A/N: Long over due I know. I was in the mood for some centon fluff and this story was it for me... next up will be the final chapter of Rock, Paper, Scissors
"Remind me again," Randy said quietly, raking his fingers through John's short hair. Randy lay on the sofa in the family room while John was perched in front of him on the floor with a couple of scatter cushions behind his back.
"I'll give you a massage every day for a week," John said with a small smile as he leant back into Randy's touch.
"And…"
"That part was a joke," John said tilting his head back to give Randy a stern look.
"It was the best part," Randy commented as his phone buzzed on the coffee table. John reached forward to grab it for him, handing it back over his shoulder.
"I'm not letting you get at my ass at the gym, either of them," John said with a shake of his head. "And before you suggest it, it won't be happening in the new pool either."
"No, no pool," Randy said opening the message. "I've had enough of those for a while. And besides, all six Star Wars movies for one round isn't much to ask."
"It is if it's anywhere but at home," John commented. "Now shush, I'm watching my movie, and we're on number two, so only four more to go."
Randy went back to the message on his phone.
ALANNA: ANY CHANCE OF HAVING SOME FRIENDS ROUND TONIGHT?
"Do you mind if Ally has some friends over?" Randy asked quietly again.
"Fine by me," he replied holding a bowl of popcorn up for Randy. "We can watch the rest of these upstairs."
Randy quickly sent a message back to Alanna to let her know it was okay and to check if they wanted food. Within a couple of minutes he had a message letting him know they would as well as asking the two of them to make themselves scarce for the evening.
"Do you think I embarrass Ally?"
"Yes," John said without even thinking about it.
"Cheers, darling knew I loved you for a reason," Randy said leaning over and putting his phone back onto the coffee table. As he moved back to the sofa, John caught him and kissed his briefly on the lips.
"You're her dad; all dads embarrass their kids. My dad embarrassed me, and I'm sure yours did as well; probably more so since he was on TV," John explained. "I didn't mean it as a slight against you. Why suddenly ask?"
"Ally wants us to make ourselves scarce when her friends are here," Randy explained.
"Not to raise issues but… maybe it's more to do with not wanting her friends to know her dad has a boyfriend rather than a wife or girlfriend," John suggested.
"She may not be one hundred per cent happy about it, but she's at least accepted it," Randy said. "It's more to do with the lies Sam told her."
"Ran, honey, don't get wound up," John said. "She'll come to terms with it in her own time. But for tonight, we can watch the movie's upstairs."
"Nothing like being back in the closet," Randy mused, going back to raking his hands through John's hair.
The couple went back to watching the movies, John more so than Randy. Randy was happy just to be spending time with his lover. Uninterrupted and without any drama. It seems as though a day had yet to go by in the last two months where something hadn't happened.
When John got uncomfortable on the floor, Randy pulled him onto the sofa while he went to make them something to eat and drink. When he came back to the family room with the food he also brought one of his recipe books so he could look through and find something to cook for tonight. He was now cooking for seven rather than three so he wanted to make something easy which didn't need a lot of work.
Once he'd found the pasta dish for the main course, unable to resist, he flipped to the desserts section to find something for John as a treat afterward. He loved cooking, and if he could cook something sweet for John, all the better.
"Find something," John asked as Randy put the book down on the floor next to where he sat on the sofa.
"Yep, and it won't take too long," Randy said tapping on John's leg.
John knew what Randy was looking for and moved over, keeping his leg slightly parted so they could curl up together.
"Mmm, I may just fall asleep for a while," Randy mumbled into John's neck as he got comfy.
"Okay, honey," John said kissing the top of his head.
"Don't let me sleep too long though, I need to get started on the food before Alanna gets home," Randy mumbled on.
"Got it, no sleeping passed three," John joked, aware of the time Randy liked to get started on the food for the night.
It wasn't long before John felt Randy's breathing even out and he knew he'd drifted off. He turned the sound down on the movie so it didn't wake him. The sound effects in the Star Wars movies could get a little loud at times and John didn't want it to ruin Randy's slumber.
After an hour or so, John's phone rang and he quickly answered it so the ringing didn't wake the sleeping Randy.
"Hello," he spoke quietly. "No, Randy's asleep… I would but we were led on the sofa when he fell asleep… Mom, what did you want?... Yeah, of course we're still okay to have you here… no Ally has her own room… You'll have to ask Randy about that, the kitchen's his domain… I'm not waking him up so you can ask him a question."
"I'm already awake, darling," Randy said groggily.
"Sorry, honey," John said covering the phone to speak to him.
"Who is it?" he asked running his hands over his face, trying to wake up.
"Mom wants to know if she can cook while she's here," John explained.
"Your mom, yes. Your dad, not so much," Randy said looking up when he heard the laughter on the end of the phone.
"Got that?... Okay, we'll see you in a couple of weeks… bye mom," John said ending the call. "Sorry I woke you."
"Well, I was sleeping, you really should make it up to me," Randy pouted at John.
"You're already getting a massage every day for a week, what more can you want? Wait, pretend I didn't ask that," John said getting up from the sofa and taking their plates over to the dishwater.
"I was going suggest a kiss, but since your mind is working overtime-" Randy said tilting his head to look over at John.
John came back and stood behind where Randy sat on the sofa and bent over and captured his lips. He loved giving Randy upside down kisses, especially when Randy started trying to pull him closer by the shirt.
Realising he hadn't paused the movie; John fumbled round on the sofa trying to find the switch when Randy ripped their lips apart.
"I'm glad I need to start preparing the food, you're more interested in the fucking movie than me," Randy snapped, pushing John away and getting up from the sofa.
He grabbed his recipe book and headed for the kitchen, half thinking about not cooking the dessert for John.
"Over-reactor," John quipped as Randy walked by.
"Star Wars Freak," Randy quipped back with a smile. When he got to the kitchen counter he put the book on his stand and started pulling out the ingredients he'd need for the meal. It was only something quick so he knew he could leave the preparation for a while. In the meantime he pulled out what he would need for John's dessert and set about making it while John was engrossed in his films.
Randy wasn't sure what he was going to do when they finally released the complete box set of all nine films. There was no way he could agree to watch all of them. Maybe he could get John to agree to a weekend away in exchange.
When he put the dessert in the oven to cook, he heard Alanna arrive home with her friends. He noticed John glance at the door when he heard the commotion and reach for the switch so he could stop the movie when the time came.
"Hey," Alanna said as she entered the room with her friends behind her.
Randy looked up from his book briefly and id a double take when he saw what some of Alanna's friends were dressed like. The three girls were wearing skirts so short that it would have made the divas of the attitude era blush, only these were on girls who were sixteen years old; they weren't even of legal age.
To really complete the outfits, the girls were wearing vest tops which covered only what they really needed to. Randy was grateful that Alanna was a girl of her own mind and wouldn't follow suit in what they wore. There was no way he was going to be able to take seeing Alanna in an outfit like that, not to mention if Sam saw her dressed like that.
Then of course, the young man who stood at the back of the group didn't look that brilliant either. Wait, there's a boy, why is she bringing him here? Is that a tattoo on his forearm?
"Dad… DAD…" Alannna called waving her hand in front of his face.
"Hey, sweetie, sorry I was distracted," Randy said trying to drag his eyes away from the young boy who was invading his home.
"Whatever, we're going into the den for a bit," Alanna said walking away. "How long until dinner, we're starved?"
"I'm only just starting it so maybe forty minutes," Randy said. "Are you at least going to introduce your friends."
Alanna sighed in frustration, Randy knew he was probably being the embarrassing dad he didn't want to be, not to mention what Alanna didn't need him to be, but he wanted to know the names of these girls… and the boy.
She pointed to each of the girls, names like Brianna, Chloe, and Ava, don't ask him which ones were which because he was more interested in who the future criminal was called. That name would remain front and centre as long as he was hanging on his daughter.
"…and that's Brad. Everyone that's my dad Randy, and that's John, my dad's friend," she said before trying to shuffle them out of the room.
"How old are you Brad?" Randy said stopping Alanna's desperate exit strategy.
"Randy," John said with a warning tone.
He was glad to have John there as his conscious because if not he wouldn't know when to stop with the inquisition. This Brad would never be able to do anything to sway his opinion and being old enough to have a tattoo and still want to go after a sixteen year old meant he was signing his own death warrant.
"You two are going out later, right?" Alanna asked pointedly before Brad had the chance to answer Randy's question.
"Yeah, Ally, we'll finish the movie upstairs," John said.
"You have an entertainment room upstairs?" one of the girls asked, more to Alanna than John. Randy could see Alanna's eyes cringe slightly at the thought of her friends knowing her father was gay. It would come out eventually, if they didn't already know, but neither he nor John would upset her just for the sake of pride.
"There's a room with a large TV, not so much an entertainment room," John said skirting the issue.
Alanna finally managed to find an end to the conversation and led the group of teenagers through to the den. Once dinner was ready, he and John would disappear outside to eat while Alanna and friends would take over the family room. From there he and John could spend the evening in their 'entertainment' room they called a bedroom. If the kids weren't downstairs he may have tried to distract John from the movies which were left to watch.
When they heard the door click to the den, John turned his head to Randy with a smirk.
"He's a little young for you, honey," John joked.
"More like a little old for my daughter," Randy argued.
"What makes you-"
"Did you see that tattoo on his forearm? You've got to be at least eighteen to have a tattoo done," Randy said pointing the knife he was using toward the door which the teenager was behind.
"Ran, honey, calm down," John said laughing at his overreaction.
"And what about those gi-" Randy stopped what he was saying when he heard the door to the den open.
John turned back to his movie, amused at Randy's fatherly instincts to protect his daughter. He tilted his head to see Alanna coming in and he knew why Randy had stopped mid flow. She was getting some drinks for everyone as Randy was cutting up the chicken for his pasta meal.
"How was school, Ally?" John asked, trying to ease the tension in the room.
"Good, we've been given a project to do in history about the local area, which is cool I get to find out more about this place," she explained. "We've been put into groups."
"That why you invited them round?" Randy asked, interested in his daughters school work.
"No, they're my friends and I want to get to know them better," Alanna said walking out of the kitchen in a huff.
"What did I say?" Randy asked chucking the chicken into the frying pan.
"Don't interfere in her social life, she won't appreciate it," John said getting up from the sofa and going to Randy, wrapping his arms around his waist as he cooked.
"Since when would you know? You're not a father," Randy chided.
"May not be, but I'm both a younger and bigger brother, with two interfering parents. When we started dating, all of them wanted to tell me what to do," John said letting Randy's comment slide.
"She's sixteen; she'll do what she likes. And the more you tell her not to, she'll want to do it even more."
Randy prepared the rest of the meal and put it in the pan to steam before turning in John's arms, pulling him into him.
"I hate that you're so wise," Randy complained softly before capturing John's lips.
John let the kiss deepen and they were soon tangling tongues as Randy rested against the kitchen island. Randy loved it when they kissed. When they first started it was all about the urgency, the need to taste one another, to find the nearest bed, wall, any surface for that matter, and devour each other. Now, they loved to take their time, gently exploring each other as they kissed. Randy knew all of John's buttons. Knew which ones to press if he needed him, more importantly, knew which ones to miss when they didn't have the time or privacy. Randy only broke the kiss because the timer sounded and he had to finish the food.
"The tattoo's fake," John said that as he took his seat on the sofa again.
"What makes you say that?"
"It has bits missing from the design," John said smiling.
"I don't like him," Randy commented. "And Ally better not start dressing like those girls."
"What are you going to do if she does? Lock her in her room," John joked.
"Yes."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Please review :)