AN: Hey there! Looong chapter for a change. Hope all like it!

A handful of superstars were all in the locker room after the night's Monday Night Raw. Vince had called a post-show meeting right after, so for a rare occasion nearly everyone was in the locker room at one time. Nearly everyone included CM Punk and Randy Orton.

"It doesn't matter how long someone has been signed! Seniority is for high school!" CM Punk yelled.

"It's not about seniority, it's about experience! And I have the experience to know that you'll be hot for a couple months and then I'll still be here!" Randy yelled back.

The rest of the locker room looked down and went along with changing and packing as the two continued arguing.

"If by 'still here' you mean posted up in the upper mid card spot you have been at since your second strike!"

"Fuck you Phil!"

Dolph, who was standing next to Cody at a locker, then leaned over to Cody.

"Cody?" He said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Cody took his eyes off his yelling boyfriend and over to Nick. "What's up?" he said, matching his volume level.

"So, those two, did they use to date or something?"

"What? No." Cody shook his head.

"Oh. I just thought… Well you know. With the way they fight and everything, I thought… Never mind."

"That's the only reason you're even mad right now! Because I've surpassed you and deep down you know I'm not going anywhere!" CM Punk continued.

"Mad? If anyone here is mad, it's you! Mad that you had to watch so many people get pushed while you stood and watched and couldn't do anything!" Randy snapped back.

"SHUT UP!"

Phil and Randy both stopped in their tracks as Wade Barrett stepped in to the middle of the room. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" he screamed. "You two fight all the bleeding time about a cadre of shit that no one even cares about! You sound like a couple of potty mouthed, eight year old little bitches! Just bitching all the time! I am sick of it! I am sick and tired of listening to you two bitch and moan backstage at every arena, in every city, in every state! Sick and tired! SICK AND TIRED!" He stood there, enraged and now panting.

Randy and Punk looked back in forth at Stu and each other, shocked. The room was completely silent as everyone watched the three of them in anticipation of what would happen. Wade was still livid and was alternating glances between Punk and Randy. Then both of them smirked slightly. Stu looked at both of them confused. Seconds later both men burst out in laughter. Everyone joined Wade in staring at them in confusion for moments but as their fit of laughter continued it became infectious. Slowly, more and more superstars began to laugh as well. Wade still looked around in confusion. Soon enough every one in the room was laughing hysterically. Stu looked from person to person and his confusion returned to anger. He grabbed his bag off a bench and stormed out of the room as the sound of laughter followed him down the hall.

…

A handful of the superstars were now eating at the restaurant in their hotel lobby. It was late at night so they got by with only a few fans noticing and greeting them. John and Randy both gave a handful of autographs and took a couple of pictures. They settled at a table off in the corner, relatively out of sight.

"I don't know. Something about how Stu was more pissed off than me or Phil was just funny to me," Randy recalled.

"And to Phil," Ted added.

They all smiled and chuckled slightly.

They ate their late night meal over joking conversation. As the time passed more and more superstars retreated to their hotel rooms. Cody was eventually one of them.

"Alright guys, I think I'm going to head up to my room. I'm beat," he said, standing up out of his seat.

"Okay," Randy said plainly, as he took a sip of his beer.

"Night Cody," John said.

"I think I'm gonna follow your lead," Stephen said, standing up as well.

"Oh." Cody said, looking down at the table that now only had John and Randy sitting at it.

"Those matches with Mark are just killer," Stephen continued, stretching one of his arms.

"Randy, should I wait up?" Cody asked him.

"No," he responded, followed with another beer sip.

Cody sighed, looked up at the ceiling and turned and walked away. The Irishman followed.

John waited until both of them were out of sight before speaking. "So I know the whole, no-gay-lovin-in-public M.O. but that seemed a little more on the cold side than usual." Randy just shook his head. "Is everything okay with you two?"

Randy took a slow breath. "Not really."

"What's up?"

"I don't know… It's hard to explain."

"Do you feel like trying?"

"Not really."

"That's cool. That's cool," John said.

"What about you? How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," he smiled.

"John, this isn't some cordial, hand shake, meeting shit. This is me," Randy said sternly, staring into John.

"I'm getting there," he paused. "The divorce is nearly finalized. I think there's only been one TMZ article about the whole thing. It went pretty well, all things considered."

"And the stuff with Punk?"

"Vince says he'll keep him from closing the Pay-Per-Views; his attempt at brainwashing the fans into thinking I'm still on top."

"That's not gonna go over well."

"No. And eventually, the fans that actually pay attention are going to get pissed."

"Yep." They both sighed.

"I think part of me wants out."

"Out? What? John, no. Don't let some hack like Phil stop you."

"Not out out. Just out of where I am. I think part of me would be happy sitting back a little. Not being the face, or the poster boy. Like you."

"Like me? When you're like me, part of you always wants to be where you are right now."

"But I know the harsh truths about it. The reality of it all." John trailed off.

"Would you do it all over again?" Randy asked eventually.

John shook his head slowly. "I don't know." They sat in silence for moments. "But anyway, that part of me never gets to see the light of day because it's not my choice. It's Vince's. And he won't be ready to let me go for years to come. And he definitely won't be ready to let me go for Phil to take over. He hates him more than you do I think." They both laughed at that.

A few more silent moments followed until Randy spoke again. "You'll get through it. All of it. You're strong John."

John smiled. "So they tell me." He flexed one of his arms, showing his huge bicep. "Guess how much I'm bench pressing now?" He asked with a huge grin.

"Shut up." They both laughed.

…

Randy and John were both on their way to their rooms. John's was on the way to Randy's so the two were currently standing outside his hotel door.

"All I'm saying is some people could find stiff gorilla movements charming," John said.

"Yeah, other gorillas," Randy responded.

John shook his head and chuckled as he used his key card to open his room. With it cracked open he turned back to Randy. "An argument for another day. Good night Randy."

Randy nodded and began to walk down the hall. "Randy."

He turned and stepped back towards John.

"Thank you," John said seriously.

"For what?"

"For being here. All of this stuff sucks more than I'd ever let on and you know that. It helps; you talking me through everything."

"It's not a problem John. You'd do the same for me," Randy shrugged.

"Still, thank you," John said and then looked down.

Randy stepped forward and pulled John into a hug. "You're welcome," he said in his ear.

John's arms wrapped around Randy's back while Randy's were around his neck. They both pulled each other in tight for seconds. They were both comfortable. The comfort level began to unnerve Randy slightly. He slowly began to pull away from John's strong embrace. John's hands slid down Randy's form to a resting place on his waist. As Randy moved backwards his hands rested on the back of John's neck. Their faces were inches from each other's as they stared into each other's eyes now.

"John," Randy breathed.

Their mouths met at once. They kissed each other fast and rushed, their lips instantly remembering the feeling of the other's. John pulled at Randy's body, making them flush to each other. Randy began to walk John and the larger man willingly stepped backwards into his hotel room. When they crossed the threshold John slammed the door shut and shoved Randy up against it, their lips never parting. Randy's tongue played with John's closed lips for seconds before they parted and allowed Randy to explore the forgotten but familiar territory. John's own tongue swirled around Randy's.

Randy again began to walk John backwards, towards the bed. The mattress hit the back of John's legs and they both fell on to it. Randy settled one of his legs in between John's as they continued to make out. Randy then finally pulled back, breaking their kiss for the first time. They stared into each other's daze and lust filled eyes as both men tried to regain their breath. For seconds, Randy laid on top of John as they continued their eye contact. John's hand then grabbed Randy's denim covered ass and he lifted his hips up into Randy's. Randy moaned as he felt John's hardened manhood against his own. John smiled at the look of ecstasy that took over his friend's face. He then quickly flipped the two of them so he lay on top of Randy and then kissed him again. Their tongues dueled for a few moments before John worked his way down, kissing and sucking on Randy's strong jaw line. Randy writhed beneath him. His fingers found the hem of John's shirt and instantly pulled it off. John lifted his head to oblige as he returned the favor. With both men now shirtless John kissed his way down Randy's neck. One of the Viper's hands rested on John's neck while the other roamed all over his huge larger frame, feeling and massaging every muscle and every crevice. John's mouth found Randy's nipple and sucked on it hard, his tongue repeatedly flicking on the tip of it. Randy moaned and grinded their hips together. John had to stop worshipping the body beneath him long enough to let out a moan of his own. He sat up and pulled off his shorts and boxers, and threw them to the floor. Randy stared at his hard long cock and his mind took him back through so many memories. John smiled as he watched Randy admiring him.

He reached for Randy own jeans but stopped with his fingers on the button. He slowly looked up at Randy with a questioning look on his face. Randy bit his tongue as he and John made another moment of intense eye contact. He slowly nodded his head. John then did the same and unbuttoned, unzipped, and discarded Randy's jeans and boxers slowly. The excitement over took him as he looked down at Randy's erect cock for the first time in years. His hand instantly grabbed it firm at the base and stroked it a couple of times. He repositioned his upper half between Randy's legs and started to lick up and down the length of hardened flesh. Randy's moans grew louder, causing John to smirk. He placed his lips on the head of the cock and at an excruciatingly slow pace lowered his mouth further and further on to it. It took all of Randy's will power to keep his hips still. His hands once again rested on the back of John's neck. John's mouth began to bob up and down on Randy's cock. His hands roamed Randy's tan, hard, sculpted chest and abs. There was a thin layer of sweat making Randy shine. John quickened his movements and drove Randy wild.

"John," he gasped. "John."

John pulled his mouth off and looked up at his friend. His face was so pleasure stricken it made John harder than he thought possible.

"I want you, John. I want you," he continued in a slow and sultry tone.

Randy propped himself up on his elbows and then flipped himself over, on to all fours. John stared at his perfectly tan, firm ass for moments before he moved towards it. He rested on his knees behind Randy and grabbed it with both hands. His hands kneaded the soft but firm flesh; roamed all over the warm skin. He slightly stretched the cheeks apart, exposing Randy's hole. One of his hands continued the massage treatment as the other placed a finger right at the entrance. It pushed in ever so slightly. He rotated his finger, pushing in circles up against Randy's hole. Randy again squirmed. John got the message and pushed his index finger inside. He worked it and out for a while before adding his middle finger. He worked the two fingers in and out and then scissored them. Randy's hands fisted in the comforter on the bed as he re-familiarized himself with the painful pleasure. John pulled both of his fingers out as he ran off the bed for a moment. Randy rested his head on the bed as he awaited. John came back from his duffle bag with some lube and a condom. He got back in to position and squirted some lube on to his fingers and re-entered them. He pushed them further, and stretched them further apart. Randy arched his back as a slight whimper escaped his lips. John then ripped the condom wrapper off and stretched the condom on to his member. He put more lube on his hand and then stroked it on to his cock. He threw the lube on the floor and scooted himself closer to Randy. His hands grabbed Randy's waist as his cock pressed right up against Randy's hole. Without looking back Randy nodded his head. John pushed his hips forward slowly. His cock breached the tight ring of muscle and John was overwhelmed by the tight heat.

"Still," he breathed.

John pushed the entire way in slowly until he was fully inside Randy and his hips now rested against Randy's ass. Both men were groaning messes.

"So long," Randy panted. "It's been so long."

John then set a quick pace, slamming as deep as he could as fast as he could on every thrust. Randy's back arched again as John constantly hit his prostate. Randy propped himself up on one hand as his other began to stroke his own cock. Jong saw and reached one of his hands around. It covered Randy's and they stroked his cock in unison. John kept up his rapid pace as he now began to sweat all over. Both of their moans filled the room.

"Too good Randy," he groaned. "Not gonna last."

Randy didn't respond, only began to jerk himself off faster. John understood and his hand again matched the pace. He leaned down and pressed light kisses over the back of Randy's neck, never slowing his hips' pace. That was all it took for Randy. He and John stroked his cock a few more times and he came all over the bed with one last, loud moan. His muscles contracted tight around John and he too exploded. John rode it out with a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out. He discarded the condom and collapsed on to the bed next to an already collapsed Randy Orton. They laid there for minutes and just breathed heavily.

"Randy," John finally spoke. "What… What does this mean?"

Randy just shook his head and rolled over on to his side, letting sleep take him.