✿ Mild boy-boy scene. Don't read if you're uncomfortable with it ✿

Randall slowly woke up, feeling rather dazed.

He fell asleep? When did he fall asleep?!

In a panic, he realised he was alone and he got up, not caring about his nakedness. Sharp pain hit immediately, and he hissed loudly.

Memories of what had happened filled his mind and he leaned forward a bit, as he adjusted to the pain from his throbbing butt. Damn, but that boy was ruthless.

"Careful," came that lovely voice he thought he wouldn't be hearing again, "Sorry, I got a bit carried away."

Randall turned, and saw a half-naked Dean walking over, his chest littered with all the love bites he had given.

That sight made him smile and a part of him wanted to awaken again, so he quickly covered it. The last thing he needed right now was another round. He didn't think his body could take it at the moment.

"What time is it?" he croaked, his throat rather dry. Was it due to the number of times he cried out at each climax?

Dean sat down beside him, as Randall scooted painfully to the side.

Kyle saw the grimace of pain that flashed by Randall's face and he couldn't help the small smile that formed on his face. His hand was sure tired, pumping that dildo up Randall's a*s, but the effects were good.

So good, in fact, that Randall had actually climaxed as well.

Kyle gave him a soft kiss before handing him a glass of water. Randall took it gratefully, drinking it then frowned as he saw Kyle picking up his singlet and wearing it.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Getting dressed, what else?" Kyle replied, reaching for his jacket.

Randall jumped up, grabbing Kyle by the wrist and pulled him back down, "No, you can't leave."

Kyle raised an eyebrow and simply stared at him, displeasure evident on his face.

"No, I mean, don't leave," Randall quickly corrected himself, "Stay."

Randall saw as Dean looked disturbed at that, as he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. There was some hesitation in his eyes, and Randall could sense that Dean was feeling conflicted about something.

"Dean, please," Randall said softly, hardly believing that he would lower himself like this.

Yet, he had never felt so strongly about a person before and he knew, he didn't want this young man to walk out of his life.

"Randall," Kyle said, making his voice really sad, "I ... I'm a free bird, you know? I fly from one place to another, never perching long in one place."

Kyle sighed, then put his forehead against Randall's forehead, "I would die if I was to be in one place for long."

Randall gripped Kyle's arms, hissing, "No. No, you won't. It's not like I would cage you. You can go wherever you want. Just ... just stay with me. By my side."

"I can't," Kyle insisted, "Look, commitments are just not my thing."

Randall didn't like what he was hearing. He didn't want to hear it, so he kissed Dean, wanting to shut that mouth from saying the words he didn't want to hear. He felt satisfied to feel Dean returning his kiss, their tongue doing the tango all over again.

"You can't say that you don't feel something," Randall said breathlessly, as he broke the kiss, looking at Dean who appeared to be equally affected.

Kyle closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, opening them, he looked deep into Randall's eyes, "I admit, there was something about you that pulled me. I've never felt that before but ..."

"But??!" Randall desperately said, gripping Kyle's arm harder.

Kyle looked own at those hands, and Randall, realising what he was doing, quickly let go. Kyle got up, and this time, Randall didn't stop him.

"Look, Randall," Kyle said, slowly taking his jacket and looking at it before putting it on, "I don't know what this is. We had amazing sex ... but for me to stay ... I just can't."

Kyle walked to the door, holding onto the handle and turning to face the man that was looking at him intently, "For what's it worth, it was the best fuck of my life. Goodbye, Randall."

Randall watched as Dean walked out the door.

He knew that he could have easily shouted to his bodyguards outside, and they would have restrained Dean. Tie him up. Make him stay by his side.

But he also knew, doing that would make Dean hate him. Worse, he may be killing the wild side of Dean that he had grown to love.

Love? Love?!

Randall's eyes widened as the realisation hit him.

"Follow him!" Randall shouted.

There was no way he was going to let Dean go now.