A/N: Hope you all enjoy. I'm working on another one shot this weekend. Hopefully it will be posted tomorrow, if not Sunday.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter.

"Looking good, Mr Orton," John said, wolf whistling as Randy came downstairs. "I swear I'm dating a male model."

"You're just lucky I'm into muscles, Johnny, otherwise you would not have a chance with me," Randy said as he put his tie on.

Once he was finished he ducked his head into the living room where Alanna was sat. He wished she would give him the chance to make things up but being a teenager she was going through a stubborn streak.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Randy asked.

"Yes."

"If you need anything just give us a call, okay?" Randy said trying again to engage her in conversation.

"Fine."

"Ally, will you just talk to me," Randy said, desperate to mend things with his daughter, but she just kept watching some programme on TV.

"Ran, honey, I was thinking about taking the hummer tonight," John said coming into the room. "Since you don't trust me with the monstrosity-"

"I'll go pull it out of the garage," Randy said leaving the room. He was grateful for the gentle squeeze John gave him as he left. No matter what he did he couldn't get Alanna to forgive him.

Once Randy was out of the house, John went into the living room and sat down next to Alanna, looping an arm around her shoulders.

"You're going to have to talk to him at some stage. He hates that you won't even look at him," John said tentatively.

"Maybe he should learn to control his temper then," Alanna said. "It wasn't even his temper; it was his words that hurt. Do you think I've come here to break you up?"

"Of course not," John said hugging her to his side. "You've had a big change in your life moving here and then you're hearing different stories from everyone about how we got together. You've been confused, not vindictive."

"Maybe you should tell him that," Alanna said in a huff.

"I'll have a word tonight," John said, hugging her gently again before getting up and heading out. "We've got the phones if you need anything."

"Go already before you're late," Alanna shouted, amused as he left the house.

John jogged over to the hummer where Randy was waiting. His partner looked downbeat and John knew it was because of the situation with Alanna. It was because of these moments over the last week which caused John to regret even more forgetting the anniversary.

"I take it you want me to drive," John commented as he realised Randy had moved over from the driver's side of his hummer while waiting for John.

"Since you booked it and haven't told me where we're going," Randy said turning his head to look at John with a small smile. "Just don't wreck it."

"She's in safe hands honey," John said returning the smile.

As they set off toward their destination, he reached over for Randy's hand and pulled it onto his thigh to rest there. He loved feeling Randy's touch and he knew it would help Randy as well. Whenever he could he let one hand fall from the steering wheel, interlinking his fingers with Randy's.

They made the hour drive to the restaurant in relative silence, and although it wasn't tense, John wished he could raise Randy's spirits. They were talking about the work taking place at JC's and how it looked like it could be finished earlier than planned when they pulled into the car park of the restaurant.

Randy had already worked out where John was taking him when they headed over the sunset skyway bridge linking the small islands to the mainland. John had booked a table at a restaurant they'd been going to for cheers and had become 'their spot' when they wanted a romantic meal.

"You like?" John asked as they made their way into the building.

"I love," Randy said bringing John's hand up to kiss.

"Good."

They were shown to their table where they spent the next hour and half reminiscing over their thirteen years as a couple. John, out of habit, had requested a table near the back for privacy and while they waited for their food to arrive, John's hand reached across the table for Randy's.

"Not that I'm complaining, but you're holding a hands a lot tonight," Randy commented as they exited the restaurant into the cooling air.

"I know it always cheers you up," John said shrugging his shoulders as though it was nothing.

"Holding hands?" Randy asked throwing John an amused and quizzical expression.

"Don't knock it, honey," John said laughing. "It worked."

John went to the passenger side door and held it open for Randy. Before he jumped in though, Randy pulled John in close, wrapping his toned arms around John's waist.

"It did work," he said placing a chaste kiss on John's lips before jumping into the seat.

"Miser," John complained at the short kiss from Randy as he closed the door and made his way round the vehicle. When he got into the driver's seat, Randy tugged on his arm and captured his lips before he even realised what was happening. Randy teased John, trailing his tongue along John's lips, causing the older man to moan. When his lips parted, Randy thrust his tongue against John's, as they mated together.

"Stop complaining," Randy said a little breathless from their kiss.

"Why? It works," John said starting the truck with a smile.

Instead of heading back the way they came, John continued up the boulevard for fifteen minutes and then pulled into the car park of Sunset Beach. He wanted to make the most of their night together and enjoy their alone time. Without saying anything, he released Randy's seatbelt and then his own. Hopping out of the car, John went round to get Randy's door, holding it open for him.

"You're going all out tonight, darling," Randy said softly as he took hold of John's hand as they walked onto the beach.

"Maybe I'm an old-fashioned gentleman when it comes to the love of my life," John said, resting his head against Randy's shoulder.

Randy let go of John's hand and snaked his arm around John's shoulders pulling him against his side as they slowly made their way along the beach. As the water started lapping in, Randy stopped and took his shoes off and John followed suit, allowing the water to run over their feet.

"Did you get anything out of Ally earlier?" Randy asked out of the blue.

"Only what you already know. She's hurt by what you said. I think she wants to makes amends but it's hard to forget last week," John explained.

"I keep trying to talk to her, apologise, but she won't listen to me," Randy said and John could hear the sadness in his voice.

"She'll come around, honey. Just keep trying. She'll forgive you, you just need to give her time," he said squeezing Randy's side. "I'm used to your outbreaks so it doesn't take me long to get over them."

"Don't make me feel worse, Johnny," Randy said, resting his head against John's.

"I'm going to ask you something and I want you to be honest," John said pulling Randy up the beach and laying in the sand so they were facing one another. "I know it was in the heat of the moment, but what you said to her… did you mean it, even the smallest amount?"

"Darling, I would never… she's my daughter… I-"

"Randy, I just want to know, I'm not going to be made, I'm just trying to understand," John said, taking hold of Randy's hand.

"Would it be awful if I said 'yes'?" he admitted sheepishly.

"You would be being honest, which is what I asked for," John replied.

"It's just, ever since she arrived, all we've done in the house is argue," Randy said. "There have been times, I was scared we weren't going to make it; including last week, and I know that was mostly my fault."

"I was the one that forgot," John said.

"Yeah, but I didn't handle it well," Randy admitted. "Johnny, I can't lose you."

"I'm not going anywhere," he said leaning over and kissing Randy gently. "Now what are going to do about Alanna?"

"I guess I'll try talking to her again tomorrow," Randy said. "I knew it wasn't going to be easy, all peaches and cream. She's not four anymore. She has a mind of her own and she's going to express herself. But I didn't think we would be arguing so much."

"I know, honey," John said running his hand up Randy's side. When he felt the shiver run through Randy he chuckled. "Was that me, or are you getting chilly?"

"Maybe a bit of both," Randy said grinning. John smiled in return, but not just at Randy's comment. He took in Randy's smiling face and could have fallen in love all over again. His smile was that of pure happiness, and he didn't let it show all the time. Some people had commented that John changed Randy, but John would never agree. They simply couldn't bring that side of Randy out.

"Want to head home?"

"As long as you're going to be mine when we get there," Randy said winking. He jumped up and held his hands out to John, and John let him pull him up from the sand. They stood kissing for a moment but Randy broke the kiss with a small smile on his face. "Want to do the sappy make love thing tonight?"

"Love making… hot, noisy fucking… love making… hot, noisy fucking," John pretended to muse over the choice. "Can I have both?"

"If you can keep it up," Randy said laughing, yanking on John's hand, leading him back to the car. John stayed a few steps back as they walked, admiring Randy from behind. When he slowed, Randy would tug on his hand and then chuckle as he caught John looking him over. They were half way back along the beach when John stopped suddenly and Randy looked back when he realised. "What is it?"

"I can't do this anymore," John said quietly, walking closer to Randy. "I need to taste those lips."

"If the look in your eyes wasn't one of lust, someone might have thought you were breaking it off," Randy said, circling his arm around John's waist and trailing it up his back. His free hand gripped John's head and moved him closer until he would normally feel John's breath against his face. "Take a breath darling. Because I'm going to kiss the air out of your lungs and I want to do so without killing you."

John took a sudden intake of breath and shook his head of the thoughts floating around in his mind.

"I don't know what it is that you do to me but I swear it has something to do with hypnotism," John commented.

Randy took the opportunity to close the short distance and it gently took John's bottom lip between his and then moved to his top lip. When he heard a slight whimper from John he pressed a little harder against him and continued alternating between his lips. He knew if he kept going, John would catch fire and take control of the kiss. And when John did that, it turned Randy on no end.

There was another whimper from John before Randy finally felt John's hands moving from Randy's waist and run up the side of his body. John captured Randy's face and pressed himself onto Randy parting his lips to get a taste of his tongue. John continued to plunge into Randy's mouth, tasting every inch of the hot cavern as they're tongues brushed against one another.

As John continued his exploration, Randy's hands moved back down John's body. As one trailed down his back he continued lower until he was grabbing his ass eliciting a faint moan from John. His other hand took its time moving down John's chest, flicking his fingers over John's nipples through his dress shirt and then carefully taking in each ripple of muscle as he furthered his descent.

He let his hand linger on John's abs as he enjoyed John's kisses. He knew John was starting to notice the bulge growing in his pants since his kissing was becoming more frantic. If they were at home, John would have forgone the kissing and would be on his knees by now giving Randy a fantastic blowjob. The thought alone was making Randy grown larger and he couldn't keep his hand still any longer. It suddenly shot down the shirt distance and palmed John through his pants. The moan he received from John was mouth-watering and the older man released himself from Randy's lips to suck in air so he could speak.

"Next… time… a little… warning," he panted, resting his forehead on Randy's shoulder.

"Told you I'd get you breathless," Randy whispered into his ear.

John stood upright, stepped back from Randy's still groping hand and carried on back to the car. Randy stood chuckling at his partner's reaction. He recovered the shoes they'd dropped on the sand and jogged the short distance to catch up with John. He handed John his shoes and then snaked his arm around John and tugged him into his side, pressing a quick hard kiss to his lips as they continued walking.

When they made it back to the car park, they reluctantly put their shoes and socks back on and then hopped into the hummer and pulled out, starting to make the hour journey back home.

Without even looking at his watch or the clock on the dashboard, Randy knew it must be near to ten. He'd had a fantastic night so far and he didn't want the night to end. He glanced over to John who was paying attention to the road while tapping his hands on the steering wheel in time with the song playing on the radio. He wasn't sure how he lucked out and found the perfect partner in John, but he wasn't about to start questioning it.

He was lost in his thoughts when John pulled the hummer into a layby, and opened the driver's side door. It was only when John opened the rear passenger door and climbed in Randy realised they'd stopped. Randy looked back at John and smiled quizzically. John reached forward through the gap and released Randy's seat belt before hooking his arms and pulling him from his seat and into the back.

"I want you in me… now," John said as Randy scrambled into the back seat.

"Are you crazy?" Randy chuckled as he settled next to John

"No; I'm just horny. And as much as I love having her live with us, I miss being able to scream the house down."

Randy cocked an eyebrow and pushed John onto his back, kissing him hard. If John wanted him, he was going to get him. It wasn't long before both men were naked and their clothes were strewn about the back seat, the foot well and hanging off the head rests of the front seats. Randy smirked and he felt the corner of his lip turning up as he took in the sight of his lover, already hot and bothered. He winked him, holding him down and started placing light kisses across John's abdomen.

He continued his ruthless attack, licking and kissing John's chest, only stopping to take one of his nipples in his mouth, lightly nipping it, causing a sharp intake of breath from John. Randy moved lower, using his teeth and tongue all over John's body.

"Shit, honey," John moaned. "Mmm, I love how you tease me."

His breathing getting shallower, John pushed Randy back and sat up, straddling Randy's lap as he grabbed for his face. He started kissing him with everything he had, desperate to feel Randy's entirety. His fingers grasped at Randy's face and his nails scraped against his shaved head, causing Randy to moan. Their breathing was already loud and raspy and they only kissed so far.

John realised how much leeway Randy was letting him have over the situation and pondered when he would take back control. Making a pre-emptive strike, John reached between their bodies and grasped Randy's cock in his hand, stroking it smoothly. He slid off Randy's lap so he was knelt in the foot well and he lowered his mouth towards Randy's glistening member. He lightly licked the tip, swirling his mouth around the sensitive skin. He'd wanted to do this since they were on the beach. He looked up at Randy with lustful eyes hoping to turn him on even more but Randy's eyes were closed and his head resting against the back of the seat.

"Oh shit, darling," he moaned praising John for his continued ministrations. He took all of Randy in his mouth, using his hand at the base, stroking up and down as his head bobbed in unison.

Randy opened his eyes and took in the sight of John pleasuring him. He tilted his head as he watched John's perfect lips slid up and down his hard cock. John looked up and met his eyes, and the look of lust would have been enough to make him cum right there if he weren't in more control. With the thought of control, he clutched the back of John's head forcefully and pulled him off of his cock and onto the seat, flinging him onto his back as he moved to kneel between his legs. He tossed John's legs over his broad shoulders and coasting two fingers he probed at John's tight entrance. Since their eyes locked when John was blowing him, they never broke contact, both wanting to see every stirring.

"Oh fuck," John breathed as Randy pumped his fingers into him. "I want you, honey. I want you to fuck me hard… oh god… oh god."

John's hands griped at the seat beneath his body. His breathing shallow, he gasped for air as he Randy's fingers probed deep, already hitting his hot spot.

With John writhing beneath him, Randy knew John was ready for him. He lined his rock hard cock up with John's entrance and pushed his way in to John. The tightness of their joining made both men cry out.

"Fuucckk, darling," he growled. "You feel damn good."

He angled John's hips up and reached out bracing himself with his hands on the door and back seat. He thrust hard into John over and over again causing the older man to get louder with each thrust. The thought of where this was taking place was turning Randy on and he was struggling to keep in control as his thrusting got harder.

"Ohh fuucckk, honey," John groaned. "Ohh fuucckk right there… yeess… fuckk… keep going."

John's encouragement made him go faster and he almost bent John in half when he leant in to capture John's lips in a fierce kiss. Between the tight feel of John's passage coupled with the devastating kiss, Randy could feel the beginning of the end start to build in his body. He released John's lips, instead grabbing the handgrip on the side of the car for balance. He reached between their bodies and started stroking John's neglected member.

Licking his lips he stared down at his muscled lover as hooded eyes gazed back up at him, silently begging for release. Randy continued to pound into John, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in, hitting John's sweet spot on every stroke. He felt John's body start to shake as his orgasm swept over his entire body. Randy was so close to cumming but he wanted to hear John go first.

Randy's hand slid faster and faster over John's cock up keeping rhythm with his thrusts.

"Oh shit… oh fuck… oh god, Randy, honey," he screamed as his cum shot out, landing on his chest.

The sight was perfect and Randy was pushed to his own limit. He grabbed John's hips with a grip and hauled them towards his own, driving himself as hard as ever into John one last time.

"Fuuuuuck!" he yelled almost as loud as John, as he released himself deep inside John, filling him up with his cum. Slowly regaining his composure, he slid out and sat back against the opposite door, letting John's legs fall from his shoulders. Randy couldn't believe it; it had been a while since they'd gone at it that hard.

He quietly chuckled as John held his muscled arm across his face, recapturing his breath. At the sound of his laughter, John's arm lifted and he smiled across at Randy.

"Get what you needed?" Randy asked.

"I'm pretty sure I did, yeah," John said nodding as his dimpled smile spread further across his face. "But I'm now spent; you're driving the rest of the way home."

They got dressed, though neither bothered to fully button their dress shirts, and Randy showed John to the passenger seat before taking his new place on the driver's side. He started up the hummer and they were soon on their way again. As per their rules, whoever was driving had control of the radio and Randy hit the button for his favourite station, getting an amused look from John.

With Randy driving they made it home in no time and he pulled the hummer into the garage. He chuckled when he looked over at John to see his head resting against the passenger window, his eyes drifting shut. Randy was pretty sure his partner didn't even realise they were home. Springing out of the car, Randy made his way round and slowly opened John's door, making sure he didn't rouse him.

Releasing his seat belt, Randy carefully lifted him from the car. Just as he was turning round the door to the house opened and Randy saw Alanna stood there.

"I thought I heard someone," Alanna said, shifting uncomfortably on the spot.

"Sweetheart, can you get the door while I get John upstairs," Randy said quietly, carrying his boyfriend over to the house.

Rather than responding, Alanna nodded her head and moved over to the hummer, taking the keys from Randy on the way passed.

"I need you to get the bedroom door as well," Randy continued.

"You can't seriously be carrying him upstairs, you'll do your back in," she complained.

"You get used to it," Randy replied quietly. "I'm surprised you're still up."

"Couldn't sleep," she said as they got to the top of the stairs.

"Maybe we could talk in a minute," Randy said, starting to struggle with John.

"I'm getting a hot cocoa and going back to bed," she said, opening the door and leaving him to it.

"Ally, please," Randy caught up with her after putting John down on the bed. "We need to sort this out."

"It's getting late, I want to get some sleep," she said heading to her room.

"What about your hot cocoa?" Randy reminded her.

"I changed my mind."

"Ran?" He turned on the spot and saw a sleepy looking John leant against the doorframe of the bedroom. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," he said melancholy. "She still won't talk to me."

"It's late. Try again tomorrow. Maybe you could do something, just the two of you," John suggested before yawning.

Randy started to make a quip about John's age, smiling at the man's tired stance, but he was quickly warned not to unless he wanted to spend the night in the spare room. Remembering his last encounter with the room, he thought against the comment and made his way over to John. He pulled the older man against him and kissed his head as John rested his weary body against Randy.

"How about we do the sappy love making tomorrow," Randy suggested. "I think we're both a little tired tonight."

"If you answer me one question," John said, still resting against Randy.

"What's that?"

"How many shirts did you try on before we left earlier?" he asked, looking over at the bed covered in dress shirts.

"I wanted to find the right one," Randy answered with his best attempt at a look of innocent.

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