Thanks to everyone for the response on this story so far… just a short chapter this time… thanks again.
A couple of days passed since he spoke with Alanna on the phone, and Randy was still buzzing. He'd talked Sam into letting Alanna move down to Florida to live with John and him. At first Sam had been resistant, considering Alanna had asked out of the blue, but after speaking with Alanna, Sam rang Randy and agreed.
Once Alanna was back in St Louis, she'd pack up everything she needed to bring with her and she'd hop on another plane and fly down to Tampa where Randy would meet her at the airport.
As soon as Randy finished his phone call with Sam he called the airline and booked a one-way ticket for his daughter. Once everything was set he grabbed John and kissed him, sharing his happiness.
John was happy for Randy and loved seeing him so animated, it was the first time he'd seen it since he'd found out Sam was taking Alanna to L.A. and he wouldn't be able to see her.
Regardless of how happy he was for Randy, John was a little anxious that Alanna was moving in with them. He would never deny Randy the chance, and he himself loved Alanna like she was his own daughter but there was always a barrier between the two which he never seemed to be able to break through.
As much as Randy tried to shield him from it, John knew Alanna was comfortable with their chosen lifestyle, especially considering they were publicly known. Although Alanna grew up knowing her father was gay, it didn't stop the kids at school, starting at her and both Randy and John seriously considered calling it quits to save her from the torment.
They'd even taken a break from their relationship for a couple of months in early 2013, but when they couldn't keep away from each other, they knew they would just have to support Alanna as best they could. John often wondered if Alanna resented him in a small way because of the situation. He himself had often blamed himself for the break-up of Randy's marriage only for Randy to deny it, and explain he and Sam had drifted apart over the previous year as he was learning more about himself.
John was sat in their office, going over the plans from JC Fitness, looking at how he could expand and include a swimming pool in the property. He was negotiating with the owner of the building to rent the first floor of the building as well as the ground level so he could move the cardio machines up a level and have the pool downstairs with the reception point and changing rooms.
"Johnny, where are you?" Randy called from the staircase.
"In the office, honey," John shouted back.
Randy came in and pulled a chair up to the side of the desk so he could sit and talk with John as he worked.
"Still working out if you can afford the pool?" Randy asked.
"I know I can afford the pool, it's whether the owner will let me have the space," John confirmed. "I was just thinking about other possibilities if he won't."
"Like what?" Randy asked.
"Moving the gym," John said shrugging. "Maybe just opening a separate business."
Randy nodded, liking the second idea more than the first. He knew John could potentially lose business if he moved the JC's and he wouldn't want that for his lover.
"Means hiring more people though," Randy reminded him.
"I know, but I'd still need to hire more people at JC's, proper lifeguards and swimming instructors for the youngsters. I'm just thinking it would probably be easier in the long run."
"You think it's financially sound? I take it, it would be in Tampa as well, it would be a challenge considering there are beaches and other swimming pools around already," Randy said hinting at the considerations John was no doubt already thinking about.
"I know, it's just one possibility, I'm still holding out on getting the space at the gym before I even contemplate it anymore," John said rubbing the back of his neck and sighing as he took it all in.
Randy moved his chair so it was behind John's and took his shoulders in his hands, massaging the tight knots from John's body. John's head lolled forward, enjoying the feeling of Randy's hands at work and moaned lightly. Randy smirked at the ease of getting John to relax.
"Want to hear what I was thinking?" Randy said as John's eyes shut, savouring Randy's touch.
"Not if it has anything to do with a gym, or swimming pool, or anything business related," John muttered.
"Nope," Randy chuckled. "It's about my favourite topic at the moment."
John's grin spread across his face as Randy's voice went slightly high pitched through his giddiness.
"What did you think of now?" John asked laughing at his boyfriend's obsessive nature.
"We need to decorate her room," Randy said. "It's pink; she hasn't been in to pink since she was six. She'll hate it if she comes here and sees it like that."
"She won't hate it," John chuckled. "She's choosing to come down here, not being forced. She'll just be glad to be with her dad."
Randy shook his head, even though John couldn't see. He just wanted everything to be perfect and that included the room she was going to be staying in.
"I was thinking we could head to the D-I-Y store and get some supplies. I don't know whether to paint, paper, or both," Randy said starting to witter. "I know she likes yellows, greens, and blues; do you think I should call her and see which she would prefer?"
"Honey-"
"I think I will actually," Randy said jumping up from his seat and heading out into the hallway to grab the phone.
John chuckled to himself once more, shaking his head at Randy's childlike behaviour. He tried to go back to his plans, checking all his figures to see which would be the best option, but ended up putting the paperwork away planning on coming back to it later. There was something about Alanna moving in which was unsettling him; he didn't want to say anything to Randy but he couldn't shake the feeling. But each and every time he tried, just for Randy, there was no doubting their feelings for one another, and John wasn't going to do anything to throw a spanner in the works.
He left the office and went on the hunt for Randy, following the sound of his voice until he found him sat out on the steps leading down to their pool in the backyard. John took a seat on the step and led back so his head was resting on Randy's lap. He smiled up at Randy lacing his fingers with Randy's when Randy automatically rested his hand on John's chest.
John closed his eyes, soaking in the sun as he listened to Randy talking with his daughter, about everything she was doing in L.A. and then what they could do together when she came down to Florida. If there was one thing he loved more than anything else about Randy, it was the love and commitment he showed to his loved ones. John knew one day he was going to ask Randy to marry him, but before he could do that, he was going to have to win over Alanna, and close the distance that stood between them. Maybe now she was coming to Florida, it was his chance.
"Okay, bye, sweetheart; give me a call when you're about to get on the plane. I love you too," Randy said wrapping up the phone call.
"So are we going with green, yellow or blue?" John asked without opening his eyes.
"She liked the idea of both yellow and green, but she wants pale shades," Randy said tapping John's shoulders telling him to get up. "Come on, time to go shopping. I was thinking we could go shopping for some others bits and pieces as well."
"Like what?" John asked pulling Randy up from the step.
"A housewarming gift for her; she mentioned a couple of months ago she doesn't have a laptop. She's about to start high school, maybe this is the time to get her one, especially at a new school as well."
"Sounds like a plan," John said grabbing the keys to his Dodge Viper Pickup.
"I also think we need to get some food in, I noticed when I was cooking breakfast we're getting low on some of the essentials," Randy mentioned.
"That's an idea, we need to stock up for the barbeque, you know how much Cody eats these days," John said reminding Randy that their friends were coming by in a few days.
As they reached the garage, Randy pushed John up against his truck and trapped him so he couldn't get away.
"You sure you're okay with Al coming here?" Randy asked. "I know I've been going on about it for the last couple of days.
John let his hands go straight to Randy's hips, before travelling up underneath the loose shirt, resting on Randy's lower back, running over the tanned skin.
"Randy, you have lost so much time with your daughter, for me," John said giving Randy a peck on the lips. "Of course, I'm okay with Al coming here. It'll give us both a chance to spend some time with her."
Randy leant in and claimed John's lips softly.
"Thank you," he said before claiming John's lips once more. He moaned when John let his hands travel further up his back, gripping his shirt as they moved up.
Randy pressed his body against John, pushing him further against the car, causing John to moan in return. He took the moment to let his tongue slip into John's mouth, searching over the hot cavern. He held John's head as he continued to explore John's mouth. When he started to get short of breath, he moved his lips to John's jawline and followed it along taking John's earlobe into his mouth, biting down gently.
"Jesus, Honey, what's got in to you?" John asked his breath gone from his lungs.
"Mmm, it's more about, what I want to get into you," Randy clarified with a seductive tone as his lips travelled down John's neck, gripping at the edge of John's shirt, pushing it up as he let his fingers rake over John's sides.
"Fuck," John groaned as Randy ground his hips against John. "Honey, we've got to stop."
Randy didn't listen and continued to attack John's neck, sucking and biting, causing John to moan again as he marked his neck where everyone could see.
"Why? I'm enjoying you," Randy said finally letting go of John's neck only to push his top further up and pull it off. "And you're enjoying it as well, you didn't even fight me."
Randy threw John's top in the back of the pickup and took a step back to admire John's body.
"If we don't leave now, we won't make it to the D-I-Y store, it closes in an hour, and you still need to choose the actual colours," John said catching his breath as Randy started pouting.
"Fine, but your ass is mine tonight," Randy said reaching over for John's top throwing it at him as he made his way round to the driver's side.
"Isn't it always," John commented as they climbed into the truck.
As they pulled out, John caught sight of something in the side mirror and slammed on the brakes.
"Did you have to mark me?" John asked, exasperated and amused at Randy's actions.
"I was enjoying the taste of you," Randy said as his head rested against the seat, his eyes glazing over as he remembered the taste. "There's only one thing better."
"You are a bad man, Orton."
"You wouldn't have me any other way, darling."