Randy's dad drops him off at John's house at 3 on Saturday. He's instantly pulled into a hug from John's mother. She really did take a liking to him during their stay at the beach house. "She never looks that excited to see me when I get home from school," John says.

"John!" she scolds.

Eventually she lets Randy go off with John, after asking how school's going, even though she did the same thing the week prior. They don't do anything when they get to John's room, not even kiss. He's down in the basement, has the room all to himself. His other brothers have to share, two to a room. Randy just sits himself down on the bed and looks around. "How'd you get all this to yourself?" he asks.

"I did it all myself. Well, my dad helped with some of the bigger stuff, but the basement was unfinished for a long time, so I asked if I could turn it into my room. I love my brothers and all, but I just couldn't share with the two of 'em anymore. So, when my parents said I could move down here if I fixed everything up, I agreed. This is how I spent last summer."

"It's nice," Randy says before lying back on the bed, hands cradling his head. "I share a room with my little brother. I wish I could have my own room, though. Maybe I'll ask about living in the basement. Or the attic."

"It's worth a shot." John finally takes a seat on his bed up close to his pillows, whereas Randy's sprawled out down at the foot. "So, what'd you wanna do?"

"Get you naked," Randy answers. "But I imagine that'll come later." He adds in a wink, which has John grinning. "You know how to play rummy?"

"Are you kidding? I live in a house with four siblings, I'm an expert at rummy." John grabs a deck of cards and begins shuffling. They play for a long time, the points adding up slowly, until Randy wins.

"Thought you were an expert at rummy?" Randy asks.

"Rematch."

Randy agrees, and declares a rematch of his own when John beats him. "Best two out of three."

John grumbles and grouses all through their third game. He can tell from the first hand there's no way he's winning. He makes a small comeback, but not enough to overtake Randy in the end. "You got lucky," John says.

"Come on now, it takes a little skill to beat an expert, doesn't it?"

"You're the worst."

"And you're the expert. Give me a little credit."

John rolls his eyes and leans over, giving Randy a little kiss. "Good game."

"Boys, dinner is almost ready," John's mother calls down.

John looks at his clock, amazed that they managed to spend so much time in his room already. "Come on, let's go see what kind of feast she prepared tonight."

Randy follows John up the stairs, and as soon as they're through the door, he's hit with delicious smells. "Is your mother some kind of master chef, or something? My mother has never made anything that smells so good," Randy tells John.

"She's just a really good cook. With all my grandmother's Italian recipes."

"Well, that explains everything." He enters the kitchen and sees heaps of food laid out. "This looks delicious, Mrs. Cena."

"Thank you, Randy. I hope you enjoy."

Enjoy he does. The dining room table is packed. Randy still doesn't know the names of all John's brothers, and he doesn't exactly try and remember them, either, but they're all sitting around him and across from him. John's father John is at the head of the table and Carol is at the other end and it's really a free for all when it comes to food. But Randy doesn't mind all that because he's at least sitting next to John and the food is some of the best Randy's had in his whole life.

He offers to help clean up afterwards, but Carol tells him, "No, you're our guest. Matt and Sean can take care of the dishes tonight."

"So can me 'n Randy—"

His mother gives him a stern look and says, "Randy and I."

"Can Randy and I leave?" John asks.

"Yes, you may," she tells him.

"Thanks, Mom."

Randy flashes her a smile, shrugging his shoulders at John's brothers who are glaring at them both from the sink. He follows John down into his basement room and takes no time flopping down on the bed. "Do you guys eat like that every night?" he asks.

"No. She only cooks like that when people she really likes come over," John answers, flopping down right next to Randy. He rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his hand and hooks his right leg over Randy's. He smiles down at Randy, letting one finger run along Randy's jaw. "I'm really glad she likes you."

"Why, you get to eat like that?"

"Well, there's that… but she wouldn't even let you over here if she didn't. I've asked if I could have some guys from the football team over for a few hours to study with and then practice with, and she said she's not letting a group of boys she doesn't even know come into her house. You charmed your way right into my mom's heart, and that's not an easy thing to do."

Randy smiles up at John, his eyes soft. "I am quite the charmer."

"I'll say," John replies, finally leaning down to press a kiss to Randy's lips. He lets his body roll over so he's atop Randy, straddling him at the waist. Randy's hands slip up the back of John's shirt, roaming the smooth skin. "All the hard work I put into this room is finally paying off," John says as he moves to plant kisses all over Randy's face. "We wouldn't be able to do this if I was still rooming with Matt and Sean."

"Your ambitious side really paid off," Randy says, arching his hips up to meet John's. "Now, you were saying you wanted to fuck me in your bed. Right? I think that's what you said last week?"

"Wait, now? We just finished dinner. No one's asleep yet."

"Our tongues were just in each other's mouths and now you're worried about your family being asleep?"

"Well, there's a difference. If someone walked down here just now we could have said we were wrestling, or something. If we were both naked and I was fucking you, it'd be a little bit harder to explain how my dick got inside you."

"Ok, fine, we can wait until we know everyone's asleep. Just know that you better fuck me really good for making me wait it out."

"I will do my best."

"What do you have to do down here to pass the time?"

"Monopoly?"

Randy thinks about it. It's been a while since he's played, and he's pretty sure he walked off before the game actually finished last time. Because it took five hours. "Ok, Monopoly it is. But, if it hits midnight and there's no winner yet, we declare a draw and then we have sex."

"No draw, winner is the one with the most money by the time it gets to midnight if there isn't already a winner. Then we have sex."

"Winner gets to top."

"I'm topping, remember?" John asks with a little grin.

"Winner gets to top for the second go 'round," Randy replies after a little pause, because they did agree the week before that John was going to take him in his own bed.

"Deal," John agrees, sticking out his hand for Randy to shake.

"Deal. I call banker."

"Fine. But I'll know if you cheat. Cheating means an automatic loss."

"I don't need to cheat to beat you, John."

"Keep telling yourself that," John says.

There's no winner by midnight. At one point an hour earlier, Randy came close to conceding his defeat. Really, he doesn't have the patience for games like Monopoly. But he stuck it out, thinking he'd make a comeback when he purchased Boardwalk. And he was doing just fine until he landed on John's hotel laden Pennsylvania Ave. It cost him nearly everything. But he still stuck it out, not wanting to lose to John.

Five minutes later, though, it was midnight. "Yes!" John says. He's the clear winner, stacks of $500s up to his eyeballs.

"Ok, ok, you win."

"Guess you didn't cheat after all. Or, if you did, you're kinda shitty at it."

"I don't cheat, John. I earned all my money legitimately."

"I believe you. Now help me get this put away so we can get to bed," he says with a wink.

"Yeah, I can do that."

They put the game away, then head to the bathroom upstairs to piss and brush their teeth. All the lights are off in the house. John kisses Randy in passing, saying, "I'll meet you back downstairs." John then heads into the bathroom himself.

Randy heads off downstairs, grinning. God, if John's parents knew what was about to happen in their basement, he was sure he'd never been allowed near their son again. So, he's thankful John's parents have no idea. Honestly, he can't believe it's happening, either. He can't believe he's at John Cena's house. He's at the house of the guy he's always hated, that his friends can't stand… and John's friends would likely be appalled at the fact that John's letting a greaser like himself stay at his house, much less share a bed.

He's sitting on the bed by the time John gets back downstairs. "I'm surprised you're not already naked."

"I thought about it. But I can take care of that right now if you want me to."

"I think I'd like to take care of it for you," John says. He stands in between Randy's legs and reaches his hands down to the hem of Randy's t-shirt. He pulls it up and over Randy's head, tossing it to the floor. His hands run down Randy's now bare chest and he smiles, pushing.

At the gentle push, Randy lets himself fall back atop the sheets. John tosses his own shirt to the floor before he leans down over Randy and brings their lips together. His hands are on either side of Randy's head, holding him over him as they kiss. He feels Randy's hips rise up to meet his own and he groans. They've waited so patiently for the past few hours, waiting for everyone to fall asleep and now they can finally be together.

"We could have done this hours ago," Randy says. "No one came downstairs while we were playing." He reaches down and grabs John's ass, pushing their crotches even closer together.

"You never know with my family," John replies before nipping at Randy's jaw.

"Fine, but we've got a lot of time to make up for. Hurry up and get your clothes off."

John rolls his eyes and pushes himself off Randy. He's quick to push his pants and underwear down and kick them off. While John's off of him, Randy undoes his own pants and lifts his hips off the mattress to push them down and kick them to the floor. "Is this better?" John asks.

"Much." Randy then moves himself up the bed so his head is on the pillows. "Now," he says, reaching his hand down to stroke his cock, "I really think we should fuck."

"Yeah." Before joining him on the bed, though, John reaches into his drawer and pulls out a little tub of Vaseline, which was generously bought for him by his older brother in a successful attempt to embarrass him. But he got over it soon enough and began using it. He tosses it onto the bed, then climbs atop Randy once more. He leans down and kisses Randy, tongue slipping in between Randy's lips.

Randy's hands find their way back to John's ass, grabbing and groping him as they kiss. John breaks the kiss off when he leans back onto his knees. He runs both hands down Randy's chest and stomach, then wraps his left hand around Randy's cock. He slowly strokes up and down, watching Randy's face the whole time. His eyes have fallen shut as John pleasures him. And then John's hand slips lower, playing with Randy's balls. He can see the little shiver run up Randy's spine.

Quickly, he spreads some of the Vaseline on his fingers. He runs his fingers down Randy's crack, teasing his hole for a few moments before pushing in. As he pushes and pulls his finger in and out, he bends down and kisses Randy's stomach. He can feel the muscles tense under him as he does it, so he places a few more kisses over his stomach.

"You're supposed to be fucking me, not tickling me," Randy mutters.

John lifts his head up and grins. "Who'd have ever thought you were ticklish?"

"Yeah, well, not many people know about that. And I intend to keep it that way."

"I'll take it to my grave," John tells him. And then he bends down and presses another kiss just above Randy's bellybutton.

"You're the worst."

"Oh, really?" John asks, beginning to work a second finger into Randy.

Randy's hips buck up as John finds his prostate and rubs over the sensitive gland. "Ok, maybe not the worst," he admits.

John's smiles grows even wider, his dimples out in full force. "Good." After a few minutes spent stretching Randy out, he removes his fingers and spreads some of the Vaseline over his cock. "You ready for me?" he asks.

"I've wanted you inside me for the last week," Randy answers. "Yes, I'm ready for you."

Lining his cock up, he pushes in, watching as Randy's hole stretches around the tip of his cock, allowing him inside. He watches himself sink further into Randy's body until his hips are pressed right up against Randy's ass. "God, you feel so good," he says.

Randy just moans. It's been weeks since John's fucked him, not since their vacation has he been on the receiving end. He didn't realize he missed it until this moment, until he finally got to feel so full of John again. "Goddammit, move," he moans, once again grabbing for John's ass.

John chuckles and draws his hips back and then thrusts forward again. He does it over and over, picking up his paces as he fucks into Randy's willing body. The sounds of his balls slapping against the skin of Randy's ass seems so loud in the otherwise quiet room. They're both moaning, but holding back more than they want to, because they know they can't be heard.

John leans down and plants his hands next to Randy's head. His hips are still rocking back and forth when he presses a kiss to Randy's lips. It's quick, just a little peck, before he lifts back up. When their eyes meet, blue on blue, John knows there's no way they're going to be able to give this up. He leans down again and kisses Randy more, their tongues tangling in one another's mouths. Randy's hands have moved upwards and are scratching into John's back with each and every thrust. Their moans get swallowed up by the other as their bodies move together.

"I'm close, Randy," John whispers against Randy's lips, his hips still rocking, cock moving in and out of Randy.

"Yeah." Randy clenches his ass tight around John after he thrust deep in him. "Wanna feel you come in me. It's been too long since I had your cum in my ass."

After that, after hearing the desire in Randy's voice to feel his cum in him, John can't hold back any longer. His muscles tense as he comes, eyes screwed shut as his body is taken over by the pleasure of his orgasm.

With John's cock still in him, Randy reaches down and strokes his own cock a few times before coming himself.

John finally pulls out, watching the trail of cum drizzled out of Randy. Randy flops his arms out to the side and lets his legs drop onto the mattress, leaving him there spread eagle. "Do we have to go upstairs to clean up?"

"I've got some tissues?" John answers.

"Good enough."

John grabs the box of tissues and gently wipes up the cum on Randy's stomach, then goes back and cleans up around his ass. "I think that's about as good as it's gonna get."

"That's ok. I'll just shower in the morning."

"Yeah. After our second go 'round, right?"

"Huh?" Randy asks.

"I won Monopoly, remember? Winner gets to fuck the loser. We had a deal."

Randy's already pulled the comforter up and over his naked body, eyes shut on John's pillow. "Mmm, you're right. First thing in the morning. More sex. I like the thought of that."

"Are you really gonna sleep naked? In my bed?"

"You want me to sleep naked on the floor?" he asks, cracking an eye open to look at John.

"I thought you'd at least maybe put some pants on."

"Will your parents kill you if they came down here and saw me in your bed, even if I had pants on?" Randy asks then, opening his other eye now.

"I dunno. It's not like my bed's very big, ya know?" He's got a twin size bed, which is hardly big enough for him, so he doesn't know how two boys their size are going to fit on it. "We'd have to be pretty close for us to both fit on here." It was one thing when John was hovering over Randy, but they can't sleep like that. They'd have to be spooned together, no space between them at all, for them to even consider fitting on the bed.

"Are you making me move to the floor?"

"I can take the floor. I'll get a sleeping bag." John gets up, grabbing a pair of flannel pajama pants before heading off to grab a sleeping back off a storage shelf.

Randy's up from the bed when John gets back. He's just slipping into the pajama pants he brought when John unrolls the bag onto the floor next to the bed. Randy then grabs his pillow and drops it onto the floor.

"I said I'd take the floor."

"Don't be ridiculous, John. It's your bed." He kneels on the floor, arms resting on the bed. "I just wish I could share it with you."

John bites his lip. "Do it."

"What?"

"Get up here. I want you here with me."

"But what if—?"

"I really don't care," John answers. His parents very rarely look in the basement, and he doesn't think anything will change just because Randy's over. If he oversleeps, his mother just yells to him, then shuts the door again without ever actually seeing him in the bed. "I want to sleep with you. I mean, actually fall asleep with you and wake up next to you. I don't know when we'll get the chance to do that again, ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah, ok," Randy agrees. He gets up off the floor and curls up onto his left side on the bed, John behind him.

John runs a hand down Randy's arm and presses a kiss to the back of Randy's neck. "I think this is how I wanna fuck you tomorrow morning," he whispers against the skin, rubbing his crotch against Randy's ass.

"Oh, God."

"That's a yes?"

"Yes."

John grins, and Randy can feel the smile against the sensitive skin of his neck. "Goodnight, Randy."

When Randy wakes up, he can feel John's erection against his ass. He's not sure if John's even awake yet, but even with his sleep fogged brain, he still pushes his hips back to get even closer to him. When he feels John's arm tighten around his middle, he knows that he's awake, too. "Morning," he greets.

"Morning," John returns, pressing a quick kiss to Randy's neck. "You wanna fuck now?" he asks.

"You really don't waste any time, do you? I like that."

John nips at the skin right at the junction of Randy's neck. He can hear footsteps moving around upstairs, and he knows that at least his parents are awake. "We gotta be really quiet," he says.

"Ok." Randy rocks his hips some, more than ready for John to be inside him again.

John turns around and then remembers he never actually put the Vaseline away the night before. "Have you seen the jar?" he asks, now looking on the floor next to the bed.

Randy leans over his own side of the bed, looking on the floor now. "No. Do we even really—"

"Found it," John interrupts. Somehow, it worked itself up and under the pillows overnight.

"That answers that question." Randy lies back down on his side, able to hear John unscrew the lid to the jar.

"Pull your pants down, just over your ass," John says, doing the same, only pulling them down enough to expose his dick. Randy does as he's told, exposing just enough of himself to John. John reaches down and pushes two fingers into Randy, who's still slick feeling from the night before. "God, you still feel open for me," John whispers.

Randy moans softly as he feels John easily slide two fingers inside him. "I want you," he says, even though John's only had the two fingers in him for all of thirty seconds. "Please, do it now."

"You sure?"

"You said yourself I still feel open for you."

John's quick to rub some of the Vaseline on his dick. He grabs his cock and runs it up and down the length of Randy's crack before he lines himself up and pushes in. His eyes flutter shut as he's once again engulfed in the heat of Randy's body. He feels so goddamn good. "I don't think I'm gonna last long," he confesses. Being in Randy twice within twelve hours is just too much.

"Don't care," Randy replies. "I like the feel of you coming in me."

"Jesus," John mutters, his right hand grabbing onto Randy's hip and gripping tight. He continues his thrusts, loving the way that Randy's moving his own hips, rubbing his ass up against him each time he thrusts fully inside.

Randy's got his left hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as John thrusts into him, and his right hand is reaching behind him, once more going for John's ass. It didn't take him long into their physical relationship to realize that he loves grabbing John's ass. It's firm and muscular and big, but in the best of ways. So he's taken to grabbing John's ass whenever he can, and right now he's clawing at his asscheek, trying to push him even deeper.

They keep it up for as long as they can, but soon John finds himself biting into Randy's shoulder to muffle the cry he wants to release as he comes deep in Randy's body. Randy turns his head and buries his face into John's pillow when he comes. When he feels John pull out, he rolls onto his back, then over onto his other side, facing John. "I can't believe we just fucked while your parents are walking around upstairs."

"You have become such a bad influence on me," John teases.

"Oh, sure, blame it all on me."

"If you insist," John says, pecking Randy on the lips. "Now, come on, let's get cleaned up, then we can get breakfast."

They grab the tissues again and clean themselves up as best as they can. "Can I take a shower before breakfast?" Randy asks him. "Not that I don't like feeling your cum in my ass, but I'm pretty sure I smell like we just had sex. And I'm not sitting near your mother smelling like I just had sex with her son."

"Yeah, of course. I'll take one after you," John says because, yes, they do smell like sex. And he also doesn't want to sit near his mother smelling like he just had sex with the boy she let sleep over.

Randy rolls out of bed, hiking his pants back up over his ass, but not before John gets a nice look at it. He pulls a shirt on over his head and rummages through the overnight bag for a few more things.

"Just remember to make it quick. There's seven people in this house."

"And only one bathroom?"

"And only one bathroom."

Randy just grins. "Don't worry, I just need to wash your cum out of my ass. I'll be quick."