This is a oneshot for megcentonslash I hope she loves it as well as everyone else.

As he stretched out his body, shifting his position, his eyes flicked open and landed on his husband. The man of his dreams. A smile made its way across his face and it almost immediately faltered when he saw where they were.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked his voice sounding foreign to his ears as the grogginess of sleep still hung around.

"About two hours, cutie," Randy replied reaching over and taking his hand. John let Randy take his hand and rest it on his thigh as he put his hand back on the steering wheel.

"Sorry, sugar. I meant to keep you company," John said.

"You did for four hours; not to mention for the last few days in Toronto. It was nice to get a few days by ourselves," Randy said with a smile. John started laughing at something own known and Randy quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Sorry sugar. I was just thinking. If I were a woman, I'd probably be on my way to being pregnant after that weekend," John said still smiling, his hand sliding up Randy's thigh.

"We did get a bit carried away didn't we," Randy said, joining in with John's laughter. "Glad to see that smile back as well."

They smiled sadly at each other, knowing it would only be a little while until they were separated again for a few days. Both men were working for the same company, just different brands. While Randy was fast rising up the ranks on Raw as part of Evolution, John was over on Smackdown making the same journey, the only difference was his was a solo journey.

Sure John had friends who he hung out with at the arena and who he travelled with while away from Randy, but he still got lonely being away from his husband. From the moment they met, they were in love; they just clicked. Within a month, Randy was proposing and they were making trips in between their training and the shows with OVW to both West Newbury and St Louis.

Both sets of parents were shocked at the news, not that they were gay; both men had come out years before, but simply at the sudden nature of their engagement. Somehow their parents managed to persuade them to wait a little while until they married; advising them not to rush into it and make sure they were able to live together.

John and Randy had tried, taking up residence in St Louis as it was the closer home to Louisville. In April of the following year when Randy was called up to the ranks, they both hated it. Randy was away most of the time and had taken to staying over with John's family in West Newbury on his days off since he was usually close by.

Thankfully for the pair just a couple of months after Randy's debut, John made his own, going against Kurt Angle. Life couldn't be any better for the pair as they could work and travel together again. They left their flat in St Louis and bought their first home together in West Newbury. Both men realised during their two months apart they couldn't go any longer and when John hit the big time with Randy they started planning their wedding without telling their parents.

They invited Randy's family over to West Newbury in August and the pair took both families out for the day, making a stop of the registry office. Randy and John calmed everyone down when the serious advice and warnings started and in the end both families were happy for them and on 6 August 2002, the happy couple exchanged vows.

"Do you reckon I should have a word with Mr McMahon?" John asked as Randy put the car in park. "Maybe if he understood how I felt he would let me move over to Raw with you."

"Cutie, you will have my backing no matter what," Randy replied. He took John's hand and placed a kiss on his palm. "I love you and want you in my arms ever night."

"It's been over a year since we've been able to work on a show together," John said with a sad smile.

The couple got out of the car and headed into the shopping plaza where they were going to get food.

"How long have we got until your ride gets here?" Randy asked pulling John into his side and wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

"Probably no more than an hour, Korderas said he'd call when he was in the parking lot," John said leaning his head on Randy's shoulder. "Not that I'm going to be good company."

"Cutie, cheer up. Its three days then we'll be together again. We can head home and spend some more time in each other's arms," Randy said trying to cheer his husband up.

Randy hated how John always got so gloomy when they were about to part ways. He sometimes wondered if their separation was some kind of punishment. Randy knew he could be a big mouth on occasion, more so than not probably, but it was just his nature. If it wasn't because of that, the only other reason was because they got married and didn't inform management until after it happened.

Just one month after they were married, Randy had been transferred to Raw, away from his husband. Then to top their second separation due to work, Randy was injured. John was travelling home whenever he could, but if was asked to partake in some marketing event, autograph signing, he couldn't say no without it being detrimental to his career.

Randy was grateful when they came up with the idea to turn him heel through some video updates. He jumped at the chance, and started travelling with John, recording the segments while John was working. He did wonder at the time whether it would only make things worse when he went back to working full time, but when he did, they managed to make it work.

Depending on the schedule of shows for both Smackdown and Raw, John would travel out with him to the Raw show and then they would head their separate ways the following day. At the end of his schedule Randy would travel to wherever John was working and they'd meet en route. Paul, Ric and Dave were always making fun of their relationship and all the extra travelling they were doing, but it worked for the couple and the only thing that would change it, would be if John could get transferred to Raw.

"I've got an idea," Randy whispered, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of them as they stood in line at a coffee stand.

John, who was leant back against Randy's body, turned his head to look at Randy as the taller man, slipped an arm around his waist and let the fingers of his free hand entwine with John's.

"What, sugar?"

"Why do you call me that?" Randy asked.

John turned in Randy's arms and snaked his up and around Randy's neck, gently bringing his head in and capturing his lips. Their kisses remained soft and gentle, nipping at each other's lips. Aware that they were in a public place, neither man wanted to risk getting carried away. Especially when they only had a short time before John's ride got there.

"I call you it," John said breaking off from the kiss. "Because you're so sweet to me, if no one else; and you cover my sugar intake for the day."

"Meaning?"

"I can skip the pudding at the end of a meal," John said with a smile. "Now what was your idea?"

Randy chuckled as he took hold of John's hand once more, holding him in a firm grip so he can't get away. Before they went anywhere, Randy looked at the signs handing from the ceiling before yanking on John's arm.

"Where are we going?" John asked.

"You'll see," Randy said smiling at his husband.

Randy weaved them through the crowds of shoppers, making sure they didn't bump into anyone as he led John to their destination. It wasn't going to be romantic but he knew it was going to put a smile on John's face. Not to mention it would give them both a memory whenever they were in town or passing through.

He opened the door to the restrooms and was both grateful and astonished there wasn't anyone in currently in there. Just to be on the safe side, Randy led John to back row of cubicles and to the large, disabled cubicle at the end where they would at least have more space for what he planned.

"Randy, sugar, we can't," John said looking around, checking no one was there.

"Why not?" Randy said pushing John into the cubicle. He locked the door and his patented smile spread across his face.

"Don't give me that look," John said biting his lip as Randy stepped in close to him. "You know I can't resist that smirk."

"Oh, I know, cutie," Randy said. "Why do you think I always use it on you?"

As Randy slipped his arms around John's waist, John visibly gave in and melted into Randy's embrace. He reached up and grabbed Randy's head, holding him still as he crashed their lips together. Randy's smile turned into an evil chuckle as they kissed and John pulled back scowling at his husband.

"You are so easy, cutie," Randy said pulling John back in again.

"Shut up and kiss me."

Randy did just that, taking John's lips between his own, running his tongue along his perfect lips. John readily gave in, knowing there was no point in trying to talk Randy out of his idea, and parted his lips, allowing Randy access. John's hands slipped up into Randy's short hair and tugged gently between his fingers. Randy replied by pushing John against the tiled wall, causing his lover to moan into their kiss.

His hands went straight to John's flies and opened them, letting his fingers slip in the pants as they opened. Another moan escaped John as the brief touch of Randy's fingers against his hardening member.

"I know this isn't romantic, cutie, but we need to make this quick," Randy said. "Turn around for me."

"What?" John asked breathless and confused.

"It's not like I was planning this when we left the car," Randy said with a look which told John he should know what he's on about. "Cutie, I need to prepare you."

"You don't usually need me to turn around," John said, still slightly confused.

"Usually I have you flat on your back on a bed," Randy said wiggling his eyebrows. "Now turn around."

John, though still not sure, turned around to face the wall, bracing himself like he would if they were in the shower. He felt Randy's fingers on his waist, playing with the bottom of his shirt before pushing it up his body to expose his skin. He moaned slightly when he sensed Randy kneel behind him and place kisses on his spine. Randy slowly kissed his way down, brushing his fingers against the skin as he went. John was almost trembling from the gentle touches Randy was making against his skin.

As he edged lower down, his fingers brushing against the edge of John's jeans, John called out his name, his breath heavy from excitement.

"Sugar, please," John said, barely able to catch his breath.

"I've barely touched you cutie," Randy said as his fingers slipped in beneath the material of John's boxers. "I think you like the idea of getting caught."

"No," he gasped as the air hit the skin of his butt. "I just want you."

"And you're going to get me, cutie," he said pushing John's jeans and boxers to the floor. "I just need to prepare you first."

"I'm okay," John murmured. "You don't need to worry. I'm okay from last night."

"I'm sure you are," Randy said spreading John's cheeks, licking his lips at the sight of John's opening. "But I want to do this."

Randy let his thumb run over John's pucker, watching as it tried to latch on to the digit. His smile spread over his face as he leant in and flicked his tongue over the entrance causing John to release a moan. He fell in love with his husband as soon as they met, there was no denying. But when he heard him moaning the first time they had sex, Randy almost died and went to heaven.

His husband, the man known to the WWE fans as John Cena, but known to him as John Orton, his cutie, was the most responsive man he'd ever been with. Sure there was only one other person he'd been with, and that had been a huge mistake, but as soon as he met John he knew he wouldn't need anyone else.

He flicked his tongue again, and again John moaned though this time he was slightly more prepared for the sensation so he wasn't telling the entire shopping plaza what they were up to. Randy smiled and ran his tongue over John's entrance, dipping inside slightly, teasing his husband. On his next trip he pushed in a little deeper, though still not enough for what he knew John wanted to feel.

John started pushing back off the wall trying to encourage Randy to go deeper but Randy was happy at his speed. He went back to flicking over John's hole, the tip of his tongue causing John to start whining, desperate to feel more. When John realised he wasn't going to get Randy to hurry up, he relaxed against the wall, enjoying what Randy was doing. This was the exact moment Randy decided to steel his tongue and push into John's opening.

"Fuck sugar," John moaned loudly as Randy pushed as far in as he could.

Every time Randy delved his tongue in, John let out an explicit moan, swearing loudly. He knew before long someone was going to come in, hear them and then report it to security. That was, if he didn't find a way to shut John up. As he played with John entrance, teasing him in between probing him, Randy reached down and opened his pants. While doing so he noticed the time on his watch and realised they were going to start running out of time soon.

"Cutie, I don't want to rush this," he said between licks. "But-"

"Let me see you," John whispered loud enough for Randy to hear.

Randy moved up John's body with his lips, making the same moves he did on the way down, just a lot quicker. His hands on John's waist once more, he turned him around and before he even kissed John, his husband sank down to his knees and took him in. John made quick work of soaking Randy's hard cock and then let go of the member, smiling as he came back up to Randy's level.

"I love feeling you get even harder in my mouth," John said kicking off his pants from around his ankles. He put his arms around Randy's neck and then eagerly jumped up, wrapping his legs around Randy's waist, catching him by surprise. "Now give me something to remember you."

"God damn it, you are so cute when you're eager," Randy said pushing him against the wall.

He lined his cock up with John's entrance, told him to take a deep breath and then pushed in in one go. They both swore at each other under their breaths as John's body accommodated Randy's size. John, the first to recover, kissed Randy hard on the lips.

"Keep me quiet," he said with his dimpled smile.

Randy didn't need telling twice and pulled out of John until just the tip was left in. He kissed John, pushing his tongue into his mouth as he thrust his cock in deeper than he had the night before, Randy set a fast pace, knowing they only had a little time until they had to go their own way for a few days. As Randy thrust into John, slowing his pace to make it last, John starting scratching at Randy's back, neck and shoulders, anywhere his hands could reach.

Randy pulled back from their long hard kiss to catch his breath and straight away John was moaning in ecstasy at the movements of their lower bodies.

"Sugar, help me out," John moaned. "I can't last."

Randy angled John's hips to get better access and thrust into him brushing against his prostate.

"Fuck… sugar… right there… keep going… yes… fuck," John gasped with every thrust and it was egging Randy on to keep going. Randy recaptured John's lips again in an attempt to keep him quiet as John's fingers twisted against Randy's head pulling on the short tuffs of hair.

"Jesus, Randy, you're going to kill me… sugar… that's it… right there," John begged between kisses. "Randy… please… yes… yes… oh god."

"Cutie, keep it down," Randy warned just as John tightened around his cock. He reached between their bodies and grasped John's neglected cock and started stroking him slowly.

"Fuck, Randy," John whispered, his forehead against Randy's as he spurted into Randy's hand.

Randy thrust into John a couple more times before claiming his own release, calling John's name as he did. John slipped his legs from around Randy's waist, using the wall as a support to hold himself up.

Once Randy had caught his breath, he helped John back into his boxers and jeans before pulling his own back up.

"Can I have a coffee now?" John asked, checking the coast was clear as he stepped out of the cubicle. Randy smirked at his husband as he washed his hands off in the sink.

"You can have anything you like, cutie," Randy said tugging John by the arm as they headed for the exit. "Especially if you're buying."

"Fine; I'll buy," John said letting go of Randy's hand and pulling his wallet out just as they stepped around the corner. As they made it to the coffee stand and re-joined the queue they'd been in earlier, John heard his phone ringing. Taking it out he saw it was Jimmy Korderas. "Hey Jimmy… okay… thanks again for agreeing to this, I appreciate it… yeah well I still appreciate it and I'll pay for the fuel as well. We're just getting a coffee, you want one?... okay we'll be there in five."

"Times up?" Randy asked as he paid for the coffee. John nodded in reply as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"He's parked in the same section as us," John said quietly.

"Come on cutie. I'd just cheered you up," Randy said kissing the top of John's head.

"I think I'm going to have a word with Mr McMahon," John said going back to their conversation from the car.

"And you have my support," Randy said.

They made their way through the shopping plaza and headed to the section where they'd parked the car. They spotted Jimmy stood by the side of his car and walked over to the man who acknowledged them both and then headed back into the vehicle to give them some privacy.

Randy handed John his coffee confusing his husband and then claimed his lips in a heart-warming kiss which lasted a couple of minutes.

"Case," John said as they broke the kiss.

"Gee, I love you too," Randy quipped digging his keys out from his jacket pocket knowing exactly what John was meaning.

John smiled as Randy went to the car to retrieve his bags and he turned to Jimmy's car to let him know what was happening. He was still grateful that the referee has agreed to make a detour and pick him up. Jimmy was the only one who was heading in the same direction as them.

With all of John's friends coming nowhere near where he and Randy needed to split up. John wouldn't have minded taking a rental but it was always better to travel with someone, especially when he'd had three nights with his husband. Not getting any sleep.

Randy reappeared with John's bags and they loaded them into the trunk of Jimmy's car. Just as John was about to get into the front seat, Randy stopped him and gave him another kiss.

"Lulu's Café. 12 noon. Bridgeport, Connecticut," Randy said reminding John of their meeting point three days from now. "Speak to McMahon."

John nodded and got in the car, keeping his eyes on Randy as they started up and pulled out of the lot.

Randy stood in the parking lot and watched John disappear. He hated being away from him as much as John hated it. As he walked back to his car, he pulled his phone out and sent John a message.

CUTIE, I MISS YOU ALREADY. SUGAR X

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