*Told from Randy's POV*

He always equated my youth with a certain lack of intelligence. Being young meant being clueless. At least in his eyes.

I suppose that's what made me so attractive to start with. Everytime he looked at me he saw someone new. Someone unaccustomed to his way of doing things. He saw someone he could manipulate and use. And to be honest..he was right.

At least for a while.

I'll admit, it took me a little time to figure out that he was cheating on me. When he told me he had meetings with the booking team or had to hang around the arena to talk to Vince, I believed him. And it wasn't until Mr. Cerebral came back to the hotel, his clothes reeking of another man's cologne, that I finally woke up.

But being aware of what was going on didn't make me any smarter at knowing how to handle it. Part of me wanted to confront him. Part of me wanted to continue denying that it was actually happening.

And still another part of me decided not to deal with it at all.

That's the part I have to thank over and over.

Because it was that indecisive, doubting voice inside of me that sent me out into the night. Searching for something....anything...to dull the pain.

And I found it.

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I've always liked music. I travel with a tons of CD's. But for some reason it never occurred to me to catch one of Chris' shows. Maybe because Hunter always got this sneer on his face whenever someone mentioned Fozzy. But being at loose ends...and without Hunter to make my plans for me, I thought, what the hell.

I stood in the back of the bar, nursing a beer, and just watching.

I fully expected loud music and a very animated Jericho. What I didn't expect was my reaction to it.

I was mesmerized.

His hair clung to his face in dark tendrils as he jumped any gyrated his way through each song. His shirt clung to him like a second skin and I found myself licking my lips at what I saw. Which was bizarre, considering that I see him half dressed all the time.

But this was different. He wasn't Chris Jericho the wrestler. He was someone else. The passion for his music seeped out into the crowd, driving everyone into a frenzy.

I left that first night without talking to him. But I knew I'd be back.

That was two months ago.

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The funny part is that not once has Hunter even noticed that I no longer question his absence. He still thinks he's pulling one over on me.

His excuses are becoming more far fetched each week. And only an idiot wouldn't be able to figure out why you never see him and Dave in the same place together...or in most cases...why you don't see them at all.

But that suits me just fine. It saves me from having to explain where I've been spending my time.

And with who.

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I was hooked.

I had to go back. I had to experience that rush again. That inexplicable attraction that I'd never, ever felt before.

With each new visit, I moved a bit closer to the stage. I wanted to be as near as possible. I needed to feed off that incredible energy.

And it wasn't until the fourth show that he caught my eye. He was in the middle of a song, girls in front of the stage screaming for him..reaching up to touch him. But his eyes were on me. Locked in a gaze so intense I could feel the heat from it traveling the length of my body.

And then he smiled.

I haven't been the same since.

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Talk about clueless.

Hunter must be completely oblivious or so besotted with Dave that he's totally blind to what I'm convinced the rest of the world can't miss.

I'm in love.

In love with Chris Jericho.

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Looking back, it all happened so slowly...so naturally, that by the time Chris actually kissed me for the first time, I no longer gave a second thought to the other man in my life.

It was after another show. The crowd had thinned out, the groupies shooed away. A couple of the guys were still hanging around, chatting and finishing their beers.

And I was doing what I usually did. Watching Chris.

He was busy directing the guys packing up the gear, stopping occasionally to wipe his face on a towel he had thrown over his shoulder. He paused now and then to toss off something funny to those standing nearby, but he never spoke to me.

Not until I was halfway to the door.

"Leaving so soon?"

I turned and smiled, momentarily at a loss for words.

"I figured you'd want to get out of here."

"I do," he said matter of factly. "Just give me a sec. We can walk out together."

And walk out we did. Straight to his car and right to his hotel room.

There was very little actual conversation that first night. It was like we both just knew. Weeks of sharing smoldering glances came to an abrupt end. Poorly hidden longings disguised by the less than romantic touches we shared within the confines of the ring, all vanished the moment we stepped over the threshold.

My back hit the door hard as he shoved me, covering my mouth with a kiss so intense that thinking about it even now makes me hard.

Before I could register what was happening, clothes were being strewn about frantically. Later, I wouldn't remember how we both undressed so quickly. But it seemed that within seconds we were skin to skin, wrapped around each other, trapped in a kiss designed to make one of us black out.

His tongue searched out every part of my mouth. His hands traveled over my waiting body, touching, learning....savoring. And I offered myself willingly to him.

It wasn't a conscious decision on my part. Or some silent demand from him. It was an unspoken agreement.

He wanted me...and I was more than happy to make his wish come true.

And when we were satisfied, when our bodies could no longer do anything by lay still...and contented...I rested my head against his shoulder and laughed softly.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Life," I replied, snaking an arm around his firm waist. "Life is funny."

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I still haven't told Hunter. But I'm pretty sure he knows.

Tonight as everyone was filtering out of the building, heading for their rentals and whatever lay ahead of then for the remainder of the night, I saw him.

He was engaged in what seemed to be a less than friendly conversation with Dave.

Trouble in paradise.

As Chris and I neared them, Dave suddenly shouldered his bag and stormed off, leaving Hunter in a position he was unaccustomed to. He was alone.

He swiveled his head and saw me. Then… a smile, or what passes for one of Hunter's smiles, creased his face.

"Hey… Randy. What do you say we go grab a bite to eat?"

And two months earlier, I probably would have breathed a sigh of relief that he had finally realized I was still alive. But lots can happen when you aren't paying attention.

I returned the smile...but mine was genuine.

I took Chris' hand and just shook my head. "Sorry...we've got plans."

As we continued walking I was dying to turn around and see just how close to the floor his jaw had actually dropped.

But these days, I'm not into looking back.