Mama, I always love losers
Mama, I never will change
These young desperados who can't be tied down
Have driven me almost insane

Mama, I never pick winners
I've only myself to blame
But I'd rather gamble on a young desperado
Cause I've always loved a good game

Why do I fall for those crazy blue eyes?
Those mavericks who won't settle down
But I never could stand the touch of a man
Who'd brand me to keep me around

Mama, please don't feel sorry
I've known what I've done from the start
Well I chose a man I could love with my body
But none I could touch with my heart

Why do I fall for those crazy blue eyes?
Those mavericks who won't settle down
But I never could stand the touch of a man
Who'd brand me to keep me around

And I'll live till I die believing the lie
Cause I love those crazy blue eyes
Crazy blue eyes





The eerie red glow of the motel sign slashed across his face as he sat in the chair, deep in thought. The soft sound of snoring drifted across the room and he turned his head toward the bed. The sight of two sleeping bodies almost made him smile. Almost. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed deeply. What was he thinking when he agreed to this?



He'd done it. He'd finally done it. Hunter was still laying in the middle of the ring - in the middle of the broken table - when he made his way up the ramp. Ric had crawled into the ring to check on Hunter, and a brief glance over his shoulder gave Dave a glimpse of the confusion on Ric's face. He smiled at him, shrugged, and walked through the curtain to the back.

Randy practically jumped into his arms, squealing like a little girl. Dave chuckled, trying to dislodge his lover from his neck, but he was having no luck. After peppering his face with kisses, Randy finally slid down, his smile threatening to break his face. "That was…" he began, searching for words to describe what he was feeling. Dave looked at him and nodded. "Wasn't it though?" he said.

They walked toward the dressing room and as Dave entered, a thunderous round of applause greeted him. He was their hero, accomplishing the one thing that so many of them had wanted to do for so long. People who had never even spoken to him before were congratulating him, patting him on the back. He smiled, nodding in acknowledgement of their words, but all he really wanted to do was get out of there.

Randy grabbed their bags, handing Dave a shirt. "Let's get outta here 'fore he comes back," Randy whispered to him. Dave wasn't about to argue with him. He knew Hunter would be pissed, and he didn't want to be around to see the extent of his anger. Randy looked around the locker room, a slight frown on his face. Dave looked at him quizzically.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly as they made their way to the door. "Nothin', baby," Randy said, but Dave knew him better than that. Then he realized someone was missing from the group of well-wishers, someone who, Dave thought, would have been one of the first to congratulate him. Someone Randy had become a little… obsessed with lately.

Randy chattered away as they made their way to the car. Suddenly, he stopped mid-sentence and stared across the parking lot. Dave looked over and saw Shawn leaning against their car. As they approached, Dave sensed a nervousness in Randy that he'd never noticed before. Shawn stood straight, looking at Dave as they approached.

"Well, well, well…" he said. "Looks like you got some competition now, Orton." Randy cocked his head, studying Shawn. "Whatcha mean?" he asked as Dave placed a hand on his shoulder. Shawn chuckled loudly. "You ain't the only legend killer around here now," Shawn drawled. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Dave's shoulder. "That was fuckin' amazing."

Dave nodded, his "thanks" no more than a mumble. "I owe ya one, man," Shawn said, smiling. "I can't tell ya how long I've wanted to do that." Dave laughed. "Who hasn't?" he asked, then noticed that Randy was strangely silent. Dave glanced over at him and saw that his gaze was focused on Shawn. Suddenly, it dawned on him.

Ever since Randy had teamed with Shawn the first time a few weeks ago, he had been distracted, especially when the Heartbreaker's name was mentioned. Dave cocked his head as he remembered what had happened after that night. Shaking his head, he looked over at Randy, then leaned down and whispered, "you want him, don't ya?" Randy jumped as if someone had stuck him with a hot poker.

"Huh?" he squeaked. "What? I…I don't…it's…" Dave smiled at his confusion, then noticed that Shawn had the same look on his face. Dave studied him as well, then it hit him. Randy had said he was going to their room after that match, claiming a major headache. Dave had offered to go with him, to take care of him, but Randy had insisted that he hang out with his friends. Dave hadn't remembered seeing Shawn in the club that night, either.

He stepped back and studied both men. "How long?" he asked quietly, watching as Randy visibly paled in the darkness. Shawn opened his mouth, then closed it again. "Look, man," he began. "I can explain…" Dave chuckled. "No need for explanations, Shawn," he said, looking over at Randy. "I understand completely. He is irresistible."

The sigh of relief Randy let out was loud enough to be heard two counties over. He looked up at Dave with pleading eyes. "You…you're not mad?" he asked softly. Dave shook his head, then pulled Randy into a tight embrace. "Hell no, I ain't mad," he said. "Actually, I'm kinda sad that I missed it. I bet it was a pretty sight." He actually felt Randy gulp against his chest. "You wanted to watch?" he asked quietly.

"Hell yeah," Dave said, laughing. "Who wouldn'ta wanted to see something like that?" Randy pulled back from him, looking from Dave to Shawn and back again. "You still could…" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "If ya wanted to…" Randy looked up at him, his eyes begging for what his mouth couldn't ask. Dave shrugged, glancing over at Shawn, noticing the same look of expectation on his face.

"Why the hell not?" he asked, pulling Shawn close to him. He had done something remarkable tonight and he wanted to celebrate. What a better way than to watch his lover - and Hunter's former lover - go at it. Dave smiled. "What are we waiting for?" He disentangled himself from the group embrace, put the bags in the trunk and opened the car door. "You guys comin' or what?"



He couldn't have imagined how right he was. It was an amazing thing to witness. Dave could tell that both of them were nervous. Who wouldn't be? He could've crushed both of them with one hand, but instead, he pulled a chair close to the bed and sat there, watching as Randy and Shawn undressed each other. Randy was an incredible kisser, but for Dave to actually watch him do it, rather than feel it, was beyond description.

When Shawn went down on his knees and started sucking Randy's cock, Dave was in awe. Randy's hands tangled in his hair, guiding his mouth with a look of pure rapture on his face. Dave's cock began to strain against his pants and he shifted once again. He watched Randy, studying the contortions of pleasure.

He knew Randy was close and for a moment, he was jealous that Shawn would be on the receiving end. But as Randy's thighs clenched, Shawn squeezed the base of his cock, cutting off his orgasm. Randy smiled down at him, his chest heaving as Shawn crawled onto the bed. Randy looked over at Dave, smiling. "Lube?" Dave nodded as he reached down into his bag and tossed a bottle to Randy.

The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing of the three men, until Dave gasped softly at the sight of Randy lubing up his cock. In the three months they had been together, never once had Randy given him the idea that wanted to top. It had seemed rather natural for Randy to be on the receiving end. So, to watch him prepare Shawn before slipping inside him was almost more than Dave could take.

His hand drifted to the large bulge in his pants and he began softly rubbing himself through his pants. Randy looked over once - Shawn's legs over his shoulders, his cock buried to the hilt - and smiled. "G'head, Dave," he said, pulling out. "I wanna watch you jack off while I fuck Shawn." Those words were his undoing. As Randy slammed into Shawn's ass, Dave took out his cock and started stroking.

It went on like that for a while, Randy moving his cock in and out, fast, then slow as Dave's tempo increased. Unable to take it any longer, Dave stood, dropping his pants on the floor. He walked over, crawling onto the bed as he straddled Shawn's chest. With a smile that crinkled his eyes, Shawn reached up and grabbed Dave's cock, swallowing it without a second thought.

Randy's hand reached down and began to stroke Shawn as he leaned forward and began whispering to Dave. "Isn't he beautiful, baby?" Randy said, his voice catching with the strain of holding off his orgasm. "Don't you love the way he uses his tongue when he's suckin' you?" Dave nodded mutely, unable to say a thing at the moment. Before long, he felt the tightening in his balls and gave Shawn a warning.

Shawn just smiled, sucking harder as Randy slammed into him. His moans created the most wonderful vibrations on Dave's cock and it didn't take much longer before he filled Shawn's mouth. Behind him, he heard Randy cry out as he came. Moments later, Shawn joined them in their symphony of bliss. The three men collapsed onto each other, each exhausted and completely satisfied.



When they slept, Dave dreamed. Images flew through his brain - putting Hunter through the table; the sight of Randy buried inside Shawn; Randy licking the cooling puddle of goo off Shawn's stomach, then kissing Dave, sharing that wonderful treasure with him. Intense blue eyes, staring deep into his own, lips professing their undying love to him…

The face in his dreams began to come into focus…blue eyes, dark hair pulled into random spikes…Sean's smile. Wait…Sean? Dave woke with a start, his chest heaving as if he had awakened from a nightmare. But it was no nightmare - it was the thing he had dreamed about since they had broken up six months ago. He couldn't - wouldn't - admit to anyone that he still loved Sean. Not even to himself.

He had disengaged himself from the mass of arms and legs and crawled out of bed. He pulled the chair over by the window and stared out into the dark night. He loved Randy now…didn't he? Looking over at the bed, the two men wrapped around each other, Dave began to wonder. They looked so good together - so right together.

Okay, he thought to himself, let's go down the list. Randy was incredibly sexy, sweet, and a damn good lay. But he was also bratty, obnoxious, and pouted like crazy when he didn't get his way. He demanded more attention than Dave was able - or willing - to give at times. And if anyone knew about that kind of attention, it was HBK.

Sean, on the other hand, was much simpler - and complex - than Randy. He was prone to fits of anger, followed by brooding for hours. Dave could reason with Sean, talk to him about anything or nothing at all. He didn't act like a spoiled 10 year old when Dave didn't devote all of his attention to him. Hell, there were even times that Sean had spoiled him…and sometimes, he missed that kind of attention.



Dave didn't know how long he had been in that chair, just staring off into space, before he heard a noise from the bed. Looking over, he saw Randy staring at him. "Whatcha thinking?" he asked softly. Shawn stirred next to him, then looked over at Dave as well. "Nothin'," Dave said, attempting a smile in return. Shawn sat up on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair.

"Guess I need to get to my room," he said, his voice still thick with sleep. He grabbed his clothes off the floor and dressed quickly. Randy lay on the bed, pouting. "Tell him he ain't gotta leave, Dave," he said. "I wanna play again!" Dave looked from Shawn to Randy. "Why don't ya go with him?" Dave suggested. Randy's face lit up. "Ya mean it?" he asked excitedly.

Dave just nodded, not saying another word. Randy grabbed his clothes and threw them on, standing next to Shawn in a couple of minutes. Shawn walked over to the chair and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Dave's cheek. "I had a great time," he said when he stood. "We should do that again sometime, sweetheart."

Dave's heart stopped in his chest. He saw the look on Randy's face when he turned to him. Slowly, a smile tugged Randy's lips up as he dropped onto the floor next to Dave's chair and took the big man's hand in his. "Breathe, Dave," he urged. Dave let out a long, low sigh, then looked at Randy, the sadness more than apparent in his eyes.

Randy just nodded slowly, leaning up to kiss Dave's cheek. "I know," he said with a wisdom someone his age shouldn't possess. "You talk about him in your sleep," he explained. Dave sighed again as Randy stood, reaching out his hand to Shawn. "Call him," Randy said, reaching for Dave's phone on the nightstand. "I bet he misses you just as much."

Dave took the phone and nodded as Randy leaned down and kissed him one last time. Dave reached up and embraced Randy, looking into his eyes while he searched for the words to say goodbye…thank you…and a million other things on his mind. Randy shook his head. "You don't gotta say anything," Randy said as he stood and walked to Shawn's side. "I get it. And now, I'm gonna go get it again!"

Dave watched them in silence as Randy and Shawn made their way to the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He stared at the phone for a long time, trying to decide if this was a good idea. Then before he could change his mind, he entered the number he would know long after he had forgotten everything else and listened to the ringing.

After what seemed like an eternity, a familiar, sleepy sound came over the line. Dave smiled as he heard Sean say hello. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as his brain ran through a million things to say. He heard Sean say hello again and with all the courage he could muster, Dave took another breath, smiling as he said, "good morning, sweetheart."