Randy was practically jumping up and down on the porch. John had just gotten home from Raw. He was pulling his bags out of the trunk. John was taking too long for Randy. Randy ran down the stairs and straight into John.
John, not expecting the hug, stumbled back, but was able to catch himself. He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around Randy. John's bags were long forgotten. The only thing that he was concentrating on was the only thing that mattered to him in the entire world. Randy.
"I missed you so much." Randy said, against John's neck. He pulled back a little to look at John.
John leaned forward and gently kissed Randy on the lips. "I missed you too, Rand." He took Randy's hand and closed the trunk of his car. "Come on, let's go inside now. That couch is calling my name right about now."
"Um . . . we can't do that . . ."
". . . Why can't we?" John asked.
"We can't because there is nothing in the house. It's all in Massachusetts." Randy explained. He opened the trunk of the car again. "We no longer own this house."
"When did this happen?" John asked, watching as Randy put his luggage back in the Hummer.
"It happened about . . . two hours ago, I believe." Randy answered. He closed the trunk door and looked at John. "I would have called, but someone didn't turn their phone on."
"I knew I was forgetting something."
"Yeah, you did. So, now that you know the news, let's get in the car and drive up to Massachusetts. I'll drive since you just got back from Chicago."
"I don't care where we go, so long as you are finally with me. I hate being away from you. It's physically, mentally, and emotionally painful." John said. He wrapped his arms around Randy again and just held him.
Randy smiled and returned the hug. Being in John's arms was something that never got tiring for Randy. Each time those huge, muscular arms were wrapped around him, Randy melted. Words could not describe how safe and loved he felt with John.
"As much as I hate to break this up . . ." Randy started. He pulled away a little to give John a peck on the lips. "We really need to get going. We don't own this property anymore; therefore we have no right being here."
"Alright, alright; let's go then." John nodded.
John climbed in the passenger seat and pulled the seat back a little, so he was reclining. Randy got in the driver's seat and pulled out of their driveway. He slowly drove past the house.
"Bye, house. You've been very comfy living in." Randy waved.
John snorted and started laughing. "Really, Randy, you're waving at a house? Really?"
"Yes, Miz, I am. We had a good time in that house." Randy said, giving John a look. "Remember that time that I took you right there on the counter of the kitchen? Let's just hope the people clean the house well before they put it on the market."
"Yeah, let's hope so." John agreed.
John and Randy fell into a comfortable silence. John reclined back and closed his eyes. Randy glanced over and smiled. Finally, John had a minute to just relax and get some much needed rest.
Minutes turned into hours. Randy drove and drove. He stopped at a gas station and rolled down the windows before turning the Hummer off and getting out. He tried to be quiet so he wouldn't disturb John. Randy went inside the gas station and got a couple drinks and some snack food for the rest of the ride. They didn't have that much farther to go, but John always complained when he didn't have something to snack on. Randy walked to John's side and carefully put the bag on the floor without waking John up.
Randy started to pump the gas and that was when John woke up. Yawning, John looked around then stuck his head out of the window.
"Where are we?" John asked, groggily.
"We're about a couple hours outside of West Newbury."
Randy leaned against the Hummer next to John's door while the gas pumped. John opened his door and stepped out, stretching.
"Damn, I was out for a long time."
"Yeah, you were. I think of it like this, though . . . if you were awake then we would not be where we are now. You want to stop at every gas station we pass to either get a drink, snack, or just to go the bathroom."
"Forgive me for not wanting any prostate problems in the future." John said, rolling his eyes. Randy had a tendency for being a bit overdramatic.
"No, we don't want you having any prostate problems." Randy said in a low voice. His eyes roamed John up and down hungrily before turning back to the pump.
John smirked and moved to where he was standing in front of Randy. His hands slowly traveled along Randy's chest and abs before resting on his hips. He leaned in and kissed Randy's neck before leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw line before finally meeting Randy's lips.
Randy responded gently and eagerly. He leaned his head back against the Hummer when John started leaving another trail of kissed down to the other side of Randy's neck.
"God, I could kiss you all day and never get tired." John moaned.
"I have that affect on people." Randy said in a low voice. He smirked faintly, loving the feel of John's lips on his skin. Every kiss felt like fire.
Before John could respond, the gas pump clicked. John kissed Randy on the lips one more time before heading towards the gas station. Randy muttered angrily. The stupid pump interrupted them. Randy paid for the gas and climbed back in the driver seat.
When John came out, he walked over to the driver side window.
"I know you still might be tired, but your seat is on the other side of the Hummer, babe." Randy said.
"No, that's your seat. I'm driving the rest of the way." John opened the door.
"John, I'm wide awake. You've been travelling and wrestling almost the entire time. I got this. Go back to sleep."
"Randy, move that incredibly hot ass of yours before I move it for you."
"Gosh, you are demanding." Randy pouted.
"I'm sorry, I'll rephrase. Randy, move that incredibly hot ass of yours before I move it for you, please."
"Ha-ha . . . not funny." Randy rolled his eyes.
John sighed. "Okay, you were warned."
Before Randy could even say anything to that, John pushed Randy over until he was on the floor in between the dashboard and the seats.
"What the fuck!"
"I told you I would move you. You are just too stubborn and wouldn't listen." John shrugged and took his place in the driver seat.
"You are an asshole. And you better kiss whatever bruise I'm for sure I'll be getting because of your manhandling." Randy said, glaring at John.
"You know I'll kiss whatever part of your body you like." John smirked, winking at Randy.
Randy rolled his eyes and looked away. He wanted to appear angry at John even though one look at that man's smiling face was enough to take any anger he had towards him away.
"Whatever."
John laughed and took Randy's hand while he pulled out of the gas station.
After three and a half hours later, John pulled into their driveway. Randy had passed out in the passenger seat about ten minutes after John pulled out of the gas station, much to his humour. John got out of the Hummer and opened Randy's door. The noise woke him up.
"God, you are so noisy. I wasn't half as loud as you are." Randy mumbled.
"Sorry, Rand, but waking you up was what I wanted to do." John smiled and wrapped an arm around Randy, helping him out of the Hummer. "Well, we are here . . . home sweet home."
"I've always been home." Randy said, staring at John.
John turned and looked back at Randy. He smiled and pulled Randy closer to him. He kissed Randy with everything he had.
