Okay, so I'm getting slow with the updates, I know. I moved jobs a couple of months ago and I don't have as much free time. I especially don't have as much time at lunch which is when I do a lot of my writing.
Please bear with me and the updates will be coming more frequently again. Especially at the end of April. I have a week off to see the boys. Get to go see John on his birthday in Nottingham.
In the meantime, enjoy the latest update to Life is Good :)
Randy crumpled the piece of paper in his hand. He was sick and tired of the disappearing act. Every day, every damn day, she was leaving before they were up, skipping breakfast and heading to meet her friends and that boyfriend of hers, Brad.
He was glad she had friends, he didn't want her to be a loner, and he just wished they weren't such a distraction to her school work. The group of girls were having a detrimental effect on his daughter, and Alanna couldn't see it. As far as she was concerned, the girls were her best friends. She'd apparently already forgotten her friends from St Louis. He'd taken messages from some of her old friends on numerous occasions over the last weeks and a half, and she didn't seem to be returning the calls.
He sat out on the veranda, sipping a coffee, trying to think of a way to make things better. Maybe during the next school break he could take her back to St Louis. Let her spend some time with her friends. It would be good for him to get back and visit his family as well. It had been an age since he'd seen Nathan, and Becky was always hyping on at him about visiting.
"Honey, have you seen my joggers?" John asked coming up behind him, wrapping his arms around Randy.
Randy leant back against John's firm body and smirked when he didn't feel any clothes behind his head. He reached his hand back and trailed his fingers along John's leg, his smile growing when he didn't feel anything blocking his touch until he reached his butt.
"Laundry's your department, darling," Randy said, latching hold of John's hand and pulling him around. "Now let me get a better view."
John took a seat on Randy's lap, kissed him briefly on the lips before pinching his cup of coffee and drinking it down. All the while, Randy's hand travelled further up John's thighs, cupping his package through the boxers.
"Honey, stop," John protested half-heartedly.
"Doesn't sound like you want me to," Randy said, slipping his fingers under the material.
"Alanna might-"
"She's already gone for the day," Randy complained, stopping his touch and lifting John from his lap. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"I thought we were going to go out and get something," John reminded him.
"That's when I thought Alanna was coming with us," Randy said. "I don't feel like eating some greasy diner food when I can cook something healthy here."
John regretted mentioning Alanna. Every day at the moment, their days were starting with an argument or Alanna going before they were even awake. John was trying everything he could to help Randy sort things out with her but it was no good. Alanna didn't want to be helped. She didn't see just how bad things were being affected, and as a teenager, the more you tried to reason with her, the less she was going to respond.
Today was going to be another of those days. He was going to do his upmost, again, to pull Randy from his mood. Hell, if he hadn't mentioned Alanna, Randy was going to do that all by himself. Stupid idiot, John. Shaking his head, he walked back into the house and over to the kitchen. When Randy's head was in the cupboards, John grabbed the towel and whipped Randy's butt on the way passed.
He ducked into the laundry room and searched through the clothes he'd yet to put away, digging through to find his jogging bottoms. When he went back out, Randy was still searching through the cupboards, looking for something to cook. He went over and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom.
"Talk. While I change," John said pushing him down onto the bed.
"About?"
"Don't act stupid, you know what," John said putting his joggers into his gym bag.
"Things are getting worse. I barely see her anymore. When she asked to move here, my heart soared. My little girl wanted to come and live with me. I've missed out on so much over the years. And I know that's my own fault; I wasn't there for her as much as I would have liked. But I dropped everything for her whenever she had a problem. I still do now," Randy said finally letting it off his chest.
John continued getting his gym gear ready. As soon as that was done, he pulled Randy from the bed and led him into the bathroom where he started washing.
"I wish I could get my hands on Sam. I can't believe she's fed Alanna all of these lies. It's not like I meant to hurt her, but when it came down to it, I couldn't deny my feelings any longer. There was something between us Johnny, something so strong I couldn't spend a day without you. When I was forced to, I made an excuse to call you, text you. I hated it when you didn't reply. That being said, it always put a smile on my face when I did finally hear back from you."
"Glad I could be of service," John said kissing him quickly, foaming Randy's face for him to shave. "Little too much stubble, honey."
"Yes, darling," Randy sassed. "I understand she was hurt. But what she's done is wrong."
"Did you ever sit down and talk things through? Tell how things changed. Explain to Sam that we didn't have an affair."
"Of course I did," Randy chastised. "I didn't go into detail, but I told her that we'd been fighting these feelings for a long time, that we'd both tried to deny it, but we just couldn't anymore. I even told her nothing happened between us except those two kisses."
"Can I ask you something?" John asked as Randy focused on shaving. "Why did you move here?"
"Because I love you," Randy said dumbfounded. Why was John questioning that?
"I know that, honey. I was more than willing to move to St Louis with you," John reminded him. "I told you. It was easier for me to move to St Louis. I didn't have anything but a gym down here. You have your family in St Louis."
Randy splashed his face with water removing the last of the foam, just as John came up behind him and turned him around, his bottle of aftershave in his hand. Pouring some into his hands John rubbed the liquid onto Randy's face and neck, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.
"Why?" John asked quietly.
"Because," Randy said shrugging. "Because I didn't want you to give up everything you'd done here. You were successful, you had a fantastic home, and you love Tampa. I couldn't make you move."
"But you were willing to move away from your family?"
"It was for the best. Let's face it, dad's reaction was brilliant. It would have been rubbing it in Sam's face. It was better all round for me to move to you."
"Okay, that's fine, but you should have told me about this," John said, leading him back into the bedroom and over to the bed again as he changed. "I would have fought you tooth and nail."
"Johnny, I may have had concerns, but I love it here with you. Okay, we're not actually in Tampa now, but we have a home we can call our own, that we both love. And regardless of the issues we're having, I'm pretty sure Alanna likes where we live," Randy said.
"Pretty sure?" John asked with a smirk. "Honey, I can't help but wonder if some of Alanna's issues are because you moved away. She was only five. We may have spoken to her about it, but how much could she have understood."
"Maybe," Randy sighed. "I'll try and talk to her later. If she'll stick around long enough."
"It's going to be okay," John said walking up to stand between Randy's legs, kissing him quickly. "Now get changed we're going to the gym."
"Not me," Randy said standing up and moving toward the door. "Rummaging through those cupboards told me I need to stock up. We have no food in this house. I haven't done a proper shop in over a week."
John let Randy get on with things, knowing once his boyfriend set his mind to something, he'd follow it through no matter what. Even with something as mundane as the grocery shopping. John so often told him just to order online and have it delivered, but Randy liked to make sure he got fresh food and not something which only had a short lifespan left.
As he drove the car along the interstate, John chuckled at how domesticated his Viper had become. Not that he could talk. Each day John was going around making sure the house was clean and tidy. Man, if the locker room guys could see them now. Of course, he was sure Cody was spreading the word.
One thing he was confident Cody wasn't mentioning was the occasions he had caught them in the act. Whether verbally or physically. Randy and he hadn't flaunted their relationship when they were still working. Regardless of how times had changed, there were still a number of people in the business who weren't comfortable with gay men being wrestlers. Maybe it was the thought of getting too close to them in the ring.
If they went back now, something the Levesque's were trying to make happen, they would have no problem being themselves. They were long passed needing to make themselves scarce when they wanted to be affectionate. Now if John wanted to kiss Randy, he'd walk right up to him and kiss him, may even grab his butt as well. Slip him the tongue as they kissed; maybe even slide a hand under his top. Not that Randy was wearing one in his mind. Right now, in John's mind, Randy was wearing nothing but his wrestling trunks, covered in baby oil. The number of times they'd enjoyed themselves with that as Randy prepared for the evening's events.
John licked his lips, remembering the time he had Randy grabbing hold of the locker trying to hold himself up as John got a little carried away when he was helping to apply the oil. Working on his legs, he couldn't resist himself, it was right there in front of his face as he sat on the bench. How could he not. He never did tell Randy when he realised he'd left the door unlocked. It was a good job no one had come in.
John reached down and adjusted his pants; he really shouldn't have started down this train of thought. Somehow he now had to find a way to get rid of this wood before he went into the gym. Pulling out his cell phone he fired off a text message to Randy, asking him for help, hoping to have a sexy phone call with his boyfriend.
Within just a minute, Randy had replied. Though it wasn't what John was hoping for, it fixed his problem. Randy's not so sweet words of 'Shove some of these down your pants' with a picture of a freezer full of frozen peas. Okay, Randy was obviously at the store. Not the best time to instigate a frenzy of sex messages.
His problem solved, John grabbed his bag from the passenger seat and jumped out the car. As he made his way to the door of the gym, he looked around. It seemed quieter than usual. Maybe it was just because it was a week day and everyone was still as work. He started getting more concerned when he spotted the bulldozers in one of the neighbouring plots.
"Rob, hey man," he said as he entered the gym. There were a few people in there, but not as many as he usually expected.
"No Randy today?"
"He's playing house-boyfriend and doing the grocery shopping. I'm blessed. What's with the bulldozers?"
"Yeah, right, I was going to have a word with you about that," Rob said avoiding eye contact. "You better come through."
John followed Rob through to the office. He could already tell he wasn't going to like this.
Randy jumped as he heard the front door slam and heavy footsteps storm up the stairs. Heading through from the den, he saw John's gym bag on just inside the door.
"Darling, where are you?"
"Office," came a gruff reply.
You didn't need to be a detective to work out John was in a bad mood. Before trying to approach, Randy decided to sort out his gym gear and make his a snack. He'd need to replenish after a workout.
When he opened the bag, he was confused to see John's gym gear still in there as though it hadn't been worn. When John had text him, he had just arrived at the gym. What could have happened between then and the time it would take to make it into the building to put him in this mood. Something he didn't see happen very often.
When he heard the door to the office slam shut, he knew better than to go up there and challenge him. John needed to cool off, and that was his way of letting Randy know. It saved arguments between them and Randy simply listened out for one of two things to happen. If the door opened, it was safe to approach and John would tell him what was wrong. If he heard something going flying across the room, he needed to get up there before John did any serious damage.
The initial anger rarely lasted longer than twenty minutes, so Randy decided to make that snack for him. He was peckish himself and figured they could talk it out as they ate. Usually he would make John a healthy meal after being to the gym, but since he didn't work out, Randy didn't see the point. Today, he was going to make John something as a treat, a nice BLT sandwich.
It only took fifteen minutes to make the sandwiches, and just as he plated them up with a handful of chips and a bottle of water each, Randy heard a loud crash upstairs. Forgetting the sandwiches, he raced up to the office and opened the door just as John was about to throw his fist into the wall.
Randy caught the shot in his hand, grabbing hold of his lover.
"What the fuck is wrong?"
"Rob is what's wrong," John snapped turning away from Randy. "He didn't tell me because my mom was here. Said he didn't want to worry me. THEN. Then he just forgot."
"Darling, forgot what?" Randy said daring to step further into the room.
"Don't worry about it," John said, suddenly sounding defeated. "There's not much I can do about it at this stage."
"Johnny, darling, tell me what's going on," Randy insisted, turning John around to look at him. "Please."
"Fine. You needn't worry about having that talk with Ally," John said turning his head away from Randy's inquisitive stare. "There won't be a gym for much longer. They're developing the land. Putting a hotel and spa in. The hotel chain is buying out all the local businesses. Hard Nocks is the only place left."
"Darling, we can deal with this," Randy said pulling John into him. "First things first, speak to your lawyer. See where you stand. If you refuse to sell you're within your rights."
"Maybe. But they'll just try and muscle me out," John said shaking his head and leaving the room. He headed to the bedroom since it was the first room he came to. He had no idea what to do with himself.
He felt Randy come in behind him; he was keeping his distance, not wanting to crowd John. Right now though, John wanted his boyfriend for comfort. Without turning around, he held his hand out and within seconds Randy was there, wrapping him up from behind.
"I made us a sandwich, come downstairs and eat with me," Randy said, gently placing a kiss on the side of John's head.
"I'm not hungry," John said, rolling his neck. Turning in Randy's arms, he looked at his lover. "At least, not for food."
Before Randy could stop him, John was pulling him toward the bed. He had a look in his eyes which told him not to fight it, not that he would try. This was one of those occasions John had to take control. It was rare in their relationship; John preferred Randy take control of him. Tell him what he wanted, how he wanted it, and where he wanted it. Not today, at this moment. It was all John.
Without saying anything, John pulled Randy's shirt up over his head and then went straight for his pants. Randy helped by kicking his shoes off and let John do the rest of the work, leaving him completely naked and growing harder by the second. All of this without even a kiss from John.
John walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer which held the few toys they owned. He pulled out the item which told Randy he was truly in control. Their handcuffs.
"On the bed. Hands above your head," John ordered.
As soon as he was exactly where John wanted him. John fed the handcuffs through the bars of their headboard, clasping them around each of Randy's wrists. John stepped back and took in the sight of his boyfriend, and Randy was soon licking his lips in anticipation of what John might do.
There wasn't anything romantic about anything so far, but Randy wasn't worried. John would turn sappy afterward, just as he always did. The only question was how much he was going to make him suffer first. Randy watched John strip out of his clothes and was again licking his lips, appreciating the sight of his naked boyfriend. John walked round to Randy's nightstand and pulled out the lube, pouring some into his hand.
"Do you remember the last time we had sex on the veranda?" John asked grabbing Randy's cock and lubing him up.
"End of July if I remember correctly," Randy answered, holding back a groan.
"Remember how you called me a slut," John reminded him, causing Randy to grin.
"I remember how you screamed just like a slut as you rode my cock," Randy said, his grin spreading further across his face. "Always turns me on when you get like that."
John moved to straddle him, keeping a grip on his cock. John lowered down until Randy could feel the head of his cock touching John's opening. Randy's pulse was quickening, knowing he was near his destination. All John needed to do was lower himself down onto his cock and Randy would be home. He'd be able to watch John ride him, getting both of them off, without needing to do anything.
"Get ready, honey," John said groaning as he finally slid onto Randy's cock. "Because I'm going to ride you until I cum. Then I might do it again."
"If you reckon you can… slut."
"Oh yeah, honey," John moaned as he started a slow ride. "You know I love it when you call me that."
"Then ride me hard, slut, and show me how much it turns you on," Randy instructed.
Immediately John picked up his pace and was calling out every time he sank down on Randy's big cock. He kept his balance as his hands explored Randy's upper body, moving from his abs to his chest. His speed changing from slow to fast as he tried to make it last.
Randy desperately wanted to grab hold of John's hips and hold him still as he ploughed up into him, but the handcuffs chaining him to the bed were stopping him. John's moans and cries of ecstasy were causing his completion to arrive to soon and he didn't want to disappoint John. John needed this to keep his spirits high, he wasn't going to let him down.
"Keep riding me darling," Randy encouraged as John led on top of Randy, keeping his movements going, though much slower.
"Want you to hold me now," John said moaning as Randy's cock still managed to hit the right spot inside him.
"I can't like this, darling," Randy said. "You'll have to undo the cuffs."
"No, I'm in charge," John said, curling into Randy even more.
"You can chain be back up afterward," Randy suggested. "Just let me wrap my arms around you, like you want me to."
"Promise."
"This is all you, Johnny. Anything you need."
Downstairs…
"So do you think Steve's going to ask you out?" Alanna asked as she opened the door to the house. "It would be just in time for the winter formal."
"I don't know," Ava said. "I hope so."
"He's got to. He's an idiot if he doesn't," Alanna said putting her bag down on the chair in the hallway.
"He's not an idiot; he's really swe… what was that?"
"What was what?" Alanna said not hearing what her friend had. She made her way through to the kitchen expecting to find her dad. At the moment it was the only time she spoke to him. In so many ways she regretted avoiding him, but things weren't exactly good between the two of them, and she didn't want to make things worse. All she wanted to do was find somewhere she could fit in.
"I heard it again," Ava said, coming into the room behind her.
Just as she was about to tell Ava she was hearing things, she heard the noise as well. Coming from upstairs. Right above where they stood. That repetitive banging. Oh god, they can't, please god no. Not now.
"Why don't we go out? There's a park just up-"
"Oh my god… is that your dad… and his boyfriend?" Ava said with an embarrassed laugh. "Brad said they were gay, but I didn't believe him."
"Please, let's just go," Alanna said moving to the front door.
"You know what," Ava said putting her hand up. "I just remembered my mom wanted me home straight from school."
"Since when?" Alanna asked following Ava.
"Bye."
Alanna couldn't believe it. She was so embarrassed. It was bad enough that Brad knew they were gay, now one of her friends did as well. It wouldn't be long before the entire school knew.
She didn't want to be around this any longer. She grabbed her school bag and ran out the house. She needed to get away from them for a little while. She thought things were bad with her mom, but this was worse. At least her mom wasn't having sex when she got home. She just kept changing everything they did together to suit Neil. It was like Alanna was just getting in the way when she was in St Louis.
Moving to Florida was supposed to change that. At first it had. John and her dad welcomed her into their home. They always ate together; her dad went out of his way to spend time with her. He even went as far as over-crowding her. Though she found it comforting and funny rather than annoying.
John was always sweet to her as well. She knew he thought of her as the closest thing to a child he was going to have. And in some ways that was a good thing, he never overstepped the mark, leaving the parenting to her dad.
She wished she'd seem them more while growing up, maybe then she could have heard both sides of the story. She admired her dad for admitting he was gay, and she was happy for him. But all she heard from her mom when growing up was how he'd cheated on her. And her mom had no reason to lie. Not even to save face.
Alanna knew even her thoughts weren't making sense. She loved her dad, and not just because he was her father. But she hated him at the same time. He kept embarrassing her and calling her mom a liar. John as well. And he had no right. Then for her dad to comment on her boyfriend. It wasn't fair. He was allowed happiness, why couldn't she.
She sat on the swings, going back and forth between love and hate. Tears prickling her eyes. Then she heard her phone buzz. Pulling it out of her pocket she saw a message from her dad.
DAD: ALLY, WHEN ARE YOU GETTING HOME?
Alanna didn't reply, though she did get up and start heading back to the house. She didn't want to see or speak to him right now. But she wouldn't worry him unnecessarily.
The five minute trip seemed to only take one as she found herself at the front door. She tried to wipe her tear stained face so her dad couldn't tell. She just wanted to go upstairs to her room and hide. She could do her homework and then curl up with her favourite book.
Almost as soon as she opened the door, Randy was coming to meet her. His face full of regrets.
"Hey, we missed you today; we were supposed to have bre-" he stopped when he took in her sad expression. She didn't want him to, but he wrapped her in his arms, and she felt just like the young girl she was, always running to her father when she was upset. "What's the matter?"
She let him lead her to the bottom of the stairs where he sat her down and brought her into his side.
"She heard," Alanna sobbed into her hands.
"Who heard what, Ally?"
"Ava, she heard… she heard YOU," Alanna sobbed, anger coming through. How could he put her in this position? She'd be the talk of the school, sniggering, pointing fingers. She hated that.
"Ally, what are you talking about?"
Ally pulled out her dad's hold and ran up the stairs. She was more upset and embarrassed than angry. It was all coming out wrong, just like usual. When she reached the top of the stairs, she spun around and shouted at him.
"We came home… we heard you… and him," she yelled. "Having sex."
She ran to her room, slamming the door closed. She could hear her dad coming up the stairs but she didn't want to speak to him. She quickly locked her door and then dived onto her bed, the tears taking over.
"Ally, let me in," her dad said through the door.
"No… go away," she sobbed. "Leave me alone."
"Ally, sweetheart. I know you must have be embarrassed, but-"
"But what?" she yelled through her crying. "I'll get over it? I've got to put up with it?"
"No. Nothing like that," her dad said, the anguish clear in his own voice. "Please, just let me in. Let me talk to you."
Alanna didn't reply, she was too upset. She heard John coming upstairs as well to find out what was going on. Hear them talking on the other side of the door.
"John, she's my daughter. I'll sort this out."
"I know Alanna's your daughter. But I'm getting a little sick of your snippy little comments reminding me of the fact every time you're struggling with her," John barked. "I'm your partner and I'm trying to be supportive. If you don't want my help, fine. I have a business to save."
Alanna pulled a pillow over her head to block out the argument. They never argued. Except for the time when John forgot their anniversary. There was something else that was falling apart since she moved here. They argued more than she'd ever known them to. Maybe her dad was right. Maybe she was the reason to blame.
The thought alone made fresh tears to fall. Why did everything fall apart for her?
"Ally, dinner's almost ready. Why don't you come down and eat? It'll make you feel better," her dad suggested.
"I'll eat when I'm hungry," she sobbed quietly. "Now leave me alone."
"Okay, but we can't move passed this until you talk to me," he said. "If you don't want to take to me… I know John won't mind."
Alanna heard her dad move away from the door and after a few more minutes she managed to control her crying. She was so tired from fighting everyone. All she wanted to do was sleep. Her body listened to her for once and she felt herself drifting off to sleep, hoping her dreams would play out better than her life.
Hope you enjoyed. Please, please, please review. It's unlikely to happen this time, but we're getting close to the 200th review, whoever gets the #200 spot will get a oneshot. Waldron82 haven't forgotten your oneshot. It'll be coming up after I've finished Saying Goodbye.