There was no doubting for Randy, he loved be home. Every day he spent in his new house there more he felt like he belonged there. It was even better when Alanna would be over with him and he had some one on one time with his daughter.
Nevertheless, as he walked into the lobby of the hotel he couldn't help but smile. He loved his life on the road every bit as much as his home life. In addition, this week saw his return to active full time competition. He was also hoping it meant more time with John.
Ever since Tampa, three weeks ago, John was so busy with signings that he'd suggested they have separate rooms so he wasn't disturbed. Randy tried to disagree with John but he wasn't having any of it. At first, Randy was concerned that John was still mad at him for making him speak with Liz after their argument, but he soon realized that he was just being attentive.
They still met up for dinner and of course they were still having sex, in fact John was becoming insatiable and whenever they were heading back to their hotel, John would do a detour and find a secluded spot for them to go at it. Randy had found it harder to say goodbye to John each week when John would continue on tour and he had to head home to his empty house.
He wished he could spend time with his family but whenever he called them they didn't answer or they lied about not having the time as they were going out.
"Good morning, sir, how can I help?" the young woman at the front desk asked.
Randy smirked when he realized the young woman was giving him her best smile and was even batting her eyelashes at him. Randy almost felt like telling her to stop trying, she didn't have a chance since he was gay. He smirked even more when he realized how relaxed he was about the thought these days. It didn't bother him one bit what people thought of him.
"I'm checking in, should be booked under Orton," Randy said.
The young woman processed his check in paperwork never once letting her smile falter.
"I've lost track of the weeks and the different bookings I've made; am I sharing with anyone?" Randy asked trying to sound as casual as possible.
"I'll just have a look sir," she said checking the booking information on her computer. "No, sir, you have a king suite to yourself."
"Okay, thank you," Randy said still trying to maintain his casual appearance, though really he was feeling disappointed. Maybe John was mad with him still and didn't want to share with him just to keep his distance.
"Here's your keycard, you're on floor 8, room 815," the front desk clerk said.
"Thank you, could you tell me if John Cena has checked in yet," Randy requested.
The young woman looked once more on the computer and nodded.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Cena checked in an hour ago," she said.
"I know you shouldn't but is there any chance you can let me know which room he's in, I need to speak to him before we go to work," Randy said flashing his best smile.
The girl looked around to make sure she wasn't being watched and told Randy the room number. John was on a completely different floor to him. Randy couldn't help but start to panic at the thought of John mad with him.
He thanked the girl once more and made his way to the elevator. He headed to his own room and dumped his bags. He freshened up a little before making his way to John's room. It was a lie to say he didn't dress to impress. He'd even changed into his tightest shirt since he knew John liked the way it showed off his muscles.
He made his way along the corridor toward John's room and took a couple of deep breaths trying to relax his churning stomach. When he made it to the door, he stood for a couple of seconds before knocking lightly.
As he knocked he heard some movement at the end of the corridor, he turned to look, taking his eyes away from the door in front of him.
"What do you want?"
Randy turned suddenly to the voice and his eyes went wide.
"Liz. What are doing here?" Randy asked.
"Funnily enough, I'm visiting my husband. Now tell me what you want," she insisted.
Randy stood dumbfounded for a moment, shocked that Liz was stood in front of him. It was the first time he'd seen her since her wedding the previous year. He wondered why she'd all of sudden decided to come and visit. She hated the business and only really came out if John asked her to for the Boston shows.
"Answer me, you idiot," Liz said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"I just…"
"Let me guess, you just came to see your boyfriend," she said turning her nose up at him.
"I didn't come here to argue, or to interfere. I didn't know you were in town. I'm sorry," Randy said trying to appease Liz.
"Don't talk shit; you're trying to interfere with my marriage. What you couldn't keep your wife, so John's not allowed to?" she bit at Randy who still stood there, his senses slowly coming back to him.
Randy started to walk away from the angry Liz. Nothing he was going to say would help calm her down and if he'd known Liz was in town he wouldn't of considered coming along.
"Don't walk away from me, you asshole," Liz shouted at his retreating figure.
Randy stopped and turned back to Liz. Surely, she knew not to shout in the corridor of a hotel room if you're related to the face of the WWE. He walked up to her and got in her face.
"If you want to yell at me, then do so in private. Do not do anything to embarrass John," Randy said, seething at Liz's attitude.
"Like I'd give you the pleasure. I know you came around here to cause trouble. Start an argument and make John mad at me," Liz bit at him.
"Now who' talking shit," he said walking away from her and heading to the elevator.
As the elevator rode back down to his floor, Randy clenched his fists, trying to get the anger to dissipate but it wasn't helping. He hated he let himself get pulled into the argument with Liz. No doubt she would run and tell John and cause trouble between them.
Randy threw himself down on the bed in his room and thought back to the conversation he had with John when they first got together. Liz was okay with John being openly bisexual and even gave him permission to have relations with men as long as he was discreet. He couldn't help but wonder why there was a sudden change in her attitude.
He laid there for some time thinking things through when he realized she was never okay with the situation. She only said she was to keep John. Hadn't John told him that his previous relationships had never been more than a quick fuck in the changing rooms at a gym? And, if they had turned into anything more, it never lasted long enough to get serious. Maybe it was because Liz got to them before John had a chance with them.
Randy was grateful he was able to have the one on one time with John. It was another reason why he loved touring. Realizing the time, Randy grabbed his bag, phone and wallet and left his hotel room for the arena.
The afternoon dragged, as he got ready for the show that night. He was concerned about his shoulder and popped in to see the doc so he could make sure he was okay to compete and then headed back to the locker room.
As he was walking down a deserted corridor, he could sight of John standing in the doorway of a room. He picked up his speed and headed to the room as John disappeared inside. When he got to the room, he opened the now closed door and popped his head round not wishing to cause any more arguments.
"Why's my sexy viper nervous?" John said sat on the edge of the desk in the otherwise deserted room.
"You been to the hotel in the last couple of hours?" Randy asked quietly, not really wanting to bring up the topic but knew it was inevitable.
"Yeah," John said simply keeping eye contact with Randy.
Randy couldn't make out whether John was mad or not, there was a look on his face that he couldn't read, and he knew John wanted it that way.
"I should've told you, I'm sorry," John said.
Randy shrugged in reply, not really knowing how to respond to John. Not even knowing if he wanted to say anything. It played on his mind whether to voice his thoughts from earlier in the day but decided against it when he realized it wouldn't do any good.
"So how did you persuade her?" Randy asked.
"I didn't, she wanted to come," John said shrugging himself.
Randy couldn't help but notice the tension in the room was reminiscent of when they'd broken up and still trying to remain friends. He stood against the door looking at John who wasn't moving himself, his arms folded across his chest.
"You may remember, we've been arguing a lot lately. She feels it's because I'm not spending enough time with her," John explained. "She suggested coming on tour for a couple of while. She had some time owing her at work, so she took it."
"So I guess this means the end of us. You can't have two tour relationships," Randy said not wishing to put the moment off any longer. John was going to end things; there was no way he could keep two relationships going at the same time on one tour.
Randy turned on the spot and opened the door, before he could open it far enough an arm shot out to his left to slam it closed again.
"Why would you think that?" John asked and Randy could hear the panic in his voice.
John purposely brushed his hand against Randy's right leg as it moved to lock the door, and there it stayed. Randy was trapped, an arm either side of his body. He could feel the heat radiating from the man behind him. He leant his head fall forward and hit the door in front of him.
"Tell me," John pressed Randy for an answer.
Randy took a deep breath, savouring the feel of John so close behind him. He could feel John's breathe whisking gently across his neck and his body was slowly starting to respond. He found himself unable to answer John's question, if he could even remember what it was.
"Turn around," John whispered placing his hand on Randy's hip.
Randy took another deep breath before slowly turning around, John's hand never leaving his side. As he turned around to face John, he took a small step back so he rested against the door, letting his eyes drift shut, he really couldn't look at John if he ended things; thankfully it seemed John had different ideas as he stepped closer to his body.
"Tell me why you'd think that," John urged.
"Liz was right, I'm getting in the way of your marriage," Randy said, sighing with relief now John knew.
"I don't know what Liz told you, but you are not getting in the way of my marriage. If anything, she is," John said, causing Randy to open his eyes and look pleadingly at John.
"How can yo-" Randy started to ask, as John pressed his lips firmly against Randy's, stopping his question.
"Because it's true," John said breaking away and forcing Randy to look him straight in the eyes. "She wants me to give you up."
John's hand snaked around to the back of Randy's neck pulling him down for another kiss.
"I'm not willing to," John stated.
"So how's it going to work? Are you going to pull me into a room like this and I'll be your dirty little secret?" Randy asked shaking his head, hating the idea; he would just feel like he was having an affair.
"Mmm, sexy viper," John breathed against Randy's neck as his hands travelled across Randy's body before slipping into his basketball shorts to take hold of the man. "There is nothing little about you."
"Oh god, John," Randy moaned quietly as John started stroking him. "That feels good… oh yeah, real good… keep going."
"You like that?" John asked smiling as he watched Randy get worked up under his touch.
"Yeeessss," Randy hissed as John tightened his grip and stroked him a little harder and faster.
"Will you come and meet up with me later, after our match?" John asked.
"Oh god… yesss… yesss… I'll meet you."
"Good boy," John whispered into Randy's ear, pressing his body against Randy in the process. "Want to cum?"
Randy bit his lip, close to screaming out in pleasure at what John was doing to him. He simply nodded, letting his head fall to John's shoulder as he gave in to the feelings.
"Please… please," he begged.
"Can you hold yourself up?" John asked, not stopping his ministrations.
Randy looked into John's eyes and nodded, not knowing if he wanted John to know that, he could be torturous sometimes.
John simply sank to his knees, leant forward and ran his tongue along the underside of Randy's cock before taking the head into his mouth.
"Oh fffuuuccckkk," Randy yelled as his head hit the door, harder than he'd planned. He didn't care though as John sucked hard on his cock, bobbing up and down. "Fuck, I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum."
Without any more warning, Randy shot his load into John's mouth and watched as John continued to suck on him, milking him of every bit of cum.
"Let's hope nobody was out there," John chuckled as he pulled Randy's shorts back over his cock before standing up.
"I'll just tell them I was getting head from a hot brunette. Where do you want to meet up?" Randy asked, rubbing his head from where he hit it.
"How about one of the skyboxes after the show?"
Randy nodded his agreement and pulled John in for a kiss. He kept it soft and pulled back when he felt John trying to deepen the kiss.
"We should go, we can't stay in here forever," Randy said unlocking the door. He watched John sigh as he realized what Randy was saying was right. They had to go back out there and pretend they're just best friends.
John suddenly smiled and pulled Randy in for a hard but quick kiss.
"You know what this reminded me of," John commented.
"What?" Randy said puzzled, trying to rack his brains and remember.
"When you were freaking out because we kissed; so I trapped you and kissed you again," he said smiling like a giddy child.
"John, you didn't give me a hand job last time," Randy commented. "Or a blow job."
"You wanted one," he winked at Randy as he opened the door and left Randy stood there in shock from John's come back.
John made his way back to his locker room to have his pre-match shower. Now he'd seen Randy and explained what was going on he wanted to relax and try to get through the rest of the day as calmly as possible for the show tonight.
Then, once the show was over he was going to sneak up to a skybox and have his way with Randy. Since they'd spent some time together in Tampa with the boys and Emma, John felt like he'd hardly seen Randy. With his injury, Randy was only allowed to make appearances on Raw; there was a strict no wrestling order until the pay per view, which had gone smoothly. It also signified Randy's return to competition. Tonight would reinforce that and it would mean he would get four straight days with Randy, albeit via sneaking around.
With the way Liz was behaving recently, it was causing John to feel like he was having an affair. Nevertheless, there was no way he was willing to give Randy up. In fact, there was no way he could give Randy up. They were just too close now, and to end it would be to break both of their hearts.
His relaxed state didn't last long as he entered the locker room and found Liz stood there with her arms folded and a stern look on her face as though she were the head teacher of a school.
"Where were you?" she snapped as soon as the door closed. "Were you with him?"
"Liz, will you not do this, please, I need to get ready for tonight," John said trying to remain calm.
"Oh right, Super Cena, it's all about the fans. It doesn't matter what you wife wants," she bit viciously pressing John's buttons.
John brushed her comments aside and simply walked away from her, grabbed his towel and shower gel. He could tell from that alone that he wasn't spending time with Randy. By now, Randy would've had everything laid out, his shower gel waiting for him in the stall, and all John would need to do is strip down and walk under the spray. Thinking of Randy's kindness, John found the urge to tell Liz the truth.
"You know, I was with him," John stated clearly turning on the spot to face her. "Do you want to know why?"
"Why?" she spat at him. John could tell she was shocked as well when her eyes went wide after his admittance.
"Because he gives a shit about; it's not all about him."
John stormed into the shower room, slamming the door as he went. He stood there for a second before deciding to lock the door to stop her following him, just so she could argue some more.
He stayed in the shower letting the water rush over his body, finding the way it moved over his body relaxing. He needed it more than ever today because the only other thing that could help him relax was three doors down in a room full of men.
It stepped back from under the spray to stop his skin from shriveling and leant up against the opposite wall. He ran his hands over his face trying to calm his angry and confused thoughts, before letting his back slide down the wall so he was sat on the shower room floor.
He could hear movement in the main room but he couldn't find the energy to move or even care. Liz was dragging him in too many different directions recently and he didn't want anything more to do with it. It was then he heard the door go and he figured she'd left, hopefully to go back to Tampa, or at the very least, the hotel.
He continued to sit in the cold, wet room, trying to calm his nerves but he found it difficult to focus his thoughts on anything other than the hate running through him. He jumped when he heard a knock on the door to the shower room, but he ignored it.
"John, it's me, can I come in?"
"No," he replied. "I want to be alone."
When no further response came, John figured they'd gone and left him to his thoughts; or lack thereof as was the case at the moment. He let his head fall into his hands as the steam from the shower started to fill the room.
"Johnny, what happened?"
John looked up to find Randy crouched down in front of him, looking concerned.
"It's a good job I happen to have a friend who's knows how to pick locks," Randy said, holding his hand out for John to take.
When John didn't take hold of Randy's hand, John could see the concern in Randy's eyes deepen. Randy moved back to the shower and switched it off, before moving to the door to open it a little further than where he left it, to allow for some of the steam to condense.
John watched him as he went about the room, taking care of things. He folded John's clothes, which were now a little damp and retrieved he bottle of shower gel, putting it with the clothes so they could take them next door. Once he was done, Randy made his way over to John and sat down on the floor.
John still didn't say anything or even look at Randy; he wasn't having any coherent thoughts at the moment. He could feel Randy looking at him but he still couldn't say anything. As per usual, Randy did exactly what he needed. Randy looped his arm around John's shoulders and pulled him down so his head rested on his thigh.
"So anyway, this friend; he showed me a few tricks. Comes in handy when I need to get in locked rooms," Randy muttered, letting John rest. "I've shown him a few things as well. Like how to pick up women, he was slower than I was when he was trying to get started with the dating thing. I think he might get a bit concerned when he finds out I'm gay."
John lay against Randy's leg, listening to his one-sided conversation, and he realized he was finally starting to relax. He felt Randy move a little and looked out the corner of his eye to see him reaching for the towel.
"Hips," Randy said, throwing the towel across John's lower body and wrapping it around him. "Talking of the ladies, you might want to watch out. The girl on the front desk at our hotel was checking me out. Completely throwing herself at me. You might have some competition. She even broke the hotel's rules for me."
John smirked at Randy's comments but still didn't say anything.
"You know I may have to turn straight for the night, just to get a piece of that," he joked running his fingers along the top of John's arms and across his shoulder. "What would be better is if she's got a hot boyfriend who wouldn't mind getting a piece of the viper."
"You wouldn't want that," John said, breaking his silence with a hoarse voice.
"The hot, naked man speaks," Randy quipped. "You're right, though I wouldn't want that. Nobody but you gets this ass. Even if he was as hot as me."
John chuckled, straightening up and wrapping his arms around Randy's neck.
"You are so conceited, Babe," he said still laughing.
"Glad to see you smiling," Randy said with a smile of his own. "Now can we please get up from this floor? My ass is killing me."
"It's all you, you, you, isn't it," John said shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Never a thought about anyone else."
"Yep," Randy agreed wrapping his arms around John's waist from behind once they were stood up. "Whenever I want to hold my boyfriend in my arms, I just pull him in, not caring that he's obviously upset."
"Liking the sound of your own voice, prattling on about locks, and chicks with their hot boyfriends," John said leaning back in Randy's arms as they walked. "Anything and everything, just because you want to."
"Mmhmm," Randy murmured, kissing John's temple. "Listen, Johnny, I've got to get going, are you going to be okay until later?"
John tilted his head back to look up into Randy's eyes and nodded. He pulled him in for a chaste kiss to say thank you for his compassion before stepping out from the comfort of Randy's arms.
Just as he was about to speak, the door opened and Liz walked in.
"Cause this is discreet, in the locker room John, really?" she barked.
John felt his body and mind starting to shut down again until a light touch from the man beside him sparked him back in existence again.
"I need to go, just stay calm," Randy said quietly as he pressed his lips to John's temple, not caring if Liz was in the room or not.
John watched his partner leave but not before shooting his Orton Glare at Liz. He almost chuckled when he saw her retreat a little. He should tell Randy off for that later, but he knew he'd only start laughing when he tried. Once Randy was out of the room and the door closed between them, John turned to Liz.
"I don't want to argue," John said calmly. "And for your information, we weren't going at it. He came to see me, found me broken; or near enough."
"John I don't want to argue either," Liz said in a softer tone than when she first walked in. "But there's something you should know."
"What?" John said his tone already drained of emotion.
"I think I'm pregnant."