A/N: Thanks for all the reviews… I'm so glad you guys like it. I've been working on chapter two on my way to Liverpool to see John in action tomorrow night at Raw. No doubt this will inspire me some more. It's a shame but I think Randy's going to be in Birmingham, so no Centon action at the show. Oh well, we have our dreams.

One Month Later…

Since the wedding, Randy found keeping himself at arm's-length from the rest of the locker room.

The time spent with John the previous month had caused him so much guilt he couldn't focus on his job. Never before had he found anything so distracting that it affected his performance in the ring. He was glad to be keeping himself away from the other superstars, particularly John, when it turned out that Liz would be touring with him for a couple of weeks after the wedding. There was no way he would have been able to look her in the face without breaking down and telling her what had happened.

He also found the same when it came to his own family. He had been happily married to Sam for two years and more than anything he didn't want to hurt her, so instead of going home, he found an excuse to stay on tour for the days in between the shows. This in itself made the guilt even worse. Not because of what he did, not for leaving Sam at home again, she was used to it by now. No, he felt worse because of his daughter, Alana. She was only a year, but he naturally felt bad not being around as much as he would like, missing out on so many of the firsts that come with newborns. Now he was deliberately staying away just so he could run away from his problems.

If anything could be worse than the guilt, it was Randy's confusion. All because of that goddamn kiss.

"Hey, Orton, head out of the clouds," quipped Paul. Randy looked up and tried to look pissed but he knew his men tor was just trying to be nice.

"I'm good. Just getting my head in the right space for tonight," he lied.

"Look, you've obviously got something going on at home that's got you distracted but you're making stupid mistakes."

"What are you talking about?" Randy knew of course, everyone saw his mistakes. It was easier for Paul "Triple H" Levesque to think that it were problems at home, than let on it was simply his own mind causing the problems.

"Kid, you can't get a sentence out at the moment without tripping over the words. Why do you think John and I are handling the mic work tonight?"

Randy could see out the corner of his eye that people were watching the interaction, listening to Paul's lecture. Something in him snapped. He hated it when people couldn't mind their own business.

"What the hell are you all looking at?" Randy yelled pushing the chair out from under him, looking over to everyone eyeing the situation. "Why don't you get the hell out of my space."

He grabbed hold of Paul's shirtfront and stared him down. Without letting go of Paul, Randy pulled his arm back ready to throw a punch.

"Randy!" A voice yelled from across the room. "Get in my office now."

Randy shoved Paul back into the table and chairs, then snaked his way out of the cafeteria. As he exited, he glared down at Emma. Now he was in for it.

Emma was a fair-minded tour manager; she knew it was hard on people to be away from their family and so let them all get away with acting like idiots, as long as they didn't put the company into disrepute. The only thing Emma wouldn't stand for was violence, unless it was in the ring or a stunt for the show.

He made his way through the corridors toward her office, keeping his head down as he went along, not wishing to deal with the looks of disapproval or concern from the crewmembers.

"Randy," he heard from ahead. He still didn't look up. He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with him. Not after so much effort to avoid him.

"Randy," he heard again. Once more, he didn't look up. He simply rounded the corner and entered Emma's office.

Once inside, he sat down on the couch and held his head in his hands until he heard the click of the door. Unexpectedly he felt her presence next to him.

"So…" she said in a gentle tone.

"I'm sorry; I lost my temper," he replied

"I saw that," she said, gentler still.

Randy didn't know why she wasn't angry. Yelling at him for going to punch the son-in-law of Vince McMahon. He was grateful she wasn't yelling, but also a little scared at the calm reserved nature about her.

"So…" she prompted again.

"I won't do it again…" he ventured, not knowing what to say.

"I'm not worried about that; it happens, people get angry," she said. "I'm more concerned about you. Contrary to popular belief you don't lose your temper easily; so what's going on?"

"Something happened at John's wedding last month," he explained.

"Between you and Sam?"

"Between me and… another person," he said registering the shock in Emma's eyes.

"Does Sam know? Is this why you've been so distracted?" Emma said jumping up from her place on the couch; she started to pace. "I almost wish I didn't ask."

"No, Sam doesn't know," Randy said sadly.

"Randy, how can you be having an affair? You two are good together. Not to mention Alana; have you thought about her?" Emma said ranting.

"Em, Em," he said almost chuckling. "I'm not having an affair. It was just a kiss."

"Not much better Orton."

Randy did laugh this time. For someone who had loved this sport since she was a child, left her home country when she was barely an adult for a career with the WWE. Emma could be laughably naïve. Maybe that was why she was still single.

"One day, I would like to find a wrestler who can stay faithful to their partner," she said without looking at Randy, who was having a good laugh at her expense. "Why are you laughing? This isn't funny."

"Actually, it is; you're just so… old fashioned," he said. "And I mean that in a good way."

"Are you trying to justify your actions or distract me into forgetting them?"

"Neither of those; just listen. I just, I got confused over the matter; guilt ridden even. I don't know how to get over it."

"Who was it? Was it one of the divas on the tour?"

"No; and I can't tell you who it was."

"Oh god, you were drunk weren't you, you can't tell me because you don't know."

Randy couldn't help but laugh again. Emma was taking this all the wrong way but he couldn't tell her the truth. How could he, he couldn't look up and say 'I kissed John Cena, now I think I might be gay or at least bisexual.'

"I just can't tell you, not because I don't know, but because it wouldn't be right to do so."

He watched as Emma took a deep breath and calmed herself. At least if he were ever to tell Sam he'd know how she'd react. Talking to Emma had been good practice for him.

"Is there anything I can do?" she finally asked.

"Keep it to yourself; I don't want the whole locker room knowing my business."

"Okay, but listen, if you need to talk, please find me. I don't need half the roster with black eyes."

"I promise," he said. "Oh and thanks. I haven't had a smile on my face for a couple of weeks now."

"Go get ready for tonight," she said, back to being the boss.

As Randy left Emma's office, he came face to face with John Cena.

"Follow me," he ordered.

Before Randy could start to object, John was dragging him along by the wrist.

"John, I have to get ready for tonight."

"Your ring gear consists of boots, kneepads, and the WWE version of Speedos. You don't need a lot of time to get ready."

Before Randy knew it, he John pushed him into his private locker room. John closed the door and walked passed Randy.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" he ordered without looking at Randy.

"I haven't," Randy said, trying to sound puzzled.

"Randy we haven't seen each other since I got back… except for in the ring… we haven't even spoken to go over the matches before hand. It's all been through other people."

"John, we've both been busy. Sometimes that happens," Randy countered.

"Don't give me that bullshit. If you haven't been avoiding me then why did you blatantly ignore me earlier?"

Randy wanted to get out of there. He wasn't ready to deal with John; he wasn't sure what was going on between the two of them. All he knew was at this second, he was watching John's ass as he bent over to get something from his bag. He'd never noticed how nice John's butt was. Hell, he'd never even looked at it before. Why was he starting to notice it now?

"I'm waiting for an answer Randy," John said looking back over his shoulder.

"I was on my way to Emma's office," he said shakily. "I didn't want to talk."

"I don't believe it," John said, stripping off his T-shirt.

"Don't believe it then," Randy said turning away so as not to stare at John's abs. "The world doesn't revolve around you, John."

Randy reached for the door handle, unable to face the lie he'd just told. At this moment in time, John was the only person he could focus on. As he opened the door, Randy saw an arm shoot out to his left to slam it closed again.

"John," Randy said exasperated.

Another hand briefly brushed his right leg as it moved to lock the door, and there it stayed. Randy was trapped, an arm either side of his body. He could feel the heat radiating from the man behind him.

"This is about the kiss right?" John enquired.

Randy gulped as he felt John's breath whisk gently across his neck and shoulders. He found himself unable to answer John's question, if he could even remember what it was.

"Turn around," John whispered placing his hand on Randy's hip.

Randy took another deep breath before slowly turning around, John's hand never leaving his side. As he turned around to face John, he took a small step back so he rested against the door, trying to create some space; apparently, John had different ideas as he automatically stepped closer to him.

"Tell me," John urged.

"Of course it is," Randy said, automatically sighing with relief now that John knew.

"You don't know what to think, you can't believe you let it happen, you're petrified at the thought that you've ruined two marriages and that our friendship s gonna be gone as well," John said, as though cutting a promo with Randy in the ring.

"Yes," Randy said quietly, looking down at his feet, ashamed at his actions.

"You're forgetting one very important part," John said forcing Randy to look him straight in the eyes. "I kissed you."

John's hand snaked around to the back of Randy's neck pulling him down so he was less than an inch away from his lips.

"And now I'm gonna do it again."

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