Til a Death Do Us Part

By Paul Tolbert

Published on Feb 19, 2013

Gay

Randy's POV

I woke up bright and early ready to seize the day that was here,

which came rather quickly. Geez, why do I feel so chipper and

happy all of a sudden? It's amazing how things can change so

quickly with the right kind of help. I quietly slipped out of

bed, careful not to wake up Rey. He looked so beautiful just

sleeping, it was an incredible site seeing him there, eyes closed

and a precious smirk painted on his face. After I got dressed in

a pair of boxers and a tight white tank, I leaned over and

kissed Rey on his forehead before grabbing my laptop and headed

out to the balcony. It was rather chilly but I liked it that way.

Rey on the other hand hates cold weather. It was around 6:13am

and I knew that John was working out somewhere. I opened my

laptop lid and launched Skype. I felt like video chatting with

him. I knew he'd be pissed at me interrupting his workout but oh

well.

I found his contact profile and pressed the dial icon. After a

few seconds of ringing John answered and I saw his sweaty face.

"Hey you! The fuck are you doing calling me this early?" He

yelled at me not amused.

"Hey John. Just felt like talking that's all. You working out?"

"Duh Randy. I always get my workouts in early in the morning.

Otherwise I won't feel like doing them at all. You should know

that by now."

"Yeah I know. You need to slow it down sometime man. All that

working out is going to put stress on your heart."

John rolled his eyes. "Shut up Orton. What do you wanna talk

about?" He wiped his brow with a red wrist band and walked over

to a bench and sat down. He was staying at the Marriott hotel a

few blocks away with Cheryl. They had an awesome gym there,

better than the one here. For some reason Rey choose this hotel

to stay at instead of the many other ones that had much better

amenities. I'm guessing because it was cheaper than the Marriott.

Rey is a frugal person and very careful with his money. Me, not

so much. John took a sip of Gatorade and held his phone up close

to his face.

"You see these stress marks I got near the corner of my eyes?

They are growing by the day now."

"Yeah John I see them. Sorry for causing them."

John Blinked.

"Huh? Oh no Randy, its not you who caused them."

"Oh..." I said understanding. I knew who John was referring to at

that moment.

"Its been hell on me Ran. I can't keep doing this to myself and

Cheryl. He...he called last night."

"What did he say?" I asked curious. I re-positioned my laptop to

a more comfortable position.

"Well, I guess he wanted to talk or whatever. I told him it was

over between us and that he should move forward but he didn't

like that answer." John looked over his shoulder to make sure no

one else had snuck into the gym and was eavesdropping on the

conversation. After he made sure the coast was clear, he

continued. "I just need him to understand where I'm coming from

you know? I'm scared as hell he will go to Cheryl and ruin

everything I'm trying to build with her. She is my soulmate

Randy, not anyone else!" John looked over his shoulders again,

anxiety starting to overwhelm him.

John was a good friend to me. we are very close and i care about

him a lot. I was disappointed that John decided to carry on an

affair with Justin behind Cheryl's back as i could never imagine

myself cheating on Rey or anyone else i was in a committed

relationship with, however i understood John better than John

understood himself. i knew deep down John was in major denial

with himself. For years I observed John's behavior around Cheryl

and with other men that seemed to catch his interest. I was

certain John was gay but he wouldn't, and couldn't admit it to

himself. I just want him to be happy.

"Don't worry about it John. I'm sure everything will work out." I

said trying to reassure him everything would work out for the

best. I sure hoped so.

"I have a question to ask you Orton. What do you think Cheryl

wanted to talk to Rey about last night in private after our

double-date?" John asked with worry on his face and embedded

within his voice. "You think she knows? Maybe she was talking to

Rey to figure out how to leave me or something, expose me and

ruin me or--"

"No John! Don't do this to yourself. If she knew she'd tell you.

Cheryl isn't the type of girl to take her boyfriend cheating on

her lying down, no pun intended." John chuckled. "You'd be

nursing the place your balls used to be by now if she knew." John

cringed at those words. He dropped his head down and sighed.

"John?" I asked.

"It's OK Orton. I know. I just hope everything is OK with me and

Cheryl. I'm sure Justin will be just fine. He's not the type of

person to break up a happy relationship."

I rolled my eyes mentally.

"Is he still dating Stephen?" I asked. John nodded. We all knew

what a jerk Stephen has been to Justin for the past few months.

He'd been sleeping around with many different people behind

Justin's back for no apparent reason. Its like something snapped

with him one day. All of a sudden Stephen went from being one of

the most humble people I knew to a complete asshole. If not for

my current situation I'd be trying to figure out what happened to

him. I hate to see someone as nice as Stephen change for the

worse.

John and I continued to talk for a half hour going over current

story-lines in the WWE and how I would be brought back once I

finished my rehab. I wasn't sure if I wanted to come back as a

heel or face. I think Vince would force the decision and turn me

into a babyface for public relation reasons. I didn't have too

much of an issue with that. All I wanted was to get back into the

ring, and with the recent help I've been given, I'll be there in

no time. What sucks is that It took me this long to discover

such a secret.

"Well Orton, I'm hungry as hell so I'm going to go head out.

Anything else you wanna discuss?"

"Yes. When can I see your uncle again?"

John shook his head disappointedly and sighed.

"Randy I thought we went over this? You can't keep thinking about

getting revenge on Dave. That gun you got from my uncle was to

protect you and Rey incase Dave ever came back, it's not to go

out and play vigilante and murder the son of a bitch."

"Well I can't do either now can I? Not after you stole the gun

away from me."

"I HAD TO! When you told me what you were going to do I didn't

have a choice."

"Cena, he visited my hotel room and was going to rape Rey. The

gun got him to leave. I didn't pull the trigger. It took

everything in my power but I managed to restrain myself. I'm not

going to wait for when he gets out of that mental resort for him

to come and terrorize me and Rey again. I have to protect him.

You should understand."

"I do Ran, I honestly do but...man you just gotta let the

system--"

"DON'T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT THE SYSTEM! THEY ARE THE ONES THAT

LET THE BASTARD GET AWAY WITH HIS CRIME!!!" I screamed a bit too

loud. I was sure I woke Rey up from his slumber. "I have to go

John. We will finish this later."

"OK." John hung up and I sat my laptop down on the ground and

went inside to see a bleary-eyed Rey looking at me with

concerned.

"Rey..."

"Ran what's the matter? Is everything--"

"It's fine. Just go back to sleep OK? I'm gonna take a shower."

"But--" That was all he managed to get out before I practically

ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I stripped out

of my clothes and turned on the warm stream of water. I needed

to keep my anger in check. No one can know my plan, my true plan,

including my best friend John.

Justin's POV

I sat in my bed just thinking about what to do for today. No

house show tonight or any live events. It was just me, myself and

apparently no one else. My bed was empty for yet another night

and it was getting lonely. Stephen hadn't come back yet and

John...well that situation is over and done. I hated that I

allowed myself to be an 'experiment' for him but for a very long

time I was madly in love with him. The moment he asked me if I

wanted to do something with him behind closed doors my heart

stopped. I was so thrilled to have the man of my dreams take a

sexual interest in me, but that's all it was, sexual. I kept

telling myself that one day he would come around and one day he

would say that he loved me and wanted to be with me. That day

never came and I doubt it ever will.

I got up, showered, ate breakfast and hunkered down on the

small grey suede couch in our tiny hotel room when the door knob

turned slightly and in walked in a massive Irish brute with messy

red hair and a grumpy attitude. I knew better than to talk to

him directly after he'd just gotten home from one of his many

hookups with random people. Men, women, it didn't matter to him.

As long as it had a warm hole and walked, he'd fuck it.

"Hmh." He groaned as the blaring of the bright sun from the

open window hit his eyes as he tried to catch a glimpse at me. I

wasn't wearing anything but my blue and pink Aussie Bum jock

strap and some crew cut grey socks. He licked his lips and

mumbled something before limping towards the bed and crashing

down face first.

"Cm 'ear." He muffled at me I assumed. I walked over to him and

sat down hear his head. "Get me clothes off." He commanded. I

sighed and complied. I took off his shirt, boots, socks, pants

and belt til he was stripped naked before me. His body was a work

of art. His skin was milky white and every muscle group was

sculpted nicely. As I was setting his pants on the ground neatly

with the rest of his clothing I noticed something red and lacy

poking out of his pocket. I pulled it out and felt it was

slightly damp. I looked at it for a few seconds before noticing

what it was. He looked up at me and saw my expression before

smirking.

"That belongs to me fella. Hand it over."

"Oh really? Since when did you wear women's underwear Stephen?"

I asked irritated. He just scoffed.

"I'm hungry. Go get me something, now." He demanded. I hated

the way he started to treat me all of a sudden. I didn't know

what it was but for some reason I took it. I guess it was partly

due to feeling guilty for what I'd done behind his back with

John. I felt like I didn't have room to be upset with his

cheating because of my own indiscretion, something that should

have never happened and that I deeply regretted, only because my

feelings weren't returned by Cena. To be honest, if John would

have felt the way I felt for him, I'd leave Stephen in a

heartbeat. I took a deep inhale and got up to get dressed. Like a

good boyfriend I walked out to get him something to eat. Before

I closed the door I saw him sniffing and lightly licking at the

soaked panties he'd brought home. He smiled when he noticed I was

looking and then closed his eyes clinging onto the under garment

in his fist. My eyes began to sting from the onslaught of tears

to come.

Next: Chapter 34


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