"Babe," John whispered to Randy. "Babe, you've got to wake up."

John was reluctant to wake Randy from the first sleep he'd got since he received the phone call from his Mom. When they'd returned to the hotel room, John told him to relax as he spoke to the airline and changed their bookings to an earlier flight. He wanted to make sure they were there as early as possible so Randy could see his daughter.

Once he'd changed the flights, Randy was still switched off and distant. He pulled him to the bed, removed his shirt and pants, helping him slip on his pajama bottoms. Laying him down face first on the bed John tried to relax him with the massage he suggested when they were at work. When that didn't appear to be working, John gradually changed his touch to a more sensual movement and slipped his hands under the waistband of Randy's bottoms. He tenderly ordered Randy to turn over, letting his hand move across his skin as he complied.

He took hold of Randy's member and gently stoked him to attention all the while whispering in his ear, reassuring him everything was going to be okay. He stroked him to the edge and then sent him over, telling him that he would always be there for him.

Randy cuddled into John's arms after feeling his release and tried to sleep, unfortunately, it escaped him. In the end, John spent the night lying in bed, holding his lover as he kept thinking about his daughter and Sam.

John was thankful when Randy managed to fall to sleep when they relaxed on the plane. John stayed awake though, as Randy leant into him. He wanted to make sure he was available should Randy wake and need him.

"Babe, I'm sorry, you need to wake up," John said stroking the side of Randy's face in hopes of stirring him.

Eventually Randy's eyes fluttered open and immediately John felt him tense a little.

"Are we there?" he asked.

"Just about to land, Babe."

Randy nodded, wiping the sleep from his eyes. John chuckled to himself as Randy tried to focus his eyes.

"Need your glasses?"

"NO," Randy said, hating the thought of wearing them.

Ten minutes later the two men exited the plane and headed through the airport. Randy led John through to the long-term car park as he went to collect his car. They packed their bags into the trunk and started on their way to Randy's parents in the Florrisant suburb of St Louis.

"Thanks for coming, John," Randy said his eyes not leaving the road.

"Anything for you," John said yawning as he spoke.

"Did you sleep on the plane?"

John shook his head and leant against the window, trying to keep his eyes open.

"I'd suggest you try and get some sleep but we'll be at Mom and Dad's soon," Randy explained. "It's only fifteen minutes from the airport."

"I'm okay, I'll get some when we get back to yours," John said, suddenly sitting up straight. "Are you okay with me staying at yours?"

"Of course I am," Randy said, hurt that John would think anything else. "Why wouldn't I be?"

John shook his head, trying to get his words straight in his head before speaking.

"I… some people wouldn't be comfortable having their lover in the house they share with their wife," John tried to explain.

"You've stayed here before," Randy said pointing out the obvious.

"Not since we've been together," John countered.

Randy was the one to shake his head this time, it wasn't like John to be putting up barriers between them. If he came up with a rule, he was always the first one to break it. Randy focused on the road, not wanting to get in an argument over the matter, not when he had Alanna to worry about, not to mention the thought of breaking the news about him and Samantha. He still hadn't decided whether he was going to tell them the reason behind the split.

"I wasn't trying to cause an argument or push you away," John said reading Randy's mind. "I just wanted to make sure."

Randy took a deep breath, reaching over and taking John's hand in his.

"I want you there," Randy said as he pulled John's hand over to rest on his thigh as they made the last leg of the journey to pick up Alanna.

As they pulled onto the driveway of the Orton household, John squeezed Randy's thigh.

"You ready for this?" John asked as Randy sat looking at the house.

"I'm not sure," Randy said. "I still don't know whether to tell them the whole truth."

"As I said, it's up to you. I'll be by your side no matter what," John said letting his hand travel up to the back of Randy's neck so his fingers ran along the top of his spine. "This things tinted windows right?"

Randy looked at John a little puzzled at his sudden change in topic.

"Yeah, why?"

John hit the release button on Randy's seatbelt as well as his own and then pulled him close; letting his lips touch Randy's gently, John teased him before capturing Randy's lips properly with his own. He ran his tongue along the seam of Randy's lips and Randy readily opened. They mated their tongues together and fought for dominance as Randy forgot all his concerns, letting the fire inside him take over. John moaned and let Randy win the battle, letting him take control of the kiss.

When their lungs were burning for air, the two broke apart, gasping for breath, trying to calm their racing hearts.

"Why is it I can't get enough of you?" John asked; smiling at Randy who sat with his eyes closed.

Randy was about to reply when he saw movement ahead of them. The front door of the house opened and his Mom held Alanna by her side pointing to the car that held her father. Randy smiled at the sight of his daughter, she was beautiful and he realized yet again how much he missed her while on the road.

"Come on," he said tapping John's leg.

He opened the car and ran over to his daughter, sweeping her up into his arms and raining kisses on her.

"Missed you," he said as she giggled.

"Miss you too," she replied smiling a toothy smile at her father. "Johnny."

"Hey there cutie," John said as he approached from the car. "Mrs. Orton, how are you?"

"Very well, thank you John," Elaine said ushering the group inside leading them through to the family room where Bob sat watching a football game on TV. When Randy walked through the door, he switched the TV off and looked at Randy with an expectant look.

"Not now," Elaine ordered before Bob even said anything. Bob reluctantly switched the TV on without really greeting Randy or John.

Alanna, or was oblivious to the adults unspoken conversation, pulled her father down to the floor and insisted on showing him her new toys. Elaine, obviously trying to compensate, had purchased the whole toy store for Alanna to play with.

Randy sprawled out on the floor, watching his daughter as well as playing along with her games. He kept an eye on John who was starting to look a little nervous about sitting in the home of his boyfriend's parents.

Randy grabbed Alanna into a hug and whispered to her. Alanna stood up from her spot on the floor and ran over to John.

"Johnny, you got to play," she said pulling on his arm, making the man chuckle. He joined them on the floor.

John was careful to keep enough distance between he and Randy, not wanting to put his hand on him in a loving way.

They lay out on the floor for over an hour playing 'Tea Party' with Alanna who was having lots of fun teaching both men how to hold their cups correctly. John watched the interaction between Randy and his daughter, hoping one day that he would be lucky enough to have that himself.

When Alanna started yawning, Randy scooped her up and took her upstairs to the room she was sleeping in and tucked her into bed for a nap.

He returned downstairs and found his father had once again switched off the TV and Elaine had joined him. This was it.

"Randy, what's happening?" Bob asked before Randy even sat down.

Randy took a deep breath and took the seat next to John, careful not to sit as close as he wanted to. He looked to John for the support he needed.

"John, would you-"

"I want him here," Randy said before his father could finish. "He already knows what's happening."

Bob looked at him with a look of confusion. Randy wondered if he'd already said too much but pressed on already. He still wasn't sure if he was going to let his parents know.

"Sam needed to go away-"

"Randy, we already know she needs to get her head around 'recent events'," Bob interrupted this time. "What we want to know is what recent events is she talking about?"

Randy looked down at his feet, taking another deep breath before continuing.

"Sam and I have decided to go our separate ways," he said.

Elaine couldn't believe what she was hearing. After Sam's surprise visit to Florida, less than a week ago, she couldn't help wondering what her son had been up to.

"Randy, I love you and will support you, but I have to ask, have you been having an affair?" she said looking away unable to meet her son's eyes. "I know you've been working with those friends of yours again, and they seemed to approve of your previous lifestyle."

"Mom, please don't," Randy said. "I haven't been hanging with Paul and Dave, simply working with them a little, most of all I've been working with John and just recently, Adam."

Randy watched as his mother relaxed at the thought. He however had tensed up, he was grateful he hadn't lied to his mother, but he still knew she was right in her suspicions. He had cheated on Sam, but not in the way she was thinking. How would she react if he told her of his relationship with John?

"Then why son?" Bob asked.

"I haven't been home enough, I guess, we just drifted apart," he said only partly giving the truth. He couldn't meet his father's eyes. Randy knew that within one second his father would know.

"That's workable," Bob said. "You don't think that your mother and I had the same problems when you were younger. The business was tougher back then. Vince goes easy on you guys, it's more family friendly."

"Yeah, I know," Randy said rolling his eyes at his father's comment. "Doesn't mean that it's perfect. A lot of the guys do end up getting divorced, even in the family friendly business."

"Randy," John said quietly beside him. "Don't."

John could tell that Randy was getting angry inside, he could see the vein in his vein throbbing. Only two things got that to happen, and John wasn't doing anything to him at the moment.

Randy calmed at the sound of his lover's voice. It found it soothing to know that John was with him, just as he'd promised. Randy realized he needed to be honest, if only to be fair to John. He wasn't sure how he could explain their relationship especially considering John was married and he shared his time with Liz as well. He needed to though, he didn't want John feeling like he was ashamed of him.

"The truth is," Randy started. "I… I… I thought Sam was having an affair. When I confronted her about it we had an argument. We both realized that our relationship couldn't continue if there's no trust."

Randy looked down, shaking his head at his disappointment. He just couldn't have that conversation with his parents; he wasn't ready for the confrontation that would occur. Let them get used to the idea that he and Sam were separated and then he could tell them about him and John.

He looked up to see his father and mother looking at one another, a little shocked Randy guessed that he could think that of his wife. Hell, he couldn't believe he was saying it, he didn't want to lie to them and here he was, lying his head off. Yes, he'd thought briefly that she may have been but then he realized he was idiot, especially when the man had turned out to be gay himself. They'd never argued over it, he'd never confronted her. She'd confronted him, and was right.

Elaine rose from her seat and excused herself to check on the food she had started to prepare ready for dinner that night. Bob also excused himself, shaking his head at Randy's huge mistake. Randy couldn't help but notice the small glance from his father to John, showing the disapproval that the man had known about this.

When both of Randy's parents were out of the room, John placed his hand on Randy's thigh, running it along the surface trying to comfort him. Randy looked over to him and tried to smile but couldn't. Instead, he placed his hand on top of John's and squeezed, silently thanking him.

"I need to get out of here," Randy said standing and starting to pace.

"Babe," John said, quiet enough that Randy's parents wouldn't hear the pet name. "Alanna's sleeping, you can't try moving her."

Randy rubbed his face and cocked his head at John.

"Stop being rational," he smirked.

John stood and walked over to Randy, gently taking his hand in his.

"At least I got a smile."

"You got a smirk, not a smile," Randy corrected. "Can I least have a smoke?"

John chuckled at Randy as he asked for permission.

"Only if you promise to have a breath mint before AND after, one wasn't enough yesterday," he said wrinkling his nose a little.

"Don't wrinkle your nose," Randy said, placing a tiny kiss on the tip. "It doesn't look cute on you, just makes you look old."

"That's just mean," John said pouting at Randy.

"Maybe I'll make it up to you later," Randy said. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he straightened and stepped back from John. "Yeah, well, thanks for coming. You're a good mate."

John was puzzled from Randy's sudden change in demeanor. He was about to ask what he was on about when he heard rustling behind him. He turned and saw Elaine walk into the room, not making any eye contact with her son. John could feel Randy tense at the atmosphere and wished he could help him relax. With the limited contact they could make, John did the only thing he could think of.

"You said something about a smoke?" John asked.

"Oh, John, you haven't started with that awful habit, have you?" Elaine asked.

"No, Mrs. O. I just go with him. That way he might only smoke one," John said smiling at her.

"Or two," Randy said indicating to John to follow him out.

Randy picked the monitor up on his way out and attached it to his hip, so he could hear if Alanna woke up. He wished he could keep his daughter out of his split from Sam but unfortunately, he knew it was inevitable. He made a mental promise not to use her as a bargaining tool with Sam.

The two men went through to the back yard and headed down the end where it was more secluded. Elaine had purposefully designated the area behind the trees as the smoking area when she learnt her two sons were smokers. As he leant forward on the low wall, thinking about his situation, he felt John run his hand along the little bit of skin exposed at the small of his back.

"You doing okay?" he asked.

"You're here," Randy replied turning to smile at John. "So I'm doing okay."

John smiled softly at Randy and moved closer, letting his hand move further up Randy's spine. Forgetting they stood in Randy's parents backyard.

As Randy was finishing his cigarette, with John absent-mindedly running his fingers over his arms and lower back, Randy heard Alanna start to stir. She had only been asleep for about an hour and Randy knew she would easily go back to sleep but he was desperate to get out of his parents' house.

He went back inside with John and went up to get check on Alanna. When he got to the room, she was already fully awake and wanting Randy to hold her. He scooped her up in his arms and took her downstairs to the family room. He asked her which toys she wanted to take home and which she wanted to leave at Grandma's house. Alanna decided she wanted them all to go home, as she wasn't finished playing with them. After trying to coax her to leave just one or two toys, Alanna fixed a pout on her face that he swore John had taught her, and he readily agreed wanting his daughter's happiness to take precedence.

He asked his Mom to keep her entertained as he and John packed up the toys and loaded them into the car with their bags. While they were packing, he smiled as he thought of the presents he picked out for her, hoping they would make her as happy as those from her Grandma.

Once they were loaded, he fixed Alanna's seat into the car and then loaded her in, ready for the forty-five minute drive to his home. They said goodbye to Randy's parents and set out on their way, Randy grateful that he could relax.

"Johnny, you coming with?" Alanna asked as they hit the interstate.

"Yep, I thought I'd spend some time with you and your daddy this week," John said shifting in his seat to talk to the little girl.

They made their way along the interstate with John keeping Alanna entertained with jokes and pulling silly faces. When Randy commented that it would stick that way, John simply poked his tongue out at him in response. Randy had turned his head to look at John at the exact moment he poked his tongue out and gave John the briefest of looks that told him what he was thinking. John blushed as Randy turned back to focus on the road as Alanna interrupted them laughing at John.

"Johnny, why did you go red?"

"Yeah, Johnny, why did you go red?" Randy asked playing along.

"I… I shouldn't have done that, it was rude," John said trying to remain serious.

"Daddy doesn't like it when people are rude," Alanna said.

"No, Daddy doesn't, I'll have to have a word with Johnny later, set him right," Randy said, promising John fun later that night.

Later in the evening, once they ate dinner, Alanna was in bed, Randy, and John spread out on the sofa, with Randy leaning his head against John's abs.

They lay their simply resting, not needing to say anything, just enjoying one another's company. Randy's eyes were drifting closed, but John noticed he was fighting against it.

"Babe, it's been a long day, why don't you close your eyes and get some sleep," John suggested.

"Maybe I don't want to, I'm enjoying being here with you," he said lifting his gaze to lock eyes with John. "Besides, I still have to have a word with you, about being rude. Not to mention I said I'd make it up to you… for mean and saying you looked old."

Randy shifted so he was lying on top of John, his face still level with his abs. he pushed the shirt up a little and revealed the muscles across John's stomach and licked his lips at the sight.

"It feels like forever since I've been with you," Randy said. "Got to play with you."

He leant in and ran his tongue across John's body, feeling the muscles contract underneath him.

"It was yesterday, Babe," John said, his breath already hitching at Randy's touch.

"It still feels like forever, it's been a long twenty-four hours."

Randy pushed his shirt further up, kissing his way along his sternum. When Randy uncovered John's nipples, he ran his tongue and teeth over one as tweaked the other with his wandering hand. John moaned quietly under his touch.

"You're quiet tonight, Johnny," Randy said, smirking as he continued to attack John's chest.

"Don't want to wake-"

"Trust me, she's my daughter, she's out of it until tomorrow morning," Randy said looking at John.

He went back to John's shirt and pulled it up and over his head, to relieve John of one piece of clothing. Randy started attacking John's neck as his hands travelled down to his stomach and ran over his abs. He really was as obsessed with John's abs as John was with his. He bit down on the skin at John's neck and soothed it with his tongue before sucking lightly on the same area.

"You're mine now Johnny," Randy whispered into John's ear as he moved over to claim his lips. "Want to hear you moan for me, Johnny."

His hands travelled further down, started to unbuckle John's belt, and then unbuttoned his jeans. When he slipped his hand into John's jeans and palmed his semi-erect member, John moaned a little louder.

"Getting there Johnny, what can I do to really make you moan?" Randy asked, wanting to hear Johnny let go.

"Convince me no one will hear."

"Come on, I've got an idea," Randy said pulling John up from the sofa. He pulled him to the patio doors and led him into the enclosed area around the pool. "Fancy a swim?"

John looked at him and chuckled, "You're crazy, Babe."

When John turned around and edged toward the pool, Randy discreetly placed the child monitor on the patio table so John didn't notice. He watched as John dipped his foot into the pool to check the temperature.

Stripping his shirt and unzipping his pants, Randy walked over to John and pulled him against his body.

"Mmm, Babe, since when do you take your own clothes off?" John asked feeling his back press against the bare skin of Randy's chest.

"Since you were too busy checking the temperature," Randy said placing kisses along John's shoulder. "Now, do I get to hear you moan… loudly?"

"If you can make me," John said turning in Randy's arms.

"I'm sure I can," Randy said as his lips travelled down John's body as he fell to his knees.

He spent a few minutes running his tongue and lips across John's abs before letting his hands slip under the waistband of John's boxers. He pulled down the material, pulling down the jeans at the same time and ordering John to step out of the clothing.

He slowly worked his way back up John's legs and kissed teasingly around John's hips, avoiding John's member, which he was starting to thrust forward whenever Randy got close.

"Want me to take care of you Johnny? Like you've taken care of me recently," Randy said looking up at John's face.

John couldn't say anything, his eyes closed; he put his hand on Randy's head pulling him closer and nodded at him.

Randy let his hands run up John's legs and rest on his hips as he leant in and took Johnny into his mouth.

"Rannddy, Babe," John finally moaned at the level Randy wanted, spurring him on to do more for his lover.

Randy worked down John's hard cock, licking and sucking as he took more into his mouth. When he felt John hit the back of his throat, he swallowed to allow more room in his mouth.

"Shit, Randy, suck me off Babe… you're so good at sucking me," John called out as Randy continued to suck at John's cock.

Randy loved it when John talked dirty to him. He couldn't describe the fire that it released in his stomach. It just spurred him on to do more for him. He pulled back a little from John's cock and ran his fingers over the sensitive skin, gathering a mixture of precum and saliva.

"Babe, don't stop," John said pulling Randy's head back to his dick.

Randy willingly took his lover back into his mouth and started bobbing up and down on his cock as he reached around with his fingers and circled John's entrance. He remembered how it felt when John fingered him during a blowjob and wanted to return the favor. He'd never discussed with John if he'd ever had anyone enter him before so he took it slow and pressed gently at the entrance.

"Fuck, more Babe, more," John yelled as Randy entered him. He pulled out entering a second finger and slowly thrust in searching for John's spot. By this point John had grabbed Randy's head and was thrusting himself into Randy's mouth. Randy reached down with his free hand, grabbed his hard cock, and started stroking himself. The sensations causing him to moan around John's dick.

"Not going to last much longer, Babe… Randy make me cum," John called out as Randy thrust his long fingers into John faster.

"Shhiiittt," John yelled, thrusting forward and shooting his cum down Randy's throat as Randy hit his spot inside. "Fuck, swallow it, Babe."

John rocked forward a few more times before pulling his spent cock out of Randy's mouth. Randy continued to hold on to John as he continued to stroke his own cock.

John made Randy look up at him, pulling him to his feet and pulling Randy's hand away from his cock.

"Want a hand?" John asked.

Randy shook his head, leaning against John's body.

"Want you inside me," Randy said breathless.

John tugged at Randy's pants and let them fall to floor. Using his powerful arms, he lifted Randy from where he stood and walked him down the steps into the swimming pool. Walking down to a deeper section, he wrapped Randy's legs around him, and pressed him back against the wall of the pool.

He slid his hand so his fingers rested against Randy's entrance and pushed in slightly causing Randy to moan at the gentle invasion. He continued slowly, adding another finger after a couple of minutes and started to make scissor motions, to loosen Randy.

"Johnny, please," Randy begged softly. "Need you to fill me up."

"Anything for you," John said, kissing Randy's forehead gently. "How do you want it?"

"I don't care, I just want you," Randy said.

John pulled Randy's hips forward to meet his and let his hard member press against Randy's entrance. When he saw Randy close his eyes and the feel of John's member pressed against him, John pushed in slowly, not stopping until he pressed as far in as he could go.

"You okay?" John asked.

"Just move, please," Randy pleaded.

John set a slow pace, wanting to let Randy enjoy every feel of him inside him. Remind him of their time in Belfast, when he took his time with Randy, pushing in hard but keeping it slow.

"Harder Johnny," Randy groaned as John sunk deeper into him.

John kept the pace slow as he pushed in deeper with each thrust. The water surrounding them lapping at the edges of the pool and spilling up onto the patio.

"Johnny, there, that's it," he moaned as John started thrusting into his prostate. "Please, keep going."

"Randy, Jesus, you're so tight," John moaned.

Randy whimpered as John took a firm grip on his cock, and started stroking him as slow as he was thrusting into him.

"Johnny, please, need it faster now," Randy pleaded.

"Tell me what you need; I love it when you talk at me," John said.

"Faster, Johnny, I need it faster… I need you to ram it into me hard and fast," Randy said looking straight into John's eyes.

John picked up the pace of his thrusting but kept his hand slow on Randy's dick.

"Like that Babe?"

John continued to smash into Randy's tight heat, loving the feel of Randy clenching around him, pushing him closer to his own release.

"Your hand as well Johnny… faster," Randy said.

John let go of Randy's cock and grabbed the side of the pool to gain more leverage pushing into Randy.

"Do it yourself, Babe," John ordered Randy.

Randy's hand immediately went to his cock and started stroking himself hard and fast matching John's thrusts.

"Johnny, shit, that's it… keep going… oh god I'm getting close," Randy started yelling as John continued to pound into him. "Come with me Johnny, need you with me."

"I'm there, Babe," John said into Randy's ear. "Fuck I'm there… Randy, now… FUUUCCCK."

"JOHNNY," Randy screamed as John struck his prostate one more time and released into him.

John collapsed into Randy and they held each other as the bobbed in the water, neither having the strength to put their feet on the bottom and hold themselves up.

"We best get inside," Randy said as he caught his breath. John simply nodded in reply. Randy pushed John away from him just enough so he could stand up. Tugging on John's arm to get him moving, they smiled at one another and started to make their way to the other end of the pool.

They got out and pulled their pants on, Randy grabbing his shirt and the child monitor before they went inside.

"Do not drip on my carpet," Randy ordered as John went to grab his shirt, which Randy had discarded earlier in the evening.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, Mr. Orton's a clean freak," John said loud enough that Randy would hear. When he didn't get a reply, he went into the kitchen.

"Hey didn-" he stopped speaking when he saw Bob, staring angrily at his son.