Courtney Lost the title of this thread, sorry

[Alfred F Jones]

Later Evan would reserve his right to get pissed about Randy thinking -even for a moment- that he would actually cheat on him, but at that moment in time he was trying to stop Randy from leaving the room. He had heard tales about what Randy had done in his younger days to the people he deemed were messing around with the people that meant something to him, and he really didn't want Jack's hospitalisation on his conscience. It was times like that when his smaller stature was a blessing and a curse-- a blessing in that he could slip between Randy and the door, a curse because even then he didn't seem to be making much of an impression to prevent the other man from leaving outside of just getting in the way of the door. "Stop it-- Randy, stop it--!" Evan was trying to beg and command, but he knew that when Randy got like this he was hard to reach.

There was a part of Evan that wanted to call John, knowing the older man knew how to handle this situation, but immediately he pushed the thought away in anger; he was Randy's lover and they had weathered this situation together before, and he could damn-well do it again. "Don't you see?" Evan grunted as he pressed all of his weight into Randy's lanky form, cursing the powerful thighs that were locked in a stance that rendered him almost immovable, seeing the rage and hurt in those eyes. Randy wasn't as untouchable as people seemed to think... he was as caring and vulnerable as anyone, and even though Evan knew there was absolutely nothing for Randy to fear with regards to Evan's feelings for him wavering, Randy would need that reassurance. And Evan would give it-- just as soon as he had calmed the other down and taken all thoughts from homicide from his mind.

"Baby, please!" Evan finally managed to shove Randy backwards from the door, locking his own stance of reflex when Randy's jaw set. Although his lover had never hit him (well, not in any serious manner, only when they were in the ring together) Evan didn't want to provoke the other into lashing out; Randy would hate himself for it later. "Baby, Rand, just listen to me, Ok?" he approached the other slowly, reaching up and placing his hands on the other's strong chest and pushing him to sit on the bed. Randy was tense and stiff in his movements but not offering any real resistance as he went.

Standing before Randy, hands on the other's face making sure Randy was looking at him, imploring that his words would get through, "Randy, I love you. I love you, notJack. I didn't ever love Jack, I know that now I know what real love feels like. He's pissed and he's just trying to make trouble, he's just trying to cause us to fall out." Jack hadn't been that keen on him, Evan was sure, to actually want to ruuin their relationship, and even if Randy did dump him Evan was not about to go running back to the blonde. "I love you," Evan repeated, quietly but firmly, "I'm not going anywhere unless you're with me. I don't want to be with anybody but you."

[Alfred F Jones]

Randy stared back at Evan, the words he spoke registering through his haze of fury and fear. He was madder than hell at Jack and he knew a certain blonde that was going to see the sun come up from a hospital bed if he got his hands on the bastard. But seeing that text – it had not only woken up his possessive instincts but also given him a jolt of actual fright, and not because he compared his own cock unfavourably to Jack’s. It was the thought that Evan might not be his, that there were other options for the man out there and the younger man would take them rather than remain with him. Randy was usually incredibly self-confident (some would say arrogant) and John had often joked that the Viper had his coils around Evan so tight that he’d never get free – but he was as prone to insecurity as anyone else and seeing what he had on Evan’s phone (and the comments, couldn’t forget those) had woken them. It was just another reason to harm Jack, for making him feel that way. Although he couldn’t had it not been for his feelings about Evan.

It had unnerved Randy at first when he realised how much Evan actually meant to him, but he had come to terms with it largely because of Evan himself, who seemed to understand why he sometimes got quite brusque or didn’t know whether to back off or hang on for those weeks when he couldn’t quite reconcile himself to being actually in love. He couldn’t be without Evan, that was the end of it. He wouldn’t die without him, he’d probably still get pleasure from his career and the other things that made him happy, but he knew that without Evan there would be a hole in his life and his heart that he would never fill and nothing would ever be as good again.

“Ev...” Evan was standing before him, Randy slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around Evan’s waist, pulling him closer. “I love you too. I do and I’m sorry—“ His stomach sank slightly; how many times had he apologised for his shitty temper? At least this time he had come around much faster, even if a bright bubble of hatred and fury burned in his chest and directed entirely at Jack. He had recognised though that some things were more important than his anger and Evan was certainly one of them, much as the lingering worry that Evan might not want him anymore had been added to by knowing that he’d just behaved like an out of control jackass. Again. Sighing a little, he rested his head against Evan’s chest. Even that small move made him feel more vulnerable than he had even before – and wasn’t that a big part of his problem? He was never any good with leaving himself or the people he cared about open to hurt.

“I know you love me,” he said rather humbly, not letting his lover go. “I love you too. And I know that was just a – a nasty, badly timed prank from some fuckwit who doesn’t matter. I just – saw red. I didn’t mean to yell and I do trust you. I just...” He shrugged, some of the anger showing in that movement and directed at himself. He didn’t know how to explain himself satisfactorily and say how bad it made him feel to see Evan get that message. Much as he knew his reaction was probably the one Jack had been hoping for (and falling into that trap stirred up his pissy mood again and he tried hard to stamp on it), he seemed helpless sometimes to fight against his urge to lash out. Leaning back slightly, he leant back and looked Evan in the face. “I’ll stay here,” he said honestly, knowing that given a choice between GBH and reassuring his lover that things would be fine with them, there really was no choice. “But I reserve the right to beat the living shit outta that prick in the morning.”