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June 5, 2006 Very Early Morning
"Cutie, did you pack my shaver before we left?" Randy asked as John spread out on the bed, his arm flung over Randy's body.
"Yeah, I put it in your bag," John mumbled into the pillow.
"I think I wore you out," Randy chuckled, rolling over to place a kiss on the back of John's shoulder. "Proves that I'm ready to get back to work. I have far too much energy."
"Doesn't mean your ankle's better."
"No, the fact I carried you from the door to the bed means it's healed," Randy said trying to soothe John. Ever since his ankle was injured a couple of months ago, John was protective and nurturing. At every stage he made sure Randy had everything he needed or wanted.
The last two months had been bliss, like every time he was on the injured list. Randy even went as far as joking that he got injured so they could spend time together. The first time he made the comment, John had overreacted, telling him off for his blasé attitude. There was no need for such comments and if the wrong person heard, Randy could end up in trouble with management. And that was the last thing they needed; even Randy admitted to that.
Ever since a year ago when Vince had made his point about business before pleasure, John had done everything he could to become a model employee. So much so in fact they'd ended up in countless arguments. Randy even remembered one occasion when John made it home between his mountain of appearances and radio interviews the argument had been so bad that Randy left. He stormed away from John hoping it would scare him into realisation, but no such luck.
After the second night of falling asleep in his parent's house, Randy left for the Smackdown tour, stopping by their home to collect what he needed for the road. He wasn't ashamed to say he ended up in tears when he realised John had already left for his tour without even a note goodbye.
The week went by without a word from John and Randy, too stubborn to give in, refused to contact him. When he returned to St Louis he noticed John had been home and already left. With his marriage failing, Randy hid in bed for the night, curling into John's pillow, missing his husband.
The next morning he couldn't take anymore. He jumped on the computer to check John's schedule, and headed out to find him. He wasn't about to let his marriage go down in flames. He was going to prove to John they were meant to be and could overcome anything life through at them.
John had been surprised to find Randy waiting for him outside the radio station. The conversation was awkward to begin with, especially since John was being followed everywhere by people trying to organise his schedule and do interviews on the fly. When John pulled out his cell phone and started making a phone call half way through their conversation, Randy threw his hands up in the air and went to walk away.
John grabbed his wrist firmly, not letting his escape. As Randy heard his conversation, a smile broke out on his face. John booked a table at a restaurant in town, or at least asked his assistant to, insisting on complete privacy and a candlelit setting.
Randy had never been so happy since the day John agreed to marry him, it was their first date night in years. Randy spent some time getting buff for his partner as he continued through his scheduled activities for the day. The meal was amazing, and the pair talked through their issues calmly, letting each other know their concerns.
Randy convinced John he wasn't going to get fired for saying no to Vince on the odd occasion. Regardless of Vince's words and idle threats, many a superstar and diva had families; they weren't to be treated differently. John admitted he was scared about Vince's threat. It was his company, if he wanted them gone; all he had to do was say the word and it would happen.
Their make-up session afterward was amazing and Randy swore John had missed spending so much time in bed. He was pretty sure the neighbouring rooms heard his moaning considering the looks they received the next morning as they left.
In the aftermath of the marathon sex session, the pair decided they missed West Newbury and over the next few weeks whenever they were home, the pair packed up and arranged for their belongings to be moved over to Massachusetts. One thing they both agreed, the travelling never seemed so bad when they were based in West Newbury.
"Why did you go quiet on me?" John asked.
"Hmmm," Randy said turning his head to look at John.
"You went all distant and quiet on me," John said, crawling on top of Randy to rest his head on his shoulder.
"I was drifting into memory, sorry cutie," Randy said brushing his lips against the top of John's head. "Are you alright? You've been quiet since I wore you out."
"P-lease, I could go another five rounds," John said, his lips sliding into a smirk resembling Randy's.
"Careful, cutie, with that arrogance people will be saying you're turning into me," Randy said. "Now answer my question."
John sighed but didn't answer. Randy knew he should be coaxing him into answering but he knew John was too relaxed to put up a fight. He was going to admit it any second, especially with that sigh.
"I don't want you to go back to Smackdown," John said.
Ahhh, the age old issue. Randy hated it as much as John, but it had been a necessity… or a demand from their boss. He would do whatever he could to keep his husband happy, but this was the one thing he struggled with. It was easier said than done to persuade Vince to do something he didn't want to do.
"I know, I don't want to go back either," Randy said pulling John further on top of him so he could hold him closer. "Just think though. You won't need to see my ugly mug every day."
"I like your ugly mug," John said.
"'Ran, sugar, you're not ugly, you're gorgeous, drop dead sexy even'," Randy said mimicking John.
"Egomaniac."
"Thug."
"Damn straight," John said pushing up to hover over Randy. "I'm the thug and you're my bitch."
"If I'm the bitch," he said flipping John onto his back, quicker than John anticipated. "Why is it you spread your legs for me?"
"Because you're gorgeous, and your drop dead sexy body gets me all hot and bothered," John said as his hands glided up Randy's chest, wrapping around his neck.
Randy kissed him gently as he held himself above John. Their eyes locked lovingly, making sweet love with their eyes as they conveyed just how much they loved one another.
"It's going to be okay, cutie," Randy said kissing him gently once more. "I'm okay. We're better than we've ever been. And I'm only a phone call away when you need to talk."
"Promise me," John pleaded.
"I promise. I won't even tease you if you need to give me a call because you're horny," Randy said, stopping John's complaint before it made it passed his lips. The kiss stayed gentle as Randy conveyed his love for John. Everything was going to be okay. He felt it more than ever. "Go to sleep cutie. I've already kept you awake long enough."
"I love you, sugar," John said pulling Randy to him so he was curled up behind him.
"Love you, too."
"Why did you want your shaver?" John asked just as they were drifting off the sleep.
"The usual reason, cutie," Randy said with a soft smile.
"It's two in the morning, sugar."
"Hence me not getting up and having a shave. I just want it ready for when we get up," Randy said his smile growing even more. "Now go to sleep before I knock you out."
June 5, 2006 Monday Night Raw
Everything was just perfect… not. ECW guys are tough, no denying the fact, but John was trying to make the gradual move over to a PG show for WWE. This was a set back and appearing at One Night Only was going to be an even bigger set back.
As he walked through the curtain at gorilla, John immediately started looking around for Randy. He would be there; he knew it, checking him over. Randy had the most protective soul he'd ever known and as soon as he was aware of John's head being cut open he would be on the war path.
So why wasn't he here?
"John, you alright?" Paul said as he walked passed, John's eyes distant.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a cut," John said still looking around the small area. "Have you seen Randy?"
"No. Not since I saw you both earlier," Paul said, a knowing grin appearing on his face. "He's probably hunting down the ECW crew for doing that to you."
"I usually have the chance to calm him down first," John said, worry filling his mind. It wasn't like Randy to check up on him first.
He made his way to the doctor's office to get checked over. He felt absolutely fine, but it was standard procedure to get it checked out just in case he needed staples. Though it was highly unlikely, John was a stickler for the rules. He was also hoping Randy would be meeting him there.
As he opened the door, his heart sank, still no Randy. He sat getting checked over, trying to work out where his husband was. He didn't know whether to be upset Randy hadn't searched him out, or worried because of it. It was so unlike Randy, John was concerned something had happened to him.
"You're free to go," the doctor said interrupting his thoughts. "If you're still spacing out after you find your husband I'd like you to come back."
"Sounds good," John said already heading for the door. He wanted to get back to the locker room. Randy had to be there, having not seen his segment. But even that wasn't like Randy. John was really starting to panic at Randy's absence. It just wasn't like him.
He almost ran to the locker room, desperate to see Randy. He almost wanted Randy to lose his temper and hunt down the ECW boys, just so he knew he was concerned. His lack of appearance was making John uneasy. Making him feel the same way he did when they'd argued and almost separated earlier in the year.
As he entered the room, he stopped in his tracks, looking around the room, trying to search out his husband.
"He's not here at the moment," Paul Wight said spotting John's lost expression. "He said to tell you he'll be back before the end of the show."
"What's he doing? He didn't say anything about needing to go anywhere," John said, lost that his husband had left without speaking with him. They always watched each other when they were on television. It was there way of feeling like they'd seen each other even if they weren't in the same state. John knew they were together but it didn't usually stop Randy from watching.
"I'm sorry John. I'm just a messenger," Paul said, though there was a sympathetic look from him as he spoke. John wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Why would he be sympathising with John? Was it just because he could empathise being separated from his partner, or was it because he knew something John didn't. Was Randy up to something he shouldn't be?
"Don't think on it," Paul said, placing his large hand on John's shoulder as he went by. "Sit. Relax, and watch the show. You work too hard John."
"Yeah, I guess," John said heading to the alcove where he put his belongings. He kept an eye on the monitor as he dug through his bag looking for his shower gel. At least he could have a shower if Randy had disappeared. When he couldn't find it, he decided to look through Randy's bag, knowing sometimes he packed things in the wrong one. Why his parents thought it was a good idea to have matching bags he didn't know. Saying that of course, they didn't need to use them. It wasn't like they'd know.
"Randal, where is your bag?" he asked himself as he looked around. The only thing of Randy's he could find was his zip up hoodie. "Now I am starting to worry."
Settling down onto one of the chairs, he tried not to think about where his husband had disappeared. He couldn't stop the thoughts working their way into his brain and before long he was pulling out his cell phone to call Randy. Voicemail. Five minutes later, voicemail again.
"Ran, sugar, when you get this can you call me, I'm lonely… and worried," John said leaving a message. "Love you."
Trying once again to settle down in front of the screen, he watched Kurt Angle make his way down to ringside. The long-time professional was spouting off about being from SmackDown, but didn't want to miss a chance at being in Pittsburgh. John was only half paying attention, even though he knew it were an accident, he couldn't help but hold a little resentment toward Kurt. After all, Kurt was the one who injured Randy.
Soon enough, Mick, Edge and Lita were making their appearances and helping to set the scene for the One Night Stand pay per view. WWE had decided to run the event from the old Hammerstein Ballroom where some of the original ECW shows were held. It was good idea and it was promoting the return of the brand, though this time under WWE control.
John was sorting through his belongings as the four of them went back and forth in the ring. It was only when there was a spurt of cheers coming from the fans that John looked up. And it was a good job he did; jumping over the barricade and into the ring was Randy. Randy made a beeline for Kurt and hit him with the RKO.
As John sat there in his chair, he stared at the monitor. Randy… in the ring… on Raw… what the hell was happening? He jumped up from his chair and ran down the corridors heading to Gorilla. He was going to find Randy, kiss him, and then demand to know why he kept it a secret.
Just as he got there, Randy was coming back through the curtain, catching John with his all-knowing smirk.
"Hey, Orton, something you want to tell me," Randy called to John as he stood, his arms spread out like he did in the ring.
"Actually, yeah, there is," John said walking up to him, trailing his fingers over his husband's body. "You have my shower gel in your bag."
"Gee, you looked good out there as well, until you got all bloody anyway," Randy said tilting John's head to the side. "You okay, cutie? I couldn't come and check on you without giving the game away."
"I'm okay, no stitches, glue or staples required."
"Good. Now I need to find those ECW punks," Randy said looking over John's shoulder toward the backstage area.
"Orton, need you for an interview," the call came before they had time to say anything further.
"Which one?" Randy responded, knowing full well it was him they needed. He kissed John quickly and headed toward the interview area, feeling John's eyes on him from behind. "Eyes up Orton."
"Just checking out my husband," John retorted, smiling.
"You can spend all the time in the world checking me out when we get back to the hotel," Randy said, receiving grimaces from those setting up the interview. They didn't have an issue with the pair being married. They just didn't need to know the details.
"You have to head off, so we can't," John said deflating at the thought.
A huge grin spreads across Randy's face, but disappears instantly when the cameras start rolling. He quickly accepts Kurt's open challenge for One Night Stand this coming Sunday and the interview is done and dusted in one take. John was beaming with pride, Randy was the ultimate professional. At least when it came to actually working. He just sometimes got carried away with his behaviour.
As soon as they're done, Randy heads straight for John kissing him hard, "No I don't."
John sat for a moment taking in what Randy was talking about. He didn't what? What was he going on about? Wait… no… he couldn't mean. John was on his feet in seconds following Randy back to the locker room. Just before they got there he pulled him into a nearby room.
"Are you telling me?"
"I'm telling you," Randy said softly before kissing John. "I spoke with Paul; he's getting more control around here… I asked him to speak with McMahon."
"Why didn't you tell me?" John asked, tears of happiness forming in his eyes.
"Because I didn't want to get your hopes up," Randy said. "Besides I asked him just a month after I went back to SmackDown. I didn't hear anything from him so I figured it wasn't happening. Then, out of the blue, not long after we had that big fight, Paul called me up and said he was working on it, they were just waiting for the right moment."
"Sugar, why?"
"Because it was hurting me to be apart from you; more importantly, it was hurting my husband," Randy said pulling John into him. "I never want to see you hurting again."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Cutie," Randy said holding him near. "So… do I get a massive thank you tonight?"
"How about one right now?"
As soon as John was done showing his thanks, the pair made their way back to the locker room and gathered Randy's belongings. Hoping their colleagues didn't think them rude, they decided to find a quiet room away from everyone and spend some quality time. In the end they made their way to one of the skyboxes and enjoyed the remainder of the show.
John became excited the more he thought about Randy being on the road again, and this time they would be working together. It was finally moving toward a perfect life. He knew he was jinxing them by thinking such a thing but he didn't care. Randy had him in his arms and they were going to be together for the rest of their lives.
When the show ended and the crowds had disappeared, they made their way backstage, receiving an annoyed look from Vince when he saw them. Randy steered John clear of him and they soon took their leave and headed back to the hotel where Randy led John straight to the bed.
He took his time, methodically stripping John of his clothes, lavishing his body with kisses as each piece was removed. Only when John was naked beneath him, did he focus on John's manhood. The hard and eager muscle weeping to be touched and kissed. Randy swallowed him down whole, holding John in his throat for as long as he could, causing his husband to moan at the sensations.
"Oh fuck, sugar, that feels amazing," he whispered, trying not to moan the words pass his lips.
Randy kept up his work, bobbing on John's hard cock, taking him all the way in each time. Just as John was getting a little too close to his completion, Randy pulled away, kissing up John's body before capturing his lips, knowing John would be able to taste himself as their tongues tangled.
"Stay right there," Randy said softly, jumping from the bed and padding out to the suitcases. He opened up one of the pockets and pulled out their favourite bottle of lube. They could probably endorse the product with the amount they go through.
When he turned around to return to John, the muscular man was waiting for him at the door to the bedroom, completely naked and aroused. He walked over to him and kissed him, slipping his tongue into his mouth to taste him again.
"You're wearing too much, Mr Orton," John said as he broke away from the kiss.
"Trust me, that won't be the case for much longer," Randy said, lifting him from the floor and taking him back to bed. He laid him down before stepping back and removing his shirt. When he was stripping, John sat up again, grabbing at Randy's pants, pulling him into his face so he could bury himself in Randy, feeling his hard member on the other side of the fabric.
His hands came up and worked on Randy's zipper, but when he lowered the pants and went to take Randy into his mouth, Randy pushed him away.
"You've already thanked me," Randy said. "Now I want you to enjoy yourself."
"I was about to," John said raising an eyebrow.
"Uh-uh I have a better idea," he said.
Randy climbed onto the bed and sat back against the headboard. John watched him as he poured some lube into his hand and then stroked himself, already feeling the warming sensation of the lube kick in. He crooked his finger at John, silently telling him to come over to him.
"I was enjoying the show," John said moving to straddle Randy.
"Other way," Randy said, catching a grin from John.
Randy quickly spread a little lube around John's entrance, letting him feel the warming gel, before helping to guide John so he was lined up with his cock. John balanced himself before lowering down onto Randy's cock, slowly, enjoying the feel of his big husband entering him.
"Sugar, so big," John breathed as he grew accustom to his husband.
"Why are you always so surprised?" Randy chuckled, holding John close.
"Not surprised. In awe," John smiled as he flexed his muscles, rising up and then sinking back down. "Mmmm."
"Okay?"
"More than," he said turning his head to look at his husband. Randy tilted his head back a little further and pressed their lips together. He could sense their thoughts the same. Everything was perfect and he was going to keep it that way.
"Let's take it slow," Randy said, flexing his hips below John to press in against John's sweet spot.
"Mmmm, sugar, again," John pleaded, sinking back against Randy's body.
"Don't be greedy," Randy said nipping at John's pouting lip, causing him to chuckle.
Randy held John back against him, running his hands over John's chest and abs, flicking his nipples as his fingers scraped by. All the while, he was pushing up into him, slowly, gently, causing sweet moans from John. Randy was making sure John felt everything, just as he was feeling every movement he made.
John's hands roamed Randy's arms, joining his hands as they travelled the length of his body. Every touch Randy made from adding to the sensations of his cock sliding in and out. Anyone who said slow love making was a waste of time needed to have someone like Randy in their life. He knew how to make every touch count.
John's cock throbbed as Randy's touches became slightly heavier, clawing at his skin rather than gliding across it. His thrusts were becoming harder as well indicating Randy was really starting to feel the build-up inside. John reached his hand back to wrap around Randy's head, bringing him in for a hard kiss.
As their tongues meshed together, the kissing becoming more desperate and John's fingers speared through the short hairs trying his hardest to grip them.
"More," John demanded between their kisses.
Randy was happy to oblige, gripping John's hips, sure he was bruising the man, and thrust up continuously, hammering his hard cock into him.
"Fuck yes… oh fucking god… fuck Randy… feels so fucking good," John yelled.
"Damn it baby, you're swearing a lot tonight," Randy said before releasing a groan as John's fingers dug into his hair again. "I haven't even hit your spot properly yet, either."
With that Randy changed the angle of his thrusts and hit the spot head on.
"Oh, shit, fuck, damn it, do it again," John ordered. Randy kept his pace as he hit John's bundle of nerves with every thrust, sending John into a tail spin of ecstasy.
John couldn't hold out any longer and grabbed his throbbing, neglected cock, stroking himself hard and fast. It wasn't going to take long for either man to hit their orgasm as they fast approached the end. Grunts and moans filled the air as Randy pushed them both to the edge.
"Sugar, I'm… I'm cl… I'm close," John cried and Randy released his hold on John's hips. He batted John's hand away from his member and took a firm grip, fisting him.
"Cutie, I want to see you cum," Randy said gritting his teeth, trying to hold back his own orgasm as John slid up and down his length trying to keep the friction.
"I want you to cum with me," John moaned softly.
"Won't be a problem," Randy told him. "But you'll have to cum… right… now… ohhh fuucckk."
"Shit, Rannndddy, sugaaaarrrrr," John cried out as both men shot their loads.
John sunk back against Randy again as he came back from his high, though he was trying to catch his breath along with his husband. He rested his head on Randy's shoulder and the younger man raked his fingers through John's hair, helping them both regain their senses.
"John, cutie," Randy said softly.
"Mmhmm," John replied, his eyes drifting off into peaceful slumber.
"As good as you look covered in cum," he whispered as he trailed his fingers through it and brought them up to John's lips to clean off before helping himself to some. "Want to join me for a shower?"
"Only if you hold me up. That made me all sleepy," John murmured.
"I'll hold you up, I promise," Randy said slipping out from behind John and holding his hand out for him to take. "Shall we."
"I love you, sugar."
"Who wouldn't?" Randy scoffed as they headed to the bathroom. "Now let's get under the spray. It'll wake you up and we can have a second round."
"You mean, third," John said pushing his ass back into Randy.
"Please, blow jobs while driving don't count," Randy dismissed. "No matter how amazing they feel."
"And you call me greedy," John said. "I'm officially two orgasms behind."
"Well, we can't have that can we," he said stepping into the shower with John and pushing him against the wall. "Let me help you out."
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