So this is the oneshot for Gamesgrl5887 who was the #400 review for Slim to None... only due to the length of the story, I decided to turn it into a two shot.

This is a follow up to Last Night of Freedom.

Hope you all enjoy :)

Extreme Rules, one of the most gruelling nights of the year for pay per views, every match has a stipulation which means it won't be a simple pin fall. Everything is put on the line. And for Randy it was important his be good, he had the match the pay per view was named after, on top of that, his little girl was in the audience.

He couldn't believe where the last five years had gone. One minute, he was holding her in his arms, the proud father, the next; she was ringside watching his match against Big Show. He wished things had worked out with her mom, but even though it may sound cruel and cold hearted, at least she would grow up knowing the truth, that not everything worked out how you planned.

For Randy, long before Alanna was even conceived, his life had taken a twist he wasn't expecting. Not long after arriving at OVW, his developmental contract with the WWE in the bag, Randy had spent a drunken night in bed with another future WWE star, what was worse, it wasn't a diva. Instead, he woke up next to John Cena.

One drunken night turned into two, then three, and before they knew it, they were dating. Neither man had plans to come clean to anyone; it would have been too much information for their parents' generation.

But that was when he found out that life wasn't fair. Randy's life took another huge twist and he found himself alone after three years of being together. He dove head first into work, playing a role, while secretly, he was falling to pieces. Going out each night getting drunk, he soon found his life spiralling out of control.

Seeing his problems, John came back to him, unable to see his former lover in so much pain, but it wasn't in the way he wanted. John was there to support him. As a friend. They had one or two moments, but it never became anything, at least for John. Randy stilled loved him. Even when he met his wife.

But here they were, 2013, Randy was single, John was single, but since their last time together in 2009, John avoided Randy. Randy didn't notice it to begin with; they were working closely together on their championship feud Randy would see John and speak to him often enough, but by the end of the following year, Randy started to notice, it was only ever work between them. They never hung out.

When Randy heard of John's divorce, he wanted to comfort him, but whenever he saw John, the elder of the two, turned and walked away. Even when they worked together, not that it was very often, John barely spoke to him. As if to kick a man while he's down, Randy's marriage came to an end after months of trying to keep it going.

And tonight was going to be the night he was making a change. No longer would he let fate decide. He was taking matters into his own hands. John was going to be his again. Randy invited a number of his colleagues over to a makeshift house warming get together. Since they were finished so late it was difficult to arrange a party since everyone needed to get on to the next town but he knew at least eleven people were visiting. He'd even given Big Show instructions to drag John along with him, under the guise of getting him to relax.

Randy couldn't believe it when they all arrived at once; by the looks of things they'd ordered a mini bus to get them over. Alex, Alicia, Big Show, Michael, Josh, John, Dean, Roman, Kaitlyn and Wade all took a seat outside on the patio.

"Randy, man, this place is nice," Roman commented, as he stepped out onto the patio.

"What did you expect? A grungy little apartment by the airport?" Randy joked.

"It was good enough for you once upon a time," John commented. He didn't even try to make eye contact, and everyone felt the bite behind the words.

Again, Randy started wondering why John was so cold to him, but now wasn't the time. Once John's feelings were showing, maybe then he could ask.

"Anyway," Roman said trying to break the tension. "I didn't know if you would downsize since your... well..."

"...divorce," Randy said cutting to the chase. He didn't want it to become a forbidden word. It happened. Nothing he could do to change it.

"Yeah," Roman said letting his eyes fall.

"My dad always told me to invest in property, and I'm at the point in my life where I can splurge without feeling restricted," Randy said with a shrug.

"Mind, if I take a look around?" Roman asked.

"Be my guest, but don't snoop in my room," Randy said. He didn't care if they saw his room; he just didn't need them finding what he had up there ready for John.

Roman headed back inside and was soon followed by Wade who wanted to take a look and see how Randy had decorated. Wade was in the middle of redecorating his place and wanted some ideas.

With the mention of the word divorce, it was inevitable that the remaining people wanted to ask him how he was coping. Randy blagged his way through and graciously accepted the offers of support, acknowledging their comments of 'if there's anything we can do.' Truth be told, the only person he would ever take up the offer from, was the one person who still wasn't talking.

Instead of interacting with his colleagues, John was on his phone, texting back and forth with Nikki Bella. To the outside world, she was his girlfriend; they were even keeping up appearances while the Total Divas series was being taped. Everyone he worked with, they knew they were just friends, helping him through his own divorce.

"Round two, anyone?" Randy said, feeling the pressure to keep his head straight with John blanking him.

Randy went into the kitchen, finding Dean and Alicia having a quiet moment. He hadn't even noticed they'd slipped away since he was talking with the others. Though he didn't want to interrupt the latest lovebirds, Randy coughed and entered the room, not making direct contact as he went to the fridge to retrieve some beers.

The couple followed Randy back out to the patio and as everyone sat around chatting. It wasn't long before they all heard something which even made John look up from his phone.

"You have got to be kidding me," Randy commented with a knowing smirk, as everyone laughed at the moans falling from one of the upstairs rooms. "It's customary for the owner of the home to be the one to christen the rooms.

"Nice to know you aren't having sex Randy," Kaitlyn joked.

"Yeah, but they have a really good idea," Alicia said standing from her spot on Dean's knee and pulling him up. "Randy, I'm sorry to disappear so soon, but I want to be ravished, and Dean is the man to do that."

Randy followed them to the front door, mostly to ensure they didn't head into another of his spare rooms, and said his goodbyes.

When he closed the door and turned around, he didn't expect to see John stood there. Did he want to talk to him? Alone?

"Hey," Randy said gently.

"I should be going as well, I have an early start," John said moving to go passed Randy. Randy caught hold of his wrist in a loose grip to stop him.

"Stay, please," Randy asked. He needed John; it was the whole reason for the night, to get John to spend time with him.

"I can't," John said stepping back toward the door. Randy followed, stepping in close behind him, almost pressing himself into John.

"I need you to stay," Randy said hoping his voice sounded as soft as he meant it. He slid his hand around John, holding him still, before using his other hand to tip John's head back. Before John could protest, Randy pressed their lips together. Holding back the urges he had to push John into the wall, Randy kept the kiss light, not even slipping John the tongue. He was waiting for John to respond and take the kiss further, give him some kind of sign that he wanted more, but nothing came.

Instead, John pulled out of Randy's hold, shaking his head, "I don't want this."

Randy mentally had to stop himself from falling, hearing those words was enough to turn his heart to stone. If John didn't want him, there was no hope, no one else he wanted to be with. Steeling himself to the look of sympathy he was expecting to see on John's face, Randy looked up.

"I should-"

Randy acted before his brain was in gear and instead of giving up, he launched into John, pushing him back against the wall and slamming his lips to John's. It was a hard, demanding kiss, where he was taking everything he had wanted from John for the last four years. He shouldn't be doing it, but when he was faced with saying the final goodbye, Randy couldn't stop himself.

But then it happened, John's arms went around Randy's neck, his lips parted, a low rumble of a moan slipped out, and he lifted his legs from the ground, wrapping around Randy's waist. Randy automatically adjusted John, grinding his hips into John. Not letting his brain take control and slow things down, Randy took John's weight and headed for the stairs, kissing him the whole way up.

John had pulled his lips away and started attacking Randy's neck as he carried along the short corridor to the master bedroom. Randy threw John onto the bed and moved over him, his hands going straight for the hem of John's shirt. He pushed the material up and over his head, tangling John's arm in it to keep his hands tied. His lips made a quick journey down John's body as his hands hurried to open John's pants.

He had plans for John and he wasn't in the mood to take his time. He pulled John's pants and boxers down, leaving them around his ankles. He grabbed John's arms and moved him so he was lead on the bed the way he wanted him. John was a smart man and it wouldn't take long for him to get free, but Randy had means of stopping that.

"Do you remember how you loved being tied up?" Randy whispered into John's ear as he tied his arms to the headboard with the scarves he'd left out. He skated his lips down John's body again, chuckling when he saw the hard, weeping condition John was in. "I think I need to change that to 'still love being tied up'."

"Please," John breathed his words barely above a whisper.

"I bought this last year when I heard," Randy commented as he went to his dresser. "I guess even then I was formulating plans in my head. When I saw this I got hard thinking about how I would use it on you."

Randy went back to the bed, letting John see the toy he was going to use. The butt plug wasn't huge, which was probably wise since John wouldn't have been with anyone in a while, but it had a feature which Randy was going to share with John later. He let John watch as he lubed the plug generously.

"Has it been as long I'm hoping?" Randy asked as he lifted John's leg to rest on his shoulder as he poured some lube on John's opening.

"Three years," John replied, taking a deep breath hoping to relax his body. Randy didn't say anything, but his heart sunk a little at the number. "Wait, no, we're 2013, four years."

"Fuck, John, are you kidding me?" Randy swore.

"What? There hasn't-"

"Don't ever do that to me again," Randy said letting a relieved chuckle out.

"Sorry," John laughed as he realised what Randy was commenting on.

Sensing John's relaxed state; Randy started slipping the plug into John, taking his time to let John grow accustomed to the object. Once it was in, Randy moved it around a little, until he caught John's spot and a whimper slipped past John's lips.

Smirking at the sound, Randy slipped lower so his lips brushed against John's thigh, continuing his journey down his leg. He held John in place as he tied his ankle to the footboard with yet another scarf. Randy felt a tension form in John's body as his situation became apparent. The tension only lasted a fraction of a second and Randy moved over to tie the remaining limb to the footboard.

Slipping off the bed, he stood at the foot, looking at the erotic sight of his lover spread eagle and tied to his bed. He walked along the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing up John's body before kneeling on the floor, his lips in line with John's ear.

"Do you want the same word?" Randy asked softly

"Yes."

"I still have guests to entertain, this will be your last chance to use it for a while..." Randy said, pausing to give John time to think that statement through. "You're going to be tied here until everyone has gone. Then I'm going to come in here and play."

"Yes, s-sir."

"What's on your mind?" Randy asked, sensing John's uneasiness. "Tell me before this continues."

"I would prefer you in here," John admitted.

"I'll come up whenever I have the chance," Randy said tweaking John's nipple, eliciting another whimper from John. "And just so you can keep an eye on how long I've been gone, I have a treat lined up for you every five minutes, starting... now."

As he said the word, he hit the button on the remote he had, sending a vibration through the plug in his ass. John's hips bucked off the bed and he moaned.

"More."

"Not for five minutes," Randy said kissing him hard before heading to the door. Just as he was about to close it, John stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait... I don't..."

"You don't what?" Randy asked, concerned.

"What if someone comes in by accident?"

"Then they get one hell of a sight," Randy said stepping out the door, an evil glint in his eyes. Once the door was closed, Randy smiled to himself, this was it, and John was his again. He slipped the key into the door and locked it, letting the smile grow as he thought of John relaxing now he knew he wouldn't be caught.

Now Randy's true test of character was about to start. Somehow he needed to maintain his usual relaxed state while knowing John was tied to his bed with a toy stuck up his ass. What would make it even harder, not to mention make himself harder, was the thought that he could press that button at anytime to give John a jolt of excitement.

He'd positioned the plug so it was resting against John's prostate, a constant reminder of Randy's control over him; he could make him cum whenever he chose to, however he chose to. There was only one word which could ever stop it from happening, and never in their relationship did he ever hear John use it.

"Hey, sorry I've been so long," Randy said stepping back outside. "John and I got to talking as he was waiting for his taxi."

"Man, I didn't notice you were gone," Show said, looking guilty at the admittance.

"Maybe, I'll just go again," Randy said sitting down in the chair. "No re-emergence of Rom-"

A moan from the window above answered his questions before he had time to finish. All seven of them burst into laughter at the fact that the men, out of nowhere, had fallen into bed together. Of course, people might wonder that about him and John if they were caught in a situation like that. They'd been secretive when they were together due to the discrimination they would likely have received when they were first together.

The business wasn't exactly okay with gay couples in those days and though it was improving, with more and more people being open about their relationships, Randy and John would still turn a number of heads if they were to come out. In one way, he was slightly jealous of Roman and Wade, at least they were able to attempt a relationship. Those sat around were okay with it, especially since they were getting an impromptu performance tonight.

Randy discreetly checked his watch and noticed it was close to five minutes, thirty seconds to go to be exact. He counted down in his head before hitting the button on the remote. Holding it down, he counted for a further ten seconds before stopping, picturing his beloved writhing on the bed, his hips flew up from the mattress as the sensations shot through his body.

God, what he wouldn't do to be there watching it. He tapped the button, releasing it just as quickly, to send a second jolt to John's hotspot. No, he couldn't be there; this wasn't just about controlling John while pleasing him. It was about testing his patience. If he was going to play with John later, he needed to be able to keep his cool and not want to jump his bones as soon as he was in the room. He was going to go slow and have his fun.

"How's the arm Book?" Randy asked, taking his mind from the constant thoughts of John. "I was surprised to see you here today."

"It's taking a while, but it's getting there," Booker answered. "It'll still be another month or two until I can work again, but I needed to get on the road. I love Sharmell, but I needed me some guy time."

"So you'll be joining Roman and Wade upstairs?" Michael joked.

"Hell no. Hell. No," Booker shot back, giving him the infamous 'tell you didn't say that' stare.

"Booker, don't take offence," Kaitlyn piped in. "He was joking. Besides, if anyone should take offence, it's me."

"How?" Randy asked at the same time as Josh Matthews.

"Two hot guys like that, they end up going off with each other rather than take a look at me," she clarified.

Randy rolled his eyes at the comment. This was why he was staying away from women. They only ever thought it was about them. He loved Sam, part of him always would. But even Sam had the same tendencies to want the attention on her. When Randy and John were together, they never had the issue, and from the growing level of grunts from the window upstairs, Roman and Wade weren't having the issue either.

Randy was so engrossed in the conversation, he almost missed the next five minute marker. He carefully fumbled in his pocket and hit the button, giving John a longer burst of the vibration. As he held the button down, flicking it on and off to keep John guessing, he felt himself getting hard at the thought of John trying hold back the moans, maybe a couple of little whimpers slipping out.

"Randy... Randy... RANDY!" Alex called from across the small table they were sat round.

"Hmm, yeah sorry, completely zoned out for a moment," Randy said coming back to his current surroundings. "What's up?"

"Mind if I get another beer?"

"Yeah, man, help yourself, they're in the fridge in the kitchen," Randy said still shaking the lucid thoughts from his mind. "I gotta hit the head."

"Thanks for sharing," Riley said as he followed him into the house on the way to the kitchen.

"Sorry dude," Randy apologised heading for the stairs. He flew up them, two at a time, and went straight for his bedroom. He fumbled around trying to get the key out of his back pocket and somehow managed to get it in the lock without dropping it from his shaking hands.

He tried not to focus on the bed as he stepped inside and closed the door, making sure to lock it again. He took a deep breath before turning to face his lover.

"God damn it you look hot."

He could see John wanted to say something but was following the standard rules they laid down years ago, he only spoke when given permission.

"I wanted to stay away for longer, but the thought of you up here, tied up like this; that plug in your butt, vibrating whenever I want it to. It was turning me on too much," Randy commented whilst climbing on the bed and straddling John's torso. "Are you close to cumming?"

"Yes," John responded, his voice heavy with lust.

"How close?"

"If you touch me... I'll cum."

"Hmm... best let you calm down," Randy said swinging his leg over John, removing himself from the bed. "Out of curiosity, if I hit this button right now... would it make you cum?"

"Yes," John said grinding his teeth together, losing his patience.

Randy chuckled at John's reaction, before pressing the button, keeping his finger on it as he listened to John moan.

"Oh god... fuck... please," John begged for permission.

"Make it good," Randy whispered in his ear, looking down John's body at his hard cock. Then John was cumming and cumming. Randy watched as John's body clenched tight, his thigh muscles working over time, automatically gripping the object in his ass as his cock spurted what seemed like endless amounts of cum over his abs. The thought of John enjoying this as much as he did and the strength of his release, would keep Randy hard for days, but he hoped to hear John's cries of pleasure again later that night.

Randy pulled one of the pillows from underneath John's head and moved it down the bed, propping it under John's hips. As quickly as he could, without hurting John, he removed the plug, causing a whimper from John.

"Too much of a good thing, John," Randy chuckled. "Don't want you worn out before I get back up here to play."

Randy put the plug in the bathroom, ready to clean up after John was asleep later in the night. One thing he always maintained was caring for his lover, whether that was their comfort or their health. He wouldn't do anything to hurt John in any way.

"Okay, I'm going back down and I won't be up until everyone's gone," Randy said sitting on the side of his bed, his fingers running through the sticky cum covering John's stomach. He lifted his fingers to John's mouth so he could taste himself. "Are you in any pain?"

"No," John said in between cleaning Randy's fingers.

"Good," Randy said before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on John's lips. "Try to get some rest."

Randy left the room, locking the door to help John relax enough that he could doze off if he wanted to. He didn't want to return to everyone downstairs but he'd invited them, there was nothing he could do. He had to play the cordial host.

"Have they emerged yet?" Riley asked as Randy stepped out onto the patio.

"I was heading to the room to kick them out when I heard them going at it again," Randy lied.

"The worrying thing is, we're going to know who was giving it to whom," Kaitlyn joked. "One of them won't be walking properly tomorrow."

"Then I hope I don't see either of them because I don't need the imagery."

Hope you enjoyed :) Look out for part two, coming soon. Oh, and please review.