A/N: You can tell I'm off work this week... two updates in one day... likely to be an update on rock, paper, scissors as well providing i can get it written before I go to Raw tonight. Doors open in four hours so I'l see what i can do. If not it will go up tomorrow.

John jumped awake as there was a loud knock on the bedroom door.

"I'm off to catch the bus," Alanna said through the door at John and Randy. John padded across the room and opened the door. He received a slight chuckle from Alanna as she took in his sleepy nature that morning. "Is dad still sleeping?"

"We both were," John said rubbing his face.

"Well, I made breakfast, there's enough for the two of you," she explained as they headed downstairs. "And I put the coffee on; it should be ready in a couple of minutes."

"Ally, cutie… I know I shouldn't say this, but you are far too awake for this time of the morning," he joked as she picked up her bag and coat. As she turned to go Randy was stood in the doorway, looking as groggy as John.

"This may be a lot to ask but can you not have an accident today," Alanna joked, kissing her dad on the cheek before leaving.

Randy didn't even have chance to respond as she ran out the door, shouting her goodbye before closing the door. He groggily made his way over to the island, planning on cooking when he saw two plates of food already waiting for him and John.

"I'm going back to bed," Randy said, turning on his heel and heading to the staircase.

"You only just got up," John said. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, John," he said snapping a little, immediately regretting it. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, sighing a little. "I'm sorry."

"What's the matter?" John asked stepping into Randy's body and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I feel fine; but no one is letting me live. Everything is done for me. I've been sat on my ass for four days. You won't let me cook, go to the gym, what else am I supposed to do with my time?"

"Relax. Once upon a time, you loved getting injured… it meant you were able to live a normal life," John said squeezing his arms gently still wrapped around Randy.

"John we use to work near enough every day of the year. Of course I enjoyed getting to be at home. But now I'm at home, cooking and going to the gym are my hobbies," Randy complained unlinking John's arms and heading upstairs. He didn't like to take it out on John but he needed to let off some steam and John was there.

He fell into bed and hid under the duvet, no longer interested in finding something to do. He'd probably end up watching the TV all day anyway. He was up there for another five minutes before John joined him back in bed, once again wrapping his arms around Randy's waist, kissing all over his neck.

"I can think of something that you'll like, I'd even call it a hobby, for both of us," John said.

"Really, and what's that?" Randy asked trying not to smile as John's actions.

John didn't reply, he simply reached down and massaged Randy's cock through his pyjama bottoms. Randy wasn't having any of that. As much as he loved John's slow, almost methodical explorations of his body, Randy wanted to take charge in at least one aspect of his life. He stopped John's hand and then rolled over, pushing John onto the mattress, lying atop him.

"I don't recall giving you permission, darling," Randy said pressing down hard on John's hands. He rolled his hips against John, grinding their cocks together until they were both hard. "Now, what am I going to do with you today?"

"Be nice to me," John suggested, knowing it would never happen. Randy reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube. He tugged on his pyjama bottoms, lowering them down to release his cock, kicking the bottoms off the rest of the way.

"Strip," Randy ordered, climbing off of John so he could move.

"Do I at least get some music?" John asked standing up on the bed above Randy. Randy smirked at John and grabbed the remote from John's nightstand and hit the button for the radio.

As the music came on, John started swaying his hips and teased Randy by pulling on his shirt, revealing his abs, before lowering the shirt down again. Randy sat against the headboard unable to stop from stroking his cock. It had been a while since he had made John do this and the sight was perfect.

John eventually took his shirt off and threw it at Randy with a smirk, knowing Randy was enjoying the view. He started moving his hands over his body, making Randy take note of every muscle. He couldn't stop smiling when he saw Randy's hand moving faster as his own hands moved to the waist band of his pyjama bottoms. Before he went any further, he jumped off the bed with a thud and scampered to the dresser where they kept the couple of toys they owned.

"What are you doing?" Randy asked stopping his hand movements, though John heard the hitch in his voice, telling him he was getting closer to a release.

"I'm nowhere near finished, and you're getting closer to yours," John said seriously. "I thought you might like to take a turn wearing it."

He threw the cock ring at Randy as he stood on the bed, ready to resume his striptease, but before he could start again, Randy wrapped himself around John dragging him down to the mattress, pulling his pyjama bottoms down at the same time, finally revealing John's hard cock.

"Just for that, I'm going to pound your-"

"Oh dear god."

Both Randy and John looked up at the voice, a little shocked when they realised they weren't alone, but not as horrified as the man stood in the doorway.

"Why me? Why is it always me?" he said turning around and walking out of the room.

Although they should have been embarrassed at getting caught, John and Randy couldn't help but laugh at the reaction they received.

"Honey, why don't you go and stop Cody from scratching his eyes out while I take a shower," John suggested.

"Okay, but if I find him in this condition it might make things worse," Randy joked pulling John from the bed.

"Then put some clothes on," John said rubbing Randy before heading into the en suite.

"Not helping darling," Randy said pulling out some clothes. He pulled on one of his workout shirts and his sweatpants, hoping they would be more comfortable in his current condition, but when he put them on he knew there was no chance he could cover up his condition. He cursed John for being sexy as he pulled on a pair of jeans, finding them too tight.

Giving up, he led back on the bed, imagining John in the shower and quickly stroked himself off.

"Fuck," he groaned as quiet as possible. Tucking himself back into his now comfortable pants, he went into the en suite to wash up, meeting John as he left the shower.

"How's Cody?" John asked.

"I haven't got down there yet," Randy said sheepishly, holding his hand out for John. "Have a treat."

"Randy," John scolded before smiling and taking hold of Randy's hand, cleaning it off with his tongue.

Randy finished cleaning himself up, leaving John to get changed, but not before grabbing his ass on the way by, and made his way downstairs. He looked around trying to find Cody but he was nowhere to be seen. It was only when he went to pour himself a coffee, realising it was still hot, he looked out on the patio and found Cody sat out on the steps leading to the lower deck.

He poured some coffees, leaving one for John when he got down, and took one out for Cody. As he took a seat next to the man on the steps, he handed it over.

"Calmed down yet?" he asked not looking at the man since he was struggling to keep a straight face.

"Seriously, it's always me. First with the screaming, now this, what's wrong with you two?" Cody ranted, letting it off his chest.

"Okay, look, the screaming… I wasn't expecting John to be that loud; I guess I just hit the right spot," he said laughing. "Next time I promise… I'll make him use a pillow."

"You think this is funny?" Cody asked still pissed off.

"Actually, yes, you're overreacting," Randy said. "Be embarrassed, but don't act like an asshole. Everybody gets caught, and someone has to catch them. You just happened to catch us today."

"I didn't need to see you two naked," Cody snapped.

"How much did you really see?" Randy said, a little frustrated with Cody's attitude. "And may I remind you, you were the one to let yourself into our home and then come up to our bedroom. What you expecting to find?"

"I don't know," Cody said standing up and walking down the steps to get away.

"Honey, can I put this breakfast in the microwave?" John called from the kitchen.

Randy stood from where he was sat, taking Cody's empty cup back into the house with him. He was pretty sure there was something else on Cody's mind, and walking in on him and John wasn't helping. He went back in to see what food Alanna had left for them, wrapping his arms around John in the process.

"It'll be fine," Randy said resting his chin on John's shoulder. "Do you want an egg with it?"

"How long will it take?" John asked.

"A couple of minutes," Randy said stepping away from John and pulling out his frying pan.

"You alright?" John asked.

"I think there's something wrong with Cody," Randy said. "He was getting angry about catching us together."

"Angry?" John asked, confused over Cody's behaviour. "Why's he here anyway? I didn't realise they were in town."

"I didn't get that far," Randy said. "Do you want to see if he's eaten yet? I can do some scrambled eggs for him if he likes."

John went out onto the veranda and saw Cody pacing the lower deck. John thought he saw Cody talking to himself at one stage but dismissed it. He was obviously deep in concentration and he didn't want to disturb him just yet so it went back in to Randy.

"I should just cook some. You know he'll eat it either way, he' a bottomless pit," John said.

The two men went about their usual routine while Cody was outside and once Randy had finished the breakfast, he and John went out to the Veranda to eat. They called Cody, and he sat eating with them, but the usually chipper man was downbeat, barely responding to anything John and Randy said.

Randy and John could both tell there was something wrong when Cody started pushing his food about his plate, not really eating it.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Randy asked, putting his own knife and fork down.

Cody and John both looked at him, and John held in a laugh as he saw the stern serious big brother side of his boyfriend's personality come out.

"Nothing," Cody said with a shrug.

"That's a blatant lie. You're overreacting and now you're not eating," Randy said.

"I just noticed the time. I've got to meet Rob at the gym. See you later, honey," he said giving Randy a look which he hoped told him to go easy on him, before kissing him gently. "Codes, you sticking around?"

"No, I just needed to get away for the day," Cody explained. "I've got a flight early morning; I'm booked into a hotel in Tampa."

"Okay, well if you're gone before I get back, have a safe trip," John said before heading inside.

He hadn't planned on going to the gym today, but thought it might be a good idea, considering Cody's frame of mind. If anyone was in with a chance of getting anything out of him then it would be Randy. He jogged upstairs and changed into his workout gear before heading out to his Mustang.

The half hour trip to Hard Nock's flew by and before he knew it he was pulling into the parking lot of the gym. He noticed a good amount of cars in the lot and he smiled inwardly as he thought about how many people were using the facility. When he went in, his best friend, Rob headed over to greet him.

"Didn't think you were working out this week," Rob said. "How's Randy?"

"He's good, back to his bad self," John joked. "He's chomping at the bit to get back here."

"Let me guess, you won't let him," Rob said sarcastically as they headed to the back office. "Too worried about your boyfriend."

"What's up with your boyfriend's sorry ass?" a voice asked from behind.

John spun around and saw Ted stood there with a towel over his shoulder, obviously in the middle of a tough workout.

"Ted, Cody didn't say you were in town," John said and immediately regretted it when he saw Ted tense up. He was starting to work out something had gone wrong between the two of them, since they were both acting off.

"So what's up with Randy?" Ted asked changing the subject.

"He was knocked unconscious last week, slipped when he was climbing out of the pool," John said, his heart speeding up as he thought about how close he came to losing his partner.

"Tell him to stop being a clumsy oaf," Ted joked.

"Yeah well, I was inside when it happened, he landed in the pool," John said gulping back the tears as he explained. "I almost lost the clumsy oaf."

"Shit, John, I'm sorry. Why didn't you guys call and let us know?" Ted said.

"I was too preoccupied with making sure he was okay… which he is," John said his heart calming down. He dumped his bag in the office and took a seat as Ted came in afterward. John indicated for Ted to close the door and take a seat himself. "What's up with you and Cody?"

"What makes you think-"

"We had an unexpected visit this morning, ruined my fun may I add, he's snapping, not eating. Then when I mention his name to you, you visibly tense up," John lectured. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Ted said clearly trying to downplay what was going on.

"Oh, please, you two spend more time together than Randy and I, and we live together," John said with a chuckle, trying to keep things light. When Ted didn't respond he shook his head. "Ted, come on, I'm one of your best mates, and if you can't talk to me then who are you going to talk to."

"Things are weird at the moment," Ted admitted.

"Weird in what way?" John asked.

"Ever since we started working closely again, things have changed," Ted explained. "It's like the friendship was changing."

John wondered where this was going considering the observations he, Randy, and Alanna had made the last couple of times the two men had visited. They could all see how Ted and Cody would get lost in each other when they were talking, how a hand would linger when they touched. It wasn't a huge leap to think Ted and Cody may have started to notice as well. For two straight men to go through something so life changing was extremely difficult. He and Randy could testify to that.

"We were literally spending 24 hours a day with each other. We travel together, we work together, hell, we both earn enough to book a suite at every hotel we stay at, yet somehow we always share a room still," Ted ranted. "Even when we aren't working we're spending time together, either going to yours or heading to one of our homes."

"There's nothing wrong with that, Ted," John said, keeping it simple.

"I know; I just think we're spending too much time together," Ted admitted. "So I told him that."

John took a deep breath, trying to think of what to say.

"You're an idiot," John said, realising that wasn't what he wanted to say. "I mean, Randy and I, even before we started a relationship, both straight men, were exactly the same. It was only when Randy got together with Sam that we didn't spend our off days together. You need a friend you share everything with. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Cody and I aren't gay, John," Ted snapped. "We aren't you and Randy."

"Didn't say you were," John shrugged. "Randy and I were best mates, still are. We just found there was something we were hiding, from ourselves more than each other. It doesn't mean that you are Cody are going to go the same route."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap," Ted apologised. "I just… sometimes I look at Cody and I'm not looking at him like a friend should."

"It sounds to me like you need to do some soul searching," John said. "Look, Randy and I kissed, long before we got together, but I didn't cut him out of my life while I came to terms with my sexuality."

"I heard it was a couple of months," Ted said.

"Try more than a couple of years," John said. "We kissed when he found he was going to be a father, didn't get together until Al was four."

"How could you continue spending all that time with him? You two were working so close together for years," Ted asked confused.

"Because when you're on the road as much as you are in this business, you need someone you're that close to," John said. "It doesn't mean you're gay. Randy and I just realised we were."

"What was the final clue?" Ted joked.

"For me..?" John asked smiling. "I went out with the some of the guys; they were all checking this girl out. I was checking out her boyfriend."

"And Randy?" Ted asked laughing.

"He tells me I kept popping into his head at inopportune times," John said with a knowing smile.

"How did that make him realise? It just means he was still fighting with it, surely," Ted said confused.

"Apparently the image always helped…" John started to say. "Well you know…"

"Too much information," Ted said turning his nose up.

"You asked," John said as he heard his cell phone ringing. He smiled when he saw it was Randy ringing. "Hey honey, thinking of me again?"

Ted indicated he was going back to his workout and he closed the door as he left as John continued his conversation with Randy, who was telling him about what happened with Cody.

"Doesn't sound like you had much luck," John said. "Well I've had a mini breakthrough… Ted's here at the gym. Pretty much admitted he's been thinking about Cody in a different light… I know, but he told me he told Cody they needed to spend some time apart; it's probably why Cody's not himself. Doesn't know what to do without Ted… okay, well I might as well get a work out in while I'm here… No doubt you'll be thinking about me getting all sweaty and… I'm not getting naked, honey… you can if you like though, we did get interrupted this morning… it might be nice to finish it off… I can't, honey, someone might come in… there is no lock on the door… behave it'll only be another couple of hours… alright, I love you too… bye."

A/N: Hope you all enjoy... please review