A/N: This is a first for me. I thought I'd have a go at an AU. This one is for CenationUCME. Thanks for the first and last review of One Moment Together. Hope you enjoy.

Randy Orton sat in his police cruiser, patiently waiting for the traffic to start moving. It was a warm spring day in St Louis and he lowered the window for his drive in to work to get some fresh air before reaching the station. Since he knew today was going to be a day of paperwork, again, he was unlikely to get out of his office, let alone out into the open air.

He spotted the lights ahead of him change to green and prepared the cruiser to move off as soon as he could. It was when his foot was idling near the gas pedal that he saw the first car pull forward and prepare to the turn off left down the adjacent street. What he wasn't prepared for, and in all honestly, could have done without was another car speeding out past the red light and smash into the side of the first vehicle.

Randy's years of experience and natural instinct kicked in and he pulled out from the line of traffic and made his way down to the scene of the accident. As he got out of the car he called in the accident to dispatch. As he spoke he made his way to the vehicle which ran the red light and could see although dazed was conscious. He went over to the second vehicle and the looked in the window.

"Sir, are you okay?" Randy asked trying to get the attention of the driver. "Sir?"

The young man turned his head and Randy could see he had a nasty cut which was pouring blood down his face. Immediately Randy tried to open the passenger side door to get in and take a closer look at the man but the door had crushed under impact and was sealed shut.

"Sir, I'm just going back to my car. I'll be back with you in less than a minute," Randy said reassuring the driver.

He jogged back to his car and found the first aid kit in the trunk. As he turned to return to the vehicle, he could see the driver trying to get out of the car. He quickly ran back and stopped him. With a head injury he didn't want to risk any further damage. The EMTs could make an assessment when they arrive.

"Sir, I think it's best to stay seated until the EMTs arrive," he said helping the gentleman back into his seat. He opened the first aid kit and pulled on a pair of gloves before opening a sterile dressing to use. "Can you tell me your name, sir?"

"Jo-John, John Cena," he said looking around trying to take in where he was.

"Okay, John, do you know what's happened?" Randy asked trying to see if he was aware of his situation.

"Car accident," he replied still looking around. Randy thought he was acting nervous, as though he was worried about who was there.

"John," Randy said trying to get his attention. "John I need to look at your cut. Can you look at me?"

John turned his head to face Randy and their eyes connected. Randy hadn't noticed before, his first instinct being a cop, but John was an attractive man. Even with his big size, big muscles really, there was a vulnerability seeping through and he found himself wanting to protect the man.

"I'm going to press this to your wound, to try and stop the bleeding, okay?" Randy said making sure he kept John aware of what he was doing at all times. He held John gently at the back of his head and pressed the gauze to the cut. The entire time John's eyes stared intently at Randy, and Randy couldn't help but feel the attraction take over his body.

"Thank you," John whispered, moving his hand to Randy's where he held the bandage.

"All in a day's work," Randy said smirking. "I need to check on the other driver, will you be okay for a moment?"

"You've leaving?" John asked with a sudden panic.

"No. No, John. I'm just going to the other car to see if he needs any assistance. I'm still going to be here though," Randy said inadvertently putting his hand on John's thigh. He told himself it was out of reassurance but when he felt the muscles in his legs, he knew it was nothing but curiosity at wanting to know if they were as muscled as his arms. Damn, if only they weren't at an accident and in some bar. Right about now, Randy would want to take him home and spend hours, days, months, hell years, getting to know the man and his body.

"Are you coming back?"

"I'll be coming back," he said with a grin.

Randy stood up and took one last look at John before heading to the other vehicle. What was getting into him? He was a Police Captain, he couldn't be checking out an accident victim. If any younger officers were here, it wouldn't be setting a good example. He approached the vehicle and went back into work mode.

"Sir, are you okay?" he asked. He attended to the driver and although he was fine, he couldn't release his seatbelt. Randy got back on the radio and requested the fire brigade to the scene to be able to free the driver. He checked on the ETA of the ambulance, since it had already been over five minutes. When the driver assured him he was okay, Randy returned to John to make sure he was okay.

"John, the ambulance is taking a little while to get here. There's been a road accident on the freeway, they're going to be here as soon as possible," he explained. "How's your head? Are you feeling any nausea?"

"No nausea," John said his eyes shut as he sat in his seat, leaning against the door frame. "My head is pounding though."

"We'll get the EMTs to check on you as soon as they get here," Randy said, his hand going to John's knee. He quickly pulled his hand back, realising he was bordering on inappropriate again. He was crouched down in front of John and couldn't stop staring at John's face. He didn't know what was coming over him. There was just something about John which struck a chord in his heart.

"Can you keep talking," John requested. "Your voice is soothing."

Randy gulped at John's words. His eyes didn't open when he spoke, but the innocence in his voice was tantalising to Randy.

"What would you like me to talk about?" Randy asked nervously.

"How long have you been on the force?"

"A little over ten years, I followed in my father and grandfather's path," Randy told him, smiling at the memory. "I got a hard time at the academy because of it, but it helped me in the long run."

"They didn't like you?" John asked opening his eyes slightly.

"It's natural, give the rookies a hard time, especially those who are there because of the folks," Randy said with a shrug. "I got over it. Knowing me I would've dropped out if they didn't give me a reason to prove them wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I was told 'you'll never amount to anything, just like your dad, and just like your grandfather'. They never made it past Sergeant, while their friends were all promoted," Randy explained. He didn't know why he was telling John about any of this. He'd never even told his friends and family when it was happening.

"Did you prove them wrong yet?" John asked.

"You're a lucky man, John Cena. You've got Police Captain Orton taking care of you. I run the local precinct," Randy said smiling. His smile faltered when John both chuckled and winced at the same time. "Let me take a look."

He took John's hand away from the bandage and pulled it back so he could take a look at the wound.

"The bleeding's nearly stopped," Randy said putting the bandage back on John's cut. "I think you're going to need stitches though."

"Police Captain, isn't that mostly paperwork?" John asked.

"Unfortunately; but I get involved in the larger cases when we have a lot of men on the case. Liaising with detectives and all that," Randy said with a shrug.

"So, how do you stay in such good shape? Most of the time you see pictures, they're always old or overweight, or both," John said smiling. "You're the exact opposite; young and fit."

Randy blushed at John's comment and looked down momentarily. He was sure John was flirting but he didn't want to miss read the signals. The last thing he needed was a complaint on his hands for harassment.

"I like to go to the gym," Randy said, overlooking the compliment from John.

"No wonder you look good," John said with a small smile as he rested his head back against the head rest.

"Tell me about you, John. What do you do for a living?" Randy said, trying to engage John in conversation. He was looking tired and if he had a concussion, which was likely with his head wound, he couldn't let him fall asleep.

"What if I said I was a bank robber?"

"I wouldn't believe you," Randy said laughing. "Your eyes give you away. There's no way you could ever be a criminal. Though I'm sure you've stolen a few hearts in your time."

Randy couldn't believe what he'd just said. He wouldn't use that line when he used to go out on the town every weekend. Where the hell did it come from now. He looked around the scene, trying not to make eye contact with John. He was acting so unprofessional and he wanted to go and hide in his office under a mountain of paperwork.

"I work as a lifeguard at the pool just around the corner. Oh god," John groaned.

"What? What is it?" Randy said focusing back on John, worried he was in pain.

"I was on my way there when this happened," John said. Randy felt his body relax when John explained and he put his hand back on John's knee.

"I'll get in touch with them once we've sorted you out," Randy reassured him. "So, lifeguard, huh? Is that because you like all the men and women looking at your body?"

"I haven't got a nice body," John said. "Too bulky, at least that's what I've been told."

"Bulky isn't a word I'd use for you," Randy said sincerely. "Mr Muscles comes to mind however."

"I get a bit obsessed when I get to the gym," John said with a shrug.

"Yeah, well, if you hadn't of said lifeguard, I was going for something like bodybuilder."

"I thought about it when I was younger, but the thought of standing there in just a pair of skimpy briefs was too intimidating," John told him. Randy gulped again as he pictured John stood up in front of him as he described. Hell if he was a judge, John would win every completion. Randy suddenly felt restricted in his pants and pulled back from John as he stood up.

"I'll be right back," Randy murmured as he saw the ambulance finally arrive. He met the EMTs and went through the accident victims, explaining about John's head wound. One of the EMTs went over to the second driver and attended to him, while Randy led the second EMT to where John sat.

He stood over the EMT as he worked, making sure John was okay. He glanced every now and then to the other driver, deciding he was fine, especially since the fire brigade arrived shortly after and managed to get him free. It was only another five minutes until John was being shown into the ambulance.

"Are you coming to the hospital?" John asked. Randy noticed the same nervousness which John had when they first started talking was reappearing. He wanted to be able to go to the hospital with him but he was driving the police cruiser which he couldn't leave at the scene unattended.

"I'll be right behind in my car. I need to take the other driver to the hospital before I take him to the station," Randy explained helping John into the ambulance.

"I don't want to be left alone," John admitted.

"John listen to me, I'll stop by and see you at the hospital. You're in safe hands with the EMT."

"You promise?"

"Have I lied to you so far?" Randy said, squeezing John's hand in his. John nodded his acknowledgement and Randy chuckled a little when John winced straight afterward from the pain. "Try not to move your head too much."

Randy stepped back from the ambulance as the EMT shut the door and Randy winked at John. He meant it as reassurance but the look he got from the EMT made him feel embarrassed at being caught. The second driver needed to be checked out at the hospital before he could be transported back to the precinct so Randy was taking him over, following the ambulance. Regardless of any reasoning, the driver had been breaking the law by going through the red light and would be charged with reckless driving.

It was about an hour later by the time another police officer arrived at the hospital to relieve him from guarding the driver. Due to the accident on the freeway the guy still hadn't been seen by a doctor. As soon as he was able he went out to the front desk to see where John had been taken and the nurse showed him to the room.

Randy watched him from outside the room for a couple of minutes. He couldn't help but see vulnerability in John. He didn't know what he'd been through to make him like that, but the overwhelming need to protect him reappeared. As soon as he opened the door, John's eyes lit up and Randy smiled at the welcoming.

"How you feeling?" Randy asked.

"Not too bad. I've got a headache and they won't let me sleep," John complained.

"You've got concussion John. They can't let you fall asleep for a little while," Randy said pulling a seat up next to the bed. "In fact, when they do let you fall asleep, they'll be waking you up every couple of hours to check on you."

John nodded as Randy spoke, looking sad. Randy wanted to hold him in his arms and make him feel better but as a police officer he told himself it would be inappropriate.

"The other guy is going to be charged. I'll see to it," Randy said breaking the silence. "Oh and I've contacted your employer. They're going to let your family know."

"Th-thank you," John stuttered, sitting up straight at the mention of his family. "I shouldn't keep you. You must need to get down to your precinct. You've got a bunch of officers to boss about."

"I'm the boss, I can take m-"

"Honestly, you should head back," John said. "Thanks again for your help."

Randy wondered what he'd said to make John suddenly shut him out. He was hoping to spend a little more time getting to know him before heading into work. It wasn't like there was anyone at home waiting for him. He could easily stay on and make up the lost time. When he couldn't convince John of the fact he reluctantly gave up.

"Umm, we've got a case regardless, but it would help any insurance claim if you came down to the station and made a statement," Randy said, standing in the doorway.

"Yeah, okay. If I find the time I will," John said, still frosty.

Randy left John in the room and headed out of the hospital and back into the world. He looked at his watch and saw he'd lost a couple of hours due to the accident. He really would be staying on late at the station that night.

The following day, Randy was back into his usual routine. Fond memories had occurred as he drove down the road where the accident occurred, but he didn't let them flood his mind since it was a lost cause anyway. The only hope of seeing John again was if he came to the station to make a statement.

He grabbed a coffee and graciously accepted a few jibes from the rookies about getting to be a real police officer again, before heading into his office to continue with the paperwork he'd started the day before. Although he was working his way up the ranks, the further he went the more paperwork it was. He wished some days that he could be back on the beat and arresting criminals, rather than being stuck behind a desk.

About an hour or two later, he wasn't sure, he just knew it was three coffees later, there was a knock on his door and the rookie who was manning the desk came in.

"Yeah?"

"Sir, there's a Mr Cena at the desk. Says he's here to make a statement, but only wants to speak to you," the rookie said.

Randy's eyes shot up at the mention of John's name and his heart started racing. He hoped it wasn't obvious to the rookie as he put on a straight face.

"I'll be out in a second," he said coughing as he spoke. The rookie left the office and Randy quickly straightened his uniform and checked his breath. Randy couldn't believe he just did that. He's here to make a statement, not go on a date with him.

He made his way to the front desk and his heart started racing again as he took in the sight of John. He looked different without a big bandage on his head and blood pouring down his face. Naturally, he looked even more attractive. Randy even wanted to use the word 'smoking' to describe him. Randy shook his head of his thoughts; it wasn't the time to be thinking things like that.

"Mr Cena, why don't you come through," Randy said, trying to sound professional in front of his colleagues.

"Sir, Interview Room 1 is free," the young rookie offered.

"It's fine. My office will be sufficient," Randy said, leading John down the corridor. He opened the door and allowed John to go in ahead of him.

"Have you managed to get any sleep yet?" Randy asked indicating the chair in front of his desk.

"Some," John said. "What's your first name?"

Randy was taken back at the sudden question.

"Randal," he said pointing to the name plate on his desk. "But I prefer Randy."

John wandered around the room rather than take a seat and Randy let him do what he wanted rather than interrupt. He didn't seem interested in making a statement and Randy wasn't worried either. The only thing he cared about was John actually coming down to see him.

"Are these all of your awards?"

"Yeah. There's a couple of my grandfather's there as well," Randy said. "He left them to me when he died."

"I'm sorry," John said quietly but Randy just shrugged.

"It was six years ago now. I've moved on," Randy said. "Still miss him of course, but I've come to terms with it."

John turned to face him and Randy was trying to find something to hold on to, to stop himself from going over to John and kissing him. When he led in bed last night, all Randy could think about was kissing those lips. It didn't help that the image of John in a bodybuilders outfit kept springing into his mind. He was ashamed to admit he'd taken care of himself, using John as his material.

"I came to say thank you," John said. "Properly."

"You thanked me yesterday," Randy said with a shrug.

"No, I didn't. I was rude and threw you out," John said walking up to the desk and letting his fingers travel along the wood. "I want to show you my appreciation for everything you did yesterday."

Randy gulped a little as he watched John's fingers trail around the edge of his desk. His eyes lifted to meet John's as he came around to where he sat and he turned his chair to face the muscular man. He shouldn't be allowing this to happen. John was a victim, and this would be seen as harassment. When John stepped closer though, pushing his leg in between Randy's, so he was as close as he could get, Randy couldn't stop his hand from running up the side of his thigh.

Throwing the rule book out the window, Randy grabbed hold of John and slammed him against his desk. Kicking the chair back into the wall behind him as he stood up, Randy attacked John's lips devouring him, tasting his mouth as he so desired the day before. John moaned into the kiss as Randy thrust his tongue in melding them together. Randy pulled at John's shirt, ripping it up and over his head. As Randy took in the sight of John's chest, running his hands over the prominent muscles, John was pulling Randy's shirt from his pants and unbuttoning it so he could get at the skin underneath. Randy pushed John down onto his desk, moving his lips to John's upper body.

The way Randy was devouring John's body, raking his teeth over John's skin, sucking on his nipples; he was never going to forget this moment. That was his plan. He hoped beyond all hope that John was going to stay with him, let him take him for a nice meal. Realistically though, with the look of utter desperation on John's face, Randy knew it wasn't going to happen.

Just as he was about to stop and reign himself in, Randy felt John's hands travel under his shirt which was still on his back. Pushing himself up from his desk, Randy went to remove his shirt, but John stopped him.

"I really love the man in a uniform look, leave it on," he panted. John sat up running his hands up Randy's thighs before running his hands along his abs, sending shivers up Randy's spine. Randy grabbed John's hands and laid him back down on the desk, claiming his lips once more. John wrapped his legs around Randy's waist bringing Randy closer to John's body feeling the hard muscle trapped in John's pants.

Randy ripped his lips from John and started trailing kisses down John's chest stopping to suck on John's nipples, biting them causing a slight moan from John. He continued to move down and traced John's abs with his tongue before running his lips along John's hip bones. John was writhing on Randy's desk and the sight enthralled Randy, making him harder. Randy undid John's belt and slowly began to rid John of his cut-off jeans, lowering them inch by inch until he could see the bulge in his boxers and those muscular thighs he so inadvertently touched yesterday.

John pulled him up by his belt and Randy closed his eyes as he felt John's hands ridding him of his pants.

"I don't have a lot of time," John said bringing Randy from his thoughts.

"You better get rid of those then," Randy said indicating John's boxers. As John removed his underwear, Randy reached over to his desk drawer and dug around at the back for some lube. He was sure he'd kept a stash there from the time with his ex-boyfriend. When he found the bottle, he spread it over his cock and made sure his fingers were coated as well.

"Randy… please," John moaned as Randy stepped closer to him.

"Lay down again," Randy ordered. "You like a guy in uniform; well nothing turns me on more than a guy, naked on my desk."

"I'm all yours," John said breathlessly as Randy ran his fingers over his entrance. Randy shuddered at John's sentiment before pushing a finger gently into John. He couldn't believe the tightness of John's body as it encompassed his finger. If this is what it felt like on his finger, he was looking forward to feeling it tight around his cock.

John writhed again under his touch trying to get him to move and Randy obliged. He pumped his finger in out trying to stretch the opening so it would be less painful for John.

"Another," John breathed and Randy willing pushed a second finger in, scissoring them in between pumping still trying to stretch him some more. "Enough, please, I need you."

"Are you sure?" Randy asked only getting a nod of the head from John. "I want to hear you scream for me, but we need to stay quiet."

"Then you better kiss me the whole way through," John sassed as Randy slowly pushed the head of cock into John. "Fuck."

"You okay?" Randy asked, worried he'd hurt him.

"I'm fine, it's amazing," John said wrapping his arm around Randy's neck. "Keep going."

Randy pushed the rest of the way in, letting John get used to his size before he started slowly pumping in and out.

"Faster," John begged.

Randy indulged him and started thrusting faster and harder. He grabbed John's hips and angled them do he could drive deeper into him. As soon as he thrust in at the new angle, John dug his fingers into Randy's shoulders. Randy was going to have to be careful otherwise his shirt was going to be shredded by the time they were done.

"Fuuu-" John started to yell but Randy quickly captured his moans with his mouth. He thrust his tongue into John's mouth and soon he had him pressed hard to desk as his tongue imitated the actions his cock was doing at the same time.

With every thrust Randy caught a muffled moan or groan and he knew the moment he hit John's hot spot because, even when kissing him, John's scream, which was music to his ears, was no doubt heard in the next office.

"God, you're loud," Randy said, grinding hard into John, as he ripped his lips away from his. "I'd love to watch you go when we don't have to be quiet."

"Please don't stop, Randy," John begged as Randy slowed his thrusting, too captivated in how gorgeous John looked beneath him.

"Anything you want," Randy said starting his hard, fast thrusts again. As soon as he hit John's spot again he recaptured his lips without stopping and continued thrusting harder and harder feeling his release mounting in his stomach.

John wrapped his legs tighter around Randy's waist and Randy pulled on his arms until he was sat up, his arms still wrapped around his neck as they devoured each other's mouths. If this was going to end soon he wanted to feel connected to the man. Every inch of their bodies touched and Randy could feel John's member trapped between their bodies, rubbing against their abs.

"You're getting quiet John," Randy whispered in his ear. "With how noisy you've been I can only presume that means you're getting close."

Randy smiled into John's neck as he heard a whimper escape John's lips as his only means of reply.

"Mmm, John, god your ass feels fucking amazing," Randy spoke softly into John's ear bringing another whimper from him. "I never felt someone grip me so tight… I'd love to see you ride me so I can see my cock pushing in and out of you."

"I… I guess you… get vocal… when you get close," John panted as Randy pushed them to the edge.

"You guessed right; now… fucking… cum… for… me," he ordered as he thrust harder than ever, punctuating each word.

John it seemed didn't need telling twice as Randy felt his cum splash against his abs and chest. As John came, Randy let his own release go, growling into John's neck at the viciousness of his orgasm. Randy slumped against John as John's legs slipped from his waist.

"Thank you," John said as his breath came back to him.

"You're welcome," Randy said laughing with John. He stepped back from the desk and John moved so he was knelt down. He quickly pulled Randy's boxers and pants back up and fastening the pants and belt.

Randy slumped into his chair as John pulled his clothes back on. Randy sat smirking as John was looking around for his top.

"Looking for this?" Randy said holding the shirt. When John smiled, and went to take it, Randy pulled it back from him and grinned. "What do I get for it?"

"I think you've already had enough from me," John said, stepping closer.

"I thought that was thanking me for yesterday?"

"Fine, how about this, instead?" John said leaning in and capturing Randy's lips. They tongues battled together for a minute before John dragged his lips from Randy's.

"That'll do," Randy said; a grin spread wide across his face, as he handed John his shirt. John threw his shirt on and made himself presentable so they wouldn't raise any suspicions, moving to the door to open it, only to find Randy's hand stopping him. "What's the likelihood of there being more between us?"

"Slim to none," John said, unable to look into Randy's eyes.

"Thank you for being honest," Randy whispered into his ear, kissing him gently on his neck, and releasing his hand so he could open the door. He walked quietly with John down the corridor and they took a step apart so they didn't look cosy.

"Thank you for your help, Captain Orton," John said holding his hand out to Randy.

"You're welcome; thank you for coming in and making the statement. I'll be sure to get a copy posted to you for your insurance claim."

"Thanks," John said shaking Randy's hand before turning and leaving the station. Randy busied himself around the front desk for a few minutes watching John as he hung around the front of the building. He didn't know why he wasn't leaving straight away. Randy decided to play the considerate officer role and made his way to the door. Just as he opened the door, he saw John climb into an SUV, reaching over to kiss the man sat in the driver's seat. Randy's heart sank at the sight. He saw John look over just as he was about to turn away and Randy noticed a sad expression on his face.

It must have been about eleven p.m. by the time Randy stepped through the door to his home. After John had left the precinct, Randy's day dragged and it took him twice as long as usual to complete any of the tasks he needed to complete.

He tried to block John from his mind, but it was going to be a difficult task every day since he'd taken him right on his desk. The place he was going to be sat at each and every day of the year.

He put his gun in the closet just inside his door and then went through to the kitchen to pull out a frozen meal from his freezer. Randy was no gourmet chef and his meals usually consisted of a call to the take away, something from the café around the corner from the precinct or a frozen meal like tonight.

He put the meal in the microwave to cook and then went upstairs to shower, hoping the water would wash all trace of John from his body and mind. It didn't. If anything, it made it worse. He picked his uniform up from the floor where he discarded it and took the basket of washing downstairs to put on.

He went through the pockets of his pants and threw all the contents on the counter without looking before putting his clothes in the washing machine.

It was after dinner he went back out to sort the washing and remembered he hadn't gone through what he'd found in his pockets. Most of it was rubbish or money, but there was something he didn't recognise. He unfolded the piece of paper and his heart broke as he read the message:

I WAS TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM HIM YESTERDAY

PLEASE HELP ME

JOHN

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A/N: So you may have noticed I left this one on a cliff hanger... if it's well received then I may consider expanding on it in the future. I've still got one more one shot left and then I've been talking with WadeJohnRandys Darkness about a story idea of hers, so it's going to be later down the line, but let me know anyway.