John stopped dead in his tracks as he walked in on a stare down between Randy and his father.
All three men stood still in the kitchen, none of them knowing what to say to break the tension in the room.
After another five minutes of silence, Bob shook his head and turned to go.
"Don't you want to say anything?" Randy asked. John couldn't tell if he was angry or upset at his father's actions.
"I think what I heard, explained enough," Bob said stopping in his tracks but not turning around to face his son.
When Randy simply stood there, his head hung in shame at the way his father had found out, all John wanted to do was fix it.
"Mr. Orton, Sir," John said trying to remain polite.
"Do not speak to me," Bob turned around, anger clear on his face. "You think you have the right to speak to me when you've ruined my son's marriage."
"Sir," John interrupted. "I know what it must look like. But I care for your son, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt him."
"You think that gives you the right to take advantage of my son," Bob was starting to yell.
"I didn't take advantage of Randy," John said. "We just fell for one another."
John wanted to hold Randy in his arms as he could see the man shutting down. He knew though, if he tried to make such a gesture, Bob would lose his temper.
"I thought you were a good lad, John. Apparently, I was wrong. You're just a fag who doesn't want to see anyone else happy."
"Don't speak to him like that," Randy suddenly interjected. "John did nothing wrong. This was on me. I want to be with John. He makes me happy."
"Don't be so stupid, you don't know what you're saying. You're just confused because of this idiot," Bob retorted.
"He is not an idiot," Randy shouted at his father. "I told you, he makes me happy, and I'm going to be with him."
Randy moved closer to John and took hold of his hand as a show of strength. As soon as their hands were linked, John squeezed, letting Randy know he wasn't going anywhere.
"I came around here tonight to make sure you were alright," Bob said. "Now, I think you've done this to yourself."
"I couldn't lie to myself anymore Dad. Sam understood that," Randy explained.
"Understood?" Bob said in shock. "Randy, she took off leaving her daughter. That's not understanding."
Randy was struggling to keep his eyes on his father. He didn't want to back down anymore but he also didn't want to lose the love of his parents.
"I said she understood, not that she wasn't shocked or upset."
"Daddy?" a little voice said from the top of the stairs.
Randy moved over to the staircase leading from the kitchen and looked up to his daughter.
"Go back to bed sweetie," he said as calm as he could.
"I heard shouting," Alanna said.
"It's nothing, please go back to bed."
Alanna nodded her head and turned to go back to her room. Before she went, she asked if he would come up and read her another story.
"I'll be up in a moment," Randy said softly.
He turned back to the two men stood in the kitchen.
"I'll go read Al a story if you like," John offered. "You two need to talk this through."
"You are not going near my granddaughter," Bob ordered. "I don't want her consorting with your kind."
"Then we'll have a problem," Randy said quietly. "Because I'm 'one of his kind'."
Bob jerked his face back round to Randy in shock of his words.
"I have no qualms in saying it; I'm gay," Randy proclaimed. "If you can't deal with that, then I'd like you to leave."
"Randy," John said trying to step in and stop him from doing anything rash.
"No, John," Randy said calmly. "I'm happy. If that isn't good enough for him, then I don't want him here. I'm going to put Alanna back to bed. Please be gone when I get back downstairs."
John watched Randy head upstairs, holding his head high at his proclamation. John though, knew the repercussions of his actions would hit him later when they sank in. He knew, he'd been there himself.
John turned his attention back to Bob who still stood in shock at his son's words. The older man looked to John, pure anger in his face.
"I hope you're happy," he snapped before heading to the front door.
John wanted to stop him and try to smooth things over, but he knew, deep down, it would only make the current circumstances worse. Bob would have to calm down in his own time. All he and Randy could do was wait.
The next morning when Randy woke, he cuddled into his lover. He was grateful John agreed to sleep in the guest room, they both felt too awkward staying in the bed that he shared with his wife.
When he tucked Alanna in the previous night, he told her where he was sleeping should she need him. He thanked god for the small favors such as his daughter not asking why he wasn't sleeping in his own bed. After the argument with his father, he didn't want to have another awkward conversation, especially with a girl as young as Alanna.
He pulled John's body into his as he thought back to the argument. He wondered if his dad went home to tell his mom but either way it would be another uncomfortable conversation in his near future.
John moaned a little as he shifted his body weight in bed, pressing tighter against Randy.
"Mmm, deeper," John moaned a second time.
Randy was shocked to hear John moan those words. It sounded as though John was the one on the receiving end, and Randy never topped John. The closest thing they did was when Randy rode John.
It saddened him to think that John still dreamt of other men. Was he not good enough for him? He brushed the thought aside and rose from the bed. He disappeared into the master bedroom and pulled on some fresh clothes before heading down to the kitchen to fix breakfast.
Although Randy was never much of a cook, he knew he could whip up a mean omelet, so he decided to treat John. He pulled out the eggs, whipped them up, and then grabbed some ham, cheese, peppers and spring onions from the fridge.
After he prepared the food, he took out Alanna's cereal, as he placed it on the table with her bowl he realized which cereal it was, Fruity Pebbles. He grabbed a second bowl and put it on the table; he could let John decide which he would prefer.
He was about to go upstairs and wake his daughter when there was a gentle knock on the door. He left the kitchen and made his way through to the entryway to open the door. As he reached the main hallway, he saw his mom already entering the house. He froze; it was time for awkward conversation number two.
"Are you going to say anything?" Elaine asked of her son.
"What do you want me to say?"
"'Hello,' would be a nice way to start," Elaine said taking Randy's hand and leading him back into the kitchen area. Elaine sat at the island as Randy went about making her a drink. He still hadn't said anything, unsure how to begin.
"Hello," he said gently as he placed the drink in front of Elaine.
Elaine blew on the drink and took a tentative sip; Randy could see the wheels turning in her head. He was glad that she didn't know what to say as well.
"Mom," Randy went to speak but she put her hand up to silence him.
"I need to ask you some questions, and I want you to be honest, no avoiding the answers," she instructed.
Randy silently nodded his acknowledgement.
"Is what your father told me true?"
"Yes," he answered in his surest voice.
"You and John?"
"Yes," he answered again.
"How long?"
"On and off since he got married last year," Randy said this time looking away. He still felt guilty about when their relationship started.
"Why on and off?" Elaine asked not giving anything away as to how she felt about the situation.
"We kissed but nothing happened for a couple of months. We were together for about a month and then we broke up," Randy explained. "We started to work on things during WrestleMania week but it was while we were stuck in Ireland that we got back together."
Elaine couldn't help but shake her head at the situation.
"So you've let your marriage fall apart for someone who you've only been with for a total of less than two months."
"Mom, I know it sounds bad, but…"
Elaine put her hand up again to stop him.
"Have you told Samantha, or is it because you haven't been home?"
"She knows; that's why she's gone," Randy explained. "When she left Alanna with you the other day it was because she came down to Tampa, I was there for John's birthday; she knew before I told her."
"Why did you lie to me yesterday?"
Randy walked over to the patio doors and looked out into the backyard. He hated lying to his mom, but he couldn't tell her yesterday.
"I didn't lie, I just didn't answer your question," Randy tried to shake it off.
"That's as good as a lie, Randall," Elaine snapped.
"I'm sorry," Randy was finding it hard to look at his mother; it ate him up inside having disappointed her.
"I told you, I love you and I will support you," she said cautiously. "I just don't understand where this has come from. You never seemed 'unsure' when you were growing up."
Randy went back over to where his mother sat and took the stool next to her, taking her hand in his.
"I don't either; what I do know is remembering what you always told me," Randy said.
"What are you talking about?" Elaine asked puzzled.
"When you told me about meeting Dad, you said that you couldn't explain the feeling, but you knew that above all else, you knew that the two of you were meant to be together. I never knew what you meant, until now."
Elaine looked at her son and saw the honesty showing in his eyes. She was still confused over his choices, especially considering he married a beautiful woman and they started a family together.
"Why did you marry Samantha then?"
"I loved her; I did. I wanted to be with her, have a family, which we have. But when John and I kissed, it woke something up inside of me. Something I don't think I ever admitted to myself, or even allowed myself to think," Randy explained in a soft tone. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Elaine said.
"Do I still have a mother?" Randy asked, trying to hold back some tears that were gathering. He was scared to think that he could lose his parents over this.
"Randal Keith Orton," Elaine snapped again. "I may be confused as to your decisions, but I will never stop loving you."
Randy breathed a sigh of relief as he took his mother into his arms and held her close. She had said exactly what he needed to hear.
"Grandma," Alanna shouted from across the room.
Both Randy and Elaine looked over to see Alanna stood beside John holding his hand. Randy chuckled at the sight. John was looking nervous, probably more so than when his stood in the same room as his father.
"Mrs. Orton," John greeted.
Elaine raised her eyebrow at the tone used by John. Randy took Alanna over to the dining table so she could have her breakfast. Elaine took the opportunity to have a chat with John.
"John, I've said this to Randy and I will say the same to you," she started. "I'm confused over his decisions but I will support him. But if you hurt him, I will never forgive you, and you will never be allowed to step foot in my house again."
John tensed a little at her words but he never planned to hurt Randy so they should be okay.
"I promise Mrs. Orton, I will never hurt him," he said looking over at his lover and his little girl.
"What's with the formal tone, John? You never call me Mrs. Orton," she said.
"I'm sorry, nervous I guess."
Not long after their chat, Elaine left them to have breakfast and Randy felt more relaxed. He knew his father would take a long time to come around to the idea of him being gay but in the meantime, he had the support of his mom, and that was more than enough.
John decided to have Randy's omelet but also followed it up with a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, never one to pass on his favorites. After she finished her own bowl, Alanna lowered herself from the chair and went to grab her crayons and some paper. She came back over to the table and Randy pulled her onto his lap so she could sit and draw.
Randy sat with his daughter, occasionally grabbing some crayons himself and drawing with her whilst he talked with John about his conversation with his mom. Randy smiled when Alanna wanted John to join in as well. They sat there for over an hour drawing different pictures, laughing and joking as they went.
Alanna decided she wanted them to watch a movie so John took Alanna over to the DVD collection so she could choose a film while Randy poured some popcorn into a bowl. Alanna chose to watch Aladdin and she cuddled into Randy as they sat on the sofa.
As the film was ending, they heard the front door open, they looked round as Sam walked through the doorway to the family room. She stopped where she was, seeing the three of them sat around as a family, something she felt still alluded her.
Alanna, not aware of what was happening, ran to her mom and Sam scooped her up into a hug. Although Randy could see the love in Sam's eyes for her daughter, he also noticed the anger lying beneath.
"John, would you mind taking Alanna into the backyard, Sam and I need to talk," Randy said.
"Yeah of course," John said going around the edge of the sofa. "Come on cutie."
Alanna and John disappeared from the house whilst Randy and Sam simply stood there looking at one another, neither wanting to speak first.
"Stupid question," Randy said breaking the silence. "Are you okay?"
"You don't want to lecture me about running out?" Sam laughed awkwardly.
Randy went over to Sam and gently took her into his arms.
"It's not like you left Alanna alone, she was safe," he said as gently as his hold on her. "And I kind of threw you through a loop recently."
Sam awkwardly laughed again, "Just a little one."
Randy led her over to the table and they sat down.
"If you want to shout at me, let off some steam, feel free. A few people have done that the last couple of days," Randy said.
Sam looked at him, not showing any sympathy.
"I take it your parents know," Sam asked.
Randy simply nodded in response. He wasn't in the mood to talk about those various conversations.
"How did it go?" Sam pushed.
"I didn't tell them to begin with. I couldn't, they thought I was back to my old ways, I think, back on the drugs," Randy explained, exasperated that he had to relieve it. "Then dad came back here in the evening, caught John and I together-"
"What?" Sam shouted at his comment. "You and John, here?"
"Sam-"
Sam shot up from her chair and started pacing the area.
"You had sex, with him, in my house?" Sam shouted. "With Alanna here as well."
"This is as much my house as it is yours, especially considering I put more than half the cost into it."
"Don't change the subject, did you have sex with John here?" she continued to shout.
"Yes, but-"
Sam stormed away from Randy, grabbed her overnight bag and headed up to the master bedroom. Sickened at the thought Randy had sex with John in their bed. She wanted to support him but apparently, he had no consideration for her.
Randy gave her a couple of minutes before following her upstairs. He needed to clear things up. He got to the bedroom and saw Sam stripping the bed of the sheets. He went over to her and stopped her.
"I wouldn't disrespect you like that," Randy said. "The only time I've stepped foot in this room was to get some clean clothes this morning. We stayed in the guest room."
Sam stopped her actions and for the first time since she'd left Randy in Tampa, she let the tears fall. She leant against Randy for support and they sat on the edge of the bed. It broke Randy's heart to think about what he put her through but he couldn't deny what he felt for John and unfortunately for Sam, those feelings were stronger.
After another five minutes, Sam sat back and looked at Randy.
"So how did Bob take it?" she asked. Randy just gave her a look. "That good, huh?"
"He went home, told mom," Randy explained. "She came by before breakfast, just asked me lots of questions. Said she couldn't comprehend it, but as her son, she would support me."
Sam put her hand on his and tried her hardest to feel some sympathy but she found it difficult.
"Have you spoken with Alanna?"
"No," Randy said. "I wanted us to do that together."
Sam simply nodded at Randy's words. She half hoped he would deal with that alone. It was bad enough that he was leaving her for another man, but to try to explain that to Alanna was going to be difficult. How do you tell a two year old that her father won't be living with them anymore because he was in a relationship with his best friend?
"Maybe… maybe we just tell her that we're not together. It may be too much for her to understand about…"
"We can do that, if you're sure. We'll need to tell her at some point though," Randy said.
"I need to freshen up," Sam said making her way to the en-suite.
"I'll leave you to it," Randy replied making his to the door.
"Randy," Sam said getting his attention. "I don't want to be a bitch, but, I don't want John staying here; it's too confusing."
Randy nodded and made his way downstairs to find John and his daughter. He went to the backyard and found them sat on the patio with some of Alanna's toys spread out in front of them. Once again, Alanna was telling John the correct way to hold his cup. He looked up in time to see Randy coming out from the house.
"I'll be back cutie, don't go near the pool," John told her although he could see it wouldn't be necessary since she was still playing. "How'd it go?"
"You know, yet another awkward conversation," Randy said brushing the question aside. He looked over and saw Alanna engrossed in her toys so he took the opportunity to kiss John.
He only intended for it to be a brief kiss, but he couldn't resist nipping at John's bottom lip causing the older man to moan quietly. Randy took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and gently massage John's tongue with his own. Before things heated any further, Randy pulled back and lent his forehead against John.
"I needed that," Randy said smiling.
John ran his hand down the back of Randy's neck, eliciting a shiver from Randy.
"I have to ask you something," Randy said.
John took him over to one of the sun loungers and sat down.
"Would you mind moving to a hotel?" Randy said. "I'll pay for it, I know this is sudden but Sam feels a little awkward with you being here. I'd come with you, but I want to get as much time with Alanna, and we were planning on telling her that we weren't toge-"
John silenced Randy with his lips.
"You were ranting a little, Babe," John chuckled. "I get it, it's not like you haven't done the same for me."
"Thank you," Randy said.
Randy led back on the lounger and closed his eyes. The last week had been a rollercoaster and it was only just starting to level out. He knew there was still one conversation he wanted to have, but he was going to leave it until they were alone together. He couldn't help but still think about the words John said in his sleep. Who was he asking to go deeper?
John rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the door of his hotel room. It was nearly two in the morning, who could need him at this hour. Although he knew the answer, he was still concerned.
As soon as the door was open, Randy captured John into a kiss and the younger man was pushing him back into the room as he kicked the door closed. John let him take the lead and let his pent up frustrations out.
Randy pushed John down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, his hands immediately going to the hem of John's shirt and pulling it up so he could get access to his skin. John bit back a groan as Randy kissed his way across his abs, delving his tongue into John's navel, before moving up to his chest.
John couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips as Randy's teeth grazed against his nipple while his hand came up to tweak the other. Soon enough, when Randy deemed John's nipples taut, Randy moved further up, latching onto his neck, biting and sucking at the skin.
"Babe," John moaned as Randy pinned his arms above his head, grinding down with his hips, letting John feel how hard he was already.
"If I let you go, will you promise to keep your arms up?" Randy asked, his lips brushing against John's ear as he spoke.
John moaned his response and Randy let his grip loosen but kept them near just in case. John was true to his word and kept his arms above his head as Randy moved back down his body. John automatically lifted his hips when he felt Randy's hand on his waistband of his pajama bottoms. Randy pulled them down slowly, releasing John's cock inch by inch.
He slowly licked and kissed his way up John's legs and as he reached John's thighs, he suddenly moved so his lips were back at John's ear, grabbing his wrists to pin him down again.
"Did any of your gym buddies ever fuck you Johnny?" Randy asked biting John's ear lobe.
"No," John said groaning as Randy, still fully clothed, rubbed his entire body against his.
"Have you ever been fucked, Johnny?" Randy continued to bite and lick around John's ear, neck, collarbone, anywhere in reach.
"Yes," John admitted.
John felt Randy stop his actions, shifting slightly to look John in the eye.
"Who?" he asked unsure he wanted to know the answer.
"My first time," John said regaining his breath now Randy had stopped his onslaught.
Randy moved off John and led out beside him. Now he knew who John was still dreaming of.
"And you still think of him?" Randy asked. "Still dream about him?"
"What? No," John said, unsure why Randy would ask him that. "Where is this coming from?"
Randy put his hand on John's stomach; tracing the ridges of his abs. John closed his eyes enjoying the light touch but soon regained his thoughts, stopping Randy.
"Babe?"
"This morning, when you were sleeping," Randy said rubbing his hand over his face. "You moaned then said 'deeper'. I wouldn't who you were dreaming about, guess now I know."
"Is that what this was about? This middle of the night visit," John asked.
"No," Randy said shaking his head. "Sam and I had argument. I just needed to see you, feel you."
"I was enjoying it," John said smirking. "Why the questions?"
"I wanted to know," Randy said shrugging. "Wanted to know who still had you dreaming of them."
John chuckled at Randy's insecurity.
"Okay, I'll tell you who's got me dreaming of them," John said still chuckling. "You."
"Come on John," Randy said pushing away. "I've never-"
John grabbed his arm before he could get off the bed and pulled, causing the younger man to fall back onto the bed. John pulled him over so Randy led on top.
"Doesn't mean a guy can't dream," John said smirking. "Dream about, how good it would feel to have you push that massive cock into me."
Randy looked down at John, turned on at John's suggestion.
"Even without this conversation, I'm thinking we probably would've got there tonight as well, the way you were going."
"Guess I was letting my frustrations out, sorry," Randy apologized.
"Don't apologize," John said. "I was turned on. I was waiting for you to fuck me into the mattress."
It was Randy's turn to moan this time as John's words hit the spot. He captured John's lips and devoured his mouth. John grabbed his head, pulling the man closer into him; Randy grabbed his wrists and slammed them into the bed.
John smiled as Randy went back to attacking his body, running his tongue over every bit of skin.
"You going to get naked, Babe?" John asked.
Randy slithered off John and stood by the bed. Hauling him up so he stood next to him, Randy grabbed John's ass and pulled him close.
"You're going to undress me," he ordered before seizing John's lips once more.
Normally John would take his time undressing Randy but tonight he was feeling horny and he wanted things to progress quickly. While Randy was still kissing him, he pulled his shirt up, grazing his fingertips across his skin, provoking a groan from Randy as he released his lips. John took the opportunity to rid Randy of his top and before the shirt even hit the floor, John's lips attached themselves to Randy's chest.
His lips skated across the skin as he moved down his body, kneeling so he could spend time with his beloved abs. As his tongue danced across Randy's skin, he lifted Randy's feet one at a time to pull his shoes and socks off, throwing them out the way. He was amazed his tidy freak of a boyfriend wasn't stopping the action to put things away. Guess it meant he was doing a good job.
"Where's that goddamn tie?" Randy asked as John continued to caress Randy's abs.
"Sorry, Babe, I forgot it, guess I'll get to keep playing," John chuckled.
"Just hurry up, I want to fuck you," Randy barked.
Within seconds of Randy speaking his words, John's hands were at Randy's waistband. He could tell Randy was home, usually the man wore a pair of tight jeans, but today he had his sweatpants on.
In one motion, John pulled Randy's pants down; along with the boxers, he amazingly was wearing. John kissed his way back up Randy's body so his lips were by Randy's ear.
"Take me," he whispered.
Randy's hands snaked up John's back, clutching his head as he claimed his lips with his own. He thrust his tongue into John's mouth, moaning at the taste of his lover. Shoving John onto the bed, Randy eased John's legs open so he could kneel in between. He pulled John closer to him so their cocks rubbed against one another and Randy started slowly grinding against the man beneath him. Randy watched as John's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the pleasure his touch was causing.
He leant in close to John's ear trying to keep his breath steady as he took both of their cocks in his hand and slowly stroked, causing John to buck up into the touch.
"Want me to talk to you Johnny? Tell you how amazing you feel? Or will me thrusting my rock hard dick into you be enough?" Randy asked, loving the moans that were escaping his lover.
"Fuck," John moaned, his eyes still shut tight.
"I plan to, but first I need some lube," Randy said, hinting at John.
"In the drawer," John groaned.
Randy let go of their cocks and reached over to the bedside table to open the drawer. When he pulled the bottle of lube out, he smirked.
"We need some more Johnny, we're running out."
Randy flipped the lid and poured some onto his fingers. He looked at John and a sense of worry came over him.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said simply.
"What you did last night was all good, just do that again," John replied running his hand along Randy's thigh.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
Randy rested his forehead against John, placing soft kisses along his jawline as he reached down with his fingers and gingerly placed them at John's entrance. He let his tongue enter John's mouth as his finger probed the entrance.
John was moaning into the kiss and Randy pushed further in before pulling out and going back in. John slowly starting grinding onto Randy's finger indicating he wanted more, so Randy gave it to him.
Pulling out his finger, he went back in with two and started a faster pace, scissoring John's hole to prepare him for his dick.
"Randy, Babe, I need more," John said writhing beneath Randy.
"Tell me what you need," Randy said watching his lover as he slipped a third finger in.
"Oh shit," John started panting. "Where's the lube?"
John's hands started searching the bed as Randy's fingers stilled their movements. A frown coming onto his face.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked worried.
"Hell no," John said smirking. "I just want your cock in me."
John poured some lube onto his hand and started stroking Randy, preparing him to enter. John loved the look on Randy's face as he continued to stroke him.
"Do you like the grip Babe?" John asked seductively.
Randy couldn't reply so he simply nodded his acknowledgement his eyes flickering closed.
"Wait till you're inside me, you've never experienced anything like it."
Randy growled at the intensity of John's grip and grabbed his hand way, pinning down to the bed.
"I'm in charge," he barked.
"Then fuck me," John bit back encouraging the man.
Randy positioned the tip of his cock at John's entrance and slowly pushed in. John was careful not to moan, biting his lip and the feel. He didn't want Randy to think he was hurting him, in case he decided to stop. He locked eyes with Randy, silently encouraging him to keep going.
When Randy was completely sheathed in John's dick, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Shit, Johnny, is it always this tight?" Randy asked, trying to hold still inside his lover.
"You certainly are," John said running his hand along the back of Randy's shoulders. John wrapped his legs around Randy's hips and pushed back onto him. "Ready."
Randy gradually pulled out of John and sank back into him, groaning at the tightness of John's heat.
"Feel good, Babe?" John asked.
"Fucking amazing," Randy said continuing his slow thrusting. "Are you okay?"
John pulled Randy in for a kiss, letting his tongue run along his lips requesting access. When Randy obliged, John's tongue thrust slowly in and out of Randy's mouth, imitating what Randy was doing to John further down.
"Does that answer your question?" John said as he pulled back from Randy.
Randy reclaimed John's lips, kissing him as hard as he could whilst picking up the pace of his thrusting. John writhing and moaning underneath him, spurring him on even more. John's hips flew off the bed as Randy hit the spot inside him.
"God, Randy, why do you have to be so fucking perfect at everything?" John groaned. "Jesus, fucking, Christ."
Randy hit John's prostate repeatedly and watched as the older man started grabbing at the sheets on the bed.
"I can't last much longer, Johnny. Need you cum," Randy groaned as he started stroking John's cock.
Randy bent his head to kiss John, trailing his lips along his jawline, down his neck and across his collarbone. John moaning with each of his kisses. When he worked his way back up his neck and grazed his teeth along John's flesh, John couldn't take anymore.
"Oh shit, Randy, Babe," John moaned. "I'm there, make me cum, please."
"Fuck Johnny, I love hearing you moan and beg," he said gently biting down on the scar on John's neck.
"Fuck… Randy," John screamed as he shot his load over their stomachs.
"Shit, John you're even tighter," Randy yelled as John's muscles contracted around Randy's length causing him to release into John's tight channel. "Shiiittt."
Randy collapsed against John who wrapped his arms around Randy, not wanting to let his lover go. John placed loving kisses on the side of Randy's head as he regained his breath.
They lay together for some time, holding one another, kissing gently, neither of them needing to speak about their lovemaking.
"So what did you and Sam argue about?" John asked.
"Alanna," Randy said sadly.
John ran his hand along the tattoos on Randy's back, trying to soothe him.
"I want to be able to bring Alanna on the road with me. Get some proper time with her. Sam doesn't like the idea of her being around the two of us."
"She can't stop you seeing your daughter," John said. "Just give her time."
Randy looked up into John's eyes and saw the certainty in them.
"Promise?"
"Promise," John said kissing Randy's forehead. "Let's get some sleep."
John pulled the sheets over their bodies, feeling Randy wrap his arms around his waist and laying his head on John's chest. John automatically wrapped his arms around Randy's shoulders, amazed at how submissive his lover was being after topping John for the first time.
"This is perfect," Randy purred into John's chest and John smiled at the comment. "I love you, Johnny."
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