuring way. "If you need anything just ask us. We're here for you."
Randy felt his eyes tear up again. This was the father he had needed but didn't get. Randy felt so defeated. He nodded, looking down at the cup in his hand again.
"John get him settled, then get to bed. You two have school tomorrow," Mrs. Cena said.
John would have felt so blessed about the parents he had if he wasn't preoccupied with fretting over Randy.
He led the younger teen the familiar way up to his room, a hand on his back as guidance.
In John's room, Randy put the cup of tea down on the night stand. He looked at John, who stood a few steps away. Randy's icy eyes were tired and sad. "Thank you," he mumbled.
John put Randy's bags down. He took a step closer and hugged the younger man again. Strongly. "I'm here."
He held onto him for a minute before letting go of the embrace. He kissed Randy on the forehead. It was easy and caring. It made Randy feel in some way he couldn't explain. Loved?
John wrapped his hand around Randy's and gave a good squeeze, "Try to get some sleep," he almost whispered.
John closed the door behind him when he left.
The boy slowly and languidly took off his shoes and pants. Then he climbed under the covers. He was exhausted. It felt like this day had gone on forever.
He had gone to school. Did his homework. Have a heart to heart with John. Got and gave a handjob. Came out to his family. Fought with his father.
It was just alot to take in.
The pillow felt nice against his head, and his eyes were drooping, but he grabbed his phone and texted his mom.
I'm at John's house. His parents said it was okay. I'm sorry.
He didn't know what his mom would reply. Maybe she would freak out about staying over at a house she had never seen with people she had never met. But all she replied in the end was "I love you, always."
And that was enough.
My god. That was alot.
I wrote the most of this in one day. My hands need to be in ice to help with the cramping.
I know this was mostly all Randy and John, with some Evan. But Next chapter has alot more drama with everyone.
Also, when I started this fic I was fresh out of high school so writing about high schoolers having sex was easy. But now That I'm alot older the young age is weirding me out lol. So I'm not sure how detailed possible lemons could be in the future. Either way.
Please Read and Review. Love you guys.
Love Natsuki Lee
