A/N: So, a few months ago I did a poll on my page asking which of my one-shots deserved a sequel. "When the Wives are Away" won but in a close second came in "24 Hours". I was hesitant to do it because I love the story and think adding onto it would've ruined it. I've decided to just try it, though. I'm going to leave "24 Hours" as is on my profile as a one-shot and start this one as it's own new story. Obviously towards the end, that ending will come into play. I explore John dying in my other story, "Love Story" so I wanted to explore Randy dying in this one. Hopefully they wont be too similar. This will be a very short story, not like "Love Story" so...read and tell me what you think.

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John Cena stood in the open doorway to his best friend's locker room and stared. The younger man was completely oblivious to his presence as his long fingers moved up and down the screen of his cell phone. His forehead was creased with a slight frown as he read the words on the screen and his cheeks were being dusted by the long lashes that covered his ice blue eyes.

A small smile came across John's lips as he took a quiet step into the room and shut the door behind him. "Looking for love on Twitter?"

Randy Orton lifted his head from his iPhone and smiled at the man before him. "No, funny man. Just answering some questions…oddly enough, most are about you."

John lowered himself to the small loveseat and sat besides Randy, looking over the younger man's shoulder at the phone screen. "Because even the fans know you and I are meant to be together. They're trying to drill it into your head. When will you finally realize it?"

Randy rolled his eyes and ignored the comment. He could feel John's breath on his face and he slowly pulled away. "Don't start, John. I'm too tired for this."

"Wanna come back to my room? I'll give you a massage and help you fall into a nice, relaxing sleep…" John raised an eyebrow and pretended to ignore Randy moving away from him.

Randy smiled slowly. "No, thanks. I thought the whole point of us getting separate rooms was to spend time apart."

John shook his head and sighed in annoyance. "Well, honestly speaking, I don't know what the whole point of us getting separate rooms was. It was your idea, remember?"

"Yeah, and you agreed to it." Randy hesitantly slid closer to John on the sofa they shared. "Johnny, we need to spend some time apart. We don't want to get sick of each other, do we?"

"I don't feel the need to want to spend time apart, Randy. If anything, I want to spend more time with you. You know that." John slid his hand toward Randy's leg and lifted it to his knee. "Ran, you know how I feel and what I want and it all comes down to you."

Randy looked at John's hand on his thigh and slowly pushed it away. "John, don't say things like that. You're practically my brother…"

"But I'm not your brother. If I was your brother, the thoughts I have of us together would make me a freak." John smiled and shook his head. "Why are you making me go through this, Ran? We've known each other for ten years! We love each other! We know each other better than anyone else. We can talk about anything. Our families get along. Alanna loves me. Our friendship is amazing. Why won't you open yourself up for something more?"

"Because of all the things you just said, John." Randy smiled slowly and shook his head. "Our friendship is amazing and the thought of fucking it up and losing you scares the life out of me."

"So, you would rather go on stupid blind dates with guys who are only after you because of how you look or how much money you have or how famous you are?" John rolled his eyes and stood up, beginning to pace the empty locker room. The argument with Randy that had become a constant just got more and more frustrating each time. The desire to shake his friend into submission was overwhelming.

"Yes, I would rather do the blind dates. Maybe one of them will be the man of my dreams. If not, well, so what? I can lose them. I can't lose you so I'm not even gonna risk it."

"The Randy I know isn't afraid of anything." John stopped his pacing and walked back over to the sofa. Randy smiled and stood up, shaking his head slightly. "Well, this Randy is afraid of losing his best friend. Am I going to lose you, Johnny? If I can't give you what you want, will I lose you?"

"Ran, I want nothing more than for you to give me the green light here and I'll probably never stop trying to convince you. I know in my heart that you and I are meant to be together. I'm the only man who can love you the way you deserve to be loved. "John took a step closer to Randy's body as the younger man laughed softly.

"Could you possibly be anymore conceited?"

John smiled and wrapped his arms around Randy's slim waist, feeling the man stiffen in the embrace. "It's not conceit; it's the truth. I know what an incredible man you are, Randy, faults included. You deserve only the best in everything and you'll soon find out that I'm the one who can give it to you, handsome."

Randy's smile slowly faded as he stared into John's eyes. His grip around his waist warmed Randy's skin under the t-shirt he wore and he slowly relaxed into the embrace. Confusion filled his head and he quickly shook it away. "Johnny, don't do this. Don't spend this time chasing after me. Try to find someone who can give you back all you're offering. You deserve only the best, too. Find someone to love…"

"I already found him and I don't plan on letting him get away." John pulled Randy into his chest and quickly leaned forward, pressing his lips over Randy's. The younger man let out a startled yelp which quickly turned into a low moan and John's lips pressed down harder. His hand wound around Randy's head to tilt him to the perfect angle as he licked at the plump lip, demanding entry into his mouth. Randy sighed and welcomed John inside, deepening the kiss. Loud blasts of music in the room made them jerk apart, panting harshly. Randy's eyes widened and he quickly moved away from John, walking over to his jacket and pulling out his phone. He quickly silenced the ringer and let it slide back into the pocket of the jacket before turning around. John watched him expectantly, arms crossed over his chest.

"I have to go. I'm meeting Ant for a late dinner. His match is done and I barely get to see him since I moved to Smackdown..."

John sighed and shook his head. "You're never gonna stop running away from me, are you, Ran?"

Randy averted John's gaze. "We can't do this, John. You have to get it inside your head. We're friends and that's it. Forget about any other ideas you have about us."

John smiled slowly and walked over to door. "Not gonna happen, handsome. I'm not gonna stop chasing you. I will have you, Randy Orton, mark my words." He raised his eyebrow and smirked, eliciting a laugh from Randy. "John, just give up already."

John's mouth dropped open. "Dude, what's my motto? Never give up!" He quickly grew serious and pulled the locker room door open. "Besides, I don't really think you want me to give up. I think you like me chasing you…and kissing you."

Randy frowned and slid his jacket on. "No, I really don't, John, and I wish you would stop. It's not fair to you."

"Let me decide what's fair to me." John smiled and held the door open, motioning for Randy to walk through. Randy watched him suspiciously, his eyebrow arched. He quickly walked through, his arm brushing John's stomach. The older man smiled and linked his arm through Randy's. Randy looked down on him with a frown and sighed loudly. "John,"

John quickly pulled him forward, leading him to the more crowded men's locker room where he knew Anthony would be waiting. "Relax, I'm just gonna say goodbye. I promise to behave, handsome."

Randy groaned and shook his head. "Stop calling me that, John."

"Would you prefer gorgeous?" John smiled and pulled away when Randy groaned even louder. The door to the locker room appeared before them and they came to a stop. "We're here. Delivered safely and soundly."

Randy nodded and smiled slowly. "I'll see you tomorrow. Try to have some fun tonight, OK."

John leaned on the wall and nodded. "Oh, I will. I'm gonna go back to my lonely hotel room and go to sleep. The only fun will be if I'm granted another dream with you in it. Let's hope for that."

Randy rolled his eyes but laughed. "You're such a dork, John. I don't know why I put up with you."

John shrugged and flashed a wide smile. "Must be the dimples."

Randy's smile remained and he slowly pushed the locker room door open, the noise from inside filtering out to them. "Have a good match and a good night, Johnny."

John sat up from the wall and smiled, reaching forward to envelop Randy into a quick hug. "You, too, handsome."

Randy smiled against John's shoulder and nodded before reluctantly pulling away. He walked into the crowded locker room and let the door slam behind him. Leaning on the wall, Randy closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, desperately trying to stop thinking about John. Nothing would ever happen between them. He wouldn't allow it.

A/N: Short start. Just trying this idea out. Let me know what you think in your reviews!