A/N: Hope you all enjoy...

Randy had to admit, today was turning into one of the best days of his year. It was perfect sunshine as he strolled through the park with his partner. After their usual morning routine, which had changed considerably since Alanna had moved in with them, John had suggested spending the day outside.

As they were about to hop in the car and take a ride over to one of the beaches, Randy suggested walking around the vicinity of their home. There was a park nearby which he and John could sit out in and enjoy and there was even a wooded area they could stroll through if they wanted.

And that was exactly what they had wanted to do about half hour ago. The woodland walk, as it was signposted was full of beautiful scenery and Randy loved the way the filtered through the leaves onto the path. And since it was a weekday there weren't huge amounts of people about, which gave him plenty of chance to be more up close and personal with John.

He was thinking about leaving him off the path so they could have another liaison, but he thought the chances of persuading John to let that happen a second time in the same year was small. Maybe next year he could take John somewhere and convince him.

Instead, Randy was content to walk along simply holding John's hand and kissing him whenever he felt like; which seemed to be quite frequent today. Like at this very moment as he tugged John into his side and spun him into his arms, ducking his head down, latching his lips onto John's neck.

"Mmm, Ran," John said with a smile. "I don't know what's got into you today; but I like it."

"Good, because as long as I have you to myself," Randy said, his lips still marking up John's neck. "I'm going to be attacking you."

"Just remember we're in public," John said pulling away with a smirk.

"I know, I know; I've got to have a certain amount of discretion," he said making sure his arms stayed around locked around John so he couldn't get away. "But right now, we're alone. There's no one here except us."

"You are not getting in my pants out here, Orton. So don't even try it," John said, unlatching Randy's arms from his waist. "If you want it that bad, you can walk me home."

Randy stopped in his tracks and took a look at the time on his watch. They were about ten minutes into the woodland walk, and a further thirty minutes from home. Forty minutes… can they get back home and still have enough time to have their fun before Ally got home. The last thing she needs is to get home and hear them going at it. The only way they were going to have time was to have a quickie and both men preferred to take their time when they were in bed.

"How about a quickie?" Randy said causing John to stop in is tracks and look at Randy with a bemused face.

"Honey, I've said to you we're not ge-"

"No, I mean at home," Randy said explaining his comment. "If we head back now, we get back in time to have about fifteen minutes alone time before Ally gets home."

"Is there any point in trying to fight you," John said shaking his head, though his face was beaming at the same time.

"It's been a little while, and I want you so bad," Randy said pulling John to him.

"Well… we did get interrupted last time," John admitted taking a deep breath, letting Randy's scent infiltrate his senses. "Fine, quickie it is."

Randy clung to John and spun him around so they were facing the way they came. Just the thought of spending some quality time with John was enough to get his body to react and he knew John could feel it as well. He hastened John along the path, if they picked up speed they may get a little more time.

Unable to help himself, Randy attached his lips to John's exposed neck as his hands slipped up and under his shirt, feeling the body he loved so much.

"Okay, honey, you've got to control yourself," John said trying to get away from Randy's travelling hands. "We've got a long walk and you will end up popping the cork before we get there. And that would just be a waste."

"Well, if you help me out now it would give me enough time to get worked up again," Randy said with a devilish grin.

"Keep dreaming… and keep walking," John said smiling back at Randy.

Randy wiped the grin from his face but was still smiling as he caught up with John and wrapped his arm around his lover's shoulders. He knew he was the luckiest man in the world to have his best friend as his lover. His day was definitely perfect.

"Since you won't be nice to me and help me out, you may need to help sober me up," Randy hinted in John's ear. "Because I'm a little drunk on you."

"Tipsy maybe," John joked as he looped his own arm around Randy's waist. "But, to be nice I have the perfect way to sober you."

"What?" Randy said, daring him with his eyes.

"You agreed Ally could have her new boyfriend over for tea," John said.

That little fact was enough to sober any father. He hated the fact that his little girl was grown up enough to have a boyfriend. There was nothing he could do to stop it, and as much as he wanted to, he wouldn't even try to stop her. But just the thought of someone dating his daughter was wrong. And knowing his luck, it was going to be Brad, the most inappropriate boy for her.

John had told him, numerous times, that if Sam hadn't have been attracted to him, the 'inappropriate' man then Alanna wouldn't even be born. Of course, Randy being Randy simply quipped back that he should've worked out he was gay quicker, then he wouldn't have needed to get divorced before they could have been together.

His own personal calm and collected Superman, John, always told him the truth though. Yes, it would have been easier all round if Randy had he had known they were gay, but truth is, Randy couldn't live without his daughter. She was his whole world and if he weren't with Sam then Alanna wouldn't be here.

The only Randy ever corrected him on; both Alanna AND John were his whole world. Ever since meeting John, he couldn't imagine his life without him in it, long before they were a couple.

Randy kissed the side of John's head softly whispering an 'I love you' as the one piece of information had sobered him. It took his mind away from sex and brought it back down to earth. There was plenty of time to enjoy each other when they got home… well maybe not plenty of time, but Randy would still enjoy his lover's body.

Soon enough the forty minutes was down to five and they were back inside the gated community where they lived. Randy was finding it difficult to hide his smile, as John was starting to play at the waistband of his jogging shorts, dipping a finger in to see if there were any boxers. His smile grew even wider as John was unable to find them.

"What are you doing?" Randy whispered, pulling John in front of him so he could press against him.

"Getting you excited."

"You'll be lucky if we make it through the front door. I'd be happy to do it on the front lawn," Randy said.

"I'm not going to be arrested for indecent exposure honey," John said admonishing Randy, though Randy could still see a smile on his face.

Before they knew it they were on their street and Randy still had John pulled tight to him, to let him feel how much he wanted him, but mostly because he wanted him so much, everybody would be able to see the evidence.

As they walked up the drive, John turned to Randy and pulled him into a passionate kiss, one they had both wanted since they were on the woodland walk. Their tongues mated as Randy pushed John back against the door to the house, searching out the door key in his pocket.

Randy fumbled around trying to get the key in the lock, hoping John wouldn't come out with some quip about getting it in. Just as he managed to fit the key in the lock and turned the handle, John surprised him, jumping up and wrapping his legs around his waist. At least he attempted to. Just as he jumped, Randy opened the door and between the surprise and the door opening, both of them lost their balance and toppled into the house, falling on the floor of the foyer.

The pair stayed there for a moment, shocked, amused and embarrassed all in one.

"That wasn't as sexy as I hoped," John said looking sheepishly at Randy.

"Maybe a little warning next time, darling," Randy said lowering his lips to John's as he kicked the door shut.

Randy held John down against the floor, letting the kiss build, desperate to enjoy the taste of his lover's mouth, until he saw the time on his watch.

"We have fifteen minutes," Randy said tearing his lips from John. "Since going upstairs would waste time, can I just screw you right here?"

"You used to be romantic," John said mildly complaining.

"Really? When?"

"I remember one occasion. I'm sure there were candles," John said with a smile letting his fingers wander under Randy's shirt.

"Next… time…" Randy said between kisses, kicking his shoes off before reaching down and pulling John's from his feet.

When he turned back, John pulled him down into a searing kiss as they each started ripping at clothes, trying to tear them off one another. Less than a minute later, both men were naked but Randy was distracted as he seemed to be contemplating something.

"Honey, what?"

"Lube, where's the closest bottle, darling?" Randy asked.

"Screw the lube," John said, pushing Randy onto his back and moving down his body. He gripped his rock hard cock in his hand and pumped him a couple of times before taking him into his mouth.

Randy's eyes rolled back into his head as John expertly worked his cock, making him as moist as he needed him. To save time, Randy quickly moistened his fingers and trailed them down, circling John's entrance, before pushing a finger in. Considering it had been a while since they were able to actually be together, Randy knew John would need a little prep work. When John finished his work, Randy pulled his finger out before rolling John onto his back.

"I wish this didn't need to be as quick, but we're running out of time," Randy said kissing John gently as he lined his cock up with John's entrance.

"I know, honey," John said running his hand over Randy's chest. He took a sudden intake of breath as Randy pushed in, immediately hitting his spot. "Oh god, already honey?"

"I love you," Randy said with a smirk, purposely not answering John's comment.

Randy pulled out slowly and thrust in hard, getting faster with each thrust. Really he wanted to be upstairs in bed, or maybe out on the veranda, John squirming underneath him as he pushed him closer to the edge, having first made him so hot he was begging for it. Alas, they only had a short time and they both just needed the release.

With every stroke, Randy pushed into John's prostate, pushing his orgasm closer. He kept his eyes locked with John's the entire time, wanting to convey just how much he loved him.

"Fuck… honey… oh my god, this is good," John moaned, his eyes rolling back.

"No, darling, keep your eyes on me," Randy instructed, his breath ragged. "I want to see everything you're feeling."

"Honey… I feel ready to explode already," John moaned snaking his arms around Randy's neck.

Randy smiled softly down at John, hooking John's legs around his waist as he pushed deeper inside. This was something they both needed and he made a mental promise to make sure he and John spent more time alone, worshipping each other's bodies.

"Want to cum darling?"

"Fuck… yes… oh god… please," John cried as he reached his edge.

"Take me with you," Randy whispered, his lips brushing John's ears as he spoke.

Randy was definitely in heaven when he felt John's walls contract around him as John's orgasm washed over him, his cum shooting out all over his upper body.

"Fuck," John breathed. "Honey?"

"Right… there… fuuuucccckkk darling… Johnnnnyyy," Randy cried as his load exploded into John tight cavern. "Damn it, I need more time with you."

"I love you too," John smiled as Randy slipped out. "And I'm going to be feeling that later."

"I didn-"

"No. Before you even go there, no," John said laughing a little as Randy helped him up from the floor, grabbing their clothes at the same time. "Trust me; you've gone harder on me… a lot harder in fact. I just meant it's been a while."

"Mmm, you were a little tight," Randy mused as they made their way upstairs to the bathroom.

"Here's me thinking you got bigger," John said as he switched the shower on. "Now put some clothes on and go start dinner. We don't need Ally working out what we've been up to."

Randy grimaced as he realised it wouldn't be long before Ally was bringing her new boyfriend home. In a way he was pleased she was bringing him, at least it meant she wasn't ashamed of her family. Of course, she'd avoided the whole gay topic with her friends but that was only to be expected. Or was it.

Randy and John had come out years back, they were living together here in Florida and even the commentators mentioned it on air. Okay, not directly, but it was still mentioned about them being closer than friends. Hell, magazines had even mentioned them as good role models for kids, showing there was nothing wrong with being gay, yet for some reason, Ally didn't want her friends to know.

He threw on a fresh t-shirt and put on some jeans, leaving his dirty clothes for John to sort out. The laundry was far from his domain. He made his way downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen to start the dinner. Just as he was getting going, he heard the shower stop upstairs and John padding around the bedroom, getting changed. He loved John to bits but how did one man make so much noise getting changed.

A couple of minutes later, John came downstairs, his arms full of their dirty clothes and the towels from his shower. Before disappearing into the laundry room, he stopped and kissed Randy, causing the younger man to smirk.

"What?" John asked puzzled.

"It feels like we're only just getting up," Randy said with a smirk. "Me at the counter cooking and you bringing down the washing."

"Yeah, but it's been a while since we've had a morning session," John said winking, stepping into the laundry room.

"Johnny, can I ask you something," Randy called.

"What, honey?"

Just as he was about to answer, he heard the front door open and two sets of feet enter the house. John came back into the kitchen, letting Randy know he needed his towel before he put on the machine.

"After dinner," Randy said, more interested in why it was taking Alanna so long to come through from the foyer.

"Hey," she called as she entered the kitchen, holding hands with Brad.

"Hey, cutie how was school?" John asked as he took a seat opposite where Randy was working.

"School was school," Alanna replied, with a non-committal shrug.

Randy was a little shocked, though he tried not to show it. Alanna had always been enthusiastic about her schooling, enjoying most of the projects she was working on. He hoped it wasn't down to the fake-tattoo-wearing boyfriend.

"Brad, I hope you like bolognaise," Randy said menacingly eyeing him up.

"Yes sir," Brad said in return obviously trying to stay too polite for Randy's taste.

"We're going into the next room for a while," Alanna said giving her dad a warning stare.

Randy continued cooking the dinner, barely acknowledging John as he talked to him about his plans for the next day. He was listening to everything John was saying, he just couldn't respond how he should be. He could see John smirking at him and Randy apologised for seeming uninterested.

John let him off the hook and went to the fridge to get some juice. Before pouring himself and Randy a glass he went through to the den. Without thinking twice he opened the door and stood stock still at the sight before him. Sat on the couch, legs slightly entwined, were Alanna and Brad; kissing. Time seemed to slow down as John drank in the sight, but he was soon pulled back into real time as Alanna screamed at him.

"What are you doing? Get out of here, John," she yelled.

"I'm sorry, I ju-"

"Go," she yelled at him, her face as red as what John felt his was. No doubt Alanna was as embarrassed as he was.

"Hey, what's-"

Before Randy could get into the room, John stopped him, pulling the door close so he couldn't see what he'd seen. It was embarrassing for he and Ally; Randy would just lose his cool and try and massacre the poor teenage boy.

"It's nothing, come on," John said trying to lead him back to the kitchen.

"John, what happened? We don't need any more trouble in this family, we just sorted things out," Randy said, sounding tired just at the thought of it.

"Okay, okay," John said resuming his task of pouring them a drink. "But if I tell you, you can't overreact."

Randy looked at him sternly and John gulped. He thought he'd seen the last of that look when they retired.

"What?"

"Ally was a little upset because… well…"

"John."

"When I walked in she was…" he said lowering his voice. "She and Brad were… well… kissing."

This was a first for John. So much so, he didn't know how to handle it. Randy wasn't angry. He wasn't throwing things across the room, he wasn't swearing. He wasn't speaking pleasantries while grinding his teeth together… he was calm… eerily calm.

"Randy?"

"John," he said in reply.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am," Randy said calmly. "Ally has a boyfriend; okay, it's not someone I would choose for her, but, I have to respect her decision. It's inevitable they would kiss."

"Who are you and what have you done with Randy?"

"Darling, can you come and stir this for me," Randy said.

"What am I doing?" John asked turning his attention to the food.

"Just stir it," Randy said.

"Where are you going?" John asked as Randy headed out of the kitchen.

"Upstairs."

"Okay," John said wearily.

John was left stirring the bolognaise as he heard Randy go upstairs and into their bedroom. He listened to him go across the room and from what he could tell he was going to his nightstand. He heard footsteps again and then the door out onto their balcony. Okay, so that's what he was doing. Not admitting he needed to have a smoke. As long as breath mints were used afterward then he'd let him. It was better than him hitting something, or someone.

"What are you two doing tonight?" Alanna asked as she swallowed her last mouthful of food, trying to break the awkward silence that had befallen the table as they ate.

"Raw's on, I was going to sit and watch that," Randy said, turning to John. "Are you joining me?"

"So, John, you're around here a lot, do you live nearby?" Brad asked before John could answer Randy.

"Actually," John said eyeing Alanna who was clearly worried about the topic coming up.

"He lives here," Randy said before anyone could lie. Why should they hide it? They were done with hiding their relationship years ago. It wasn't going to happen any longer. Randy could feel Alanna staring at him in anger but he didn't care. It was down to John and him if they wanted to tell people.

"Surely you can afford your own place, John?"

"I can, and I did, Randy and I went halves on this one," John said, skirting around the issue Randy was willing to deal with head on.

"Why?"

"Brad, why don't we go into the den; you were going to show me that website you were talking about," Alanna said trying to deter her boyfriend.

Randy pushed his chair back from the table, gathering the plates and cutlery so he could take them over and put in the dishwasher. This was crazy, why were they hiding a simple truth from someone, who is obviously not that bright if he hasn't worked it out yet, especially considering their public status. Okay, it wasn't as public as some people but it was enough for most people to know. Hell it was on Wikipedia. Surely the kid read up on him before coming round, trying to make a good impression.

"In a minute babe," Brad said without even turning to look at her.

Randy was going to lose his temper with this kid soon. He didn't like him from the first time he walked in the house; he disliked him even more now, especially after the kid kissed Alanna. The use of the term 'babe' was unacceptable as well.

"It's true isn't it?" Brad said with a huge grin. "Damn, I didn't believe it when I read about it."

"Brad, wasn't that TV programme on which you wanted to watch," Alanna pleaded, anxious to get away from the conversation.

"Damn, Randy Orton and John Cena; gay; shacking up," he laughed obscurely. "You wait until everyone at school hears about this."

Randy slammed the plates down onto the kitchen counter and John thought they were going to break.

"First off, there is no reason to go spreading the information around, we're not trying to hide it; it's public knowledge" Randy said. "Second, my daughter has spoken to you on two separate occasions and you've ignored her. Before I chuck you out this house, I suggest you turn your attention to where it should be."

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