A/N: Okay, so here it is, the final chapter of Saying Goodbye. I should warn you it ended up a lot longer than I anticipated. Hope you enjoy anyway :)
John struggled to contain his excitement as he paced the room. Was it excitement or was it anxiousness? It could be either. Randy, after three and a half months apart, sent him a text message to say he wanted to talk to him over the internet.
It wasn't much, and John wasn't sure why he didn't want to just speak over the phone, but it was enough to bring John's mood up out of the slump it had been in since April.
He knew it was his own fault. He let his jealous, conspiring mind work, and of course he voiced those concerns. No doubt much to Sheamus' delight. The one consequence he wasn't prepared for; he lost Randy. Now they lived in separate houses in different states, hell they were even in different time zones.
Today wasn't much better, John was in California and Randy was in Idaho. But John held out hope, this was the first time they'd spoken; he wasn't going to do anything to ruin it. He wasn't even holding out hope that Randy remembered it was their anniversary. August 6 2011 wasn't going to be one to go down in the history books as one to remember.
As he started pacing the room again, the computer started ringing, when he looked at the screen he could see Randy's name. Before answering, he turned to the mirror in the room. Do I look okay? He quickly chastised himself, this wasn't one of their historic webcam sex sessions, they were just going to talk. John just hoped Randy wasn't giving him the heads up about divorce papers being sent.
Clicking the accept button he took a deep breath and let it out.
"You're supposed to take the steadying breath before you click the button," Randy said with a roll of the eyes.
"Right."
"How have you been?"
John just shrugged, what did he want him to say to that.
"Right, yeah, stupid question."
They sat in their respective hotel rooms, neither knowing how to talk to the other. When did we get to this? John thought. He was wracking his brain trying to think of something to say but he just couldn't. If he tried he'd probably just start rambling on with his apologies. He'd done enough of that. For nearly a week, John rang Randy every day and left an answerphone full of messages. In the end Randy had asked his dad to call and get him to stop.
Bob had been caring and listened to John, called his son a stubborn mule, and told John he was an idiot. He didn't hold back on either of them. Though from what Bob told him, Randy had received something similar from John's mom. Neither family were taking sides in the separation.
"How's everyone on Raw?"
"Good. I guess. I've been keeping to myself," John said.
Randy nodded on his end, clearly not knowing what to say in response. Clearly, neither man knew what they should be saying to each other; at least it wasn't just John. He wanted to ask him how things were going on SmackDown but he didn't want it to sound like he was asking about Sheamus. It would so obviously start a fight.
"Sorry you lost the belt," he said just trying to kill the silence.
"One of those things I guess," he said with a tight smile, shifting in his seat.
John watched as Randy's head fell forward and he ran his hands over his short hair. He looked up quite suddenly, his eyes as sad as John's. John wanted to say something to console him, to pick him up, but he was lost for words.
"You know the reason I wanted to talk to you was because it's our anniversary, right?"
"I hoped," John said quietly, hanging his own head. "I didn't let myself get too hopeful though."
"We might be separated, but you are my husband. It's only right we see each other on our anniversary."
John felt the tears stinging his eyes. There was still a chance for them. It was a small chance, but one he wanted to grab with both hands. He just needed to be careful he didn't scare Randy off.
"Are you okay?" Randy asked when he noticed the tears slip down his face.
John couldn't say anything through his happiness. He so desperately wanted Randy to be with him, to be able to feel his arms around him. He managed to nod his head in reply and he heard a chuckle on the other end of the connection. He looked up and saw the laughter in Randy's eyes.
"We got some work to do, Cutie," Randy said trying to stay serious. "I can't say this is going to be an easy road. Especially being on separate tours again."
"You know I'll do whatever it takes, I love you, Sugar," John said, cursing himself in his head for saying it. He'd do anything, that was for sure but he shouldn't be declaring his love, it would send Randy packing.
"I love you too, Cutie," Randy said.
All of a sudden the tension was gone from the conversation and they started talking like they always did when they were together. It was almost like they were back in their early twenties talking about each other through their days when they were apart.
John got uncomfortable sat at the table and so he moved over to the lounge chair in the room, curling up and listening to Randy tell him about his sister's birthday a couple of days before. Randy warned him she wasn't happy with John for not being there and John promised to call her… again… to talk to her.
When it was John's turn to speak Randy spread out on his bed to listen to John. John had noticed the growth of beard Randy had on his face and he was starting to wonder what it would feel like to have it brush against his skin as they kissed, or even better as they…
"So anyway, the baby is getting really big now. I've even been playing babysitter when I've been home. Figured I could give Matt some time with Coverly. It's been good getting to spend time with her. Of course Boog being Boog, commented about the fact I'll never have a kid, I swear he's annoying me like he did when we were kids."
"You've had that as well?" Randy said interrupting. "I had it from Mom. 'Becky's had a kid, we're lucky we haven't had one yet from Nathan, I don't think it's too much to ask for our eldest to give her a kid.'"
"She would kick your ass for that impression," John said with a smile.
Just as Randy was about to speak, John's hotel room phone rang. He answered the phone and found it was Paul calling.
"What's up?... Really, shit… I'll be there… no I lost track of time… talking to… Paul, I'll be there," John said ringing off and turning back to the screen. "Sugar, I have to go. I didn't realise how long we've been talking."
"How long… whoa… I need to go as well… I don't remember the last time we spoke for quite so long," Randy commented with a knowing smirk coming on his face. "And that's including the times I made you continuously-"
"Don't even… I have to go, the boss is getting pissy."
"Alright, fine I'll let you go," Randy said. "Love you."
"Love you. Bye."
John reluctantly switched off the connection and shut down his laptop. He couldn't believe how long they'd been talking. It had been a couple of hours. The smile on his face and the matching one on Randy's were perfect. It put a spring back in his step and he just wanted to run and tell everyone. He wished he could, but he thought it would be better to take their time and not let anyone know. At least not until they knew they were out of the woods.
'I love you' those wonderful words he'd heard Randy speak on two occasions. Life was amazing again, or at least it was getting that way. Just as he arrived at the arena, John felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he smiled as he read the message.
OVER TWO HOURS! I LOVE YOU! HOW ABOUT WE MEET UP NEXT WEEK? IT CAN BE DURING THE COUPLE OF DAYS BEFORE SUMMERSLAM. WE CAN HAVE DINNER MAYBE.
John's smile grew even more. He quickly sent back a message saying he was in. A meal would be nice. They didn't have much of a text conversation but then John wasn't worried. In a week, he and Randy would be able to see each other face to face. Again, something that hadn't happened in months. He'd caught a glimpse of his husband at pay per views and as much as he wanted to go over to him, John wanted to respect his wish for some space. Now when he sees him next week, it will be impossible to even try and stop him.
For the rest of that week, John was on cloud nine. Everyone on the tour saw the change in his mood and noticed how he was socialising again. They immediately asked how things were with Randy and as much as John wanted to shout from the rooftops and tell the world they were starting to improve, John told a small fib and said he'd finally realised, the situation was what it was and if they worked things out great, if not then he'd had an amazing life with Randy and would cherish it. He would also wish him the best.
He could see they hadn't believed him but he hoped it was only because he couldn't get the last part of his fib out, hearing his own gulp as he tried to say the words. Either way they were good enough not to mention it and let him live in the moment, and his good mood.
Randy had mentioned having dinner, and John thought he could arrange it rather than Randy, hopefully trying to prove how much he loved and trusted the man. He regretted how Randy felt, he never distrusted Randy, John just hated how Sheamus was taking him away.
Having made phone calls all week long, John had the perfect date set. Since they were both going to be busy with media and autograph sessions on the actual day of SummerSlam, John arranged everything for the day before. On his way to a radio station for an interview, John had his driver detour to a wine retailer in the Hollywood area to pick up a bottle of the wine they had the day they got married.
The wedding had been almost last minute so they hadn't taken their time over the selection. They just went with something they found at a wine shop which was medium range of the price scale. Thankfully it was one everybody enjoyed and went well with the meal they went out for that night.
Neither men were wine aficionados but their parents told them to make note of the wine and the year. John was now grateful for that advice and he just hoped Randy took note of what drink they were having.
After the radio interview, he checked his watch and knew he was going to need to head back to the hotel to change. He needed to get everything ready for the date. He sent Randy a message telling him where and when to meet him. Okay it wasn't standard to have the date meet him at the location but in this instance, John hoped Randy would understand.
As the time came for the date, John's nerves grew and before long the little butterflies fluttering in his stomach had turned into giant teeth trying to eat their way out of his body. Either way, it was good, nothing like first date jitters. Everything was make or break, especially when it's someone as important as your husband.
As he approached, he spotted Randy, completely drop dead gorgeous, as always, though John noticed he had an air of nervousness about him as well. John instantly relaxed. He indicated to the driver where to pull over and he shifted in his seat to move nearer to the side door.
When Randy saw him, an enormous smile spread across his face and he laughed.
"Not to inconspicuous there Cutie," he said as John opened the little door.
"I thought you'd like to do something romantic," John said, feelings the dimples Randy loved so much dig into his cheeks. "What's more romantic than a horse and carriage ride?"
"It also appears to be the only one this town has ever seen," Randy said taking John's extended hand and climbing into carriage. "Everyone is looking."
"No one we work with, they're all busy," John said with a shrug. "Fan Axxess is happening at the stadium, everyone is there."
"How much did you spend on this?" Randy asked as they pulled away from the sidewalk.
"That would be telling," John said. "I've supplied food, some wine, and I have a playlist lined up on my phone if you want some music."
"As good as it sounds, all I'm interested in is spending time with you," Randy said shyly.
It was the first time, John had seen that since they first started going out. Though the first time was followed up with such a powerful kiss he was backing up to a nearby wall for support. Of course, Randy had taken full advantage of that and before they knew it John's legs were hooked up and around Randy's waist.
"You mean I needn't have spent $50 on a bottle of wine alone?" John asked with mock annoyance.
"$50! What on earth did you buy?"
"Something special, but that's for later, how about something to eat first," John suggested, reaching for the picnic basket packed full of goodies.
"Wait, John, just wait one moment," Randy said grabbing his wrist and stopping him. John let his shoulders slump in defeat. He'd gone too far, he was trying too hard. They'd agreed to take it slow and somehow he'd got caught up in it all and put on this ridiculous performance for a date. Hell, they hadn't even agreed on a date, it was just supposed to be a meal, to talk.
"I'm sorry," John said, moving out of Randy's hold. "This was too much, too soon. I should have kept it simple, just booked a table at a restaurant."
"What are you on about? This is amazing, everything you've done for me, for us. I couldn't hope for a better husband, a more perfect first date," Randy said. "The only reason I wanted to stop you was-"
"You don't need to pretend," John interrupted him. "I ruined it. I can ask them to stop; I'll call you a cab so you can return to the hotel, or the arena, wherever you want to go."
"Will you stop interrupting me," Randy said forcefully, hoping to get John to listen to him. "All I wanted to tell you was regardless of what we agreed-"
"You don't need to say it. I hurt you, I understand that; you've changed your mind," John said his head slumping.
"Oh for fuck sake," Randy said grabbing John's wrist again and hauling him across the carriage and into his side. Before John could say one word, Randy slammed their lips together, kissing John fiercely, biting his bottom lip gently after a few moments before breaking the kiss. "How about some food now?"
John sat stunned for a few seconds after Randy broke the kiss. It wasn't so much the kiss itself, no matter how amazing it was, Randy had always been a good kisser. No it was more the fact that Randy kissed him. He wasn't expecting it one bit.
Coming back to his senses, John opened the picnic basket of food and the pair dived straight in. John had made sure he had all of their favourite foods in there, trying to make it as perfect as it could be. Just like a week before, they spoke about everything they'd experienced since their separation started. Randy had more to tell than John, and when Randy asked why, John admitted to his self-induced solitude.
"To begin with I hid away because I didn't want to deal with the looks," John said. "The morning after you left, everyone seemed to know what happened. I knew you'd be going to St Louis and as much as I wanted to go there and beg you to take me back, I knew it would make things worse."
"So you went to West Newbury," Randy said, listening intently to John, who nodded confirmation.
"As soon as I was in the house, I wanted to leave," John explained. "Everywhere I looked, there you were. Not just our photos, but memories, things you bought for the house. I went round to Mom and Dad's and they lectured me. That was when I started trying to get hold of you."
"You should know… I listened to every one of those messages. The only reason I asked Dad to call was because I couldn't take hearing the pain in your voice, hearing you cry," Randy said, tears prickling his eyes as he spoke. When tears started falling from his eyes, John reached out and wiped them away.
"I regret everything that happened. Mostly though, I regret hurting you so badly. You kept saying I was acting like the jealous boyfriend; truth of the matter was, I was simply scared that I was going to lose you to him," John admitted. "I could see how close you were getting, every day you were getting even closer. I didn't think I stood a chance."
"Johnny, I told you so often, that it was you I loved, who I still love to this day," Randy said gently.
"Yeah, well when I got home to West Newbury, I was led in bed that night with my computer on; I was trying anything I could to distract from my thoughts. I was on twitter and a message came in with a photo attached. Not sure who took it or how it got out there, but it was a photo of us in catering one day," John said picking at his food. "I was getting us some food and you were sat in the background watching me. Made me realise what you'd been saying was true. It would only ever be me."
"Because I was eyeing up my husband?" Randy chuckled putting a smile on John's face as well.
"Because of the love which was so clearly in your eyes," John clarified. "What made it worse, or better, depending on how you look at it. There was a timestamp on the photo; it was only taken a couple of days before. Even when we were at our worst, constantly arguing with one another, you still loved me."
"Cutie, I can't pretend it didn't hurt like hell. You may say it was Sheamus you didn't trust, but regardless, you obviously didn't trust me," Randy said. "That's why I had to leave. There hasn't been a day that passed where I didn't want to run to you and kiss you, hold you, hell just see you with my own eyes. But the pain stopped me."
"If I could take it back, I would," John said adamantly.
"I know you would," Randy said, kissing the knuckles on John's hand, letting a small smile bestow his face. "Now, tell me why you spent $50 on a bottle of wine."
"Because it's a special wine," John said, happy for the change of subject. He picked up the glasses and then took the wine from the ice bucket he'd requested. "The E. Guigal Chateauneuf-du-pape 1999."
"Nice choice."
"I thought so," John said pouring them a glass each.
"Johnny," Randy said, pulling John into his side and wrapping his arm around his shoulders.
"Mmmm."
"I want to see that picture."
"I have it in a frame at the hotel," John said tipping his head back to look into Randy's eyes. "It goes everywhere with me."
The next day when John woke up, his spirits were rejuvenated. Every time he and Randy spoke, things got stronger between them. It was an amazing feeling. He hadn't even felt like this when they first met. At that point it was just an instant attraction and they knew they'd be together for the rest of their lives.
And short of a few bumps in the road, they had been.
After their date the previous day, John had gone to work feeling better than ever. While he signed his pile of photos, which he swore was growing with everyone he autographed; he heard whispers of conversations from the crew and some of the other superstars who were milling about. No-one knew that he and Randy were working on reconciliation, and so no one wanted to be insensitive and talk to him about his husband in case it caused him undue pain.
Regardless of their attempted tact, no one was speaking quite enough for John not to hear. The rumours were flying around; Randy was going to win the championship back at SummerSlam. John was ecstatic.
So, regardless of what they agreed the night before, John was heading around to Randy's room to share the news. Hopefully he wouldn't mind the unannounced visit.
His foot tapped impatiently on the elevator floor as John watched the floor number change. 4… 5… 6… 7
"Finally," John muttered as the doors started opening. Still being impatient however he squeezed through the doors before they were even fully open. He wanted to see Randy.
It was only as he looked up from his feet, which he was trying not to trip over in his haste to get to Randy, that he spotted the two people he didn't want to see… ever. Regardless of what people on the outside world thought, he was not a Vince McMahon fan. The man was clearly a bigot and he would do anything to keep John and Randy apart. It had only been when Randy spoke with his old mentor, Paul, that they were able to get back on the same tour.
That of course is where Sheamus came into it, near enough anyway. Straight away John had seen the friendship between Sheamus and Randy growing and it ate away inside of him. He had convinced himself that Randy was falling for Sheamus, which Sheamus was planning on, and then they'd run off into the sunset together leaving John behind, broken hearted.
Of course John had been the one to ruin things between he and Randy, Sheamus was just being a friend to Randy. So why did he get this bad feeling when he heard Sheamus was drafted to Smackdown… or the even worse feeling when he saw Sheamus and McMahon talking to one another.
Don't worry about it, just walk by and continue to Randy's room.
John continued his words of wisdom in his head, fighting the images which flashed in his mind. Sheamus means nothing to Randy, a friend if anything. Don't even acknowledge them, just keep walking by.
"Morning Cena," Sheamus said, instantly grating on his nerves. They may be separated, but they were still married. His name was Orton, unless they were mid show.
"Sheamus," John said acknowledging him but not the name. "Mr McMahon."
"Hey, Cena, if you're heading to Randy's room you should turn around and head back the way you came," Sheamus said with an evil grin. "The man is at peak performance."
John was sure Sheamus was trying to imply something with his words, but he trusted Randy implicitly. Nothing had ever and will never happen between them.
"He doesn't need his ex-husband around messing with his head," Sheamus said turning serious.
"Well, I need to speak to my husband about a family matter," John said, his voice weak regardless of how strong he wanted to sound. "I don't need your permission."
John didn't wait to hear a reply; though he did hear the pair say something to each other. Part of him wanted to turn back and challenge them but he thought better of it. He wasn't sure what was said anyway.
When he got to Randy's door, he knocked gently. He wished he could pull Randy in for the kind of kiss they shared last night, but they both agreed it was a one off. No sense in going against his word. He could stop himself room leaping into Randy's arm as the door opened… just; but he wasn't fast enough to stop the look down the corridor toward Sheamus and McMahon.
Randy spotted the look and stepped out and saw the two men. John noticed he stiffened before stepping aside and letting John into his room. As soon as the door closed, Randy broke into a smile and wrapped his arms around John.
"Good to see you Cutie," Randy said leaning his head against John's. "You get much sleep last night?"
"Best night's sleep in a long time," John said with a small smile.
"Wish I could say the same, I couldn't sleep," Randy said. "I wanted to head to your room and hold you all night."
"You did?" John asked, a little shocked at Randy's admittance.
"I love you Cutie, and while I think we need to take things slowly, I'm not sure just how slowly I can," he explained. "Now we're on the path back to being together, I want you in my arms."
"We'll get there," John said pushing himself further into Randy's arms. He felt Randy sigh in relief at having John with him again. "You want to know why I'm here, Sugar."
"Why's that?" he said leading John over to the bed. He sat against the headboard and John hesitantly sat down next to him. He'd have to be careful or he would end up climbing on top of Randy and riding him. "Relax, there's no sofa and I didn't want to stand the whole time."
"Sorry, sugar," John mumbled, going a little red, hoping Randy didn't realise what he'd been thinking of doing. "Anyway, when I was signing the pictures last night ready for tonight's show, I heard lots of people talking about you winning tonight, getting the belt back."
"Really? That sounds cool," Randy said. "I won't hold my breath though; you know how they change their mind at the last minute."
"They'll be crazy not to give you the belt," John said. "You deserve it."
As they sat back on the bed, Randy playing with John's fingers as they spoke, John felt Randy stiffen again, and not in a pleasurable way, when they started talking about their separation.
"If you don't want to-"
"No, we need to talk about it, but," Randy said drifting off. "There's some things I need to tell you which might upset you. May well piss you off. I just want you to promise to listen and stay calm."
"Okay," John said curling into Randy for comfort.
Randy took a deep breath trying to calm his own nerves. Nothing he was going to say was going to make John happy. He knew, because it didn't make him happy. He'd fallen into a trap and John had been right the entire time.
He pulled John into him as he started the story. He wanted John as tight in his arms as possible so he couldn't get away when he tried. Because he would try.
He told John how he'd been right to distrust Sheamus. As soon as they were on SmackDown the following week, Sheamus started worming his way in. Suggesting they travel together for company and to share the driving. Randy admitted he agreed just so he would have the company. He was hurting so much at being away from John he couldn't sleep, he even found it difficult to breathe.
It may have been his decision to leave, but it wasn't because he wanted to. More because he was hurt and all they ever did was hurt one another.
"More specifically I kept hurting you," John said sadly into Randy's chest.
"Yes," Randy said after yet another deep breath. "At first Sheamus was no different than he had been when we were all on Raw. He looked out for me and tried to keep my spirits up. It was a few weeks later when things changed."
Randy recalled how he noticed, Sheamus kept dropping hints, comments about treating his partner right, and making them feel special.
"It was like he was trying to show me he was different to you," he explained. "I let the comments slide but only because I was too tired. I haven't been sleeping well since April; I would end up with maybe four out of seven nights of sleep. And they weren't peaceful."
"You weren't the only one," John said. "I haven't slept properly since April either. First full night's sleep was a week ago after we spoke."
"Lucky you," Randy said. "I didn't even get that. I was enamoured at the sight of you. I'd missed your smile more than anything. It haunted me that night in my dreams."
"Now's there's a word to use," John said with a sarcastic smile. "My husband finds my smile haunting."
"It is when you use to see it every day and then haven't seen it for nearly four months," Randy said tightening his grip around John. "Anyway, out of the blue, and not so much out of the blue, Sheamus asked me out. Purchased some tickets for a concert."
"Did you go?"
"No," Randy said feeling John relax in his arms. "I've never looked at him in that way. He was a friend, that's all. And if he weren't and I had liked him, he didn't make me feel like I was anything special."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember when I first asked you out," Randy said.
"You mean the morning after at the training ground?" John chuckled. "In front of everyone. Making a whole deal out of it."
"Right," Randy said with his own smile. "And don't pretend you didn't like it. And then there was last night, all the trouble you went to for something we hadn't even classed as a date."
"Mmhmm, officially the best two nights of my life," John said.
"Hmm, here's me thinking it was our wedding night," Randy said. "I couldn't keep you anything resembling quiet. Now stop throwing me off on a tangent."
"Sorry, sugar," John said almost climbing on top of Randy trying to get even closer.
"When he asked me out, yeah we were down by the ring, but no one was nearby, he asked looking everywhere but at me," Randy explained. "Like he didn't want anyone to see. Almost acting like he was still in the closet."
"But he's out," John said confused.
"Exactly," Randy commented. "I knocked him back as gently as I could. I didn't want to ruin our friendship."
Randy let out a huge sigh afterward like that wasn't the end of it. There was more to come. John stiffened in his arms and as much as he wanted to hear the rest, let Randy tell him everything, he almost didn't want to let him, sometimes it's better not to know.
"What else happened?" John asked gulping back his worry.
"A couple of days later I saw him and McMahon talking to one another. They gave me a look when they saw me approaching. Then it happened again… and again," Randy said. "Something didn't sit right with me."
"The day… the day you left… I saw them talking… I didn't think anything of it, but," John said drifting off.
"We think so much alike, Johnny," Randy said with a small smile. "I fell into their trap."
"Are you sure?" John asked. "Definitely sure."
"Definitely," Randy said. "I wanted to call you, to tell you, but…"
"But what?"
"Cutie, I was still hurting," Randy admitted. "You may have been right about Sheamus, but it wasn't that, it was your lack of trust in me."
"I know, and I'm sorry," John said. "I did trust you; I just… something would go awry between my brain and my lips. I said things I didn't mean. I hate myself for that. I could see that I was pushing you away and whenever you tried to help things, I pushed you further away."
"Why?"
"I don't know," John said, tears falling onto Randy's shirt. "Maybe to protect myself from being hurt myself; I convinced myself you were only with me because you hadn't had a better offer."
"But I told you-"
"I know you did, and I believed you, I just couldn't stop the fear, it took over me," John said, sitting up. He straddled Randy's lap but not so he could initiate anything between them. He just wanted to make sure Randy didn't get away. "I always trusted you. I'm sorry I couldn't show you that properly. If I did then we would never have been apart. I never want to be without you again. I want you back with me."
Randy adjusted his position and pulled John into him, holding him tight with John doing the same. They silently promised each other never to leave one another again. No matter what they would always talk things through and work things out.
"If I promise to keep my hands to myself, can I stay with you tonight?" John asked quietly.
"Every night," Randy said his tears of joy running onto John's shoulder.
"Wakey, wakey, cutie," a whispered voice says in his ear.
John grimaces a little at being disturbed. His dream is perfect and he doesn't want to wake up from it. Right at that moment he's with Randy, lying on a beach. There isn't anything going on, they're just led out on beach chairs, their hands stretched out toward each other, holding the other's hand. It was perfect. Except for that niggling voice he was starting to hear coming through louder and louder.
"Cutie, you have to get up… we have some free time to spend together… come on, cutie, I know you can hear me… fine, I'll send the food back."
"What food?" John said groggily. How could he resist Randy and food?
"Knew that would work," Randy said and John could hear the smile on his face.
John rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes, hoping to wake up fully and be able to pay attention to Randy. He loved waking up in bed with him again, more to the point he liked falling asleep in his arms again. The only thing that could make it better would be for Randy to wear him out first.
They were definitely getting to that point, they were flirty and touchy with each other and it was getting harder to stop at the end of the night, especially when they were sharing the same bed whenever they were together. That in itself was becoming more and more again. They'd fallen back into their usual pattern of meeting up whenever their travel plans crossed, and then they'd travel home together, alternating between each of their homes.
They hadn't told their families yet since they didn't want too much pressure on themselves. Neither of them truly thought it, but you never knew if it could fall through again.
The ultimate test came for them a week ago when Sheamus made another pass at Randy, admitting to Randy he'd been nervous about asking him out the first time. Randy again said 'thanks, but no thanks' and immediately got on the phone to John and told him what happened. He didn't want any more problems between them.
"You're taking too long to wake up this morning cutie," Randy said his hand running up John's chest as he hovered over him.
"Sorry sugar," John said with a sweet smile. "Really good dream."
"Well, let me make reality just as good," he said lowering his body so they rubbed against each other.
John quietly moaned as he felt the condition Randy was in, it wasn't anything new, they'd found themselves in this condition a lot recently but this was the first time Randy was acting on it.
"Don't tease me," John said a little breathy.
"Not teasing cutie," Randy said taking John's lips between his. They took it slowly, almost as though they were relearning their bodies, checking to see what had changed. The biggest thing was the feel of Randy's beard against John's skin. It sent thrills down John's spine.
As Randy kissed him, softly and as sweetly as ever, Randy's hands moved down his body until they met the waistband of John's sweatpants. Without hesitation, Randy slipped his hands in and moved round to grip John's ass, pulling them tighter together as they continued grinding against one another.
John's arms wrapped themselves around Randy's neck and they lay with one another, letting the passion slowly build in the other. Their breaths became shallower as they moved closer to the brink and soon enough John could feel his orgasm growing, his cock throbbing as it rubbed between their bodies.
"Go-going t-to cum," John breathed out after breaking the kiss.
Randy moved his hand around to grip John's cock at the base.
"Not until I'm inside you," Randy warned, trying to subdue John's oncoming orgasm.
"You mean," John said looking straight into Randy's eyes.
"I mean, I want to make love to you… I want to make you cum like I did on our wedding night… make you cum harder than you ever have before," he promised.
"Fuck me," John said to himself, letting his eyes roll into the back of his head at the thought of Randy inside him again.
"I intend to," Randy said rolling off John so he could pull John's pyjama bottoms away.
With John's bottoms gone, Randy removed his own, letting John get a good look at his member. When he caught John's gaze, there was a look of want in John's eyes as he licked his lips.
"Later," Randy promised, knowing John wanted him in his mouth.
Randy leant in and took his mouth again, kissing John until he was breathless as his hands explored his body. Once his hands were finished, Randy pulled his lips from John's and travelled the same path his hands had taken, only this time with his lips.
He'd missed John's responsive nature, the little moans, and whispered words that fell passed his lips as Randy prepared him. As he worked his way back up John's body, purposely missing his hard throbbing member, he reached over to the nightstand and took the bottle of lube he'd placed there before waking John.
He poured some onto his fingers and moved them straight down to John's pucker. He lifted one of John's legs onto his shoulder for better access and slowly started working John's opening. It had been a long time since he'd been in there and he knew John was going to be tight.
"Tell me to stop if you need me to," Randy said as he slowly probed at John's entrance.
He felt John tense a little before taking a relaxing breath and doing just that. As he relaxed, John took Randy's finger with ease, almost greedily sucking it in with his muscles. Randy pumped his finger in a few times letting John's body get use to the invasion, almost foreign after all this time. To Randy though, it felt as though no time had passed, and they were enjoying a relaxing day in bed at home.
When John started thrusting onto Randy's finger wanting more, Randy slipped a second in, stretching John ready for his cock. The moans grew louder, John's eyes closing for a second longer as he experienced his husband's talents. Knowing exactly where to find it, Randy hooked his fingers up and hit John's prostate, almost sending him flying off the mattress.
"Miss that?" Randy said with a smile.
"Again," John demanded.
"Just this once," he said prodding John's sweet bundle of nerves again. "But I keep telling you, don't be greedy."
"Can't help myself," John panted a little as he spoke.
Needing to feel John wrapped around his hard member, Randy pulled his fingers from John, lubed his cock, and then lined up with John's opening. John looked up at him and gave him the nod. He wanted it as much a Randy.
He pushed in, stopping as John tensed around him. It had been a long while, no amount of preparation was going to make it pain free. He held still for a moment, letting John grow accustomed to his size.
"I love how big you are. How you fill me up," John murmured, experimentally grinding against Randy, testing if he was okay.
When Randy saw no sign of pain, he finished pushing his cock all the way in until their hips bet.
"Tell me," Randy said, knowing John would understand what he meant.
"Hard," John said his voice on the edge of desperation.
"Just for you," Randy whispered to him as he pulled out so just the tip of his cock was left inside John. He held himself there for a moment, just taking in the sight of his husband beneath him once again. At one point, he didn't think he'd see this again.
As John looked up at him, clearly worried he'd changed his mind, Randy let his evil grin spread across his face before he slammed into his husband.
"Fuck," they both swore together.
Randy set up a fast pace, thrusting into John with everything he had. It wasn't going to last long, but then, they had the rest of their lives to make up for that. Right now, he wanted to give his husband, everything they had missed while apart.
John clawed at his skin, wanting his husband closer to him, deeper inside him; he wanted to be so they would never be apart again. Randy wrapped John's legs around his waist and changed to short, fast thrusts. The reunion of their bodies was pushing him to the edge quicker than even he thought possible. There wasn't a slither of air between them, Randy's body pressed against John's, his lips mere centimetres from John's ear, letting him hear every moan that came from him.
"Fuck, Randy," John moaned attaching his lips to Randy's neck, scraping his teeth along the skin. The move was almost too much for Randy and he struggled not to lose his load instantaneously.
Randy rose up onto his forearms, looking directly into John's eyes as he thrust into him. He leant in so his head rested against John's, their eyes still locked.
"I love you," Randy said, his eyes glistening with tears of joy.
"I love you too," John said closing the distance between their lips for a brief kiss.
"Now will you hurry up and cum because I can't last much longer," Randy said with a small chuckle as he started thrusting even faster, hitting John's spot every time.
After just a few jabs to his prostate, John was crying Randy's name as he came, his cum spraying between their bodies. His release, and constriction of his muscles, was enough to send Randy into his own orgasm and he shot load after load into John. At one point, he didn't think he was going to stop with the way John was milking him, but he did, collapsing on top of John, trying to regain his breath.
"We have two problems," Randy said still breathless from their exertions.
"Really? What the hell could have been wrong with that?"
"One, I don't think whoever is next door will be happy with the level of noise coming from our room," Randy said with the look John had so often seen when he was pleased with himself.
"And two," John said not rising to Randy's previous comment.
"I don't want to go through with tonight, not after that," Randy said pulling out of John and admiring the way John moaned at the loss.
"Hey, Ortz, got your message, what's up?" Sheamus said as he walked up to the table where Randy sat.
Randy fidgeted in his seat. He still wasn't convinced this was the way to go, but it was all worked out and it was only right that he go through with it. Truth be told he'd find it fun at the end, he just didn't want to go through with the first part, not after finally working things out with John.
"Um, well, I realised I didn't give you a fair chance before," Randy said. "So I thought we could have dinner, see where things go."
"What about Cena?" Sheamus asked sceptically as he took the seat next to Randy in the booth.
Randy expected it all, the question, the use of John's work name, the fact that he took the seat next to him rather than opposite. He wasn't okay with two of the three things, but he had to go with it.
"What about John?"
"Well for starters, you're married. Secondly, I saw him go to your hotel room the other week," Sheamus said.
"It's over," he gulped. "When he came by it was family stuff, John's niece is being christened, they still wanted us to be godparents… we needed to work out whether we were going to agree to it."
"Are you?"
"Shea, it's family stuff, I don't want to talk about it right now," Randy said. "I invited you here to try and make a fresh start. You showed an interest, I wanted to give us try. I can't promise anything but-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, fella," Sheamus said putting his hand on Randy's knee, causing him to flinch. "Relax, I won't bite. In fact, I can imagine you're the biter."
Randy tried to smirk, but Sheamus' hand on his knee was making him uncomfortable and he was trying his hardest not to rip it from his leg and punch Sheamus in the face.
"You know, you're cute when you're shy," Sheamus said, letting his hand slide further up his leg.
This time Randy did stop him, not because it repulsed him, though it did; he stopped it because he wasn't the kind of guy who let them cop a feel on the first date… unless it was John, in which case they didn't even get on the first date.
"Slow down," he warned putting Sheamus' hand back on his knee. "We're in a restaurant."
"So this would be inappropriate," Sheamus said leaning in as though going to kiss Randy. Randy put his hand on Sheamus' chest, hoping to hold him back long enough. He didn't want the guy kissing him. Even if they'd been in different circumstances and Randy had never met John, he wouldn't want Sheamus kissing him.
Thankfully he caught sight of John over Sheamus' shoulder and put the plan into effect. He tilted his head so Sheamus thought he was okay with it and waited for him to make his move. The hand started slipping further up his leg again and just as he was about to kiss him they were interrupted.
"Sugar?" John said questioningly, as though he was surprised to see him. Truth be told, Randy hated John at that moment, he had waited as long as possible to interrupt them.
"Cutie, what are you doing here?" Randy asked, Sheamus' head dropping in annoyance at the interruption, let alone the fact it was John.
"I, uh, I have a business meeting with Mr McMahon here," John said, trying his hardest not to smile at the whole situation.
Sheamus' head snapped up, almost hitting Randy in the process, and he turned around to see his employer, the man who'd hired him to split the pair up. The man he'd kept his sexuality from for fear of the same treatment.
"Sheamus, what the hell are you doing?" Vince growled at him.
"Randy and I were just having dinner, he was upset over his separation from John," Sheamus explained.
"Is that why you were trying to feel me up?" Randy asked.
Sheamus turned back to Randy and suddenly realised his hand was still sat on Randy's leg, inches from Randy's package, which was as soft as he'd ever known it.
"I'd say it looks a little more than that," John said slipping into the booth and scooting round to join Randy who instantly put his arm around John's shoulders. "He really doesn't do a thing for you, does he?"
"Not a god damn thing. How could he with you to compare to," Randy jokingly shrugged his shoulders before kissing John.
"Vince," John said breaking away from the kiss. "You should know, your boy Sheamus here, he's as bad as Randy and I."
"Meaning, he's gay," Randy clarified not really paying attention, since he was checking John out. "You're looking good tonight Cutie."
"Thanks now focus," John said smiling at Randy. "Now, Vince, you can accept that Randy and I are together, and no matter what you try, we're not going to get divorced."
"Really… so you haven't just spent four months apart?" Sheamus accused.
"Shut your goddamn mouth before I shut it for you," Randy threatened. "You got close, but regardless we came to our senses."
Vince had endured enough of their charades and went to leave. As he went to go he turned back, put his hands on the table and leaned in.
"Mark, my words. By the end of the year, I'll have all three of you out of my company," Vince threatened. "I don't want any fags working or me. Not in this business."
John and Randy looked over at Sheamus who was stricken with fear. He clearly felt like Vince was going to be able to do that. They didn't really care about him. If he went, he went. Of course, John and Randy knew better. There was no way Vince could get rid of them legally on the grounds of them being gay. Not in this day and age.
The other reason they weren't worried was because they knew something Vince didn't. The older man turned to go and found his daughter and son in law stood behind him. Paul's smug and comedic face evident as he held out the tape recorder he'd used to record Vince's comment. Stephanie on the other hand, had turned into the bitch she played so well on the TV.
"You think anyone in this company is going to let you get rid of the top two superstars we have on the roster?" Stephanie spat. "Because you don't like the fact that they're gay. What about uncle Pat?"
"Stephanie," Vince started to say before being cut off.
"Vince, before you say anything else… the tape is still rolling," Paul said pointing at the tape recorder. "Either way, what we have on here is enough to have the company out of your hands if you try anything stupid."
John and Randy laughed at the back and forth conversation between Vince, Stephanie and Paul. They wanted to disappear and head back to the hotel to be alone but their hunger kept them at the restaurant.
Sheamus ducked out when he got the chance, not wanting to be associated with any of them. John's grin grew across his face at the sight of him disappearing, tail between his legs.
With the other three caught up in their discussion and starting to make a scene, Randy pulled John tighter to him, brushing his lips against John's head.
"What do you want to eat?" Randy asked handing John a menu.
John didn't look at the menu; he simply gave Randy a look up and down, giving him the obvious answer.
"It's still early, we have a show to do and you got some this morning," Randy said. "Trust me; you'll get it again later."
"Actually I was just wondering why you never make this much of an effort when we go out for a meal," John said out loud.
"P-lease, I don't have to make an effort, you give it up too easily," Randy said opening the menu and scanning it for something to eat. "You fancy pizza or seafood?"
Okay, I know it was long but hopefuly you all enjoyed. With that in mind... please review :)
Oh, and I'm going to be heading back over to SLIM TO NONE to finish the story off. I know some people have been missing it :)