A/N: Sorry for the delay again. Life is getting in the way as usual.
Hope you like the chapter, we have a bit of Emma and Phil in this chapter and as promised a return to Centon action.
"Remind me again why you're here," Ted said nonchalantly to Phil as they piled their plates with food at the catering tables.
"What?" Phil asked, taken aback by Ted's curiosity.
"Why are you here?" Ted asked, not looking at Phil as he piled a second plate.
"Jeez, Ted you got enough food?" Phil joked, trying to distract Ted from his question, knowing the extra plate was for Cody.
Ted walked away from the table, shooting Phil a warning look telling him not to mess with him. Phil went back to filling his sandwich and felt a familiar presence walk by behind him. It amused him how he was suddenly aware of her movements without even needing to look.
"What did Ted want?" she asked, filling a glass with juice without turning to face him.
"I think he's starting to wonder why I'm here when I don't need to be," Phil commented.
"He seemed pissed off," Emma remarked about the glare she saw Ted shoot Phil. "Resembled Randy actually."
"That's not good," Phil joked trying to keep things light with Emma. "He didn't say anything, but I think he suspects, and very possibly doesn't approve."
Emma moved to get something to eat as Phil moved to the hot water canteen to make a coffee, risking a glance at Emma. He stopped himself from doing a double take as he realized she was wearing a dress and jacket. It wasn't often the tour manager chose to wear a dress and Phil found it difficult not to keep looking.
"Nice dress. Meet me later," Phil said, hoping to spend some one on one time with Emma.
"Don't even," she warned. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Skybox?" he suggested.
"Let me know which one," she said walking away without as much as a goodbye. He didn't mind. With Ted starting to suspect, they had to make sure they didn't add to his suspicions.
The time they'd spent together over Christmas was fantastic and he wanted to build on the growing relationship. Emma had told him all about her previous relationship and the horrors she went through. With the detail she told him, he wasn't surprised at the protective nature of the four men closest to her. He could easily see the close family unit they had become; he just hoped he could find a way to become a part of that family, at least, if Emma wanted that as well.
He watched Emma resume her seat with the two lads and saw how her eyes lit up at the way Cody was talking animatedly. Part of him wanted to go and sit with her, hold her, while she listened and laughed with the young man but he knew he had to be patient.
He was lost in thought when one of the catering crew came in and replenished some of the food trays and he noticed they put out a bowl of strawberries.
"You've got more of these right?" he asked, picking up the bowl, which was still covered in plastic wrap.
"Um… y-yes s-sir," the young girl said, blushing slightly as she spoke.
"Can you ask Jolene to keep these safe for me, she'll know why," he said winking before leaving the area.
He jogged through the arena to the locker room where he'd dumped his bag. He wasn't sure why he'd even brought his bag with him from the hotel, but since he had, he figured he might as well kill some time before meeting Emma and head to the gym across the street.
The whole time he was there, he couldn't take his mind off Emma, which made him smirk inwardly. It had been a while since he'd been in a relationship and here he was seemingly falling harder than he ever had, for someone he'd been around for four and a half years now. As much as he tried to fathom it, he couldn't and relented, figuring it was because he was spending more time with her in recent months.
After taking a shower in the gym's locker room he was about to leave when the door opened and Cody walked in. He had to admit, even with it being Cody; he gulped, hoping he wasn't going to confront him about Emma.
"Hey Phil," Cody said opening a nearby locker.
"Hey," Phil replied, trying not to seem nervous.
"You okay? You don't seem yourself," Cody commented. Well that worked, nice one Philip, he thought.
"I'm fine," he said plastering a fake smile over his face. "I need to get going though."
He reached the door and was about to open it when he was stopped by a hand on his arm.
"I'm not going to interfere, and I'm not going to glare at you like my fiancé," Cody said remaining serious. "But are you and Emma..?"
"Are me and Emma what?" Phil asked trying to remain vague, hoping Cody took it as he didn't know what he was talking about, even though he didn't feel confident he'd expressed himself that way.
"I just need to know, she's been through a lot," Cody explained. "I don't want someone taking advantage."
"I'm pretty sure Emma wouldn't appreciate you doing this, but to put your mind at ease, nothing is going on with Emma and me," Phil said lying.
Cody looked at him for a moment before nodding and walking back to his locker. Phil went to leave again but couldn't resist turning back.
"So I take it congratulations is in order?" Phil commented.
Cody's face lit up before he held his hand up, wiggling his ring finger, showing off the platinum engagement band.
"He proposed Christmas morning, right after we-" he went to say before cutting himself off. "Never mind."
"Too late," Phil shouted as he left the locker room. He jogged back over to the arena and headed straight to catering. He popped into the preparation room and found Jolene, the head caterer, to pinch the strawberries he'd asked to be saved. Jolene, having guessed it was for a rendezvous with Emma, had also prepared some chocolate mousse to dip the fruit into.
"What would I do without you?" Phil said, placing a friendly kiss on her cheek.
"Be single," the stout older woman said, pushing Phil out of the kitchen. "Go. Go impress the woman. Everyone knows she deserves it. She works too hard."
"Can you arrange for someone to get my bag back to the locker room, I need to get going," Phil requested.
"Fine. Now go," she said pointing to the door.
Phil chuckled as he made his way through the arena and up the stairs to the skyboxes. Thankfully, the corridors in the area were deserted leaving him to find the best room and once he was set up he sent Emma a text message to let her know where to find him. Half a minute later, he received a reply telling him she was on her way. He quickly checked his breath to make sure it was fresh and was grateful when it was okay, since he didn't have any mints or gum with him. He wasn't planning or expecting anything to happen between them today, he simply wanted to spend time with her, but before Christmas, they'd moved from enjoying one another's company to kissing whenever they got the chance.
A couple of minutes later and a knock at the door indicated Emma was waiting and he went to greet her. When he opened the door and laid his eyes on her freely for the first time that day, he couldn't resist the smile that spread across his face. He instantly took her hand and led her into the room, before cupping her face and claiming her lips in a gentle kiss. He felt Emma relax against him and he closed his eyes allowing her touch to wash over him as her hands ran up his arms and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him in, silently requesting more.
He realized quickly in their relationship he wasn't one to deny her anything, and today was no different. He held her steady and dipped his tongue into her mouth and they explored each other as though they haven't seen one another for weeks or months as opposed to the one day they actually spent apart. He pulled back only when he needed to catch his breath, and then ran the pad of his thumb across her kiss-swollen lips.
"Hi," he greeted properly.
"Hey," she said smiling in return.
"I have a present for you," Phil hinted.
"Ooh, a second Christmas present," Emma joked as Phil led them to the sofa which was in the room. When they sat down Emma automatically moved into Phil's arms resting her head back against his shoulder.
"It isn't anything to get excited over," Phil advised then gave her a quirky look. "Well, you might, it's two of your favorite things. Now, close your eyes."
Emma looked at him quizzically before tentatively closing her eyes as Phil reached over to the table in the corner and retrieved one of the strawberries, dipping it in the chocolate mousse. He ran it slowly across her lips and he smiled when he heard her breath catch in her throat.
"Worked it out yet?" he asked as his breath whisked across her ear. "Open up."
Emma once again moved tentatively as she followed Phil's instructions as he placed the strawberry against her lip letting her know she could take a bite. He leant in and kissed the chocolate off her lips before slipping his tongue into her mouth to taste her once more.
"I don't think I realized how sexy that would be," he said short of breath but still moving in for another kiss, thoughts of strawberries already gone from their minds.
"Randy, babe, I haven't got time to be back at the hotel," John shouted as he entered their hotel room. "I need to be at the arena, both of us need to be at th-"
Randy stood in the doorway of the bathroom at the far end of the room, leant against the frame in just his sweatpants. John could hear the shower running and as he took in the sight of his lover stood in the doorway, following the v shape disappear under the material, the prize at the end of the trail clear.
"What can I say," Randy said smirking at John's sudden silence. "I was at the gym working out and couldn't get my mind off my boyfriend."
John stood just inside the hotel room door, rooted to the spot, continuing to take in the sight of the half-naked man in front of him.
"I didn't want to risk breaking anything else on that bus so I came here instead. Want to join me in the shower?"
John snapped out of his thoughts, storming across the room he grabbed Randy around the waist, lifted him from the floor and carried him into the shower.
"We really don't have time for this," John grumbled as he kicked the door closed behind them while trying to get Randy's pants down as Randy worked on John's top.
Ridding Randy of his pants and enjoying the fact his boyfriend was once again back to going commando, John helped with the removal of his top and latched on to Randy's lips, kissing him frantically. His love of the business meant he was too self-conscious about turning up late and Randy's successful distraction aside, he was still planning to get to the arena with plenty of time to spare.
"Mmm, didn't take a lot to get you hard," Randy mused as he gripped John's cock.
John kicked out his shoes and the jean shorts, which were now pooled around his ankles before pushing Randy back toward the shower. He shoved him tongue into Randy's mouth, tasting the hot cavern, as their tongues dueled. The feel of Randy's hands gripping the back of his head, scratching the skin, helped fuel the fire inside John, as he pushed Randy against the wall of the shower and slid the door closed.
Needing air to let air into his lungs, John pulled back from the kiss, resting against Randy's forehead. Not done with the kissing, Randy was pulling him back in trying to take control of the kiss. Knowing Randy would slow down the proceedings; John grabbed hold of Randy's hands, pulling them away from his head.
Both men chuckled without breaking the kiss as they fought in a test of strength trying to gain control. John won out and forcefully slammed Randy's arms against the wall, breaking the kiss at the same time.
"We have to get to the arena and we're running out of time; I'm in charge," he barked.
"Mmm, yes, sir," Randy said looking at John lustfully.
John groaned at Randy's teasing nature, making a silent promise to himself to take control of Randy after the show. He didn't care where it happened, the hotel bed, Randy's bus; the handcuffs were coming out tonight.
"Where's the lube?" John asked with the hitch to his voice. John heard it and he knew from Randy's eyes he'd heard it as well.
"Didn't bring any," Randy said, leaning in and nipping at John's neck and shoulders.
"Damn it Randy what am I supposed to use?"
"I can think of one thing," Randy said raising an eyebrow at John. "But since you're so desperate to get this over with quickly, there's body wash right behind you."
"Turn around," John ordered, turning round and grabbing the body wash from the stand. He poured some into his hand and took hold of his cock, lathering it up so he would slide into Randy easier.
"Fuck," he moaned when he turned back to Randy and saw him leant forward with his ass on show to John. He moved in close, lining himself up with Randy's entrance. "Do you want me to prep you?"
Randy could only moan in reply as he felt John's cock teasing his entrance.
With Randy's wanton moans, John's breath left him as he gripped Randy's hips and pushed in. Further moans slipped passed Randy's lips and John relaxed knowing Randy was okay, suddenly the overwhelming need to slow down and take his time with Randy washed over him and he held still inside Randy.
"Johnny, you wanted this to be done quickly… and I was counting on it," Randy admitted. "Please… fuck me."
"I'll do anything for you," John said pulling out slowly, running a hand across Randy's back.
"Then do it," Randy growled.
"I love it when you growl," John said as his hand went back to Randy's hip, gripping it tight before plunging into him.
"Fuck… John," Randy growled again, pleasing John. "Faster… harder."
"Mmm… here I thought you would want the slow stuff," John moaned thrusting into Randy hard and slow.
"You were mistaken," Randy said pushing back onto John's thrusts.
"So you want it like this?" John asked suddenly slamming harder into Randy, quickly withdrawing his cock to snap them straight back in.
He continued to pull out and snapped his hips forward, thrusting his cock deep into Randy, hitting his spot, which always caused Randy to get louder. He was thrusting harder and faster into Randy with every stroke making him louder and louder. Randy's constant yelling was pushing John further to the edge and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Fuck… Randy… Oh god, yes… fuck… you feel so good," John roared, as he smashed his hands onto the wall in front of his lover and he leant over him slamming into Randy.
The sight of Randy holding onto the shower rail with one hand and gripping John's forearm in desperate need of release, caused John to groan deeply as he felt his own release brimming.
"Johnny… fuck… you're fucking me and you still sound like a slut," he said letting the grip he had on the shower rail drop down to grip his neglected cock. "Keep me steady, Johnny."
John straightened again bringing Randy upright and moved them so they rested against the back wall. John continued to thrust his hips into Randy as his hand slid down his torso and knocked his hand from the grip on his cock, replacing it with his own.
"Shit… Johnny, that's it… fuck… yes… oh god yes… keep going," Randy shouted, pressing back every time John thrust into him.
"Are you cumming for me, Randy?" John breathed into Randy's ear sending him over the edge.
"Fuucckk… yes… yes… fuuccckkk," Randy screamed as his load shot out over John's hand and across the shower stall.
Seeing Randy cum so hard and loud, and falling limp in his arms pushed John over.
"Fuck… Randy," he grunted shooting his own cum into Randy. His own body relaxing after an unexpected midday round of sex.
"Johnny, you wear me out," he said panting, pulling himself off John.
"I was just giving you want you wanted," John quipped, trying to catch his breath.
Randy slid open the shower door and stepped out grabbing some towels as John turned off the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and handed John his as he exited the shower stall. He saw John check the time and chuckled, wrapping his arms around John's shoulders from behind.
"Want to get to the arena now?" Randy asked sincerely.
"Do you mind?" John asked, looking back at Randy. Randy smirked and kissed the side of John's head.
"Why would I? You just gave me exactly what I needed," Randy said softly. "It's the least I can do, to say thank you."
The pair dressed and quickly exited the hotel room heading for the elevator when John's phone rang. He groaned when he saw it was Emma calling.
"Hi Em, how's Rochester?" John asked as he answered the phone. "I'm on my way now. Stuck in traffic… maybe… hang on."
John handed the phone to Randy with a pissed off look.
"She wants to speak to you," he bit.
"Miss Blanchard," Randy greeted before chuckling. "I did… it was worth it… I'll make it up to him don't worry… see you in Washington."
Randy ended the call and handed the phone back to John as the elevator doors opened and they stepped on. He could still feel John's devil eyes on him and he couldn't help chuckling again. He pulled John into his arms and held him there.
"You are the best boyfriend ever. I promise, I will make this up to you tonight," he said still smiling.
"Damn right you are," John said turning in Randy's arms so he was leant back against him. He was at least going to relish under Randy's touch until they hit the lobby, because he was unlikely to see him again until the show. Since the Nexus storyline was over he and Randy were back to separate storylines again and he only wished he could have another reason to work with Randy.
"Em, wait up," Phil called as he ran to catch up with her in the corridor by her office. He checked the length of the corridor to ensure no one was nearby. "You forgot something earlier."
"What?" she asked puzzled, mentally going over everything that took place earlier in the day.
"This," he said before cupping her face and kissing her, mimicking the kiss he'd first greeted her with on their date earlier that day. Emma smiled into the kiss before letting him take it further.
"What are you doing for New Years?" she asked breaking the kiss.
"I haven't thought about it," Phil admitted.
"Why don't you come to Tampa? The boys are coming and I thought it would be a good chance to let them know about us," she said a little shyly.
"Are you sure?" he asked earnestly. He didn't want to push her into anything to soon.
"I'm sure. Though I'm warning you, Cody's already talking about getting the wedding preparations under way."
A/N: Only two chapters to go :(
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