It had been a long few days for John. He knew it wasn't going to be an easy conversation to have with his wife Liz but he needed to let her know about Randy.

Liz had always been supportive of his bisexual lifestyle and looked the other way when he'd met someone. When he brought the subject up at the weekend she was as relaxed as ever, but when he mentioned it was Randy, the reaction turned sour. Much life his sexual preferences, Liz had always known about John's feelings for Randy; but since Randy was married, she never thought anything would come of it.

John gave her the space she needed to come to terms with the change but when it was getting nearer the time for him to return to work he'd had no choice but to speak to her again. John let her vent her feelings and anger over the matter but he reassured her that nothing had changed between the two of them. He loved her, no matter what, and wanted to have a family with her when the time was right for them.

Liz relaxed when she realized he was right and the two spent the night together reaffirming their love. She once again gave her blessing of his relationship, warning him to be careful; Randy was married and she didn't want to see anyone hurt, particularly him.

The flight from Tampa wasn't long but he couldn't help but keep checking his phone to see if he'd had any messages from Randy. He loved spending time with Liz but he was starting to miss Randy's presence. He wanted to call him again just to hear his voice but they'd promised not to interrupt each other's family time. He couldn't help it though, on a couple of occasions he'd called Randy's cell only to be sent to voicemail.

Part of him had been hurt at the thought of Randy not taking his call but he realized he was overreacting; Randy had no doubt been spending time with his family and didn't want interruptions. John left a message to let Randy know he was just phoning because he missed hearing his voice and he wasn't expecting a return call.

When he landed and still didn't have any messages from Randy, he sent a message to Emma asking her to arrange for the two of them to have a locker room together so John could keep him up to date on how things went with Liz. After their couple of nights together Randy had seemed distant and had even stayed in a separate room; something he hadn't done since for the last month of their relationship.

"Hey Cena," shouted Mike Chioda, one of the WWE's referees. "Enjoy the time off?"

"Definitely, got to spend it with my gorgeous wife, you?"

"Yeah it was good, thanks. Listen Emma asked me to let you know that she 'organized it as you requested but you need to see her before going along', I take it that makes sense to you?"

"Brilliant. Do you know where she is?" John asked starting to head into the arena.

"She was just heading to her office when I saw her, best start there."

"Cheers, Mike, see you later."

John practically skipped along to Emma's office. As much as he wanted to catch up to go over the plans for the week's schedule of matches and go through the planned outcomes, he was more interested to find Randy and kiss the life out of him, maybe even take him into a private shower and remind him of their last time in a locker room.

He reached Emma's office and knocked on the door, popping his head round the corner to see if she was there.

"John, you made it, finally," she said jokingly.

"Funny, you know I'm always one of the first ones here. Have I got any meet and greet's today?"

"No, listen, I didn't ask you to come by to discuss your schedule or the matches; there's something you should know," she said indicating him to close the door and take a seat.

"Em, I love you, Honey, but I have a very attractive and hopefully only partly oiled man waiting for me in the locker room. We'll catch up later okay."

"John, that's wh-" but before she could finish John had already left.

He practically ran the last couple of corridors to get to Randy quicker; he hadn't felt this giddy since he went round to Randy's hotel room after the Breaking Point pay per view event. If that night was anything to go by then today would be even better. It was true what they said, there's nothing like being apart to reaffirm your love.

He opened the door to the locker room and dropped his bag in shock.

"Johnny here," Alanna cried out as he entered the room.

John stared out across the expanse of water, not able to focus on anything but the shock still running through his mind.

He'd spent an uncomfortable thirty minutes or so with the Orton family, trying to make small talk with Sam as Randy went about his warm up routine, ignoring John in the process. It became unbearable when he saw Sam watching Randy with lust-filled eyes. He'd followed her eye line and started to have the same thoughts as he saw Randy stretching out his strong legs on the floor. When Randy commented that he could feel eyes burning into him, John had excused himself.

When he escaped the locker room, he once again found himself practically running through the corridors, feeling like he couldn't breathe. Once he'd made it to the parking lot a couple of staff asked him where he was going when he walked past his car. He lied and said that he was going for a jog. When they questioned why he was going jogging in his jeans and when was needed at the arena, John snapped, something he prided himself on never doing.

He'd walked for a couple of miles before stopping at the lakefront. He collapsed to the ground and hugged his knees to his chest for comfort. He thought about closing his eyes and hoped that when he opened them again, he would still be on the plane from Tampa and everything that had happened was a nightmare.

When he heard footfalls behind him, he knew it wasn't the case. He didn't look back to see who it was. Nobody knew he was here so it wouldn't be anybody he needed to acknowledge.

"I tried to warn you," said a soft voice as they sat down next to him.

"Em, how did you even know I was here?" he asked shaking his head as an acknowledgement.

"One of my main event wrestlers practically runs from the arena; I'm gonna hear about it. A couple of people told me what direction you went in, I hopped in a car and voila, here I am," she said animatedly, trying to force a smile. "Besides, this lake and I go way back."

"What do you mean?" John asked curious from her comment.

"We were in this town when things ended between Josh and I. He called and ended things over the phone, near the end of the show and I just started walking. I think I made it to just round the next bend before I collapsed to the ground."

"I didn't know, I'm sorry," he returned.

Emma shrugged her shoulders. "Shawn found me. I think most of the roster were making phone calls and looking for me that night. I'd left without telling anyone."

"Was I off at the time? I knew you guys split and it was bad, but I didn't realize that went down."

"You were off recovering from your neck surgery."

"I still don't know the full story of that split. What happened?" he asked.

"That's a story for another day," she said, John could see it was clear she didn't want to talk about it. "What went down with you and Randy?"

"Nothing," John said turning his attention back to the water. "I just wasn't expecting his family to be in town."

John sat looking out over the water, not wanting to talk about it anymore, and he was thankful that Emma didn't press the topic anymore. Instead, she sat there keeping him company, checking her blackberry from time to time to ensure nothing urgent was coming up at the arena.

"Do you think Randy and I can ever have a proper relationship?" he asked startling Emma at his sudden question. "Be honest."

"I think… you have different home situations an-" she started.

"I said be honest."

"I'm sorry John, but, no. I don't see how you can when you're both married. No matter how open your marriage is," she said unable to meet his eyes.

John just continued to look out over the water thinking about what Emma said. He knew he loved Randy, and for him it was enough. He wasn't sure if Randy was there yet, or if he would ever be there, but he wasn't about to be deterred.

"We should get back," he said standing up and clearing the grass from his jeans.

He and Emma made their way back to the arena in the car and all the while John was trying to find a way to get Randy alone so they could talk. He needed to know where they stood with their relationship.

After the ten-minute drive, they reached the arena and Emma switched off the ignition. As he was about to get out she stopped him.

"I want you to know; I hope I'm wrong."

He nodded his acknowledgement and made his way slowly back to the locker room. Although he wanted to speak with Randy, he was hoping the room was empty so he could get ready for tonight's show. He'd already lost nearly an hour of the day, sat feeling sorry for himself and that was no good. Even when things are going wrong in his personal life, he always put the fans first.

Thankfully, the room was empty when he opened the door. He went over to where he left his bag and found it was open with everything laid out how he liked it. He smiled as he pictured Randy laying out his gear ready for him. He grabbed his towel and headed for the shower room, wanting to chill out before the afternoon got started. He smiled again as he found his shower gel already in a stall with a note attached.

I know we need to talk. I'll pop by your room later. R x

John led out on his hotel bed watching some mindless chick flick on the TV. It had been a long day but the thought of Randy coming by tonight, kept him going. He left Randy and his family to spend their time together, only interacting with them when Alanna saw him or if Sam started a conversation. He purposely avoided making eye contact with Randy and they didn't speak direct. If they were involved in a conversation together, their comments were directed at someone else. John was grateful that no one else noticed the odd behavior, except Emma.

Being her supportive self, Emma hung nearby all day making sure he was okay and that she was available if he wanted to talk. The added company meant that it was easier on him when Sam would get cozy with Randy. He felt jealous and wished that it was him cuddling up to Randy, sneaking a kiss when they thought no one was looking.

Now John was just counting down the time. After he'd left the shower earlier in the day, he left Randy a note in his towel which was waiting for him in the shower room as was his routine.

11:30 Room 515 J x

It was 11:29 according to the alarm clock in his room. Randy would be arriving at any time. He just wanted to talk things through but as the night went on, John found himself as excited as he had been earlier in the day.

He jumped a little at the sound of a knock on the door and he felt his heart starting to face.

"Get a grip John," he said to himself as he checked the peephole on the door. He didn't want a repeat of earlier. When he saw Randy, his heart beat even faster. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey," Randy said sounding cautious.

John stepped back from the door to let Randy in and closed the door behind him. He stood watching Randy, amused at how he looked like a teenager taking his girlfriend out on a first date.

"You alright?" John asked taking hold of Randy's hand before stepping in for a soft kiss. "You have no idea how I've missed being able to do that."

Randy didn't reply to John's comment, instead returning the kiss as soft as John's. John reached up with his hand and cupped Randy's face and before he knew what he was doing, he caught on fire and was pushing Randy back against the wall, seeking entrance to his mouth.

Randy moaned into John's kiss as his tongue continued to explore Randy's mouth. John ripped his mouth from Randy's and started kissing along his jaw line and down his neck, sucking lightly on his skin before soothing it with his tongue.

"John… John you've got to stop," Randy moaned.

"It's been too long, I can't stop now," he said grabbing the hem of Randy's shirt and pulling it off.

"Oh god, John, that feels good," he moaned again as John ran his tongue over his abs, dipping it into Randy's navel before continuing south.

"I'll be going back to those in a bit," he smirked as he undid the belt on Randy's pants.

"John, I can't… we've got to stop," Randy said trying to get John to listen. "Please."

John continued to undress Randy, pulling his pants and boxers down to free his hardening member.

"Why do you want me to stop?" he asked taking Randy's cock in his hand, stroking it to full hardness. He looked up at Randy as he licked his lips.

"Because... oh god, Johnny," he groaned putting his hand on the back of John's head as John licked around the top of Randy's cock.

"Because what, Babe?" he asked knowing Randy had lost his thought track.

"Because… because I came to… Johnny," he groaned again as John took the head of his cock into his mouth and began to suck. "Fuck it; take me in John, all the way."

John didn't even stop to respond and sank further down on Randy's cock, swallowing as he hit the back of his throat.

"Oh yeah, Stud, that's it," Randy grunted placing his other hand on the back of John's head making sure he stayed on him. "Keep going."

John started bobbing up and down on Randy's cock, running his tongue along the underside, causing more groans from his lover. He loved the sound of Randy groaning as he made him lose control. It always drove him on to do more. He worked his way back up Randy's cock, lapping up his precum as he came up.

"Don't stop, Stud."

John slipped a couple of fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking; making sure it was well lubed; keeping eye contact with Randy the entire time. He took Randy's cock back in his mouth and made the slow journey back down, taking his time. Reaching around with his lubed fingers, he gently ran them along his cheeks before pressing gently into his hole.

He let Randy adjust to the invasion, continuing to gently suck on his cock as a distraction. When Randy started to rock back onto John's fingers he pushed in further in search of Randy's hotspot.

"Shit!" Randy thrusted into John's mouth as John hit the spot inside him that made him see stars.

John moaned around Randy's cock as he held onto his head, relentlessly thrusting whenever John his hit prostate.

"Oh shit, Stud, keep going… that's it… JOHNNY…" Randy screamed as he exploded down John's throat.

John sat back and admired his work, loving the spent look on Randy's face. He moved back over to Randy and pulled his boxers and pants back up, spending time kissing and licking around his abs at the same time, causing Randy to mewl at his touch.

"Johnny, please, no more."

John stood up from where he knelt on the floor, taking Randy's hand and leading him over to sit on the bed.

"Guess I got carried away," he commented as he started placing kisses along Randy's collarbone.

"John… don't make this harder," Randy said pushing John away from his neckline.

"Don't make what harder?"

"I can't do this anymore… I can't be the other person… and I won't let you become the other person. I have a family I have to think of. They have to come first. I'm sorry," he said taking John's hand and placing a kiss on the palm. "It's over."

John watched silently as Randy stood and left the room, not even looking back at him as he picked up his shirt and left the room.

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