Would You?
John's curious about what Randy would have done with Cody if he weren't in the picture
Chapter One
John and Randy walked into their St. Louis home and dropped their bags. Randy took a deep breath and sighed
"Ahh, it feels so good to be home." John just ignored him and went toward the kitchen. He assumed that John was still a bit upset about what happened between him and Cody so he didn't press the issue. Instead, he grabbed their bags and took them to the laundry room and busied himself with getting the laundry done. In the kitchen John was making himself a sandwich to eat while he caught up on sports highlights
"What do you want for dinner Johnny?"
"Whatever you make is fine Randy." John says not looking up from the television
"I hate it when he says that." Randy mumbled on his way to the kitchen. John sat there staring at the TV but not really watching it. He was a mixed bag of emotions right now. On one hand he'd forgiven Randy for his indiscretion…or so he thought. It had been on his mind for the last three days. John went upstairs and changed into a pair of his board shorts and headed back down
"Randy I'm going for a swim!" John said on his way out the door. Randy felt the blood drain from his face. John only went swimming when something was weighing heavy on his mind
"I am in so much trouble." Randy said reaching into the refrigerator. An hour later dinner was done and John was still outside swimming laps in the pool. Gathering up the courage, Randy opened the door and went outside to retrieve him. He crouched down near the shallow end and waited for John to swim over
"Yes?"
"You've been out here for over an hour, John."
"Has it been that long?"
"Yea; dinner's done."
"Okay. Give me a few minutes and I'll be in." Randy nods, stands and goes back inside. Ten minutes later John walks into the kitchen and sits at the island
"You don't want to sit at the table?"
"No. Here's fine. The food digests just the same." Randy unceremoniously drops a plate in front of John. "Thank you." Randy grunts and John looks at him. "What's crawled up your ass?"
"Oh nothing John; I'm perfectly fine." Randy said his voice dripping with sarcasm
"Oh, well that's good. You know I don't like it when my baby's upset." He looks at John incredulously while John tries to cover the smug look on his face. After dinner Randy proceeded to clean the kitchen while John went upstairs to shower. Walking into their bedroom, Randy's sees John sitting at the foot of the bed
"John." Randy walks over and sits with each leg on either side of his love and wraps his arms around his strong waist
"What is it Randy?"
"What's wrong and don't tell me nothing." John sighs
"Would you?"
"Would I what babe?"
"If I wasn't in the picture would you be with Cody? Or at least have sex with him?" John could feel Randy's normally relaxed body stiffen at the question. He shoves Randy off of him. "I knew it."
"No John, it's not like that."
"Then please explain to me what it is like because it seems like if you and I weren't together you'd be fucking Cody!" Randy looks away and drops his head. John guffaws. "Then don't let me stand in your way Randy." Dressing faster than he ever had in his life John left the house
"…but I love you." Randy's admission was in vain. John was long gone. He drove around aimlessly for hours just trying to figure out when everything went so wrong. John loved Randy. No, he loves Randy. But just the thought of him being with another man in any capacity made his stomach churn; Randy was everything to him. Back at the house Randy lay on the couch in the dark waiting for John to come back. All he wanted to do was be held by the man he adored and have him say that everything would be alright. Hearing the roar of an engine and the flash of headlights Randy bolted off the couch and to the front door to impatiently wait for John. As soon as he opened the door Randy launched himself into John's arms
"Johnny I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you…to hurt us."
"I know you didn't Randy but what's done is done."
"What does that mean?"
"What do you think? What's done is done. You can't take back what you did."
"I know but…" For once in his life Randy was at a loss for words. He just clung tighter to John
"I can't breathe Ran."
"If you're talking you're breathing." Randy tilts his head to the side and kisses John's neck in a place that has always made John turn to putty. Never able to resist Randy's charm, John lifts Randy and he wraps his long legs around John's waist. Making their way up to the bedroom John carefully drops Randy to the bed and covers his body. John rids him of his shirt then takes a nipple into his mouth causing Randy to arch off the bed and let out a throaty moan
"Now Johnny; I need this now." After they hastily undress Randy wraps his legs around John's waist and John pushes his way inside Randy pausing to let him adjust. Randy lifts his hips and John pulls out and plows back in. After doing so they set a frantic rhythm. The only sounds that can be heard are skin slapping against skin and groans and moans. Randy reaches down and starts fisting himself to match John's thrusts
"Johnny I'm so close. Harder baby…" Always one to oblige John adjusts his positioning and starts driving Randy into the mattress. "Yes baby!" Randy explodes, his essence covering his chest and soon after John cums with Randy's name on his lips. Leaning down John places a kiss on Randy's lips then goes to the bathroom. Inside he cleans himself up and grabs a wet washcloth for Randy. He walks back into the room tossing the cloth over to Randy. John pulls on a pair of basketball shorts
"What are you doing John?"
"What do you mean? Nothing's changed between us Randy."
"But we just…"
"I gave you what you wanted. You know that I could never say no to you." Randy tries to hold back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. John walks over to the bed, snatches his pillow and tucks it under his arm. Glaring at Randy he leaves the room. Although hurt more than he'd ever been in his life he couldn't help but smile to himself. He'd been with John long enough to know how he is when he gets angry…so Randy had already switched the pillow case. He'd still get to smell John as he fell asleep…if he got any sleep. After lying in bed for 30 minutes Randy gets up and goes to the guest room currently occupied by John. Forgoing the formality of knocking, he turns the knob and lets himself in. He stops short when he sees John lying in bed twirling a small black box in his hand
"I wanted to marry you Randy." He tosses him the box. "There wasn't a thing that I wouldn't do for you. My world revolved around you. There is no one else for me. You, Randy, were everything to me."
"I made a mistake. You said that we could work on it. I'm willing to do the work Johnny, I am. And you're everything to me too."
"See, that's the thing Randy, after thinking about it, I don't think that I am everything to you. I can't marry someone who causes me to doubt." Feeling defeated Randy puts the box on the dresser and turns back toward his room for the night