It was gone midnight when Randy was heading back to his car. He'd known going into today that it was going to be a long day. Tonight was his last night on Monday Night Raw for a couple of months when he headed to Vancouver to start filming 12 Rounds Reloaded after SmackDown the next night.

As he reached his car he noticed John's rental still parked up. Since SummerSlam, he and John were able to speak without it turning into an argument but they still weren't hanging it out. Randy couldn't help looking out for him though and his ears always peaked when he heard John's name. John was still trying to make it easier on him though and was taking a separate locker room, so Randy never really knew how he was. The only reason he knew what his rental was like was because they happened to arrive at the arena at the same time.

Randy packed his bags into the trunk of his car and pondered whether to go back in and try to find John, just to make sure he was okay. He was also thinking about confronting their situation, but it wasn't the right time considering he wasn't going to be around. He'd also heard John was going in for surgery tomorrow and he wanted to let him know he would be okay and if he needed anything then all he had to do was call.

He got back inside and Randy went toward John's locker room, but couldn't find him. He noticed there didn't seem to be any of the crew around which he thought was odd but he thought no more of it. He checked a couple of places around the back before giving up, deciding to try the ring just in case and as he came out from around the back of the stage area, he immediately spotted John sat on the top turnbuckle.

He moved slowly to the ring, not wishing to disturb John from his thoughts but as he got nearer, John noticed the movement.

"What are you doing here?" John asked jumping down from the turnbuckle.

"I saw your car in the parking lot, I wanted to make sure you were okay," Randy said shrugging, as though it wasn't important to him.

"Aren't you supposed to be going to Vancouver?" John asked as Randy entered the ring.

"Tomorrow after SmackDown," Randy said. "I would've tried to put it back if I'd known you were having an operation."

"I'll be okay, probably out for a couple of weeks, but nothing major," John explained.

"I guess we'll be seeing even less of each other than we do now," Randy said trying to keep the conversation going. He didn't want to leave, but where Randy wanted the conversation to continue, John was trying to keep the distance between them.

"Well, maybe when we're both back, we could go for a drink," John said. Randy's heart started beating again for the first time in god knows how long. It soon stopped again as John made it clear it wasn't a date. "Go out with some of the guys."

"Where is everyone?" Randy said trying to change the subject.

"It was someone's birthday; they're going out for the night, packing up the ring tomorrow. I took advantage of the quiet," John explained, hopping back up to the turnbuckle.

Randy hated that John was so at ease while he was struggling to remain calm. He never had control of the situation and the only way he could try to take control was an all or nothing move. He just wasn't sure he was ready to lose John for good if it backfired.

"Was there anything else?" John asked, obviously hinting for Randy to leave. That was enough for Randy.

"Yeah there is," Randy said as he stormed over to where John sat. He grabbed his head and brought it down until their lips connected. He felt John resisting him to begin with but as he ran his tongue along the seams of John's lips, he felt John soften against him and he slipped his tongue in.

John wrapped his legs around Randy's body and Randy pulled him from the top of the turnbuckle. The kiss continued as their tongues tangled together, and they both felt the desperation and urgency of the kiss. This was it, if they couldn't get this to work, then it was over. Pressing John back against the padding of the turnbuckles, Randy scrambled around trying to find the hem of John's shirt.

When his fingers finally found the edges he pulled it up so his hands could connect with the muscled body underneath. The moan escaping his lips as he felt John's skin under his hands was the only thing capable of breaking their kiss. As they dragged the air back into their lungs, Randy pulled John's shirt from his body. As soon as the shirt was gone, John dragged Randy back into the kiss; clawing his shirt up his back under his skin was exposed.

Randy could feel John's condition growing needier by the second so he moved his hand between their bodies to stroke his through his pants. Ripping his mouth from Randy's, John let go of a moan which could make a man hard in just one second flat. John's head fell forward to rest on Randy's shoulder as Randy kept up the stroking.

"Fuck, if you don't stop I'm going to cum in my pants," John said trying to breathe through the ecstasy coursing through his body. Randy removed his hand from John's crotch though not far as he opened the zipper of the pants.

"Can't have that can we," Randy said as he helped John's cock free itself from his pants. "That's better."

"Not fair though," John said as he reached for Randy's pants. As John lowered the zipper, a thought suddenly hit Randy's mind.

"Johnny, wait," Randy said stopping John's hand.

"What?" John said his shoulders immediately slumping, clear he thought Randy decided against it.

"I wasn't planning this, I don't have anything on me," Randy explained.

"What are you on about? All we need is the two of us," John said getting agitated.

"Lube would be good as well," Randy said halting John's frustration. He kissed him lightly to ease his nerves before continuing. "Unless something has changed since the last time we spoke about it, you're going to need some."

"You don't feel like you got all of the baby oil off," John hinted with a wink. "We can use that."

"It wouldn't be enough," Randy growled. "And it's not like there's any need for me to oil that part."

"Fine, but there is another way," John said sliding down to his knees. He finished freeing Randy's member, murmuring his approval, before leaning in and taking the tip of Randy's cock into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Randy moaned as John worked down his cock. "Shit, you're good at this."

Randy now realised he could die a happy man. John was working him like a pro and he just hoped he could last long enough not to disappoint him. He grabbed onto the ring ropes as John continued to bob up and down Randy's cock. Just as Randy was reaching the point of no return, John pulled off and stood up to look Randy in the eye.

"I think you're pretty lubed up now," John said kicking off his shoes and removing his pants. Randy came back to his senses and quickly followed suit, removing the remainder of his clothes. John moved in close to his body and Randy grabbed his ass pulling him tight to him as he devoured his mouth once more, only stopping to offer his fingers to John.

"Still need to stretch you," Randy whispered as John lubed his fingers. As soon as they were moist enough, Randy pulled them from John's mouth and replaced them with his tongue. As John took the lead with the kiss, Randy circled his fingers around John's entrance, and then gently probed, causing the man in his arms to moan.

He pushed in deeper, stretching John slightly. When John started moaning into the kiss again, Randy went in with two fingers, scissoring him while prodding gently against John's button. Randy felt John's reaction against his abs as John's cock twitched in excitement, spurring Randy's on as well. They had waited so long for this; they needed it more than ever. Neither imagined it was going to happen in the ring though.

Randy lifted John from the floor and carried him back from the corner, so they were near the center of the ring. He lowered down to his knees and then laid John down on his back, moving over him.

"You ready for this?" Randy asked, giving John one last chance to back out of it.

"I've been ready for a while, Ran," John said pulling him down into a kiss.

Randy lined up with John's entrance, wrapping John's legs around his waist, and pushed into him. That was the moment. The all or nothing moment where their friendship was over, and they were becoming a couple. Now all Randy had to do was not screw it up.

He pushed in further as John accommodated his girth, the soft moan coming from John tugged at his heartstrings and Randy finally felt complete. He pulled out slowly, pushing back in just as slow, wanting to keep the connection as long as possible. Looking in to John's eyes, he was thinking the same thing, and Randy was happy to oblige.

He pinned John's hands to the mat and they shared a kiss as Randy rocked into him, over and over, slowly pushing them closer to the edge. Moving from John's lips, Randy attacked John's neck, kissing and biting his skin, running his tongue over the area to soothe him afterward.

"Can I listen to you moan all night?" Randy whispered in his ear. "In fact, can I be the one to make you moan all night?"

"Oh, god, yes, Ran… all night… every night," John breathed as he felt himself getting nearer to completion.

Randy picked up the pace a little and started rocking into John's spot. He wanted to make sure John felt everything he could give him, and he wasn't going to disappoint.

"Ran… please… need to..." John moaned as he writhed under Randy trying to find some contact for his neglected cock.

"What if I want you to cum without touching it?" Randy teased lowering himself down so their bodies were pressed together, trapping John's cock between their bodies. John moaned as he felt his cock rubbing against Randy's abs as Randy kept the pace. "Better?"

"Yeah… yes… perfect… Ran cum with me," John moaned locking eyes with Randy.

"I'm right there, Johnny, believe me," Randy said, his breathing getting shallower and his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his completed. "Let me hear you Johnny."

"Fuck, Ran… that's it… yes… oh god, I'm going to cum… fuck… Raaaannnn," John cried out as he came between their bodies. The feeling of John's cum on his abs and the way he was constricting around him was enough to make Randy loose it and he shot his load in John.

"Fuck," he sighed as he pulled out of John and rolled onto his back, taking John with him. "That was amazing."

"Uh, huh," John muttered looking dazed. Randy looked down at him as he rested on his chest.

"Want to go to the hotel?" Randy asked. "I think we need to do that again. I'm looking for a better reaction than, 'uh huh'."

"You don't your ego being stroked anymore," John said grinning up at Randy.

"Maybe, but there is something else that would like to be stroked," Randy joked.

"You're a bad, bad man, Randy."