Sorry for the delay; I know it's been a while, hope you enjoy.

John stirred from his slumber and smiled. Randy was led against him, head resting on his chest. He knew that it wouldn't be long until he would have to make a trip home and speak with Liz. She deserved to know that their situation had changed. The relationship with Randy was rapidly becoming more than a fling; he felt it inevitable considering the feelings he'd concealed for so many years.

Right now, all he wanted to do was focus on Randy. He slid out from under his lover trying not to disturb him. He padded over to his bay and found some clean underwear, pulling then on before his jeans.

As Randy continued to sleep, he went round the room and collected up their discarded clothes from the night before. He knew Randy would need to do so when he woke up so he made sure that it was already done.

He put the laundry into a laundry bag ready for the hotel to take and be cleaned. He figured out that Emma had come up with an excuse to take him clothes shopping, ready for their plans last night.

John was brought out of his thoughts when there was a knock at the door. He walked down the hallway and opened the door.

"Room service, Sir," the young man said giving John a look of confusion.

"I didn't…"

"Your order was put through last night sir," the man said still giving John an odd look.

"My partner must have ordered it," John said shaking his head of his own confusion before stepping back to let the bellhop through. "In fact, would you be able to take some clothes to the laundry service?"

"Of course, sir."

John thought about asking why the bellhop kept giving him an odd look after receiving yet another sideways glance from the young man, but decided not to harass the lad, maybe it was just because he hadn't put a t-shirt on yet.

After he closed the door, he went over to the trolley to see what had been ordered. He smiled when he saw that Randy had ordered his favorite, pancakes with maple syrup. Randy really had thought of everything.

An even bigger grin spread across his face as he grabbed the syrup and went back to bed to wake Randy.

"Okay, now breakfast is over with there's something we need to discuss," John said to Randy as he watched him going about the hotel room trying to find something to do.

"That sounds serious," he said distracted at the cleanliness.

"You won't find anything, I took care of everything before you woke," John chuckled.

Randy looked over at John as he sprawled out on the sofa. John was still only wearing his jeans; no doubt, he figured there was no point in putting anything else on. He gave John a sly look, straddling his lap taking a couple of seconds to sit down fully, to let John get a good look at his torso, particularly his abs.

"You forgot one thing," Randy said leaning into John's ear.

"Really?" John said, disbelieving the comment but not looking up at Randy's face, still focused on his abs.

"Yeah, you forgot this," Randy said pulling on John's tie so he looked him in the eye. "I told you last night, you need to where a tie in the ring, maybe I need to make you wear it at all times."

"Huh," John said before pulling Randy in for a soft kiss. "That explains the strange looks from room service this morning."

"You're an idiot," Randy said rolling his eyes a John before capturing John's lips for another kiss, taking a breath before he spoke again. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Forgot," John said thrusting his hips slightly as he rubbed against Randy.

"It sounded serious," Randy said, closing his eyes and trying not to writhe against John's actions.

"Still forgot," John said popping the button on Randy's pants before sliding his hand up his chest.

"Maybe you should try to remember," Randy suggested fighting the urge to moan.

"I'll remember it later," John said as his hands travelled back to Randy's ass and gave it a squeeze, pulling Randy tighter to him.

"Fine," Randy said as he gave in and enjoyed the feel of John grinding against him.

"Kiss me," John whispered against Randy's lips.

"Three hours ago, you said you needed to discuss something," Randy reminded John as the older man led him back to the bedroom again.

"And you're obsessing over the fact, always reminding me when I have more important tasks to see to," John said smirking. "Are you bored of me already?"

Randy rolled his eyes and pushed John down onto the bed.

"Of course, I've had my fill of you, why would I want you anymore," Randy said climbing on top of John.

"I presume because the sex is the best you've had," John said grinning, his dimples deepening on his cheeks. John gripped Randy's hips and grinded up into him. Laughter escaped his lips at the look of want that clouded Randy's face. "At least that's what's always been the case in the past."

Randy grabbed John's arms and pinned them above his head on the bed, taking control of the situation, "Slut."

He leant down and started kissing across John's chest and down to his hipbone, working his way slowly down the bone until he hit the waistband of his boxers. John groaned and pushed down on his Randy's shoulders silently begging him to move down his body just a little more. Instead, Randy held John's hips down with his own while still pinning his arms above his head. As slowly as he moved along his hipbone, Randy moved his hips to grind against John's hard member, causing John to release a slutty moan.

"See," Randy said his lips less than an inch from John's ear. "Now what did you want to talk about?"

"What… what would you do… to find out?" he said barely able to get his words out as Randy continued to slowly rock against him.

"I might be good to you and finish you off… if you tell me first," Randy said in full control of John.

"Never."

"Then you don't get a treat," Randy said quickly getting up from the bed. "What movie do you want to watch?"

Randy padded out of the room and closed the door between the two, smirking at the thought of the look he was sure John would have on his face. He took and a seat on the sofa and flicked on the first movie the hotel had on box office, listening for John's approach rather than looking at the screen. He used his 'Orton Glare' as John liked to call it to look at the screen, steeling himself for John's attack. He heard the door to the bedroom open and John's feet make their way across the room.

"You know," John breathed into Randy's ear as he put his arms around his neck. "I am a slut with you. I'd let you do anything to me; just so I can watch you lose control."

"That's a shame then," Randy said hoping his gulp wasn't loud enough for John to hear. He tried to refrain from pulling John over the back of the sofa and onto his lap.

"What is?" he continued to breathe into Randy's ear.

"If you had simply talked to me, you could have got what you wanted. Now I'm watching the movie," Randy said putting his feet up on the coffee table trying to punctuate his statement.

He tried to focus on the TV screen, more stare at the screen; he still wasn't sure what he was watching, not that it mattered. He just wanted John to talk, for him it was now a contest over who would win.

Randy felt like his tactics weren't working as John walked around and took a seat next to Randy on the sofa, as close he was able with one leg draped over Randy's lap, the bulge in his boxers evident, though Randy tried not to look.

"Are you enjoying the movie?" he said softly, running a finger down Randy's neck.

"Of course," Randy replied.

"What's it called?" John asked pulling the zip down slightly on Randy's sweatshirt.

"I didn't see the name of it."

"Did you see what channel you put it on?" John asked slipping his hand inside Randy's top.

"One of the movie box office channels," Randy said straining to stay in control. Wishing he could answer John's questions properly.

He was rapidly losing control of the situation, he wished he hadn't left the bedroom; he'd had John under his thumb, and the rest of him. As much as he was looking at the screen, he'd given up trying to pay attention, he couldn't even say who was in the film.

"Take a closer look, Babe," John whispered, smiling to himself. "You've put on an adult movie channel."

Randy finally focused on the TV and realized John was right. He couldn't believe he'd done that.

"Shit," he groaned sitting up to change the channel. John sat chuckling as Randy scrambled to find the switch.

"Either I've got you sexed obsessed or you've been trying to play me," John said unzipping Randy's sweatshirt the rest of the way. "Which is it?"

"Both," Randy said blushing slightly at the mistake he'd made. He pointed the switch at the TV but John grabbed it out of his hand.

"I've got an idea," he said moving himself to straddle Randy's lap.

"What?" Randy said automatically running his hands up John's thighs as he moved closer.

"Let's see who can be louder. A porno…" he said kissing Randy's lips hard. "Or us."

Randy went around the hotel suite picking up his and John's belongings to pack away. He was trying to busy himself with something while John hit the shower before they left for the arena. Unfortunately, they were due to hit the road after the show.

The last two days had been perfect. He'd spent his downtime with his best friend and lover and although, if he admit it, he was a little sore from the continual sex they'd been having he didn't regret anything.

Although it became a running joke and pre-cursor to sex, he still hadn't found out what it was that John wanted to talk about. He told himself that it couldn't be anything serious or John would have stopped joking around and talked by now. When he stopped to think about it though, doubts still cropped up in his mind and with John in the shower, he was having one of those moments. He made the decision by the time he and John were in bed tonight, he would have the truth.

He zipped both his and John's bags and moved them to the hallway ready to go. On his way to the bedroom, he made one more walk around the suite to ensure he hadn't missed anything.

He sat at the top of the bed waiting for his lover to emerge and thought back over the last two days. Even with the best suite in the hotel, they still spent most of their time in the bedroom so they spread out. The sofa not being big enough to hold both, even curled up together.

He needed to thank Emma for her work the night they arrived. While he and John were at the restaurant with Ted and Cody, she had spent the time lighting candles to go on every surface of the hotel living room, as well as the bedroom. After their hasty love making when they first got to the suite, Randy went to the stereo in the living room and found Emma had even left some romantic music for them to listen to. He put some on and then pulled John out from the bedroom.

"I should have done this at the restaurant," he said taking John into his arms as the music started to play.

"Don't be silly," replied John looking into Randy's eyes. "Tonight was perfect."

"I know I freak out sometimes and I'm sorry. I shouldn't, I guess I'm used to being in control. Nobody's ever made me lose that control, but you; and I'm glad. I want you to know that…"

"Shhh," John interrupted. "I know you're not ashamed of us. It's just new to you," he said pulling Randy in for a soft kiss. "I thought you brought me out here to dance."

"You're right. I did," Randy said, smiling, pulling John close to him.

Randy was still thinking about their first night here when John came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked around for his bag before noticing the change of clothes that had been laid out for him.

"You dressing me now, Mr. Orton?" John said snapping Randy out of his thoughts.

"I was tidying up and thought I'd help my fashion challenged boyfriend out; if you like next time I won't bother," he said with a smirk as John's grin grew across his face at Randy's use of the word boyfriend.

"Do we have to go?" John asked putting his pants on and making his way over to Randy.

"No," he replied, pulling John in for a kiss. "But you will be the one dealing with Em's wrath for a no-show."

Randy sat back into John's arms as they made their way along the highway. They'd chosen to travel with Cody and Ted for the next week so they could share the driving. He also enjoyed being able to relax like this without worrying that someone might see them.

"Since you can't molest me," Randy whispered. "You gonna tell me what you wanted to talk about?

"You're obsessing, Babe," John said teasing Randy some more.

"No; people just don't like hearing something like that," he retorted.

"I was just concerned about Em," he explained. "I don't like that she's alone. We need to find someone for her. Especially after what she's done for us."

"That's all it was?" Randy accused a little loudly that Ted and Cody looked back from the front seat.

"I told you not to worry about it," John chuckled.

Randy rolled his eyes at John's nonchalant attitude. He'd worked himself into a frenzy wondering what was the matter. The only thing that made him forget was John's body.

"Here's me thinking that you had something to discuss about us," he said shaking his head.

"Not at that point," John commented more to himself than anyone else.

Randy however heard what he said and sat up at the words, looking over to John from his seat.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, we'll discuss it when we get to the hotel. Forget I said anything," John pleaded.

"I'm not doing that again," Randy said feeling his nerves kick in, scared of what John needed to say. "Ted, would you mind pulling in at that next rest stop. I need to get some food."

Randy could feel John's eyes on him as he sat looking out the window of the car. He also felt the looks between Cody and Ted in the front of the vehicle. He suddenly didn't feel as relaxed as he had moments before.

Ten minutes later and Ted pulled into the car park of a Tim Horton's restaurant and as soon as he could Randy jumped out of the car heading to the café. He knew John wouldn't be far behind him but he didn't stop until he reached a table near the back. John took a seat opposite him but Randy couldn't meet his eyes.

"Why are you making a big deal out of this?" John asked

"I'm not," Randy replied quietly.

"So storming from the car, taking a seat at the back isn't overreacting?"

"I'm sick of you lying to me," Randy said still unable to look at John.

He sensed John's annoyance, something he didn't let many people see. Always trying to be an optimist.

"I'm not lying to you," he almost shouted, letting out a sigh at the same time. "I just wanted to discuss it with you when we were alone."

"Keep your voice down. We're alone now, time to talk."

"Randy, you don't always have to make a big thing out of everything," John said letting his frustration show.

"You keep avoiding discussing things with me; what am I supposed to do?" Randy said finally looking up to meet John's eyes, the confusion clear.

John took a deep breath before looking back at Randy.

"I need to go home, we've been so busy and caught up in one another, I need to see Liz. Spend some time with her; maybe talk to her about us. I don't like keeping this from her."

"It's fine; you'd rather be with her. I should be going home anyway," Randy said looking back down at his hands.

"Don't make it sound like I'm choosing her over you," John said taking hold of Randy's hand. "I'm going to tell her about us. I'm not gonna lie to her. I love her."

"John, stop wittering, I need to spend some time with Sam and Alanna like I said."

Randy felt like everything that had taken place with John was ending. John wanted to spend time with Liz and he wouldn't stop him; he knew when something was a lost cause. He'd let him go back to her and they would just go back to being friends. It would make life better anyway. He wouldn't need to have any awkward, marriage ending conversations with Sam. Since he and John had got together, he felt guilty over his betrayal. He'd tried so hard not to let it get in the way with John but it still niggled at the back of his mind.

He got up from the table and excused himself to the bathroom. He needed to breathe and take everything in. He and John were over, or would be as soon as John returned from Tampa, after realizing he couldn't have both of them.

Feeling the need for comfort, Randy pulled out his cell phone and called the number he knew the best, home.

"Hey Sam, it's me," he said solemnly. "…yeah, everything's fine, just at a rest stop on the way to the hotel, so I'm a little tired… I'm sorry I haven't been home recently… well I've got four days at home after tomorrow's show so I thought we could take Alanna out somewhere, maybe spend some quality time together… that's sounds good; how about I call you later when we've got to the hotel, you can tell me more about those ideas of yours… alright I've got to go… I love you Sam."