By the time Monday rolled around, John was starting to feel tired. He'd enjoyed spending time alone with Randy the previous few days but the more time they were spending together, the harder it was becoming to say goodnight to one another.
Part of him regretted kissing Randy on his birthday, but it seemed the perfect way to finish their day, short of spending the night together.
He couldn't believe how quickly the kiss became heated. Yes, they'd been flirting a lot since in the days leading up to Randy's birthday, and the dancing at the club was probably a bad idea, considering they hadn't been together for a long time; but if Randy's watch didn't go off mid-kiss then they would have ended up going at it against the door.
John teased Randy when he'd gone by in the morning and found him having an erotic dream; but now he was grateful that Randy hadn't come by his room in the morning, or he would've found him in the same condition… and Randy liked payback.
He entered the locker room that he was still sharing with Ted, Cody and Randy since Ted's family had found out, finding Cody holding Ted from behind, quietly talking in his ear.
John looked to Randy, indicating Ted and Cody with his head
"What's going on?" he asked quietly.
"Vince and the writers are playing on the argument last week," Randy said, shaking his head at the disapproval. "They don't get it's real for Ted."
"Do you think it would help speaking with Em?" John asked keeping his voice hushed.
"She's on leave for another week; you know she takes two weeks off after WrestleMania."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot, guess my minds elsewhere," John said opening his bag up to start taking his gear out.
"Anywhere nice?" Randy asked smirking.
John threw his shirt at Randy without looking up from what he was doing. He was still digging out his shower gel bottle, frowning when he saw he was almost out. Preoccupied in his actions, he was caught off guard when his shirt flew back and hit him in the face. He pulled it away, trying not to look at Randy, but he couldn't help but smile. Things were definitely good between them.
"I've gotta get some fresh air," Ted said from across the room.
John looked up from his belongings to see Ted sulk out the room.
"Is everything okay?" Randy asked Cody as he sat down on the bench.
"Just to make things even better for us," Cody said shaking his head. "I'm being transferred to Smackdown."
"Cody, I'm sorry; but you can't let it get between you guys," John said trying to reassure him.
"Easy for you to say," Cody mumbled before getting up and leaving the room himself.
"Cody…" Randy called trying to stop him.
They looked at each other, a little in shock over the shit going down for the other couple. John stripped off his top, kicking his shoes off at the same time. He grabbed his towel and headed toward the shower, stopping in front of where Randy sat, pulling on his kneepads. Instinctively Randy put his hands on John's hips and looked up into his eyes. Randy could see the burning question in John's eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," he spoke quietly. He ran his hands round to the front of John's jeans and popped the button. "Go shower."
John walked into the shower room and chuckled when he saw a fresh bottle of shower gel in the cubicle. He knew only one man was capable of such an act, but he wasn't sure how he knew.
"I noticed last Monday you were getting low," a seductive voice said from the entryway.
John walked over to the tall man and placed a soft kiss to his cheek, "Thanks."
He went to place another kiss on Randy's lips but Randy put his fingers to his lips, stopping him from actually placing the kiss.
"Don't," he said turning away.
John stood in shock at Randy's actions. He thought they were moving past their break up; especially since Randy's birthday, but once again, he was pulling back. It frustrated John and he threw his towel on the floor and stormed back into the main locker room, intent on confronting Randy.
"Don't start an argument, Cena," Randy said stopping him from unleashing his anger.
"Why the hell not, Orton?" John yelled, putting extra emphasis on Randy's name.
"Because I'm not walking away from you," Randy said, yelling in return. "Just stopping things from getting out of hand in the locker room. Which I might remind you we're sharing."
"It was a kiss," John said, anger turning into annoyance.
"And we both know that it wouldn't have stopped there unless something interrupted us."
"Like the stupid alarm on your watch," John said in an angered tone but saying it as a joke.
"Yes," Randy chuckled, walking back to John and taking his face in his hands. "Like the alarm on my watch, which you bought me."
"We need to have that date soon," John said resting his forehead against Randy's. "I can't take this tension much longer."
"How about tomorrow night?" Randy asked.
"I've got you all dazed and confused again, Babe," John said smiling. "We're flying to Europe tomorrow."
"Maybe we should just wait until we get back," Randy suggested.
"Can you wait that long?"
Randy closed his eyes and smiled, slipping his arms around John's waist, "For you I can."
"No more teasing one another, though," John said pulling back and heading back to the shower room.
Randy set about getting John's gear laid out for him. In the end, it would save him time and let him relax a little more before tonight. He was thinking about the plans he had for the show tonight when something hit him in the head. He grabbed the article of clothing from where it now sat on his shoulder, and groaned a little.
"You said no teasing, John," he said shoving the underwear into John's bag.
"I cannot believe you did that," John said following Randy through the lobby of the hotel. They were set to have an early night before their flight to Europe tomorrow, but John was still buzzing from Randy's actions during the show.
"What I can say," Randy said stepping into the elevator. "I know you were disappointed last week, so I thought I'd surprise you."
John hit the door close button on the elevator panel to make sure they got a private ride, much preferring it when they can talk openly rather than worrying about who might overhear their conversation.
"You surprised me," John said smiling as he recalled the evening.
"…if this is going to be your last night on Raw, be a champion and face me in a match," John said to Jack Swagger as the crowd roared in approval. "…still not tickling your fancy, okay, I'll do what a champion does, I'll step up, because I am so sure I am going to do to you what I did to Batista, and that is make you tap out; I'll put the WWE championship on the line. Your move champ… what's it gonna be?"
Jack having stood in the ring listening to John, looking scared out of his mind, tried to back down from John's challenge.
"John, that doesn't work for me on a couple of levels. Let me tell you why that doesn't work for me…" he said before being interrupted.
John looked up in shock at the music that blasted through the arena. 'Voices,' the entrance music of his 'sort of' boyfriend, Randy Orton. He watched Randy make his way down the ramp. John smirked, trying his hardest to contain his excitement at getting to work with Randy. This was what he wanted to experience last week.
Randy stepped in the ring and turned to face John head on.
"Now, I am sure that Mr. Swagger here, being the competitor that he claims to be, would want to face the man that beat him last week," he said briefly turning away from John before turning to back. "Me."
"And how dare you try to RKO me," John said trying to play it a though he was hurt.
"Please, I knew you wouldn't let me. Besides," he started to say as the elevator suddenly jolted to a stop. "John stop messing ab…"
"It's not me; I didn't do anything."
"Seriously, John, you can't do this again, we have to get some sleep before tomorrow."
"Randy, I haven't been anywhere near the panel since I closed the doors," he said holding his hands up to show his innocence.
John moved over to the panel and hit the emergency button, waiting for a reply, a couple of minutes later and the security team advised they were aware of their situation, however they were waiting for an engineer to arrive to take a closer look.
"Now what are we supposed to do?" John said annoyed at the situation.
"I guess maybe… I don't know… relax," Randy replied sarcastically.
Randy sat down on the floor of the elevator with his back against the side, stretching his long legs out in front of him.
"Take up the whole elevator why don't you," John griped.
"Just be grateful it's not one of those tiny box elevators," Randy said shrugging.
"It is one of those tiny boxes, Randy," John said starting to pace.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I don't like being trapped in one of these things," John snapped.
Randy stifled a laugh at John's comment, considering less than a year ago, he'd stopped one just so he could get Randy to talk to him.
"That was different," John said reading the amusement in Randy's eyes. "I knew it was going to start again."
"Johnny, it is going to start again, now relax," Randy said holding his hand out to John. "Come and sit down here with me."
John took his hand and lowered himself to the floor of the elevator, sitting next to Randy, not wanting to get too close. As much as he tried to relax, though, he couldn't, too scared that he was never going to get out. He tried closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, but it didn't work. Before long he'd pulled his legs up to his chest and was tapping on his knees, trying to do anything to take his mind off his current situation
"What can I do to relax you?" Randy asked.
John looked over to him and smirked, giving Randy a knowing look.
"I can't do that in here, Johnny, so get your mind out of the gutter."
"Okay, okay," he said chuckling a little. "You're a father, how about you tell me a story."
John lifted Randy's arm, so he could sit back against his chest, whilst draping Randy's arm over his shoulder, liking their hands together.
"I haven't had a lot of practice," Randy said quietly.
"Ran, I'm sorry, I didn't think," John said solemnly.
"No; I just mean, Alanna's not that old yet. She doesn't necessarily want stories," Randy explained.
John tilted his head back to look up at Randy.
"Wanna practice on me?" John asked. "I can give you constructive feedback."
"I think I'll pass; what else will relax you?"
"Right now, you holding me is doing a pretty good job; but I think I still want a story," John said snuggling into Randy's chest.
"Fine. How about Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up," Randy said sarcastically.
John slapped Randy's leg hard at his sarcasm, causing the younger man to yell in John's ear at the sudden pain.
"Keep the noise down, I'm trying to relax," John said sitting up from his position, turning to face Randy, his usual dimpled grin spreading across his face. "Now about this story…"
"Uh huh," Randy said, still rubbing his leg where John hit him, as John settled back down against his chest.
"I think I want to hear something… romantic," John said.
"You mean like, Cinderella? John, I would expect to tell that story to Alanna, not you," Randy said rolling his eyes.
"Scratch that, I mean… erotic…"
John sat there for a couple of minutes, letting his comment sink in. He could tell Randy felt uncomfortable at his suggestion when he started to shift in his position on the floor.
"Johnny, I…"
"Tell me," John said running his fingers along Randy's forearm that he'd draped around him. "If we weren't interrupted the other night… what would have happened?"
"Johnny, you know what would have happened, that's why we stopped."
"Tell me," John stated firmly.
He felt Randy take a deep breath behind him and he reveled in the feeling of his strong chest rising and falling. He knew Randy was trying not to succumb, but he also knew Randy's willpower was weak when it came to sex with him.
"I would've shoved you back into the wall… lifting you from the floor so you could wrap your legs around my waist… pinned your arms above your head as my tongue continued to explore your mouth… then I would've ran my hands down your arms to feel your biceps before moving over to that shirt… slowly undoing the buttons, pressing kisses to your chest and stomach as I opened each button…"
"Mmm," John moaned faintly, his eyes closed, picturing everything that Randy was saying.
"Then I'd dropped to my knees… kissing across your abs… delving my tongue into your navel… all the while you'll be trying to thrust your hips forward, begging me to release-"
Before Randy could finish his sentence, the elevator came back to life and started to move up the shaft. A voice came over the intercom apologizing for the inconvenience and advising them to see the hotel clerk for compensation.
Randy said a shaky thank you to security as he stood up, pulling John up as well. When the doors opened on their floor, Randy silently exited and made his way along to his room. John was further along the corridor, so as he got to his room, he mumbled a goodnight and went in, needing to get away from the awkwardness that was sure to take place if he'd said a proper goodnight.
John watched him go into the hotel room before heading along to his own room, Why did he do this to himself? He entered the room and left the lights off as he removed his shirt and pants, heading straight to bed. Once again he found himself in bed, stroking himself off after getting to heated with Randy. Why did he keep pushing Randy like that? First the kiss, now this.
He jerked himself a couple more time, closing his eyes, imagining Randy's hand wrapped around him instead of his own.
"Randy," he called out as he shot his load into the sheets.
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