Title: Tiny Dancer

World: AU

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Drama

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Jeff/Phil, Mike/JoMo, etc.

Summary: Adam is a dancer with a secret. Randy is a widower with a four-year-old child. When they meet, will love blossom? Or will someone be heartbroken?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the lyrics used.

Warning: Slash, Exotic Dancing, Stripping, Violence, Mpreg, etc.

Part: 3/? – Shop 'Till You Drop

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LATER THAT DAY

The blond dancer had had about seven hours of rest in the last three days and was still fully functional… for now. He was used to the stressors in his life that didn't allow him his normal schedule of sleep. It was kind of built into the description of a father of a six-year-old with a heart condition, who returned home at the time that she awoke each day. But the weekend was extremely close. In fact, today was Friday. In other words, this was the last day that he had to work until Tuesday of next week. Was it normal to be this excited for the weekend?

Currently, the charismatic blond and his rainbow-haired friend were in Wal-Mart. Adam had a fascination with the store that was extremely unusual. If he could live there, he would. Seriously. It seemed like every time the two men went, there was another aisle to be discovered. However, today they weren't here to explore. Today, their mission was clear. They had two hours before they had to be at work, which was more than enough time to find all that Adam needed and drive back to his house to store it away. But they would have to move fast.

Suddenly, Adam tensed and touched a hand to Jeff's shoulder. Jeff, who was in tune to all of Adam's minute movements, turned to see what had captured the blond's attention. "Is that Johnny?"

Jeff could barely contain a rather obnoxious chuckle as he saw JoMo and Michael Mizanin, a 'friend' of Phil's, walking around the bakery hand-in-hand. It was too fucking cute! "Yeah, that's Johnny."

"I didn't know he was serious with anybody." Adam said, his bottom lip stuck out in an indignant pout. "Did you know?" When Jeff nodded, Adam huffed. Why was he always the last to know?

"Cool your jets, Addy. It doesn't exactly look good on the résumé to say 'in a relationship' for your relationship status in our kind of work, does it?" Jeff asked. The rainbow-haired man did have a point.

"Yeah, but still." Clearly, Adam wasn't ready to let this one slide. "We're still best friends. Why didn't he tell me?"

Jeff shrugged. "Maybe he's not ready to admit it to himself." He said dismissively.

"Oh, yeah. That makes a whole lot of sense. Because we know that JoMo is always in denial." Adam tossed back.

"It could explain the five thousand dollar jeans that he just bought." Jeff said distractedly as he looked at the fresh produce. "What kind of fruit does Brielle like?"

"Blueberries." Adam answered distractedly.

Jeff set a container of blueberries into the cart and started toward the next aisle. Adam cast one last look to Mike and JoMo, who went toward the other side of the store and, from what Adam could see, it looked like they entered the aisle for… baby clothes? But that couldn't be true, could it? After what had happened with Adam, each of them had sworn to never mix business with pleasure. It didn't end well for either side. At least with Jeff and Phil, Adam could tell that there was actual love there.

"I don't want to talk about JoMo anymore." Jeff said off-handedly. "Let's talk about you and Mr. Talk, Dark, and Handsome from the club. I saw that you ran into him outside. Did he give you any trouble?"

Adam quickly shook his head. "No. None at all. He only dropped his keys and I picked them up for him. That's all." Jeff looked at him uncertainly. "I swear, Jeff. That's the entire story."

Adam practically salivated at the idea of cornering Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome in a dark alley and letting the tanned, tattooed hunk have his way with him. That would have to be, hands down, the best sex of his life. But he could tell that there was more to Randy's story then the tattooed man let on. Obviously, he was friends with Mike and Phil. That in itself was dangerous. While Phil wasn't exactly a negative influence, Mike had had problems with alcoholism before. That was what worried him about his budding 'relationship' with JoMo.

The man still wore his wedding ring, which unsettled Adam a little bit. Was he cheating on his wife? Was he trying to hide the fact that he was gay from his family? Maybe it was a different story entirely. Could he be cheating on his husband? Adam didn't know for sure. But what he did know was that Randy had looked awfully uncomfortable. Suddenly, Adam turned to Jeff. That was the missing link that he had been waiting for! The blond was friends (with benefits) with Phil, who was obviously friends with Randy. Maybe Jeff knew a little bit more about him.

"Jeff?" Adam called out to his best friend, who turned his head a bit to show that he was listening.

"What is it, Adam?" He asked softly. Meanwhile, he tossed two packs of AA Batteries into the cart.

"What do you know about Randy Orton?" Adam asked. Jeff came to a complete halt and turned around fully to look at Adam as if he had sprouted a second (and third) head.

"What do you want to know about Randy Orton?" Jeff asked nastily. "And, a better question would be, why do you want to know it?"

"I'm just interested. Is that a crime?" Adam shot back.

Jeff sighed and shook his head in disgust. "Randal Keith Orton is the COO of All World Productions and the boss of Phil and Mike. He's an all-around royal ass, with a dead wife and an adorable, four-year-old brat."

"His wife is… dead?" Adam asked, more than a little shocked.

"Yeah." Jeff answered nonchalantly as he started back down the aisle.

"Did he ever remarry?" Adam continued to assault Jeff with questions.

"Not that I know of." Jeff answered distractedly as he read the label on a soup can.

"Then…" Adam was almost hesitant to ask this question, unsure of it was from fear of Jeff not knowing the answer or from fear of Jeff lashing out at him. "Why does he still wear the ring?"

"Sentimentality, I guess."

Jeff's answer didn't even resonate. Adam was too busy trying to form his own answers in his head.

AT THE CLUB

Adam was a little upset when he didn't see Randy out in the crowd, but he didn't let it take his mood too far down. He walked back into the locker room, the first of the men to arrive back, and stripped down for a nice, hot shower before he went home for the weekend. He shut the door to the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as it would come. When the temperature satisfied him, he stepped under the scalding spray and let it wash all baby oil and glitter residue off of his body.

He didn't hear anyone come into the bathroom, but suddenly the door was open and someone else was stripping out of their clothes. Subconsciously, Adam wrapped his arms around his naked body and tried to make himself as small as possible. Through the frosted glass of the shower's sliding door, he could see a hand feeling the glass to see if it was being used. Since the shower cubicles were totally enclosed, it was almost impossible to hear inside without opening the door. Adam didn't like the design, but Vince insisted that it maximized privacy.

After a moment, the hand went away and Adam allowed himself to relax. He could still feel his hands crawling all over him, even if it had been six years since that horrific occurrence. Another shower started somewhere off to the side and it seemed as if Adam had been forgotten, which he was thankful for. Slowly, he allowed his body to slide down the wall and he drew his knees into his chest. The fear that he had felt for a minute there turned his blood cold and made his entire body tremble. He needed a shot from the bar before he went home.

Hesitating only a moment, the blond climbed back to his feet and made quick work of his shower. He didn't want to be nude for any longer then he had to be. When he was finished, he killed the stream of water and grabbed the towel off of the wrack on the far wall, ensuring that he wouldn't be naked until he was out of the bathroom. Walking back into the main locker room, he pulled out a pair of Jeff's old black track pants and a shirt that advertised the club's logo: D.A.M.N. – The Hottest Male Exotic Dancers This Side of the World.

"You okay there, Ads? You're shaking awfully bad." JoMo pointed out. He still hadn't mentioned his relationship with Mike, but it was now more obvious than ever, because the brunette couldn't walk right.

"I'm fine… I just don't feel too hot, that's all. I think that I'm gonna… head out for some fresh air, and then I'll head home. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll see you two on Tuesday!" Adam forced out hurriedly.

Jeff and JoMo barely had a chance to say 'Bye' before Adam had rushed out.

To be totally honest, Adam was terrified. It was like he was back in that moment, and he could feel it so vividly that it scared the hell out of him. He could hear the bastard's maniacal laughter, could feel the blood as it dried on his thighs… his clothes torn and pooled around him as his body was used for another's pleasure. He had never felt like so much of a filthy whore then he had at that moment. The only good thing that had come out of it was his beautiful baby girl, Brielle. She was his entire world.

He tried to convince himself that all of the sensations that he felt were in his mind, but it was incredibly difficult. It was like he had lost the connection between his brain and his body, because his body continued to tremble uncontrollably and fight off a non-existent attacker. Not knowing what else to do, Adam broke out into a run. The adrenaline rushed out of him in a flood, and it took him well over fifteen minutes to realize that he was running in that complete opposite direction of the way that he should have traveled to head back home.

He was currently in the ritzy part of town, with houses that were built several layers on top of themselves and swimming pools that seemed to be endless. Adam didn't even have enough money to pay for an operation that would save his daughter's life. He scoffed at the houses, not really watching where he was going, until he collided head-on with a sturdy object and crashed down to the ground. He let out a startled yelp as he sat back up, only to be tackled once more by a dog that seemed to weigh nearly one hundred pounds.

"Heh, long time no see, Adam." Adam's heart turned to stone when he heard that voice and, ever so slowly, he turned around to come face to face with the man who had called out to him.

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A/N: And I shall leave you with that cliffhanger. I know, I'm evil. But, trust me when I say that the next chapter will be uploaded soon! Until then, as always, remember to review! They make me write faster and inspire me to write longer chapters!