A/N: I swear, this chapter is more smut than anything. I figured you deserved it!

Randy entered the locker room and raised an eyebrow in surprise. Besides his and John's bags only a few remained. Glancing down at his watch, he was shocked to see the show had already been over for 2 hours. His meeting with Hunter and the creative time had turned into a roundtable of ideas between Hunter, Cody and him. It stunned Randy that he had been able to sit in a room and converse with Cody so easily but he blamed it all on Hunter and his praise of the match Cody and Randy had put on that night. It was nice to hear and it made Randy happy to know he really could put his problems to the side and focus on work. Praise from Hunter, who he considered one of his mentors, was never more welcome than it was in this storyline.

"John? Are you in here?" Randy called out towards the showers. He could hear one going in the back but it could easily have been one of the owners of the unclaimed bags besides his and John's. After a few seconds, though, John's voice responded. "Yeah, I'll be done in a minute. Come here and keep me company."

Randy's lips curved into a smile and he shook his head. "Cena, what did I tell you earlier?"

"Just to talk to me while I rinse off, I promise! No hanky panky."

Randy rolled his eyes but slowly headed towards the showers. He heard the shower go off as he entered and watched as John strode out, moving with confident grace. He was scrubbing at his shower damp hair with a towel.

Randy felt his heart begin to race at the sight. He couldn't help but admire John. His beautiful abs and biceps flexed as he dried himself, hard and rippling with muscle, wide shoulders tapering down to a lean waist and hips. His gaze fell to his cock and he bit his lip. The desire to push John back into that shower stall and let him act out his earlier fantasy was almost too much to bear.

Randy didn't try to hide how he blatantly checked out his husband and it made John smile. He calmly watched Randy checking him out; the way he licked his lips whiles staring at his cock.

"Keep looking at me like that…" he warned, leaning casually to place the towel on a stand, "And see what happens." He finished as he started toward Randy, his eyes so blue and smoldered with carnal intent.

"Nothing is going to happen. We're going home now. I'm already dressed and ready to go so you should just get dressed…" Randy started to turn and head out of the room, the steam in the showers and the sight of John making it hard for him to breathe.

"And when we get home, when I get you beneath me, I'm going to finally have my way with you," replied John, grabbing Randy before he could exit and turning him over.

"John," Randy breathed as John's hands caught him by the hips. His lips opened, just as John crashed his lips on his. He wrapped the fingers of one of Randy's hands around his cock, swallowing the younger man's moan. He could feel Randy's erection, straining against his jeans, and broke the kiss. "Every inch of your body, baby."

Randy was breathing roughly now. He buried his face in John's neck and held him tightly in place. "You feel so good." He whispered. He started rubbing John's cock from base to tip, loving the feel of him in his palm. John's breathing became shaky and his grip on Randy tightened.

"Ran..." John groaned.

"I want you." Randy moaned making John groan even louder. He leaned over and captured Randy's lips in a kiss. His hands framed Randy's face as he bent his head down slightly and kissed him. Randy touched John's lips with the tip of his tongue. John thrust his tongue into his mouth, his tongue spearing between Randy's lips, kissing with a starving greed. Randy moaned helplessly when John's mouth took his in the hot and hungry kiss.

John ended the kiss with a bite to Randy's bottom lip. He pressed his forehead to Randy's, sharing air and space, relishing in the magnetic scent of aroused male.

"Let's get out of here?" John whispered.

"Please," Randy breathed roughly.

"Honestly, baby, I really think I'm becoming a better cook than you! It's amazing! I mean, have you ever had a better meal?" John looked down at his empty dinner plate and smiled.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Please, Cena. You've made one full dinner by yourself. When you've made over 1000 more then we can talk, OK. Your skills are nowhere near mine."

John shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't know, Ran. I think someone may just be a little jealous…"

"Blow me," replied Randy with a roll of his eyes.

"Really? With pleasure," John said throwing his napkin on the table and standing.

"Get the hell out of here! I didn't mean it like that and you know it." Randy held his hands up and laughed but it didn't stop John from pulling him up from his seat. When John's lips skated past his jaw and earlobe to latch on to his neck, Randy's laughter turned into a moan. He rubbed his hardening cock against John, moans and groans falling from his lips. Rubbing against John's hard cock was driving him insane. John continued sucking on Randy's neck as he shuffled them from the kitchen, with the intention of making for the couch in the living room.

All the heat and excitement from the locker room had evaporated quickly once they'd entered their home and realized someone else was already there. In all the chaos of traveling and packing for work, trying to figure out what Cody and Dwayne were smoking to make them so friendly lately and the other usual chaos of work and family, both Randy and John had forgotten Carol Cena was on her way to their St. Louis home and was due to land that night. The look of shock and disappointment on both men's faces was not was she expected to see, most likely but thankfully she had been whisked away by the Orton's to their home for dinner. By the time she'd left, though, the only thing Randy and John were in the mood for was food.

However, when Randy pushed John against the kitchen island and went on his knees in front of him, the older man knew the mood he wanted had returned. "Ran…what…"

"It really was a good dinner. You deserve a reward." Randy winked up at him and pulled down John's sweats and released his huge, wet erection. John watched him flick his tongue over his tip and then circle it, and he let his head fall back with an agonized groan. After three long, damp strokes up his dick, he was already panting.

Once John was glistening with moisture from his clever tongue, Randy curled his hand around the base and sucked in his crown. Slowly, he worked him deep till John's knees nearly gave out.

"Oh fuck, Ran," John choked out, grabbing Randy's head. Randy looked up at him with blue eyes glazed with lust. His tongue rolled around his shaft, teasing him and making John growl. His hand stroked him at his base. His other hand came up to cup his balls. He left no part of his length unexplored by wet swirls that John felt all the way up his spine.

John's entire life was focused between his legs in that moment. Those lips stretched around his thickness felt amazing. The unadulterated pleasure of Randy's tongue slicking up the underside of his dick was more than he could take. When he finally enveloped half of his cock in the bliss of his mouth, John knew he was lost. His legs were shaking. Randy's humming around him made his nerve endings sing.

"Oh God, Ran." John moaned. "I'm not gonna last, baby."

When Randy pushed his tongue into the tiny slit at the tip of John's cock, he came hard with a strangled cry, cock throbbing as he poured himself into Randy's mouth. John felt his orgasm roll through him uncontrollably, his arms shaking as he threw his head back in surrender. He kept his hand on the back of Randy's head as he came in great pulses, feeling Randy swallow it all.

Panting and trying to breathe, Randy swallowed every drop. He stayed on his knees, licking and kissing John's cock and balls until John hauled him to his feet and kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue plunging into Randy's mouth. When John finally broke the kiss Randy looked at him steadily.

"That was fucking amazing but I want more."

John nodded, still panting. "We need to hurry. Mom…"

"Don't talk about Mom right now, baby." Randy laughed and tugged John out of the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom. The minute they burst through the doors, John growled and grabbed Randy's head, capturing his lips in a sizzling kiss. Randy curled his fingers in the front of John's t-shirt and held on.

Randy moaned, reeling under the intensity of the kiss. He was leaking so much his sweatpants had a wet patch where his cock pushed against it. John moved a hand around Randy's waist and pulled his hips closer to him. He groaned in protest when John separated their lips.

John pulled the sweatpants down Randy's hips and freed his leaking cock. He shoved Randy back gently so he could fall onto their bed.

"Johnny," Randy whispered breathlessly. His hard cock slapped against his covered stomach and the pre-cum leaked onto his t-shirt.

"Lean back, baby." John said taking Randy's cock into his hand. He gave it a hard stroke and Randy groaned, tendons cording his neck. He watched with heavy-lidded eyes as John's tongue darted out and licked the tip of his dick.

"Fuck, John." Randy moaned and wiggled, spreading his legs wider. John reached between his legs to cup his balls. Randy's head fell back onto the pillow, his breath heaving in and out. Tilting his head, John ran his tongue down the pulsing length of Randy's cock, following the line of a thick vein. Randy's hands twisted in the sheets by his thighs. He was going out of his mind with pleasure. John swirled his tongue around the head before swallowing him whole.

"John..." Randy's back arched with a groan. He grabbed onto John's head, his fingers tightening in his hair. The drenching heat around the most sensitive part of him nearly drove him out of his mind. John's fingertips massaging his balls just about rolled his eyes into the back of his head. The pleasure was vicious, tightening around his spine and pooling at his lower back. The erotic sounds filling the room—John's low moans of pleasure, the wet suckling, Randy's helpless curses as he felt the orgasm barreling through him .

Randy concentrated on the sensations John was layering over him; the feel of his warm tongue, and the suction of his lips around him. John wasn't taking the time to tease. He was sucking Randy's cock like his life depended on it. John made a noise around him, the vibration traveling out and spreading through Randy's body. He couldn't lie still, tilting his hips.

"I'm gonna...Johnny, I'm gonna cum." He finished shakily.

A suck, a lick, and a swirl of tongue and then Randy was crying out, spilling down John's throat in long, ragged pulses, his eyes closed tight. The orgasm slammed into him, rocked him and took his breath like he had been hit by a truck. He yelled, his back arching, his balls aching as he emptied them deep down John's throat.

John sucked him, wringing everything out of him, every shudder, moan and gasp John could get, before backing off. Randy flopped back onto the bed, sprawling on his back, legs shaking.

"My God," Randy said shakily.

"I know." John stretched out on top of Randy and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. John's tongue pushed past his lips, pumping into his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing him, making him groan in hungry need as his cock slowly came to life again. Randy wound his arms around John's neck and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Unsteady fingers cupped Randy's cheek, forcing him to open his eyes and meet John's gaze. They just looked into each other's eyes, no words, no sounds but their harsh breaths. John pushed his pelvis into Randy, his hardness more than evident.

"God, you make me crazy," John muttered as he licked up the length of Randy's neck, biting down on the soft skin below his ear. Randy shivered in pleasure as John's teeth raked his skin. He reached between them and unbuttoned John's jeans, tugging them down and circling his dripping cock. John moaned helplessly, fingers digging into Randy's nape. He kissed Randy's neck as his palms slid across the hot, smooth skin of Randy's chest, loving the shudders Randy couldn't hide. He circled one hard nipple with a finger and bent down to take the other between his teeth. Randy moaned, back ached in pleasure, gasping as John licked and bit at his nipples. He sucked his nipples until they were hard and stiff then made his way down Randy's body, stopping to lick and suck and kiss every few inches.

"John..." Randy groaned as John moved down, towards his leaking cock.

"Turn over for me, baby." John instructed.

Randy quickly did as he was told and John trailed his hand down Randy's back, making him shiver. He leaned down and dropped kisses on his back, caressing him with gentle hands. His hands continued to slide down till they reached his ass.

"So beautiful," John said dropping kisses on his ass cheeks.

Randy buried his face in a pillow, the anticipation driving him crazy. Teeth nipped his left butt cheek, then his right. Breath hitched in Randy's lungs when he felt John's tongue lick over his hole. Randy clutched at the sheets on the bed and willed himself not to come. He shuddered, harsh groans tumbling from his lips.

"Johnny, please. I want you,"

"Soon," responded John before gripping Randy's hips and pulling him back into his stiffened tongue. He tongue-fucked him, penetrating his entrance and dipping inside again and again. Randy pushed back onto the tongue invading his ass, riding the waves of intense pleasure. His balls and cock were throbbing, and he was twisting the sheets in his fists, moving back onto John, needing more and getting it.

John reached over and pulled a bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer. He poured a generous amount onto the wet hole, leaning down and kissing Randy's back just as he slipped a finger inside him.

"Johnny, feels good." Randy moaned.

John's finger moved gently inside him, stroking deeper and deeper, sliding out then back in.

"Yes." Randy moaned and gasped as another finger joined the first. John's hand smoothed down his back. Then, he curled his fingers inside him to brush against his prostate, drawing a loud moan from Randy. John slid in a third finger and rubbed that spot.

"Oh ,God. John, please," Randy rocked back faster, fucking himself on John's fingers.

John couldn't take it any longer. "So hot, baby." He was so hard he thought he might bust a vein if he didn't come soon. He poured a generous amount of lube on his cock, slid his fingers out and moved up, guiding his cock to Randy's ass.

"Ready for me?"

"Just fuck me, will you?" Randy groaned, trying to move back.

"Lie on your back Ran." John husked.

Randy turned to lie on his back and looked up at John, saw his glazed and erection that glistened from lube. He couldn't help the moan that tore out of his throat.

"God Ran, you look so hot, laid out like this. Want to fuck you over and over,"

Randy smirked up at his husband. "No objection. But if you want to fuck me so bad, why aren't you yet?"

John chuckled and leaned over Randy. He caught his face between his hands and kissed him, softly; a slow and gentle caress, teasing and playful. Randy trailed his fingers gently down John's spine, and back up.

"Ready?" The tip of John's cock was teasing at his hole and Randy was about ready to shoot his load just from that and the husky sound of John's voice.

"Yeah." Randy could barely breathe.

John gently pushed in. He retreated marginally before working the erect tip back inside him, easing him open. His muscles were taut, his body corded with his fight for control as he watched his cock sink inside Randy.

Randy twisted beneath him, breathing roughly as he felt John stretching him. He moaned in pleasure, stretched so tight around John that he could feel every vein, every detail of the velvety shaft working inside him. Slowly, John began to move his hips, the thrusts as gentle as possible. The head of his cock rubbed over Randy's prostate with each movement making him tremble from pleasure. His hands were ripping at the sheets, his head tossing as John began to pump gently inside him, stroking deeper, and filling him further as his channel relaxed enough to allow it to freely slide in and out.

"Ran, oh God. Baby, you feel so good." John groaned breathing hard as Randy arched, taking him deeper.

Filled and consumed, Randy wanted more. "Faster, please." he whispered helplessly.

John picked up speed, knowing the exact angle that would drive his cock onto that pleasure button. He grabbed Randy's hips, pulled out completely and thrust in deep, giving Randy what he asked for, listening to his groans of pleasure as he plunged in and out of his ass.

"Oh, God, right there! Please right there." Randy cried.

John groaned and nailed Randy's gland faster and harder, again and again. Randy was hot around him, his body tensing and clutching at his cock, his entire body shuddering. His face lost in pleasure. John buried his face in Randy's neck, held him tightly in place and started thrusting, trying to keep his rhythm slow, but he knew he couldn't last long. He thrust faster, using shorter strokes, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in and he could hear whimpers and grunts but wasn't sure if they came from him or Randy.

"Johnny," Randy's voice was weak, overwhelmed by all the feelings coursing through him. Pleasure rippled through him again and again, with every hot shove of John's body into his.

"I can't wait." John gushed fighting for breath now, for control. "I can't wait, baby. You're so tight, so sweet..." His chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound. "God, you feel so good."

John lifted his head, letting his eyes lock with Randy's. "Fucking perfect, Ran. So fucking hot. Shit, you have no clue what you do to me." he whispered.

He took Randy's cock in his hands and pulled with long hard jerks of his wrist while his hips kept thrusting. John leaned down and kissed Randy, licking at his lips and sucking softly on his tongue. Then, he deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging in and owning Randy. Randy moaned into the kiss, blinding ecstasy spiraling through him, his cock throbbing.

Streaking arcs of sensations tore through Randy's body with each thrust, driving him higher, hotter, until it reached its peak. He tightened around John, hearing his desperate moan as his thrusts increased. Suddenly, he exploded. Heat filled him as he shot ropes of cum over John's hand, his ass clenching around John. Randy's eyes rolled back as he kept coming.

"Fuck!" John felt everything in his body tense when Randy tightened around him; could feel his orgasm race from his spine and up his cock in a rush, felt his cock pulse and throb as he shot deep into Randy. He threw his head back and screamed.

Randy bucked and writhed beneath John, holding the older man through his own orgasm as he was still coming down from his own. He fought to catch his breath as John eased out of Randy and fell on the bed beside him.

"Jesus," John groaned.

"I know," panted Randy softly. He let his eyes drift shut and John smiled as he watched him.

John dragged his body wearily from the bed and padded into the bathroom. There, he cleaned himself and grabbed another towel for Randy. He returned to the bed and cleaned Randy carefully, the younger man smiling in thanks.

"I love you, Johnny," Randy's voice sounded content and sleepy as he turned over, reaching for the covers to throw over his body.

John pulled Randy into his arms, and wrapped a strong arm around him. He pulled up the comforter to cover them and whispered, "I love you, Randy."

John bent and kissed him on the forehead, intending to close his eyes and fall into a contented sleep but the sound of his phone beeping made him frown. Randy's eyes slowly opened and a small smile came upon his face. "One guess who that is,"

John shook his head as he reached back to the nightstand and grasped his phone. "No way. Not at this time,"

Randy shrugged and watched him impatiently. "Well, let's see,"

John bought his phone to life and shook his head, a loud sigh escaping him. "Fuck. What do I have to do to get rid of this asshole?"

Randy laughed and rested his head on John's chest. "I knew it. It's like he times it perfectly. Whenever we're doing something intimate, he texts, emails or calls. It's like he's watching us. Maybe he has your dick LoJack'd. At least he let us finish this time."

John rolled his eyes and angrily set the phone back on the nightstand. "This is getting fucking ridiculous. He's looking for friendship but all he's gonna find is an ass beating if he keeps this up."

"He may enjoy that…" replied Randy with a smirk.

John looked over at him and shook his head. "Stop it. This isn't funny. It's really getting to me now."

"Well, then you stop it. Stop letting it upset you. Get over it, ignore it and just focus on us. Are you really gonna let him get in your head this way? How many lectures have you given me about Cody getting in my head?" Randy's voice became stern, all amusement gone from his face now. "It's your turn, Cena. Let it go. Don't let him ruin you, us, this moment…"

John sighed and turned over, pulling Randy tightly against him. "You're right, baby. I'm sorry I'm not following my own advice. It's just so damn hard when you're dealing with people who don't understand the meaning of fuck off!"

"I know," replied Randy, placing a kiss on John's chest. "Trust me, I know. You just have to try your damndest, baby."

"I will; I promise." John smiled and took a deep breath. "He'll be gone from our lives in just a few weeks. I can hold on till then."

Randy walked slowly into his kitchen, the smell of breakfast foods in the air. His lips curved into a smile when he saw John at the stove, food spread out on the counter next to him.

"Hey, baby. What's cooking?"

John turned over and smiled. He spread his arms over the food and said, "Whatever you want, gorgeous. I can make anything!"

Randy raised an eyebrow. "John, you've been taking cooking classes for like a month and have only made like 5 meals on your own. You're not Emeril just yet."

John laughed. "Well, when it comes to breakfast stuff, I am." His smile faded as he watched Randy walk to the refrigerator. "You feeling OK, baby?"

Randy shrugged, a small smile on his face as he lifted a juice carton to his lips. "I'm fine; just a little sore. We went a little crazy last night. Are you feeling OK? Any more freaking out about Dwayne?"

"Who?" John walked over to him and brought his lips to Randy's ear, flicking his tongue over the shell of his and then nipping his lobe. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

Randy shivered, and moaned softly. "Johnny...feed me first."

"Do I get to kiss you all over after breakfast?" John asked huskily.

"We'll see." Randy said in a low tone. John's tone was quickly making his cock harden.

"So, I'm guessing the soreness doesn't stop this then?" John asked bringing a hand between them to squeeze Randy's cock.

"Fuck, John." Randy moaned. "I can't help it when I'm around you."

"Oh yeah?" John picked Randy up and sat him on the kitchen counter gently. He tugged his sweatpants down and freed his hard cock, quickly bending and swallowing it whole.

"Fuck!" Randy couldn't help the scream that tore out of his lips. He added in a whisper, "Shit John! Our daughter is in the house. Your Mother is in…"

John released his cock long enough to answer. "No, she's not. Mom took her for breakfast and then they were going to get manicures or some shit." He took the head of Randy's cock back into his mouth and swiped his tongue over it. Then he dipped to the underside, tracing the ridge with infinite slowness.

Randy couldn't breathe under the onslaught of pleasure. Fisting his hands at his sides, he watched as John bobbed, taking his cock to the back of his throat. The tongue swirling around his sensitive head was even more amazing. John took him deep, nose pressed against Randy's groin as he hummed. The vibrations ran down his length and tickled his spine, drawing up his balls. Randy cried out and buried his hands in John's short hair. The orgasm swirled at the base of his spine, growing stronger as John thumbed his balls, squeezing and rolling.

"John...gonna..." He wasn't making sense but John understood him, and sealed his lips tighter around him. When he swallowed around Randy's cock he heard a gasp and then he was coming, pulsing in John's throat and mouth. The orgasm tore through Randy, drawing a roar from his hoarse throat as his eyesight dimmed.

John sucked him clean and allowed his cock to pop out of him mouth. Then he pulled his sweats back up. Randy's eyes remained closed as tiny tremors shook his frame.

"That was for being so amazing last night when I got upset by Dwayne and his stupid messages." John asked in a smug voice. "So, what would you like for breakfast? Omelets? Pancakes? Eggs and bacon? Steak and eggs? Muffins?"

Randy's answer was to reach for John's head and claim his lips in a kiss. Breaking off the kiss he murmured against John's lips in an unsteady voice, "Pancakes and bacon."

"Pancakes and bacon coming right up." John said with a chuckle.

A/N: Next chapter we check in on the evil masterminds and their plan as it continues to unfold. Let me hear your ideas. Who's gonna buy the act; John or Randy or neither? Review, please!