A/N: Wow, a lot of people pissed off at Randy, LOL! Loved reading all your reviews!

John scowled as he watched the television before him, channel after channel going by with nothing interesting him at all. It seemed even the television Gods were against him. He had retired up to his room after Randy had decided to barricade himself in the guest room once more. The younger man hadn't even bothered to come down for the dinner he'd ordered when it arrived. John had contemplated going up to get him but his frustration over their argument had kept him downstairs. He had eaten his part of the dinner, though now he regretted it as it sat like a lump in his stomach, and refrigerated Randy's portion for whenever he felt like coming out. That had been over 4 hours ago and he hadn't heard a sound come from Randy's room. It didn't matter, though. At one point over the course of the 4 hours, John had stopped listening. His own anger had been steadily building and it had taken all the strength he had to not barge into Randy's room and tear into him for his reaction over the news.

John groaned and finally shut off the TV, slamming the remote on the nightstand in annoyance. He shut off the small lamp near his bed and arranged the pillows under his head, figuring he should get some sleep and just forget everything that happened that day. However, just as the exhaustion made his eyes start to drift shut, the overhead lamp turned on, flooding the room with light. John's eyes pressed shut as his forehead creased into a frown at the sudden brightness.

"I know you're not asleep yet so get up,"

John's eyes snapped open at the sound of Randy's voice and he quickly pulled his body up. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

Randy's face was devoid of emotion as he walked further into the room but John could see the emotions flashing across his eyes. "I had enough time to myself and I thought about it. I may have overreacted to what you told me earlier. I apologize."

John barely heard Randy as he mumbled his apology before he could even blink. He frowned and tried to wake his sleepy brain up so it could process Randy's words and apology. "You're apologizing?"

Randy shrugged and nodded simultaneously. "Yeah, I do know how to say sorry. I can admit when I'm an asshole. Are we good now?"

John's frown deepened and he slowly shook his head. "No, we're not 'good' now, Randy. That half ass apology does nothing for me."

Randy rolled his eyes. "Well, then what do you want, John? Just tell me what the hell you need to end this fight because come tomorrow, we'll probably be having another one that I'll have to fix! Fighting is all we seem to do lately and I'm sick of it!"

"Don't I know it! I'm sick of it, too, Randy." John sighed and met Randy's glare head on. "I can't just let this one go despite how much I want to. I don't understand why you instantly thought the worst of me and my intentions! Why can't it just be as simple as me not wanting to hurt you, Randy?"

"Because you did hurt me, John!" responded Randy loudly. His eyes instantly widened and he turned away from John's piercing stare, shocked by what he'd said.

John quickly stood and walked over to where Randy stood, avoiding him as best he could. "What are you talking about, Ran? It's not like I was responsible for the car accident that killed that baby."

"That's not what I mean, John," Randy moved away from John and walked to the opposite side of the room. "It's terrible what happened to that baby. I wanted him or her so much and I know you did, too. It wasn't meant to be, though. Everything in this world happens for a reason. We've got to accept that."

"Then, what do you mean?" John remained where he was, accepting of Randy's need for space. He watched as the younger man began to pace around the room, the expression in his face making it obvious he regretted bringing up the conversation in the first place.

"John, you've hurt me before so why wouldn't I think you were trying to hurt me now? You have doubts about so much having to do with me that it's no surprise you thought I was gonna bail on you and the therapy. I know this but it doesn't hurt any less when you say it out loud. Still, I fooled myself into thinking you trust me again, a least a little bit but then when you said you hid this from me for days, I just felt like a dumbass for thinking you could ever trust me again. Then, I snapped at you because how dare you not trust me? I should be the one who doesn't trust you!" Randy stopped when he saw John's face harden once more. He quickly held up his hand before the older man could speak. "John, the reason I was pissed was because I let my imagination get away with me. I get what you were trying to do and I would've done the same. There's no way I could've told you something that serious over the phone, either."

"Randy, I don't get what it's gonna take for us to stop this nonsense." John sighed and walked over to where Randy stood, ignoring the way he instantly took a step away. "I may not trust you like I did some years ago but I'm slowly getting there. It's gonna take time but I am getting there. I know you would never do anything to hurt me again. I know you're committed to fixing us. I need you to believe that I'm just as committed, though and that I have no plans of ever hurting you again." He shrugged and looked down at his bare feet. "I know what I did to you, Ran. I swear I will never betray you like that again. I want nothing in this world to ever hurt you again, including me. I was just trying to protect you."

"I know you were. Isn't it just easier to believe the worst, though?" Randy smiled and shrugged, relaxing slightly.

John rolled his eyes. "Of course you would. Damn pessimist."

Randy laughed loudly and shook his head. "I'm a realist, Cena, not a pessimist." The smile remained on his face and he stared at John warily. "You really believe everything you said? That you trust I won't hurt you or give up on us? That you're starting to trust me again?"

John groaned and his body slumped down onto the bed. "What do I have to do, Ran? Tattoo it on my ass? Jesus, if I could learn to trust you again, why can't you attempt to trust me? I mean, we both did equally horrible things to each other so..."

"John," Randy interrupted, sitting besides the older man and placing his finger over his lips. "I get it now. I was kinda just messing with you. No need for another rant."

John glared at Randy and shook his head. "You are the most infuriating man I have ever met and why I still put up with you I really don't..."

"What's it gonna take to shut you up?" Randy asked, moving his finger across John's lips and moving his face forward. "This?" He moved his hand around John's neck and gripped it forcefully, pulling the older man's face to his and kissing him harshly.

John yelped in surprise and his hands came up to rest on Randy's chest, pushing him away. Randy moved back, a surprised expression on his face. "What are you doing?"

John's eyes widened in surprise as he recoiled away from Randy. "Me? What am I doing? What are you doing? Are you messing with me?"

Randy smiled and shook his head. "No, John. I just did what felt right; what I wanted to do. I've missed you,"

John stared at Randy wordlessly for what seemed like hours before he spoke again. "I don't understand. You said you couldn't..."

"Johnny," Randy slid closer to John's body and stared into his eyes. "I don't want to think about that. Can't we just forget it all for one night and pretend this all never happened? Can we start moving on?"

John felt his heart begin to race from a mixture of nerves and excitement. This time it was he who reached for Randy and initiated the kiss. It was a softer kiss than the one before with gentle brushes of lips. Randy brushed John's soft lips with his and moved along the line of his jaw to his ear and whispered, "I want you, Johnny."

John moaned softly as Randy's tongue slid into his mouth. He moved his hand around Randy's body and rested it firmly on his lower back, pressing Randy's firm body against his. Randy pulled away from the kiss but kept his body pressed close to John's. "Lay down," he said.

Once John followed Randy's command and lowered his body to the bed, the younger man resumed kissing his lover. He lightly ran his hands up John's arms and then began to remove his shirt while trailing a line of soft kisses down his neck and every inch of flesh exposed as his shirt revealed John's smooth chest. When he got to John's nipples, he licked and nipped at one, while pinching and twisting the other, eliciting soft moans from the other man. As he felt the nipple harden into a small nub, he stopped sucking and lightly blew across it making John shudder, and then switched and gave its twin the same treatment. Randy resumed the trail of kisses as he traveled down across John's firm abdomen, down to his belly button and stopping at the waist of his boxers.

Randy sank to his knees and looked up at John whose eyes were dilated and filled with lust. While still looking into his eyes, he slowly pushed John's boxers down to his knees. Leaning forward, Randy nuzzled the base of John's cock, reveling in the scent that he loved and had missed so much. John's hard length lay against his cheek and grew harder with each feel of Randy's skin. Beginning at the base, Randy ran his tongue along the length of John's cock. When he reached the head, he licked up the pre-cum oozing from the small slit before taking the large head into his mouth. He looked up at John, seeking his eyes, but the older man had his eyes closed and his head thrown back, moaning with pleasure. Randy took a deep breath and slid his mouth down the length of John's cock swallowing reflexively when the head reached the back of his mouth, allowing him to take in all John had to offer.

John felt Randy's throat muscles grip the head of his cock and he groaned, "Fuck, baby that feels so good."

Randy began to work John's cock in earnest, hollowing out his cheeks as he applied suction to the hard shaft as he pulled back. Randy sucked on his cock until John couldn't handle the sensation anymore and he reached down and grabbed Randy's head, pulling him up. "Stop, Ran. It's been too long, baby and I'm not gonna last much longer,"

Randy groaned when he was pulled off John's cock, but he allowed himself to be pulled up. "I need you, Johnny. I need you inside me,"

John nodded, moaning with anticipation as Randy quickly shed his t-shirt and underwear. He took Randy back into his arms and brought their mouths together. Randy opened his mouth slightly and coaxed John's tongue into his as he wrapped his arms around his lovers back bringing their bodies together from chest to groin. As their tongues stroked above, their cocks, slick with pre-cum stroked below.

John slowly flipped Randy over so he was on top while still kissing him, refusing to break contact. He ran one hand slowly across Randy's chest and down to his tight abdomen before making contact with his rigid cock. Grasping the shaft, he tugged slightly and ran his thumb in circles across the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum he found there. Finally breaking the kiss, he nibbled his way down Randy's neck to his chest where he took each hard nipple into his mouth in turn, before continuing downward stopping only to run his tongue around his belly button. He bypassed Randy's cock and sank lower, pushing Randy's legs open and revealing the small pucker of muscle that was his target.

Randy felt his legs automatically open wider as John began to lap at his entrance. It felt better than he remembered and he moaned with pleasure as John's tongue breached the ring and moved inside. His cock was so hard it was almost painful, but John continued his tongue play over and inside the tight ring of muscle. He brought a finger to Randy's entrance and worked it inside along with his tongue. He worked the finger around until he found what he was looking for and slowly rubbed Randy's spot with his fingertip. John looked up at Randy's face to see him looking down with his mouth open and panting.

"Oh God, John. I need you inside me so bad! Please, baby..." Randy begged as he reached down and grabbed his own cock. He was hard as stone and had a small puddle of pre-cum on his belly.

John pushed his hand away as he reached into the nightstand and thankfully was able to find a bottle of lube still inside. "Babe, don't touch yourself. I want you to cum with me inside you," he growled.

John opened the bottle of lube and drizzled the cool liquid down Randy's slightly parted opening, then filled his palm and slicked himself up. On his knees, he positioned himself at Randy's opening and pushed slowly, gasping as the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscle and disappeared into the wet warmth. He paused to let Randy get used to the feeling of being filled again after so many months apart but Randy had a different idea. Randy wrapped his legs around John's hips and his arms around John's back and pulled hard enough to cause John to become fully seated inside him with one fluid motion.

Randy moaned loudly, "Oh, God, that feels so good. I missed you so much. Move, baby, please,"

John complied and began to move his hips in a slow rhythm, gradually picking up speed until they were both moaning in pleasure. Randy's body was tight and he flexed his muscles to squeeze John's cock every time he withdrew. The slight upward curve of John's cock rubbed at the small bundle of nerves of Randy's prostate on every thrust. Each of them was lost in the sensations of being together again and soon they were both moaning their extreme pleasure.

"I'm getting so close, John. I need to cum," breathed Randy. John leaned down to kiss him, his tongue invading his mouth in rhythm to his cock invading Randy's entrance before pulling away. "Then, cum for me baby,"

With a loud moan of John's name, Randy arched his back and began to cum, covering their abdomens with his release. Randy's orgasm forced his anal muscles to squeeze and milk John's cock. It was too much for John to handle and with his own scream, he buried his cock to the hilt inside Randy and let go, filling his insides with his own cum.

John collapsed onto Randy, resting his weight on the man below him and the two shared a soft kiss. "I love you so much, Randy,"

"I love you, too, Johnny," Randy replied, wrapping his arms around John's back and rubbing it gently.

John kissed Randy's neck softly, enjoying the taste of his husband's sweaty skin until he finally slipped from inside the younger man. He moved over to rest beside Randy, his eyes drifting shut. John felt Randy shift in the bed and slowly opened his eyes to see him cleaning his chest with one of the discarded pair of boxers. He smiled and handed them to John, who also cleaned up as best he could before turning over and pulling Randy into his arms. "I missed doing that with you."

"I'm sure you did. I'm really good at that," replied Randy, a small smirk on his face. He wrapped an arm around John's waist, resting his head on his chest as he heard John laugh above him. "You're suck a conceited little shit,"

Randy smiled and looked up. "Yet you love me,"

John looked down into Randy's eyes and nodded. "Yes, I do. So fucking much." He frowned and gripped Randy tighter. "Where do we go from here, Ran? Was this just a one night thing or are we back together for real or..."

"John, just enjoy this moment right now and let's worry about tomorrow when it comes." Randy reached up to run a finger over John's lips, stopping his flow of words. "Can you do that?"

John slowly nodded and kissed Randy's finger before letting him lower his hand back down to rest on his waist. "Yes, I can,"

Randy smiled and reached up to place a final kiss on John's lips before making himself comfortable on his chest once more. "Good. Now, lets get some sleep."

A/N: OK, so I made you all wait 10 chapters before giving you some Centon loving, LOL! Hope you all liked and will review but be warned, there are still many things the boys have to work out and more fights to come. But after the fights comes the lovemaking so...REVIEW!