Undiscoverd (Part six)
Disclaimer: Don't know them. Don't own them. Not real!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cena/Orton.
Mentions Of: Ric Flair.
Summary: Times get hard for the two friends, but can their love connection last?
Warnings: Just a bit of language and slash.
Note/Spoiler: The end of Undiscovered. I know sad. =/ I'm continuing it though, into another series. This time the series will reflect around Orton instead of Cena. Undiscovered was mainly John coming to terms with his bisexuality. The new series [Which remains nameless] will reflect Randy's faults and getting John back. So on and so forth
He just couldn't believe it. Flair retired and this was his last night. And on top of it all, he didn't even get to go in the ring to thank him because it would take back from his character. It was fair, and it wasn't fucking right. So many mixed emotions, one minute Orton was pissed. The next he was wiping his tears in a corner. Despite the way he was pricieved on tv, Randy Orton actually did have feelings. He'd always looked up to Ric. Flair trained him and took him under his wing during the Evolution days. Now it was all over. Thirty plus years, and it was over.
Sulking could've been the right word to use. Randy just sat there on the bench in his clothes cladded body. His championship belt slung on the floor in front of him, eyes just staring at his name engraved on that belt. Nothing really phased him right now, he was just.. gone. He wasn't there. It was like he was sitting there in his own little world. His hands cupping his face as his elbows rested on his thighs. Just staring down at the floor. He could hear the other guys coming and going, but he payed no attention. He just sat there still, waiting for John as he had been told.
Cena knew Randy was hurting. He knew it before today even came. It was just hard seeing the person you cared a tremendous amount for to be sitting there nearly in tears. John was feeling a great deal of pain when he walked into that locker room. Seeing Orton sitting there and practically pouting. It took him a few moments to walk over to the other man, wondering exactly what he should say or what he should do. He just wanted to run right up to Randy and wrap him in his arms and tell him everything was going to be all right, but then a part of him knew Orton would be slightly pissed. Probably push him away or something. To say the least, John knew this wasn't going to be a very good night.
Walking over behind Randy, John bent down placed his arms around the backside of the younger man causing Orton to jump as he turned his head around to see John. He just shrugged his shoulders and pushed his body away from Cena's as he stood up. He honestly didn't need John's sympathy right now. He just wanted to go back to their room. Not even looking back at the other man again, Randy bent down to pick up his belt. "Randy, look..." Orton just shook his head, his words interupting Cena's while he stuff his title inside of his duffel bag. "I don't wanna hear it John. I really don't need to hear it either. Can we just go back to our room?" Tossing the strap to his bag on his shoulder, Randy just stood there. Eyes connecting to John's form. He was being an asshole, yeah. But he had every right to be. He knew everything John was going to say and right now wasn't the time to hear someone's pitty. He didn't need it and he didn't want to hear it.
John figured that would've been typical Randy though. He just shrugged his shoulders, eyes looking to the floor as he started to walk to the doors of the locker room. "Yeah, let's go." His voice trailing in Randy's ear as he walked out into the hallway. Orton following behind him, but not closely. Cena could've cried right then and there, but he didn't. He just took a deep shakey breath as he choked back his tears. He knew Randy was emotional over everything with Ric retiring, but it just seemed like he had changed so much since he told his friend he loved him. It was a big step for John to finally admit to Randy that he infact did, but now he just acted strange. Whenever he came around him, Randy barely came close to him. He kept his distance, a real big distance. Orton had barely uttered a word to him in nearly a week now. John couldn't help but to feel slightly used.
I mean, Randy was the one that brought him into this whole mess. He was the one that came onto him. He told John he loved him. He wanted him to try everything with him. He wanted to be with him. Everything. And now, it was almost like they were complete strangers. John just sighed as he got into the car and drove out of the arena parking lot. His mind racing with those thoughts. Randy wouldn't use him would he? He said he really cared about him and loved him, didn't he? Orton just stayed quiet like he normally did now, leaving Cena to bit on the inside of his mouth over and over again to hold back his emotions. It was just a small five minute drive from the hotel to the arena, but god it felt like hours. John was never more happier to get out of that car than ever as he pulled into the parking lot. Pulling the keys out of the ignition and flinging his door open. His mouth gasping for the fresh air. Fuck, he just needed to be away from Randy. If he was around him for one more second, he'd probably go insane.
Randy noticed a sudden change in John. He was acting so weird, but maybe it was just his imagination. It was typical Cena to do something idiotic, so even if John was acting a bit strange, it wasn't like it would come to a shock as Randy. Still he followed behind the older man. Down the hallway and into the elevator. He watched as John pressed the button to their floor, still not saying a word. Orton just stared and Cena stared right back. Hurt in one mans eyes and soon the other man's eyes quickly filled with shame. The gaze was broken as the tiny ding sounded upon the elevator stopping, Cena rushed right out once the doors were open and stormed down the hall. He saw Orton's eyes act as if he were innocent, he knew that look. Randy knew he did something wrong. But John didn't give a fuck now. Orton always pulled that slow shit and acted like he didn't know what he was doing. He knew getting involved with that man would end up being a mistake, but no. For a second he thought Randy might be different with him. Obviously, his judgement was wrong then.
Practically running down the hall, Orton chased after Cena who was opening the door to their hotel room. It was amazing how things could be set off between the two just by one look. A fucking look. He knew he fucked him. He'd been distancing himself from John, but not intentionally. He'd just been busy with things. But John couldn't take two seconds to realize that. Everything was just so overwhelming right now and really, Randy didn't know what he was getting himself into as he walked into the room. Seeing John toss his clothes from the drawers and into his bags. Slamming the door behind him, Orton just threw his bag over to the side and walked towards John. "What the hell are you doing?" His voice hitched some as he started to breath more heavier. The feeling of his heart beating rapidly right then. He really didn't need John leaving him right now. He was a mess, and the other man leaving him to be on his own would just tear him apart. "I'm gonna see if the hotels got another room, just to stay there for the night." Murmuring under his breath, Randy could barely even hear him, but he knew fairly what he has said. Natuarally, he just started to panic. "No, John. You can't.. Why?.. I just.. Please." The younger man had stuttered out. Obviously not making much sense at all. John just shook his head as he zipped up his last bag, slightly annoyed by the fact of how frantic Orton was acting. The boy didn't have a clue and it was exactly why John was leaving.
"I just need to get away from you Randy. Fuck, you're driving me insane. You've barely said a word to me in a week, but now all of a sudden you wanna talk? It just doesn't make sense and really, I'm tired of getting my fucking emotions played with. I just... Just let me leave. Let me have a night. Just let me be by myself." John couldn't even look at Randy, he heard him sobbing. He couldn't give into him. Not this time. It wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth getting hurt and getting his emotions toyed with. Orton just plopped down on the bed as Cena pulled his bags down. One strap coming to fling around his shoulder, his hand pulling on the handle to the other one. His eyes caught a glimpse of Randy before he headed out. The other man was wiping his tears as John just stood there emotionless.
Stepping in front of Orton, Cena wiped the last of his tears away. His one hand raising his head up so blue eyes could meet even bluer ones. A sigh escaping the older man's throat as he just stared. "If you love something, you gotta let it go sometimes. And if it comes back, then that's how you know it really is love." Randy's eyes blinked as he held back the rest of his tears. Watching as John leaned forward and pressed maybe one of the last kisses the two would share. Deep, passionate and quick. Pulling back, John just stood in front of him while Randy still remained quiet. "I guess I'll see you around." Orton couldn't even find the words he wanted to say. Hell, no matter what words he said probably wouldn't make anything right anyway. So, he just nodded his head and watched as John turned around and started to walk away.
John's footsteps were stopped though as he turned around to look at Randy one last time. "Thanks for everything though. You know, you told me you'd help me find myself again and.. you pretty much did. So, I really have you to thank for that now. I know how I am again and I'm completely comfortable with it." His words stopped for a quick moment, the same gaze occurred like it had earlier in the elevator. "I just really hope things work out in the end." Still staring at a quiet Orton, the younger man still couldn't say a word. He just bit on his bottom lip to hold back his tears. His head nodding once again and his eyes blinked. John just turned around and walked out of the room. Hearing the clink of the door closing in the lock, Randy knew he was gone and the chances of him coming back into his life were probably slim to none.
It took John a few minutes before he left. He just stood there outside the door, his ear pressed up against the door. Randy wasn't moving, he didn't even hear any wheaping. Another shakey breath escaped Cena's mouth before he headed down the hall. Part of him was wondering if he had made a mistake leaving that night. But at the same time he knew that if what he and Randy had together was infact true love, then Orton would come back and he'd find a way to make it up to John. Just right now, things were tough between the two. Between storylines, apperances, grueling schedules, friends, family, co-workers, etc. It was hard to get a good moment together now.
Still sitting there on the edge of the bed, Randy just stared at the wall. Feeling completely empty, the last person he pretty much had just walked out on him. He leaned forward and opened up the drawer to the nightstand. Pulling out a small box and flipping it open to see the ring he had bought for John just the other day. He'd been waiting for the perfect time to give it to him, maybe tonight should've been that night. But then again, he didn't want to be giving John that promise ring on the terms that they were on. So, he let him go. Just like John said he wanted. Orton was going to get him back though. No matter how much he had to do. How many days it took. He was going to. He was going to give John that ring. He was going to tell him he loved him with everything he had. He was going to promise to be with that man until the end of time. Just now, he had to wait. The night had to trail into day. Bringing a new beginning and a new start.