Josh Mathews watched as Mike stormed down the hallway and followed the distraught wrestler. He wasn't quite sure what the hell was going on, but he hadn't seen Mike so pissed. Curious, he tried to catch up with him.
"Hey, Mike!" he called. The younger man didn't stop or seem to notice. "Mike!"
He turned stopped and turned around. "Hey, Josh," he mumbled. He seemed to be fighting back tears.
"You look like you have a lot of your mind. Are you alright?" Josh asked concerned for Mike's well being.
"I'm fine, it's just Randy and I were talking, and there are some things that he is keeping from me. He's been spending a lot of time with Ted, and he's been really withdrawn."
"Well, with Ted and Cody having their problems, he might just be helping them out," Josh said shrugging.
"You knew what was going on?" Mike asked.
"Well, yeah, Randy mentioned it to me," Josh said. Mike put his head in his hands. Randy had lied to him.
"He said that only a few other people knew about it," he said, the feelings of betrayal returning to him. "I wonder what else he has lied to me about."
"I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you," Josh soothed quickly. "Maybe Ted told him not to tell you and he just said that to spare your feelings. We all know that you can be protective of Cody; almost as much as Randy is now that I think about it."
"What does Ted think I would have done? I care about him, too. No, that makes no sense."
"Look, I was just going to have some dinner. Why don't join me, and we can talk about it?"
"Yeah, I guess I could go with you." Mike smiled slightly as he followed the commentator.
As they made their way outside they heard yelling. They followed the noise until they saw Ted yelling into his cell phone.
"Damn it, Cody! I am not just giving up on this! I just can't! Not after everything we've been through together! Tell me the one thing that I have to do to get you to stay with me, and I will do it with out question!" There seemed to be a pause on the other line. Then his expression went from determined look to a look of terror. "'You want me to get it put where?"
"We should let them work out the details," Josh said.
"Just glad that they are going to be able to work out their shit," Mike said although he couldn't bring himself to be all that happy. He still couldn't believe that the one person he thought he could trust had been holding out on him about something so big. But he brushed aside the feelings for now. He would spend time with Josh and not have to worry about anything else.
Ted hung up his phone and found Randy. "He told me what he wants me to do."
"Good, now you're going to do it and be grateful for the opportunity," Randy said seriously.
"But he wants me to," Ted whispered the request in Randy's ear. Randy considered what he was just told for a moment. He then burst out laughing.
"That's not funny, Randy!" Ted shouted, getting pissed off.
"That's hilarious!" Randy said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Quit glaring at me, Teddy! I know the perfect guy to get you out of your little...problem."He collapsed in another fit of laughter as he lead the pissed off and scared younger man to do some planning.
That night Mike sat on the edge of his bed wondering what was happening with Cody. It was eerie to think about him as quiet, the younger man usually being full of energy and passion. He had hoped that Ted could make it up to him. Maybe then things could get back to normal and Randy would stop brushing him off. He knew that they were all friends, but this was getting ridiculous.
The bathroom door opened, and Randy stepped out freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his waist. He studied his lover who was only wearing pajama pants and he lay down next to where he was sitting. He rubbed soothing circles on Mike's lower back smiling at the content sigh that escaped his lips.
"Come here, baby," He cooed as he wrapped an arm around his waste and pulled him closer. Mike allowed himself to be pulled into a lying position, and molded himself to the larger man. They gazed into each others' eyes and shared a sweet, slow kiss. Randy's tongue brushed Mike's lower lip asking for entry which was willingly given. As the kiss deepened, hands explored the expanse of flesh. The towel and the pajama pants slipped off, and the sweet friction was slowly frying Mike's mind.
Soon, Mike found himself on his back and butterfly kisses were being applied to his neck, moving down to his right nipple. He groaned loudly as the sensitive nub was lapped at and nibbled lightly. The left would soon meet the same treatment.
"Oh, God, that feels nice," he gasped. He was already unbearably hard it was being neglected. He whimpered as he felt it come in contact with Randy's stomach.
"Need something, darling?" He said gently in his ear.
"P-p-please," Mike whimpered as he bucked his hips slightly.
"Well, you are going to get something you're going to-" Suddenly, Randy's phone rang. "Son of a; hold on babes." He grabbed his phone.
Mike let his head fall back and rest his head on the pillow, stunned at what just happened. Weren't they just about to have sex? He could have sworn that was about to happen, but, no, there was Randy talking on the phone. On the other side of the room. In a low voice. What the hell was wrong with this picture?
"Just remember to keep putting lotion on it periodically and to wash it like they told you to. He'll love it, don't worry." He chuckled and hung up the phone. The look of amusement left his face and was replaced by a predatory smirk as dove back in bed and started to kiss every available inch of skin he could reach.
Mike struggled to get back into the mood, but he just couldn't do it. They were about to have sex, damn it! Whoever was on the phone could have damn well waited. His body was relaxed and pliant, but now it remained tense and unresponsive. When he felt a lubed finger brush his entrance gently, he tensed.
"I'm not really in the mood tonight," he said quickly in response to the worried look Randy was giving him. "I think I'm getting a headache."
Randy glowered just a little. "Sure, you have a headache" he thought. "Didn't have much of a headache a minute ago." He felt a pang of guilt for taking the phone call, but it was really important and he needed Mike to trust him right then. "Do you just want to grind?"
"Not really," Mike said. "Can we just go to sleep? I feel really tired."
"Yeah, I guess so." Randy said as he rolled on his back. He didn't want Mike to see the dark look he knew was forming on his face. Was John right about Mike being jealous over stupid shit? He wasn't sure what to think anymore. When he was sure that Mike had drifted off to sleep he slowly made it to the bathroom to take care of his "problem". He washed his hands and made it back to bed snuggling close to Mike and spooning him to his body. Mike wiggled slightly before settling with his head against the larger man's chest.
As he watched Mike sleep, he began to think about where they were going. But he decided that one lousy night was not worth walking away just yet. After all, this had been straining on just about everyone involved. Yes, he would give Mike some space to deal with his insecurities, hang out with Cena (it had been a while), and then they would figure something out from there. With that decided in his mind, sleep was not far behind.
A couple days of this later Josh got a phone call.
"Hey Josh, can I talk to you?" Mike asked.
"Sure, Mike. You know you can always talk to me."
A/N: Stay tuned.