This is my last chapter for this one guys. I don't like writing epic length fics and this was just supposed to be about them getting together and Randy's face turn. Hope you guys like this. I always seem to have more trouble ending my fics than starting them.

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It wasn't until after Randy had fallen asleep that John let himself be angry. It burned through him like fire when he thought about his last conversation with Hunter. He understood now the guilt he'd seen in Hunter's eyes, but it didn't do anything for the anger.

Even if Hunter wasn't that guy anymore, even if he had changed and he genuinely felt guilty for what he'd done, it didn't change the fact that he had done it. Now, John had a new insight into who Randy was and he hated it. He hated Hunter for it.

John pulled Randy closer to him and tried to push the anger down. Despite how much he would really like to get his hands on Hunter, he hoped the man followed through on his retirement plans, if only so that Randy wouldn't have to see his face backstage anymore.

But if Hunter did ever come near Randy again, John would make sure he regretted it.

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Randy's leg bounced nervously, his eyes trained on the screen, waiting. John's entrance music would hit soon and then it would start. He was worried. Worried about this plan. John had assured him that he'd gotten backup but when it came down to it, John was the only person Randy trusted backstage. Still, there were apparently a lot of the guys who both liked John and hated the group that had been attacking superstars randomly over the past several weeks.

He'd go down to the ring even if the others bailed, though. He couldn't fathom not doing it, not now. Not after everything that had happened between he and John. His feelings for John had only deepened after he'd told John about his past with Hunter.

Saying out loud, telling John didn't make what happened disappear but something had unwound in him at the confession. There had been a part of him that had been worrying about what John's reaction would be to it.

At the very least, he didn't need to worry about that anymore. And maybe it had helped-a little-telling John and then breaking down right after. He'd never done that before, not even directly after it had happened.

He felt lighter, if only from the freedom from the worry he'd been feeling about John's reaction.

It was only a few minutes later when John was down at ringside, a few after that when Nexus came out to the ring and then he was heading out there too.

Randy and John were the last in the ring. For the first time, Nexus attacked and got their asses kicked for it. Randy stood across from John, smiled, and felt even lighter.

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"They're not going to back off, you know?" Randy asked when they made it backstage, although the smile hadn't left his face.

"I know, but at least we can give them a taste of their own medicine now."

Randy nodded. "We'll win in the end. You'll win." There was confidence in his voice and in his eyes when he met John's gaze.

John couldn't help but to smile in return. "Since when did you turn into an optimist?"

Randy shrugged. "It's your fault."

John's smile widened. "Well, I guess I don't mind taking the blame for that."

Randy snorted and stepped into his personal space. He kissed John lightly. "Meet me back at the hotel?" He asked when he pulled away.

"Of course," John answered. That was a given.

Randy waved on his walk back to the locker room. John watched him go, the smile never leaving his face. It was hard to come down from that high. He and Randy were better than ever, they were finally getting Nexus on the run…

"So, I guess I can't project disapproval anymore," a voice came from his right and John glanced over at Morrison.

"I wish you wouldn't," John admitted. "I get you don't like him…"

"It was never about liking him. It was about worry that he was going to stomp all over you…" Morrison trailed off, studied John a moment. "You actually look happy, though."

"I am happy. Mostly."

"Mostly?" Morrison raised an eyebrow, question in his eyes but John only shook his head. He was still worried about Randy after what he'd revealed, still beyond angry at Hunter.

He'd even considered making a few calls to a few people. Namely, Stephanie and Shawn. He'd never felt so vindictive than after Randy told him about that stuff and he'd thought about Hunter having his happy ending with his wife and kids.

Randy was the only thing that stopped him from doing it. He knew Randy would be furious with him if he did. It had taken a great deal of time and effort for Randy to open up to him. Telling anyone what Randy had revealed would, he knew, be the fastest way to lose what he had with Randy.

It just didn't seem fair to him, at all. Hunter had done something beyond horrible and didn't seem to be suffering for it at all. No, all that suffering fell on Randy's shoulders. It wasn't fair.

He desperately wanted to do something about it. He wasn't even sure if he was really helping Randy. He hadn't even been able to form words after Randy had told him everything, he'd only found it in him to wrap his arms around Randy in a hug.

"John?" Morrison brought him out of his thoughts. "What the hell's going on?"

"Nothing," John managed, finally finding his voice. "You were right, I am happy."

"Well, you looked happy a few minutes ago. Now, not so much." Morrison was frowning at him.

"Just…have some things on my mind." He patted Morrison on his shoulder. "See you later, Johnny."

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Randy's lips were on his as soon as he made it into the hotel room, his hands going to John's belt as he pulled him towards the bed. As usual, John did get lost in the kiss for a few minutes but when he felt one of Randy's hands slip into his jeans, he abruptly pulled away and grabbed a hold of Randy's wondering hands.

"Wait." John forced himself to take a step back.

"What's the problem?" Randy asked with a frown. He was sitting on the bed, staring up at John.

"I just…" John trailed off, unsure of how to put what he was thinking into words. "Don't you think we should wait…"

"We have been waiting," Randy pointed out. "I think it's time we should stop."

John blinked. "Stop? You mean you want-" He gestured to the bed.

"Well, yeah. I mean, we've already done a few things. And I've kind of wanted to for a while now…Why? You don't want to?"

"No, I mean yes. I want to, it's just-" John cut himself off again, chewed his lip a moment. "Do you think this is a good time for that?"

Randy was silent for a minute, studying him and then his eyes narrowed. "You don't want to sleep with me because of what he did." It wasn't a question.

"Look, don't get mad. It's just, you did just tell me about it and I know you've never really dealt with it properly."

But Randy was getting mad. John could see it in his eyes. "So, what? I'm too damaged for you to want me that way now?"

"What? No! How could you think that? Of course I want you. You're probably the sexiest person I've ever known, Randy and that's not even just about looks, everything else about you just adds to that." He paused. "I don't…I don't want to hurt you…"

Most of the anger in Randy's eyes died at his words and he sighed. "You're kind of offending me here, John. I'm not going to break because you kiss me or because we do other things. I've had sex since. I mean, for a while after it happened, it was hard for me to even let other people get close but that was one part of it that I actually did get past. And, besides that, it's you."

"What do you mean?" John asked warily.

"Okay, so we do the real sappy stuff, then." Randy stood, took a step closer to him. "Look, I'm not completely okay. I still have nightmares and anger management issues and I can't be in the same room with Hunter without being completely terrified of the man but I think-" He paused, shook his head. "I feel like I might be okay…you know, someday."

"You do?" John asked as Randy put a hand on his cheek.

A soft smile lit Randy's face and he brushed his thumb over John's cheekbone. "I do. And I think it's gonna be because of you."

John stared up at him, a little in awe of the words. "I love you," he breathed out finally, and froze as soon as the words left his mouth.

Randy's smile only widened and he leaned in to kiss John, answering John's words when he pulled back.

"I love you too."

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I really hope you guys liked this ending. I might write a sequel someday, maybe when I finish my other wrestling fic.