A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting. I'm going to be focusing on this story from now on. I haven't forgotten the other one-shots I've got to write and I'll fit those in, but being back at work isn't agreeing me at the moment so I have less time to write.
Keep the reviews rocking and it will spur me on a bit more.
CENTON JADE - I'm still working out the details of the story we spoke about. Again, I just haven't had a lot of time.
"We should be getting up," John said, looking over his shoulder at Randy as he laid in his boyfriends muscular arms.
"Mmm, I can't be bothered; how about we have a lazy morning," he said suggestively in John's ear, running his tongue along the shell.
John rolled over in Randy's arms, giving him a questioning look. Before Randy even had the chance to answer, John leant in and captured his lips briefly and they swapped kisses for a while as John let his hands travel over Randy's body. He loved it when they had lazy starts in the morning, it was his playtime.
Randy was in control any other time, but this was the moment he took over and Randy was always more than willing. Randy always laid back and watched as John worked him over. John moved his lips to Randy's neck and slowly made his way down the skin until he reached Randy's collarbone.
Running along the bone, John smiled as he heard a faint moan from Randy; his acknowledgement to John he was enjoying what John was doing. John returned along the same route he took and then followed the same path out on the opposite side. As John moved further down, Randy's hand went to the back of his head, encouraging his exploration of his body. His faint moans becoming more frequent.
"How can you stay so quiet?" John asked, lifting his lips from Randy's body. "Aren't you enjoying?"
"Give me your hand," Randy said with concern in his eyes.
John held his hand out and Randy put it on his stomach, covering it with his own before trailing both of their hands further down until John could feel his growing erection.
"Does that answer your question?" he asked. "I don't like to rush you; you know that. I enjoy our lazy mornings as much as you."
John smiled one of his dimpled smiles and then lowered his lips back to Randy's skin; starting on the inside of his wrist and working his way up. He spent time tracing some of the tribal tattoos on Randy's arm with his tongue before he moved back to Randy's chest, biting gently on his nipple.
John found himself smiling again as he felt Randy's cock twitch at the sensation. He continued to bathe the nipples with his tongue, spending equal time on each. Moving over from Randy's chest, John repeated his actions from the other arm and traced the tribal tattoos with his tongue.
"I wondered when you'd remember I had tats on that arm as well," Randy commented as he watched John intently.
"Don't rush me," John said without looking up.
"Trust me, I'm not, I'm enjoying the pace you're setting," Randy confirmed with a smirk.
Randy adjusted his pillow behind his back, savouring the view of his lover as he explored his body as though it were the first time he'd tasted it.
It was only when John moved passed his hips, skating his lips along Randy's thighs that Randy started to get antsy. John was getting closer to Randy's member and the anticipation of John's lips on his cock was enough to make Randy arch his back off the bed, trying to persuade John to take him in.
John purposely ignored the area, running his tongue along Randy's hip line, teasing his lover. He knew by focusing on the area, Randy would be pushed closer to the edge, and John couldn't wait, because on a lazy morning, that meant Randy would do anything John wanted.
"Mmm, darling, please," Randy moaned, letting John know to take him in.
"Honey," John said, trying his hardest to use his puppy dog eyes. "Can I have a bit more time to play?"
"Darling, not with the eyes," Randy groaned, running his hand over John's head.
"Honey, I was enjoying you," John said trying again this time adding a pout.
"I hate you sometimes, Cena," Randy relented.
"You love me and don't deny it," John said, pulling himself up so he was straddling Randy. "Now, where haven't I spent time on you?"
John sat atop Randy, running his hands over his chest and arms, all the while rotating his hips against Randy's. When he was done with Randy's upper body, John turned around and repeated his actions on Randy's legs, stretching out so his ass was on show for Randy.
"Jesus, you're a tease," Randy groaned as John straightened up again, turning back around to face Randy.
"What was that, honey?"
"You heard me," Randy said with a stern look.
"Want me to make it up to you?" John asked, running his hand down Randy's body and gripping his hard cock.
"Yes, please," Randy moaned, enjoying the feel of John's hand slowly moving up and down his shaft. He preferred it went John went faster but he wouldn't take much longer this time anyway.
"I'll go faster," John said, reading Randy's mind. "But I want something in return."
"This is your playtime, darling," Randy said sternly. "You're not getting any more time."
"Actually, I was thinking along the lines of a massage," John said smirking. He knew how their massages always ended. "And I get to choose when to have it."
John's incessantly slow hand was starting to drive Randy crazy and he was nearing the point of taking back his control but he didn't want to ruin the end of John's fun.
"Fine; one massage if you pick up the pace and get me off," Randy groaned quietly.
John's eyes lit up and he let go of Randy's cock. He scooted off of Randy and lay down on the bed, pulling Randy over him before taking hold of his member again. He picked up the pace, keeping his eyes locked with his lover. He loved to see Randy in the throes of passion, even better was when Randy shot all over him.
From the look in his eyes and the way he was biting his lip, trying not to call out, John knew Randy was getting close and it was pushing him to the edge and he wasn't even touching himself. He reached his spare hand down to take hold but Randy stopped him.
"You've been good," Randy said his breathing shallow as he spoke. "I'll help you out afterward."
John sped up his movements and the change in speed was enough to throw Randy over the edge. He pulled Randy's lips to his and swallowed the loud moans which flowed from him as he erupted over John's chest.
"You're a cum slut aren't you?" Randy said breaking the kiss, resting his forehead against John's as he looked down at his lover's chest.
"Ran, honey, please," John begged as his cock throbbed between their bodies.
Randy slid down John's body and took John into his mouth until he was hitting the back of his throat. Without stopping, Randy swallowed and within seconds it was enough to make John shoot his load. Randy kept some of John's cum in his mouth and moved back up John's body.
He pulled the pillow John had used to stifle his moans away from his face and then kissed John, letting the cum run his mouth into his lovers.
"Don't swallow it yet," Randy ordered. He ducked his head down to John's chest and licked up some of his own cum. He was straight back to John's mouth and kissed his hard, pushing his tongue into John's mouth and mixing their cum together. "Now you can swallow it."
John followed Randy's orders and then pulled him into another kiss, this time soft. He looked over to the clock once they broke away from one another and groaned.
"I know it's nearly ten but do we have to get up?" John asked.
"Yes, we do," Randy said not even letting John consider staying in bed. "I have three people to feed."
"Then I'll stay here until breakfast is ready," John said. "I've decided to leave the cooking to you. I'll stick with the barbeque."
"You are not staying in bed; do you want a repeat of last time… without the fun ending?"
John reluctantly made it out of bed and the pair took a quick shower together before Randy went downstairs to start on breakfast. Five minutes later, John joined him in the kitchen, perching on the counter top Randy wasn't using.
"Are we heading to the gym today?" Randy asked, as John sipped on a bottle of water from the fridge.
"No," John answered. "I have to drop by JC's quickly but that's it. Rob said no works out for a few days since I pushed myself too far last week."
Randy moved so he was stood between John's legs and ran his hands up under the material, "If you need a massage; I believe I now owe you one."
"You do; but I think I'm going to call that in when I really need it," John said, wrapping his arms around Randy's neck.
"Every time I walk in a room, you two are going at it," Alanna said jokingly. "You remember I'm supposed to be the hormonal teenager, right?"
Randy pulled away from John and finished preparing breakfast and then the three of them sat out on the veranda to eat. As they ate, Alanna mentioned she needed to go to the mall as she needed some new clothes as well as some supplies she needed for when school started.
Since John was going out anyway he offered to take Alanna, letting her know he'd needed to make a stop at the gym beforehand. She finished her food and went to get ready as Randy and John cleared away the breakfast dishes. Randy was acting quiet and John cornered him to find out what the matter was. Randy said he was just nervous about letting Alanna loose at the mall but John knew there was something else bothering him. Since he wasn't about to get a proper answer, he decided to leave it until later in the day when they were relaxing after dinner.
"Do you need anything, honey?" John asked as he headed to the garage behind Alanna.
"A new dishwasher, this one's crap," Randy shouted, as he slammed the door shut in frustration.
"Okay, one dishwasher," John said, rolling his eyes.
John and Alanna made their way into Tampa, making small talk along the way. John wanted to spend this time with Alanna so they could get to know one another again. Over the years, a distance crept in with their relationship, and John wanted to get it back to the way it was when she was younger.
They made it to JC's and John took Alanna in and showed her around, letting her know she could use the gym whenever she liked as long as she listened to the instructor's advice. Being sixteen he didn't want Alanna to hurt herself by pushing her body too far. After speaking with the manager and collecting any paperwork he needed to go through, John took Alanna over to the mall.
They made a couple of quick initial stops to pick up the items Alanna needed for school as well as a stop to buy a new dishwasher. John knew they needed the machine, so he was going to surprise Randy. He arranged for it to be delivered a few days later. Afterward they started the clothes run for Alanna, John staying back, leaving Alanna to pick out her clothes and try them on. She joked as they went round that he wasn't the typical gay man, since he had no fashion sense. When his stomach started growling loudly, John suggested they get something to eat and they made their way to the food court.
"Can I ask you something?" Alanna said as they waited for their food.
"Of course you can, you don't need to check first," John said looping his arm around her shoulders. The server brought over their food and they moved along the queue toward the till.
"How did you and dad get together?"
John was stunned as he handed over the money to pay for the food. He looked over at Alanna, shocked that Sam or Randy had never spoken to her about it.
"Surely your mom or dad has told you," John said skirting the question.
"If you don't want to, just say," Alanna said shrugging her shoulders and making her way over to a table.
John followed her over to the chosen table, taking a deep breath. He wasn't sure he should be the one to tell her.
"Have you spoken to your parents?" he asked as he sat down at the table with her.
"Yes," she said picking at her fries.
"What did they say?"
"Dad avoids answering," Alanna said focusing on her food. "Mom said you were together since before I was born and you were having an affair for nearly four years."
John took a calming breath before he responded. He pushed his food around his plate, not sure he could eat it anymore.
"I can understand why your mom feels like that was what happened, but I promise you it isn't," John said calmly.
They sat in silence for a little while as they ate their food. John wasn't sure how to handle the situation. He wished Randy were with them so he could straighten out the lie Sam had told him.
"So are you going to tell me?" Alanna asked breaking the silence.
"We weren't together; we kissed; once, when your dad found out he was going to be a dad," John said, keeping it simple. "I can understand why your mom might have thought we were together for longer. The kiss confused both of us for a while, but I don't regret it."
"So when did the affair start?" Alanna asked, continuing to eat. John wasn't sure what she was thinking, she was acting nonchalant but he didn't think she was as calm as it appeared.
"Al, we never had an affair," John said, repeating his earlier statement.
"Mom says you did," Alanna said shaking her head.
"Again; I can understand why your mom thinks that, but it didn't happen" John promised. "We kissed again, when you were a couple of months from turning four. But it was only one kiss."
"They were still together at the time?" Alanna asked more than stated.
"They were," John said not able to look at Alanna. He pushed the remaining food away. "They separated not long after WrestleMania that year."
"I'm done," Alanna said getting up from the table and quickly walking away. John let his head hang for a second before jumping up and going after Alanna. He wanted today to be his chance to get closer to Alanna, instead he felt like he caused the gap to grow.
They got in the car and John started the half hour drive home. They sat in silence for a while before Alanna put on the radio to break the quiet. It was only as they exited the interstate, Alanna finally spoke.
"Doesn't it bother you that you broke up a family?"
"Cutie, I never pursued your dad," John said. "And we didn't become a couple until after they split up."
"When was that second kiss?" Alanna asked.
"What?" John asked confused.
"When was the second kiss?"
"WrestleMania," John said, contemplating whether he should answer for a second.
"So, you kiss him, they split up like a month later," Alanna clarified. "You don't see that as breaking a family up. If you didn't kiss him-"
"I didn't kiss him," John said cutting her off. They drove for another five minutes before either of them spoke again.
"What do you mean, you didn't kiss him. You said it was at Wre-"
"He kissed me," John said quietly.
"Don't lie. Mom told me you came after him. She told me; you wanted to be with my dad, so you went after him. He was happy and then-"
"Al, cutie," he said trying to stop her rant as he pulled into the driveway.
"Don't call me that. I'm not a kid anymore, and stop lying to me," Al shouted. "If you didn't kiss him, then they'd still be together and we'd all be in St. Louis, happy."
Alanna stormed out of the car and into the house, slamming the door. John ran his hands over his head before moving the car into the garage. Unable to go into the house and face Randy, he sat in the car letting his emotions get the best of him. How was he going to tell Randy that he screwed up?
Alanna obviously had issues when it came to his relationship with Randy and John made it worse. So much for closing the small gap between them, instead it felt more like the Grand Canyon. He was just worried Randy would be unhappy with him and it would come between the two of them.
He was lost in his own thoughts when there was a knock on the window.
"Is everything okay?" Randy asked. "You've been out here for nearly ten minutes."
John looked at Randy through the window and Randy's face fell. Randy opened the door and pulled John out of the car and into his arms.
"Darling, what's the matter?"
"I think I screwed up," John said into the crook of Randy's neck.
A/N: Hope you all enjoyed. Please review.