A/N: You may have noticed I've added a few chapters recently for this story. I'm still working on Life… but this one is nearing the end and I'm motivated to finish it. Just this last drama for them to get over and we're on the home stretch, roughly eight chapters to go. As soon as I finish, I'll be focusing on Life…

Gutted to see I only had a couple of reviews for the last two chapters but thanks to CenaRKO1986 and Bingobaby for the continued support.

I know I should write more A/Ns on the updates but I'm terrible for remembering to do them. I always end up finishing the chapters late at night and I just want to upload and GTS. Bear with me; I'm trying to get better at it.

"Night guys," Ted said as he stepped off the elevator onto his floor. Although it was only late afternoon, Ted's body clock was still set to Milan time after their recent European tour.

Randy and John mumbled goodbyes as they saw Ted pulling his phone out from his pocket. Straight away, they knew whom he was calling. Ted's partner Cody was still in Istanbul with their Tour Manager and Smackdown colleagues as they had their final show tonight.

John leant against Randy as the elevator continued to make its way up to one of the top floors where their rooms were. Since last month, their relationship had improved, and John knew he was able to cuddle up to Randy when he wanted to. Randy instinctively wrapped his arms around John and placed a light kiss on the top of his head before John tilted his head back and smiled. Randy started pecking at his lips but it didn't go any further than that. Yes, their relationship had improved but Randy still had his guards up at times.

John placed his head against Randy's chest and listened to his heart beating; John noticed how it was beating faster than normal and he wished it were because of something he had done but realistically he knew it was more likely because of something else.

As the doors of the elevator opened, John stepped out of Randy's embrace and started making his way down the corridor to their rooms. He wished he could do something to help get them back to the way they should be, but he knew if he pushed the subject then Randy would just pull away entirely.

He was lost in his thoughts when Randy grabbed his hand, smiling at him when John looked over and placed a kiss on the back of his hand. When they reached their rooms, John went to the door opposite Randy's only to find Randy stopping him from stepping further into the room.

"Will you stay the night with me?" Randy asked and John wondered how much damage his actions had caused since Randy had never sounded so shy.

"Are you sure? I don't want to rush you, if you don't want to go back to sharing again. That's why I've automatically been booking separate rooms an-" Randy shut John up by slamming his lips against his.

John let his bags drop to the floor as he wrapped his arms around Randy's neck letting the younger man take possession of his lips. When he moaned into the kiss, Randy shoved his tongue into John's mouth, tangling them together, enjoying the feeling they had both missed. It was only when Randy broke the kiss to let air into his lungs that John took the chance to take control.

He slowly walked Randy back toward his own room, shoving him hard against the door and pinning his arms to the wood. Randy let out a little moan and it went straight to John's heart. Was this what Randy needed? After weeks of servicing him, and then nearly a month of nothing but light pecks to the cheek or lips, John sensed Randy wanted him to take control again.

"Card?" John demanded.

"Back pocket."

John let his hand trail slowly down Randy's arm, across his chest and abs before moving around to the back pocket of Randy's pants. He slid his hand into the pocket to retrieve the card, cupping Randy's butt cheek at the same time, gently squeezing him before removing his hand.

He slid the card in and opened the door; reluctantly pulling away so they could pick up Randy's bags. Randy led him into the room and John, staying respectful, didn't go automatically go back to kissing him. He sat in the nearby chair as Randy sorted through his suitcase, pulling out his pajama bottoms ready for later that night.

John detected a sense of nervousness coming from Randy, as though he wasn't sure he wanted John with him, and John fought with his own emotions, not to run from the room and back to his own across the hall. He shook his head at his thoughts and knew they had to tackle this for the last time or they would never get back to being the loving couple he knew they were.

He stood up, marching over to where Randy stood and claimed his lips in a hard kiss. He smiled when he heard Randy moaning once more and moved him nearer the bed. He felt Randy tense when he realized where they were but John ignored it and pushed him down onto the bed coming over him where he landed.

Randy scooted back on the bed and John followed, shifting his position so he was laying out next to him, never letting his hands leave Randy's body.

"You seemed to want this earlier… do you still want to continue?" John asked, running his fingers along Randy's jawline, caressing the skin.

Randy closed his eyes, savoring the feel of John's fingers on him. John knew then that he wanted this and John wanted to give him what he wanted, sort of. John was going to show Randy he was as selfish as he had been last month. That he cared about Randy's needs more. Before Randy could come back to his senses, John pushed his shirt up and whipped it off, revealing Randy's sculptured upper body.

"You want this don't you, Randy?" John asked brushing their lower bodies together.

"John," Randy moaned. John closed the short distance between his lips and Randy's skin, placing careful kisses along the path he knew off by heart. He knew if he was going to get Randy excited then this was the way to do it. Starting at the top of his neck, John placed kisses, nipped on the skin and soothed it with his tongue, moving down Randy's neck until he was hitting his collarbone.

"Do you want more, Babe?" John teased.

"No…yes… I don't know," Randy groaned, unable to hold it in.

"Hmm, let me see if I can help you with that decision," he quipped. With Randy squirming underneath him, John repeated his actions down the opposite side of the neck.

"Mmm… so good… Johnny, don't stop," Randy breathed as John moved down to his chest, latching on to a nipple. John always loved the reaction he got from Randy when he was working on his nipples. John's hands worked their way up Randy's body, tweaking his other nipple while he lightly sucked on the other.

John looked up at Randy's face and saw his smiling, they locked eyes and John broke off his actions and captured Randy's lips in a quick kiss.

"What are you smiling at?" John asked, his own dimpled grin spreading across his face.

"You just can't resist my abs, can you?" Randy hinted as John's free hand, even now, as they spoke, continued to feel up his six-pack. John shrugged his shoulders and moved his lips back to Randy's chest, this time taking in the opposite nipple. John purposely kept his hand off to the side of Randy's stomach the entire time waiting for Randy's complaint at the lack of touching.

"Mmm, don't stop," he moaned quietly, taking John's hand and putting it back on his stomach.

The simplicity of his fingers touching the area no longer enough, he skated his lips down Randy's sternum and showered the area with long languid licks as he took in ever ripple of muscle. He felt Randy's entire body shiver in excitement as he took his time bathing the area. John looked up to meet Randy's lust filled gaze, smirking with an seductive grin, and then popped the button of Randy's pants and then let his hands travel back up Randy's body as his lips worked further down the muscles, his chin brushing against Randy's straining erection.

He was thrown a little when, as he pulled the pants open, and found Randy in a pair of boxer shorts but realized he could soon remedy the problem. As he gripped the waistband of both pants and boxers, John leant in and took Randy's semi-hard member into his mouth, sucking gently through the fabric.

"Oh god, John," Randy groaned, he arched his hips, needing more, and John took the opportunity to rid him of his clothing.

"Mmm, I love it when you start getting loud, I've missed it," John said focusing on his goal rather than making eye contact with Randy.

"John," Randy moaned again, kicking John out of his thoughts. John immediately went back to work and made his way up Randy's body barely touching him.

"What do you want, Randy?" John asked seductively.

"You," Randy breathed, running his fingers across John's cheek, letting him know he was okay and wanted to move past the last month.

Randy let out another moan as John started grinding against him again.

"You got me, forever," John promised him.

They lay for a couple of minutes just looking into each other's eyes, silently promising each other the world. They knew they weren't one hundred percent healed but they were making their way there.

"Johnny," Randy whispered.

"Yes, Babe," John replied in the same soft voice.

"Are you getting naked?" Randy asked. "Because I'm starting to get cold."

John smirked before letting out a small chuckle.

"You distracted me, Mr. Orton," John said. "And, no, I'm not getting naked this is just for you."

Randy pulled up in front of his old house in St. Louis. Today was the first day of his week with Alanna and for once, the majority of it was to be in St. Louis rather than on the road. He was about to get out of the car when his cell phone started ringing. He smiled when he saw John's picture on the screen.

"How was your flight?" John asked as a greeting.

"Delayed. Yours?"

"On time, of course. People wouldn't want to hold up John Cena," he quipped.

"Apparently it's okay to hold up Randy Orton, though. Are they forgetting I'm the champ; you're just some flunky for Nexus," Randy said with mock seriousness. Before John was able to reply, Randy let out a long sigh. He understood why John was in Tampa, but they were so close to sorting their relationship out he didn't want to miss a minute.

"Babe?"

"I'm sorry; I just wish you were here with me. It makes everything so much easier," he said earnestly. "Are you sure you can't fly out here?"

"I'm sorry, Ran. I have to do this. Liz is back in Tampa, we need to sort things out with the house," John said glumly. "Just enjoy your time with Alanna and I'll see you both in Miami. Maybe we can take her to the zoo there. Didn't you say she's enjoying looking at the animals?"

"Yeah, she'd love that. I'm sorry, Johnny, I don't mean to add pressure. I know it's going to be a long few days for you," Randy said. "If you need to talk at any stage, just ring me okay. No matter what time of day or night."

Randy leant his head against the head restraint and closed his eyes taking in the sound of John's breathing. Even with so many states between them, just hearing him breathe helps to soothe him.

"I should go, I'm at Sam's," Randy said coming out of his thoughts.

"Okay, I'll see you in Miami," John said. "Love you."

"Love you, too. Now get back to work on Wade's boots, you know he'll want you to spit shine them before Monday," Randy said joking as he ended the call, hearing John laugh on the other end. He took a deep breath and then made his way into his old house.

He found Sam upstairs in Alanna's room, changing the quilt covers, after what looked like Alanna had spilt some paint over them. He helped her with the new sheets, making small talk. When Randy had rung to say that his flight was delayed, Sam said it was okay because Randy's mom had been in contact wishing to spend time with Alanna.

When she mentioned it again at the house, Sam easily spotted Randy's hurt feelings and rather than have no compassion for him, which was the usual standpoint since their split, Sam went over to Randy and comforted him. Before he knew it he was spilling his guts about recent events with John and telling her about everything which had happened since they split. Even though he could tell Sam didn't particularly want to hear some of it, she let him get it off his chest. He told her about how he and John hadn't spoken for a few weeks because of his admission of love, about the attack on Emma, his and John's reunion, the trouble they went through with Liz, the baby, the loss of the baby and John's depression.

Randy couldn't remember when it had happened but at some point during the conversation, Sam had scooted closer and he was wrapping her in his arms and he knew this was the feeling he used to get for her when they first got together. As though reading his mind, she looked up into his eyes before leaning in and kissing him.

The kiss was tentative at first but they soon fell back into the passion that once consumed their hearts. Randy wasn't sure why he was letting it happen, he knew he loved John more than anything, and he knew that Sam would always have a place in his heart, but not in a sexual way. He was confused why he was letting this happen and more confused over why he was reacting to it.

Sam scooted away from him and stood up, holding her hand out for him to take. Randy knew he was possessed, that's all he could decide it could be, because he was taking Sam's hand and leading her up to his old bedroom. The room they once shared. A room, he hoped she would never share with another man. This was their room and he was going to reclaim it with his wife.

"DADDY!" Alanna shouted across the room when she walked in next to her grandma.

Randy's face lit up when he saw her and he ran to her to swing her up into his arms, "Missed you."

"Missed you too," she said repeating the words they always used when he picked her up. "Where's Johnny?"

Randy's smile faltered at the reminder of his boyfriend who was down in Tampa. The man he had just cheated on. Randy looked at Sam out of the corner of his eye and didn't even bother looking at his mom. It wasn't her reaction he was worried about.

"Johnny's in Tampa, we'll see when we go to Florida on Sunday, okay?"

"Okay."

"You look very pretty today, sweetie," Randy said taking her over to her toys in the family area, putting her down so she could play.

He could feel his mom's gaze on him and he wanted to go over to her and hug her, knowing there was nothing better than a loving hug from your mom, but as he looked back, she had turned and wandered over to Sam in the kitchen area. He sighed, lowered himself to the floor, and watched Alanna play with her Little People Fairy Cottage. He loved watching his daughter playing with her toys as she was making up stories about what was happening. Then she'd start dragging Randy in so he had to play with the toys as well and he loved her even more.

Randy and Alanna would spend hours spread out on the floor of the family room or in her bedroom as she played with her toys. Whether it was playing with her dolls, the tea set, the beauty box her aunt had bought her or the Disney themed tool set that John had bought her a couple of months back.

She was particularly fond of the tool set because as she soon learnt she could lots of noise with the hammer as well as unscrew many things. John even considered hiding the tool set one night when Randy sent him around after Al to tighten everything back up. They were both surprised to find just how much she was able to loosen things with a toy screwdriver.

"So, are you even going to say 'hello'?" Elaine asked, bringing Randy out of his thoughts.

"You haven't seemed too concerned about speaking to me over the last few months. In fact the only time is when you want to spend time with Al," Randy commented. "Today though it seems you've decided to just cut me out entirely and go straight to Sam. So much for you supporting me."

"Rand-"

"Listen, now you've seen Al I should be getting going. I've got loads of things to do, I haven't been home yet," Randy said, pulling himself up from the floor. "Sweetie, do you want to take any toys with you?"

His little daughter looked up at him and shook her head, but then ran over to the chest of toys and pulled out a couple of dolls to take with her.

"Let me get your jacket, it's a little nippy out there still," he said as he went to where his mom put it when she came in.

"Randy," Sam said discreetly when he got in the kitchen area. "We should talk about what happened."

Randy hung his head, rubbing his eyes. It was one thing after another, he didn't know how much more drama he could handle without slipping back into bad habits.

"Sammy, I'm sorry," he said as quietly as she had spoken. "It was a mistake. I was feeling sorry for myself and you were there. I shouldn't have done it; and now there's a good chance I'm going to lose John as well when he finds out."

"Then don't tell him; but if you want to we can come to an agreement, just see each other when you come home, you still have your time with him. That way we can still have our family," Sam pleaded with him. "Plus, Alann-"

"Don't," Randy said stopping Sam from embarrassing herself any further. "I won't lie to John, I love him. What happened today was a mistake. Yes, I miss what we once had but I just don't feel that way about you anymore and please don't try to use Alanna as a bargaining tool. I want her kept out of this as much as possible."

Randy picked up Alanna's jacket, took it over to her, and put it on her. Since he'd moved into his new home a couple of months ago, he'd started gathering enough belongings for Alanna at the house so he didn't need to pack an overnight bag anymore. It was on days like this he was grateful since it meant he was able to make a speedy getaway when the time came.

He let Alanna say goodbye to her mom and grandma and then left the house. Straight away, Alanna wanted to know where they were going this week and Randy explained they were staying in St Louis most of the week before heading down to Miami to meet Johnny. He just finished fastening her into her booster seat when his mom came out of the house and went to the car to speak to him.

"Randal, when will you let me back in?" she asked, the pain audible in her voice.

Randy turned around, letting his barriers down for the first time since his mom arrived.

"When you can accept who I am. I'm sorry you and dad didn't get the perfect son; god knows I've screwed things up in the past, and sure I probably could have handled things differently when it came to Sammy, made sure she didn't get hurt," he ranted. "But me being gay isn't a screw up. It's me realizing who I am."

"I have accepted it," Elaine stated with no flourish. Randy stood shocked at her words, only just registering them in his brain. He didn't know how to respond so he just stood there some more. "And if you weren't as stubborn as your father and I could've told you a lot earlier."

Randy still stood there, taking in her words. He felt tears slipping from his eyes and then almost launched forward to wrap his arms around his mom, just as he had wanted to do for so many months, but couldn't because of the distance between them. He pulled back and she reached up wiping the few tears away.

"Want to come see the house?" he asked. "You haven't been there yet."

A/N2: Begging time: please please please review. Thanks

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