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Warning: This chapter briefly discusses sexual relations between two men. The dialogue may come off as a bit sleazy, but remember, the characters are drunk and are not in the right state of mind.

Disclaimer: We don't own the WWE, or Erik Rhodes...but if we did, that's another story... and I'd be happy to video tape it for you.

All We Are

Chapter 4: You Have a Boyfriend?

Frankie was left with Randy at the bar. They looked at each other, grinned and shook their heads. "What a night," Frankie said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Randy replied. They ordered drinks and resumed to sip their glasses in silence. "So," Randy started after a while, "if I heard right, you have a boyfriend?" Randy mentally slapped himself. Nice job, genius, he thought. Sexual preferences weren't the way to go to start a conversation.

"Yeah I do," Frankie confirmed with no shame at all. "But Joanie and Logan don't think he's the one for me," he went on. Had Frankie been sober, he would not have been spilling his problems out to a guy he barely knew, even if it was Randy Orton.

"Well, why not?" Randy was no better off. When sober, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. But when intoxicated, playing 21 Questions was his favorite thing to do.

"It's his way or the highway," Frankie admitted sadly, thinking about the previous phone call he just had with his beau.

"And you put up with that? How long have you guys been together anyway?" Randy didn't know much about gay relationships but he knew this whole 'my way or the highway' deal didn't sound too good.

"I love him," Frankie sighed. "And we've been together for years," he said, trying to find reassurance in his own words.

"Oh," Randy nodded his head in understanding. "How does that work anyway? I mean, a gay relationship?"

"It's just like a regular relationship," Frankie shrugged as if it was nothing. It was a question that many people asked him.

"So how do you guys do it?" The words left Randy's mouth before his intoxicated brain could think it through. "Sorry," he blushed in embarrassment. "I'm being too nosy. You don't have to answer that."

But Frankie answered anyway. "We fuck each other in the ass," he stated, bluntly. "He's so rough, but I love it. I love riding him. He's a porn star, so he knows what he's doing," Frankie's eyes glazed over with lust as he thought about Erik.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Randy asked innocently. He was truly fascinated with what Frankie had said.

"It takes getting used to," Frankie explained. "You gotta take it slow first." He leaned in closer to Randy, who in turn scooted closer to Frankie as well.

Frankie stuck up his index finger, "you use one finger first," then he stuck up his middle finger to join his index finger, "then add another finger, and another finger," he finished as he stuck up a third finger.

Frankie made a loose fist with his other hand and started to jab his three fingers into his fist slowly. "You start off slow," then he quickened his speed, "then when you're comfortable, you go faster," he explained. "Massage the prostate," he said, finally.

So it's like fingering a girl, Randy thought to himself as he watched in fascination as Frankie continued to stroke his own fingers.

Frankie was lost in the moment as he continued to stroke his own fingers quickly. He imagined all of the things that he and his boyfriend would do in the confines of their bedroom. But soon, Erik's face turned into that of Randy's, and Frankie found himself stroking harder. He rolled his head back, exposing his throat to Randy, and elicited a soft moan that was lost in the booming sound of the club. "Oh god," he groaned.

"Uh, are you okay?" Randy finally asked, breaking Frankie from his ministrations. Although he found it amusing to watch Frankie please himself, people were starting to stare.

Frankie blushed in embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry. Got kinda carried away," he said, turning away. Shit, he thought to himself. What am I thinking? I'm with Erik.

It was silent as they finished off their drinks. Frankie's face was flushed red, but Randy didn't know whether it was because he was drunk, horny, or still embarrassed. "So do guys hit on you too?" Frankie inwardly slapped himself. That's the stupidest thing to say. Now he won't talk to you because he'll realize just how weird you are, he thought to himself. Randy mumbled something. "What was that?" Frankie asked.

"All the time," Randy said louder, a blush forming on his own face.

Frankie opened his mouth to say something else but was disrupted when Joanie came stumbling towards them. "Frankie, stop flirting!" She whined, eliciting a glare from her friend. "I wanna go. I think I got groped one time too many," she pouted for emphasis.

"Shut up," Frankie hissed at Joanie. He grabbed her by the arm roughly and pushed her towards the entrance of the club. "Let's go," he said, then turned to Randy. "Sorry, Randy, we'll see you later," he grimaced.

"Later, man," Randy replied as he watched Frankie and Joanie walk out. He sat at the bar by himself and pondered over what just happened. He didn't want to admit it, but watching Frankie and his hand motions gave him a tight feeling below the belt. What's wrong with me, Randy thought to himself as he shook his head.

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Author's notes: Ah ha! I got you! You read the chapter! Either that or you skimmed through it. Either way, you read it. You liked that prostate part didn't you? Now is the time to give your eyes a rest (sort of) and let your fingers tickle your keyboard and write a review! You're only a mouse click away from making LinKiePu's day bright and shiny! Review kudasai/s'il vous plaît/please/por favor )