A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates on this story. Slim to None has been so popular I was focused on that one. Trying to get back into the flow of writing but I've still been bad this week. Hope you all enjoy the chapter.
Randy pulled the car alongside the sidewalk a couple hundred yards from the school gates. Being sixteen he remembered what it was like having your parents drop you at school and pick you up and he didn't want to start Alanna's school year off on the wrong foot.
Although she had come around enough to start talking to him again, Randy still struggle to get any time with her, especially one on one. He had managed to persuade her to sit down so they could talk things through and although she listened to everything he said, Randy could tell she still wasn't happy with him.
Alanna was at least trying to be civil rather than ignoring him and leaving the room whenever he came in. John was being fantastic throughout the whole ordeal and was trying to play the middle ground and keep their little family unit close. Though Randy had to admit he knew how difficult that could be and he did his best to cause as little strife as possible.
Today though he was marking on his calendar as the day things were going to improve. With Alanna starting school it meant they wouldn't be in each other's pockets and have some proper time apart. For any teenager, they need a break from the parents, it may have be some time since he was a teenager but Randy could remember how it was when he was her age.
And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was becoming a little jealous of John. Since he yelled those angry words at her, her relationship with John had hugely improved and they were spending a lot of time together. They found out they had a lot more in common than they realised and would sit down laughing and joking over TV programmes and movies they'd seen.
Randy was trying not to let his jealousy show but he knew there had been a couple of moments when John rolled his eyes at him. When they were led in bed together Randy clung to John through the night, looking for the security of his lover's arms. John seemed to recognise that Randy didn't need to talk it through at these moments. He just wanted the assurance that he wasn't alone.
He'd give anything to go back in time and take his words back but Randy knew it was impossible.
"Ally before you go in," Randy started as Alanna opened the door to step out. "I was thinking maybe we could do something together, to celebrate you starting high school. Just you and me; I know John wouldn't mind."
"I guess," Alanna said turning back to the door. Randy could see she didn't really want to but he knew at the same time that he couldn't let it keep going or their relationship would be over.
"Why don't you think about what you want to do and let me know," Randy suggested. He hoped she could tell he wasn't going to push it as well as not letting the matter drop.
"Fine, whatever," she said.
"Okay, well if you haven't got too much schoolwork maybe we can do something tonight, when I pick you up," Randy said.
"Dad, can I just get to school please," Alanna said getting annoyed at the persistence of her father.
Randy nodded his head, a little disappointed his suggestion didn't seem to be moving anywhere with them. He watched her until she was into the school grounds and it suddenly struck him. His daughter was in high school. It seemed like only yesterday when he was picking her up from her first day at school in St Louis. He couldn't believe it.
He continued to sit there, stunned that the circumstances had only just occurred to him. He felt the tears well up in his eyes just as his phone rang and interrupted his thoughts.
"Hello… hey darling… I'm just about to start heading back… yeah everything's fine," he said wiping the tears away. "No… honestly, we didn't argue… maybe I annoyed her a little with my persistence… I'm not upset, well not about that at least… Johnny, my little girl's growing up. I just dropped her off for her first day of high school… yeah, I know, it just hit me when I saw her go in… I'm on my way back… I'm not going to be all mopey, just reminiscent… I'll see you in a little bit… I love you, too."
Randy put his phone down and pulled out into the traffic. If he still weren't angry with her, he might have been inclined to the send a message to Sam, sharing the moment with her, but even the thought of her at the moment was pissing him off. He'd let Alanna ring her tonight and talk her through the first day.
Instead, he was going home and spending the day with his partner. John deserved to share in his moment already. He already had in a way. John obviously knew him so well that he rang him, knowing he'd be emotional at that moment.
By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was beaming with pride. His daughter as starting high school and on top of that he had the perfect partner. Life couldn't get much better. He realised on the way home, that even with he and Alanna not getting along at this moment, every family has moments like that, he just had to ride this one out and let Alanna come to him when she was ready.
He entered the house, ready to seek out his partner and share in his revelation. He could hear soft music coming from the back of the house and he made his way through the family room out onto the lower deck. He stayed out of sight as he saw John murmuring to himself as he stood at the counter top of the outdoor kitchen.
Wondering what he was doing Randy snuck around and quietly made his way over to John, sliding his arms around the older man's waist.
"It's a bit early for dessert, darling," Randy whispered in John's ear. He kept his tone soft so he didn't distract John who was still concentrating on the text of the recipe book on the counter.
"I'm determined to do this, it didn't require actual cooking, I thought I'd give it a go," John said as he followed the directions.
"Need any help?" Randy said, reaching around to dip his finger into the ice cream, only to have it slapped away.
"No, now go change," John ordered. "I figure we can spend the day out here, maybe have a dip in the pool afterward."
"Sounds perfect," Randy said, squeezing his arms around John's waist.
"Yeah, well, you haven't had this yet, you might not want to use the word perfect," John muttered as Randy ran up the metal stairs leading to their balcony.
He went into the bedroom and fetched out his swimming shorts and stripped down. He realised he'd yet to kiss John and share his feelings with him, so he quickly changed into his shorts and grabbed a couple of towels from the bathroom for them to use, not sure if John had already thought of it.
He went back downstairs and led back in one of the sun lounger's and watched John's careful preparation, smiling when he heard John muttering to himself, as he finished the desserts. He was still smiling when John turned around presented the finished items. Making sure the humour didn't show on his face he inwardly laughed at how long it had taken John to complete Knickerbocker glory's.
"You know how hard it was to find a recipe which didn't involve cooking," John said setting Randy's dessert on the coffee table by the side of Randy. "I thought, 'ice cream, that can't be difficult'. Everything wanted to turn it into a cake. Cake meant cooking."
"Not that I'm complaining, but why have you done this?" Randy said feeding a spoonful of ice cream to John.
"I figured you'd be all emotional… and hey, I was right," John said repeating Randy's actions.
"I wasn't emotional. The occasion just hit home. I've been so concerned over getting her here and getting her settled in... I didn't take the time to realise, she's growing up; fast."
John smiled as Randy spoke his thoughts. He had already thought about how fast Alanna was growing up, but could see Randy's mind was too engrossed in the here and now and he didn't want to raise it.
"And I realised on the way back," Randy said. "I just have to let Alanna come to me when she's ready. I keep trying to push her to forgive me and have things back to the way they were. I can't do that, she's old enough to have her own mind, especially considering how much I hurt her."
John moved from where he was sitting and tapped Randy's leg indicating for him to move it. Randy adjusted his position so John could sit back against him and the pair lay back feeding one another the quickly melting ice cream. When Randy dropped some on John's shirt, he took John's dessert and told him to get down to his shorts, since he was the one to suggest a day by the pool.
Once John was topless, Randy suggested moving there fun poolside and they went down to the lower area to relax and finish their food. Their sat on the edge pool with their legs in the water, resting back on their elbows. In the end the ice cream melted, since they shared kisses and continued to talk as they ate, and when John complained about the effort he went to make them, Randy simply kissed him, pushing him gently back until he lay down on the ground with Randy hovering over him.
Randy suddenly grinned from ear to ear, reaching for John's glass of melted ice cream.
"What are you doing?" John asked seeing Randy with the glass.
"I don't want to waste it," Randy replied as poured a little onto John's stomach. As it turned out there wasn't much left, so he took his own glass and poured it onto John's chest.
"You better have plans, honey, I'm getting chilly," John complained with a smile.
"Oh I have plans, darling, don't worry" Randy said lowering his head to John's stomach and licking a strip of ice cream from his skin as he ran down his side. "By the way, this tastes fantastic."
"Me or the ice cream?" John asked laughing as Randy continued to lick the dessert from his body.
"Both," Randy said sounding serious as he made John squirm and he spent copious amounts of time on his abs.
"You've always been a sucker for me and ice cream," John said. "I remember-"
"No reminiscing, darling," Randy said cutting him off with a kiss. "Enjoy the here and now."
After Randy finished cleaning John of the dessert he continued his ministrations, heading back south. He jumped down into the pool and moved between John's legs, that same smile playing across his face.
Randy watched goose bumps appear on John's skin from his touch. He smile grew as he thought only his John could get goose bumps in the Florida sun. His fingers glided smoothly up John's inner thighs and then disappeared behind the swim shorts.
He let his fingers gently brush against John's balls causing John to jump from the sensation. He watched as well as he saw John's cock twitch beneath the material of his shorts. His eyes ran the course of John's body and settled when they connected with John's. Randy could tell John wanted him at that moment, but he wanted to have a little more fun before he gave in to John's lust.
Randy reached further up inside John's shorts and his fingers swept along the length of John's hardening cock. He pulled his hand back out from John's shorts and moved quickly to the waistband. He couldn't resist exploring a little further as his fingertips danced over John's abs and over to his hips, his fingers barely touching the skin, letting John squirm at the touch, wanting more than he was receiving.
He quickly grabbed the waistband, ordering John to lift his hips to remove the shorts. His eyes left John as he pushed back from the pool side and took in the sight of his lover hanging loose over the edge of the pool, completely lost in the moment.
Licking his lips, he smiled as he moved back in ready to devour his partner. John's cock already throbbing, waiting just for him, had been his since the first time they were in bed together. It turned him on to know no one else had laid claim to his man. John shivered under his gaze and Randy was in heaven. As he stood between John's legs once again, he couldn't resist just watching his lover, the sight of him was always amazing and he rarely took the time to appreciate it.
"Honey," John quietly pleaded.
Randy smiled softly at John and lowered down to John's body pressing light kisses down his stomach. He licked his lips from his desire building as he held John's shaft in his hand. He leant in and kissed the tip of John's cock, showing his love of John's body.
John gasped at the tender touch, and Randy felt him relax. He wasn't sure how he could relax any further than he already was, but still he felt some tension leave John. He moved John's legs onto his shoulders and then sank down onto John's cock. He moved a hand to rest on John's stomach, keeping him flat against the ground as he felt John begin to buck under him.
Pulling off from John's cock he licked the length causing him to moan. He continued to travel the length of John's cock, avoiding the tip purposefully causing John to get impatient. After so many years with John, he knew how to get the man excited and how to prolong his enjoyment. He couldn't help but smile as he thought back to when they first got together.
After the first time he'd given John a blowjob, which he himself was proud of, considering it was his first time ever, John always found a way out of getting another one. Then one night, after going for it again only to be denied, Randy lost his patience. He questioned John on whether he had enjoyed it or not. John ended up admitting that the sensation was indescribable as well as too much to handle.
Randy found it difficult to believe and thought John was taking the piss out of him. It was their first argument and John took nearly a week to convince Randy he wasn't lying. When they ending up in bed together, Randy went down on John again, trying even harder to impress John. Afterward, John made Randy promise only to do that when they were celebrating.
John's hand on his head broke him from his thoughts and he looked up into John's puzzled eyes.
"Sorry, thinking back to the promise you made me make," Randy said with a wink. "Does this count as celebrating?"
John's eyes rolled back as Randy spoke as he felt Randy's breath hit his cock, causing him to shiver once more.
Randy smiled once more and wrapped his lips around John's cock. He set to work and moved expertly over the tip of John's firm muscle.
Sliding all the way down in one motion Randy swallowed as John's cock hit the back of his throat. He kept his lips tight the entire way and sent John into his own heaven. He pinned John's hips down to the ground still as he tried to thrust up into Randy's mouth. He could hear John's breathing getting shallower and knew that was the only reason John wasn't swearing his head off.
He bobbed faster and harder as he felt John's hand grip his head, he sucked and licked taking every inch of John. He moved his free hand from John's leg and circled his finger around John's tight entrance.
Randy was straining in his own shorts now as well, his desire for John growing. The tip of his cock rubbed against the material which held him and he had to control himself. Not allowing himself to release his member and thrust it up into John's tight heat.
Instead he pressed his finger against John's opening and allowed himself to feel John's tightness around his digit.
"Oh fuucckk," John cried as Randy's pushed in far enough to brush his prostate.
Randy could feel John twitching in his mouth and knew he was about to cum, all he needed to do was one more movement. He jabbed his finger into John's prostate and immediately heard and captured John's orgasm.
"Fuuuccckkk… Rannddyy… fuuuccckkk," he screamed, holding Randy on his cock.
Randy's lips stayed locked around John, swallowing everything he gave him. John's hands left Randy's head in exhaustion, and Randy pulled himself from John's cock, letting his head rest against his lover's hips.
"I know you must be hard," John murmured. "You love doing giving me head."
Randy pulled himself out of the pool and lowered himself onto his lover so he could feel how hard he was.
"I don't get like this because I enjoy giving you head," Randy said. "It's because I love how responsive you are."
John dragged Randy in for a kiss and rolled him onto his back, coming over him. They lay in each other's arms kissing for a while until John decided he wanted to take it further. He moved down to Randy's chest and was just getting into the flow when he heard the phone ringing on the top deck.
"Ignore it," Randy said.
"What if it's important?" John asked looking at him. He hated leaving a phone ringing.
"Fine, but make it quick," Randy told him as John got up from where they lay and ran to answer the phone. "I'm taking a swim. Hurry back."
John through a smile over his shoulder as he answered the phone.
"Cena… oh hey, Greg, everything okay over there… right… no, hang on," he said to the manager of JC's. He leant over the barrier to lower level and told Randy he was taking the call inside so he may be a while.
Randy grumbled a little at losing out on his time with John but lowered himself back into the pool and figured that a swim would help his current situation. After a few lengths of the pool, he thankfully softened and was more comfortable as he set into what he knew was going to be a long, lonely swimming session.
He was up to his fortieth length when he'd had enough and decided he was going back inside. John's call was obviously taking longer than he'd planned and Randy wasn't going to wait around. He had plenty of other things to be getting on with in the meantime. John knew he wasn't the doting puppy type and wouldn't get upset that he didn't wait.
He swam to the pool steps and hauled himself up. As he was finding his footing, his foot slipped out from under him and he flew back off the steps, smashing his head onto the side of the pool. A second later everything was starting to turn black but he couldn't find his voice to call John.
"Alright, just keep me informed in the meantime… yeah, I'll pop by tomorrow, I need to pick up the paperwork either way," John said. "Thanks for letting me know… bye."
John hung the phone up and put it back on the stand, running his hand over his face. It wasn't what he needed to hear, but staff leaving was an inevitable part of being an employer. He went back out to the veranda, wondering if Randy would still be in the pool or if he had given up and moved inside.
"Ran you still here, honey?" he called moving to the steps to the lower yard. He looked over to the pool his heart started racing two to the dozen when he saw Randy face down in the pool. "Ran, honey."
He raced down to the pool and jumped in, turning Randy onto his back and dragging him over to the side of the pool. He held onto him as he climbed out and then hauled him from the water. Randy's head hung forward lifeless and John held him close as he lowered him to the ground.
"Ran, honey, please be okay," he cried as he checked for his pulse. Thankfully John found a strong pulse. He moved him into the recovery position, making sure he was able to breath. "Hold on honey, please."
John raced back inside the house and grabbed the phone from the kitchen. He dialled 911 and ran back outside to Randy. Kneeling by his side, John answered all the questions posed to him and told them to hurry and to enter from the side of the building so they could get into the backyard.
Within just a couple of minutes, the EMTs arrived.
"Can you tell me what happened, sir?" one of the EMTs asked.
"I was inside on a phone call. I came back out and found him face down in the pool," John said, tears threatening to fall. All sorts of thoughts were going through his head, he was going to have to let Alanna know what had happened; he'd have to ring Randy's parents and let them know. What was he going to tell them?
The EMTs loaded Randy onto the stretcher and John was at his side the entire time holding his hand.
"Is he going to be okay?" John asked as they went out to the ambulance sat in the driveway.
"We need to get him to the hospital, sir," the EMT said loading Randy into the back of the ambulance. John immediately jumped into the back, taking hold of Randy's hand again. The journey to the hospital was quick and in no time Randy was being stretchered into the ER to be taken a look at.
Just as they lifted him from the stretcher onto the hospital bed, Randy started to come around, his eyes searching out a familiar face, when their eyes connected, John's tears finally fell. He lifted Randy's hand to his lips and kissed him over and over.
"Mr Cena, we need to ask you to leave while we see to your friend," the doctor said.
"Boyfriend," John corrected without looking at the doctor. "And I'm not going anywhere."
"Mr Cena, if you want us to help, you're going to have to let us do our job," the doctor said sternly. "There's a relative's room down the hall. Take a seat in there and someone will let you know what's going on when we know more."
"No."
"Johnny," Randy said weakly. "Go, I'll be okay."
"Promise?"
"I promise," Randy said still very weak from the trauma.
John kissed his hand again and reluctantly backed out of the room. He stood in the corridor, unable to leave Randy by himself. He wanted to be there as soon as Randy asked for him. He was watching the doctor work, checking Randy's vital signs and such. After a few minutes, a nurse came out of the room to speak to him.
"Mr Cena, why don't I show you to the relative's room," the young nurse said.
"I want to be near him," John said the tears still falling though a little slower now.
"You will be, it's just two doors down," the nurse said showing him the way. John moved from where he stood and headed in the same direction, though looking back over at the door to the ER not wishing to take his eyes from Randy. "He's in the best hands; the doctor knows what he's doing."
"I'm sure he does," John said wiping his face free of the tears. "But that's my partner in there, I can't lose him."
"I'll keep you posted, as soon as we know anything then I'll let you know," the nurse said patiently as ever. "In the meantime, have a drink from the machine and try to remain calm."
John nodded and took a seat, tapping his foot impatiently. It had been less than a minute and he was already beginning to worry again. He needed to see Randy, make sure he was okay. He got up from his seat and started pacing the room, hoping it would lessen the stress in his body. It was a stupid idea of course since his mind kept wandering back to the sight of Randy lying face down in the pool.
His mind started asking the questions he didn't want to think about. What if he had stayed on the phone longer? What if he had been out for the day when it happened? He was working himself up so much he didn't hear the door open and the nurse walk back in. He spun around as he reached the wall during his pacing and startled the nurse at the sudden turn.
"I'm sorry," John said. "What's happening?"
"The doctor is sending Mr Orton for a scan, to look for any damage, but he's responding well," the nurse said. "And… he's asking for you."
John didn't even wait for the nurse to lead him back down to the ER, instead he pushed passed her and sprinted down, barging into the room and over to Randy.
"Mr Cena," the doctor said. "Please can you respect that this is a hospital. Not a wrestling ring."
"Not now doc," John said not looking away from Randy. "Are you okay, honey?"
"I'm okay, I think," Randy said with a small smile. "I have a headache."
"I'm not surprised. Honey, what happened?" John asked.
"I was getting out of the pool; my foot went out from under me… I guess I fell back," Randy explained.
"You scared me," John told him squeezing his hand.
"I see that; I'm sorry," Randy said in return.
"Don't apologise, you didn't plan this," John said, kissing Randy's hand again.
John stayed with Randy, never letting his hand go; until the time came he needed to go for his scan. Even then John never left his side, talking to him quietly the entire time, keeping him calm before his scan. He knew Randy hated them and the calmer he was going in the better it would be.
John waited outside while it took place and then was back at Randy's side the entire way back to the ER. They waited for an hour or two until the results came back and the doctor said there was no bleeding or fractures to the skull. Advising him rest and no strenuous activity, the doctor sent him home telling John to check on him regularly if he wishes to sleep.
Once the doctor gave them the okay to leave it was then that they realised Randy didn't have any proper clothes and even John was still in his swimming shorts. John called a taxi and they waited in the reception area of the hospital until it arrived with Randy resting against John.
"Sorry I scared you darling," Randy said as he looked into John's eyes.
"I told you not to apologise," John warned him.
A couple of minutes later and the taxi arrived and the pair climbed in the back receiving a look from the driver. John told him the address and the driver confirmed there would be a charge, seeing that neither man looked to be carrying a wallet.
"I'll pay when we get home," John said sternly. "As you can imagine, we left home unexpectedly. I didn't think to grab my wallet."
"Johnny," Randy said putting his hand on John's forearm to calm him as the driver pulled away from the hospital.
The trip was relatively short, but John knew as soon as they got there they would need to get changed and then be out the door again to pick Alanna up. Randy was clearly not to be left alone and John was going to have to drive them over to the high school.
Once they were home, John led Randy inside and could tell the driver was following him to the house. He settled Randy into the family room and went to get his wallet from the side to pay the driver, making sure not to give him a tip.
Going back to Randy he helped him up from the chair and up to their bedroom so they could both change. He helped Randy from his swim shorts and then fetched some clean clothes from the dresser, helping him into his clothes.
"Usually you help me out of my clothes," Randy muttered, sounding disappointed as John helped him get a shirt on.
"Not today, honey," John said quickly putting his own clothes on. "Today, and for the next couple of days, you aren't doing anything."
"So who's cooking?" Randy asked.
"I'm sure we can survive on takeaway for a couple of days. It'll give you a break anyway," John said carefully kissing Randy. "And I can always fire up the barbeque if need be."
"I love you," Randy said.
"I know I'm the amazing SuperCena," John said winking at Randy as he knelt in front of where he sat on the bed. "Now, lift your foot so I can do my impression of Prince Charming."
"Why both of you?" Alanna asked getting in the Bentley.
"Want to tell her honey?" John said turning to Randy receiving a scowl n return.
"I had an accident," Randy said turning to Alanna. "I was getting out of the pool, slipped and smashed my head on the side."
"Are you okay?" she asked panicking over her dad. "Did you see a doctor?"
"Johnny called 911, since I was unconscious," Randy explained.
"What? Are you sure you're okay? Are you sure you shouldn't still be in hospital?"
Randy tried to calm her down as John prepared to pull out into the traffic.
"Ally, sweetheart, I'm fine, just a heavy concussion," Randy said calming her down. "The doctor did a scan, there's no real damage. I just shook my brain up a bit."
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Alanna asked.
"Al, I couldn't leave him to pick you up," John said interjecting. "As soon as we're home, he's going to bed."
"No I'm not, I promised to do something with Ally," Randy said.
"Dad, your head is more important than some bonding thing with me," Alanna said. "I'm over it alright. I know you didn't mean it, but I'm teenager and I was sulking. Your health is more important."
"Thank you for that, but I still want to hear how your day went," Randy said trying to get them to allow him to stay up. He was a little tired but he could last a little longer. "If I start to get sleepy then I'll head upstairs to rest."
"My day was fine," Alanna said. "A typical first day at school. I have some reading to do and that's all so far."
"Did you make any friends?" Randy asked.
"I met some people, it takes a little longer than a day to make friends, dad," Alanna said shaking her head.
"Okay, well what are the teachers like? Are they all as horrible as the principal?" Randy asked turning his nose up at the thought of the woman.
"The teachers were fine, typical teachers," Alanna said, wishing her dad would stop with the questions. Right now, she was more concerned over his health. "Do you want me to cook tonight?"
"I was thinking takeaway tonight," John said looking back at her as they stopped at a red light.
"That's fine, but I'll cook the rest of the week; dad you have to take a break."
"I agree," John said looking at Randy with a smirk.
"Shut up and drive," Randy said pointing to the change in lights.
"Like that's anyway to speak to me, I saved your life."
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