FIC: Eclipse (Centon; Rated R; 4/?)
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Title: Eclipse
Pairing: Centon (main)
Story Rating: R
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Summary: When trust becomes an issue, things can go horribly wrong.
Author's Notes: I'm sorry that the chapters have been pretty short thus far, but I actually think it serves the story better, and yes, I'm THIS evil to keep giving you cliffhangers. It keeps you coming back, so I must be doing something good. ;)
X-Posted to: marcianafics, cenaortonmylove and lady_tavington
Previous:
1. Just Tonight
2. The Morning After
3. Dinner At Last
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ECLIPSE
a CENTON fic
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
Chapter 4
The Proposal
John crumples up the note and throws it into the trash bin, so off-put and pissed off so early in the morning. “Sorry to leave so early,” Randy had written, “Something came up. See you later.”
At least he still didn’t say goodbye. He never does. But that’s little consolation compared to the fact that for what is probably the fourth time in 5 days, John has woken up to an empty bedside, when he and Randy had been all about making this week theirs. What happened to all their plans, all the “making up” Randy kept promising he would do? Coz if he thought last night was making it up to John, he was very sadly mistaken.
John finds his thoughts drifting, and soon he finds himself seething with anger and bitterness as the possibility that is CODY comes to him, stealing away what little calm is left in him. Then again, it’s not just Cody, is it? At some point, it had been Punk, but John had put his foot down. Randy had never apologized.
Randy Orton never apologizes for those types of things.
John tries to wipe those kinds of thoughts from his mind. What’s wrong with him? What kind of boyfriend is he if he keeps thinking Randy is sleeping around behind his back? Why can’t he just trust Randy and have done with?
It’s because Randy isn’t the issue - it’s ME. It’s been six whole years since that first kiss, and I STILL don’t know what he’s doing with me, or what good I’ve done in my life to deserve him. Of course everybody wants him. I have him, and that’s the difference. But I still don’t know how or why. And that’s what scares me.
Not that he’s putting all the blame on himself, of course. He’d always known Randy had a wandering eye, and was as in love with the notion of being wanted or lusted after as he was with John.
He’d told John about Cody before anything had happened, and John indulged him, knowing Cody would never let Randy go, that he’ll always be in the sidelines, waiting to pounce at the opportune moment.
Randy had kept quiet about Punk until John found out, but John hadn’t thrown a fit, hadn’t been angry so much as he had been hurt, but they’d both quickly gotten over that. Punk never even talked about it, so neither did they. It’s as if the whole thing never happened.
But it DID happen. And so had Cody. And where is all the evidence pointing to? And here he is, alone in a hotel room, staring out at a city that’s both familiar and alien at the same time, wondering when he stopped being enough for Randy. Or if he was ever enough at all to begin with.
Sighing deeply, he puts on some clothes and heads downstairs, pocketing his keycard. It’s probably too early for a drink (he hasn’t even had breakfast), but if it’s libations he needs to get a grip on himself, then libations he’ll have.
He spots Justin sitting at a table by himself, and memories of their exchange in the bathroom the other night come flashing back. The gold pendant glistens in the light, and then Justin looks up at him, as if realizing he was standing there and staring at him. Oh God, yes, I’m staring.
John turns away and sits at the bar, his mind quickly pulling together a plan he isn’t aware of yet.
“What would you like?” the bartender asks him.
“Chardonnay,” he says, having an inkling the bar here didn’t have Coors Light. He can feel eyes on him, his eyes, as he waits for the bartender to bring him the drink.
Justin arrives at his side before the drink does. John doesn’t look at him at first, and Justin cocks his head to one side and watches him quietly for a while.
“Do you wanna buy me a drink?” he asks softly.
Now John turns to look at him, the plan in his mind ludicrous, dangerous, but sure-fire. “What would you like?” he asks him.
Justin gives him a small but sweet smile. “What are you having?” he asks just as the bartender places the drink in front of John.
“Another chardonnay for him,” he tells the bartender, who obediently bustles off to get another one for Justin.
“I rarely ever see you alone,” Justin says, getting straight to the point, “For some reason, you singled me out right away.”
“You’re hard to miss,” John replies, and something passes in Justin’s face, but John doesn’t catch it, “I think Randy would like you.”
Again, something creases Justin’s expression, but the moment is so fleeting, John thinks it was probably just a trick of the light. “What, do you pick his flings for him?” he asks, slightly bemused.
John takes a long sip of his drink just as Justin’s arrives. He shakes his head. “No, I don’t,” he says simply. But I sometimes wish I did.
“What’s this about then?” Justin asks as he picks up his glass. John finds himself watching Justin’s fingers wrap carefully around the thin stem of the glass.
John takes a couple of large sips, as if to steel himself, before addressing Justin’s question. “Have you ever been with a man?” he asks, although he thinks he might already know the answer.
“Two or three,” Justin answers honestly, nonchalantly, “None of them really worked out.”
John gives a stiff nod, drinking up again. He only has about a third of his glass left. “I need you to do something for me,” he says, avoiding Justin’s gaze.
“You want me to sleep with Randy?” Justin asks, and John swears if he’d been having a drink at that point, he might’ve choked on it.
“No, not that far,” he says quickly (I think,) “I need you to approach him, turn on the charm, and see how he reacts. And then I want you to tell me everything.”
“You think he’s cheating on you,” says Justin. It isn’t a question.
“He’s done it once,” John confides, “Twice, but the first time, I actually let him, which I guess led him to think it was okay the second time around. I hate to admit it, but he’s liable to do it again, and I...I need to know. If at least so that I can sleep better at night. It never hurts to be sure.”
Justin takes a sip of his drink, then brushes a few strands of hair from his forehead. “So you want me to...present myself to him, see if he takes the bait,” he summarizes, “What will you do if he does?”
“...I’ll figure it out when I get there,” John replies, catching himself, “If. If I get there.”
“And what about me?” Justin asks, “What do I get?”
John turns away from the bottom of his now empty glass, and finds himself staring deep into Justin’s unnervingly beautiful hazel eyes. They’re quite unlike anything he’s ever seen.
The air has shifted around them. Again, John feels it. Again, Justin does nothing.
John clears his throat, breaking the tension hanging between them. “I don’t know,” he says, “I can pay you, I guess.”
Justin laughs, the sound almost melodious. “You know what this looks like, don’t you?” he asks John, who hides his sudden embarrassment behind a hand.
“Jesus,” he breathes, chuckling a little shamefully, “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry.”
Justin just laughs again. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he says, “I was just teasing. In any case, I’m sure you and I will work something out eventually.”
Something in Justin’s words makes John look at him again curiously. But Justin is quite still, drinking from his glass, eyes forward and not on John.
“So, when do I go to him?” Justin asks, and it takes John a few seconds to realize that Justin has accepted his proposal without so much as a second thought.
“At the next Smackdown taping,” John replies, “If there’s anything to catch, it’ll happen when he knows I’m not there to catch it. And then I’ll meet up with you somewhere when you’re all back in Florida, and you can tell me everything then.”
Justin nods. “All right,” he says cordially, “I hope everything works out between the two of you, if that’s of any help.”
John smiles gratefully at him. “Thanks,” he replies, pulling his wallet out, “Hope you liked the drink.” He puts down a little more than enough for both drinks, and walks off, feeling a sense of both excitement and dread at what he and Justin had just agreed to.
Justin watches him walk out of the bar and into the hotel lobby before disappearing into the elevator corridors, sipping the last of his drink.
~ TO BE CONTINUED. ~
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Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
http://twitter.com/marciana86
Title: Eclipse
Pairing: Centon (main)
Story Rating: R
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Summary: When trust becomes an issue, things can go horribly wrong.
Author's Notes: I'm sorry that the chapters have been pretty short thus far, but I actually think it serves the story better, and yes, I'm THIS evil to keep giving you cliffhangers. It keeps you coming back, so I must be doing something good. ;)
X-Posted to: marcianafics, cenaortonmylove and lady_tavington
Previous:
1. Just Tonight
2. The Morning After
3. Dinner At Last
=======================================================================
ECLIPSE
a CENTON fic
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
Chapter 4
The Proposal
John crumples up the note and throws it into the trash bin, so off-put and pissed off so early in the morning. “Sorry to leave so early,” Randy had written, “Something came up. See you later.”
At least he still didn’t say goodbye. He never does. But that’s little consolation compared to the fact that for what is probably the fourth time in 5 days, John has woken up to an empty bedside, when he and Randy had been all about making this week theirs. What happened to all their plans, all the “making up” Randy kept promising he would do? Coz if he thought last night was making it up to John, he was very sadly mistaken.
John finds his thoughts drifting, and soon he finds himself seething with anger and bitterness as the possibility that is CODY comes to him, stealing away what little calm is left in him. Then again, it’s not just Cody, is it? At some point, it had been Punk, but John had put his foot down. Randy had never apologized.
Randy Orton never apologizes for those types of things.
John tries to wipe those kinds of thoughts from his mind. What’s wrong with him? What kind of boyfriend is he if he keeps thinking Randy is sleeping around behind his back? Why can’t he just trust Randy and have done with?
It’s because Randy isn’t the issue - it’s ME. It’s been six whole years since that first kiss, and I STILL don’t know what he’s doing with me, or what good I’ve done in my life to deserve him. Of course everybody wants him. I have him, and that’s the difference. But I still don’t know how or why. And that’s what scares me.
Not that he’s putting all the blame on himself, of course. He’d always known Randy had a wandering eye, and was as in love with the notion of being wanted or lusted after as he was with John.
He’d told John about Cody before anything had happened, and John indulged him, knowing Cody would never let Randy go, that he’ll always be in the sidelines, waiting to pounce at the opportune moment.
Randy had kept quiet about Punk until John found out, but John hadn’t thrown a fit, hadn’t been angry so much as he had been hurt, but they’d both quickly gotten over that. Punk never even talked about it, so neither did they. It’s as if the whole thing never happened.
But it DID happen. And so had Cody. And where is all the evidence pointing to? And here he is, alone in a hotel room, staring out at a city that’s both familiar and alien at the same time, wondering when he stopped being enough for Randy. Or if he was ever enough at all to begin with.
Sighing deeply, he puts on some clothes and heads downstairs, pocketing his keycard. It’s probably too early for a drink (he hasn’t even had breakfast), but if it’s libations he needs to get a grip on himself, then libations he’ll have.
He spots Justin sitting at a table by himself, and memories of their exchange in the bathroom the other night come flashing back. The gold pendant glistens in the light, and then Justin looks up at him, as if realizing he was standing there and staring at him. Oh God, yes, I’m staring.
John turns away and sits at the bar, his mind quickly pulling together a plan he isn’t aware of yet.
“What would you like?” the bartender asks him.
“Chardonnay,” he says, having an inkling the bar here didn’t have Coors Light. He can feel eyes on him, his eyes, as he waits for the bartender to bring him the drink.
Justin arrives at his side before the drink does. John doesn’t look at him at first, and Justin cocks his head to one side and watches him quietly for a while.
“Do you wanna buy me a drink?” he asks softly.
Now John turns to look at him, the plan in his mind ludicrous, dangerous, but sure-fire. “What would you like?” he asks him.
Justin gives him a small but sweet smile. “What are you having?” he asks just as the bartender places the drink in front of John.
“Another chardonnay for him,” he tells the bartender, who obediently bustles off to get another one for Justin.
“I rarely ever see you alone,” Justin says, getting straight to the point, “For some reason, you singled me out right away.”
“You’re hard to miss,” John replies, and something passes in Justin’s face, but John doesn’t catch it, “I think Randy would like you.”
Again, something creases Justin’s expression, but the moment is so fleeting, John thinks it was probably just a trick of the light. “What, do you pick his flings for him?” he asks, slightly bemused.
John takes a long sip of his drink just as Justin’s arrives. He shakes his head. “No, I don’t,” he says simply. But I sometimes wish I did.
“What’s this about then?” Justin asks as he picks up his glass. John finds himself watching Justin’s fingers wrap carefully around the thin stem of the glass.
John takes a couple of large sips, as if to steel himself, before addressing Justin’s question. “Have you ever been with a man?” he asks, although he thinks he might already know the answer.
“Two or three,” Justin answers honestly, nonchalantly, “None of them really worked out.”
John gives a stiff nod, drinking up again. He only has about a third of his glass left. “I need you to do something for me,” he says, avoiding Justin’s gaze.
“You want me to sleep with Randy?” Justin asks, and John swears if he’d been having a drink at that point, he might’ve choked on it.
“No, not that far,” he says quickly (I think,) “I need you to approach him, turn on the charm, and see how he reacts. And then I want you to tell me everything.”
“You think he’s cheating on you,” says Justin. It isn’t a question.
“He’s done it once,” John confides, “Twice, but the first time, I actually let him, which I guess led him to think it was okay the second time around. I hate to admit it, but he’s liable to do it again, and I...I need to know. If at least so that I can sleep better at night. It never hurts to be sure.”
Justin takes a sip of his drink, then brushes a few strands of hair from his forehead. “So you want me to...present myself to him, see if he takes the bait,” he summarizes, “What will you do if he does?”
“...I’ll figure it out when I get there,” John replies, catching himself, “If. If I get there.”
“And what about me?” Justin asks, “What do I get?”
John turns away from the bottom of his now empty glass, and finds himself staring deep into Justin’s unnervingly beautiful hazel eyes. They’re quite unlike anything he’s ever seen.
The air has shifted around them. Again, John feels it. Again, Justin does nothing.
John clears his throat, breaking the tension hanging between them. “I don’t know,” he says, “I can pay you, I guess.”
Justin laughs, the sound almost melodious. “You know what this looks like, don’t you?” he asks John, who hides his sudden embarrassment behind a hand.
“Jesus,” he breathes, chuckling a little shamefully, “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry.”
Justin just laughs again. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he says, “I was just teasing. In any case, I’m sure you and I will work something out eventually.”
Something in Justin’s words makes John look at him again curiously. But Justin is quite still, drinking from his glass, eyes forward and not on John.
“So, when do I go to him?” Justin asks, and it takes John a few seconds to realize that Justin has accepted his proposal without so much as a second thought.
“At the next Smackdown taping,” John replies, “If there’s anything to catch, it’ll happen when he knows I’m not there to catch it. And then I’ll meet up with you somewhere when you’re all back in Florida, and you can tell me everything then.”
Justin nods. “All right,” he says cordially, “I hope everything works out between the two of you, if that’s of any help.”
John smiles gratefully at him. “Thanks,” he replies, pulling his wallet out, “Hope you liked the drink.” He puts down a little more than enough for both drinks, and walks off, feeling a sense of both excitement and dread at what he and Justin had just agreed to.
Justin watches him walk out of the bar and into the hotel lobby before disappearing into the elevator corridors, sipping the last of his drink.
~ TO BE CONTINUED. ~
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Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
http://twitter.com/marciana86