A/N: Sorry if this one gets a little monotonous but I wanted to fill in the background a bit.

RANDY, NEED TO SEE YOU IN MY OFFICE WHEN YOU GET TO THE ARENA, EMMA. URGENT!

Randy checked his phone when he woke up. The last couple of days had seen the superstars travelling from one venue to the next with barely enough time to fit in a session at the gym.

Even he and John had barely seen each other since their neigh together the previous week; and just when he thought he'd have enough to time to grab John for a lunchtime quickie, he had to go and see Emma. Maybe he should think about getting up earlier. Eleven thirty in the morning was a little late.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he grabbed his wash bag and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

He was lathering himself up when he heard his cell phone ring, contemplating whether to leave it ringing or not he decided it could be important; he quickly rinsed off the soap from his upper body and pulled back the curtain from the shower only to stop dead in his tracks.

"I was hoping you were going to do that," John said smiling. Leaning against the unit on the opposite side of the room, he had a cell phone in his hand. Before Randy could consider grabbing a towel, John hit the button on his phone and snapped a shot.

"John," Randy growled, finally grabbing a towel to cover up.

"I know how you like to pose in the shower, Babe; and now I have my centerfold shot."

"Which means you owe me," Randy smirked, liking where this was going.

"How would you like payment?"

Randy simply crooked his finger at John indicating for him to join him. John gladly stepped forward pressing up against Orton's body.

"Kiss me," Randy ordered.

John reached his hand, snaking it round to the back of Randy's neck bringing his head down the short distance, so their lips touched. Randy felt as John's lips met his and closed his eyes ready to savor the kiss, but John pulled back before the kiss deepened. Randy felt John's hand pull away slowly, running down his neck.

"More," Randy growled; holding Cena's hand where it was.

"So demanding," John teased before instigating a deeper kiss, which caused Randy to catch fire quicker than usual. John pulled back to catch his breath.

"Anyone would think you've been neglected, Babe," he said before nipping at Randy's ear

"I haven't seen you for a nearly a week," Randy said almost desperately.

"Let me make that up to you," John said stripping his shirt off while Randy grabbed at his pants. "Babe, take your time."

"I don't have it," Randy said pulling John into the shower with him whilst whipping the towel off from around his waist.

An hour later, John and Randy pulled into the arena parking lot. Thanks to John, who must have been reading his mind, Randy got his lunchtime quickie and was ready and eager to get going for tonight.

"How about we grab a bite to eat after the show?" John said as they got out.

"Sounds good. I gotta go see Emma, I'll catch up with you later," he said trying to convey his feelings through his eyes alone.

"Okay, see you later," John smiled and slinked off to his locker room.

Randy hunted down Emma's office at the back of the arena and knocked before entering.

"Vince, we'll cope for one night, don't panic," Emma saw Randy enter and indicated for him to take a seat. "Vince, I've got to go, Randy's here… yes I know I'm going to talk to him about it… I'll let you know tomorrow at the Smackdown taping… Vince, still need to go… alright bye."

Emma snapped her phone shut and slammed her head down onto her desk in exasperation.

"That man infuriates me," she said.

"Everything okay?" Randy asked.

"Yeah, yeah, just a couple of things I need to speak to you about."

"I'm all ears."

"Vince, as you can gather isn't going to be here tonight and he wanted to talk to you about upcoming events, including the next pay per view, Hell in a Cell, he wants you to have the title back. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course, it's what we're all doing this for," he replied. "Does John know yet?"

"Not, not yet," Emma replied. "So please don't tell him. Vince will be discussing it with him tomorrow. In addition, I'll warn you I don't know how long this reign will last. You know how it is these days; the title's passed back and forth between the wrestlers."

Randy nodded in agreement, still thinking on the fact he had to keep this from John. It was only for a day but it still made him uncomfortable at the thought.

"What was the other thing?"

"I just wanted to catch up, feels like I haven't really seen you since you almost punched out Paul," she said trying not to laugh at the thought.

"I'm good, 'specially with that news," Randy said smiling.

Emma nodded in response; almost as if she was wary of saying anything else.

"Everything okay, Em?"

"How's everything going with the whole, I kissed someone, thing?" she asked unable to make eye contact. "Have you stopped beating yourself up?"

"Yeah, I figured it was silly, as you said, it was just a kiss," Randy said.

"Okay, well, I didn't actually say that; you did," she said, shaking her head, amused at his lack of attention.

"Oh," Randy said a little dumbfounded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I remember it vividly," she said chuckling. "You called me old-fashioned."

"Sorry," Randy said looking at her a little sheepishly.

"It's okay; apparently you meant it in a good way," she said. "I'm glad you listened to my advice though."

"Em, I'm sorry, I was distracted," Randy apologized again.

"That's okay," she said smiling. "Now go before you start saying anything else about me."

Randy got up to leave and went to open the door.

"Randy," Emma said stopping him. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Yeah, of course, anything, apparently I owe you for my comments," he said over his shoulder.

"Warn me next time you're going to get it on with John; I want to get ear plugs," she said unable to look up from her paperwork.

Randy turned around to see a smirk forming on Emma's face as her shoulders started moving up and down from the laugh she was trying to hold in. he wanted to say something but couldn't form any words.

"Why didn't you tell me it was the groom you kissed?" she asked still smirking.

"It's not funny, Em?" he said trying to hold back a grin himself.

"Really?" she said amused. "The day you finally realize you have feelings for John is the day he's getting married; you don't see the irony?"

"What do you mean 'finally'?" Randy asked confused.

"Randy, you're not the brightest tool in the box, are you?"

"You're telling me you knew."

"It was obvious," she said. "At least, to anyone who cared to look; including John."

Randy was shocked. John and he had talked about the kiss from that night but he had never said anything about knowing Randy had feelings; how much else had he been keeping from him.

"Randy, sit," Emma indicated the couch when seeing Randy's confused expression. "Yes, John knew. He's known for a while; on a couple of occasions, I had to stop him bursting into the locker room and shoving his tongue down your throat."

"What?" Randy said even more shocked.

"John's had a crush on you since OVW."

"What?" Randy yelled.

"Okay, one; stop mimicking Steve, it's not cute. Two; I think you need to speak to John about this."

"Yeah, yeah, of course, thanks Em," he said standing up distracted at what he'd just found out, grabbing his phone from his pocket as he left Emma's office.

"Bye," Emma said to the closed door.

NEED TO SEE YOU NOW; MEET ME AT THE CAR

Five minutes later Randy saw John approaching the rental car.

"Get in," Randy snapped.

"Randy, I've got a mountain of photos to sign."

"Just get in," Randy repeated not giving him an option.

John got in and buckled up as Randy started the car and pulled out of the arena.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Randy didn't answer; he simply sped out of the arena grounds and kept driving. When he saw they were in a secluded area, he pulled into a lay by and stopped the car, resting his head on the steering wheel.

John reached over with a concerned hand, kneading the tense muscles in Randy's neck.

"Babe, talk to me," John pleaded.

"Why?" he asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you had feelings for me? That you knew I had feelings for you?" Randy said the tension clear in his voice.

"Because I wasn't ready for you to know."

"Don't lie to me; Em told me you've had a crush on me since OVW," he told John.

"Em, knows about us?" John asked shocked.

"She was in the room next to mine last week; she heard us," Randy said his tone flat.

"Okay, embarrassing, I got a little loud if I recall," John said trying to break the tension in the car, but Randy didn't rise to it. Instead, John took a deep breath and tried tact. "Alright, if I explain, you have to let me talk, no interruptions."

Randy nodded, head still resting against the wheel.

"Look at me?" John insisted.

Randy lifted his head and sat back, John's hand still resting on his neck.

"Kiss me," John said.

Randy leaned in and met John's lips as they kissed tenderly.

"Okay," John said taking another deep breath. "I've known I was 'bi' since a young age, although I didn't admit anything to myself until just before I hit OVW. I already knew Liz, what with her being my high school sweetie; she knew as well, she's okay with it; she's also okay with me having a relationship with someone if I meet anyone, as long as I don't flaunt it and it doesn't affect us having a family someday."

John looked over at Randy as he listened to what he was saying, taking it all in.

"Then, in walks, Mr. Randal Keith Orton," he said making Randy shift in his seat. "Emma was right; I did have a crush on you. I never acted upon it because I could tell you were straight."

John bit his lip as though considering whether to say what he was thinking. Randy was still watching him and he knew he had to continue.

"Then I heard about what happened when you were in the marine corpa, it put me off even further if I'm honest; if that's how you were about religion, how would you be with someone like myself."

"That's why you didn't tell me? Randy asked. "You thought I'd pummel you or something."

"Yes," he answered truthfully. "And I said no interruptions. Anymore and I'll have to punish you."

Randy gave him a look that said he wasn't funny, but kept quiet anyway.

"Anyway, I got to know you and realized you weren't like that; then, one day, I caught you looking," he said. "I don't think you even realized you were. Nevertheless, it turned me on. I wanted to tell you how I felt but I could also see you didn't know what you were feeling. By the time I plucked up the courage you were being called up to this place and it was too late."

"I'm not interrupting, I promise, just asking," Randy explained waiting to see if John stopped him. "Why didn't you say anything when you got here? It wasn't long afterward."

"You were injured. Then when you got back, you were working with Evolution. Flair didn't strike me as the kind of person who would want me trying to hit on one of his boys. So, I kept my distance," John explained. "And by the way, that was an interruption. I'm gonna have to punish you."

"John, come on don't be…"

"And now you're up to two," John said smiling. "I think I'm gonna keep a tally and let you work it off at the end."

"Can I at least find out what my punishment is?" Randy said smirking.

"Three and no."

"You can't be serious, that wasn't an interruption…." Randy barked.

"Four!" John called out, loving Randy's frustration.

Randy knew he couldn't keep talking so he just glared at John, signaling his disapproval.

"My man's learning," John said still smiling. "Anyhow, back to the story. By the time Evolution was over, we were on different brands, so naturally we didn't see as much as one another… then you met Sam. I didn't want to ruin anything, straight away, I could see she was what you needed in your life, and I could see a future. Don't get me wrong, there were times when I wanted to pin you against a wall, it was during one of those moments that Em realized what was going on. She took me to one side and we talked, I told her how I felt and she agreed, if I told you at that point, you'd run a mile. Speaking of which, does she know the details of that kiss? More specifically, does she know I kissed you?"

"No, she thinks I kissed you," Randy said. "She finds it funny because I kissed you the day you got married. And, me answering this question should be one point knocked off my punishment. Why do you want to know?"

John ran his hand over his head, thinking it through.

"'Cause if she finds out, I'm gonna be in trouble."

"Because you kissed me?" Randy asked puzzled.

"See, saying it like that makes her sound bad," John said. "I promised her I wouldn't force the issue."

"You didn't," Randy insisted.

"It's sweet that you remember it that way, but I did push it a little, you were walking away and I stopped you. Not to mention I probably didn't need to moan as much when you were massaging me," John said smirking seductively at Randy. "I knew the time was right though, ironic considering I'd just got married."

"Does Liz know about us?" Randy asked.

"No, not yet," John said. "I'm going to wait a little while, to be fair to her, we're only a month into our marriage."

"So how does it work with us?"

"At the moment, Babe, we have to be a tour thing," he explained. "But only until Liz knows, then we can have time at home as well… if you want…"

"…home!" Randy repeated. "I hadn't thought about it properly. John, what am I going to do about Sam and Alana?"

Randy's head went back down to the steering wheel.

"I've been so selfish," he said aloud.

John pulled Randy to him, to hold him close as he thought about everything. John knew eventually Randy would have to make a decision and he wasn't looking forward to the day when it happened.

"Let's get back to the arena," he said kissing the top of Randy's head as he leant on his shoulder.

As Randy straightened, he could see the tears fighting to stay back. John opened the passenger door and walked round the car.

"Let me drive."

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