Title: I don't know why…

Characters: Randy Orton, Edge and mentions of John Cena

Rating: R

Content: M/M Relationships, Language and implied sex

Summery: just read it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea

I don't know why I do this shit to him. Ever since we were split, I can't just help it. It's been happening for some three months or more. I can't keep my hands to myself; can't keep my dick in my pants. I'm in my hotel room with, yes someone else. Not my lover. As I leaned down to kiss the man, wanting to hurry this along. Get my pleasure and get him out before someone hears us.

I undress myself then him. I leaned down kissing him once more. I moan as I feel him slide down between my legs and completely engulf me. He began deep throating me like there was no tomorrow. As good as this feels I need to hurry and finish, I'm in no mood for foreplay.

I reach down and pull his head up and off of my throbbing member. I push him onto his back and grab the tube of lube. Popping the cap, I squirt a generous amount of the sticky substance on in palm of my hand. I quickly lubed myself up and prepped him. As I was about to slide in and shrill sound made me stop and pull away.

The shrill sound came from my cell phone lying on the night stand. Grumbling I look at the man under me and mouth 'one minute'. I swing my leg over and sit down on the edge of the bed. Grabbing my cell phone and answering it without looking at the caller Id.

"Hello" I grumbled.

"Hey baby thought I'd call and see how you're doing" It was him, my lover.

"Oh Hey babe um I didn't expect you to call so early" I mumbled looking back at man lying on the bed nude.

"Yeah sorry about that, I just had to hear you're voice; had to talk to you before I went to sleep" he said softly and I could almost see him blushing. A faint smile formed on my face.

"I'm not mad" I say softly. "You called earlier then I thought you would is all".

"Were you busy? If so I'll call back a little later"

"Yeah I was a little busy".

"Ok then I'll call back but I wanted to tell you that I love and miss you very much"

"I love you too, I miss you and wish you were here with me right now" I said feeling a little guilty about what was about to happen as soon as I got off the phone. I heard him sob and smiled. He always was the emotional type. Now I feel disgusted with myself. I have this sweet great lover who stays faithful and look what I do behind his back.

'But it doesn't have to happen' A voice taunted me in my head. It was right. It doesn't have to happen.

"Ok well I'll call you later" He sobbed.

"Ok talk you later then bye"

I hung up and turned to the man lying on the bed. He grabbed me and kissed me hard. But I didn't respond, instead I pushed him off. He looked at me with hurt as I grabbed my boxers off the floor and pulled them on.

"Get out John"

He growled and got dressed, surprisingly he didn't argue. I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes. Wondering why I deserved a great lover, wondering why I deserved all that I've gotten so far. I know I don't deserve to be in this Business, I know I don't deserve to be a WWE champion and, I know I damn sure don't deserve Adam Copeland.

My Lover.

My Soul Mate.

My Heart.

My Life.

'Why' do I do this to him? To be honest I don't know why, but I know one thing. I'll try my damn hardest to stop, because even though I don't deserve him, I'll try my damn hardest to keep him. With those final thoughts Randy Orton drifted off to sleep.