"I told you to take the interstate once we hit Tampa, now look we're stuck in traffic," Randy complained as they headed to the airport to pick up Alanna.
"Honey, calm down," John said reaching over, running his hand along Randy's thigh to soothe him. "We left with over an hour to spare, plus Al said the flight was delayed anyway so we'll get there with plenty of time to spare."
Randy only grunted in return and John focused back on the road. Today was the day, Alanna was moving in with him and Randy. John had to admit, he was nervous. He wanted Randy happy, and this was making him ecstatic, he just hoped he and Alanna weren't too strained.
Over his years with Randy, he'd spent lots of time with her, but there was always a distance between them. Randy never referred to it and John half hoped he wasn't aware of the situation; though he knew he was silly to think that really. Randy had a sixth sense when it came to picking up on the thoughts of those closest to him. And there was nobody he was closer to than John and Alanna.
They travelled for another ten minutes before pulling into the short-term car park and John chuckled, as he had to jog to keep up with Randy as he went to the arrivals lounge. Randy checked the screen to check the time of Alanna's flight and then checked his watch. His shoulders sunk a little when he realised John was right in the car, they were going to be waiting nearly an hour until her flight landed.
John led him to the seating and pushed him down into a seat.
"I'm going to get us a drink, what do you want?"
"Anything," Randy said with a nonchalant attitude.
John smirked to himself and wandered off to the nearest café to purchase their drinks. He picked up a couple of snacks as well, figuring the would probably get hungry while they waited and Alanna may be peckish when she got in and with just under an hour's drive to get home, she may want something before then.
He returned to where Randy sat who had slumped a little in his seat and pulled his hat down a little lower; even after years of being away from the camera's both of them still got spotted when they were out and about. John always joked it was because of Randy's tattoos, since most fans recognised them immediately, since they were so distinctive.
John sat down close to Randy, who instinctively moved even closer, and he handed him one of the drinks. Randy took the lid off and immediately turned to John, grimacing at him.
"Seriously, you got me hot cocoa with whipped cream?" Randy asked with an almost sarcastic tone.
"You said anything," John replied shrugging his shoulders.
"I hate whipped cream," Randy commented.
"Well you know that's a bare-faced lie," John smirked, remembering good times. "I can remember at least five times in the last six months when yo-"
John stopped his comments when an older woman who was sat next to Randy, stood up from her seat, muttering about inappropriate behaviour and improper relations.
"I think you upset her," Randy said, finally letting a smile grace his face.
John grabbed the cup from Randy and switched it with the one he was nursing. Randy the lid off and looked inside to see a standard black coffee. He smiled again, this time at his boyfriend's way of trying to cheer him up. Not that he was feeling upset, just bored at having to wait for Alanna's flight to arrive.
"I was only going to say, when you've insisted on having it on top of your Jell-O," John grinned. "I can't help it the old woman likes it kinky and her mind wanders there automatically."
Randy leant his head against John's shoulder as they sat waiting, with still over forty minutes to go. Randy started bouncing his leg up and down, getting anxious and John simply reached down, placing his hand on the leg to stop him. Randy looked up at John who smiled sympathetically, trying to calm him.
"Do you think we should have decorated her en suite?" Randy suddenly asked.
"Are you kidding me? How would we have done that in a week?" John asked incredulously at Randy's suggestion. "Not to mention, the room hasn't even been used since the last time she was here, nearly a year ago."
"Oh, god, you're right… we should have had the plumbing checked. What if the pipes are shot?" Randy asked, panicking again.
"The pipes are fine, if there was going to be a problem, it would be in our bathroom or the kitchen," John said trying to calm Randy once again.
Randy nodded and sipped on his coffee some more.
"I know what'll calm you," John said reaching into the bag of food he picked up at the café. He pulled out a candy bar and passed it to Randy. "Always does the trick."
Randy went to take the candy bar from John but the older man pulled it away, pouting slightly.
"What do you say?" John teased.
Randy tipped his head back again and said thank you with a wicked smile on his face and John gave him the candy bar. Randy reached up pulled John in for a quick kiss, forgetting that neither of them could keep it to a simple kiss. John pulled Randy's hat up so it was out of his way, as he slipped his tongue into Randy's mouth, enjoying the control Randy allowed him at that moment in time.
Randy couldn't help but overhear a conversation from the opposite row of seats, as he enjoyed John tasting his mouth.
"Mom is that John Cena there?" a young boy asked quietly.
"Where?
"There, with that man… oh my god, that's Randy Orton," the boy exclaimed, Randy was thankful he was still being quiet.
"So much for being role models," the mother scoffed. Randy heard her words but registered a different thought in her tone of voice. It sounded as though she was more jealous of their relationship. People often told him since his relationship with John started, that they were good role models, not conforming to what was expected and standing up for their rights, and showing how proud they were of their relationship.
When John pulled away for air, Randy registered the lust in John's eyes and wished he could help him out with it. He quickly checked his watch but realised they wouldn't have time to sneak anywhere before Al's flight touched down.
"What you thinking?" John asked.
"Mmm, that I wish we had time to sneak off somewhere but we don't," Randy said, his own desire, calming a little at realising the situation.
"I think I can handle it," John said, smirking.
"Did you get a napkin with this lot?" Randy asked, changing tact.
"Yeah, why?" John asked.
"Give me a pen," Randy said trying to hurry up John's movements as he dug through the bag to locate a napkin .
"How do you know I have one?"
"You always have one," Randy commented with an amused face.
He took the pen from John and separated slightly so he could lean against the plastic seat. He signed the napkin, passing the pen for John to do the same. When he was done, Randy took the napkin back and scribbled a note before folded it in half. John looked up at the screen and noticed Alanna's flight change to landing. He tugged on Randy's arm pointing to the screen and Randy's smile beamed brighter than he'd seen it since it was agreed Alanna was coming to live with them.
They stood from their seats and headed to the doors where Alanna would come through after claiming her luggage. On their way past Randy stopped to hand the napkin to the young boy.
"Here you go kid," he said handing him the napkin without stopping.
He looked back over his shoulder and watched the kid's reaction. When the young boy looked up, he winked and nodded before focusing on his daughter's arrival.
"What did you write?"
"That's for being discreet," Randy said shrugging his shoulders. "He could've caused a scene; I didn't want that, especially since we decided to make out as well."
Randy was hopping from one foot to another as they waited what seemed like an eternity for Alanna to arrive. John looped his arm around Randy's waist and pulled him close, starting to feel excited as well as a little anxious. It was at that moment, that both he and Randy spotted her and Randy finally stopped moving. It was as if he was stuck to the ground. As soon she was through the doors, Randy went over to her and pulled her into a loving hug, kissing the top of her head.
John looked on, smiling happily; as he saw the tears glisten in Randy's eyes. He was finally able to hold his daughter close and for once, he wasn't going to have to say goodbye. They pulled back from each other but Randy kept an arm around her shoulder as he took her suitcase and towed it in line behind him. They walked over to where John stood and they too embraced, although not as tightly as father and daughter had.
"I'm glad you're here, Al," John said smiling, pulling back from her. "You have no idea how hard your ol' man has been to live with this last week."
Alanna chuckled at John's joke and Randy swatted John around the back of the head.
"Just for that, you're carrying the luggage," Randy said leading Alanna toward the exit.
John breathed a sigh of relief as the awkward moment of Alanna's arrival passed without any of his fears coming true. He just hoped it stayed that way. They all jumped into the car and Randy was constantly talking at Alanna about everything he planned on doing with her. He said he'd take her shopping at some point over the next couple of days so she could pick up some more weather appropriate clothing. Missouri was lot cooler than Florida, so she would probably need to stock up.
"Honey," John said interrupting Randy's jabbering. "Al's looking a little tired from the flight; try to contain your giddiness until she's had some sleep."
"Thank you," Alanna said chuckling at the save from John.
"Sorry, sweetheart," Randy said sheepishly. He turned back to watch the road and realised which route John was taking to get home. "Now you're taking the interstate?"
"We were waiting for nearly an hour, Randy, we were there on time," John said rolling his eyes.
Randy looked back once more at Al to say something but saw her eyes shut as her head rested against the seat.
Fifty minutes later and John was pulling into the driveway of their home. He stopped outside the garage so Randy could get out and wake Alanna who was still sleeping the back seat. When she wouldn't rouse, Randy undid her seatbelt and scooped her up into his arms.
"Would you mind bringing her bags in?" he asked John quietly.
"Of course not," John replied as Randy shut the door and he started to pull into the garage. He parked the car and retrieved Alanna's bags from the trunk, carrying them inside and up the stairs. He moved quietly into her room as Randy covered her with the bed sheets.
They left her sleeping and went downstairs, setting about to complete the household chores they usually did when they first got up. They discussed dinner plans as they went about their business. They were originally thinking about taking Alanna out for a meal on her first night there but seeing how tired she was, they thought it was better to stay in and they could go out for a meal later in the week.
Once they finished with the house, Randy led John into the family room and pulled him down onto the sofa so they could watch a movie together while they waited for Alanna to wake. Randy spread his legs out on the sofa as John sat between them, leaning back to rest against Randy his arms automatically encircling John.
As the movie began, Randy's fingers started softly running along the exposed flesh of John's neck, John moaned slightly so Randy continued his gentle exploration, every now and then dipping his fingers below the neck of the shirt John wore. They led together, with Randy touching and kissing John's skin gently as the movie played. Neither man wanting it to become heated, they were simply enjoying being in each other's company, laughing and joking over trivial things.
It was when the movie was ending that Randy took John's lips with between his, slipping his tongue into John's mouth, almost copying the way John kissed him earlier in the day at the airport.
"I guess I should get used to seeing that," Alanna said as she entered the room.
Randy released John's lips at the sound of his daughter's voice and he pulled back.
"Hey, did you sleep okay?" Randy asked as Alanna made her way further into the room.
"Yeah; I like the room," Alanna commented taking a seat on the opposite sofa.
"Good," Randy said. "Oh, hey, I almost forgot."
He jumped up from the sofa and went to the dining table where there was a gift-wrapped box. He picked it up and carried it over to Alanna to present to her.
"This is from John and I, as a house-warming gift," Randy said as she smiled, tearing into the gift.
She tore the wrapping off; turning the box over so she read what was inside. When she saw it was a laptop, she was practically bouncing on the spot in excitement. She'd been begging her mom for one for so long and now she finally had one. Randy beamed with as much excitement as she had for the gift.
"I knew you wanted one, and with you starting high school this year, it seemed the best time to get one," he said as she launched into him hugging him in a death grip. "I guess that means you like it?"
"Definitely, this is so cool, I can still talk with all my friends in Missouri," she exclaimed taking the laptop out the box to set it up.
"Johnny knows more about computers than me, so he promises me this is the best," Randy explained.
"Of the ones you can actually get your hands on this is the best, it has the most up to date processor in there, so much memory it'll take twenty years' worth of photos and music to use it up, and the graphics are top notch, so is the built in web cam," John explained.
Alanna put down the laptop and went to John, hugging him as tight as she did Randy and he smiled, happy she liked the computer.
"I guess I missed dinner," Alanna said as she sat next to John while Randy switched on the laptop to start the installation.
As if on cue, John's stomach growled and Randy looked up from the screen and gave him a disapproving look.
"Then again," Alanna chuckled.
"Sorry, he didn't feed me this morning," John commented, rubbing his stomach to smother the second growl that he felt threatening to release.
"You have two hands, surely you can manage a bowl of your precious fruity pebbles," Randy said shaking his head as he headed to kitchen to start dinner.
"How come you didn't eat already?" Alanna asked. John thought he heard a hint of surprise in her voice, as if she was used to eating alone.
"We always eat together," John said patting her shoulder, indicating for her to follow him. He led her to the kitchen island where they took a seat on the stalls surrounding it. John grabbed the bag of food he'd purchased at the airport café and told Alanna to dig in. "He thinks he's a world renowned chef, he'll take his time with the food."
"Is this get at Randy day?" he asked as John made yet another quip at his expense. "And at least I can cook. What do you fancy Al? It's your choice tonight."
"I don't mind, anything," she said, shrugging her shoulders. John could tell she was going to be as laid back as Randy was. Some of his fears were already seeping away, and he was sure, in time, they would disappear altogether.