Pain that ours down the heart 2/?
Hunter watched as Randy laid down, his body bare to the night. Randy looked like he was in a slight fetal position, Randy must have been laying there for what seemed like an eternity when he had finally drifted off to sleep with his lovers scent in his nose.
Hunter sat there and watched as Randy slept through out the night tossing and turning, a few whimpers here and there but never once crying out Johns’ name. He hadn’t been able to sleep since that morning, maybe an hour here and there, and to that reason his in ring skills suffered. His eyes drifted over to what must have been Johns’ side of the bed and stared at the alarm clock, three- thirty. They’d been sitting in here since eight o’clock. His hands went up to his face and just placed them over his face, feeling the planes of his face, he could feel the coldness of his ring on his face. He seemed to have a few more wrinkles now; he brought his hands back and leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling and wonder what Shawn was thinking as he looked down upon him at this moment. He couldn’t help but wonder if Shawn had felt any pain when they were hit. Hell he wondered if Cena had been killed instantly from the impact. Once again his eyes drifted back to his buddy and felt for the kid, at least him and his lover had a life and not starting out like those two were. He slid off the bed and walked over to the window to look into the darkness and to see the color of the night match his soul.
‘Shawn I fucking miss you so much’ he had thought sadly to himself, he felt his stomach rumble; reminding him that he hadn’t really eaten in the last couple of days and needed to refuel. He turned around and headed towards the door and opened it with out any noise.
Hunter walked down the hallway looking towards the empty halls and thought about his life. Thought about the funeral and all who had came for Cena and Michaels, mostly the guys who were couples in the back who understood about them and the other two. Hell he hadn’t talked to Hall or Nash in months and they had showed up, he walked slowly down the stairs and turned left into the living room. He stood there and took the room in you could tell the room reflected both men but in some areas you could tell this was one of Johns favorite rooms to be in.
He noticed ah couple of frames and walked over to the; he picked them up and went over to the couch. He placed the frames in his right and turned the lamp on with his left. He sat down and stared at the frames in question, one was of John and Randy when they must have met back in the OVW days; one was combined picture of the two with the WWE Championship, and lastly the party where Orton had asked Cena to spend the rest of his life with him.
“Hunter doing this to your self isn’t going to make this better” a voice drew out into the darkness.
“Yeah well you being dead really isn’t helping my sanity either bud” hunter looked up expecting to see the man in question that had been talking to him.
‘I’m drunk’ he thought to himself and stood up and headed to the kitchen. The light above the stove was on. The plates were all air drying and the chips and pretzels were all put away. He went over to the fridge and pulled it open. Everything was in order Johns mother must of done this, he couldn’t really blame her if she did after everything that had happened. He noticed the Tupperware and went for the first on he popped the top off and smelt what was inside. Mac and cheese, he didn’t want to make any noise to wake the kid up so he made his way over to the table and pulled the chair out and placed the food and his drink down on the table. He went over to the draws and started to look for the silverware.
“Second one near the fridge” Hunter jumped nearly ten feet out of his skin “Jesus fucking Christ Randy give a guy fucking heart attack!” Hunter had spun around and had latched onto the counter for leverage or he would have fallen on his ass.
“You’re over dramatic Hunter” Randys’ tone was flat and lace with boredom.
“Yeah and your sneaky as a fucking snake”
“Learned from the best”
“Touché” Randy walked out from the shadows and made his way over to the draw where hunter was still clutched to and pulled a fork out to help eat what ever it was Hunter pulled out for himself.
“While you’re over there Hunt grab me a bottle of water” Hunter narrowed his eyes “you were just over here and couldn’t grab the fucking thing!”
“Come one papa bear you know you want to take care of Baby bear!” there was mocking and sarcasm all laced into one.
Hunter walked back over to the fridge and pulled out the bottle of water, and shut the fridge once he had the bottle in his hand and made his way back to the table. Hunter moved the lid off to the side of them, he noticed Randy going in for the first bite. Hunter placed his forearms on the table and leaned on them “ let me guess, you want to share with papa bear to?!” he was trying to intimidation, Randy looked at him and then back at the food. Randy stuck his fork in and pulled a nice big bite out and stuck it into his mouth “yup” he mumbled with the food in his mouth, his voice came out muffled.
“Puny little bastard!” hunter grumbled as he stuck a bite of his own into his mouth. The two sat there and fully at a meal.
Randy rand his tongue along his teeth and held the fork between his fingers “what are we suppose to do now hunter?” Hunter looked at the kid and sighed “Honestly Randy I really don’t know what we’re suppose to do” he paused for a minute while he sipped on his beer, he swallowed what was left in his mouth before he spoke up “move on I guess”
Randy just numbly nodded.
“Come on lets watch some tube and see if we can pass out” Hunter rose an took the Tupperware to the sink and walked to the hall were Randy had gone out of.
Randy had curled up with a blanket on Johns favorite Chair; Hunter on the other hand had taken the sofa. It was deep enough and soft enough to sleep on, what better place to self pity in hunter thought to himself.
“Randy go to comedy central and see who’s on.” They both saw a comedian they both had enjoyed watching live at one point. Randy looked at Hunter who looked over to him and hunter nodded his head. They had settled down and watched the show.
Randys sleep was plagued by darkness and restlessness; he felt something wet go against his skin and shiver. Make that something cold, it just wouldn’t go away; “God damn it Hunter fucking cut it out” he heard laughing by his ears, laughing that shouldn’t have been there in his living room. His blood ran cold while his heart rate picked up to an alarming rate. It couldn’t have been him, it was just a dream that was induced by the lack of sleep he’s been getting and the amount of liquor he was in taking!
He felt a tongue swipe at his pulse fallowed by a mouth latching on to his throat. He knew hunter wouldn’t even contemplate doing something like this as soon as Shawn was out of the picture let alone John. That mouth had landed on his week spot, he couldn’t help but whimper, only one other person had ever known where that spot was and he was dead.
“J” he whimpered; his subconscious was playing a cruel trick on him but at that particular moment he didn’t care. He could feel the hands of this said person sliding down his shirt cover chest and slipping under the hems of the fabric.
The mouth slipped up to his ear at that particular movement around his skin had sent shivers down his spine. He gently bit his lip and turned his cheek to rest against the figure besides him.
“Baby” at the sound of his voice his eyes snapped open and pulled back, what he saw blew his mind away. He was starting to breathe in desperation and panic “your dead” he whispered. ‘Your dead” rang through out his head over and over like a broken mantra. Randy freaked and pushed Cena away from him; his hands landed on solid flesh an heard a body hit the floor. He flew out of his chair and stared down at the man before him. Light blue eyes stared back at him in confusion and annoyance, he flew from the room “Randy” he heard his lovers voice call after him. He took the stairs two at a time, he reached the top of the stairs and looked at the wall in front of him and turned towards their bedroom. As he made his way into the bedroom he noticed something was extremely wrong with the picture.
The sheets on the bed were white; they were supposed to be black! He looked down trying to regain his breathing while he thought about this rationally for a moment. Hunter had to be in one of the guest rooms. He had to of changed the sheets when he was asleep on the couch. The apparition of John was induced from the liquor. There that seemed like a logical explanation to his tired mind! He looked back up and took a look around the room. Everything wasn’t the way he had left it; their duffle bags were sitting by the bathroom an ready to go back out on the road. They had been sitting there week before Cena had been killed. He eyed them for a few more minutes; he slowly started to walk over to the bags like they contained the most deadly snakes.
He swallowed slowly he just couldn’t get the knot out of his throat; this wasn’t right! What the fuck was in that bottle that he downed?!
He unzipped their bags; everything was as it had been before “RANDY!” Johns’ voice rang through out their bedroom. Randys head snapped to the sound of the man that was standing in front of him. He slowly stood up and faced Cena but never moving; he wanted to reach out to the other man to confirm what his hands had earlier, but it just wasn’t possible. Was it?
He watched as Cena started to approach him; he was glued to his spot. He saw John stand right in front of him, breathing, blue eyes questioning whether or not his mind was still in contact. His eyes moved back and forth frantically, while he was laboring his breathing.
Cena gently touched Randys cheek, he felt the younger mans body jerk at the contact “what the fuck is going on with you” he mumbled out. Randy shook his head no, he started to moved back from Cena like he was the black plague, Cena was starting to get worried.
“What is the matter with you!” he went to pick Randy up by his arms, when suddenly the younger man ripped his arm out of John’s hand. He was starting to come unglued.
“You’re DEAD why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone!” Randy started to shake uncontrollably
“I’m what” John slowly moved to sit on the floor along side Randy for the first time he noticed Randy silently sobbing “Baby” his voice held meaning to it, trying to comfort the other man. He leaned his head down to the shoulder of Randy and slowly placed a light kiss upon it. He rested the side of his face on his lovers shoulder for a moment. ‘Randy must have had a pretty fucked of dream to be acting all kinds of wacko’ john silently thought to himself.
“Randy if I was dead how could I be touching you” the other man didn’t respond “if I was dead would you be able to hear me?” he leaned in a placed a kiss on Randy throat. The younger man slowly stopped shivering and John smiled “if I was dead wouldn’t you think my libido would be dead” he slightly laughed at his corny joke. Randy slowly looked at him like he was the most stupidest person on the planet and Cena seemed to pick up on the message.” I didn’t say it was the funniest joke around but it’s true!” he leaned in and was finally able to reach his destination that he had started out over and hour for. His lovers’ lips.
Randy didn’t respond right away it took some him a couple more kissed to respond to John. He felt his lovers’ ruff but gentle hands come upon his face and stare into his eyes. Cena saw the unshed tears of his lovers, the whiteness of his eyes slightly pitched in red at the corners, the blue or Randys’ eyes had gone midnight. Randy shifted on the carpet to face his lover; his nails were blunt and digging into Johns face. His eyes raked over Cenas face looking for the little nicks that were embed to Johns’ skin. To his amazement they were all there.
“It’s really you” he mumbled out, John couldn’t help but noticed how Randys chin trembled and it just tore at him.
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