Author: CodiasePosseCRxTD PM
A collection of my old oneshots along with new ones that I decide to write. Read, review and enjoy!Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Evan Bourne & Randy Orton - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,059 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-15-11 - id: 7467830
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A/N: So this is my Valentines Day story. Just so you know, I hate this holiday. I think its completely and utterly stupid. But yeah. The pairing is Randy/Evan. I used Evan's real name, Matt. So read and enjoy! Also, forgive me for any grammatical or spelling mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from the WWE. All I own is the plot. I respect the sexuality and preference of all wrestlers and if I don't get their character the way the legitimately are, it's because I don't know them.
Warnings: Slash, implied sexual thoughts, intimate scenes (NO SEX! SORRY!), possibly a few swears. Not really sure.
Be My Valentine
Monday. Valentine's Day. Raw. All three are one and the same this year. And it sucked royally. Well, at least for Matt. He may have a lot of energy and endurance, but he IS small. And being small meant he had to work harder. So just one match wore him out, especially since most of the guys were bigger than him. Tonight, he had a match with Randy against Mike and Phil. He was happy that it was a tag match. This way, he had some time to recuperate. And he was glad that said match was with Randy. Tagging with Randy was…
"5 minutes, Bourne!" a stagehand yelled, pulling Matt from his thoughts. He stood up and looked in the mirror. He took a deep breath, put on his signature smile and headed to the gorilla. He met up with Randy, Phil and Mike. He wished his oppenents luck when his music hit. He headed down the ramp, hoping this match wouldn't be as bad as he thought it would.
A half an hour and a win later, Matt walked up the ramp side-by-side with Randy. They turned at the top of the ramp and Randy raised their hands. The fans cheered loudly. They turned around to walk backstage, but Randy kept his hold on Matt's hand. Matt blushed. They got backstage and headed to their respective locker rooms. It took about 15 minutes for them to shower and get all their stuff together. They met up in the parking lot.
"Hey babe," Randy said, wrapping an arm around Matt's waist and kissing his temple. Matt just smiled at him. Randy frowned. "Something wrong, babe?"
"Just tired. That match really took a lot outta me," Matt replied. Randy nodded. They got into the car and headed to the hotel.
When they walked into the hotel room, Matt gasped. It was beautiful. The living room had been turned into a makeshift dining room, with a table in the center of the room covered in a crimson red table cloth. There was a flower centerpiece with red, pink, white, orange and lavender roses. There was a white candle on each side of the centerpiece. There were two plates placed in front of two chairs on each side of the table. The plates were white with 2 gold stripes on the outside and a wine glass to the right of each plate. On the plates was a beautiful meal. Filet mignon (A/N: Amazing steak. I swear I almost orgasm when I eat it) with cheddar broccoli spiral pasta and French-cut green beans. (A/N: My favorite meal. I just had to throw it in there) Matt teared up and looked at Randy. Randy smiled and took their stuff, throwing it aside. Then he took Matt's hand and led him over to the table. He pulled out Matt's chair – as a true gentlemen should, chivalry and all that – and Matt sat down. Randy sat across from him. He poured him some Sprite in the wine glass. Matt smiled.
"Well don't just sit there! Dig in!" Randy chuckled. Matt smiled wider and started shoving food in his mouth. Damn, he was hungry all of a sudden. Randy just chuckled and started to eat.
While they ate, they made small talk. Whether it be about the weather, the cities they visit, stupid storylines or annoying personas, they were happy to be with each other.
After about an hour, they decided it was time to get ready for bed. They went into the bedroom of the suite and slowly stripped each other until they were left in boxers. Randy's were Air Bourne with the plane and Matt's were RKO with Randy's tattoo. They lay down in bed, letting their hands roam ach other's bodies, feeling the ridges and hardness of the muscles. Soon, their hands started to slow and they both started to doze off.
"Matt?" Randy said.
"Yeah?" Matt replied sleepily.
"Be my valentine?" he asked. Matt popped his eyes open and look up at the love of his life.
"Of course," he replies. "I love you, Randy."
Randy smiles. "I love you, too, Matt."
And with that, they both felling into a deep sleep, dreaming about a future with each other.
Yes, Matt would always be Randy's, no matter what the label was. As would Randy to Matt. With even breaths and steady heartbeats, both men help onto one another, neither willing to let go because together, no matter how hard it got, life was perfect.
A/N: So? What'd ya think? Complete and utter fluff. I love that phrase. "Complete and utter…" I say it a lot. But yeah. So review! I'd like at least 5! Please?