In Front Of Me (Ch.5) and graphy
As per request fromkirakira_luxury , I have typed up chappie 5, and need sleep...badly. -.-zzzz
So, as always, not beta'd, so all mistakes are my own, and don't forget, Feedback = Love.
Warning: I’m not following the time-line of actual events for these two, but there is a time skip of about two weeks from the last entry. You have also been forewarned; this will be a little heartbreaking.
Try to enjoy!! : 3
Chapter 5
Both Randy and John sat back, lounged in their hotel room; it was after a weekend houseshow, and neither of them were in the mood to party, but -a shocker - not sex either; two weeks straight of BJ’s, handjobs and just pure and utter fucking. Get sick of it? Hell no! Get tired? Maybe.
Sitting back with his feet propped up on the coffee table, John stretched his arms up.
“Quit moving,” Randy, whined, his head in John’s lap, nuzzling his thigh, quite comfortable with his position.
Snorting, John ruffled his lover’s hair in an endearing way, just as there was a knock at the door.
“You get it,”
”I dun wanna,” the younger man whined pathetically, only to be bumped up by his lover’s thigh, forcing him up, “fine, fat ass,”
“You love my ass,” the older of the two called.
Rolling pale baby blue eyes, Randy reached for the door, opening to end up met by…Samantha.
“Sam?” He muttered, as she crashed against his chest, clutching as his black ‘beater, “the hell?”
“Oh Randy Baby!” She sobbed, “I am so sorry about all this, about throwing a divorce at you, and hurting you,”
Curious, John titled his head back to see the purebred sucker, all over his man.
“The fuck?” He hissed out, narrowing cerulean blue eyes.
“Sammie, I…” Randy began, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“Just give me one more change baby, please. I know I’ve messed up, I’ve been so stupid, to let you go, please baby,” she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“I need some time Sammie,” he whispered out, his emotions conflicting already…
“Okay,” she nodded, sniffling, as she turned around and left the room.
Sighing softly, Randy closed the door, and made his way back over to the couch where he flopped down.
“Wow,”
“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna seriously think on it?” John arched a brow
“Yeah, why not?” He sensed the harsh tone in his lover’s voice, and retaliated with his own.
“No reason,” he sighed, ruffling his short light brown hair, muttering something.
“What?” Randy practically snapped.
Shaking his head, John stood up, heading towards one of the beds, so he could flow down with his head in a pillow, to relax his nerves.
Sighing softly, Randy switched off the TV and lights; he could tell John wasn’t in the mood for his presence, so took up his own respective bed, hoping all would be well during Raw.
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The entire day before and during was awkward, considering the fact that John’s former lover was there, and that Sam just had to tag along with Randy everyone, which only made John twice as irritated, especially with Randy’s news...
“John,” Randy called softly, walking up behind him, as he packed his bag.
“What?” He grunted, little to no patience left to spare.
“Here, can you take my room key, I’m staying with Sam,” the young man placed the key card on the bench.
“You’re kidding right?” Sarcastic laughter heavy in his voice, “You’re actually going back with the money grubbing whore?”
“She’s no whore,” Randy’s voice came out loud, cold and stern.
“So, you plan on going back to the same person, who three weeks ago threatened a divorce, and broke you down? Are you that fucked up in the head!?” He snapped angrily.
“What the fuck do you care?”
”Obviously a lot more than you’ll ever understand,”
“That’s bullshit,” Randy snorted.
“Really, how long have you known the money-grubbing whore? A few months at best, and I’ve been lookin’ out for your spoiled ass since, oh I don’t know, OVW. Even when on different brands, I looked out for you. If you can’t understand my motives, there’s nothing to say,” John - at this point - shouted, tears forming in the corners of his cerulean blue eyes.
Pale baby blue eyes widened as it all finally sunk in.
“John, I- “ He began, only to be cut off.
“Just leave Randy, go already,” He sighed softly, the bill of his hat covering his eyes.
“But…” Randy argued
“You’re never gonna get it, nor care about me the same way, guess I turned into one of your booty calls,” he released a sad laugh, “please Randy, just go,”
Defeated, he turned around, leaving the room and his “lover”
Sniffling, John returned to packing his bag, blinking back tears occasionally. He was nearly done when…
“CENA!” He heard Triple H growl as he walked into the room, Shawn not too far behind to stop an fight that would come from it, “What did I tell you?”
“Chill out” Shawn called
The Game gripped John’s t-shirt, forcing him around
“Wanna explain why Randy walked out looking like someone killed his puppy, and there was yelling from here before?”
“Go ask him your fuckin’ self,” John hissed
“I want answers, I told you not to hurt him!” His voice stern, but met the same thing in return
“It wasn’t me!! Go ask his wife, alright!” John shouted pulling away, “he’s the one who went back to her,”
“W-what?” Both Shawn and Hunter stammered watching as the young man grabbed his duffle bag and left the locker room.
John sighed out in frustration as he walked out from the arena, his heart slowly chipping down into tiny pieces, while tears welled up in his beautiful blue eyes.
As he walked outside, the realization of Randy being the only one to get a rental, and leaving sunk it, he didn’t have a ride.
“Shit,” He muttered, covering his face, feeling the world weigh heavy on his shoulders; the emotional build so much, he wanted nothing more than to get it out.
“John,” a deep baritone voice rumbled in his ears, as he felt someone place their hands on his shoulders.
Moving his own, he turned around to meet the soft puppy-dog brown eyes, those belonging to Dave Batista…his former lover.
Noticing his tears, The Animal leaned in and gently kissed the streams on his cheeks away, hoping to calm him down.
Sniffling, he leaned against the taller man’s broad chest, as it all came out, the tears coming hard and fast.
Dave wrapped an arm around John’s shoulders, the other moving upwards, so he could gently press him closer, whispering his apologies, and anything to calm him.
After a few moments, he pulled back a little,
“You okay babe?” Dave purred softly, rubbing his thumb over John’s nap.
Nodding, he moved back to wipe the tearstains away, only to find it done for him.
“Need a ride back I take it?” The animal inquired
“Yeah, I do,” John muttered, being guided towards Dave’s rental, “Thanks,”
“Don’t worry about it,” he gave a genuine smile, one that gave John some sort of warmth to his frozen heart.
Once arriving at the hotel, Dave decided to stay…just in case, where he sat back on the couch, John lying against his chest.
“You sure you’re okay baby?” His soft baritone voice rumbling in his former lover’s ears.
“Truthfully Dave…I don’t think I will be…” he sighed, before falling asleep on his “Big Teddy Bear,”
Let’s check on our golden boy…
Randy let out a sigh as he leaned on the balcony, staring out at the city. In between his fingers was a lit Marlboro, with a few ashes gathering on the end.
How ironic that John had caught him smoking a long time ago, and forced him into quitting, now without John, he picked up a cigarette. What’s that saying? Bad habits are like a comfortable bed, easy to get into, but hard to get out of.
‘What the fuck am I doing?’ He thought, lifting the cigarette to his lips and inhaling the toxic smoke, trying to calm his nerves.
“Baby,” he heard, just not in the voice he wanted it to be, “aren’t you coming to bed?”
“Yeah,” he called to his wife, voice already raspy at the effects of his cancer stick.
“Ok,” she murmured softly, her eyes catching the depression in his.
Breathing out a puff of smoke, Randy put out what was left on an ashtray, before lowering his head.
‘Am I really making a wise decision here?’
End of chapter five
So, as always, not beta'd, so all mistakes are my own, and don't forget, Feedback = Love.
Warning: I’m not following the time-line of actual events for these two, but there is a time skip of about two weeks from the last entry. You have also been forewarned; this will be a little heartbreaking.
Try to enjoy!! : 3
Chapter 5
Both Randy and John sat back, lounged in their hotel room; it was after a weekend houseshow, and neither of them were in the mood to party, but -a shocker - not sex either; two weeks straight of BJ’s, handjobs and just pure and utter fucking. Get sick of it? Hell no! Get tired? Maybe.
Sitting back with his feet propped up on the coffee table, John stretched his arms up.
“Quit moving,” Randy, whined, his head in John’s lap, nuzzling his thigh, quite comfortable with his position.
Snorting, John ruffled his lover’s hair in an endearing way, just as there was a knock at the door.
“You get it,”
”I dun wanna,” the younger man whined pathetically, only to be bumped up by his lover’s thigh, forcing him up, “fine, fat ass,”
“You love my ass,” the older of the two called.
Rolling pale baby blue eyes, Randy reached for the door, opening to end up met by…Samantha.
“Sam?” He muttered, as she crashed against his chest, clutching as his black ‘beater, “the hell?”
“Oh Randy Baby!” She sobbed, “I am so sorry about all this, about throwing a divorce at you, and hurting you,”
Curious, John titled his head back to see the purebred sucker, all over his man.
“The fuck?” He hissed out, narrowing cerulean blue eyes.
“Sammie, I…” Randy began, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“Just give me one more change baby, please. I know I’ve messed up, I’ve been so stupid, to let you go, please baby,” she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“I need some time Sammie,” he whispered out, his emotions conflicting already…
“Okay,” she nodded, sniffling, as she turned around and left the room.
Sighing softly, Randy closed the door, and made his way back over to the couch where he flopped down.
“Wow,”
“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna seriously think on it?” John arched a brow
“Yeah, why not?” He sensed the harsh tone in his lover’s voice, and retaliated with his own.
“No reason,” he sighed, ruffling his short light brown hair, muttering something.
“What?” Randy practically snapped.
Shaking his head, John stood up, heading towards one of the beds, so he could flow down with his head in a pillow, to relax his nerves.
Sighing softly, Randy switched off the TV and lights; he could tell John wasn’t in the mood for his presence, so took up his own respective bed, hoping all would be well during Raw.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The entire day before and during was awkward, considering the fact that John’s former lover was there, and that Sam just had to tag along with Randy everyone, which only made John twice as irritated, especially with Randy’s news...
“John,” Randy called softly, walking up behind him, as he packed his bag.
“What?” He grunted, little to no patience left to spare.
“Here, can you take my room key, I’m staying with Sam,” the young man placed the key card on the bench.
“You’re kidding right?” Sarcastic laughter heavy in his voice, “You’re actually going back with the money grubbing whore?”
“She’s no whore,” Randy’s voice came out loud, cold and stern.
“So, you plan on going back to the same person, who three weeks ago threatened a divorce, and broke you down? Are you that fucked up in the head!?” He snapped angrily.
“What the fuck do you care?”
”Obviously a lot more than you’ll ever understand,”
“That’s bullshit,” Randy snorted.
“Really, how long have you known the money-grubbing whore? A few months at best, and I’ve been lookin’ out for your spoiled ass since, oh I don’t know, OVW. Even when on different brands, I looked out for you. If you can’t understand my motives, there’s nothing to say,” John - at this point - shouted, tears forming in the corners of his cerulean blue eyes.
Pale baby blue eyes widened as it all finally sunk in.
“John, I- “ He began, only to be cut off.
“Just leave Randy, go already,” He sighed softly, the bill of his hat covering his eyes.
“But…” Randy argued
“You’re never gonna get it, nor care about me the same way, guess I turned into one of your booty calls,” he released a sad laugh, “please Randy, just go,”
Defeated, he turned around, leaving the room and his “lover”
Sniffling, John returned to packing his bag, blinking back tears occasionally. He was nearly done when…
“CENA!” He heard Triple H growl as he walked into the room, Shawn not too far behind to stop an fight that would come from it, “What did I tell you?”
“Chill out” Shawn called
The Game gripped John’s t-shirt, forcing him around
“Wanna explain why Randy walked out looking like someone killed his puppy, and there was yelling from here before?”
“Go ask him your fuckin’ self,” John hissed
“I want answers, I told you not to hurt him!” His voice stern, but met the same thing in return
“It wasn’t me!! Go ask his wife, alright!” John shouted pulling away, “he’s the one who went back to her,”
“W-what?” Both Shawn and Hunter stammered watching as the young man grabbed his duffle bag and left the locker room.
John sighed out in frustration as he walked out from the arena, his heart slowly chipping down into tiny pieces, while tears welled up in his beautiful blue eyes.
As he walked outside, the realization of Randy being the only one to get a rental, and leaving sunk it, he didn’t have a ride.
“Shit,” He muttered, covering his face, feeling the world weigh heavy on his shoulders; the emotional build so much, he wanted nothing more than to get it out.
“John,” a deep baritone voice rumbled in his ears, as he felt someone place their hands on his shoulders.
Moving his own, he turned around to meet the soft puppy-dog brown eyes, those belonging to Dave Batista…his former lover.
Noticing his tears, The Animal leaned in and gently kissed the streams on his cheeks away, hoping to calm him down.
Sniffling, he leaned against the taller man’s broad chest, as it all came out, the tears coming hard and fast.
Dave wrapped an arm around John’s shoulders, the other moving upwards, so he could gently press him closer, whispering his apologies, and anything to calm him.
After a few moments, he pulled back a little,
“You okay babe?” Dave purred softly, rubbing his thumb over John’s nap.
Nodding, he moved back to wipe the tearstains away, only to find it done for him.
“Need a ride back I take it?” The animal inquired
“Yeah, I do,” John muttered, being guided towards Dave’s rental, “Thanks,”
“Don’t worry about it,” he gave a genuine smile, one that gave John some sort of warmth to his frozen heart.
Once arriving at the hotel, Dave decided to stay…just in case, where he sat back on the couch, John lying against his chest.
“You sure you’re okay baby?” His soft baritone voice rumbling in his former lover’s ears.
“Truthfully Dave…I don’t think I will be…” he sighed, before falling asleep on his “Big Teddy Bear,”
Let’s check on our golden boy…
Randy let out a sigh as he leaned on the balcony, staring out at the city. In between his fingers was a lit Marlboro, with a few ashes gathering on the end.
How ironic that John had caught him smoking a long time ago, and forced him into quitting, now without John, he picked up a cigarette. What’s that saying? Bad habits are like a comfortable bed, easy to get into, but hard to get out of.
‘What the fuck am I doing?’ He thought, lifting the cigarette to his lips and inhaling the toxic smoke, trying to calm his nerves.
“Baby,” he heard, just not in the voice he wanted it to be, “aren’t you coming to bed?”
“Yeah,” he called to his wife, voice already raspy at the effects of his cancer stick.
“Ok,” she murmured softly, her eyes catching the depression in his.
Breathing out a puff of smoke, Randy put out what was left on an ashtray, before lowering his head.
‘Am I really making a wise decision here?’
End of chapter five
