"I can't believe how big this place is," Randy said more to himself than those with him.

"Babe, it's a classic cars auction. Of course it's going to be huge," John said shaking his head at Randy's comment. "Haven't you ever been to one of these?"

"Have you ever known me to be into cars?" Randy said, not really interested in the event.

He couldn't help getting distracted by John. From the moment he got dressed, Randy was distracted. John was wearing a tank top and shorts, which Randy couldn't help thinking, was showing too much. To the passer by, they wouldn't take a second look. The hat and sunglasses he wore meant he was going by unrecognized and he was just another muscle head into cars. To Randy however, he couldn't take his eyes off him. His eyes wandered down John's body as he followed behind John.

"Eyes forward, Babe," John said without turning around.

"They are forward."

John stopped in his tracks suddenly, causing Randy to walk into him.

"Maybe I should've said 'eyes up'," John chuckled.

"Will you two stop, you're making me feel sick," Cody grumbled.

Randy had forgotten Ted and Cody were even with them. John thought it would have been a good idea for the two to join them for the morning, to make Cody and Ted forget about going onto two different rosters.

"Cody, don't take it out on them, honey," Ted said, kissing his neck as he slid his hands around his waist. "They've just gone back together."

"Why did we stop, Johnny?" Randy said trying to ignore the comments from his friends.

"I spotted a car, come on," he said grabbing Randy's hand as he weaved them through the cars, laid out in the field.

When John stopped, Randy looked at the car they stood by and couldn't help but think John was interested in a girl's car. He wasn't sure he wanted to spend the money on a car like that.

"Cena, it's a girl's car. I like Liz, but I'm not buying her a car. I'm buying you a car," he said careful over his words.

"That's fine, because I'm interested in this one," John said, turning Randy around to face a different car.

Randy's eyes landed on a black car, which looked like it had seen its final days over twenty years ago. He leant in the window and noticed there were burn marks all over the seats and across the dashboard as well.

"Seriously?" he said looking back over his shoulder at John. "You would have to recover the seats and look at the dash."

Ted and Cody had followed the two of them in and straight away Ted had lifted the hood to look at the engine.

"Not to mention fit a whole new engine. It's burnt out," he said pointing it out to John.

"All those things are fixable," John said, continuing to admire the car. Pushing Randy out the way, he opened the door and sat down in the front seat. "Besides it's a 1967 Oldsmobile Cutlass Convertible. It's a classic."

Randy watched John as he grew accustomed to the car. He knew that this was the one John wanted and that's all he cared about. He grabbed the program from Cody who leant against the car, not caring about what was happening. Scanning down through the list, he could see that the car was on the block at noon. Looking at his watch, they still had another hour and a half until the auction.

Crouching down near John, who still sat in the front seat, he put his hand on his knee.

"This the one you want?" Randy asked.

John looked at him and smiled, his dimples growing deep into his cheeks.

"Definitely," John said.

"I've taken a look, this one's in the 12 o'clock sale, so you can continue to drool, have a look round at the rest of the cars, or we can get something to eat."

"Randall Orton, my gorgeous Babe," John smiled taking Randy's hand in his. "Always thinking with his stomach. Although options one and three do sound good right now."

"You stay here with Ted; I'll take Cody to get some food," Randy said signaling the sullen man leant against the car.

"You know, you're gonna need a paint job done on this hood as well John," Ted said as Randy stood up.

Randy groaned as the list of jobs kept growing. He wished John wasn't into rebuilding cars, that way he wouldn't buy a car which needed so much work done that the rebuild cost more than the car itself.

"Really, Johnny. This one?"

John chuckled as Randy pulled Cody out of his sulking and took him to buy the food for everyone.

The two men weaved through the cars and made their way to the food court as fast as was possible in the crowd.

"What does Ted want?" Randy asked trying to engage Cody in some conversation.

Cody simply shrugged.

"Well they haven't exactly got a lot of choice. Do you think a burger, hotdog, what?"

"I don't know," Cody said still not responding to Randy's questions.

"Codes, you've got to get out of this flunk. You and Ted are going to be fine. You're going to be on separate tours, it doesn't mean you won't see each other. The travel schedule's been quite light recently, if it keeps up you'll be able to see each other every week," Randy said trying to get Cody to open up to him.

"Do you think his dad had anything to do with this?" Cody suddenly asked.

"What makes you think that?"

"It all happened after we spoke to him. First the fight during the show, now I'm being transferred," Cody said shrugging. "Just feels a bit sudden."

Randy shook his head. Even though she was on her break at the time, Emma wouldn't have allowed something like that to happen. If it went down when she was off then she would've straightened it out when she got back.

"You've got to give him time, you dropped a bombshell on him," Randy said. "I dread to think how my dad's going to react when he finds out about me."

"You're telling your family?" Cody asked shocked at Randy's admission.

"It's gone through my mind," Randy shrugged. "It's going to come out, especially since Sam and I are over."

Cody just looked at Randy, the shock still in place.

"When did that happen?"

Randy looked down at his feet. As much as he was fine with his relationship with Sam ending, it still saddened him to think he'd hurt her in some way.

"She came down to Tampa last week; she has a friend who's gay, apparently he could tell," Randy said shrugging, not wishing to talk about it. "What does Ted want?"

Cody couldn't believe what Randy was telling him. It was obvious, looking at him at that moment, that he was hurting over the situation. Though having only seen him with John until now, he didn't see the pain.

"He'll want a burger," Cody said answering Randy's question. "Are you happy with John?"

"Yes," Randy said without even needing to think it through. "Why do people keep asking me that?"

"I mean, truly happy," Cody clarified. Cody watched as Randy took a deep breath and turned to face him.

"John makes me feel like no one else ever has. He can turn me on, with a look. He can make me relax, with a single touch…" Randy said smiling at his own words. "…and he can piss me off, with one word. Yes, I am truly happy."

Randy turned back just in time to reach the front of the queue and ordered the food. Once they received the order, the two men started on their way back to the car.

"Let me ask you something, recent drama aside, are you happy?" Randy asked looking back at Cody.

"Ted definitely makes me happy," Cody said finally letting a grin hit his face for the first time that day.

They reached the car and found Ted standing against the car, waiting for his food. John, studying the engine, didn't even notice they were back.

Randy leant against the front of the car and waited for John to realize he was there.

"He's been studying this thing since you left," Ted said between mouthfuls.

Randy laughed at Ted's obvious boredom. Apparently, one car couldn't entertain him for hours, like John.

"Why don't you two go and have a look around. I'll keep the obsessive one company," Randy said.

"I'm not obsessed. I'm keeping my babe safe from others," John said finally lifting his head from the bonnet.

He took his food from Randy and bit into his burger. He waved goodbye to Ted and Cody who walked off with their arms around one another.

"Since when do I share the same affectionate pet name as a car?" Randy asked, keeping his face serious.

John looked at him puzzled.

"You called the car, your babe. I'm thinking I shouldn't buy you it, I might get jealous," Randy joked.

John moved so he stood in front of Randy, kicking his feet apart, so he could move in between them. He snaked his arm up and around Randy's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

"I couldn't help it, Babe. The car's as sexy as you."

"This burnt out, piece of-"

"Watch what you say about my new lady," John warned. "You wouldn't want me to choose between the two of you, would you?"

They finished their food and Randy disposed of the waste in a nearby trashcan as John once again got back in the car. Randy returned and went round to the passenger's side, sliding in next to John.

"Just think, Babe. When this lady's finished, we can take her out for a ride, put the top down, go somewhere romantic and then go at it on the back seat."

"You do realize it's going to be years until she's ready to go out anywhere," Randy said sarcastically. "And I want to get laid before then."

"I'm going to have to teach you a thing or two about classic cars," John said ignoring Randy's last comment.

"Uh huh," Randy said. "So how much competition do you have?"

John shifted in the seat so he was facing Randy. He watched as he poured through the information sheets they received upon arrival. Randy pulled out his glasses so he could read the information easier. He was still reluctant about needing to wear them and on numerous occasions, John had to remind him to put them on. He saw Randy look around as if checking to see if anyone he knew could see him with them on. John reached over the short distance and ran his hand over Randy's muscular arm.

"Do you know how sexy you look with those on?" John said.

"Probably not as sexy as you think this car is," Randy said not looking up from the paperwork.

"I don't know, you look… mmm gorgeous," he said with a lustful gaze. "…handsome… sexy… kissable… fu-"

"We're in public, John, we can't do that here."

"I don't think I can take anymore, Johnny," Randy said as John started kissing his way across his chest. "We've been at it since we got back from the auction."

"I can't help it; I'm grateful for the present; grateful for having a sexy boyfriend who'd buy something like that for me."

Randy pulled John in for a soft kiss; trying to calm him down from the frenzy, he was working himself into over a birthday present. Though Randy had suspicions, it was more over the car itself than the fact that he bought it for him.

"You'll be able to start working on it soon," Randy said wrapping his arms around John.

"It's not the car… it's you. You and your glasses. I wish you'd wear them more often," John said being honest.

"I hate them," Randy reached over to the bedside cabinet pulling the clock into view. "I hate to say this, but we need to be getting over to the arena."

John reluctantly pulled away, sulking at the thought of leaving the hotel room.

"We'll be back soon enough. Then I can take care of you," Randy said smirking at John as he pulled his pants on. He noticed his phone vibrating on the nightstand and picked it up.

"Hey Mom… it's always you, Dad calls from his mobile… whoa, whoa, start from the beginning… have you tried calling her, she's probably stuck in traffic… okay, okay I get it you've called… let me give her a call, I'll ring you back."

Randy hung up from his Mom and started flicking through his phone.

"Everything okay?" John said coming out from the bathroom.

"Sam didn't pick Alanna up from Mom's, she's concerned," Randy said as he waited for Sam to answer her phone. "Sam, it's Randy, can you call me, Mom's worried about you, you haven't picked Al up. Let me know you're okay."

He rung off and looked at his phone, concern starting to seep into his mind. His Mom was right, it wasn't like Sam not to pick Alanna up; something was up.

"Could she be stuck in traffic?" John asked as he pulled his shirt on.

"Probably," Randy said. "I'm going to give the neighbors a call to see if they could pop over."

"I'll get your bags ready," John offered as Randy went about making phone calls.

As Randy made more and more phone calls, he started to panic. He called his Mom back to let her know that he hadn't reached Sam. He asked her to look after Alanna and make sure she was okay. He didn't want his little girl getting upset.

He was about to start ringing the hospitals and police when he got a call back from his neighbor.

"Hello… yeah, Hi, I was just wondering if you could do me a favor… Sam hasn't picked Alanna up from my parents, I'm just a little concerned something's happened… no she's not coming out to me... what do you mean?.. Okay, thanks."

As soon as he rang off from his neighbors, he rang his Mom and explained. His Mom explained to him that she had Alanna's bag with some clothes in just in case she needed to change her.

Randy was talking to his Mom when she interrupted. A note was in Alanna's bag explaining she had to go away for a few days to get her head around recent events. Randy let the phone fall from his ear and sank down onto the edge of the bed, holding his head.

John watched everything and went over to Randy. He picked the phone up from the floor while comforting Randy at the same time.

"Elaine… hi, its John… what's happening?.. Okay, I think Randy needs some time... I'll get him to call you later… he'll want to talk to Alanna… I will… bye."

John switched the phone off and held Randy in his arms. Randy was trying his hardest not to let it show but John knew that he was quietly crying. How could he not. When they spoke about Sam's reaction to his relationship, John knew it was too easy. There was bound to be some kind of realization and fallout.

"Let's get to the arena. If you speak with Em, she'll be able to get you out of the live shows and you can head home."

"What am I going to tell my parents?"

"That's something you need to decide, Randy. Just know I'll be there for you all the way," John said trying to comfort Randy as much as he could.

Randy suddenly straightened and rubbed his face.

"I need to work."

"I can't believe this. The last time I'm part of the Raw roster and I don't even get to be part of the show, where's the decency in that?" Cody complained.

Since they'd arrived in town, John and Randy had barely stopped hearing about his transfer to Smackdown. They felt sorry for him and understood why he was upset but he was starting to annoy everyone.

"Honey," Ted said as he exited the bathroom. "You need to calm down. If you're not working, then it means you can enjoy yourself."

"I'd rather be working, Theodore," Cody said with a cutting edge to his voice.

"Fine, whatever," Ted said ignoring Cody's tantrum.

As he sat back on the bench, Randy tried to drown out Cody's bleating and try to focus on his own work for the night. He was glad in the end that he was working with Dave; at least he wouldn't need to take the strain of helping the younger superstars. Jack was going to be a star in his day but now, his mic work still needed strengthening. The only person that would be better than Dave, was John, he was light-years ahead of the other superstars, including himself.

He was also his rock, tonight. Since the phone calls he'd received at the hotel, John had been with him every step of the way. When he was making the phone calls to various people, John silently went about making sure everything was ready for them to leave for the arena. John also made sure that everything they needed for the morning was in its place, something that he usually did.

When his Mom had discovered the note, John was immediately at his side, handling the phone call and holding him. Part of him was ashamed to say that he had shed some tears over the events, but John let him get them out of his system without bringing attention to them.

When they hit the arena, he led him back to Emma's office and they spoke about what had happened in Tampa as well as today's events. Emma offered as much support as she humanly could and shifted Randy's work schedule around so he could have four days at home with Alanna, by which point Randy hoped Sam would've returned.

The entire time, John was with him, showing his support as much as he could without drawing attention to them. When they walked the corridors, they walked along side another, John's fingers lingering near Randy's barely touching, but Randy felt the significance. When they were in the dressing room, John would wrap his arms around him, and Randy felt safe.

This was the first moment John had been apart from him, and he only did so because Randy insisted he take his pre-match shower.

"I hate this," Cody started griping again. "I have one event this whole week; I don't even get any live shows."

"God damn it Cody will you shut up," Randy shouted across the room, hitting his limit of Cody's bitching. "We get, you're pissed off… but I've got news for you. Your life isn't that bad."

"Don't speak to me like that, I'm not a kid," Cody snapped back at Randy.

"Then stop acting like a petulant child."

"I suppose I should be grateful I'm not a poor starving kid in Africa, is that what you're trying to say?" Cody continued. "That people across the world have it worse than me."

"Right this instance, I don't care about the kids in Africa. At this moment, your life beats mine," Randy barked.

"Oh, yeah, Mr. I Get to Be with My Lover Everyday must have it real tough," Cody barked.

Ted stood up to get between the two of them as they had gone head to head in the middle of the locker room. He tried to push them apart but they were having none of it. Eventually, Randy backed down, shaking his head at the ludicrous behavior of the two of them.

"I'm done with this," Randy said grabbing something from his bag and leaving the room.

"Randy, where are you going?" John called over as he exited the shower room.

Randy left without replying to John. John had heard some yelling but didn't know what had gone down.

"What happened?" John asked as he slipped his cutoff jeans on.

"Your boyfriend thinks he has the right to tell me to stop moaning. Like he's got something to be miserable over," Cody whined.

"Cody, Honey," Ted soothed trying to get Cody to calm down.

"You're an idiot," John said, grabbing his shirt and exiting to find Randy.

He walked the hallways of the arena trying to find him until a member of the crew told him he'd seen him go through the fire exit on the west side of the building. John made his way over and found the fire exit the crewmember had mentioned. When he poked his head out the door, he found Randy leant against the wall. He couldn't see for sure, but the puff of smoke rising from him, let John know that he was smoking.

"You better plan on taking a breath mint before you kiss me again," John said leaning against the doorframe.

Randy didn't speak, barely even acknowledged his presence. John walked over to him and stood next to him, slipping his hand under the hem of Randy's shirt, placing it firmly on the small of his back.

"I don't want to talk about it," Randy said simply.

"I wasn't going to ask," John replied. "I was just gutted I didn't get to flaunt my muscles for you. I know how you enjoy a good showing."

"He pissed me off."

John nodded but didn't say anything in reply. Nothing he could say would get through to Randy. He needed to calm down on his own.

"It was going to be a good show as well. I was going to get you all worked up, letting you glimpses but not revealing too much," John continued.

"I get it. He's upset. Being on two different shows is nothing. You know he has one show this week. He's already planning on travelling with Ted the rest of the week."

John's hand travelled gently up Randy's spine, trying to keep him calm while letting him rant.

"Here's me. My marriage is over. My soon to be ex-wife, has gone off leaving our daughter with my parents, who I now have to explain to about the breakup of my marriage," Randy continued to let his feelings out.

"Do you want another massage later, maybe use the sleep lotion to help you drift off? Be nice and refreshed for tomorrow."

"What am I supposed to tell them?" Randy asked.

John let his hand run back down Randy's spine and let it rest on his waist.

"Look at me," he instructed. Only when Randy turned to face him did he continue. "You can tell them as little or as much as you like. I'll be there with you no matter what."

Randy studied John's face at his last comment, "You're coming with me?"

"I'm not going to let you do this alone. I have to be in Huntsville for Friday but I'll be with you for the next three days."

"Thank you, Johnny," Randy said kissing John softly but letting it build until John slipped his tongue into his mouth. He moaned when John broke the kiss almost instantly.

"Breath mint, Babe," John said pulling a face.

"I think I've got some in my bag, come on," Randy said pulling John with him through the door.

As they headed back to the locker room Randy started thinking about what he was going to say to Cody.

"Do you think I should tell them?" Randy asked.

"It might help smooth things over, but if you don't want to yet, then don't," John said as they approached the door. "Besides Cody's being a spoilt child ride now."

"That's what I said," Randy chuckled as they stepped into the locker room.

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