John stretched out on his hotel bed, closing his eyes and letting it all sink it. The last month had been a rollercoaster of emotions for him and he needed the peace and quiet of tonight to try to relax; because tomorrow would no doubt bring even more, because right now, every day there was something.
After Liz dropped the bombshell of her pregnancy, John found the news spreading like wild fire throughout the locker room. He was lucky he found Randy early on to let him know and to discuss it. John wanted to be a father, there was no doubt in his mind, but he wanted to think about having a family once his career was starting to slow down. He saw how happy Randy was when he was around his daughter and more than anything wanted that same feeling; but he also saw the pain his lover went through when he left his home and daughter behind.
He still wasn't sure how the news of Liz's pregnancy managed to become public knowledge. They may have been arguing during the day but the conversation they were having when she told him was mostly civil… and low volume as well. He soon realized someone must have been passing by the locker room and heard the conversation. Feeling it too juicy gossip to keep quiet they passed it on.
It was by the following Monday, John found out it was false alarm and the next thing he knew the entire Raw roster was coming at him, passing on their commiserations. John feigned the disappointment he was expected to be feeling and it made him realize his acting skills were improving, because everyone was convinced, even Ted and Cody didn't realize he was faking.
Thankfully, Liz was staying at home in Tampa for a couple of weeks, which meant he could spend more time with Randy, the one person who had seen through his charades. Although they were still taking separate rooms, John would often find himself going to Randy's room in the middle of the night. Sometimes it would lead to sex but mostly Randy would lay him down in the bed and hold him.
In between shows, John would go home to Liz and found they could once again have a civil conversation. John couldn't help but notice a change in their relationship though as their first anniversary slowly approached. Although it was a false alarm, it made Liz realize more than ever that she didn't want to wait to have her family.
Whenever he was home, John would watch her go about her business and he soon remembered why he'd fallen in love with her so many years ago. He booked it up so she could spend a day at the spa with a few friends and in the meantime, he arranged for some food to be delivered from the local restaurant and set up a romantic evening for them.
When she got home, they talked and John agreed to try for a baby. He never spoke of his concerns over having a family while he was still travelling and he found it affected his performance whenever they would head to the bedroom. More than once, John found himself thinking of Randy, just so he could get hard, and then he struggled to keep the man from his thoughts as he made love to his wife. He was impressed with his self-restraint as he stopped himself calling Randy's name. On one particular night, after Liz had fallen asleep, John snuck downstairs to his den and called Randy, just so he could hear his voice after cumming hard from thinking about him.
Even on his anniversary night itself, where Liz had joined him in Evansville, he'd rung Randy, who was home in St Louis to celebrate Alanna's second birthday, and they'd fucked several times over the phone. When John thought about it the next day, he'd felt guilty considering he'd had phone sex more with Randy more than he'd had intercourse with his wife.
When he'd hit Omaha today, he immediately sought out Randy, and the pair furiously went at it in Randy's room as John shoved him against the wall and buried himself in Randy's heat.
They'd laid out in Randy's hotel room afterward and talked about everything that was going on, from John's concerns over having a family, his guilt over not being able to have sex with Liz without thinking of Randy, and the toll his body was taking with the Nexus storyline. Randy eased his mind as much as possible over each worry. John knew Randy wanted him to experience the delights of being a father. Yes, as he'd explained there were some drawbacks considering their travel schedule but in Randy's mind, when it came to his daughter, the plusses always outweighed the cons.
The pair went to the arena and enjoyed the rare opportunity to share a locker room, something both men were missing as the weeks went on. John smiled to himself as they fell so easily back into their routine. As John went to sign his pictures, Randy set up his pre-match shower and while Randy went to see the doc to loosen up his shoulder muscles, John pulled out Randy's clothes for later and set his towel over the wall of the shower stall.
Their match at the end of the night took its toll on all participants, yet again Nexus running in and demolishing everyone. The storyline was going over well with the fans, but it was starting to take its toll on John.
Randy sent John to his hotel room to relax, and here he was, still thinking on everything happening to him. He was starting to drift off when there was a knock at the door. He dragged himself off the bed and padded over to the door, not bothering to check who was there before opening.
"Liz?" John asked, shocked to see her. "What are you doing here?"
"It's good to see you too," she chuckled as she stepped in and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, Liz, I'm tired. Of course it's good to see you," he said kissing her on her cheek.
John thought about the brief interaction as he took her suitcase from her and carried it into the room. If anyone saw the couple, they would think they were brother and sister, rather than husband and wife. Who kisses their wife on the cheek? John admonished himself. Hell, who kisses their husband on the cheek?
Liz pulled him over to the chair that was in the room and pushed him into it before sitting on the arm of the chair. John looped his arm around her to support her where she sat. God, if Randy were here, he'd be straddling me. On the other hand, maybe he'd be down between my legs, sucking on my dick. John shut his eyes tightly, trying to get the thoughts out of his head.
"…anyway, the real reason I came… are you listening?" Liz asked sternly.
"Yeah, Liz, I'm sorry, like I said, I'm tired," he said, rubbing his hand along her back.
"Well, when I found out I wanted to let you know and I didn't want to do it over the phone, so," she said indicating with her hands 'here I am'. "I'm pregnant, and this time the doctor confirmed it."
John sat there dumbfounded as the news sank in. he looked at her and stared, still not believing what she had told him.
"John, talk to me," she said worried at his silence.
"I… I…I'm going to be a father?" John asked as a huge dimpled smile spread across his face.
Liz broke into a genuine smile spread across her own face. She wrapped her arms around John's neck and nodded her confirmation.
"Yep, you're going to be a daddy," she said leaning in and claiming his lips.
The next morning, before Liz even stirred, John was up showered, and dressed ready to go. When he realized how early it was, he decided to pay a visit to Randy and break the news. Much like the false alarm, he wanted to make sure Randy was the first to know. Only this time he wanted to make sure it was a secret until they decided to tell people.
He knocked on the door and a groggy looking Randy opened it up a minute later. Before Randy could even say anything, John gently took hold of Randy's hips and walked him slowly back in the room, softly kicking the door closed. When Randy was resting against the wall, John let go of his hips and cupped his face before kissing him chastely.
"Johnny, what's going on?" Randy asked. "Is everything okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" John countered.
"I'd usually be naked on the bed by now," Randy said with a cocky smirk.
"You're right; you are easy," John said rubbing his chin. "I should probably find a boyfriend with higher morals."
Randy hit John round the back of his head and John moved his hand to rub the spot. He smirked as Randy moved away and fell into bed, pulling the sheet up to his waist.
"Okay, so I have some news, that's why I'm here," John said crawling onto the bed, lying next to Randy.
"What is it?" Randy said drifting back to sleep.
"Liz; after I got back to the hotel room last night, she showed up," he explained.
"Mmhmm," Randy replied, indicating or John to continue.
"She's pregnant."
John waited for Randy's reaction. He wasn't sure how he was going to take it. Last time he was so supportive, John wasn't convinced he was okay with it. When it turned out to be a false alarm, John stopped worrying himself about it and their relationship returned to how they liked it.
Randy's eyes drifted open and he looked solemnly at John. He couldn't tell what Randy was thinking and he almost wished he hadn't told him. Squeezing his eyes together, he contemplated getting up from the bed and heading back to Liz, but before he actually started moving, he felt the back of Randy's hand sweep lovingly across the skin of his cheek.
He opened his eyes and saw Randy beaming. Not only was he smiling but his eyes were dancing in excitement as well.
"You are going to be an amazing father," Randy stated before leaning in and kissing John. "Congratulations, Johnny."
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Randy looked at him for a moment with confused eyes before taking hold of his face, looking him deep in his eyes and replying.
"Johnny, I know what it's like to be told you're going to be a father; it's the best feeling in the world. I want you to have the experience of being there when your child is born, and when they take their first step, say their first word. Nothing beats it."
The pair lay on the bed with their legs entwined, talking about John becoming a father. Randy told him about all the things he will experience; the good things like holding the baby when they fall to sleep; the bad things such as being away from them when they travel; and even handling the diaper changes. John made Randy chuckle when he pulled a face and said Liz could handle the changes.
"It's all part and parcel of being a dad; Liz can't do all the work. Besides," Randy said looking down slightly. "When you're away as much as we are; you don't mind doing anything for them. You even get use to changing your shirt a couple of times a day."
"Why would I need to change my shirt?" John asked innocently.
"I'll leave that as a nice surprise for you," Randy chuckled again.
Through their conversation, John and Randy were forever shifting positions until Randy sat up against the headboard with John sitting between his legs resting against his chest. Running his hands along Randy's arms, John smiled when he felt goosebumps form on Randy's skin. He continued running his hand down Randy's right arm, lacing his fingers with Randy, lifting his hand to his lips to press a soft kiss to the skin. He could almost hear Randy smile at the touch, so he continued his journey, placing kisses along the inside of his wrist up to his elbow.
"You know, I never liked tattoos," John murmured, flipping onto his side, tracing his fingers over the skulls on Randy's biceps. "Until you had these done."
"Johnny, I had tattoos when you met me," Randy reminded him.
"I know, but they didn't do anything for you. These," John said moving around to Randy's left arm. "Are sexy. Sexy to the point where I started fantasizing about you wrapping them around me."
"Like this," Randy asked, slipping his arms around John's waist and chest.
"Just like this," John replied snuggling into Randy's warm embrace.
They lay quietly in one another's arms for another ten minutes before John realized the time and he remembered he should be getting back to Liz. Randy saw him to the door and before they opened it, Randy pulled John in close and kissed him slow and deep, making sure to search out every crevice of John's mouth.
"How about we go for a drink tonight; you and me, to celebrate," John asked.
"Sounds good, Johnny, are we going from here or the arena?"
"It's a late show tonight, so how about the arena," John suggested. "That way we get maximum drinking time."
"Johnny, you know you can't keep up with me," Randy joked.
"Is that a challenge?"
"I'll see you later," Randy said opening the door and pushing John through.
John pulled Randy into the club and straight to the bar. John was in the mood to dance tonight, but he knew Randy would need a drink or two before he would even consider going onto the dance floor. Once they had their drinks, they managed to find a booth near the back where they could chat and drink for a little while without being seen.
As they sat talking, John couldn't resist slipping his hand up Randy's leg, inching his way to the prize he was hoping would be his by the end of the night. John had been looking forward to the night out all day and by the time they were ready to go, he was feeling hornier than he had all week. When his hand got too close, Randy simply took hold of John and moved his hand back down to his knee.
"Behave, one more drink," he said motioning for a refill to the waitress that walked by. "Then I may just be ready to hit the dance floor."
Five minutes later and the waitress returned with their drinks and Randy made a toast to John, the soon to be father. John didn't remember downing a beer so quickly but when he put the empty bottle down and looked to Randy he was simply smirking and slowly sipped at his drink.
Feeling excited, John's hand went back to Randy's thigh and he leant in close, letting his breath flow against Randy's skin. Randy turned his head to lock eyes with John, pleading with John to stop, but at the same time, John could see he wanted more and John was willing to continue. He let his hand slip up Randy's thigh and brush against his member, feeling it twitch in excitement.
Randy sat bolt upright and slammed his drink on the table, causing John to jump a little at the sudden movement.
"I can't take any more of your teasing. Come on," Randy said standing up with John close behind.
John moved himself in as close as he could get to Randy as they stood in the booth, he let one of his arms run around Randy's side and pull him even closer.
"Want to get freaky out there, babe?" John asked.
"Johnny, we're in public, it's not like you can give me another lap dance," Randy said moving out of John's embrace, holding onto his hand and leading him to the dance floor.
"Don't tempt me," John said as he followed Randy.
As soon as they were on the dance floor, John tugged on Randy's shirt and moved him in so they pressed close together.
"Think we can last more than one song this time?" John quipped as he and Randy started dancing up against one another.
"We would've lasted more than one song last time if you weren't grinding your ass against my dick," Randy retorted as he looped an arm around John's body.
As they joked, John slid his hand in under Randy's shirt to feel his hard muscles as the song's beat started changing in with the next song. When Randy recognized the song, he pulled back from John shaking his head.
"I am not dancing to the Pussycat Dolls."
"But it's a sexy song," John pouted as he held on to Randy's shirt not letting him get away. "Besides, the song's giving me an idea."
Randy's eyebrow rose a notch, questioning John's statement as he felt John's hand slip back under his shirtfront again before popping the bottom two buttons. Randy smirked as he felt John's other hand reach under his shirt and run over his abs. John smiled in victory as he watched Randy relent and move back in; he groaned when Randy grabbed his ass pulled him in so their hips pressed together.
The two men moved against one another as the music continued and true to his word, Randy made sure they made it through more than one song. Neither man cared they were in public and just enjoyed the feel of each other's body dancing against the other. On about the tenth song when John did succumb, turning around so his back was against Randy he made sure not to grind against his crotch so they could continue dancing.
"You are behaving tonight," Randy sighed in John's ear as his hand wrapped around from behind and slid down in the opening at the top of John's shirt.
"Want to make it last," John said as his head fell back resting on Randy's shoulder.
"That's a shame…" Randy commented, pressing his lower body in John.
"Why?" John breathed.
"Because all I can think about is you pressing me up against a wall."
"Okay, we're leaving," John said standing up straight as he lead Randy off the dance floor and toward the exit.
When they left the club, John all but jumped out in front of the traffic to hail a cab. When he managed to get one to pull over, he turned around and saw Randy leant against the wall of the club, grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you smiling about?" John asked.
"I think someone's eager to get back," Randy laughed, pushing off from the wall with his foot.
"Get in the cab," John said scowling.
The next morning, John rolled over in his bed and reached out to put his arm around Liz, only to find her not there. He sat up groggily and ran his hands over his face trying to wake himself up.
He thought back to the previous night and how worked up he was after the club it caused him to lead Randy up the back staircase of the hotel, pushing him against the wall and the pair had a rough quickie before saying goodnight. He smiled as he remembered how loud Randy was, as John pushed into his sweet spot repeatedly.
He shook his head of his thoughts and reminded himself why he'd woke up. Liz wasn't in bed. He listened out to see if she was in the bathroom but when there was no noise coming from the room. He pushed the covers off his body and padded around the room for any sign from her. He was about to pull out his phone when he spotted a sheet of paper on the bedside unit.
John,
It's not nice to wakeup alone is it… I can't believe you went out with him last night... please don't try and deny it, I could smell cologne on you which wasn't yours. Didn't you want to celebrate with me?
I'm heading back to Tampa, please don't call, I need some time to myself.
I'll see you went you get home.
Liz
John scrunched the paper in his hand and threw it at the wall in frustration. Better the ball of paper than the lamp on the unit. He hit the shower and changed into his street clothes. Grabbing his gym bag and keys, he decided to relieve his stress at the gym. If she didn't want to speak to him then so be it, she could have all the time in the world.
As Randy parked up in the car park of the BOK center in Tulsa, Oklahoma, he noticed Stephen Farrelly, stood outside having a smoke. It had been a few days since Randy had taken a smoke and he decided he could probably go for one right now.
He got out, grabbed his bag from the trunk, and strolled over to where Stephen stood. He nodded his head in acknowledgement and took out his pack of smokes. He figured that if he had one now then he could have a couple of mints before John arrived, getting rid of his smoker's breath.
They stood there silently for a couple of moments as various crew, both local and tour personnel, went about their business getting the arena ready for the show that night. Randy saw the red head looking around him and watching everyone working; it appeared as though he was feeling anxious.
"You alright man?" Randy asked.
"Yeah, you know, just chilling before the evening gets going," Stephen replied.
"You seem on edge," Randy said.
Randy watched as Stephen once again looked around and then took a deep breath and then letting out a long sigh.
"Listen, it's none of my business okay, I've only been here a short while and I don't want to step on anyone's toes, but…" Stephen wittered, awkwardly shifting his balance from foot to foot. "Last night, I went out with a couple of lads for a drink, and well, I saw… nobody else did… and I didn't point anything out… just me… I mean, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong-"
"Jesus, Steve, spit it out already," Randy said annoyed at his colleague's babbling.
"You and Cena."
Randy's eyes went a little wide when Stephen finally clarified what he was talking about. He took a deep breath for responding, stubbing his cigarette out on the wall.
"You mean at the club?" Randy asked trying to sound as calm as possible. When Stephen nodded in response, Randy continued. "Man, we lost a bet. We had to go to a club and get all freaky like that."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, it was Ted and Cody. We were making some jokes at their expense; all meant with affection. The boys are like my brothers; John will tell you the same. We were making wise cracks and they challenged us, we lost, and of all things, they choose that, something about appropriate payback," Randy explained, hoping he sounded convincing. He just had to catch up with Ted and John before Stephen did.
Randy stood out there having a second smoke to calm his nerves while trying to carry on having a conversation with Stephen without it being awkward. As soon as he was able to get away, he walked into the arena and checked where his locker room was. When he entered the room, he dumped his bag and retrieved his cellphone from the side pocket where he stashed it.
Sending a text to John to check what time he was finished with his autograph signing, Randy couldn't calm his nerves until he received a reply.
MEET ME AT TOPECA COFFEE, COUPLE OF BLOCKS FROM THE ARENA… NEED TO TALK… MY TREAT xx
Twenty minutes later, Randy ducked out of the arena, trying not to let anyone spot him on the way through. After sending John the last text, he located Ted and filled him in on the excuse he told Stephen. After Ted stopped laughing at the situation, Randy asked him to speak with Cody as well, just in case.
He entered the coffee house and found John in a booth, a coffee already waiting for him. He slid into the booth next to John and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Mmm, what was that for?" John asked, smiling coyly at Randy.
"I wanted to kiss my boyfriend," Randy said winking in reply.
"Mmm, well my boyfriend needs to take a breath mint. Have you been smoking?" John asked, wrinkling his nose.
"I knew I forgot something," Randy joked. He pointedly looked at the coffee mugs on the table and then at John as though asking why they were there.
"You weren't here; I thought I'd treat instead," John answered Randy's unspoken question. "So, other than to get me alone was there a reason why you wanted to meet me here?"
Randy looked away from John and moved his coffee closer, idly stirring in the milk and sugar. He sat there for a couple of minutes lost in thought, still stirring the coffee, only stopping when John placed his hand over his to stop the movement.
"What's on your mind, Babe?"
"Something, someone said earlier," Randy hinted, not giving a full answer.
"Babe, look at me," John said, turning Randy to look at him. Randy relaxed and smiled when he felt John's hand rest on his leg, trying to sooth him. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"I saw Ted earlier. He mentioned that he saw Liz leaving the hotel in Kansas this morning, is that true?" Randy asked, not sure why he wasn't telling John about his conversation with Stephen.
"Yes, she was upset that we went out last night. Apparently she could smell your cologne on me," John seethed. "I mean, she's making it sound like I'm having an affair; yet she said she was okay with me being in a relationship with someone-"
"Johnny, calm down," Randy said softly kissing him again. "She did say as long it didn't affect her having a family. Johnny, she's pregnant, maybe she thought you'd end things with me."
John looked at Randy with desperate eyes as though he was searching for an answer to unknown question. His hand on Randy's thigh stopped its motions and gripped his leg.
"Please don't tell me you think we should end things," John said. "God damn it, Randy. Why do you always run when things get a little tough? She's pregnant, so what, it doesn't mean we shouldn't be together. I thought you loved me. Get out my way."
"Where do you want to go?" Randy asked not moving from his spot.
"Anywhere away from you; I'm so sick of people running at the slightest bit of trouble."
Randy continued sitting on the bench in the booth as John stood up and tried to pass Randy. When he was trying to push by, Randy moved his hands up his thighs, letting them rest on his hips as John was almost straddling him.
"Nice ass, Johnny," Randy said, pulling John down so he was sat on his lap. "Will you let me speak, now?"
John shoved himself off Randy's lap back to where he originally sat as Randy took a casual sip from his coffee as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. When Randy didn't immediately start talking, John threw his arms in the air, annoyed at Randy's silence.
"First off, stop acting like a brat who isn't getting his own way," Randy said taking another sip. "Is it so wrong for Liz to want an ordinary family life?"
"No," John said quietly, looking away from Randy and taking a swish of his own drink.
"Second, you shout much louder you'll get us chucked out. Third," Randy said putting his hand up to stop John from interrupting. "I wasn't planning on running. While I understand she wants a traditional family, like any woman would, there is no way in hell I can give you up."
Randy looked at the stunned expression on John's face and he smirked. Reaching over he took John's face between his hands and kissed his lips, his nose, and his forehead, before moving back down to his lips.
"You're under my skin now Cena, not only can I not give you up; but I don't want to," he explained. "But none of this was the reason I wanted to see you."
"Then what was?" John asked, taking hold of Randy's hand and lowering them from his face.
"When I got to the arena, Stephen was out having a smoke," Randy chuckled at the face John pulled. "I'll take a breath mint soon, Johnny."
"Don't worry the coffee's starting to mask it," John said though he still wrinkled his nose a little causing Randy to laugh some more.
"Anyway, apparently he was out drinking with some friends last night," Randy explained. "He saw us dancing together at the club."
John's eyes went wide as Randy's words sunk in. He had been so caught up his one on one time with Randy, that he hadn't even thought about getting spotted by anyone. Which was stupid since it wasn't only their colleagues they had to be concerned about. what if they'd been seen by the press, they would've had a field day. WWE's Top Superstars Grind Against One Another At Club. John could picture the headline now, because once they hit the floor, not much else happened.
He moved away from Randy subconsciously as his mind started thinking about being caught by the press. They'd already been too intimate for somewhere so public.
"What are you thinking?" Randy asked taking John's hand in his.
When John pulled back from the touch, Randy simply moved his hand and took hold of John again.
"Take a walk with me," Randy whispered.
He tugged on John's hand and the pair left the coffee house with Randy leading John along the road. They were both wearing baseball caps and sunglasses so they wouldn't be spotted so easily. The arena was a ten-minute walk from the coffee house, so Randy figured they could talk while they headed back to the arena.
"I remember when it used to be me who freaked out about our relationship," Randy commented as he put his arm around John's shoulder.
Randy smiled gently when John leant his head against Randy's shoulder and peeked up at him from below his cap.
"I'm sorry; it's just with Liz leaving, Stephen spotting us, Liz being pregnant, I can't take much more."
"I know, Johnny," Randy said, cuddling him tight to his side.
They walked for a couple of minutes in comfortable silence, taking their time getting back to the arena, so they could prolong their time together. Randy knew he needed to give John some space while Liz was pregnant, he just hoped John wouldn't overreact and see where he was coming from.
"Johnny, if I suggest something, will you promise not to get mad?" Randy asked gently. When John stopped walking, Randy turned on the spot to face him.
"If you're trying to get me to break it off, it won't happen," John simply stated.
"I wouldn't survive without you anymore, Cena; however I was thinking, maybe we try to control ourselves," Randy explained.
"What do you mean?" John asked puzzled by Randy's comment.
"Okay; ever since Liz started travelling with you, we've been sneaking off for quick fucks in the arena, even when you've been coming to my hotel room we've been going at it against a wall instead of using the bed," Randy said smirking at their eagerness. "I don't want you to think I'm complaining, but I don't remember the last time we just took our time, and made love."
Randy saw John's stoic expression crack and the hint of a smile touch his face.
"I know, I sound like a woman," Randy said starting to walk again.
Randy slowed a bit when John caught up with him and took hold of his hand. They continued their walk back to the arena with John looking at Randy waiting for him to continue his suggestion, but nothing came.
"Come on, Randy, what are thinking?" John prodded.
"Maybe we could have a standard date, like the night before we have to head home in opposite directions," Randy suggested shrugging his shoulders. He knew he didn't care when as long as he still got time alone with John.
"Sounds okay, but I want to make one small change," John said, smirking at Randy.
"What?"
"I want something to look forward to when I get in; how about we meet up the first AND last night of the week?" Randy stopped this time, causing John to stop as well.
"I suppose, if I have to," Randy said hanging his shoulders as though he'd lost of a battle.
When he received a look from John telling him he was being childish, Randy chuckled and wrapped his arms around John from behind as they once again continued on their way.
"So since this is your idea," John said looking back over his shoulder. "Am I still allowed to kiss you?"
"What type of kissing are we talking about?" Randy asked as he bent his head and ran his tongue along the shell of John's ear.
"Mmm, without tongue, with tongue, shoving you up against a wall and kissing you," John joked.
"Yes, yes, and on our planned night's together," Randy said. "I wouldn't be able to stop the kissing otherwise."
"Spoil sport."
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