Randy winced as he was glared at by everyone in the room. He had arrived at the arena only to be grabbed and dragged into a room where Phil, Jay, Mark and Glenn were waiting to ambush him with the guilt trip. "Can you please just go ahead and get it over with already?" he asked, kind of fearing for his life at the moment. He knew what this was going to be about and he was not looking forward to facing the music.

"How could you do that to Cody?" Jay asked, rolling up a newspaper and then bashing it over Randy's head. "Tell me! How could you do that you son of a--"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Phil said, pulling Jay back. He was playing "good cop" to Captain Charisma's "bad cop". "Let's just cool down there buddy. We--"

"I don't want to calm down!" Jay yelled, shoving Phil away. "I want answers damn it!" He grabbed Randy by the shirt and started beating the Viper even harder with the newspaper. "How could you do that to Cody?" he yelled. "Huh? How! He's your friend!"

"I know damn it!" Randy said, snatching the newspaper out of Jay's hand and then kicking him away. "Do you think I'm not aware of how badly I screwed up?"

"No," Glenn said honestly. "You tend to have your head up your ass more often than not. Seriously, how did you NOT know that Cody was in love with you?"

Randy looked down at his feet. "He never said--"

"But it was so obvious!" Jay moaned unhappily. He tried to reach out to smack Randy again but Phil held him back. "Good God man, he's been pining over you ever since he came to the WWE. Even Kelly Kelly figured it out and she's dumber than a post!"

Randy stared at him incredulously. "Smelly Kelly figured it out before me?" Now he felt extremely stupid.

Phil rolled his eyes. "Now that is just a stupid nickname. She's stupid, not smelly."

"Yeah but calling her smelly is catchy," Jay said with a chuckle. The chuckle ended a few seconds later though, when he remembered that there was still important business to tend to. "You broke his heart Orton. You fucked him and then took that icky red organ and smashed it with a sledgehammer and ran over it with a car--"

"I get the point Jay," Randy snapped, flinching when he heard the word "sledgehammer". That word made him think about Hunter, which was the last thing he wanted to do. "I feel like a complete and total dick and I want to make things right…I have to make things right." He looked at Mark, hoping that the Deadman could give him some sort of advice. If anyone could tell him how to make things right, it was Mark.

Unfortunately, Mark was not even paying attention to him. In fact, he wasn't even aware that anyone was even looking at him until Glenn elbowed him in the stomach. "What the hell was that for?" he asked unhappily.

"Your assistance is needed," Glenn replied, pointing to Randy.

"Oh." Mark looked Randy right in his eyes and shook his head. "You're fucked," he declared. "You're just as fucked as I am."

Randy blinked. That had not been what he had wanted to hear.

"Well jeez, that's really fucking negative," Jay said in disbelief. "What the hell is up your butt today?"

"James," Glenn said with a smirk. "Literally."

"No, not literally," Mark said with a sigh. "But James is the problem. He…he's losing it."

"Losing it in what sense?" Randy asked nervously. He had made sure to stay out of Lawson's way once he had found out what he and his sons really were. Just because Jeff loved him didn't mean he wanted anything to do with that shit.

Mark shook his head. "He just…he's not happy about the not killing thing. I'm handling it though."

Glenn frowned. "Do I need to--"

"No," Mark said immediately. "Just stay out of it. The less people involved, the better." He shook his head in disbelief. "Why are we focusing on my problems? I thought this was supposed to be about Randy."

"Aw come on, don't put this back on me," Randy whined. "I know I fucked up big time. Rubbing it in my face isn't going to change anything."

Phil sighed. "And as much as I hate to say this, you're right. Us bitching at you isn't going to change what you did. But it will get you to get your butt in gear and try to make things right."

"How though?" Randy asked. "He's been avoiding me for three days."

"Yeah well, you better figure out a way to get to him," Jay said firmly. "Or we're going to beat you like a two dollar ho."

Randy wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but he knew he didn't want to find out. Now hopefully Cody will just talk to me…not that I blame him for not wanting to. I really fucked up this time.

…

"I don't want to see him," Cody said, trying to lace up his boots even though his fingers felt like lead. "I can't see him. I just can't."

Ted sighed and rubbed his back. He had gathered up Mor, Evan and Jeff and the four of them were trying to comfort the distraught man. "I know you feel like that Codes. But you can't avoid him forever."

Cody was very aware of that, but he didn't want to even think about it. The thought of coming face to face with Randy again was absolutely terrifying.

"Do you want me to beat him up for you?" Mor offered. He sounded absolutely eager to do that for him.

Evan snorted. "What are you going to do, beat him with your blow dryer?"

"What if I did?" Mor asked defiantly. "Huh? What if I did? What would you do then?"

"Laugh at your stupidity," Evan replied, easily jumping up and catching Mor in a headlock as the Shaman of Sexy rushed at him. Cody wanted to laugh as they began wrestling around. There was always entertainment value in Mor and Evan beating the crap out of each other. But today it hurt too much to even think about smiling, so he didn't even attempt to do it.

Jeff sighed and sat down on the other side of Cody so he could hug him tightly. "I'm so sorry," he said. "I really am."

"Thanks," Cody said. The apology didn't really make him feel better but at least Jeff cared.

Ted finally stopped rubbing Cody's back and made him look at him. "You and I need to go out tonight. I can't let you mope anymore. It's not healthy for you." He quickly put his hand over Cody's mouth when he started to object. "I'm not saying we need to find you someone else. I'm just saying that you need to try to take your mind off of this."

Cody sighed. He wanted to keep arguing but he knew it would be absolutely pointless. Ted was harder than hell to argue with. "Do I have to have fun?" he asked when Ted moved his hand away.

"If you really don't want to," Ted said reluctantly.

"Okay. Then I guess I'll go."

…

"Baby you can't seriously be thinking about going and talking to my family," John said as he watched Shawn try to get ready for his match. He had just been made aware of HBK's plans and he was trying to talk the older man out of it. He appreciated the offer, but he didn't think it was necessary. "You don't need to get involved with my family drama."

"But I want to," Shawn said, turning around and putting his hands on his hips. "Besides, if I'm not going to talk to them, who will? You won't do it."

John sighed. "I know I won't, but that's because I know a lost cause when I see one."

Shawn rolled his eyes before straddling John's lap. "Getting your family to stop treating you like an outcast is not a lost cause. They're making you feel like shit and I'm not going to stand for it."

John smiled softly. "You're too good for me." He really meant that too.

Shawn smirked. "I know. But you're stuck with me so…" He kissed John lightly, deepening it when John responded eagerly. They made out on the bench for several minutes, and then Shawn wrapped his legs around John's waist and that was all it took for the champ to move and lay his lover down on the floor.

"I should lock the door," John said as he undressed the both of them.

Shawn shook his head. "No," he said. "Don't get up. I need you to keep touching me."

John couldn't deny that request. He quickly got rid of the rest of their clothes before he began kissing his way down Shawn's body, exploring it like he had never touched it before. Shawn let him get down to his stomach before bucking his hips up and making them roll over so he was on top. "We've got to move fast," he said, moving himself so that they were in the 69 position. "My match is coming up real soon."

John groaned as he felt Shawn take his entire length into his mouth at once. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Shawn's very talented mouth until Shawn began digging his nails into his thigh. "Alright alright," he said with a strained chuckle. It was getting really hard not to just thrust up like there was no tomorrow. He licked his lips before putting two fingers in his mouth and getting them nice and wet. Once he was satisfied that they were sufficiently lubricated, he slipped them inside of Shawn while teasing the blonde's shaft with his tongue.

"Oh fuck," Shawn groaned, moving back against John's fingers. "Don't tease…"

John chuckled before deep throating Shawn expertly, making Shawn moan loudly. He knew he should try to get his lover to quiet down, especially since the door wasn't locked. But he was so turned on by Shawn's moaning and writhing that he just continued to suck and finger his baby harder, doing all the things he knew he enjoyed.

"Mmmhhhh fuck!" Shawn gasped, trying to go back to sucking John but too distracted to really do so. "Baby fuck me please…

"You sure that's what you want?" John asked, probing Shawn's prostate with his fingers.

Shawn nodded desperately. "Yes! Please, I need it so bad."

"Well what my baby wants…" John didn't get to finish his sentence. Shawn slipped away from him and then straddled his waist, sitting down on his thick cock at the same time he started thrusting upwards.

"John!" Shawn cried out, closing his eyes and whimpering loudly.

John groaned, grabbing a hold of Shawn's hips and thrusting upwards slowly. "So tight," he groaned, watching Shawn's face and loving the look of pleasure on it. "So hot for me…"

"Just you," Shawn agreed, starting to move his hips in time with John's thrusts. John took that as a signal to start thrusting faster, which he did. Shawn whimpered and leaned forward to kiss John hungrily, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. John growled and forced Shawn to start riding him harder, which just reduced Shawn to a moaning and writhing mess.

"John please," Shawn whimpered. "Fuck, please, I'm so close…"

Without saying a word, John grabbed a hold of Shawn's cock and started stroking it roughly. "Cum for me baby," he gasped, already feeling Shawn's walls tightening around his cock. "Cum…with me…"

Shawn keened loudly as he sprayed his release all over John's chest and stomach, and just seconds later John came deep inside his fiancé, filling him to the point that he was sure that some was going to leak out when they got up.

The door suddenly opened, taking them both by surprise. "Damn it Shawn, our match is--" Hunter froze when he saw the position Shawn and John were in. At first he looked shocked but then it was quickly replaced with a look that was mixed of hurt, envy and anger. John winced, knowing that the Game still had feelings for Shawn, even though their relationship had ended years ago because of Hunter's need to control and manipulate his lovers.

"Uh…hi," Shawn said awkwardly. "I'll be ready in a minute."

Hunter just grunted before storming out.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Great." He smiled at John and kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too," John said. "Be careful out there with him, okay?"

Shawn nodded. "Don't worry, I will."