The hot spray from the shower pelted down on Randy's shoulder as he soaked his body, loosening up from this morning's exertions. The sex he and John had was by far the roughest they'd ever gone at it and it still sent chills down Randy's spine.

Never in the years he'd been with Sam, or any other woman for that matter, had he become addicted to sex. He was the first to admit he had an addictive personality but sex was never one of his vices, until John. Hell, it may even have been John himself and it just so happened the sex they had was fantastic.

And this week, being in Tampa, staying at a hotel when his lover was with his wife, made him feel exhilarated. He couldn't understand it. It was like he was enjoying being John's dirty little secret, except he wasn't a secret, not to his anyway.

God, just thinking of him, of what they'd be doing together was getting him hard again. He needed to find a distraction. Maybe he could go out, get John a token present, since his actual present was waiting for him in Virginia, once he'd decided which one he wanted.

Knowing his situation was going to get any better, Randy switched the shower off and stepped out. He went to grab the towel but decided on another birthday present he could give John, one that wouldn't cost him anything.

Across town at a local restaurant

"So John, been buying any more of those cars recently," Liz's father asked once their orders had been taken.

"No, not recently. I haven't had the time. Between the shows and all the media I've been doing it hasn't left a lot of time to even think about getting one," John explained. "I'd love to though."

"Well, maybe we…"

Their conversation was interrupted when John's mobile went off.

"Sorry, pop," John said grabbing his phone from his jacket pocket and opening the text message.

OPEN THIS WHEN YOU'RE ALONE. X

John shook his head at the message from Randy and went back to his conversation. The four of them sat chatting mindlessly; catching up since the last time they had all been together. At his first opportunity, John excused himself from the table and headed to the restroom.

Checking to make sure that none of the stalls were occupied, John opened the message from Randy and opened the attachment.

"I hope you realize just how… randy… you've got me," Randy said, smirking at his careful choice of words. He'd moved a chair so it was in front of the full length mirror so he could easily record the action.

He changed the angle he held the phone and zoomed in so it showed his prominent member better. His hand came into view and wrapped around his already leaking shaft, starting at a strong pace.

"Oh god," he moaned at the initial touch. "Mmm, Johnny you should feel me, I'm so hard."

He picked up the pace on his cock and started growling lowly at the sensations going through him. As he got nearer to his release, his yelling got louder.

"Ready to see me cum, Johnny?" he panted, his hips starting to buck up and meet the downward strokes of his hand.

"Shit," he groaned as the camera caught a stream of cum jet out from his cock.

He zoomed out so the camera caught him panting; he locked his eyes on his reflection in the mirror as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'll see you later," Randy said, that same smirk he started with coming back onto his face.

Randy was working his way around International Plaza. He was glad he'd decided to leave the hotel. Sitting around doing nothing but watch TV or surf the net on his iPad was causing him to keep focusing on him and John.

Being here at the Plaza meant that he was able to look for something to give John. After doing some research, he knew where he was taking John to get his birthday present but as he would explain to John later, it would have to wait another couple of days.

He was about to pass the Bath & Body Works shop, when he decided to go in and look for something that would help relax John when they were on the road. On too many occasions, he found John's muscle tense. Having refused to go and see one of the tour specialists, maybe he would allow Randy to help him. After all, a massage started them down this road.

He looked at the different products they had and picked up one of each kind. He picked up Lavender Chamomile to help him sleep (not that they would ever use it), Eucalyptus Spearmint for his stressed out days, and Blackcurrant Vanilla especially for a sensual night like tonight. While he was in the shop, he also looked at the fragrances and picked up one called Twilight Woods with had a woodsy scent, which he knew, would drive John insane.

As he continued to make his way around the stores, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

DAMN, BABE, I WAS IN A RESTAURANT! DON'T WEAR YOURSELF OUT; I WANT YOU FIT AND ABLE WHEN I GET THERE LATER. JOHNNY ;p

He smiled at John's message and went back to looking around. He wanted to get John something that he would fake enjoyment over before he told him about his actual present and then gave him his massage.

He entered one of the department stores and found his way to the men's department when he spotted the perfect item. He took it to the checkout and asked if it was possible to have gift-wrapped. He wanted John to be a big kid when he was opening his gift.

After finishing his shopping, he caught a cab back to his hotel and packed away the items he'd purchased in the wardrobe.

He was about to order some food from room service when there was a knock at the door. He looked at his watch knowing it was far too early for John to arrive and he was likely to walk in anyway.

He opened the door and his breath caught in his throat when he saw Sam stood before him.

"What are you..?" Randy started to ask but couldn't finish his sentence.

"I'm here to talk; can I come in?" Sam asked.

Randy took a step back and let her enter the room. He wasn't sure how she knew where he was staying, hell, he wasn't even sure how she knew he was even in Tampa.

"Where's Alanna?" Randy asked concerned over his daughter.

"She's at home with your mom; I needed to speak to you so I asked your parents to look after her."

"What do you need to talk about?" Randy asked. He noticed the lack of emotion in his own voice and wondered how things had become this bad between him and Sam.

"You… me… us… our family," Sam said her voice shaky as she spoke. "What's happened to us?"

Randy looked up as Sam asked the same question that he'd just been thinking. He shrugged, he couldn't answer.

"Do you not even care, Randy?" she asked emotional from his nonchalant attitude.

"Sam, I don't know what to say. Things have been wrong between us for a long time."

"You mean, since John got married," Sam said out of nowhere. Randy wondered if she knew but even if she did, it was too late. He was in too deep with John. "That's when it changed. We were doing absolutely fine until then. You started to become distant."

"I was busy Sam, I couldn't stop working," Randy said still no emotion showing in his voice. "And it's not like I didn't come home. You were always busy."

"I can't be a stay at home mum Randy. I would've gone stir crazy mad," Sam said trying to defend herself. "And it's not like I didn't try. I even came on the road with you. Even that didn't seem to make a difference. It was like I was trying too hard and getting on your nerves."

"Of course you weren't. I just, I was bu…"

"…busy with work, yeah I get it," Sam said interrupting. "I sometimes think you're married to your job not me. The only time you came alive was when you were spending time with Alanna or when you were in the ring with John."

Randy couldn't help but react to the name. She had no idea what had happened that week, how difficult it had become to get through matches in the ring with him.

"There was something going on that week; I wasn't allowed to talk about it… I guess it had me more distracted than I thought," Randy said trying to play the situation down.

"It wasn't just that week, Randy. It was every week. When you came home, you would spend all your time with Alanna or your parents. When we were alone, for a while it felt like you were elsewhere, thinking of someone else," Sam said turning away from Randy. Embarrassment spreading across her face at the thought of not being enough for him.

Randy stood up from where he'd sat on the edge of the bed and went to take Sam into his arms. He still cared for her, he couldn't deny it, but it wasn't in the way he once did.

"Of course I wasn't," he said wrapping his arms around her.

She relaxed into his arms and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of security that always came with being in his arms.

"My mind has been every which way when I've been thinking of us. I thought it was down to my travelling, but even when I was home every week, I couldn't get things to improve," he said leading Sam over to the bed to sit down. "I even thought you were having an affair."

Sam's eyes shot open and looked angrily at Randy.

"How could y…" Randy put his hand up to make her listen.

"That Dan guy from your work was coming around so much that, yeah, it went through my mind," Randy explained. "You hear about it all the time on the tour, your partner's cheating on you while you go around the world. Then I realized he was gay."

"I can't believe you thought I was having an affair," Sam said shaking her head in disbelief. "I was talking to him, letting off steam. He's a good listener. He told me to come and talk to you."

Randy nodded. He still wasn't sure how she knew he was here. Nevertheless, he wasn't ready to bring that subject up.

"I was waiting for you to come home but when you kept staying on tour…" Sam said trailing off.

"I was hurting for a while Sam. You took Alanna and came down here to Florida when it was my birthday. I didn't go home that week. I stayed in Phoenix after WrestleMania," he said reminding her of her actions that week. "It was my 30th Sam. You didn't even send a birthday message on your phone, nothing. I would've liked to have heard something from my daughter at least."

"I'm sorry, I was hurting, I had the opportunity to get away, and Alanna was happy, she was going to Disneyland," Sam said, starting to get a little tearful.

"I would've liked to have gone with her. First trip to Disney and all."

Randy started slowly pacing the room. They could talk like this for hours and be no further forward.

"So what do you want to do?" Randy asked shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I need to know what you want to do," Sam said walking over to Randy.

"I don't know," Randy said unable to make eye contact with her.

"Maybe that's the answer," Sam replied sadly moving toward the door to leave.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Randy," Sam said taking a deep breath before continuing. "Do you want to know how I knew where you were?"

Randy straightened a little where he stood. Did she know? He shook his head without looking at her.

"Dan," Randy did look up at the mention of her friend, it wasn't what he was expecting to hear. "Randy, he knew. He knew that you're…"

Randy continued to look at her. This time though, she was the one who couldn't look at him.

"…gay," he said, finishing for her.

"I didn't want to believe it, but the more I thought about it, the more I pieced it together," she said. "I thought about where you might be; I checked your schedule but it didn't give anything away; then I realized the date, John's birthday is today."

"What makes you think John has anything to do with this?" Randy asked, feeling more secure in his voice.

Sam walked over to him and placed her hand on his cheek, she smiled a little at the memory that lingered. Once, Randy would have reacted to such a touch.

"If anyone could make you comfortable enough to admit your sexuality, it would be someone you've known for a long time. Someone you trust more than anyone else in the world."

"Sam," Randy said. "I don't need this coming out right now."

"I'll leave you be," she said. "As long as he makes you happy."

"He does," Randy said smiling for the first time since Sam entered the room. "I'm sorry I've screwed things up."

Sam's tears slid down her cheek. She was glad her husband was happy but it still meant the end of her marriage.

"If things are that serious between the two of you," she said sobbing a little. "I think you should come home and speak with Alanna. She should know John will be around more often than he used to be."

Randy nodded an acknowledgement. He leant in, placed a kiss on her cheek and pulled her in for a hug.

"I'll always love you," he whispered.

Sam pulled back from his embrace and turned to the door, opening it she looked back over her shoulder to look at him once more.

"Bye, Randy."

After Sam left, Randy had changed into his sweat pants and headed to the hotel gym to work his emotions out.

For the first time in nearly a year, he was free of the guilt. He was free to love John and have a life with him. He'd even put up with only having him half the time if it meant he was able to have a relationship with him.

Sure, he was upset that his relationship with Sam had suffered but deep down from the moment he and John kissed he knew that it was inevitable.

After a good hour and a half in the gym, he went back to his hotel to clean up before his boyfriend arrived. He ordered up a light meal for John, knowing he had already eaten that day as well as something more filling for himself.

He hadn't planned any activities for the night, only spending time with John; the most he planned was treating John to a massage. As he got out of the shower, he started to feel the emotional and physical tiredness seeping over his body. Maybe he shouldn't have gone to the gym but he needed to do something.

As he finished changing, there was a knock on the door and he absentmindedly answered the door.

"Yeah, come on in," he said turning back to the bed to grab his shirt after opening the door.

"Such a nice greeting for the birthday boy," John said sarcastically.

"Johnny, I'm sorry, my minds all over the place," Randy said, lightly kissing John's lips.

John took hold of Randy and pulled him down onto his lap as he took a seat in the nearby chair. He held Randy against his chest and let his head rest against his.

"What's the matter?" John asked, half expecting a jealous viper to rear his head.

"Sam came by," Randy replied saying no more.

"How did she know you were here? You said you weren't telling her."

"I didn't; she worked it out," he said. "She worked it all out. She knows about us, about me."

John tensed a little at his words but pushed his concerns to the side to deal with Randy's wellbeing.

"Are you okay, Babe?" he asked, running his hand over Randy's back.

"I'm fine. It was just an emotional conversation to have. It wiped me out I guess."

John picked Randy up from his lap, carried him, for the second time that day, to the bed, and laid him down. As he was about to pull the sheet over him there was a knock at the door.

"I ordered some food for us," Randy said softly.

"I'll get it," John went to the door and opened up letting room service in to tray of food in. "Do you think eating might help, Babe?"

"Yeah," Randy said sitting up on the bed and rubbing his eyes.

They led out on the bed and ate in silence; John brushing a hand over Randy's from time to time to make sure he was okay. When they were finished, John cleared the plates up and moved them to the table.

"I'm sorry, this isn't exactly how I saw this night going," Randy said, pulling John in for a hug. "I got you a present though, let me get it."

Randy pulled away from John and went to the closet. He pulled out the largest package as well as a leaflet about his third present. He went back to the bed with the wrapped parcel, presenting it to a now giddy John.

Randy's mood instantly brightened at the child-like look on John's face. John ripped open the present and his eyes went wide; he lifted the white plush bathrobe from its wrapping and tried to put a smile across his face, he didn't want to hurt Randy's feelings, not after the day he'd had.

"Babe, it's perfect," he said leaning over and kissing Randy.

"Well, I figured, you have to put up with the hotel ones all the time. It's nice to be able to where your own whenever you like," Randy said, finding it hard to keep a serious face as he spoke.

"Like I said, it's perfect," John leant over again to kiss Randy, deepening the kiss a little this time.

"Glad you like it," Randy said.

"Want me to model?" John said, jumping up so he stood on the bed, holding the bathrobe to his body.

"Johnny, even you can't pull sexy off in that thing," Randy said, letting his laughter show through. "Do you want your real present now?"

"Of course I can pull sexy off," John said taking his top off. "Wait, real present?"

Randy rolled his eyes as John's slow reaction to his words, his shirt caught on the top of his head.

"Oh yeah, sexy," Randy droned. "And yes, real present. Now get down here before you break the bed."

John stepped over Randy's body before lowering down to straddle his lap, t-shirt still hanging off his head.

"That was mean," John said.

"I couldn't resist," he said pulling off John's shirt as he leaned in for another kiss.

Randy reached into his back pocket where he stashed the leaflet and pulled it out for John to read.

"You got me a leaflet about cars?" John asked confused. "I think I prefer the bathrobe."

"You're being an idiot, today Cena." Randy said clipping him around the head.

"It's my birthday, I'm allowed to be," John said.

"In three days, there is an auction taking place in Virginia, where you can pick out a car you want," Randy explained. "I know you've wanted to get another one to do up for a while. I would've picked one out myself but unless it's brand new I couldn't care less to know if it's a classic or not."

"Okay, this really is perfect," John said claiming Randy's lips in a passionate kiss. "Thank you."

"Wanna make it even better?" Randy asked, smiling his devious smile at John.

"What do you have in mind?"

"There's a third present for you in the cupboard, in a gift bag," Randy explained.

John climbed off Randy and went to the cupboard taking out the final gift. He brought it over to where Randy lay on the bed before opening it. He took out one of the bottles and read the label.

"Massage oils?" John questioned. "Trying to bring back a little hint of that first kiss?"

"Oh, please, that kiss was nothing in comparison to the second, or the third, fourth, fifth… I could go on," Randy said smirking. "I just thought I would do my boyfriend a favor, since he never goes to the specialists."

"So what do we have? 'Sleep', mmm 'sensual', hmm 'stress relief'," John made noises as he listed them off. "Shirt off please, Mr. Orton."

"What are you on about? I bought these to help you unwind," Randy said in defiance.

"And I will unwind, when my lover does," John said. "You've had a rough day. Let me help you out."

Randy slipped his shirt over his head. He went to fold it up but John, rolling his eyes at Randy's obsessive neatness, grabbed the shirt and threw it on the floor.

"I'll clean up later. I promise. Now roll over onto your front," John ordered Randy.

Randy reluctantly rolled over and made himself comfortable as he heard the lid of the bottle open.

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