John wrinkled his nose as he felt something irritating against his skin. He was just waking up after arriving late last night and already, without opening his eyes, he knew who was causing the irritation.

"Ran, stop it," he complained rolling to his back.

Randy didn't reply and John felt something run across his chest and down to his abs which were currently on show. He had no qualms about Randy seeing his body, but since he'd stripped down entirely last night, he doubted that Randy wanted to see everything so early.

"What is that?" John asked, still not opening his eyes.

"A present for you," Randy said amused at John's morning slumber.

John rolled over again until he met Randy's body and hid his head in Randy's clothed chest. It was too early and he didn't want to get up. Usually on a Monday, he would be raring to go but today he just wanted to sleep a little longer. Somehow though, Randy had gotten into his room already and was on a mission to wake him up. They'd decided John was going to SmackDown again this week and from there they would make it a lad's weekend. John never liked to point out that it wasn't the weekend but he could see where Randy came from. Wednesday and Thursdays were their downtime. Although they rarely got to go home on those days it was still their time to recuperate.

"Come on Johnny, wake up," Randy said and John could feel whatever Randy had run along the back of his shoulders.

"Fine," John grumbled opening his eyes and pulling himself up so he sat against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes of the sleep and then turned to focus on Randy who sat with a smirk on his face.

"Good morning," Randy said loudly. John cringed at the volume of his voice and muttered a morning back to him. "Do you want your present now?"

"It better be breakfast," John said still complaining.

"No, but I'll be nice and shout for it," Randy said. "Then we've got to find a gym. I can already tell Mr Muscles needs his morning workout to get the brain working."

"Fuck off."

"Not nice, Johnny," Randy said handing him a red envelope and rose.

"What's this?" John asked.

"I just figured… two single guys. One of us should get something," Randy said before shifting to lay his head in John's lap. "Be my valentine tomorrow? I'll treat you to dinner"

John opened the envelope and smiled when he saw the card. It wasn't cheesy like so many of the cards out there, it was simply a nice picturesque view tinted red to signify the day. He opened the card and his smile grew even bigger.

Always

"Well, since you went to the trouble," John said running his hand over Randy's head. "I guess I can. But if a better offer comes along-"

"I'll let you get laid, because you desperately need a good-"

"Ran," John warned before he finished his sentence.

Later that night

"Hey, Doc, you seen Randy?" John asked panicking. "I heard he got hurt. I want to make sure he's okay."

"He's-"

"Someone said he broke something, but it didn't look that way on the screen," John rambled interrupting the doctor. "I'll try the examination room. Thanks Doc."

"You're welcome," the doctor shouted sarcastically as John ran down the corridor. With his scheduled win at Elimination Chamber, the last thing Randy needed was an injury and John knew he would be beating himself up even more if he had to miss it.

As John neared the room, he could hear Randy through the door, clearly annoyed.

"This can't be happening, come on doc I only just got back a couple of weeks ago," Randy griped though John could hear the uneasiness in his voice. He was definitely feeling the effects of something. John knocked on the door and went in and Randy locked sad eyes with him. John knew then, he was out of his match at the pay per view on Sunday.

"Most annoying question coming, but," John said as he went over to Randy. "How you feeling?"

"Let's see, I have a headache, you're kind of a blur which doesn't help the dizziness which in turn is making me feel sick," Randy complained quietly.

John ran his hand gently along Randy's arm trying to soothe him. The doctor muttered something about leaving the two of them alone before exiting the room and John pulled up a seat next to the medical table where Randy lay.

"I'm not allowed to fight on Sunday," Randy confirmed. "And I need someone to keep an eye on me tonight."

"I suspected," John said speaking of Randy's match. "As for tonight, I saw Wade about somewhere. I'm sure he won't mind sitting up with you."

"You are lucky I'm injured you-"

"Alright, alright, I'll stay up and watch you," John said calmly not noticing the door open. "Can you at least be naked?"

"You two finally got your act together," Paul said after hearing John's comment.

"No," the two of them said in unison.

"Well I thought I'd just pop in and see how you were doing but I see John here beat me to it," Paul said with a knowing smirk. "Oh and John, they're getting ready for the 'Saving Eve' segment. Better get ready to pucker up."

"I hate this," John said letting his head fall to Randy's leg.

"I'll leave you to it," Paul said. "Cena… give him the kiss of life already. You need the practice."

"Paul just go before I find something to throw at you," Randy threatened though with his low strength at the moment he couldn't even convince himself of the threat.

"Enjoy Valentine's tomorrow," Paul said laughing before he disappeared out the door.

Before they could start talking again, the doctor returned to check over Randy and John had to go to shoot his segment with Kane, Eve and Zack. He wasn't looking forward to the shot since he had to kiss Eve. There wasn't anything wrong with the lady but to make it look convincing when his mind was on Randy was going to be difficult.

After the scene, he ran back to the locker room and packed his gear up, leaving a shirt for him to change into, and then headed back to the doctor's office to help Randy back to the locker room. As much as it would be easier to get Randy back to the hotel and into bed to rest, he didn't think it was a good idea to do so in his wrestling trunks.

The doctor explained what to do during the night, waking him up every couple of hours and such and John was grateful he didn't have to work the next night. At least that way he wouldn't be trying to get through a match when he was half asleep. He helped Randy back to the locker room and Randy sat back in his seat.

John still needed to go out and finish the show so he asked Cody to keep an eye on Randy while he was out there. As soon as he was able to duck away, John went back to the locker room and helped Randy get changed. It had become customary on a Monday night for them to walk back to the hotel, but with Randy in the condition he was in John didn't think it was wise.

He arranged for a cab to pick them up and he held onto Randy as they waited and even during the taxi ride back to the hotel. Leading Randy up to his hotel room, he could tell Randy was ready to get some sleep. He let Randy into the room and led him to the bed, helping him strip down to his underwear. He knew Randy preferred sleeping nude but he since he was sharing the bed with him, John decided it was better for him to keep the on.

"I'll wake you in a couple of hours, Ran," John whispered as he covered him with the sheet.

He took his phone out and set an alarm for two hours later and then changed into his pyjamas. Sliding into the opposite side of the bed, John switched off the light and the pair sank into sleep.

A couple of hours later the phone screamed at them and John reached out to stop the phone from screeching. He rolled over to wake Randy and felt moisture on his body. At first he was a little worried but then realised it was just the baby oil which was still on his body. The hotel's room service were going to hate them when they changed the sheets the next day.

"Wake up gorgeous," John said cuddling into Randy. Randy whined slightly as he tried rolling onto his back only to be stopped by John's body. John shifted in the bed and Randy managed to lie on his back.

"I hate you," Randy said wiping his eyes.

"Tough," John said tiredly. "How you feeling now?"

"Less sick," he said wrapping John into his arms.

"Good; and think on the positive," John said trying to sound chipper. "At least you don't have to work on Valentine's. We can spend the entire day together."

"Except I do have to work. They want me to do this segment with Teddy at the beginning of the show, catching people up who wouldn't have seen it on the internet," Randy explained.

"Well, that won't take all night and I'm sure they'd rather you rest than stick around the arena," John said. "We can still spend the day together. Get a meal in the evening if you're not too tired."

Randy grunted in reply and John was concerned he was already falling back to sleep.

"Five more minutes Ran," John said not looking up at him.

"I'm not asleep yet," Randy said. "I was just thinking."

"What?"

"Maybe we should pass on tomorrow. I won't be good company. You know I get grouchy when I'm hurt," Randy said. John felt like he was making excuses and trying to back out of their plans. He didn't want to sound like he was hurt, which he was a little, so he gave him the okay.

"I'll get on the phone in the morning and book a flight back to St Louis for after Smackdown," Randy said trying to make conversation but John didn't reply.

They led in silence for a little longer and then John moved to get his phone and set it for another two hours later. When he set the alarm, he settled down into bed but didn't curl into Randy like he started to do whenever they were in the same bed. Instead he stayed on his side and he felt Randy shift so they were facing away from one another.