Short, not so sweet.
Don't kill me, I could write sex scenes all day, but without a storyline, what would it mean?
You guys would need new panties all the time ;)
Wrote this in my lunch hour in college, forgive any mistakes.

I woke for not the first time this week to an empty bed, actually it was becoming a habit that I didn't like. I sat up searching for the some kind of sound & came up with nothing, just silence.

"John?"

Nothing.

For the last week this is how it had been & I had no idea what I'd done to deserve the cold shoulder. I'd barely seen john, last few nights we hadn't even shared a bed. I was starting to get pissed to be honest. It seemed every time something happened, instead of moving forward, we moved 1000 steps backwards.

I sighed sitting up rubbing my eyes, I had no idea what to do or how to go about doing it.
I noticed my phone flashing from the night stand. I knew it would be the same excuse as it had been all week.

I was right.

Sorry Randy, Gym called.

So have I all week, don't see me getting so much attention.

I know John. Yes, he obviously works out. Yes, it's a huge part of his life. Yes, it's mania in a few months.
No, that's not the problem.

The problem is, john never works out more than 5 times in one week – he's worked out every day this week.
John never works out twice in one day – every day this week.
John never ignores me for more than a week – unless nessasary he has.
Expect that time, I bent him over a table and forced myself upon him – reasonable explaintion given.
Even then, there was an excuse.
Which has to mean there is one now.

I sighed heavily.

"You keep thinking so hard, you'll injure yourself!" I jumped five foot in the air.

And that son of a bitch laughed.

"Fuck you asshole!" I snapped.

"Awh Randy hasn't had coffee yet" He sang back sarcastically.

"I dislike you intently right now" I muttered.

"I'll cancel that black coffee with two sweeteners on its way up then shall I?"

"I dare you to" Again he laughed.

A small knock came at the door & he got it bringing in the coffees for us both.

"Thank you" I muttered and he rolled his eyes.

"Get a move on fatass we have a plane to catch!"

"I hate you!" I called after him as he disappeared into the shower room.

I never heard his response, but as every day this week. I got up, dressed and left for the airport.

I slung my stuff onto my bed and flopped. Raw had been okay, but I was to distracted to stay any length of time after it. I ignored the guys offers to go out and drink & I have returned to my hotel room to suffer in silence.

I heard the door open & I don't know if I was relieved or annoyed. John returning was what I wanted but the uncomfortable silence till open of us fell asleep wasn't.

"Hey" He muttered, quickly changing.

"Hey"

Silence.

He flopped onto his own bed, and I could hear the conversation the people upstairs where having.

"So" I jumped after the few minutes of silence.

"So" I repeated.

"You've been kinda off today" I froze, both in anger & frustration.
For a second before blowing the fuck up.

"EXCUSE ME?" I turned to face his shocked face, "I've been off! Me?"

"um" he paused, "Yes? The fact your freaking out proves that"

"Go to hell John!" I shook my head flopping back to my pillow.

"Have I done something?" He asked.

"No" that's exactly the point.

"So" He paused.

"So" I once again repeated.

Another hour of silence. Long cruel & extremely infuriating.

"Your dad called last week" I turned once more, suddenly curious, "apparently I leaned on my phone answering it, half way through us, you know?" I froze dead.

"Come again?"

"Your dad um, heard us" He nodded.

I tried to take in the information.

"I don't compute" I shook my head sitting up now.

"He called back"

I gave a nervous laugh, "No?"

"Yes, the next day, desided to inform me that I should be more careful where I leave my phone to be answered during sex" My head crumbled into my hands.

"Your pulling my leg right?"

"Nope. Said he's glad we finally worked things out, apparently your mum is pleased for us to"

"oh for fucks sake!" I looked him straight in the eye and we both burst out laughing, scarily hysterically.

"This isn't funny!" He demanded.

"I know!" I calmed down, "So is this why you've avoided me all week"

"Yeah" He bit his lip, my eyes became attracted to it & I couldn't look away, "It worrys me how easily we can get found out"

I stood up and sat beside him, "I'm sorry"

"No, like what if people already know?"

"My mum & dad know, that's it!"

"No Randy I mean we aren't exactly quiet when we go at it, what if I don't know Cody knows!"

"I know enough about Runnels to keep him quiet" I laughed.

"You're missing the point!" He shouted.

"No, I'm not" I tried to take his hand but he pulled it away from me.

"Randy, how many gay men work in wrestling?" he asked quietly.

"Um?"

"Openly, without lying about it, how many"

"None in our company"

"Exactly!"

"John, where are you going with this?"

But I already knew.

"I can't risk losing my job over this. My whole world revolves around wrestling"

"Who said anything about losing your job?"

"Randy who are you kidding, ALL the younger guys want our jobs, our places, our spots on the roster! If ANY of them knew, that they could get rid of not one of the guys, but TWO? Who would pass it up?"

I didn't have an answer.

"Lets not lie, 10 years ago, we wouldn't have passed it up!"

"No, I wouldn't" I bit my lip.

"I don't think I can do this, not now" He shook his head, "I've – We've worked to hard to get here to give it up"

"What're you saying?" I croaked.

"Not now"

And that was all he said, until he grabbed his stuff and left the room.

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