Chapter 4 Its my fault

John's POV

I had managed to avoid Randy for an entire week, I wasn't quite sure how I did it but I hadn't seen or heard from him. I don't know what was killing me, the guilt or the confusion. I was a straight man who was married to a very sweet attractive woman but here I was craving the touch of my best friend who was a man. Not once in my years as a wrestler did I ever think that way about another man and now suddenly here I was. Don't get me wrong the sex with Jamie was still earth-shattering but again I found myself wanting to reduce Randy to the same state I got Jamie, begging and whimpering for more. Sighing I headed to my hotel room, for the night I was done with work and I could just relax, perhaps if I was lucky and she remembered I could have some skype sex with Jamie. Throwing my stuff in a corner of the room I noticed another gym bag, closing my eyes I silently prayed that someone else had that same gym bag.

"Hey long time no see" Randy drawled coming out of the bathroom, luckily he was dressed but that still didn't help my cravings.

"Yeah busy with stuff" I couldn't even look him in the eye anymore. More confusion and guilt working its way into my system.

"Anyone would think you were avoiding me Cena"

"Nah-uh"

Randy finally let out that annoyed frustrated groan, that only served to turn me on. "We have to talk about what happened at some point John"

"No. We don't"

"Yes we do"

"Why!" I yelled "Why do we have to talk about it!"

"Because I would like to know how we went from best buddies to fucking each other on my couch"

I closed my eyes remembering that night, I had to admit I enjoyed it more than I thought possible. "I don't want to talk about Rand, we were drunk, no deeper meaning just pure drunkeness"

Randy let out a sigh "Ok but for what its worth I'm sorry"

"Don't be sorry, it was both our mistake but please Rand Jamie cannot find out. I love her and I don't wanna lose her or my son"

"John I've done some bad things but I won't add messing up your marriage to the list and I should be sorry because what happened was my fault"

"How was it your fault?" I just looked at him confused, reconizable guilt pouring throughout that delicious system.

"Remember you said we should eat alot of candy and I said we should fuck. So we came to a compromise, first we would fuck" "Then we would eat alot of candy" I finished for him as the memory came back. Technically it was his fault but I couldn't be mad at him. I may of been drunk but I still had a choice.

"So for what its worth I'm sorry"

I sighed shaking my head "Don't be, lets just move on shall we?"

Randy finally grinned "Deal. Now do you wanna top or bottom tonight?"

What the fuck!

Randy burst out laughing at the look on my face "Too easy! Relax Cena I was joking!" Still laughing he fiddled around with one of the beds. Half of me was glad he was joking the other half disappointed. Why oh why did I want this new found sexuality with him?