A/N: Nice long chapter to make up for the delay.
Randy crept into the laundry room quietly as John was busy folding the clothes as he pulled them from the dryer. He loved watching John move about. It didn't matter what it was he was doing, he just loved the way his body moved. John had often told him the same thing over their thirteen years together.
He leant against the wall of the room as John continued in his work. He must have been there for another five minutes before John even noticed his presence.
"Morning, honey," John said, kissing Randy softly before resuming the task at hand.
"You know, I wanted to start this day a little differently," Randy said, cocking his head to the side as he watched John bend over to pick up a towel he'd dropped. Biting his lip, he tried to stop the thoughts running through his mind. "Why did you get up before me?"
"Because I woke up at five a.m., I didn't see the point in both of us losing sleep," John said turning round and catching Randy looking at him with a look of lust. "I'm going to be limping about today, aren't I?"
Randy smirked as he closed the door to the laundry room. As soon as the door was shut, he was peeling his shirt off and beckoning John over to him.
"If you didn't bend over so much, I could've contained myself," Randy said, spinning John around slamming him against the wall. He went straight for John's shirt and ripped it up and over his body. Latching his lips onto John's revealed body. He skated his lips and tongue down John's body, enjoying the abs which were prominent on his stomach. As his tongue travelled over the area, his hands got busy opening John's pants and soon enough they were pushed down to the floor with his boxers.
"Honey," John whined as Randy moved his exploration to John's thighs, purposely missing his already hard erection.
"See, if you were in bed when I woke up, we could have taken our time," Randy said, licking up the underside of John's shaft causing him to moan. "Now, it's got to be all rushed, and all you get is a quickie… and you know what I'm like when I only get to have a quickie."
John groaned as he recalled the countless times Randy shoved into him when they were in a rush. So many times in the car when they were running late to a show, even when they were on the bus together and one of them needed to head out on a press run. Those times were the moments John thought he was in heaven. Because Randy would give it to him harder than he ever did before.
"No time to get nostalgic, Johnny," Randy said shoving John to his knees, bringing him from his thoughts. "I didn't plan this… don't want to rip you open."
"You want to have sex, yet here I am, on my knees, doing all the work," John complained light heartedly.
"Shut up and lube me," Randy ordered, all playfulness gone from his voice.
John went to work and took Randy in in one go. Running his tongue along Randy's member as he bobbed his head, making sure Randy's shaft was moist enough for his whole. He was just getting in a rhythm when Randy pulled him off and up from his knees. Before he could even think of anything sarcastic to say, Randy turned John around and shoved him over the washing machine. No matter how much he knew he was going to be limping today, Randy knew just what to do to make him crave the sex they had.
"Do you want prep?" Randy asked as he lined the tip of his cock at John's entrance.
Normally John would have made some comment to Randy. But when he was in quickie mood, there would be serious consequences from sassing him. Instead, John shook his head. He wanted to feel the burn as Randy pushed into him and stretched him with his cock.
"No evil smirking, Orton," John said over his shoulder as he felt Randy start probing him. "Fuucckk."
"God, you're talkative today," Randy moaned out of annoyance and ecstasy. "Tell me when I can move."
Randy gripped the edge of the machine, his knuckles turning white as he held himself still. He wanted to plough deep into John but he refused to hurt him while they were going at it. He was just about to lose the willpower to stay still when John spoke up.
"Okay, Ran, honey," John pleaded. Randy allowed himself one smirk as he heard the familiar desperate tone to John's voice. Without responding to John he plunged the rest of the way into his lover who threw his head back, calling out in bliss. Randy immediately pulled back out and thrust in over and over again. The feeling of being inside John, so tight from the lack of preparation, was overwhelming, and his Johnny was feeling it as well.
"Fuck… honey… right there," John said, the level of his voice getting higher as Randy continued to pound into him.
"Jesus, I don't remember the last time we did this," Randy said, panting as he continued his thrusting. Every time he thrust into John, John's cock rubbed against the front of the machine and Randy could tell the added friction was pushing him to his limit.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck, Randy, I can't… take much more," John cried out as Randy continued his hard thrusts.
"Shit, darling, don't lie, you can take anything I give you," Randy said speeding his thrusting up. "Doesn't matter anyway… I'm about to ccccuuuummmm."
Randy sprayed his load, filling John up with his cum; something which never got old. When he finished, he pulled out of John, spun him around and fell down to his knees.
"Want a present?" Randy asked, smirking up at his partner.
"Fuck… yes," John moaned breathless.
Randy took him into his mouth and swallowed a couple of times letting John go down his throat. Randy looked up at John as he gently sucked on him and he could see he wasn't going to last any longer. Quickly remembering how loud his lover could be when he was wound up, Randy grabbed a towel from the nearby basket and handed it to John. John latched on to Randy's thoughts easily and took the towel to muffle his cries of ecstasy as he shot down Randy's throat.
Randy pulled off from John and slid back slouching against the wall in the small room to catch his breath. He chuckled as he noticed John gripping the washing machine to hold himself up and beckoned for him to join him. John slumped to the floor and Randy dragged him over so John's head rested on his stomach.
"That was better than taking our time in bed," Randy said smiling as his fingers worked through John's short hair, soothing his older lover as he caught his breath. They stayed there for another five minutes, not speaking, not needing to; just simply enjoying being with the other.
"I was thinking," Randy whispered, barely breaking the loving silence. "How about we go out tonight? Just you and me, save me cooking."
"You love to cook," John said, looking up at Randy. Puzzled as to why he wouldn't want to.
"I know; I just thought, the two of us, romantic evening, since it is-"
"Why don't you just ask Al to cook; she keeps talking about wanting to help out more," John said, sitting up and grabbing their clothes from the floor beside them. He handed Randy his shirt and slid his own on. "Speaking of, we should get out of here. She'll crucify us and then scratch out her eyes if she catches us in here."
"That's why I locked the door," Randy said winking at John. He reluctantly let himself be pulled up by John and slid his pants back on. As John went back to the task he was doing when Randy entered the room, Randy moved in behind John and wrapped his arms around him and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Did you like my quick thinking with the towel?"
John chuckled a little and leant his head to the side so he could share a quick kiss with Randy. He loved how they still knew what the other was thinking.
"So if you don't want to do a meal, how about we take a romantic sunset walk tonight?" Randy asked still having his arms wrapped around John's waist as they moved into the kitchen.
"What's with all the romance today, honey?" John asked as he tried to carry the basket upstairs with his boyfriend still attached. "You do realise this would be easier and quicker if you detached yourself from me."
"So I take it, that's a 'no' as well," Randy said, finally releasing his hold on John as they entered the bedroom. Randy sat on the edge of the bed as John put away their clothes and then put the clean towels in the bathroom.
"Is it so bad, we'll do something another night," John said, shrugging his shoulders. "Honey, I just want a quiet night in today, okay?"
John took the basket along to Alanna's room, knocking gently to see if she was awake, when there no reply, he left the basket outside her door so she could sort out in her own time. He went back to the main bedroom and Randy was still sat on the edge of the bed, looking sorry for himself. John ignored the sudden downturn in Randy's mood, used to his mood swings over the years, and tapped his shoulder indicating to get off the bed. John pulled the sheets back on, smiling at himself as he thought of his lover getting tangled in them when he was alone; trying to seek him out, waking himself up when it dawned on him he was by himself.
He turned to speak to Randy but the taller man had disappeared and John heard things clattering around in the kitchen. For whatever reason, he knew Randy was upset and very possibly angry. Maybe he'd try and make it up to him later.
As the day drew on, Randy's spirits didn't lift, no matter what John tried to do. He'd suggested they spend some time in the pool when Alanna vegged out in front of the TV watching a movie and chatting with some friends on the phone, but Randy declined. He even suggested a trip to the mall, something Randy usually jumped at, since it meant he got to treat himself to new things, but even John's fall-back position didn't work.
In the end John decided to ride out Randy's downbeat mood and left him to his own company in the bedroom and went downstairs to the garage to work on his latest car which he was still trying to tune up. He put his headphones on and blasted some music as he worked and he soon forgot got lost in his cars and stopped worrying about Randy. It was only when he got hit around the head that he switched his music off.
"I've called you five times," Randy growled, still looking upset.
"I'm sorry, honey, I had my music on loud," John said, trying to get Randy to calm down. "What can I do for my sexy man?"
"Dinner's ready," Randy said turning his back on John as he tried to move in close. "Clean yourself up before you sit down."
John sighed. He knew he was going to have to sit down with Randy and talk about what was bothering him. This was the worst mood swing he'd seen since they'd both retired from wrestling.
He followed Randy through to the house and then ducked into the downstairs bathroom to clean up before heading through to the kitchen to eat. The whole meal was eaten in silence, and John could feel the tension brewing between him and Randy. He was sure Alanna could as well.
He watched Randy push his food around his plate rather than eat it. He was about to ask if he was feeling well, when the phone rang. Randy nearly leapt from his seat to answer it. John listened in and realised it was Randy's mom on the phone. He hoped a conversation with his mom would help. They usually did. Randy disappeared outside and sat on the steps which lead to the lower area of the yard.
"Are you two alright?" Alanna asked, bringing John from his worried thoughts.
"Yeah, we're fine. Your dad's just in a flunk today," John said, trying not to play it up.
"I was going to ask dad but he's been Mr. Miserable today; isn't your anniversary soon?" Alanna said. "I wasn't sure what date it was exac-"
"Sshhiitt!" John said holding his head in his hands. "It's the 18th today. How could I forget?"
"It's today!"
"Yeah, shit," he swore again "No wonder he wanted to do something romantic."
"No wonder he's been in a bad mood," Alanna replied feeling sorry for John.
"Can you go out there and speak to your Nan? I really need to sort this out," John asked of Alanna.
"I'll try; good luck," she said with a look which told John he was going to need it. Of course, he already knew that. Probably better than Alanna did.
John cleared up the plates from the table as Alanna went out to the backyard. He discreetly watched them talking, hoping Alanna was successful in commandeering the phone from her father. He wasn't sure what he could do to make it up to Randy, in the whole time they had been together, thirteen years to the day, they never missed celebrating. Hell, even when they'd been on the road and were working, they always did something special.
The first year, John even went so far as to beg some time from the crew at the end of the show once everyone had disappeared. He set up a picnic type meal for them in the ring and they spread out eating Chinese takeaway and drinking champagne. The year had been rough for them and he wanted to find a way to treat Randy. Little did he know, Randy had already planned something himself and once they left the arena, Randy drove them to a local make out spot where they spent some time together before heading on to the next town.
He leant against the counter as he wracked his brain trying to come up with something to do. There was no point in trying to deny he'd forgotten. It was too clear that he had. He didn't even have a card, let alone a present. He looked up when he heard the door open and went over to Randy to wrap his arms around him and hold his lover. The younger man didn't even let him get close.
"I'm tired, I'm heading to bed," Randy said. John looked at his watch as though to see the time.
"Honey, you haven't eaten anything," John said trying to take his hand and stop him.
"I said I'm tired," Randy snapped, pulling his hand away from John's.
"Ran, I'm sorry," John said. "I just realised the date. I just lost track of the days."
Randy stopped in his tracks but didn't look back at John.
"What are you on about?" he asked. John knew he was trying to stay angry but he heard the crack in his voice.
"Our anniversary," John said quietly, taking a tentative step forward.
"Oh that, don't worry about it," Randy said snidely. "It's only another day. No need to do anything special."
"Ran, honey, come on," John said moving closer. "We always-"
"Yeah, we do," Randy said in a whisper, trying to hold in his emotion. "I guess with Alanna moving here, we've had a lot going on. It's no big deal."
John stepped closer again and was just about to put his hand on Randy's back and wrap an arm around him when the tall man pulled away and headed for the stairs.
"I'm tired, I'm going to bed."
John watched him go and tried to think of a way to get him to talk, but it was no good. Everything he thought of, he pictured Randy rebutting, and he would be right to do so. John couldn't believe he'd forgotten. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, considering following Randy but it wouldn't do any good. All they would end up doing is arguing.
"How'd it go?"
"It didn't. He was tired so he went to bed."
"It's only seven," Alanna commented.
"I know. Come on, why don't we put a movie on. He hasn't eaten, if he gets too hungry, he'll come down. I can try again then," John said heading to the family area.
He let Alanna choose a movie and they each spread out on a sofa. Alanna was lost in the movie but John couldn't concentrate and every couple of seconds looked towards the door hoping to see Randy enter.
It was only when Alanna said goodnight, he realised he missed two entire films. He wanted to go upstairs but was afraid if he did he would get in a fight with Randy and he didn't want to end their anniversary like that. Even if he didn't realise what day it was, it had started like any celebration should. He was hoping to pick things up from the current situation.
He put another film on and grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer. He sat through the film, though not really paying attention and drowned his sorrows in the dessert. As he was eating, he suddenly thought of a way to make it up to Randy. He switched off the TV and headed upstairs, ice cream in hand.
He practically ran along the hallway and bounded into the room, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Randy in bed. He'd obviously fallen asleep before switching the lights off and John went over to the bed. He crouched down next to Randy and put the ice cream tub on the night stand. Running his hand over Randy's shaved head, John leant in and kissed his cheek, hoping to stir The Viper. It was no use though; he was too deep to rouse.
John stripped his clothes off and got into bed with just his boxers on. He went to move in close to Randy's back and wrap an arm around him, but even in his sleep, Randy wanted nothing to do with him.
"I'm sorry," John said, sliding back to his side of the bed.
The next morning as John stirred, he automatically reached over for Randy, but after his hands couldn't find him, he woke up properly only to find himself alone. Already feeling uneasy, he hopped out of bed and went into the en suite hoping to find him but there was no sign of him. He pulled on a pair of pants and went downstairs to find him, hoping to talk about the previous day. He needed to make amends to Randy, big time.
He looked around the house trying to find him but there was no sign. Ducking his head into the garage he saw Randy's hummer gone. John sighed; Randy only used the hummer these days when he needed to go for a long drive to think. His shoulders slumped and he went back to the kitchen. He might as well get something for breakfast now he was up.
He got himself a bowl of cereal and it was only when he was getting the milk from the fridge he noticed the note attached to the door.
Cena,
Gone out for the day.
Cleaned up your mess.
Ice creams melts you idiot!
John grabbed the phone from its spot on the wall and tried ringing Randy's phone; almost immediately he heard music coming from the hallway and found Randy's cell phone on the entrance hall table.
"Fucking fantastic," John muttered.
"What's up?" John looked up as Alanna came downstairs.
"Nothing to worry about, your dad left his phone and I needed to get hold of him," John said, trying to brush it under the carpet.
"Let me see," Alanna said as she stood in front of the fridge. "No sickly sweet pet name, just use of the surname; short and to the point sentences; no see you later; and no name at the end. Didn't manage to sort it out last night then."
"Do you have any ideas on how to make it up to him?" John asked.
"John, I'm sixteen. I've not had a boyfriend last a year. Anyone I meet runs a mile when they meet dad," she joked.
"And I'm sure that's exactly what he plans to keep happening, especially since he'll get to meet them quicker now you're living here."
"Thanks, that makes me feel so much better," Alanna said pouring milk over John's cereal before making her own. "It's bad when you can't make your own cereal John."
John chuckled a little at the light hearted conversation he was having with Alanna. It seemed she overcame her concerns about when and how they got together and minus his faux pas with the anniversary, they were starting to become a family again.
"You can cook, right?" John suddenly asked as they were eating breakfast.
"Yeah, not as good as dad, but I can cook," she said in reply.
"Fancy helping me out with a meal for tonight?"
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"I have no idea," John said getting up and heading to the small bookshelf Randy had installed in the kitchen. "There must be something in one of these."
They started flicking through the books trying to come up with a three course meal which Alanna could help him cook. They were flicking through the books when Alanna suddenly stopped.
"Okay, say we do this; say it works; what the hell do you plan on doing afterward?" she asked.
"Well, historically," John said his eyes starting to glaze over. "How about I pay for you to go to the movies?"
"Ewww," Alanna said turning her nose up at the thought. "You're going to have to drop me off and pick me up; it's not like I know anyone around here yet to go with."
"That's fine," John said.
After a trip to the supermarket and spending most of the day preparing the food, Alanna laid out exactly what was left to do as John set out the table with candles and found a cd with romantic music. The champagne was chilling in the freezer and before they knew all there was left to do was wait for the food to cook.
They planned it so John would have enough time to take Alanna over to the Cineplex and drop her off and get home with plenty of time before the food was finished. They left a note on the fridge in case Randy got home when they were out and then left.
It was roughly half an hour later when John pulled back in and noticed Randy's hummer parked in the drive. John relaxed; glad his lover was finally home. He'd been worried all day long since there was no way to get hold of him. John went inside and heard Randy milling around upstairs. Before going up there to see him, he quickly lit the candles and turned the music on setting the mood.
He made his way upstairs and found Randy in a state of undress. He took a second to take in the sight, licking his lips at the thought of what he wanted to do with that body.
"Hey, you," John said quietly from where he stood. "I missed you today."
Randy ignored his comments and continued getting dressed. John wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose to play a game with him or if he was still upset, but the clothes Randy was changing into made him think he'd seen the set up downstairs.
"Al helped with the meal," John said starting to wish Randy would speak to him. "You know she really is a mini you when it comes to her cooking."
Randy walked into the en suite and John walked across the room leaning on the doorframe as Randy sprayed some cologne and checked himself in the mirror. He turned to head back out to the bedroom but John stood in his way.
"Ran, I'm sorry," John said. "I hope tonight proves how mu-"
"I'm heading out; I bumped into Chris," Randy finally spoke.
"But, downstairs… the meal… Al and I-"
"Another time maybe," Randy said brushing passed John. He grabbed his wallet and John watched him leave. He followed him down the hallway and stopped him before they descended the stairs.
"Ran, I said I'm sorry," John pleaded. "What more can I do?"
Randy ignored the comment and walked down the stairs. He headed into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water but stopped as he entered the room. John really did go all out; as soon as he got home, he'd gone straight upstairs to change. Now he came in here he saw what John was talking about and he pulled at his heartstrings.
He turned on his heel and went back toward the stairs, stopping when he saw John sat on the bottom step, his head in his hands. He moved over to him and took a seat on the step, keeping distance between them.
"It hurt."
"I know; Ran, I didn't mean to," John said making sure Randy could tell he was being honest.
"Doesn't make it any less painful," he said the hurt evident in his voice.
"Please stay, the food will be done soon," John said. "Let me make it up to you. We even have the house to ourselves."
He moved to take Randy's hand but as soon his fingertips touched Randy pulled away and stood up.
"I should get going."
"Randy, wait," John said jumping up from his spot as Randy made his way to the garage. "What about the food?"
Randy ignored the question and jumped in the hummer, leaving John in the house.
It was about eleven o'clock the next morning when Randy woke up. Automatically rolling over to search out John he only felt the mattress. He pulled himself together and looked at the time and he knew John wouldn't have hung around in bed this long, especially considering the way he left things the day before.
Not bothering to shower, Randy went downstairs to get some Tylenol for his headache. As he entered the kitchen he looked over and saw Alanna reading a book in the family area and he grunted a good morning.
"John left you a note," she said without looking up from her book.
Randy went over to fridge and found the note she mentioned.
ORTON,
SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT
Randy tore the note from the fridge and screwed it up throwing it into the bin. He grabbed a bottle of water and down a couple of pills.
"I feel like crap, I'm going back to bed," Randy mumbled.
"Whatever," Alanna replied. Randy looked over at her and was about to say something but decided better of it. "Do you know how much effort he went to?"
"Stay out of it," Randy said heading upstairs. He heard Alanna move toward him and he hoped it was just a coincidence and she was heading to the bathroom.
"So he forgot. Dad he was devastated," Alanna said, pleading a case for John. "Are you telling me you've never forgotten an important day? He's human, he made a mistake."
Randy stopped in his tracks, Alanna's words hitting home. She was right. He had forgotten an important day. It was one of the reasons his marriage came to an end. He'd forgotten Sam's birthday the last year they were together. No card, no present, not even a phone call.
"I have a headache. I don't want to talk about this," Randy said, continuing to his room.
He heard Alanna continuing to follow him and he was starting to get wound up. When he had a headache only two things worked. A quiet, dark room or resting his head in John's lap as the older man massaged his temples. The last thing he needed at this moment was his teenage daughter giving him relationship advice.
"Dad, I love you, but grow up," Alanna shouted and Randy knew she'd done so on purpose. "Because if you don't you'll lose him."
"And I'm sure you'll like that, won't you? Let's face it, ever since you've been old enough to understand, you've hated the relationship," Randy yelled. "Maybe that's the reason you came here. It wasn't to get away from your mom and her husband, cause let's face it, you're mom can do no wrong, even if she blatantly lied to you most of your life. It wasn't about coming to live with me; it was about splitting me and John up, wasn't it? Well guess what? You can mind your own business."
Alanna stood in shock at the way her dad was speaking to her. She couldn't believe it. He'd told her off before, sure; he was her dad. But he'd never been cruel. She felt the tears brimming in her eyes and she turned away from him and headed toward her room, stopping just as she entered the door.
"I did come here to live with you, because I missed you," Alanna said as the tears fell down her face. She stepped into her room and slammed the door.
Randy's actions immediately sank in and he couldn't believe the way he'd spoken to his daughter. She was only trying to help and instead he threw it in her face and treated her like a complete stranger who was butting in to his life. He'd just got her back in his life and he'd probably be losing her before school even got started.
He made his way along the hallway and gently tapped on her door.
"Ally, I'm sorry, sweetheart, can I come in?" Randy asked, praying his daughter would forgive him.
"No," she screamed. "Just go away and leave me alone."
Randy could hear the sobbing coming from inside the room. He tried the door handle, desperately wanting to comfort his daughter, but found she'd locked it.
"Ally, please," he called, nearly crying himself.
"Go away," she screamed again.
Randy sank down the wall adjacent to her door and buried his head in his arms. He was officially the worst father ever. He must have sat there for a couple of hours waiting for her to emerge, and although the sobbing died down, she didn't leave her room.
He heard the door open downstairs and went down, desperate to feel some comfort from someone. As he reached the bottom of the stairs his heart sank as Rob, John's best friend stood in the hallway.
"Hey man, have you seen John?" Rob asked. "He was supposed to give me a call, he wanted to arrange a time for a workout."
Randy shook his head in reply and went into the kitchen.
"Everything alright?"
"Let's see, John forgot our anniversary and when he tried to make it up to me, instead I pushed him away and went out to get drunk with Chris. I woke up this morning to find he's gone out for the day. I then get in an argument with my daughter and tell her the only reason she moved in was to split John and I up. So… yeah… everything's perky."
"Okkaayy," Rob said, not really knowing what to say. "If you get hold of John, get him to give me a call."
"Yeah, sure," Randy said slumping onto one of the stools in the kitchen. He grabbed his cell phone and tried John's number. He let it ring until it went into voicemail. He was about to leave a message but stopped short when he couldn't think what to say.
He dragged himself upstairs and decided he needed to pull himself together. He tried John's phone once more and again it went to voicemail. He took a shower to clear his head and as he stepped out to tried again. Again he got voicemail. He tried again after getting dressed, after he made some food, and after making a coffee. Voicemail. Voicemail. Voicemail.
Moving to disgruntled person number two. Randy made a light lunch for Alanna as well as a hot cocoa with marshmallows. He took it upstairs on a tray and knocked on her door.
"Ally, I've made you something to eat," he said. When she didn't answer he tried a different tact. "I'll leave it outside the door. Please don't starve yourself."
He went back downstairs and tried John once again. Voicemail. When he was ringing though he heard Alanna's bedroom door open and he smiled. At least she was eating.
His day went on much the same. He pottered around doing things in the house in between calling John. Before he knew it the sun was setting and he was making dinner. Just as he was dishing up, he heard John's car in the driveway. He could finally relax; his Johnny was home.
He wiped his hands on a hand towel and quickly made his way to the front of the house. Way he saw John, he froze on the spot. He didn't know what to say. Instead he went over to him and wrapped him in his arms. The last couple of days had been hell on earth and he didn't want to let it continue.
"I'm sorry, darling," Randy said, melting when John returned the embrace.
"I'm sorry as well," John said. "You know I didn't mean to do it on purpose."
"I know. I'm sorry I ruined last night," Randy said. "I overreacted. I'm doing that a lot this week."
He took John by the hand and led him into the living room and pulled him onto the sofa. They lay there for a while, holding one another. John automatically massaged Randy's temples, like he knew he still had a headache.
"Where's Al?" John asked.
"In her room," Randy groaned as he thought about telling John of his latest failure. "I screwed up."
"What do you mean?" John asked confused.
"She was trying to talk some sense into me this morning, I lost my temper and yelled at her," Randy explained, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She got understandably upset and locked herself in her room."
"Has she come out at all?"
"I took some food up; she wouldn't open the door to me. I left it for her and I heard her come out and get it," Randy said.
"Want me to see if she'll talk to me?"
"I'd rather I speak to her," Randy said.
"You think I'll make it worse?" John asked, not believing what Randy said.
"What? No."
"Clearly you do, otherwise you'd take me up on the offer," John said, pushing Randy from his lap and leaving.
"John, I just meant-"
"Forget it, Orton," John yelled heading upstairs. "Apparently I'm not good enough to speak to her. Well, fuck you."
"John I didn't mean that. I just meant-"
"I know what you meant," John shouted as he slammed the door to their bedroom.
Randy screamed out of anger and punched the wall he stood next to. He went back to the kitchen and warmed the food through. He needed to make it right with both of them. He carried the two trays upstairs and put John's on the side unit as he took Alanna's to her. He knocked on her door and tried the handle but again found it locked.
"Ally, your dinner's here," he said quietly, resting his head on her door. "Please, will you speak to me? I'm sorry; I was angry and said a lot of things I didn't mean."
He stood there for another couple of minutes before relenting and put it on the floor as before. He went back to John's tray and headed to his bedroom. He went to open the door but like his daughter's found it locked.
"John, come on," Randy said, his emotions from the last couple of days coming through in his voice. "I get that you're angry but please let me in."
"Leave it there. I'll have it when I get hungry," John mumbled from inside the room.
"Johnny, come on, you've got to let me in at some point. It's my room as well," he said trying to reason with him. When there was no reply, Randy reluctantly left the food outside the door and went back downstairs.
He pushed his food around on his own plate before giving up on eating. He tried to find something to occupy his time but he couldn't concentrate with the entire household mad with him. He figured he might as well clean up the dishes and went to collect their trays. He went to Alanna's room first and picked hers up and then went over to his own room and collected the tray. After loading the dishwasher he switched everything off and went upstairs ready for the day to end. As he got to his room he found his pyjama bottoms folded on the floor.
He grabbed them up from the floor and made his way along the hallway to one of the spare rooms. He changed into his pyjamas and climbed into bed. For nearly half an hour to an hour he tossed and turned in the bed, unable to get comfortable without John beside him. He used one of the spare pillows to cuddle into but it wasn't any good. If anything the pillow stilled smelled like Cody and Randy felt odd trying to sleep in the bed.
Giving up on sleep, he went back downstairs and into the laundry room. He rifled through what bits of clothing were there waiting to be ironed and found one of John's shirts and some clean sheets which he knew were used in his room. Maybe if the bed had John's scent he could sleep.
Returning to the spare room, he stripped the bed of the sheets and threw them in the hamper ready to be washed. He put the new covers on the mattress and pillows and covered one of them with John's shirt. He unfolded the cover to the duvet and tried to figure out how he was supposed to get the duvet itself into the cover. When he worked it out, he started pushing it in and did the cover up. He got back into bed and pulled the pillow with John's shirt into his side and then pulled the duvet over him. No matter what he did though, he couldn't get it to flatten out.
He threw it off the bed and dragged himself out of bed, he was swearing to himself, trying to sort the duvet out when the door opened.
"What are you doing in here? You're going to wake the whole neighbourhood," John complained.
"I was changing the sheets," Randy said his frustration showing.
"And you decided to put the duvet in a submission hold. The thing's all twisted in there," John said still complaining. "Why are you changing the sheets anyway? I changed them after Cody left."
"They still smelt like him, and I couldn't sleep," Randy whined. John fixed the duvet and threw it back on the bed effortlessly.
"Why the shirt?"
"I can't sleep without you," Randy admitted.
"You've fallen asleep plenty of times without me," John countered.
"Yeah, when I've been in our bed; this is the spare. It doesn't have your scent," he said shrugging his shoulders like it was obvious.
John looked at him for a moment with soft eyes before closing the distance between them. He took Randy by the hand and they went silently back to their bedroom, John pulling Randy to him when they climbed into bed.
"I didn't mean, I didn't want you talking to her," Randy said quietly, resting his head on John's chest.
"I know," he said placing a kiss to Randy's head.
"I just meant I want her to speak to me."
"I know." Another kiss.
"I don't want to lose her."
"You won't." Another kiss.
"I don't want to lose you either."
"It'll never happen," John said, kissing Randy one final time as he fell into a slumber on his chest.
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