Both men turned their attention to him and smiled. Doctor Johnson settled himself in his chair and opened the file that the other doctor had sent over with John's exams. His brow creased as he read over them silently. Randy bit his lip anxiously, waiting to hear what the doctor had to say. Just when he thought he could take no more, Doctor Johnson looked up.

"Well, I've read through everything Doctor Ward sent over. Randy, I'm glad you convinced John to come in to see me."

Randy inhaled a deep breath. "Why?"

John's grip on Randy's hand loosened until it fell away completely. His heart had begun to race and it was suddenly difficult for him to breathe. "What's wrong with me? Just say it."

Doctor Johnson took a deep breath and let it out in a loud sigh. "John, your blood pressure is practically through the roof! It's no wonder you're getting non-stop headaches. I'm going to have to put you on medication. It's such a shame, John. You're so active and young; relatively healthy otherwise."

Both men stared at him, not a word being spoken. John finally cracked the silence with a loud laugh. "Are you kidding me?"

Doctor Johnson frowned and raised an eyebrow towards John. "Uh, I don't think this is a laughing matter, John. High blood pressure is the leading cause of future heart problems, kidney problems; it can cause a stroke or even cause you to go blind one day! Does that sound funny to you?"

John quickly shook his head and grew serious. "No, of course not. It's just…well, compared to what Randy and I were thinking, this is actually good news." He looked over at Randy, who still had a blank look on his face and raised an eyebrow. "Right, Ran?"

Randy snapped out of his daze long enough to nod slowly. "Yeah,"

John frowned and turned his body over. "You don't sound too happy about that, dear. Were you wishing for something more?"

Randy frowned in annoyance and slowly smiled. "Yes, John, I was. I was hoping you'd have the worst thing possible in your head." His gaze quickly hardened. "Why would you ask me something like that? Of course I'm glad it's nothing serious, John. I'm just kind of surprised here, OK."

"Why are you surprised? Why are you even still thinking about it?" John sighed and turned over. "It's good news. A pill will fix me right up."

"I don't want you to have that attitude, John. I don't expect you to be on medication for long. I want you to take steps to regulate your blood pressure so you only have to take medication temporarily." Doctor Johnson looked down at John's file and made some notes while John rolled his eyes. He sighed and looked out the window, ignoring the other two men in the room.

"How did this happen, Doc? I mean, John's still young, he works out, I make sure he eats healthy, he's cut back a lot on his schedule…I don't understand this."

John turned back over, his face registering his surprise at the concern he still heard in Randy's voice. The younger man leaned forward on the Doctor's desk, his face marred by a worried frown.

"Oh, it could run in John's family or be caused by smoking…"

Randy's eyes widened. "Smoking?"

John immediately reached a hand out to Randy's arm. "Stop. I know where your brain is already headed with this."

Randy ignored the tug of John's hand and continued staring at the Doctor. "Could it be caused by second hand smoke?"

Doctor Johnson tilted his head to the side. "That hasn't been conclusively proven yet. A study recently discovered second hand smoke could induce high blood pressure in children but no study has ever demonstrated that for adults. Some experts believe adults aren't as much at risk as children but, of course, there are some who believe the risks are the same all around." He frowned and looked at Randy harshly. "Why? Randy, are you still smoking?"

Randy took a deep breath and leaned back, his eyes averting the doctors stare. John held onto his arm tightly and shook his head.

"Look, Doc, Ran has cut back a lot and even when he does have one, I make him do it in our yard. I don't think that's the cause. Isn't stress a cause of hypertension? Its gotta be that. God knows I'm always stressed." John let out a small, nervous laugh and glanced back and forth between both men.

"Yes, stress is a cause. I would still hope Randy gave up smoking completely one day, though." Doctor Johnson sighed and closed John's file. He took two papers off the top of the pile and handed them to him.

"John, I've prescribed a low dose of cardizem to help you. I also suggest cutting back on salt in your diet and alcohol consumption. Continue your physical activity to maintain your weight at its healthy mark and talk to your parents. Hypertension may run in the family. I want to see you back in my office in a month, OK."

John nodded and took the papers. He squeezed Randy's hand as he stood, urging the younger man out of his daze. Randy looked over at him and stood up, releasing his hand from John's grip. "Thanks for everything, Doc. I can honestly tell you I've smoked my last cigarette."

Doctor Johnson smiled. "Well, that is wonderful news. Don't worry, Randy. John will be fine as long as he does what I've told him. I'll keep a good eye on him."

Randy smiled thinly and nodded. He walked out of the office and down the now deserted hallway. John quickly followed, catching up to his husband as he pressed the button on the elevator. "In a rush, I see?"

Randy slid his sunglasses over his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "I just wanna get to the pharmacy and home. I'm exhausted."

John sighed and slid the paperwork from the doctor in his back pocket. "Ran, cut the shit. What's wrong with you? I better not hear you tell me you're blaming yourself for anything."

"Maybe it is my fault. I've smoked since you know me. Maybe it all finally caught up to someone and the person it caught up to is you."

The elevator dinged its arrival on their floor and Randy quickly entered. John frowned and remained standing, floored to think Randy would blame himself for anything concerning John's health.

"Are you coming? I'm not gonna wait here all day."

Even with the dark sunglasses covering his eyes John could see the eye roll that accompanied Randy's words. He stepped into the elevator and looked closely at him. "Ran, you've done nothing. All your smoking is doing is hurting you, not me. That's why I'm always on your ass to quit. Baby, years of stress and eating shitty food on the road is what caused this. Thankfully, it's something I can bring back under control. There's no reason to worry." John spoke calmly, willing Randy to understand. He tentatively reached for the younger man's hand and squeezed it gently. "If I think you're blaming yourself its only gonna cause me more stress…"

Randy looked over at him and shook his head. "I'm not kidding this time. I'm quitting smoking."

John smiled and nodded. "Good. That's the best news I could ever get and a big load off my back. I can already feel the blood pressure going down."

Randy's lips slowly curved into a smile he tried to fight. "Don't try to make me feel better. Maybe my smoking didn't cause this completely but it hasn't helped either of our health. I think Doc pointing it out today is what really drilled it in. I'm not only hurting myself but I'm hurting you and even Al!"

"Look, Ran, I'm not excusing your smoking. I've told you for years how much I hate it and how I want you to give it up. If Doc's words got through to you today, then amen! He did something I haven't been able to do. I just don't want you to blame yourself for something no one had any control over. We can only protect our bodies so much, baby. Can't we just be happy that of all the things that could've been wrong with me, it was something small in the grand scheme of health problems?" John's smile widened, his dimple deepening as his hold on Randy's hand tightened. The elevator reached the ground floor and both men stepped out into the night air.

"Fine, I'll give. Today's news was good news." Randy's smile was finally allowed to break free on his face.

John laughed and reached his hand forward, pulling the sunglasses away from Randy's eyes. "I hate these shits. I want to see your eyes."

Randy quickly took the glasses back and walked towards their car. "I look the same way I did this morning, John. I told you not to touch my sunglasses. You're gonna smudge them and they're worth more than your car."

John laughed loudly and grabbed Randy's hip to pull him closer. He leaned his head down and brushed Randy's lips. "Don't compare my beautiful cars to your stupid sunglasses, baby."

Randy leaned in and pressed his lips to John's. It was a soft kiss and even when Randy slipped his tongue forward and into John's mouth, it was slow and sweet. John let his hand slide down Randy's right arm. He took Randy's hand and pressed it against his groin, letting the younger man feel his erection as he moved his lips.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" John whispered into his ear.

Randy closed his eyes and shuddered. The sensation of John's breath tickling his ear was too much. He squeezed the large bulge in his hand, stroking his fingers back and forth over the denim-encased flesh. "Let's get out of here."

John nodded against his forehead and forced himself away from Randy's warm body. The men quickly climbed into their car and let the warmth of the heater wash over them. Randy sighed as he turned on the car and headed for the nearest drug store he could think of. John frowned when he realized the direction they were heading. "This isn't the way home."

Randy nodded. "I didn't say we were going home first."

John's frown deepened. "I've got a situation here I thought you were gonna take care of, baby."

Randy shook his head. "You're gonna have to calm that situation down for a couple more hours. We have to get your meds, John."

John groaned and leaned his head back on the headrest. "God, you really know how to kill a mood. I need you more than I need the medicine, Ran."

Randy slowed the car down at the next stop light and looked over at John. "I promise you when we get home I will do anything you need but I really want you to start taking this medication, John. Just do it for my peace of mind, please."

John opened his eyes slowly and met Randy's concerned ones. "Fine, but I will be holding you to your promise."

Randy smiled and turned away, leading the car forward. "I'm sure you will."

Days later John had accepted what his life had now become. If he had thought his husband was anal before, he had thought wrong. Randy woke him up every morning to take his medication then dragged him to a new and improved workout he had come up with on the advice of their doctor, monitored every bite of food he put in his mouth and allowed no one to tell him anything he deemed even a bit stressful. It had turned something he enjoyed immensely, being home with Randy, into something that he wanted to run away from. There was no doubt how much he loved the younger man and it was obvious how much Randy loved him, but he was driving him crazy. Being on the road for a couple of days without him would actually be a blessing right about now. Even though, knowing his husband as well as he did, he had most likely already told someone about John's condition so he could be monitored even on the road without knowing it.

On their final morning at home, miraculously, John awoke before Randy. He looked over at the sleeping man and smiled, happy that the dark circles and frown that had become a part of his face since their doctor's visit, were now receding. He climbed off the bed and walked over to the window, not bothering to put on any of the clothes he and Randy had hastily discarded in their frenzied lovemaking the night before. John stood in front of the window, adjusting the heating unit to warm the room some more as Randy slowly awoke behind him. His lips curved into a smirk as he stared at John.

"What the hell are you doing naked in front of the window, John? You're showing off my goods to the whole community."

John laughed and tugged the curtains closed. He turned back to Randy and looked down at his slowly rising erection. "Oh, so this is yours now?"

Randy raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Damn right it's mine. It's been mine for a long time now. Am I wrong?"

John crawled into bed with Randy, pushing the blankets down to the foot of the bed. He slid next to Randy and wrapped his arms around him. "Yeah, babe. It's yours." He slid his hand down Randy's body to his already hard cock and gripped it in his fist. "And this is mine." He ran a finger through the crack of Randy's ass. His voice dropped to a husky growl. "This here is mine, too. You belong to me, Randy. You are all mine. No one else will ever touch you."

"Don't you think the ring is enough to let people know? Or do you think I need to get 'Property of John Cena' tattooed on my forehead…or my dick?" Randy smirk grew as he looked into John's eyes.

"Smart ass," John laughed.

Randy laughed and put his hand around the back of John's neck and pulled him closer. "I love you, Johnny." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "And I love it when you get all growly and possessive."

"I love you, too, baby."

John grabbed Randy's leg and hooked it over his, giving him access to all of Randy's body. John quickly grabbed a bottle of lube from the table next to their bed and poured some of the slick liquid over his fingers. He rubbed his slick fingers into Randy's crack, slipping a finger inside and making his husband moan.

John kissed Randy deeply while his fingers expertly manipulated Randy's sphincter, preparing him to take his hardened member, already starting to drip and ache with need.

Randy broke the kiss and took a breath. "I want you, Johnny."

Once John was satisfied that Randy was stretched and ready, John moved on top of the younger man. Randy's legs spread and cradled John's big body between his thighs. He pulled his legs back, opening himself for his man.

John pushed his cock down and ran it down Randy's crack. When the slippery head reached his hole, John gave a push forward. His cock popped through Randy's tight muscular ring and then sunk inside. So soft and so warm, Randy's hole stretched and enclosed his cock like a glove.

John rested his weight on his forearms, and cradled Randy's head in his hands. Randy's hands rested against John's chest while his legs locked around his hips.

"Move, John," Randy begged. "Please."

John nodded, his eyes drifting shut. "Ran, you feel so good, baby."

Randy grabbed John's waist and pulled him forward, urging him to move in deeper. John started out slow, then gradually moving in longer strokes until he was giving Randy his full length.

John changed up his angle until he found Randy's prostate. When he hit the sensitive nerves, Randy's body shuddered and he let out a slow groan and his head rolled from side to side. John kept up the slow and steady rhythm with his hips. Randy's hands slid up and down John's chest and stomach, back around his back up to his wide shoulders.

John made sure to hit Randy's prostate with each thrust. Randy's body trembled beneath John's as he arched his back up, pushing his throbbing dick against John's pumping body.

John leaned his head down and pressed his lips to Randy's. Randy eagerly met the kiss, sucking on John's tongue and stroking it with his own.

All the while John kept up the slow and steady rhythm. Each snap of his hips was slow and sure, gradually building both men up to what was going to be an explosive climax. John spit into the palm of his hand and pressed it between their bodies. He grabbed Randy's dick in his fist and gripped it tight. His mouth moved to Randy's neck and he sucked hard, purposely marking Randy's neck down to his collarbone, relishing in Randy's whimpers.

Randy gasped and bucked his hips, trying to pump into John's hand while pushing back onto John's cock. "Oh god, John... Just like that," he moaned quietly. "Don't stop, baby. It feels so good."

"Ran," John grunted. "Come with me, baby."

Randy's back arched up and he dug his heels into John's muscular back. "I'm coming, John." He couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy.

As Randy writhed beneath him, scratching his nails into John's back, the older man continued thrusting, his cries matching Randy's as he came into him, filling him completely.

John collapsed on top of Randy, kissing him slowly and leisurely until he finally rolled over. "Wow. I gotta admit, baby, of all your ways to keep my blood pressure regular, this one is your best. You can do this anytime you want."

Randy laughed softly, turning over towards John's body. "I like that idea." He ran his fingers over his neck, feeling the tender skin. "Did you give me a fucking hickey?"

John smiled and nuzzled into Randy's neck over the red bruises. He flicked his tongue over the most prominent one and planted a kiss there. "Maybe a little one,"

"Yeah, right, 'a little one'. I guess I should be happy. Unlike the forehead or dick tattoo, the hickey will fade away eventually." Randy rolled his eyes and turned his body over.

John grunted. "Hmm, I didn't think of that. I guess I'll just have to make more of them." He reached for Randy's hip and pulled him over, his lips reaching for the younger man's neck once more.

Randy laughed as he bunched up his shoulder and squirmed away from John's mouth. "You're lucky I love you,"

The month quickly passed and after the next visit to Doctor Johnson's office John's health had taken a turn for the better. It was welcome news to Doctor Johnson, Randy and especially John. His goal was for things to get back to normal. There should not be daily doctor phone calls in his house and his husband should not be hovering over him…unless it was in bed. Just when John thought he could take no more, Doctor Johnson had given him the great news. His blood pressure had regulated and everything else health related was fine. The medication would stay for a couple more months just as a precaution but it was no cause for alarm.

For the first time in months the Raw and Smackdown rosters were spending the day together. Most of the rosters were scheduled to spend the day at a joint Make-a-Wish and Adopt America charity event and a WWE supershow that night. It was not only a chance for the men and women of the WWE to make a difference in two amazing charities but it was a chance for those who didn't see each other often to spend time together.

John was thrilled. He enjoyed his charity appearances, especially when they had anything to do with children. His love for children had always been something present in his life but it intensified when Alanna came into his life. Randy, however, was anything but thrilled. He had stayed true to his word and been cigarette free for the past 30 days now. The worry of John's health had distracted his mind for the bulk of that time but now that he knew John was OK, all he could think of was smoking again. He was fighting it, though and if anyone could be stubborn about something, it was Randy Orton.

"Johnny!"

John was snapped from his thoughts with the always cheerful voice of Cody Rhodes. He smiled happily and hugged the younger man. "Hey, Codes! God, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

Cody eagerly returned the hug and nodded. "I know! It's been weeks. How are you feeling?"

"Fine." John slowly frowned. "Why? Did Randy tell you?"

Cody averted his eyes and looked around the crowded conference room. "Tell me what? He said nothing about anything."

"You're such a shitty liar, Cody, but I still love you." John laughed and shook his head. "I'm fine, kiddo. It's not like I have a disease. It was just a momentary worry but I took care of it."

"Of course you did. You're like our superhero." Cody laughed and looked around the room, his eyes immediately brightening when he spotted his longtime boyfriend, Ted Dibiase. "Teddy! Where did you go?"

Ted sighed and walked over to Cody, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Someone needed a new box of Nicorette patches. He was two minutes from RKO'ing some guy in the parking lot just for looking at his car so I took him down the block to some drug store." He smiled over at John and pointed to a door a few feet away from them. "He's in the bathroom, John."

John smiled in thanks at Ted and walked over to the bathroom, smiling at some of the people gathered around. He pushed open the door to the room and scanned it for his husband.

"Ran, you in here?"

A stall door slammed open and an irate Randy stepped out, a small piece of paper clutched in his hand. "Can you put this shit on for me? I can't get the fucking wrapper off and I'm two seconds from ripping it in half."

John hid back a smile as he crossed the room over to Randy. He took the patch from his hand and easily unwrapped it. "Unbutton your shirt a little, baby."

Randy sighed and undid the top buttons of his dress shirt, enough for John to press the nicotine patch on the skin of his upper arm. He closed his eyes and tried to relax his body. Having a cigarette was usually the way he did that but he was determined not to give in to his desire. Whenever he thought he would give in he remembered the fear he felt when he'd thought something was wrong with John and the temptation faded. Tonight, though, it was driving him crazy and was harder to resist. Randy hated events like this…well, anything with a crowd, really. He was just meant to be a presence, though. John would be the star of the show as he usually was in most WWE appearances. Sure, some of the other superstars would speak but John would be the leader. Randy was completely fine with it. He knew he would enjoy the night. Events for children held a soft spot in his heart; even more since he became a dad and realized he wanted more children in the future. He would do anything he could to meet the goal the two foundations had set for the event…as long as he didn't have to speak. The stress of ensuring the event would go well and the hordes of people speaking to him and pulling him in different directions combined with his nicotine withdrawal almost made him snap. He had retreated outside for a few minutes of air and almost punched a man who asked him a question about his car. Thankfully, Ted had pulled up at that moment and steered him away.

"Better?"

Randy opened his eyes and smiled at John. "Better. I swear I'll get over these mood swings soon."

John rolled his eyes and laughed. "I doubt it but you can try."

Randy smirked and fixed his shirt, ignoring John's comment. The older man moved forward and swatted Randy's hands away, taking over the task of fixing Randy's tie himself.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. One month and going strong. It will get better. Just keep up with the patch and one day you'll realize you no longer need it."

Randy smiled and nodded. "I know; you're right." He took a deep breath. "We should get out there. The faster we do, the faster the night will end, right?"

John laughed and gave Randy's hand a squeeze before pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Always my antisocial lover…"

The men walked out into the crowded conference room and John was instantly swept away by the Board Members of the 2 charities in attendance. He was quickly joined by Vince McMahon and other members of the WWE board. Randy watched John with pride in his eyes. It was amazing to him how at ease John was in these situations. He always knew the right things to say and was never bothered by the questions and requests. It was obvious the older man enjoyed his work and using his position to help anyone he could.

"Is it safe to talk to you now? You damn near pushed me away from you when me and Teddy drove up."

Randy turned to meet Cody's sorrow filled eyes. "Codes, I'm sorry. I just needed my patch and…whatever, it's not an excuse. I'm sorry, OK."

Cody quickly smiled and nodded. "Don't worry; I know when crazy Randy pops up I'm just supposed to ignore him. I'm so happy you quit smoking, Ran!"

Randy nodded. "Me, too." He turned his eyes back to John, who raised his at the same time. The older man discreetly winked at him before turning back to his conversation. "Is it terrible I wanna go home?"

Cody shook his head. "No, it's not terrible; it's just you being you." He smiled at Randy before playfully nudging him. "Come on, grump. This event is to help kids and I know behind that cold glare there's an incredibly warm heart that loves kids. Let's get some food. That might help, right?"

Randy nodded and followed Cody to the large banquet table set up in the back of the room. His eyes turned to look for Ted when suddenly 2 children ran in front of him, making him stumble. Randy reached an arm out and caught Cody's shoulder to steady himself and not fall on top of the children, who continued on running, oblivious to Randy.

"Whoa, you OK?" Cody shook his head as he watched the kids run off. "See, that's why I don't think I can have kids. They never stay still."

Randy laughed and shook his head. "They're just being kids. This has to be boring for them. It was only a matter of time before they found a way to entertain themselves." He shrugged and pulled Cody towards the food. "Come on, I'm hungry."

They had only taken a few steps when a tug on Randy's jacket stopped him once more. He looked down and his eyes widened when he saw a small boy standing in front of him. His deep blue eyes stared into Randy's and he hesitantly smiled.

"I'm sorry about my friends running. I told them not to do that."

Randy smiled and shook his head. "It's OK. I'm fine."

The small boy's smile widened and dimples peeked out of his cheeks. "Still, I'm gonna tell them again not to do it. They almost made you fall!" He waved and quickly ran off after his friends. Randy smiled as he watched him catch up to them and stop them in their tracks.

"Wow, look at that."

Randy turned to watch Cody also looking at the small boy with a smile on his face. "Look at what?"

Cody motioned to the boy, who was still talking, or lecturing it seemed, his friends on the dangers of running in crowds. "He's kind of acting like I would imagine Johnny acted at that age. Don't you see it?" He laughed softly and shook his head. "I can see it. I just know John was the 5 year old running around telling all the other kids how to behave."

Randy smiled and turned back to look at the small boy who had succeeded in getting his friends to walk instead of run. They walked around the group of superstars and other WWE employees, shaking hands with the adults who fawned over the children they knew were part of the foundations there that evening. As if sensing Randy's stare, the boy looked over at him once more and smiled, his dimples deepening.

"Ran, are you gonna eat or what?" Randy turned back over to Cody, who stood beside him with a plate loaded with food and watched him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I am. I just got distracted…" He trailed off to look back into the crowd and was saddened to see the small boy had disappeared. Randy frowned at the strange feeling and turned towards the food. "I'm starving. This is what happens when you quit smoking."

Cody nodded. "But since you're aware of that side effect you can make sure you follow your diet, right?" He turned around and scanned the room. "I wonder where Ted disappeared to. I want us all to eat together. I wish we could pull John away from his adoring fans…oh, look at that! John found his mini me, too!"

Randy turned around and frowned at Cody's comment. "What? Who did John find?"

Cody smiled and pointed into the crowd. "The little boy…the lecturer. John found him, too."

Randy followed Cody's finger into the crowd and finally spotted John. The older man was bent over, his face lit up by a smile, as he talked to the same boy Randy had just met. The child's face was luminous as he talked to John, fascinated he could hold the man's attention. John's laugh carried over the crowd as they spoke, the boy's mixing in and blending perfectly. Randy watched them unblinkingly, unaware of the huge smile that spread on his face as well.