"Morning, honey," John mumbled half asleep as he felt Randy shift in bed next to him.
Randy lazily tossed his arm over John's body, curling in behind John, pressing light kisses across the back of his shoulder.
"What day is it?" Randy asked John, his voice as groggy as John's.
"Saturday," John grunted in reply, using a single eye to peep at the clock on his nightstand.
"I've got school today," Randy moaned, burying his head against John's neck.
John chuckled at Randy's comment and rolled over so he was facing Randy.
"Meet me behind the bleachers?" he asked as he reached between their bodies and cupped Randy's package.
Enjoying the feel of his lover's touch, Randy bit his lip and rolled onto his back, sinking back into his pillow.
"I hate to tell you this Randy, but people don't go to school on Saturday," he quipped as he continued to rub Randy's crotch, trying to elicit even a small moan from him. "They have lazy mornings in bed."
John lay out next to Randy, continuing to rub him through his pyjama bottoms, nuzzling against his neck and shoulders, placing lazy kisses on his lips, chest and abs, taking his time, exploring his body. Randy, enjoying John's play time, didn't appear in any rush and ran a gentle hand over the back of John's head and neck, encouraging his exploration. John briefly looked up at Randy and watched him flex his arm up and then behind his head, relaxing under his lovers touch. John went resumed his touching and kissing, never letting his hand leave Randy's covered shaft.
When John was done with Randy's upper body, he let go of Randy's hard shaft and slowly lowered the waistband of the pyjama bottoms that Randy was wearing, before removing them entirely. John continued his slow examination of Randy's body, running his lips and tongue along the tan, muscular legs, taking extra time when he reached his thighs, knowing Randy would start to want attention higher up.
Sure enough, as he reached the upper thighs, Randy's hand was back to his head, leading the older man to his shaft, precum starting to leak out of the top. John swiped his tongue out and licked the precum away, drawing a stifled groan from his lover. John looked up at Randy to see his face. He loved watching him on his play days. He was about to take Randy into his mouth when there was a sharp knock on the door.
Randy practically wilted right in front of John and pulled him away from his crotch. John could tell Randy was sorry for stopping him, embarrassed that he went down so quickly, and above all else, John could see the guilt in his eyes for forgetting his daughter was in the house. A second knock brought both of them out of their thoughts. John tried to soothe Randy, as he finally spoke in reply to the knock.
"I was just wondering what time we needed to head over to the school," Alanna asked through the door.
"In about three hours," Randy said looking at the clock on his nightstand. "It means we'll be eating tonight because we probably won't be back until early afternoon."
"That's fine; do you mind if I go out for a bit?"
"Where do you want to go, I'll take you after breakfast," Randy said, pulling his pyjama bottoms back on, so he could start getting ready for the day.
"Randy, she's sixteen. She's doesn't want her dad going everywhere with her," John chimed in, as he headed into the bathroom.
Randy glared a little at John's back; he didn't mean anything vicious by it, but he was annoyed that John was stopping him from spending time with Alanna. He wanted to make up for all the lost time they had.
"Dad, John's right," she said as Randy opened the door to the bedroom. "Besides, I just want to take a look around the neighbourhood. See where it is I'm living."
"Okay," Randy sighed in defeat. "But at least have breakfast before you go out."
"Unlike John," Alanna said loud enough for him to hear in the bathroom. "I can feed myself."
Alanna chuckled as she heard a snort come from the bathroom, before John popped his head around the door, smiling his dimpled smile, "I happen to be a good cook."
"John, all the times I've stayed here over the years, the only time I've seen you cook is when we had a barbeque," Alanna joked before turning around and heading for the staircase. "I'll be back in plenty of time for us to go; can you stop him freaking out."
"Please, I've been trying to do that since he found out he was going to be a father; I've yet to find out the right formulae."
John felt Randy's eyes on him once more, glaring at him and he simply walked back into the bathroom. When he didn't hear Randy follow him, he removed his pyjama bottoms and threw them back out to bedroom.
"Either get in here and have some fun with me or go start breakfast," he said loud enough for Randy to hear him.
John hopped in the shower and started to lather up, figuring he could actually wash while enticing his boyfriend as well. He smiled when he heard Randy enter the room but he tried to keep a straight face when he heard the shower door slid open. He felt Randy's hand rest gently on his hip, and he relaxed into the touch, willing Randy's hand to slide round and take hold of his manhood.
"I think I'll make breakfast."
Randy was out of the shower faster than it took his words to register in John's head and react to them. John wanted to run after him and either, lock him in a headlock until he apologised, or drag him back into the shower to have the fun he wanted. He knew by now his playtime was over so if he dragged him back to the shower he would be at Randy's mercy, but he also knew if he tried the headlock route, then Randy would probably just find a way out of it and hit him with an inverted back breaker.
John finished in the shower and dressed for the day as he set into his usual routine, gathering their used clothes before straightening the bed and heading down to the laundry room with the clothes.
"I'm putting darks on, have you got anything in your gym bag?" John asked, pecking Randy on the shoulder as he came up behind him.
"Only what I'm wearing, can you wait until after breakfast?"
"Not really, I've got to head to the gym to collect some paperwork and talk with the manager while you take Al to school to register," John said, kissing Randy's shoulder again. Randy's shoulder slumping as John continued kissing.
"If I leave you with the pancakes, can you promise not to burn the house down," Randy quipped.
"I think I can manage pancakes," John said, turning his nose up at Randy's lack of faith in him.
"I've just turned this one," Randy said as he handed the spatula over to John, giving him a warning, before heading back upstairs to change. When he reached the bedroom, he headed to the bathroom and quickly washed and shaved. He didn't have a shower because he didn't want to leave John alone in the kitchen for too long.
He changed into some fresh clothes, making sure he was presentable and was making the right impression when he met the principal later that day. He was just wondering whether to change into a long sleeved t-shirt, considering some people disapproved of tattoos, when he heard the smoke alarm going off. He growled as he grabbed his pyjama bottoms before rushing out the room and down the stairs.
"Johnny, if you've burnt my kitchen down," he said to himself as he entered the room to see John trying to scrape a pancake from the frying pan.
"I think I burnt one," John said sheepish.
"How long were you cooking it for?" Randy asked trying to sound sympathetic and not laugh at his lover. He took the frying pan from John and managed to get the pancake off the base of the pan. "How much mixture's left?"
When Randy saw how much was left, he checked in the top oven where he was keeping the others warm and couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Seriously, Johnny, you were cooking the same one the whole time I was up there?" Randy asked, still laughing.
"You didn't say how long to cook it for," John snapped, grabbing the clothing Randy brought down and headed to the laundry room. Randy immediately regretted laughing and after setting the frying pan in the sink to soak, went into the laundry room to find John. He knew from the length of time he was in the room that he would be sulking but he was expecting to find John in the state he was in when he entered the room. His heart broke a little when he saw the tears glistening in his eyes. John was a strong man, one of the many reasons why Randy was attracted to him, but every now and then, John would let his emotions come through. Noticing Randy enter the room, John turned his back on Randy and went about straightening things that didn't need straightening, and refolding clothes which were already folded. Randy walked up behind him and wrapped him into a bear hug.
"I didn't mean to make you upset," Randy said, resting his chin on John's shoulder, nudging him with his head. "Like you said, I didn't mention how long they needed cooking for."
Randy felt John relax in his arms a little at the words, but he knew the man was still tense.
"If I ask you something, do you promise not to get more upset," Randy asked, careful to keep his voice soft. He continued when he got a nod from John. "Why did you get upset? We've joked about this before."
"Because whenever I try to help, I always screw up, and then everyone takes the piss," John sighed, relaxing further into Randy's embrace as he let his feelings out.
"How long have you been feeling this way?"
"I don't know, everyone's always taken the piss, but I guess hearing you laugh just made me feel upset," John admitted. "You've joked before, but never laughed at me."
"Johnny, darling, I'm sorry," Randy apologised squeezing John even tighter, knowing he could take it.
John shrugged his shoulders, knocking Randy's jaw in the process. When Randy grumbled a bit when his teeth clashed together, John gave him a look over his shoulder, which said he deserved it, even if it were an accident. Randy let go of his bear hug and turned John around to look at him. He placed a chaste kiss on his lips and cupped his face, looking into his eyes.
"Forgive me, I don't like you upset because of me," Randy said before kissing him again. John nodded but still pulled back from Randy. He couldn't help still feeling hurt by his laughing.
"I've got an idea," Randy said, leading John out to the kitchen. He fetched a new frying pan out of the cupboard and switched the hob back on to warm the pan up. Retrieving the pancakes from the oven he put them on the unit and tore one apart, feeding it to John. "Want me to teach you?"
John took another bite of pancake and thought about the offer. He wasn't sure it was a good idea, he didn't want to ruin anymore of Randy's equipment. He shrugged his shoulders in response, continuing to eat the pancakes; he had to admit Randy could cook well.
"Come here," Randy said, pulling John to where he stood. "You know how sexy it was when you showed me how to play pool a little better? Well teaching you how to cook, can be just as sexy."
John smiled at Randy's goofiness and kissed him, letting him take it deeper. At least until he realised his frying pan was hot enough to finish the pancakes.
"Want me to show you how to do pancakes?" Randy asked.
As Alanna hopped into Randy's Bentley, Randy himself stopped off at John's Mustang. He wanted to check once more that he and John were okay after John was upset this morning. Randy hadn't mentioned it to Alanna as he didn't want her thinking anything was wrong, or that she had upset John, considering they had been joking about it less than an hour before.
"Johnny, are we okay?" Randy asked, stopping John from getting into the car. "I don't know whether we should be apart if you're still upset with me."
"Randy, honey, I'm fine," John said, kissing him quick on the cheek, wary that Alanna was nearby. "We're fine."
"Are you sure?"
"What will it take to convince you?" John asked, smirking at his boyfriend's concern.
"I can think of a few things," Randy whispered. "But I'll settle for a kiss. And it will calm my nerves about this meeting."
John leant in and captured Randy's lips, convincing him he will be okay, and that they were okay. Randy wasn't content with just a quick kiss and pulled John closer, taking control of the kiss, pushing his tongue into John's mouth to taste him deeper.
"I hate to interrupt; but I would like to meet my principal without having to explain that we were late because my father was making out with his partner. We already have to deal with the disapproving look you get whenever someone sees your tattoos for the first time," Alanna said dryly to the two men, though smiling throughout her comments.
"Do you think I should put a jacket on?" Randy asked John, panic evident in his voice.
"Al," John whined when Randy started panicking again. "Randy, you'll be fine. You're registering her at the school, not going to court. As long as Al looks presentable, it doesn't matter about your appearance."
John gave Randy an innocent kiss and slapped him gently on the butt, "Go."
Randy separated from John and headed over to his car as John got in his own. He looked over just as John pulled out, beeping his horn to signal his departure. Randy soon followed suit, pulled his car out of the garage, and headed off in the direction of the school. Everything was so sudden with Alanna moving to Florida that they were lucky to get an appointment to register her.
If Randy had made the phone call a day later then he would have missed the chance and they would have needed to go either private school, something Randy never wanted to do, or a school in Tampa, which meant a long journey to and from school for Alanna each day.
The high school he was registering Alanna into was only ten minutes from their home. He felt slightly awkward walking into the school on a Sunday and what made it worse was he was heading to the principal's office. He was proud of Alanna for never getting in trouble at school and being sent to the office and thankful at the same time. One of his concerns as she got older was that she would develop the same rebellious streak he had when he was younger. The last time he headed in this direction was the week he was graduating from high school, twenty-six years ago.
"Why are you more nervous than me?" Alanna asked as they headed down the hallway.
"What can I say; I don't like schools, whether it's me going, or my daughter. Just ask your mom. I almost freaked out when we took you to kindergarten for the first time," Randy explained.
"Was that before or after you split up?"
"About six months before I think," Randy answered her question, wary about the timing of her questions.
"So were you and John together by that point?"
"No! Listen, Al, sweetheart, how about we talk about this afterward," Randy said as they entered the administration office and found the principal waiting behind the desk.
"Mr Orton. Alanna," she said shaking both hands. "Why don't we go through to my office and we can get started on the paperwork."
Randy made his way through to the office in stunned silence; he was expecting a bloke, not a woman.
"Can we talk now?" Alanna asked as they walked back into the house from the garage.
John was already home, and had his paperwork spread out on the coffee table in the family room. He looked up when he heard Alanna speaking and the door to the garage close moments after.
"How'd it go?" John asked.
"Absolutely fine, I start next month."
"Horrific," Randy said looking traumatised from the experience.
"Okay, which was it?" John asked perplexed by the opposite answers.
"It was fine, I start next month, they're still waiting for my papers to come through from St. Louis, so they can't tell yet whether there will be much to catch up on, however since it's between school years, everything should be okay," Alanna explained to John. He smiled, loving the fact that she was so mature for her girl of her age. She took a seat next to John on the sofa and looked over at all the paperwork. "What are you working on?"
"Monthly finances, Math was never my strong point so it takes me a while," John explained. "Why does he seem to think it was horrific?"
"He hates schools," Alanna said rolling her eyes at the overreaction by her father. Randy slumped down on the other side of John and laid his head down in John's lap, stopping him from working.
John looked at Alanna, asking for a further explanation. The last time Randy went into a school he didn't come out as traumatised as this.
"I swear he is not coming to any events; especially if the principal's going to be there. It was kind of gross," Alanna said, pulling his face.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm used to the way you two are together; but really she was shamelessly flirting with him; with me right there," Al said, getting worked up.
"Wait, 'she', what happened to the bloke you were speaking to?" John asked as he started laughing at the situation, Randy was already panicking about going to the school, but to find out that the principal was a woman… and had a thing for him. Randy would've hated it; he wished he could have been there to witness it.
"Apparently that was her assistant," Randy mumbled from John's lap.
"No wonder you're traumatised; to think 'The Viper', the once world renowned lady's man, scared by a single woman flirting with him," John said laughing at both Randy and Alanna's faces. He couldn't help but notice the similarities in father and daughter.
"It's not funny," Randy said, sitting up at staring at John. "I never want to see that woman again."
"Fine by me," Alanna piped up as she went to grab a drink from the fridge.
"How about we do something logical, if you're okay with it Al," John said before continuing. "When you do have a school event, both your dad and I go along and when she sees him and inevitably walks over to say hello, you can introduce me as your dad's partner."
John watched as Alanna took a seat on the neighbouring sofa and thought the idea through. John knew Alanna had some reservations about their relationship and he didn't want to push the idea too soon, but this seemed like an appropriate idea, and was subtle as well.
"Can't we just make out when we know she's looking," Randy suggested.
"No."
"I was going for subtlety, honey," John quipped as he went back to looking at his paperwork.