Thank you for the very nice reviews :) Here's Chapter 2.
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Chapter 2: Avoidance
The next morning, Randy woke up with a headache….
….He slowly got up, brushed his teeth and popped some Tylenol in his mouth, even though it was on an empty stomach…
After drinking it down with some water, he grabbed a towel and headed back to bathroom for a shower…
As soon as he shut the door, he heard his cell phone ringing…
Randy sighed and walked out, picking up his iPhone in the bedroom….
"What?" he answered, harshly.
"Someone doesn't sound too happy this morning," said John Cena.
"I'm not really in a good mood right now," Randy told him. "What do you want?"
"Just wanted to know if you were up for breakfast with me and—"
"No. Goodbye." He ended the call and threw the phone onto the bed, almost missing…
….then went for his shower.
The steamy hot water coated his sleek, tan skin and he closed his eyes….
He remembered the dream he had last night….
John was in it.
They were in the locker room talking about their matches when all of a sudden Cena slipped off his shirt with a single hand and threw it on the ground.
"What're you doing?" Randy asked him.
But John said nothing and stepped closer with a grin on his face…
Randy backed up… "John, what the hell are you doing?"
He got closer…
"John… get away from me."
Then he stopped.
Randy sighed in relief as he thought John had stopped completely, but he watched in horror as John unzipped his pants and let it fall to the floor…
He had no underwear underneath.
So he was naked.
Randy's heart sped up…
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN' CENA?" he asked, trying to back up even more… But there's only so much space in a locker room.
When Randy hit the wall with his back, his heart pounded even harder, if that was possible.
John was inches away from him as he smirked and reached out to touch Randy's crotch...
"I won't tell….. if you won't…" Cena said, with his hot breath blowing softly on the side of Orton's neck…
Randy's whole body shivered as John squeezed him through his pants, but he said weakly, "Get..… the fuck… away… from me…. Cena."
"Admit it," John said, not letting go. "Admit that I turn you on."
"You …don't," Orton told him, trying to ignore the pressure….
But he felt himself get extremely hard under John's hand…
"Your body says otherwise, Randy," John replied…
"Just get away from me John…. I WILL hurt you…"
"Then hurt me."
But the sensations rushing through Randy's body wouldn't stop in time to let him do anything requiring force…
"Just kiss me," John said.
"No…"
"Kiss me."
"Fuck you."
"Fine then…. I'll make you. I'll make you kiss me…. Then I'll make you moan for me….. then I'll make you come for me….."
Randy's eyes widened as he tried to push Cena away but for some reason he wouldn't budge...
"I'm in control of everything now," John said with an evil smirk. "So now I am going to FUCK YOU."
That's when Randy got out of the dream in the middle of the night… he was sweating….. and panting….
He didn't fall back asleep properly for at least a half an hour….
Randy turned in the shower, letting the hot water rush down his backside…
It was just a fucking dream, he told himself. Just because I spend too much time with Cena…. I need a break from him.
Knowing John and company were probably at the closest diner for breakfast; Randy drove to another diner further out…
When he sat down by the window, waiting for someone to take his order, his cell phone rang again.
The Caller ID read, John Cena.
Randy rolled his eyes and muted the ringer.
"Fuck you John."
After breakfast, it was gym time.
Randy contemplated which gym to go to…
The one where John was…. Or a more expensive one….
This is stupid, he told himself. Why the hell am I hiding from him? I'm not a wimp.
He frowned as he stepped on the gas pedal and drove back to the local area, where the main gym was.
Before stepping inside, he took a deep breath, hoping that Cena wouldn't come and jump down his throa—
"Hey, Randy!" John came over and greeted him with a smile.
"Oh… hey John."
"You still in a bad mood?"
"Not really…"
"Sweet. Come on then, you're late. I've been here for like half-an-hour already dude."
"Good for you…"
"Yeah … I think you're still in a bad mood," John said, before re-joining the other guys…
Randy put his stuff down and began working out on one of the pieces of equipment, trying to get Cena off of his mind…
After a hard, long workout a sweat-covered Randy walked into the men's restroom and dried his face off with a hand towel…
He looked into the mirror at himself for a while…
Just then the door opened and a sweat-covered John walked in….
Shit, Randy thought to himself.
But John hardly looked at him, just started washing his hands in one of the sinks. "You have a good workout?" John asked him plainly, still not looking in his direction.
"… Yeah. You?"
"Always."
John wiped his face with his own towel, then placed it around his neck…
Randy stared down into the sink….
He could feel John watching him….
"You know, if you're pissed at me for what I did yesterday, you should've just told me instead of trying to avoid me."
Randy turned to him.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, pretending not to know.
"That whole… weird situation last night. Don't play dumb."
Randy said nothing, so John continued.
"I don't like when people aren't honest with me; especially my friends. It makes me feel like I'm not worth the truth."
Still…. Randy said nothing.
"Next time you're upset with me about something, just fucking tell me to my face that way it'll save me the time of wondering and save you the time of running away."
"I wasn't fucking running away from you," Randy said, angrily.
"Then what was it then? Hiding? Would you prefer I call it hiding?"
"I was-"
"Or maybe 'avoiding' would be a better word… yeah Ima go with that one."
Randy shook is head. "John just let me—"
"Explain? Nah… You don't need to explain anything to me. I get it. You don't want me around you. No big deal. No problem. No sweat. It's cool."
But Randy could see right through him…
"You know that's not what I—"
"What you meant? Oh. That's too bad. I'd stick around and listen to you but… you probably shouldn't even tell me. I'm not worth the truth, remember?"
And with that, John walked towards the door to leave…
"John, wait."
"I'll see you around, Randy."
Then he left.
Standing there for about 6 minutes, then taking a piss, Randy didn't come out of the restroom for a good 10 minutes.
And when he did, John Cena was nowhere in sight.
"Hey, where did John go?" he asked one of the guys who were working out with him.
They shrugged. "He didn't say."
"Alright…. Thanks..."
Randy sighed and went to get his stuff…
John's POV
Fuck you Randy…
…you stupid, lying, ungrateful son-of-a-bitch.
You think I'm stupid if you didn't know that I knew why you were acting like an asshole to me…
You lied to me when you pretended that it was okay for me to do what I did last night…
I was just caught up in the fucking moment.
That's it.
What the fuck else did you think?
And just because I was being a good friend and worrying about you and caring about you, you took it as something annoying…
Yet we're supposed to be best friends?
Psh.
Yeah, right.
Best friends my ass.
You gonna take me as dumb, lie to me, and take my kindness for weakness?
Time to taste your own medicine…
We'll see how you like it this time.
Randy's POV
What was I supposed to do?
I was weirded out by the fact that Cena wanted to screw me in my dream, so whenever I saw him or stood around him, I just… felt uncomfortable.
So I wanted to stay away from him as much as possible.
It didn't necessarily have anything to do with last night when he was secretly masturbating right next to me…
(Though that was pretty weird too…)
But there was NO WAY IN HELL I could tell him about the dream. He'd probably freak the fuck out and not wanna talk to me anymore.
He'd think I was gay...
…WHICH I AM CERTAINED that I'm NOT.
But that didn't explain how seeing John masturbate made me … A LITTLE… A TINY BIT….. MAYBE…. SLIGHTLY… turned on.
…
Shit, I'm so fucking confused.
And it's all Cena's fault.
Now I see why I needed to avoid him.
I think I still do.
FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN!
When I arrived at the arena with my stuff and walked inside, Ted Dibiase came over and said, "Hey, man what's up?"
"Hey Ted," I replied wearily.
"What's the matter?" Ted asked, as we walked down the hallway.
"Nothin… Cena pisses me off, that's' all."
"Well what happened?"
"It's nothin really… I don't feel like talkin about it."
"Oh. Okay, no problem. But just so you know, I came to tell you that you're in a tag team match tonight against Wade Barrett and Cody."
"Who's my partner? Do I get to pick?"
"No. It's John Cena."
I stopped in my tracks.
"Who?"
"Cena."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep."
"Oh… well thanks for letting me know, Ted."
"No prob. See you around Randy," he said, patting me on the back.
I went to my locker room and sat down on the bench…
Fucking Hell.
John's POV
"I'm taggin with WHO?"
"Randy Orton," Triple H informed me for the second time.
I sighed shook my head…
"What? You don't like him?"
"Honestly? I don't."
"Thought you two were best friends."
"Not anymore we aren't."
"Well you still gotta tag with him tonight. It's already been official. Do whatever you wanna do out there with him, just make sure you guys put on a good match and entertain the fans as much as possible. That's what Vince said. Got it?"
"Yeah I got it, H."
"Great. Good luck to you guys," he said before walking away.
Fucking hell.
The Main Event: John Cena & Randy Orton vs Wade Barrett and Cody Rhodes
(Third-Person POV)
Randy's music hit and the Viper walked out to the ring with a stern look on his face…
Let's just get this shit over with, he thought to himself.
After doing his signature stance up on the ropes, he stepped down and shook his tatted arms a little… ready for his "partner" to come out.
Cena's music hit and Randy glared at his former best friend on the titantron …
Finally, John came running out in a burst of energy as always…
… and smiling…
He wore a white CeNation t-shirt with light blue jean shorts that were slightly ripped, and a brand-new pair of white Nikes.
He did his salute to the audience and ran down the ramp, sliding into the ring…
Randy tightened his jaw and watched as John glanced over at him… still smiling.
Don't fucking smile at me... Orton mentally told him.
As if he got the message, Cena dropped the smile and looked away.
Pretty soon, Wade Barrett and Cody Rhodes made their entrance and Randy stood as far away from John as possible…
Cody and Barrett looked like they were agreeing that Wade should take Randy…
But since Randy had no interest in fighting Wade, he stepped out onto the apron, leaving John to face him…
Then the referee signaled for the bell to ring.
For the next 7 minutes, Cena completely dominated Barrett…
Every move he did that inflicted pain on Wade, John would look over at Randy…
Orton glared back at him with his icy blue eyes…
When John turned around, though, he got punched in the face by Wade, knocking him to the ground.
Randy smirked a little…
Soon, Wade tagged in Cody and they worked on John Cena like nobody's business…
Cena needed help…
He tried crawling over to Randy to tag him but Cody held him back and kicked him in the gut…
…
Randy didn't have any intentions of helping John out, but he did want to win the match so he extended his hand and shouted, "C'mon John!"
But Cody and Wade held him back as much as they could with hard blows to each of his limbs…
Wade had to get out the ring cause he was in too long, but Cody made sure John stayed down.
Rhodes smiled at the audience and raised his arm, showing off…
That's when Cena kicked Cody's right leg, toppling him to the floor.
The crowd cheered loudly as John crawled toward Randy…
Orton's hand was shaking in anticipation as Cena got closer…
And finally…..
….
…..
…
He tagged him.
Randy jumped into the ring, did his double clothesline and scoopslammed Cody Rhodes.
The crowd went wild as Orton then grabbed Cody, acted like he was about to throw him out of the ring, then pulled him back through the second ropes in DDT-position.
"1….2…3….4…-"The ref was almost to five when Randy smashed Cody's face to the floor….
The adrenaline surged through his entire body as he went to that place in his head…
He quickly got down to the ground, pounding his arms on the mat , ready for the RKO…
Rhodes stood shakily on his feet…..
…then turned around….
And…
RK-!
...No, Rhodes pushed him back, making Randy bounce off of the ropes and straight into a dropkick…
Orton was stunned for a while and tried to regain his composure…
John Cena was yelling, "C'mon Randy! C'mon!" He got the crowd chanting, "Ran-dy! Ran-dy! Ran-dy!"
Randy crawled over to the corner where Cena was and reached out to him….
John reached out even more and their hands almost touched….
That's when Orton jumped over and expected to tag Cena's hand quickly, but John pulled his hand away…
The crowd went almost silent.
Cody and Wade stared at John in amazement as he stepped down the steel steps and continued to walk up the ramp…
Randy got to his feet and watched him in disbelief. "GET BACK HERE CENA!" he shouted.
But John didn't stop…
When he disappeared backstage, Rhodes tried to sneak up behind Orton but Randy hit him with the RKO…
As Cody rolled out of the ring in pain, Barrett touched him when Randy's back was turned temporarily…
Then Wade ran over and picked Randy up on his shoulders…
….and hit him with "Wasteland."
He covered him.
"1…..2…..3."
Barrett (and Rhodes) had won the match.
The crowd booed as the referee raised Wade's hand in victory…
"The winner of this match is Wade… BARRETT… and Cody… RHODES," Justin Roberts announced.
Randy's back was hurting like hell and he couldn't believe John would leave him like that.
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU JOHN! YOU FUCKING LOSER!
When Randy made it backstage after the show, he pushed past people with one hand holding his back and shouted, "Where's Cena? Where the fuck is Cena!"
"I think he's outside," a guy said.
Randy rushed out through the back door and looked around the parking lot, in nothing but his trunks.
"Cena!" he yelled. "Cena! Where are you, you son of a bitch!"
But John was nowhere in sight.
Um. You avoided him. So now he's avoiding you. What did you expect Randy?
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