"How's the knee?"

Randy looked up quickly, dropping the ice pack in his hand. Dave stood in the doorway to the training room, watching him closely. Randy shrugged.

"It's ok, I guess," he said, shifting on the table as he replaced the ice. "Probably gonna have a bruise tomorrow."

Dave nodded silently, still watching.

"Sorry about that," Dave said as he shifted his feet, leaning against the other side of the doorframe. "You didn't hurt anything else, did you?"

Randy rubbed his head lightly. "Gotta headache," he said, smiling. "Nothin' new about that."

Dave chuckled. "Yeah," he said. "We should probably invest in Advil. We could make back the money we spend on the shit." Randy's laugh was closer to a giggle than anything else and the sound was music to Dave's ears.

Dave moved his neck from side to side, listening to the crack of bones there. Suddenly, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, locking it.

Randy's brow knit together as he watched Dave, a question on his face. Dave jerked his head back toward the door. "Hunter."

Randy nodded as he heard the loud voice in the hallway. "Thanks."

Dave walked over to the table and Randy scooted back, making room for him to sit.

"No need for thanks, man," Dave said, instinctively reaching over to pat Randy's leg.

The skin beneath his hand was warm, smooth. The warmth seemed to radiate from Randy, up into his fingers. It spread, coursing through his body like fire. Randy looked down at the hand on his thigh and smiled.

Dave was staring at the spot his hand was covering, and he watched, fascinated, as Randy's hand was suddenly on his.

"I can say thank you if I wanna," Randy drawled. Dave looked up into his eyes and smiled.

"I suppose you can," he said softly. Neither of them made a move, just sitting in silence - one large hand resting on a well-sculpted thigh, a smaller hand covering it. Randy's thumb absently traced the contours of Dave's hand.

Dave opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say to break the silence. A sharp knock on the door caused both men to jump. "Hey Bats, you in there?" Randy let out the breath he had been holding as Dave crossed the room, opening the door slightly.

Tyson looked in at him. "Just thought you'd want to know that Hunter just left," he said, looking over Dave's shoulder at Randy.

"Did he leave, or just go outside?" Dave asked. Ty looked at him for a moment, shaking his head slightly. "Would I tell you he left if he hadn't LEFT?" Randy laughed again.

"Maybe he speaks a different language, Ty," Randy said. Tyson smiled. "Yeah, well," he said, looking at Randy's knee. "I don't speak asshole, so it's hard to translate." Another laugh escaped Randy's lips. "What happened to your knee?"

Randy looked down at the ice pack, watching a drop of water trail down his calf. "I banged it on the top of the cage when I was trying to get out," he said. Tyson nodded. "Hope it feels better," he said, turning from the door.

Dave looked over at Randy. "I'm gonna take him back to the hotel," Dave said as Tyson stepped back into the hallway. "I'll catch up with you later, man."

Randy put the ice pack on the table and slid down, wincing slightly as he hit the floor. Dave rushed to his side. "I could've helped you get off there," he said, putting his arm around Randy's shoulders. Randy giggled.

"Really now?"

Dave blushed slightly, realizing what he had said. "Cute, kid," he said, helping Randy to the door.

Randy smiled. "I know I am."

Dave rolled his eyes, shook his head and opened the door, leading Randy into the hallway.

In the dressing room, Dave handed Randy his clothes. In that split second, an idea formed in Randy's mind. Once and for all, he was going to find out exactly what Dave's feelings for him were.

Dave stuffed his things back into his bag, waiting for Randy to get dressed. Turning, he saw Randy leaning against the wall, his clothes still in his hands.

"You might wanna get changed," Dave said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "The little girls out there would go nuts, seeing you in your trunks."

Randy nodded. "I would, but I got a problem," he said. Dave cocked his head.

"What?"

"I can't get my pants on," he said. "My leg hurts when I bend it." He held out his pants. "Can you help me?"

Dave put his bag down and walked over to Randy slowly. He kept telling himself to stay calm, stay cool.

Taking Randy's clothes, Dave laid them on the bench. He tried to avoid eye contact with Randy, staring at a spot on the wall behind him. Randy hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.

The sharp intake of breath was unmistakable. Dave looked down, his eyes transfixed on the slight bulge of Randy's thong. His trunks were down around his knees as he looked up at Dave and smiled innocently. "A little help, please?"

Dave took a step closer and reached down, pulling Randy's trunks to his ankles. "Can you raise your leg?" he asked, his voice cracking.

Randy put a hand on his shoulder and raised his leg slightly. Dave took the shorts off and reached for Randy's pants. "One more time," he said, holding the material tightly in his hands.

He stepped into the khaki pants, his body tingling at Dave's touch. Slowly, Dave pulled them up higher, his hands lingering on Randy's hips. Randy smiled at him. "Thank you."

Dave's fingers fumbled with the button on Randy's pants. He looked at the zipper as if it was the first time he had ever seen one. Tentatively, Dave reached for it, brushing against Randy's hand.

"You, um…" Dave searched Randy's eyes and was met with a smile. "I think I can handle this part," Randy said, a twinkle in his eyes. "Unless you wanna." Dave swallowed hard. "I…"

Whatever he was going to say was lost as Randy leaned forward slightly, placing his lips against Dave's. There was only a moment's hesitation before Dave realized what was happening, and then, there was no turning back.

Like a man possessed, Dave captured Randy's lips in a hot, searing kiss. He was a man stranded in the desert and Randy was the oasis, the cool drink of water after boiling in the sun. Randy moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Dave's neck, pressing himself closer.

Dave had a firm grip on Randy's hips, holding him just close enough to feel the rising bulge in his khaki pants, but not near enough for them to be touching as much as Randy wanted. Even if either of them had wanted to move, it would have been impossible.

Tongues intertwined, mingling with each other to the point that it was hard to tell where one stopped and the other started. Dave's resolve was breaking and he leaned forward, pinning Randy between himself and the wall. The coolness of the wall against his back was a sharp contrast from the heat and hardness between Dave's legs.

All thought had abandoned both men. The only thing that mattered was the connection of their mouths - and bodies. Randy arched off the wall, pressing closer to the warmth of Dave's massive frame. Dave pushed back, wrapping his arms tighter around the younger man's body.

Somewhere behind them, someone cleared their throat. Dave jumped back, turning to see Tyson standing in the doorway, his back toward them. "Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I think you might need these," Ty said as he held the car keys out. Dave rushed over and snatched them from his hand.

Randy was blushing when Dave turned toward him. "Catch you guys later," Tyson said as he left. Dave wiped a hand over his face, looking up as he heard Randy's giggle. "What's so funny?"

Randy continued to laugh as he grabbed his shirt from the bench. "I hope he doesn't catch us again," he said as his fingers worked the buttons. Dave smiled, shaking his head as he walked over and leaned down, stealing another kiss. "And why is that?" he asked.

Randy put his hand on Dave's stomach, slowly rubbing a circle there. Once, twice, three times, before dipping downward and brushing over the bulge in Dave's pants. Dave gasped at the contact. "Randy…" he began. Smoky blue eyes met his. "I… well, I think…"

Randy smiled, his dimples deepening. "Glad to hear that," he said. "I've been thinkin' too. For a long time." Dave nodded as Randy sat down and continued to speak. "I can't remember when I first started…well, ya know…havin' these feelings. I can't keep 'em to myself any more."

Dave kneeled on the floor and started putting Randy's shoes on his feet. Randy sighed happily. Dave looked up at him. "What is it?" he asked. His concern touched Randy. "I feel like Cinderella," Randy said. Dave chuckled as he stood, reaching out for Randy's hand. "So, if you're Cinderella…" Dave began.

Randy let Dave pull him up, and then into his arms. Randy caressed Dave's cheek. "I guess that would make you my Prince Charming," he replied. Dave nodded with a smile.

"I'm not a prince," Dave said as Randy laid his head on his shoulder. "And I'm definitely not charming."

Randy smiled up at him. "Well, I think you are," he said, softly placing a kiss on Dave's neck. "Does that count?"

Dave smiled. "That counts more than anything, Sunshine," he whispered, resting his cheek against Randy's head. "Let's get outta here." Randy pulled away reluctantly as Dave reached for their bags. He put an arm around Randy's waist, helping him to the door.

"Ya know, I like that," Randy said as they made their way to the parking lot. Dave looked at him. "Like what?" he asked, putting the bags down and helping Randy into the car.

"That," Randy said, blushing as he smiled. "When you call me Sunshine."

Dave leaned in and kissed Randy's full lips. When he stood up again, he was smiling. "I'm glad ya do," he said. "Cuz that's what you are." Dave closed the door and put the bags in the trunk. When he climbed in next to Randy, he was humming a song.

He had no idea where this was going. No idea how he and Randy would end up. But, for the time being, he didn't care. Nothing was going to stop them now. As he pulled onto the street, Dave reached over and took Randy's hand. It felt warm, soft - it felt right. Randy was his now, and he would fight to the death for him. And the smile on Randy's face told him he felt the same.