A/N: Okay so this is a real short chapter but there's a lot of emotion in the second part. Thanks for the reviews on Chapter 34. I even managed to find the time to reply to the reviews, LOL.

Let me know what you think about this one and if there's anything you want to see happen. I'll try to work it into the remaining story if it fits.

I'm trying to work a happy ending in for Emma, I think she's been through a lot and it would be nice to think she could find someone who will look after her; I was thinking a wrestler or someone on the tour. Who d'you think it should be..? PM me and let me know.

"Fuck… Johnny… right there… oh god that's it… yeeesss," Randy near screamed writhing under John's body as he ploughed into him again and again, each time hitting the sweet spot inside his body.

"Sounds like… you want more… the way… the way you're screaming for it," John said holding back his own groan in between his deep breathing.

"Johnny… I can't… can't take much more… please," he begged as he pulled against the restraints that held him to the bed.

"I love it when you beg… you make me feel like a god," John moaned, his lips less than an inch from Randy's ear. He thrust in harder and harder pushing his lover to the brink before slowing down causing Randy to moan in annoyance.

"Stop doing that you asshole," Randy barked, annoyed that John had pushed him to the brink three times now and then pulling back.

"I'm having fun," John said as he sat up between Randy's legs, his cock still inside his boyfriend. He was idly trailing his fingers across Randy's abs before running his hands up Randy's body, feeling every taut muscle of his chest and arms. "Not to mention I want to make you cum harder than you ever have before."

"You say that every time," Randy said as his breath came back to him.

"And every time," he said leaning in close again as he pushed back in as far he could go. "I do."

John slid in and out of Randy as slow as his body would allow him considering he was as heated as Randy. He knew there was no way he could stop a fourth time, he himself was painfully hard and by the looks of Randy's cock, which was continually dripping precum, he was lucky if he could make it last more than five strokes.

"Mmm… Johnny… like that," Randy moaned as John pressed his body against him, trapping his neglected cock between them. Loving the intimacy of the moment, Randy wrapped his legs around John's body as he rocked them closer to completion. "I'm almost there Johnny, harder."

At Randy's request, John pushed in harder but keeping his speed the same. They'd been in bed god knows how many times by now, but none of their previous encounters seemed as intense and at the same time tender as this occasion. John could feel the inevitable end building in his stomach. Keeping his balance with one hand on the bed, he cupped Randy's cheek and brought their lips together as they both moaned into one another. With their lips still attached to one another, they captured each other's moans as John released inside of Randy. Randy followed suit shortly after and both men moaned again as they felt his seed shoot out in between their bodies.

Both men lay tangled in the sheets as their breathing returned to normal. John pulled slowly out of Randy but kept his body pressed against him, wrapping his arms around the taller man as he rested his head against Randy's shoulder.

"Johnny," Randy said kissing the top of John's head.

"Mmm," he purred at Randy's sweet kiss.

"You're forgetting something."

John frowned slightly at Randy's comment. Both men were completely sated and John knew he could lay there all night pressed against his partner.

"What?" he asked still frowning but not looking up at Randy.

"Handcuffs," Randy said stern but with a joking tone to his voice.

"Oh shit. Babe, I'm sorry," John said scrambling off of Randy slightly to reach for the key which sat on the bedside cabinet.

Reaching across the bed to wrap his arm around Randy, John murmured still half asleep when he realized the warm, tanned body was missing from their bed. He rubbed his face to wake himself up as he listened into the darkness to see if he could hear Randy in the bathroom. He reached over, put the bedside light on and noticed at the same time it was three in the morning.

He clambered out of bed and looked round for his pants before remembering he shed them long before hitting the bedroom. He decided to borrow Randy's dressing gown, smirking as he found not only Randy's, but also the one Randy gave him as a joke birthday present. He couldn't even remember when he had brought it to the house.

After slipping on his robe, John also took Randy's with him as he went to hunt for him. It was a cold night in St Louis, and he wanted to make sure Randy didn't catch a cold and be ill when he couldn't be here to take care of him.

He made his way down to Randy's entertainment room, where he found him lying on the sofa with the TV on mute.

"Babe?" John asked when he noticed the tears gathering in Randy's eyes. He made his way across the room and perched on the edge of the seat. "Babe, what is it?"

Randy immediately pulled himself up, wiping the tears away; in the vain attempt, John hadn't spotted his state. John knew better than to let him bottle things up and wrapping the robe around Randy's shoulders, John beseeched him to put it on.

"Babe, will you tell me what's wrong. I'm worried it's not like you," John said his caring nature showing through.

"I can't tell you, I don't want to," he stated unable to look at John. "If I do you're going to leave me, and I can't lose you. Not now, with everything we've been through."

Randy could feel John tense slightly beside him and knew he was losing John for good as soon as he said the words. Maybe Sam was right, he didn't need to tell him. She was willing to keep it a secret as long as she could have her family. John would understand that, he'd been there with Liz. It hadn't worked out, but John had tried so hard to make it work, would he be willing to give Randy the same chance.

Randy shook his head in his hands and stood up, creating some distance between he and John. He couldn't lie to him. He wouldn't. More to the point, he wouldn't risk his relationship with John or Alanna because he was coward. Sam was just trying to hold on to what she knew, and it was too late. He knew he had no excuse for happened between he and Sam, he just wanted some control back over his life. Sleeping with her didn't help anything it just made it worse.

"Randy's what's happened? Everything was fine when we went to bed," John said, scared over what Randy was going to say.

"Last week when I arrived to pick Alanna up; she was out with my mom; I was feeling sorry for myself because mom was cutting me out even more, going straight to Sam," he rambled as the tears started falling. "Sam listened as I told her about everything that's been happening the last few months, with Em, us, Liz and the baby."

John flinched a bit at the mention of the baby and Randy knew he was making things worse. He was going to send John down into the depression he'd clawed himself out from when John had overheard how he was feeling.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" John asked shaken, knowing what was coming.

"Because you need to know, I don't want to lie to you," Randy cried.

"I think I already know what's happened, and you telling me is only to make you feel better," John snapped getting up from the sofa and storming toward the doorway.

"Johnny, please," Randy whimpered, following John through the hallway as he made his way back to the bedroom.

"Why now, huh?" John barked, turning on the steps of the stairs to look down at Randy, the anger evident in his eyes. "Why wait until now? Did you want one last roll in the hay? Or maybe you wanted to punish me, for treating you the way I did."

John turned around and resumed his path to the bedroom. Randy was hot on his heels trying to get John to stop and talk to him.

"It wasn't like that… I just… I needed some kind of control back in my life," Randy tried to explain his mindset at the time.

"Don't talk bollocks, Randy," John said as he grabbed his clothes which had migrated into Randy's chest of drawers over the weeks and stuffed them into his travel case. His anger was brimming up inside from everything that happened. He grabbed one of his shoes from his bag and threw it at Randy as hard as possible. "Why?"

Randy managed to dodge the shoe, which flew across the room at him. He deserved John's anger and would take anything John gave him.

"Because she was there," Randy muttered.

"I was there for you the night before; I gave you everything and didn't take anything for myself. I spoke to you just before you went in that house. You knew I had to go to Tampa. Liz and I had to sort the house out. I know I couldn't be here with you in person, but I rang every day to see how you were," he ranted pulling his clothes on. "Why didn't you tell me before? Or did you really just want one last time?"

"I… I couldn't find the way to tell you… but I knew I couldn't hold off any longer… I knew there was a chance you were going to leave… but I had to take the chance; please Johnny," he begged trying to stop John as he went to go past him with his bags in hand. He gripped John's head in his hands, resting his forehead against John's as the tears streamed down his face. "Don't leave me; give me one more chance, give us one more chance. We've come so far together, don't leave me now."

John just pushed by Randy and left in the bedroom as he made his way to the front door. Randy came back to his senses and rushed to stop John. He caught him just as he was opening the front door and he slammed it shut. He trapped John with one hand against the door and turned him around to look at him, as John had done on so many occasions over the last year.

"Please, just one more chance," he pleaded, his throat hoarse from his crying.

"We've had too many chances Randy; we don't work. Not as a couple," John said, his own tears threatening to fall. "I should never have kissed you. It's ruined both our lives. Maybe in time-"

"I can't just be friends," Randy said his head resting against John's once more. "We tried that, Johnny. It didn't work; remember. We still ended up coming back to one another. I can't, Johnny, not just friends. I need you with me, through the good and the bad."

"The bad outweighs the good, Randy, by too much; and no matter how much people may love each other it doesn't mean they work as a couple. I'm sorry, but I can't keep going anymore," he said pulling out from Randy's hold and opening the door. "And if you can't be friends, then I guess this is goodbye."