A/N: The Week Day Four will be posted tomorrow. I just started missing this story when I was sorting out my notes. Hope you enjoy.
Sorry for those who tried to read earlier, it seems the website didn't want to post it originally... maybe I missed clicked it
"Welcome everybody to the 20th Anniversary of Money in the Bank," Michael Cole called over the pyrotechnics as the Pay per View went live.
"Honey, should I be putting butter on this?" John asked from the kitchen where he was pouring the popcorn in a bowl. Randy hopped up from his seat in front of the television and joined John in the kitchen.
"You asked just to get another sexy, romantic, cooking lesson, didn't you?" Randy joked as he snaked his arm around John holding him close. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and fed a couple of pieces to John. "All you need to do is taste it and see; I picked up the butter popcorn at the shop, so it should be okay."
John held Randy's hand as he withdrew and took a couple more pieces, gently sucking the oil from Randy's fingers. Randy smiled at his lover's antics and tried not to imagine him sliding down to his knees, though he wasn't succeeding very well.
"I'm not sure," John said bringing Randy back to the moment. "It doesn't taste like when you make it."
Randy popped a couple of pieces and smoothed the frown off of John's face.
"It taste's amazing, darling," he said, taking the bowl and leading John to the sofa in front of the TV.
"Are you sure?"
"Ooh, popcorn," Alanna said grabbing the bowl from her father as she entered the room and settled on the opposite couch. "Dad, you outdid yourself."
"Johnny made it," Randy said proudly, settling onto the sofa, resting his head on John's lap. "Don't eat it all yourself, Alanna; it's for all three of us, and you still have dinner tonight."
"Yeah, yeah, what you cooking?" Alanna said kicking her shoes off and stretching out and getting comfortable as the first match of the Pay per View started. Tyson Kidd was challenging Harry Smith for the Intercontinental championship.
"A phone call to the Chinese," Randy said.
"Huh?"
"Pay per Views are his nights off," John explained. "Since I can't cook, we default to the takeaway."
The small family sat back and watched as Tyson and Harry went back and forth with Josh Matthews continually comparing the match to SummerSlam 1992, paying respect to Bret Hart vs British Bulldog. Josh was joined in commentary by Michael Cole and William Regal, with Michael Cole being his obnoxious self.
"Seriously, this guy needs to shut up, he was annoying when I was kid, and he still is now," Alanna grumbled.
"I'd say he's doing his job then," Randy said without looking up, focusing on the match itself.
John smirked down at Randy and then across at Alanna in sympathy. He was happy Alanna was now living with them as Randy always focused so hard on the matches he forgot it was supposed to be fun as well. John could always guarantee they would end up bickering over it by the end of the night, which always led to reminiscing over their own matches. With Alanna here, Randy may loosen up a little and remember to enjoy the event as well, since Alanna was more of a fan of the whole show, like John.
Tyson won the match, and Natalya, Tyson's wife and current Diva's champion, came down to the ring and raised both competitors' hands, much like Diana did in 1992. Unlike the famous intercontinental match, Harry went to present the title belt to Tyson in good sportsmanship, but instead smashed him over the head with the title.
"Hey," all three spectators called, and Randy's head even shot up from its resting place on John's legs.
John smiled a little as Randy seemed to be enjoying the event already and they were only one match into it. By the time, Cody went up against Evan Bourne for the WWE Championship then he may be on the edge of his seat, like the fan John knew he was.
"One match down," John whispered to Randy, smiling. Randy looked up at John and chuckled at his countdown.
"What you talking about? I figured you'd be all for watching it tonight," Alanna commented, confused at John's statement.
"Every pay per view lately, they've been dropping our names," John explained. "We're waiting for a phone call from Paul or Stephanie to drag us back into the game."
"Are you going to?" she asked as the first of the ladder matches started.
"We haven't discussed it yet," John answered honestly. "I do miss the tour from time to time though."
"Darling, we both stopped for a reason," Randy reminded him. "Besides, now Al's here, we can't just up and leave."
"Honey, I'm not suggesting we do," John reassured. "I just said I miss it, and I know you do to. Besides, I've got too much going on with the gym to worry about going on the road.
The ladder match for the World Heavyweight Championship title contract was a fierce battle between The Miz, Dolph Ziggler, Santino Marella, Alberto Del Rio, Daniel Bryan and The Big Show. There was a lot of controversy in the media leading up to the fight since there wasn't any up and comers in the match, and it was relying on superstars who were nearing the end of their careers to pull in a decent bout.
Throughout the match, the older superstars, particularly The Big Show, were showing they were still capable of pulling off good matches which had entertainment value. The favourites to win the match was Dolph Ziggler or Daniel Bryan considering they had age on their side, however with an exciting twist at the end, Santino Marella fought his way to the top of the ladder and after struggling with Bryan was able to secure his win when his old friend, The Cobra, made a return visit, knocking Daniel off the top of the ladder.
"I used to love that when I was younger," Alanna cried as she grabbed another handful of popcorn.
John reached over for the bowl to take some for him and Randy; however Alanna had managed to eat the entire bowl by herself.
"At least I know I can make popcorn well," John chuckled showing Randy the empty bowl.
"Al, I said not to eat it all yourself," Randy snapped at his daughter, before turning back to John. "Sorry, darling."
Alanna looked a little upset that she was told off for eating the popcorn; after all it was only popcorn. It seemed Randy was more preoccupied about looking after John than her. She'd left St Louis, to get away from her mom who was more concerned with her new husband, but it seemed it was no different here in Florida.
"Ran, don't be silly, it's popcorn. Besides, it's about time you cooked us up a phone call," John said.
Randy moved off the sofa, grabbing the phone as he went over to the menus on the refrigerator. John turned to Alanna and saw she was still upset from Randy's overreaction.
"Are you okay?" John asked; scooting closer to tap her hand with his foot as it hung down from the edge of the sofa.
"Fine," she answered shortly. "I didn't mean to eat all of your popcorn."
"It doesn't bother me," John said quietly. "Like I said, I'm just glad I know I can make popcorn; especially after the fiasco with the pancakes yesterday."
"What pancakes?" Alanna asked turning to John in confusion.
"When you were out, your dad was making breakfast but left me in charge as he went to get changed," John said, blushing at the memory. "I burnt it so bad I set the smoke alarm off."
"Seriously?" Alanna asked chuckling at John's misfortune. "You burnt a pancake."
"Don't laugh at John, please" Randy said, causing Alanna to get upset again. He'd come back over and heard the end of John's sentence and Alanna's subsequent laughing and he didn't want John to get upset again.
"Honey, it's-"
"It's not okay to laugh at someone else," Randy said as he sat back own on the sofa without cuddling into John. "The food will be here in twenty minutes."
John was shocked at Randy's behaviour. Although he was sure it was to do with his reaction to Randy's teasing yesterday; this time John was laughing at the memory as well. He picked the remote off the coffee table and went to rewind since they'd missed the championship match between Curt Hawkins and Tyler Reks.
"What are you doing?" Randy asked, looking over at John from his side of the sofa.
"Rewinding, we missed the match," John said quietly without looking at his partner.
They settled into the match, none of them reacting at some of the moves Curt and Tyler were coming up with which had the crowd going wild.
"Regal, of course, you worked with these two many years ago when they were first starting in the business," Michael Cole said as Tyler locked Curt into an arm bar.
"I did, yes, Michael. Both Curt Hawkins and Tyler Reks were a part of the NXT program in its first few years," Regal replied. "They got on a lot better back then."
"Many superstars in the history of the company came up through the ranks together. CM Punk and Daniel Bryan, much like these two competitors, once friends had a storied rivalry when Daniel Bryan was trying to regain a championship title," Cole explained, letting his journalistic tendencies to come into play.
"That's true, but you see it happen the other way as well," Matthews countered. "If you look at John Cena and Randy Orton, the two franchise players of WWE before they stepped back to let the up and coming superstars take the spotlight. They started as enemies, but put their differences behind them, and the pair have become best friends."
"They're a little more than best friends," Cole remarked sarcastically to Josh.
"Third match," John said, again without looking at Randy.
"I'll pay you later," Randy said nudging John with his foot.
"No need," John said as the doorbell rang. He got up and went to the door to get the food, feeling Randy following him.
"I've got this," Randy said as John reached for his wallet which sat on the side table.
John took the food from the delivery boy and headed back to the kitchen, not responding to Randy.
"Dinner's here, Al," John said pulling the cartons out from the paper bag.
"What did he order?" she asked as she came over.
"A set dinner, cutie," John said handing her a plate. "There's a bit of everything. Help yourself."
John and Alanna went through and plated up what they wanted. John noticed Randy still hadn't returned from paying for the food. He quickly put Randy's food on a plate and offered Alanna the remaining sweet and sour chicken balls since Randy wasn't overly fond of them, topping Randy's plate up when the rice.
"I'm going to find your dad," John said putting their plates on the coffee table.
"Do you want me to keep it paused?" Alanna asked.
"No, go ahead Cutie; just pause if Ted or Cody's matches come on," John called back as he went on the hunt.
When he couldn't find Randy in the hallway, he went upstairs to their room and noticed the door to their balcony open. He went over to the doors and poked his head out seeing Randy sat on one of the chairs. John was shocked when he saw Randy sat with a cigarette. It had been nearly five years since Randy had decided to quit smoking.
John remembered the time fondly, since Randy found something to do whenever he had a craving for a smoke. He moved over to the chair, standing behind his lover. He ran his hands over his chest, leaving them their so he could feel the skin beneath the shirt. John was always grateful Randy wore tight shirts as it showed off the muscles he still possessed.
"When did you get those?"
"Never got rid of them," Randy said without emotion.
"You've been hiding them from me?" John asked shocked at Randy's words.
"No; just never wanted them."
"Why are you hiding, honey?" John asked, trying to get Randy to open up. "Your dinner's getting cold."
"I doubt either of you care; you aren't talking to me," Randy illuminated.
John moved round to the side of the chair and then sank onto Randy's lap, looping his arm around Randy's neck.
"Ran, you upset Alanna. I wasn't upset about the popcorn, and I was laughing with her about the pancakes," John said gently.
"She shouldn't have eaten it all herself, that popcorn was for everyone," Randy said.
"Then tell her that," John said, leaning back against Randy. "And apologise to her for laughing because we were both laughing about it. I'm over it. I'm hoping you'll forgive me for getting upset yesterday. I know you were worried."
"You don't need to apologise. I shouldn't have laughed at you," Randy said, stubbing out his cigarette. "I should make it up to you."
John smiled at Randy's hint.
"You really should. I was sooo upset yesterday. I don't know how I'm coping," John joked. "But you'll want to build your strength first… by eating your dinner."
"Okay, okay, I get it," Randy said squeezing John in his arms. "I've got to eat something."
"I love you," John said.
"Yeah, I know, I'm fabulous," Randy said, sounding as though he'd heard it too many times.
"Yeah, because that doesn't make you sound gay."
John and Randy turned their heads to see Alanna stood in the doorway, looking awkward at seeing them sat as they were.
"You remember the conversation we had with you when you were six?" Randy chuckled. "Might need to have that talk with you again."
"Ted's match is coming on," she said before starting to walk away, not responding to her dad's light hearted joke.
"Al, wait," Randy called her making her stop.
He tapped John's thighs to get him to move and stood up so he could go and talk with Alanna. He took her in his arms and apologised for snapping at her. He explained that he overreacted but he was still disappointed that she ate all of the popcorn considering he'd specifically asked her not to.
When they were talking John went back downstairs and checked their food was still warm enough to eat. When he found it cooling down, he thought it was best for Randy to come down and warm it up so he didn't ruin the food.
Randy came in and automatically took over, kissing John in appreciation. John went and sat with Alanna and they started the pay per view again as Randy watched from behind the sofa as the food warmed through.
As stood there, he ran his hands across John's shoulders and gently massaged them. The ladder match was going really well for Ted and from what he'd told them, he was set to win. John stiffened a little, just as Randy came back with the food, as Ted took a bad fall from the ladder and they were worried for their friend. The two of them sat on the edge of their seats as they ate, getting into the match as, even though they knew he was set to win, it didn't look as though he was going to.
"Ted DiBiase, the son of WWE legend, The Million Dollar Man, struggling to get back in this match," Michael Cole said as Ted climbed back in the ring.
"Ted has been berated recently by Cody Rhodes, the two former stable mates. The two have teamed together and numerous occasions over the years," Matthews informed the viewers. "Cody has recently been taunting Ted, saying 'he hasn't got what it takes to make the big time'."
"Josh, I'm telling you, this man has what it takes. He's proving at this moment as he's trying his hardest to get back in the ring and up the ladder," Regal said interrupting Josh. "If I were asked to put my money on any of the competitors in this ring, I would say Ted is going to win, because he has the experience and Rhodes has done him a favour. He's lit the fire within Ted to prove him wrong; and if both of these men win tonight, Cody needs to watch out."
Ted dragged himself to the top of the ladder and traded punches with Alex Riley as both men grabbed for the briefcase which held the contract. They went back and forth until Brodus rolled back in the ring. He started pushing on the ladder causing Alanna to jump to the edge of her seat as she worried Ted was going to miss out on his chance at a title shot.
As the ladder tipped, Ted managed to grab hold of the briefcase and he hung on losing the support of the ladder, he held on causing everyone to think he was going to fall. As Brodus was moving the ladder back into place, the handle on the briefcase snapped and Ted fell to ring mat with the case in his grasp, winning the match.
"That was fantastic," Alanna said with a massive grin. "Did you see the way the briefcase came away from the hook? I swear it was slow motion."
Alanna became animated after the match waiting to see who won in Cody's match. He was up against Evan Bourne with Kofi Kingston as the special guest referee.
"Why's Kofi the ref again?" John asked, looking over at Randy, feeling like he'd missed part of the storyline.
"I don't know," Randy said moving back so he was resting his head on John's thigh. "We were decorating last week, we missed Raw."
"Website poll about what should be added to the match," Alanna said without looking over. "Nearly everyone voted for Kofi to be the referee because of the rivalry he had with Cody last year, still keeps cropping up every now and then."
"You are watching too much wrestling, young lady," Randy said chuckling. "You remind me of The Fink."
"Hey! What else is there to do in St Louis when I get anywhere without Mom or Neil dropping me off," Alanna said. "All I did was hang with my friends or watch wrestling. I was lucky if I could get to the mall more than once a month."
"See, personally, Cutie over there reminds me of you," John laughed as he poked Randy in the stomach. "She likes to go shopping."
"There is nothing wrong with being fashion conscientious, John Felix Anthony Cena," Randy said, swatting John's hand away. "I would've hoped thirteen years of being with me, would rubbed off on you, but alas, it hasn't."
"Um, I think we missed the divas match," Alanna said, interrupting. "Do you want me to rewind?"
"No, Natalya's the only thing holding it up at the moment," John commented. "It seems they've forgotten the ladies division again."
The last match of the night was Cody vs. Evan Bourne and the three watched intently as Cody and Evan went back and forth all night. Although they pulled off a good match, with Cody winning with a Disaster Kick followed by the Cross Rhodes, Randy spotted a few things he could point out to Cody to look out for if he went up against Evan again.
"Cody Rhodes has done it," Michael Cole shouted from his seat at the announcer's table. "He told you all he would do it, and he has. Cody Rhodes is the new WWE Champion."
As Cody was celebrating, bragging in front of the fans about his victory over Evan. Ted's music hit and he sauntered down to the ring with his briefcase and a microphone in hand.
"Well, well, well," Ted said as he stepped in the ring. "Congratulations Cody. I guess your victory and my victory can mean only one thing. You need to start watching your back."
Ted laughed as he left Cody in the ring and went to celebrate with the fans at ringside as the pay per view went off the air.
After the event finished, John picked up all the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, while Randy relaxed on the sofa, talking and messing around with Alanna. He loved watching the two together and thought it was fantastic Alanna had decided to move in with them. He knew Randy missed his daughter and his family and felt like Randy was the one to sacrifice the most in their relationship.
"Randy, honey, I'm going up for a bath, my legs are still aching after the gym earlier, I might have an early night as well," John said, leaning over and kissing him. "Night, Cutie."
"Night, John," Alanna said. "Actually I might head to bed as well. I'm tired."
"Gee, you're both leaving me. Did I say something?" Randy chuckled. "I'm not staying down here like a loner. I'll switch everything off and head up as well."
"It's all done," John shouted back from the hallway.
Randy followed John and Alanna upstairs and said good night to his daughter when they went in opposite directions to their bedrooms. Randy closed the bedroom door as he entered and stripped down to his boxers as he retrieved his pyjama bottoms from the chest of drawers.
John was already running the bath when he was changed and he went in to check his lover was okay.
"Need a massage?" Randy asked, grabbing hold of John's hips as he bent over to switch the taps off, rubbing himself against John.
"Mmm, honey, stop doing that unless you plan on doing something about it."
"Well, I was thinking. I need to make it up to you for yesterday. Not to mention I need to pay up for the bet," Randy said hinting.
"How about we do this, I have a bath, and you go read your book. Then if I'm relaxed enough we go to bed and get some sleep," John said.
"What happens if you're not relaxed enough?" Randy asked wiggling his eyebrows at John.
"Then you give me a massage," John said relenting.
"Twice?" Randy asked sounding hopeful.
"I'm feeling old tonight, Honey. It'll only be once," John said; rubbing his hands down Randy's back. "But tomorrow, we have a lazy morning."
"Someone wants to play," Randy commented as he helped John into the bath. "Sure I can't keep you company?"
"Very sure, now go," John said as he relaxed in the water.
"Okay, okay, I'm going, but here," Randy said, switching on the jets of water. "At least try to relax."
Randy went back out to the bedroom and tried to let himself relax, which was hard considering he knew his lover was in the next room naked. He picked his book up and put it back down numerous times, unable to focus on the text. In the end he gave up when he realised his body was doing the opposite of what he needed it to do.
He couldn't hear John getting out of the tub and knew he couldn't wait to find out if John was going to be relaxed or not. Instead he slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers and started stroking himself. He wanted to make it last since it had been half a week since he and join actually had sex. He missed having their time together and having John do anything he wanted. He moaned lightly and his head fell back against the pillow he'd propped up behind him when he was trying to read the book.
"Couldn't wait, huh?" John said standing next to the bed with his arms folded.
Randy jumped out of his skin at being caught, even by his lover, but he soon relaxed when he saw John only had a towel around his waist. He ripped the towel away from John and threw it toward the hamper basket in the corner.
"On the bed," he ordered and John smiled, eagerly climbing on the bed straddling Randy.
"Are you going to let me play?" John asked.
"I didn't tell you to talk, now get down there and finish what I started," Randy instructed.
John removed Randy's pyjama bottoms and started stroking him, using the same pace as what Randy was.
"What happened to me having a massage?" John asked coyly.
"I'm massaging your hand at the moment," Randy said. "But I think your mouth needs to be massaged, just to shut you up. So get to work."
John rolled his eyes at Randy, though the younger man saw the lust clearly evident, knowing John loved to take him into his mouth. The older man worked Randy's cock expertly, knowing the right amount of pressure to use to get him to the edge quickly.
He knew Randy was getting close, when he was holding him down on his cock and thrusting his hips up to get John to take more of him in. He looked up at him, to watch his reactions, and he pulled off Randy's cock so he could take a breath.
"Are you enjoying me darling?" Randy asked and John nodded in reply. "Come here and tell me how much."
John crawled up Randy's body and kissed him, shoving his tongue into Randy's mouth, letting him taste himself.
"That much; but I still want more," he said sliding back down to Randy's cock and enveloping him once more.
"Shit, I'm not going to last now, darling," Randy warned as John worked his cock as well as before, pushing him straight back to where he was before. "Johnny!"
John caught every shot Randy gave him, keeping it in his mouth, rather than swallowing. He slinked back up Randy's body and his lover already knew what he planned, drawing him in and opening his mouth for him. They kissed as John let Randy's cum spill from his mouth in Randy's and they both enjoyed the sticky kiss.
Sharing a final moment with Randy, John removed his weight from his lover and helped Randy out by pulling up his pyjama bottoms and tucking him back in.
"Good night honey," John said curling up in Randy's arms as they settled in for the night.
"I love you."