After all the check-ups from doctors and constant interruptions with phone calls from wrestlers, divas, refs and crew members alike, Emma had told the boys they were okay to leave. Even in hospital, Emma was aware of the tour and she knew they had a Raw House Show to attend.

When John and Randy started to complain, she told them that even though she was in a hospital bed, she would still rip them to pieces if they were a no-show. They tried to explain that it meant they would have to be gone for a few days but she didn't want to know. She even told them they weren't to come back on their days off and they were to enjoy the four days at home.

Apparently, when Cody popped back a day and a half later on his first of five days off, Emma had also pulled stitches, as she was mad he had come back, instead of waiting for Ted to head to Tampa. Since they were all planning to return themselves the following day, they suddenly felt scared when Cody explained her state of mind.

Now John and Randy were sat in Randy's BMW making the 25 minute drive through to the local Home Depot shop so they could pick up the different colors they needed for Randy's new home. John suggested he come back to St. Louis with Randy to help him with the decorating, considering how Randy hated the idea of doing so.

Randy sighed a breath of relief when he received an email from his interior designer suggesting the only work really needed was a fresh coat of paint in three of the four bedrooms as well a fresh coat in the kitchen. She'd already picked out the color schemes and purchased suitable furniture as per his request.

Once they'd picked up the paint and painting supplies, Randy and John made their way to his new home. When John laid eyes on it, he wolf-whistled at it.

"This must have cost you a pretty penny," John stated.

"Of the different houses I saw, this one stood out. It was the only one that I felt looked attractive on the outside as well as the back," he explained. "Plus, like I said, there's a pool which I think Alanna will like when she gets older."

Randy pulled up to the garage, hit the button to open it, and then drove in.

"Aw, my lady's here already," John cooed as he saw the car Randy had purchased for him. "You know, if we're done early enough with the decorating I might try and get started looking at her."

"Yeah, because the decorating isn't going to take long at all," Randy griped.

"Babe, don't, you haven't even started yet," John chuckled at Randy's obvious hatred at the idea of decorating. "Come on, take me on a tour."

Randy took him through the house and showed him each room, which was going to be spare bedrooms, which was his, Alanna's. When he showed him the entertainment room, John's eyes lit up and Randy could tell he was going to have a hard time getting John out of there when he stayed.

He continued to show him the house, including the backyard, which was enclosed by woods all around. There was also a workshop, which he told John he was planning to change as soon as possible, considering he wasn't good with tools.

"You could always change it into a sex room. You know, tie willing victims up in here," John said as he winked at Randy.

"I'm starting to get worried about you," Randy said seriously.

"What? Why?" John said taking hold of Randy's hand, scared at what the younger man was going to say.

He turned away without answering and pulled out of John's light hold.

"It's nothing, forget I said anything," he muttered as he headed back indoors, making his way to where they dumped the paint cans.

John followed determined not to let the comment fester and cause another disagreement, they'd already had enough throughout their relationship. When he got to Randy, he took hold of his hand again and forced him to look at him.

"Why are you worried about me?" John asked.

"Because… because you obviously can't help but think about having sex with me," he said looking at John. His eyes finally betraying the serious expression he still held on his face.

"That. That was what you… I'm goin-" John said trying to grab hold of Randy as he jumped back out of his reach.

"I think I'm gonna have to withhold it from you," he teased as John tried finally caught him, pushing him against the wall. "Let you cool off."

"That was mean," John said setting his lips in a pout.

"That was funny," Randy replied leaning in and biting John's bottom lip. "Come on, we have a house to decorate. And the sooner it's done, the sooner I'll be happy, and we can test out that bed upstairs."

They went upstairs and changed ready to work. Randy decided they should work on Alanna's room so it was ready for her to come over and stay with him as soon as possible. They draped some sheets over her new bed and Randy plugged in John's iPod so they could have some music on as they worked.

They mostly worked in silence as they concentrated on painting the walls a pale green, which Randy thought, would be a nice change from the pink and creams Alanna had in her room at his former home.

He was feeling a bit melancholy as he thought about all the memories he shared with Sam and Alanna at the house. John would bring him out of his thoughts every now and then by asking something about the room and then they'd go back into a comfortable silence.

With the main walls in Alanna's room complete, they moved on to the spare room and set about in the same routine, covering the bed and furniture, putting on some music to listen to before starting the work.

As they were working Randy happened to glance round and spotted John bopping along to the beat of the song, and with the basketball shorts he was wearing, Randy found himself staring at the movement. Randy couldn't help but think back to their night out in Phoenix for his birthday. Thinking about the way it felt when John was grinding into him. He couldn't believe that John could make a rock song that sexy. He wanted to pull up a chair and just watch him, maybe pull him over and have John give him a lap dance. He shook his head to stop himself from the thoughts gradually creeping forward in his mind and went back to painting the wall.

He couldn't help but keep glancing back over to John to see if he was still dancing, hoping to get a good look at his ass moving but John seemed to have stopped for a moment. Focusing back on the wall in front of him, Randy switched off. He didn't even notice when the music changed.

"You don't seem to have got very far," John said snaking his arms around Randy's waist pulling him in tight.

"I was distracted," Randy stated.

"Anything I can help with?" John said softly, hoping to distract him from the thoughts he'd been having all day. Randy shook his head as he continued to paint. "Since when do you like Jagged Edge?"

"What?" Randy asked confused by John's sudden question, before he realized what song was playing on the iPod.

Randy rolled his eyes at John's comment.

"John, this is your iPod. I grabbed it out of your bag," Randy said chuckling.

"Oh," John said blushing a little.

"But so you know, I've liked this song since my birthday," Randy said, trying not to look at John, fearing if he did then they'd get lost in the moment. "Come on, help me with this wall, then we'll be done for the day."

John went over and grabbed the roller he was using and set about helping Randy finish the wall. Once they completed, they cleaned up and changed into some fresh clothes.

"Johnny, do you mind if we don't cook?" Randy asked as they made their way downstairs.

"Takeout's good for me, what you thinking?"

"Either pizza or Chinese, which do you prefer?" Randy offered.

"How about Pizza, I know it's your favorite," John suggested as he hopped up on the kitchen counter.

Randy automatically stood in between John's legs and kissed his lips lightly as John wrapped his legs around Randy's waist trying to ignite a passionate kiss.

"Don't start anything Johnny; I'm hungry, not horny."

John pouted again as he did earlier in the day but this time Randy simply unhooked John's legs and stepped back.

"I'm going to go and get a pizza, why don't I leave you to get reacquainted with your lady out in the garage," Randy suggested, watching John's pout suddenly disappear. "I knew that would get you smiling again."

After Randy disappeared to get the food, John hunted round to see if there were any candles so he could set some mood lighting. When he started routing round, the realization of Randy's real reason for not wanting to cook hit him hard. He had nothing in his house.

The bed's and furniture upstairs were purchased on his behalf by the interior designer he'd hired, but other than that Randy had no possessions to speak of, at least nothing at this house. Everything else was still at the house he'd shared with Samantha.

John decided the following day he would suggest going over and collecting some of those things; although it would be awkward, it also meant that he would be able to spend time with Alanna as well as try to smooth things over with Sam.

While he was pondering the following day's activities, there was a knock on the door. John tentatively made his way over to the door, hesitating before answering it.

"Randall Keith Orton?" the man asked as he read the name from his sheet of paper, not once looking up.

"He's not here, can I help?" John asked.

"Sign here," the still unknown man said thrusting the clipboard at John.

"What am I signing?"

"Confirmation of receipt."

"Thank you for being so very forthcoming, but actually want I want to know is what I'm confirming receipt of on behalf of my friend," John said, sarcasm bleeding from each word.

"Legal papers from Donaghey Law Firm P.C."

"Legal papers?" John asked, confused.

"Sir, can you please just sign."

John took the pen and signed for the papers. He took the brown envelope and closed the door on the man, who didn't even seem to notice. John didn't even know that Randy had filed his change of address, who could be sending him papers? He thought on it for a minute and then figured it was probably the papers for the house.

A few short minutes later, Randy reappeared with the pizza as well as some Coors Light beers.

"I wasn't sure what toppings you'd want, so I went with pepperoni, green peppers, onions, feta cheese, ham and tomato, is that okay?" Randy said as he placed the box on the kitchen counter.

He snaked an arm around John who was just leaning against the countertop and kissed the back of his neck, "Johnny?"

"Hmm?" John murmured still not taking in what Randy said.

"Is everything okay?" he asked as he slid his other arm around John who straightened up against him.

"There was a visitor while you were out," John said, coming out of his thoughts, and leaning back into Randy's embrace.

"Really, who?"

John picked up the envelope, which Randy hadn't spotted from the kitchen counter and handed it to him. As much as he wished it were about the house, John couldn't help but think it wouldn't be couriered over.

Randy opened the envelope and sighed. He sealed the envelope once more and put it back on the counter.

"Divorce papers from Sam; I'll deal with them tomorrow."

"Babe, I'm sorry," John said running his hands along Randy's arms, which were once again wrapped around his waist. Randy placed a kiss in the crook of John's neck and then rested his chin on John's shoulder.

"It's not unexpected. Little fast maybe but I guess she doesn't want to prolong it," Randy said shrugging his shoulders.

"Do you want to talk about it?" John asked.

"No," Randy stated without emotion. "I want to eat, and christen my new bed with my hot, sexy, completely fucking gorgeous boyfriend. Then tomorrow I'll talk about it, maybe even with Sam."

John turned around in his arms and latched his lips onto Randy's neck, sucking on the pulse point.

"Want to skip the food?" John asked in between sucking on Randy's neck.

Randy groaned at the thought, pressing himself up against John before lifting him up onto the kitchen counter, wrapping John's legs around his hips as he pulled him as tight as he could against his crotch, grinding into him.

"Jesus… Randy… Babe," John panted at the almost painful pleasure Randy was causing him. "More."

"Mmm," Randy murmured, suddenly stepping away from John who was left still panting on the unit. "No, I definitely need food before we start."

"Please tell me, you are fucking kidding me?" John said in disbelief.

"No," Randy said shaking his head, a serious expression on his face. "I haven't eaten all day."

John just stared at him as Randy grabbed the pizza box. He pulled himself up onto the counter, stretching out then reached over and pulled John so he was more relaxed. John shook his head of the thoughts swirling round his head and grabbed a slice of pizza. The two men ate and planned which rooms they were going to attack tomorrow.

They decided they were going to finish off Alanna's, which just needed the trims done, and then look at the master suite.

Once Randy grabbed the last slice, John took the box and moved it over to the side unit when he realized there wasn't even a bin in the house.

"I need to go shopping this week as well, get some essentials for the house," Randy stated, finishing the last slice. "I'm stuffed. I don't think I can move."

Randy flopped down on the counter and closed his eyes.

"Good," John said. "Because I'm about to get payback."

"For what?" Randy said, not really paying attention.

John pulled on Randy's legs so only his upper body was left on the counter as John moved in so he was in between Randy's legs pushing against Randy's crotch.

"Mmm yeah… take care of me Johnny," Randy purred when John popped the button on his jeans.

"Not just yet, Babe. You've teased me twice today, why should I take care of you?"

"You love me, that's why," Randy said trying to raise his hips. Because of how John positioned him he found it difficult to get any leverage to actually lift himself.

"I do love you, but you still teased me," John said taking hold of the waistband of Randy's jeans and pulling them down so they were caught up on his shoes. "Mmm, isn't that a sight."

Randy smirked as John took in his form, he could feel himself growing hard as John continued to gaze at his lower body.

John moved his hand slowly and softly along Randy's thigh, skimming the surface. When his hands reached Randy's hips he pressed down so Randy's movement was limited even further. He knelt down, watching Randy as his eyes drifted shut once more in anticipation of what John was about to do to him.

John placed a chaste kiss onto the head of Randy's cock before delicately running the tip of his tongue across the slit at the top, delving in softly. Randy groaned trying to buck his hips to get John to do more. John simply smiled at Randy's attempts before lowering his head to Randy's thigh.

He took his time nuzzling, kissing, licking even nibbling Randy's inner thigh gradually making his way closer to Randy's member. Moaning at every sensation John was causing him, Randy started squirming, reaching with his long arms to find something to grab hold of but to no use. He reached down trying to grab John's head but he simply ducked out of the way and moved to the other thigh, starting the same treatment as the previous leg.

At John's torturous speed, Randy was starting to get frustrated, slamming his arms down against the top and clawing at his scalp.

"Johnny, please," he begged.

"You bought this on yourself, Babe," John said smiling at the way Randy was starting to resemble his in-ring character.

"I can't take it, Johnny, please," Randy pleaded to his lover.

John reached up with his hand and played with Randy's sac, rolling his balls around in his hand. He leant in closer, ran his tongue over one, and then took it in his mouth, sucking gently. When he finished with that one, he released it and moved to the second, treating it to the same actions as its twin.

Randy let out a long groan as John licked a slow and purposeful trail up the underside of Randy's shaft, swirling it around the head.

"Want me to take care of you now Randy?" John asked without moving his lips away from Randy's dick, letting his breath hit the sensitive skin.

"Oh god… yes… Johnny please," Randy cried once more.

"Since you begged so nicely," John chuckled before engulfing Randy's member.

"Oh, God," Randy moaned. "Keep going."

John slid further down his shaft, swirling his tongue around as he went.

"Johnny," Randy moaned. "More."

John reached down, grabbing at himself through his loose shorts, stroking as he continued to work on Randy. Feeling his own hand wrapped around him, John moaned around Randy's shaft as he sank all the way down.

"Oh yeah, Johnny… that's it… suck my dick," Randy groaned.

John doubled his efforts as he bobbed up and down on Randy's shaft sucking harder and rolling his tongue over the tip on his way up. John felt Randy's dick tense up and knew he was about to cum.

"Johnny…god…yes… Johnny… fuck," Randy yelled out as shot after shot of cum went into John's mouth.

"Fuck Johnny," Randy breathed as he came down from his high.

John lightly kissed his way down Randy's legs and pulled off his shoes and jeans. Afterward he stood up, wrapped Randy's legs around his waist, and pulled him up into a sitting position.

He captured Randy's lips in a light but insistent kiss while pulling at the t-shirt still on Randy's back. He broke away from the kiss as he pulled the shirt off and threw it on the floor.

"Come on, Mr. Orton; let's break in your new bed."

"Wait, don't you want me…" Randy started to say as he felt John's still rock hard member press against his leg.

"I can last a little longer, Babe," he replied pulling Randy from the counter and throwing him over his shoulder.

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