a/n: there was a call for the story to be continued so I've turned it into a four part story. Hope you all enjoy
June 6, 2005
"John, I hope you're happy here on Raw. You and Randy have a good future with the company and I see both of you becoming the headliners," Vince said shaking John's hand as their meeting ended.
"Thanks Mr McMahon," John said politely. "I'll do my very best."
"You always do, John. I'm glad you had the courage to ask for the change," Vince said smiling as John excused himself and headed toward the locker room where his husband was waiting.
Randy was still recuperating from his recent shoulder injury but he had come along with John today since they were in St Louis. John and Randy had moved to Missouri in the last year, both needing a change from West Newbury. Since they were both earning more, they decided to hold on to their home in Massachusetts so they could move between the two whenever they wanted a change.
When he reached the locker room, Randy had his back to the door while he spoke to Dave. Even though Evolution had disbanded the pair still stayed close and spent time together on the road. John was grateful Randy had good friends while they were apart, hating to think he was spending time alone.
He quietly made his way across the room and just as he was about to sneak his arms around Randy's waist, the object of his desire turned his head with a sly grin.
"Hey cutie," Randy said holding out his hand for John. John readily accepted the gesture and Randy pulled him into his body, kissing the palm of his hand as he did so. "How was the meeting with Vince?"
"Good. Mr McMahon said he going to be pushing both of us and thinks we both have a bright future with the company," John explained. "Hey Dave."
"John," Dave nodded his acknowledgement.
"He also said he was happy I asked for the transfer," John commented turning back to Randy.
"Mmm, so am I," Randy said focusing solely on John. "Think of it. No more sleeping in empty beds. You get me every night, cutie."
John's brow scrunched up and he quickly pulled out his cell phone.
"What are you doing?"
"I've got to let the boys in the Smackdown locker room I'm no longer available," John said. "The husband's claiming his property."
"Please, cutie," Randy said grabbing his ass with both hands. "I claimed it years ago."
"That you sure did, sugar," John said pushing up the short distance and claiming his lips.
"Can you at least wait until I'm out of the room?" Dave said pulling a disgusted look.
"Don't bother leaving," Randy said not looking away from John's eyes. "I'm taking him home. I want a bed to lay him down on."
"I don't need the details," Dave chastised.
Randy practically pushed John back through the arena, kissing him continuously, grabbing at his clothes, hardly able to contain himself. John may have been the one to voice his concerns over their weekly separation but Randy always hurt when they said goodbye each week.
It was even worse when they would go on international tours, two weeks apart was excruciating for both of them. Today saw the end of that. Finally, the pair were able to spend every day together, something that every couple should be able to do.
When they reached the open air of the parking lot, Randy couldn't hold out any longer and hoisted John up over his shoulder and carried him to their car. He'd felt it before, but with John in the position he was, Randy could feel just how hard John was as it pressed into his shoulder.
"Sugar, be careful, I don't want you to hurt your shoulder," John said sounding concerned, even though Randy could tell he was still smiling his dimpled smile.
"I should be offended you can't remember which shoulder I hurt," Randy said swatting John's butt.
"Oh I remember, sugar," John chuckled. "I just don't want you hurting this one and spending even more time away from me."
Randy lowered him to the ground and pushed him hard into the side of their hummer.
"One more week," Randy said reaching his hand out and caressing John's cheek. He couldn't resist stealing a kiss from John and although he only meant it to be a small peck on the lips, John held on to him and the kiss soon turned into a desperate need for one another.
"Ran, sugar, I don't want to drive home. It's a twenty minute drive from here," John complained sadly.
"Cutie, we have to. We could get caught here," Randy said already looking around, suddenly aware they were still in the parking lot.
"Two years ago it didn't bother you to drag me into a shopping mall restroom and fuck me," John said shocking Randy with his language. The only time John ever swore was when he was heading to his orgasm.
"You were upset, cutie," Randy justified his actions. "I reckon I let loose the exhibitionist inside you."
"You regret it?"
"Hell no," Randy said recalling some of their adventures over the last couple of years. "But my colleagues weren't free to walk by at any moment."
Randy watched as John was trying his hardest not to break into laughter at his admission. Randy, regardless of their recent adventures, wasn't one for getting caught and John was the one who usually started the moments. It was the puppy dog eyes that would always do it for Randy. He could never say no to his husband.
"Fine, but if we get caught, it's on you," Randy said, eyeing up his husband with a tight smile. Although the idea of getting caught wasn't his biggest turn on; John was and it was all he ever needed.
He pulled John to the rear of their hummer and opened the door, indicating for John to climb in. With a puzzled look, his husband of three years did as requested and Randy climbed in behind and closed the door. At least they had blacked out windows.
As soon as the door closed, John was tearing at Randy's clothes, pulling him in by the belt loops on his jeans. Randy didn't fight him; he pushed in as close as he could to John and laid him on his back, kissing him. He let John lead the kisses, going from soft and sensuous to hard and desperate, matching their bodies.
"Bet you're glad we ditched the old furniture now," Randy teased, popping open John's flies.
"Know it all," John teased rolling his eyes as Randy's hands slipped under his clothing. "Mmm, sugar."
"Feel good?" Randy asked as he took hold of John's member with one hand and pushed his shirt up with the other.
John pulled him in to resume kissing; only breaking to take their shirts off. Soon enough John was naked underneath Randy, who, still wearing his jeans, started grinding onto John's hips. John was clawing at Randy's back trying to get him closer.
"Cutie…" Randy breathed.
"Need… need you in me," John panted.
Randy swore a little and pulled off John scrambling to the front of the car. Opening up the glove compartment he fumbled around trying to find their stash. He eventually landed his hands on the bottle and slid back toward his husband, still lying in the same position he left him in.
"Slut," Randy smirked when he saw John slowly stroking himself in Randy's absence.
"Quickly, sugar," John prompted and Randy poured some lube onto his fingers. He captured John's lips in a hard kiss and he pressed two fingers in fast, knowing his husband could take it. Usually he would take his time but since John had woken up horny they'd already gone at it a few times before leaving the bedroom.
"Fuck… yes… sugar," John writhed on Randy's fingers wishing for more. "Another one… please."
"Promise not to cum until I fucked you good and proper," Randy said with an evil tone, though the smile was the polar opposite as he looked on as his lover enjoyed the sensations running through him.
"Promise," John breathed. "Please."
Randy eased a third finger into his lover and pumped his fingers, enjoying the tightness of his lover as his muscles clamped down around him. Randy knew that John wasn't going to last much longer, his happiness at being together was getting the best of him. As he pumped his fingers, he purposely missed the sweet bundle nerves inside John which would send him over the edge into bliss.
Leaning down he took John's lips with his, keeping his moans quiet. He would never get enough of John. Just the taste of his lips would keep him coming back, but beyond that, Randy knew the pair of them fit together, balancing out each other to make them a perfect couple. At least in his eyes and John's as well. He didn't care beyond their opinions.
As they kissed, soft and sensuous, John wrapped his legs around Randy's waist and started pushing his jeans down with his feet, letting his hard cock loose from its confines.
"Now sugar… I want you now," John moaned lightly between their kissing.
Randy didn't acknowledge the request with words; he just pulled his fingers out, stroked his cock with a little lube and then lined himself up with John's entrance, pressing in just slightly. He braced himself with his hands on either side of John's head and pushed in with one slow thrust and as soon as he was tight within him, John wrapped his arms around Randy's back.
Randy lowered himself down onto John and his gorgeous husband led him into another kiss. Randy took the hint of what John was looking for and rocked his hips against John, his hard cock barely moving out of John's body. He would do absolutely anything for John and right now that meant taking it nice and slow.
They were both still at the point of no return within mere minutes, but Randy was doing everything he could to help them last, avoiding that spot that would push John over the edge.
"Sugar… can't… can't last much longer," John panted.
Randy caught on to what he wanted and he started rocking harder against John, pushing into him with more force, getting them both to the edge to they could go together.
"Take me with you, cutie," Randy whispered his forehead resting against John's. He changed the angle of his thrusts so he was brushing against John's spot and John clamped his muscles tight around Randy's hard cock. "Ohhh… fuck, yes."
"Randy… oh god, yes… Raaannndddy," John cried as he fell into bliss, his seed shooting between their bodies. The additional tightness of John's walls was enough for Randy and he followed John over the edge, crying his name as he shot his load inside John.
He collapsed against John's chest and felt his arms wrap around him, stroking his fingers down Randy's neck and across his shoulders as his racing heart calmed down.
John shifted so he was sat up against the side of the hummer and he dragged Randy so he was leant against his chest as he sat between his legs. He started needing Randy's shoulder muscles, not wishing to see his husband set back in his recovery.
"We may need to make a rule about no sex at work," Randy mused, enjoying John's touches.
"Well, since we're be seeing each other every day I won't be so horny; let's face it we'll be having sex most nights," John joked.
"Please, the more sex you get, the hornier you are," Randy retorted tilting his head back to look up at John with a smile.
A week later, Binghamton, New York
"Here we go, cutie," Randy said as they headed into the arena. "You and me on the road together. Reckon they'll have us work together?"
John was beaming, his dimples on full show as he slinked his arm around Randy's waist, resting his head on Randy's shoulder. He didn't need to say a word for Randy to know how he felt. This was something they'd been looking forward to almost since the beginning of their time with WWE.
As they entered the arena, they checked the listings for the locker rooms and they spotted John almost immediately. They continued perusing the list trying to spot Randy but with no luck. Randy shrugged it off presuming it had been a miscommunication regarding his return date. It didn't bother him; he could just share with John, his champion, his husband.
They worked their way through the corridors of the arena toward the designated locker room and just as they were about to enter they were stopped by a call of their name, causing them to both look round.
"I mean, Randy. Not you John," Vince said, ushering Randy toward him.
"I won't be long, save me a seat," Randy said kissing John quickly, winking at him before he went to see Vince.
Randy followed Vince through to his office and took the seat offered to him.
"Randy, I appreciate you wanting to support John, but I can't have you turning up at Raw every week," Vince instructed.
"What are you on about? I'm here to work," Randy said confused, though the mess up with the locker room was making more sense. The crew wouldn't get it right if the boss forgot when he was returning. "We agreed I was making my return this week."
"We did," Vince said in agreement. "But it's not here on Raw. We agreed you were going to Smackdown."
"What?" Randy bellowed. He didn't agree to this. He wouldn't. Not with John finally on Raw. They were finally getting to spend more time together. Finally able to have a proper marriage rather than squeezed into few days each week. "You're kidding, right?"
"Like I said to John last week, you both have a great future here, but in order to give you both a push, with John requesting to be on Raw, I need you on Smackdown," Vince said with a shrug.
Randy couldn't believe his boss. His nonchalant attitude toward his actions was unbelievable. He knew what he was doing, knew why John wanted to be on Raw. Right now, he hated the man. As far as he was concerned he would hate him throughout eternity.
He stood from the chair he sat in and headed to the door. He needed to be away from the man. Randy was so mad he could hit Vince harder than he'd ever hit before. How was he supposed to tell John that they were no better off than two weeks ago? Everything was falling apart. He just hoped John and he could keep going with their previous arrangement and it didn't have a negative effect.
Randy knew there was only so much distance a marriage could take. Yes, they fit perfectly together. They were each other's Yin and Yan, but when you only had three days a week at home together it didn't encourage a good marriage. Sure, people would say it was more than other couples got, but when you travel as much as John and Randy did then the time was eaten away quickly.
Whoever arrived home first sorted through the mail. As soon as the other made it back, they were going at it like newlyweds before hitting the sack and sleeping for near to a whole day. When they woke they had a house to sort out and washing to be done before they started thinking about getting ready for the next week's travelling. That was the schedule they lived by.
At least, it was if neither had any autograph signings or any other appearances they were expected to be at. Some weeks they were lucky to even get half a day together, and that was usually spent having sex. Randy often worried what would happen if it kept up, but when Vince agreed to move John to Raw his concern disappeared. Now, it reappeared like a freight train, threatening to tear them apart.
"Orton," Vince called, stopping his slow journey down the hall. "You can tell your boyf-"
"Husband."
"Whatever; you can tell him, his work comes first; then his personal life," Vince sneered at the taller man. "I never want either of you to be so selfish again."
Randy took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders, his eyes shooting daggers at Vince's retreating figure. When the older man was out of sight, Randy sighed deeply. Now he had to tell John.
"Hey sugar," John said breaking him from his reverie, pushing up onto his toes to plant a quick kiss on Randy's lips.
"Cutie," Randy said, sure his sadness was showing through. "Can we go someplace to talk?"
A/N: Hope you all enjoyed. Please review :)