Randy groaned a little as he rolled over in bed the next morning. He wrapped his arm around John and nestled in behind him. He knew today was going to be difficult and wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and sleep through it.
A week ago he had called his ex-wife in St. Louis to let her know details of his flight so they could arrange his time with Alanna. Although it was tradition every year, since he moved to Florida with John, for Randy to get time with Alanna on her birthday and the week surrounding it, now Sam was married again those traditions were changing.
And although Sam was the one to change the plans, it was left to Randy to explain why Alanna wouldn't be spending time with him on her birthday. Sam and Neil were taking her to California for the week as her present from them. Randy bit his tongue when explaining to his daughter since he thought the real reason was because they hadn't managed to have a honeymoon.
John had tried to persuade him to have her down in Florida the following week however he knew she wouldn't go for the idea. As much as Alanna liked John, he knew she wasn't comfortable with their chosen lifestyle.
"Morning honey," John said as he stretched his body out, rubbing against Randy in the process.
"Do you have to do that every morning?" Randy grizzled, though struggling to hide a smirk.
"I like to know you still want me," John retorted.
"Every damn morning," Randy scolded seductively in John's ear.
John chuckled a little in response and relaxed in his lover's arms. He loved the lazy mornings in bed, Randy always told him it was his play time, where John could do what he liked and Randy couldn't do anything about it.
John knew today was going to be more than a little sad for Randy, since he couldn't spend any quality time with Alanna. And since this was his time to play, John was going to distract Randy from his sadness.
He turned over in Randy's arms, pushing him onto his back. Straddling his thighs, John lay above Randy, resting on his elbows. He leant in the short distance that separated them and captured Randy's lips in a soft kiss.
"Can I be your slut again this morning?" John asked softly in Randy's ear.
Randy growled at the question and John knew the answer. He reached over to the bedside cabinet, opened the top drawer and pulled out the pot of lube.
John poured some lube into his hand and spread it around before taking hold of Randy's thick cock.
"Mmm… that feels so good, darling," Randy moaned as John continued stroking him. "But if you're my slut, you should be sucking me, not stroking me."
John immediately shifted position so he could take Randy's cock in his mouth; he took him all the way in, with Randy's cock hitting the back of his throat.
"Ohh… good boy," Randy groaned bucking his hips up.
Holding Randy there for a couple of seconds John pulled back up and started bobbing up and down on Randy's cock. John started stroking his own cock lightly only to be stopped by Randy's hand.
"Uh-uh, turn around, I want to watch you prepare yourself," Randy ordered.
John pulled off from Randy's cock and turning around so Randy could watch as he reached back with a lubed finger and played with his opening. He didn't push in straight away; he wanted to tease Randy a little. As much as he liked being bossed around by Randy, this was still his play time.
He flicked his hole a couple of times and circled it with the tip of his finger before finally pushing in a little. He groaned at the intrusion, taking a deep breath.
"Easy darling," Randy cooed from behind. "Take your time."
John slowly started pumping his finger in and out, putting on a show for Randy. He started to push back against his finger and soon found it not enough. He pulled out and went straight back in with two.
"Oh yeah… that's it… I could go like this all day," John moaned as he continued fingering his butt.
"Put another one in there," Randy tried to order but John could hear the desperation in his voice.
John looked back over his shoulder, smirking as he saw Randy stroking himself, breathless from the sight in front of him.
"Like this?" John teased as he pulled his two fingers out and slowly added a third, letting his eyes drift shut as another moan fell from his lips.
He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out whilst scissoring himself to stretch his hole wide enough to take Randy's thick cock.
John felt Randy's movement as he positioned himself behind John.
"You are such a slut, Johnny," he breathed. John felt a finger running up his inner thigh, causing a shiver to go throughout his body. "And you've been such a good boy today, doing exactly as I told you."
John was still slowly pumping himself and having Randy's head so close to his entrance was turning him on even more as he felt every breath of air released from his lungs brush across his backside. He started panting, wondering what Randy was going to do to him.
"Would you like a present?" Randy asked.
John couldn't speak as the excitement was building up in his body; he simply closed his eyes and nodded.
"Johnny, I asked you a question; would you like a present?" Randy asked again and John could hear the annoyance in his voice
"Yes," John breathed, barely above a whisper.
"I can't hear you Johnny. If you don't answer my question then I will walk away from now," Randy said as anger rose up in his voice. "Now would you like a present?"
"Yes… yes… yes," John bellowed finally finding his voice.
John knew Randy was smiling at he let go of the little control he had on the situation. He looked back when he hear Randy chuckling.
"To think, I haven't even done anything to you yet," Randy smiled as John felt Randy's fingers edge closer to his entrance.
"Honey… I'm so close, please… I need to feel you," John pleaded.
"How close, darling?" Randy asked softly. "I haven't got to play yet."
"I don't think I can last," John panted.
"Do you want to cum now or do you want to let me play?" Randy asked, stalling John's fingers.
John clamped his eyes shut, trying to control his thoughts. He was so hard it was already starting to get painful, but he loved the way Randy made him feel as he pushed him passed his limits.
"I want… you… to play," John said between pants.
John looked back over his shoulders as he felt Randy pull John's fingers from his entrance and then move away from him. Collapsing on the bed, he watched Randy go over to the dresser and pull out a couple of items, knowing exactly what Randy picked up.
Getting excited again, John pulled himself up onto his knees and moved to the edge of the bed. As Randy got close he pulled him in and captured his lips, enjoying the taste of them.
"I love your kisses," Randy moaned as he broke the kiss briefly before recapturing John's lips.
As they kissed, tasting one another's mouths, Randy ran his hand down John's body, taking in the contours of his abs before moving lower, but avoiding John's member.
"Randy," John begged pulling away from Randy's lips.
"Shhh, relax darling, I'm going to give you all the pleasure you're looking for," he said as he slipped a cock ring over John's dick. "And I'm going to get to play as well."
Randy looked deep into John's eyes to make sure he still wanted this. He knew John was already on the brink and to keep going would be painful, but he also knew John loved being pushed.
When John pulled him into another fierce kiss, Randy moaned acknowledging John's acceptance before pushing John away from him and onto the bed.
"Hands," he ordered.
John eagerly held both hands out and Randy smiled at him, tenderly cupping his face before crashing his lips to John's.
"Aren't you glad I bought these, Johnny?"
John simply nodded in response as Randy cuffed his wrists together. Randy pulled on the chain and moved John so he could hook the chain over the top of the headboard, restricting John's movements. As soon as he was hooked up John started pulling on the cuffs trying to work out how he could move and get free from his predicament.
As he was fighting against the chains, Randy climbed onto the bed and straddled John, enjoying the feeling of his body thrusting about underneath him, John's rock hard dick brushing against his own.
"There's no way you're getting free from those Johnny, you know I learnt my lesson in 2009," Randy said smirking. "But, please, do keep trying; it feels good, you thrashing about under me."
John slowed his motions, relenting to his situation. Knowing Randy was one hundred percent in charge.
"Giving up so soon, darling… hmmm… guess that means I'm not doing it right… I better remedy that," Randy said moving up John's body so he straddled his chest. "Now open up."
John shook his head, knowing what Randy wanted him to do. When Randy pressed the tip of his cock to John's lips John turned his head away so he wasn't able to push in. Randy forced his head back around so his dick rested gently on John's lips, but he still wouldn't open. Randy smirked once more as he reached behind with his free hand and gripped John's hard penis.
As John moaned, Randy pushed his cock in John's mouth, and John automatically started sucking even though he was still thrashing about, trying to get away.
"Good boy, Johnny," he said, stroking the top of John's head as he sucked greedily at Randy's cock. "Oh yeah… suck that dick."
Randy watched with hungry eyes as John continued sucking as he thrust into John's mouth. John grabbed the long chain of his handcuffs, trying to pull himself up so he could get more of Randy into his mouth, but before he could Randy pulled out of him. He scooted off John's body and reached up to unhook John from the headboard.
"On your knees," Randy ordered breathless from the pleasure John had given him. He unlocked one side of the cuffs, pulling John's arms so they were behind him before re-cuffing his lover.
He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, once again taking in the sight of John from behind.
"Get over here and ride me," Randy instructed. "You looked so goddamn sexy last night; I want to see you do it again."
John turned around and made his way up Randy's body so he was hovering above Randy's cock. He lowered himself down on Randy's erect shaft, halting only once when he first entered him. As he grew accustomed to Randy's thick member being inside his body, Randy gently pulled him in and seized his lips, kissing him lightly until John pulled away, the need for air too great.
He rose up tentatively and when there was no sign of pain he slammed back down onto Randy's cock, making the younger man yell in pleasure.
"Fuck, Johnny," Randy cried out as John continued to slam onto his cock. "Let me hear you darling. I know you've got to be feeling this as well."
"I am… shit… I'm feeling it honey," John yelled. "Shit… that's it… fuck, right there… of, fuck… Randy, honey, please... I need to cum."
"Cum for me then," Randy said through gritted teeth as he pulled the cock ring from John's member.
"Ssshhhiiittt," John screamed as he came all over Randy's abs. as the last wave of his orgasm hit, John collapsed into Randy, who caught him in his arms. "Shit."
Randy eased John off his cock and out of the handcuffs. He rolled John onto his back, kissing his wrists, making sure they were okay, and claimed his lips in another searing kiss.
"Honey, you're still hard," John noted as he felt Randy's rock hard dick pressing against his thigh. "Let me finish you off."
"No darling, you're too tired," Randy soothed, kissing John's neck. "I'll tell you what though, since you didn't get your present earlier; how about I give you one now."
"Honey, I'm too tired to go a whole round again," John whined playfully as Randy's choice of words.
"Oh, but you'll like this Johnny," Randy crooned in John's ear. "You are a slut after all."
Randy shifted his position so he was once again straddling John's upper body, staying on his knees as he took hold his hard cock. He started stroking slowly at first but when he caught sight of John licking his lips, he sped up.
The head of his cock close to John's face. Randy smirked as he started stoking harder as he got closer to his completion.
"Fuck… yeah, Johnny… get ready I'm going to cum all over you… fuck… yes… yes… fuuuccckkk," he yelled as his cum shot out into John's mouth. When John closed his mouth a second shot splashed onto his lips and cheek. "Oh god yeah… look at you, you dirty slut."
Randy wiped his fingers through the cum that was on John's cheek and then offered them to John. John eagerly opened his mouth for Randy and then started to suck the cum from his fingers.
"Mmm, I love having a slut for a boyfriend," Randy mused as John licked the cum from his lips.
"Only for you honey," John said as he pulled Randy down into his arms. "No one else, male or female ever got me into that state."
Randy kissed the top of John's head, before running a finger along John's lower lip.
"Evidently," Randy smirked, offering his finger to John, who licked the last remnants of cum from Randy's finger.
"Like you can talk," John chuckled eying up Randy's abs that were still covered in his juices.
Randy chuckled himself as he lazily ran his fingers through the liquid, "Maybe I just like a reminder of how hard you always cum for me."
John sat up and stretched before standing up from the bed. He pulled on Randy's arm who begrudgingly allowed John to pull him from bed and followed him into the bathroom. They both hopped in the twin-head shower, taking it in turns to wash the other, gently kissing one another as they did.
Randy was always thankful to have John in his life but on mornings like this, where he didn't want to face the day, he was all the more thankful. He loved how they could have their sexy fun time and then go straight back to lovingly washing one another in the shower without even the hint of it turning into anything more.
Of course, go back to their first year together and they probably would've gone at it in every room of the house at least once a week; but as with every relationship, that calmed down and one hot loving round was enough. Randy had to admit, he preferred it that way as well. If they'd kept going like that he wondered if they'd still be together.
They finished showering and went down for breakfast on the veranda. As Randy prepared the food, John went about collecting their clothing from the previous night and putting it in the laundry room, ready to be done later in the day.
"I'm doing bacon and eggs, is that okay?" Randy asked as John came back from the laundry room.
"What would you do if I said no?" John shouted as he went back upstairs to straighten the bed.
"Force feed you," Randy retorted.
Randy was dishing up the food as John came back downstairs, his arms full of bed sheets.
"Darling, you only changed them yesterday," Randy joked.
"Somebody messed them up," John commented sarcastically as he dumped the sheets in with their clothing.
"You better watch your aim next time," Randy quipped, chuckling at the glare he received from his lover. "Come on, breakfast is served."
They sat out on the veranda and ate; John suggesting they head to the gym during the day as he needed to check up on business before they went to Hard Nock's Hell to have a work out themselves. Randy agreed, never missing a chance to watch John workout. It would also be a good distraction from not spending time with Alanna.
After eating they continued to sit out on the veranda, moving to the loungers and they discussed Randy's business plans.
Since finishing his active wrestling career four years ago, Randy had taken on various projects with the WWE, from a couple of movies to helping out with some training of rookies on the Tough Enough programme. The short stint on Tough Enough made him realise he'd like to be able to do more of that type of work and he and John were discussing the possibility of Randy opening a wrestling school in the Tampa area.
Their home in Apollo Beach was only half hour away from Tampa and the gyms owned by John, so it made sense to open a training school there as well. They were already talking about giving participants day passes to either Hard Nock's or JC Fitness, John's second gym, which he'd opened after retiring.
As they were talking, Randy heard the phone ringing and went inside to take the call, knowing already who it would be.
"Hey Sweetheart, Happy Birthday," he said trying to sound as cheerful as he could. "How's L.A.?"
Randy walked over to the living area and spread out on the sofa, as Alanna told him about her trip so far.
"Shopping in Beverly Hills? Sounds like Neil's really treating you girls. So what are your plans for today? Are you having a big birthday celebration?" Randy asked as Alanna explained about a meal later tonight. "Sounds fancy."
John came up behind him and squeezed his shoulder for support and Randy tilted his head back to smile at him. John mouthed for Randy to say Happy Birthday from him.
"I know, Sweetheart, I wish I were there as well. I already feel guilty enough I can't see you as often as I would like, and now I can't see you on your sixteenth, did you get the presents we sent over?" Randy asked, hoping at least his daughter would have his gift. "Good. Listen, I'll do a trip up to St. Louis before the summer's over and we can have our own meal with John and your grandparents, how about that?"
"Oh, okay, well, have fun Sweetheart," Randy said a little downhearted that their conversation was already coming to an end. "John says Happy Birthday as well by the way. I will. I love you, too; enjoy your birthday. Bye."
Randy hit the end button and let the phone drop onto the sofa. He hated that he was so far away from his daughter on the day she turned sixteen. Fathers were meant to be there for their daughters. Instead he was on the other side of the country because her mother was having a honeymoon.
"You okay?" John said as he wrapped his arms around Randy's neck from behind. Randy rested his hand on John's big arms and simply nodded. He couldn't look at him otherwise John's worried eyes might make the tears flow.
"Alanna says 'thank you' for the birthday wishes and for the necklace, she loved it," Randy said coughing when his voice came out hoarse.
"I'm glad; I always struggle with what to get her," John said wrapping his arms tighter around Randy. "Want to get out of here?"
"Sure, I just need to get my gym gear sorted," Randy said pulling out of John's embrace.
Walking through the living room to the large entranceway, Randy saw his bag already waiting to go. He looked back to John with a quizzical look.
"And I've put the dishes in the dishwasher and put the laundry on, aren't I clever," John commented at Randy's look.
Randy grabbed the bag and opened it up, smirking as he found his old wrestling trunks and nothing else in his bag.
"Again?" Randy sneered. "John I'm not working out in my wrestling gear."
"But you look so sexy," John pouted trying to get Randy to smile. When he didn't work, he relented "It's fine, I've got your proper gear in my bag. You can check if you like."
Not trusting John's childish behaviour, Randy went over to the bag and yanked it open only to find a second pair of trunks.
"Those were always my favourite pair," John commented as Randy pulled out the black trucks with red design. "Like sin walking."
Randy simply shook his head as he went upstairs to get his proper workout gear. He knew John was trying to get him to smile and he should probably try but he wasn't in the mood for his childish behaviour.
He went over to the dresser in their bedroom and pulled a t-shirt and basketball shorts. Not sure how far John was taking his messing around; Randy also grabbed a pair of sneakers from the wardrobe, just in case. He didn't want to be trying to work out in his socks.
When he got back downstairs he went out and met John at the garage. John was leant up against his Ford Mustang waiting for Randy.
"You know I was only joking, right?" John asked, not wanting to make Randy's day worse.
Randy walked over to John, cupping his face and kissed him gently on the lips, "I know. I'm sorry."
Randy went around to the passenger side and got in as John started his car, taking them out on the road.
Their day passed quietly as John stopped off at JC Fitness to check on how everything was going. John much preferred being at Hard Nock's than JC Fitness, solely because of his lifting, but he wanted to have somewhere more approachable to the general public. They caught up with the manager and had a long chat. John went over the paperwork that needed to be looked at, taking some with him that would require a closer look.
Once they were finished in the office, they stopped off at a local cafe to grab a mid-morning snack before heading over to Hard Nock's Hell. As soon as they arrived John was talking with his best friend Rob about his training regime, so Randy went back to the locker room to change. When he came out, Randy received a wolf-whistle from John, without even looking up he simply showed him the finger and continued to the weights.
They were there most of the afternoon, taking their time with their programmes, enjoying banter with each other as well as the other patrons of the gym. When Randy finished his programme, he went over to John who was on the bench press, taking over spotting from Rob.
"How am I supposed to concentrate with you there?" John chuckled.
"Just be grateful I looked in the bag, otherwise you'd be cumming in your shorts right about now, darling," Randy said without a second thought.
"Could you at least wait until I'm out of earshot," Rob complained as he was walking past.
John and Randy simply laughed as Rob walked away shaking his head.
"Come on, darling, two more and then I'm taking you home," Randy said encouraging John with a knowing look.
John suddenly found the energy to lift the 300lbs. Randy smiled, he loved that John was still able to lift large weights. He knew they weren't what he was lifting ten years ago but the weights were still impressive.
Once the two reps were done, Randy helped him put the weights back on the stand as John caught his breath.
"Okay, I'm all yours," John said, still a little breathless.
"Good, cause we're going home, and you are going in the shower," Randy said walking round and offering his hand to John to pull him up from the bench. "You stink."
"Hey," John complained as Randy turned. He slapped Randy on the ass before he walked back to the locker room to grab his street clothes.
"That's your retort? You used to be wittier than that," Randy smirked.
The drive home was peaceful and Randy was happier than when they'd left that morning. he still wished that he could spend time with his daughter on her day but he couldn't beat himself up about the situation when it wasn't his fault.
When they got to the house, Randy went in ahead of John, who was parking the car, and noticed their answer phone flashing. He hit the play button as he dropped his bag at the bottom of the staircase.
"Dad, it's me, Alanna, can you call when you get this," the young girl's voice said over the speaker.
"Dad, it's me again, where are you? Call me please," a second message played, this time Alanna was sounding a little mad at him. Before he had chance to pick the phone up a third message started to play.
"Dad, I thought you would've called me by now, please," Randy's heart wrenched as he heard the sobbing voice of his daughter on the answerphone.
He grabbed the phone and dialled the number he'd put on the telephone stand in case he needed to ring them while they were away. As the phone rang, John came in and he explained about the messages.
"Yes, I'd like to speak with Alanna Orton… she's my daughter… Al, sweetie, what's the matter?" he asked as soon as he was put through to her room. "I'm sorry, I was out all day; John and I were at the gym."
Randy walked into the living area as he listened to Alanna sob; he couldn't believe his little girl was this upset on her sixteenth birthday.
"Don't be like that, sweetheart. I'm sure they didn't mean to. What about your meal tonight, is that still happening?" Randy asked. "I know but at least you get to celebrate, even if it wasn't what you planned."
Randy sat down in the chair where he stood as Alanna continued to sob into the phone.
"Al, please try and calm down; I hate that you're so upset and I can't be there to cheer you up," Randy pleaded. "I'm not saying you're overreacting sweetheart but I can't do anything where I am, you know that."
Randy raked his hand over his head, frustrated that he couldn't calm his daughter down.
"Hell, no," he suddenly shouted, his eyes lighting up at the suggestion from his daughter. "Of course I wouldn't mind, and John wouldn't either, I'm sure."
John came over as he heard his name mentioned; Randy looked over to him, smiling, "You wouldn't mind if Al came and lived with us, would you?"
"No, of course not," John said, happy his partner was excited again. "We've got plenty of space."
"See," Randy said to his daughter. "Listen, let me ring and speak to your mom, and we'll discuss it again tomorrow. I don't want you rushing into this; it means you'll be moving away from all your friends and family."
Randy continued to smile as he heard his daughter brighten up for the first time since he'd made the call.
"Alright, Al. I love you too. Enjoy your meal, and don't mention this to your mom, let me speak to her later. I love you. Bye."
Randy put the phone down on the coffee table and collapsed further into the chair. John came round from where he stood and draped himself over Randy's lap.
"Happy now?" John asked grinning at Randy's giddiness.
"Extremely," Randy said pulling John into his arms.
They sat like that for over five minutes, Randy already making plans, which room would be Alanna's, which school she would need to be enrolled in. John tried to calm him down without upsetting him; he wanted him to be cautious, just in case Sam wouldn't agree to the move.
"Tell me something, Mr. Cena," Randy said, noticing the tea-towel draped over John's shoulder. "Why are you sporting a towel as a fashion accessory?"
"Oh, shit, dinner," John said, jumping up from his spot on Randy's lap. Randy chuckled at John's behaviour until he realised what John said.
"Wait, you tried to cook?" he asked jumping up and jogging to catch John before he burnt the house down.