Sorry I didn't get an update posted yesterday; Doctor Who 50th took precedence over everything.

To make it up to you I've got a chapter full of Centon goodness at the beginning and with a little treat at the end.

Hope you enjoy :)

This time when Randy rolled over in bed, he was happily able to wrap his arms around John and squeeze him tight, burying his face in John's neck, "This feels so much nicer."

"I was thinking the same thing," John chuckled as he stretched, rubbing his ass against Randy. "Do you know what else I was thinking?"

"That if you keep rubbing that ass of yours against me, I'm going to pin you down and fuck your brains out," Randy said, pushing John down onto his front as he spoke.

"Crude honey," John said even though he let go of a small moan when he felt Randy's hard cock pressing between his cheeks.

Randy let his hand travel down John's stomach, gripping hold of his eager member, "Crude, but effective, darling. And no doubt what you had in mind."

"Almost, but the way I was thinking about it was you pinning me down while I was on my back," John said looking back over his shoulder at Randy.

Without another word, Randy pulled back and flipped John over onto his back. He pinned him down in the same fashion he previously was, grinding his hips down onto John's letting their cocks rub against once another. He closed the spaced by capturing John's lips, keeping the kiss light. Last night was a heated embrace which left them exhausted, slipping through until dawn. Although he thought it may be more to do with the emotional exhaustion than physical. Today though, he wanted the connection to be both emotional and physical. He wanted them together again in every possible way.

John matched his movements, and Randy let him take control of the kiss. Their tongues tasting one another as though the most exquisite taste they'd ever known. As John led the kiss, Randy fumbled for the lube he'd chucked somewhere on the bed the night before. Grabbing hold of it, Randy flipped the lid and poured some lube on his fingers. He slipped his hand beneath them and pushed two fingers straight into John, knowing his boyfriend could handle the stretch after the previous night.

"Mm, do you like that? I can feel you grabbing hold of them with your muscles," Randy said running his free hand along John's biceps. "Your whole body is muscle, I love it, and I love you."

"Please honey... I need more," John quietly moaned the words out. "Please."

"Do you want another finger in there?" Randy asked, knowing that John was after something more.

"No," he moaned sounding a little desperate as Randy started rubbing his prostate. "I want your cock in me... and you know it, so don't play coy."

"Fine,'' Randy said pulling his fingers out, leaving John's ass needing. He lined his cock up with the opening and pushed in one fluid motion until he was all the way inside. "But I want you to wrap those legs around me and keep them there while I make you moan so loud you'll let the whole neighbourhood know I'm back in this bed with you."

John did as he was told, wrapping his arms around Randy's neck as well so he could hold on tight. Randy placed his hands on the mattress either side of John's head as he started thrusting. Even with all their words, Randy wanted to take this slow, make John feel more loved than he ever had before.

His thrusts were long and slow and he lowered himself down to capture John's lips. It wasn't long before John was moaning into the kisses as Randy ensure he rubbed the tip of his cock against John's prostate. He kept the movements slow, letting the sensations build in John and him. Sweat built up on both of them as they moved in unison, John's hands running along Randy's back and arms as Randy moved his lips to John's neck, shoulders and collar bone.

The sensations grew until John's touch became more of a death grip on Randy's shoulders and neck, hanging on until Randy granted him his release.

"Need to cum, darling?" Randy breathed heavily in John's ear, clearly feeling the effects himself.

"Yes," John said holding on even tighter to Randy.

Randy changed to short hard strokes, dragging John's legs tighter around his waist as he thrust into John's sweet spot repeatedly.

"Oh god, Randy, that's it. I'm going to cum," John cried as his orgasm took over. He shot his load between their bodies as he cried his release. "Fuuuccckkk, honey, ohhh fuccck."

John's muscles instinctively tightened around Randy's cock as he thrust one last time into John, releasing his cum into John's ass and filling him up. As his cock finished shooting, he collapsed against John, spent from the exertions, breathing heavily trying to gather his breath.

"Damn, that was good," Randy said after finally finding his voice.

"Just good?" John joked with a smile.

"Yeah, could have been better," Randy said pulling out and rolling onto his back, using the bed sheets to clean his cock, feeling it twitch in his grip. Damn, he was almost ready to go again.

John attacked him playfully for his comment, straddling his waist, "mm, hi honey," he chuckled when he felt Randy coming back to life.

"Oh, no, you've already had it twice in the last twenty four hours," Randy said, running his hands up John's thighs.

"And apparently you want it a third time as well," John said rubbing his ass up and down Randy's cock. Randy smirked and let John work his magic, if he wanted this, who was he to stop it. John rose up and held Randy's cock rigid below him before sliding down onto his hard pole.

"Just remember, you wanted this. So no complaining later when you can't sit down," Randy said smiling at John.

"Oh, yes, honey, I know... it's all me," John moaned as he started riding Randy's cock. "You just lie back and enjoy the view."

Alanna looked at her watch as she entered her home, nine thirty am, she wondered if John was up yet. She wanted to ring her dad the night before to get an update on John, but her friends were ragging on her for always looking at her phone. In the end she'd switched it off and focused on the party they were at.

She didn't like not telling her dad about the party but he wouldn't have liked the idea and she didn't want to start an argument when he needed to be focused on John. It wouldn't have helped any of them.

She heard some plates being put away in the kitchen and she went through, finding John by himself. She looked around for her dad, but there wasn't any sign of him.

"Where's dad?" she asked John making him startle.

"Right here," Randy said walking up behind her. "Did you have fun at your friends?"

"Yeah, it was good," Alanna lied. In truth she would rather have been at home, but that was her decision. She didn't have many friends here in Florida and she didn't want to alienate the one's she did have because she didn't think going to a party was a good idea.

They damn near forced her to have some alcohol, but in the end they left her to her usual drink. The girls mixed with some of the older guys at the party who were already on break from college. They would come back after disappearing with the guys and be excited, telling the others about one kiss or another. Brad kept Alanna company on and off during the night, but when he wasn't, he was gone for a length of time. Overall, Alanna felt out of place in the crowd.

She did wonder at one point whether if she had a drink it would help her loosen up, but then she would be compromising her morals. She was only just sixteen, she didn't want a drink just yet. She also didn't want to become like her girlfriends who were going off with one guy and then another just an hour later.

"How are you both?" Alanna asked, trying not to think about the previous night.

"We're good," Randy said. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Um, no, I wanted to get back," Alanna said.

"Wow, like father like daughter," John said shaking his head in amusement. "We are better than good, cutie. Your dad has just got back from checking out of the hotel."

"What? Good is a good word," Randy said. "There's nothing wrong with that comment."

"Randy, good means it wasn't bad it wasn't exceptional," John commented. "You just moved back in, things are amazing, ecstatic, happy, excited, whichever you choose, as long as it's not good."

"Okay, darling. Al, we're excited," he said in a deadpan tone, checking over his shoulder for John's reaction. "Now, what do you want for breakfast?"

"You sounded more excited about breakfast than moving back in," John admonished.

"Oh, boy, here it goes," Alanna said shaking her head and going to the cupboard to grab the cereal. "I'll get my own to save the squabble."

"John, darling, what do you want for breakfast?" Randy asked.

"You two haven't eaten yet?"

"No, I wanted to get checked out of the hotel and settled back in here," Randy said grabbing out the ingredients for pancakes before John even answered. His head was in his laundry.

"Pancakes," John answered when he came back through to the kitchen, grabbing a kiss from Randy on the way passed. "Indoors or outdoors?"

"Outdoors," Randy called as John grabbed the cutlery and placemats to set the table. "Are you having some of these Ally?"

"Yes please," she said grabbing some drinks from the fridge. "Do we have syrup?"

"I got some the other week when I went shopping," Randy said.

The three of them went about finishing setting up the family breakfast before sitting down and eating. Alanna was so pleased John and her dad were back to normal, their normal banter around the table was what helped make them a family. Even when she wasn't happy, she could always count on them to try and cheer her up. It was always a different atmosphere to her mom's home where it seemed, if you were eating, you weren't talking. But then, it had got to the stage where they always ate without her anyway. The only time John and her dad did that was when she was going out for dinner.

"Your dad and I were thinking," John said as he finished a mouthful of breakfast. "We wondered if you wanted to go somewhere today, so we could do something as a family."

"Like where?" she asked.

"Anywhere you want," Randy chimed in. "As long as we can get there, we can go."

"Cool, um, there was somewhere I wanted to check out but my friends wouldn't be interested," she said with a shrug. "There's a history centre in the city. It sounded fascinating."

"Only my child would CHOOSE to go somewhere educational," Randy said chuckling.

"Clearly your genes are the dominant ones, "John chuckled. "Do you have the address cutie?"

"I can get it from the web," she said nodding. "You sure you don't mind going? We could go to the beach instead."

"No, its okay, it'll be good to go," John said. "I've lived in the Tampa area since before you were born, I didn't even know there was a history centre."

"You never stop learning," Randy said with a chuckle. "Including me. I'm going to need some help later if you don't mind. I want to get an idea what I need to do for this business plan."

"No problem, honey. We can take a look when we get back later," John said. "Do any of you mind if we make a stop on the way home. I want to drop by JC's, have a word with the manager."

"Want me to play the scary boyfriend?" Randy asked taking hold of John's hand.

"Play?" Alanna asked raising an eyebrow. "You are the scary boyfriend, not to mention the scary dad."

"Hey," he said chuckling. "I worked long and hard on that demeanour."

"No you didn't. It was easy for you to become a scary person," John said laughing. "You always sighed in relief when creative made you a heel."

"You know what, I'm taking back my offer," Randy said taking the plates inside.

"For no other reason than it would be a little bit of a laugh, you should let him do the scary boyfriend thing," Alanna said leaning over the table talking quietly to John.

"Let's see how it goes," John said chuckling.

Cody stumbled across the room, switching on the coffeepot before disappearing into the bathroom to refresh himself. He never had a problem getting up in the morning, unless he'd been out on the town with the lads, but today just seemed different.

After admitting their feelings toward one another, Ted and he had agreed, Ted mostly, to start taking separate rooms. He could understand Ted's thoughts; if anything were to happen between them, it would be a bit awkward if they were sharing rooms. But waking up, without Ted in the second bed was daunting. He hated being alone.

Finishing up in the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went back through to the main room, pouring himself a coffee. Caffeine would help clear his head of the thoughts which had been swimming around since the previous evening. Ted liked him, as in really liked him, more than friends liked him; and he did as well, like Ted, liked him liked him. So shouldn't they be having coffee together, or arranging a date.

"Hey, Cody, you up yet?" came the loud banging on the door from one of his colleagues.

"If I weren't, I would be now," he said opening his door to find Darren Young stood outside.

"Mm, Cody, if I didn't already have a man in my life," Darren said purposely looking him up and down.

"Oh I know, you'd be after me in a heartbeat, but alas, you have a boyfriend, long time boyfriend may I remind you."

"I know, but please remind me just how lucky I am," Darren said with a huge smile at the thought of his boyfriend. "Are you putting some clothes on and hitting the gym? Ted as well."

"Uh, well, Ted isn't here," Cody said trying not to look guilty. "But I could do with a workout."

"What happened?" Darren asked pushing Cody back into the room. "You are not good at hiding guilt."

Cody awkwardly chuckled before grabbing up his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom to change.

"Did Ted find out you were grinding up against some fool in the club the other night?

Cody burst out of the bathroom with his pants still open and no shirt on, looking startled that Darren had seen him. As the memories had filtered back the previous day, he didn't recall Darren being there. "I don't know what you mean," he said in some feeble attempt to dissuade Darren from talking about it.

"I mean, when you were piss ass drunk and shaking ass all over some guy at the gay bar the other night," Darren said pointing at Cody's rear. "I know you were drunk, but you have to remember pulling me into a gay bar, telling me I was allowed to get my groove on as well as the others."

"I don't... it must have been someone else," Cody said finishing dressing.

"Oh no, it was definitely you. I was sober and trying to get some non-alcoholic drinks in you," Darren said laughing. "Then you spotted this guy who wasn't dissimilar to Ted and dragged him onto the dancefloor. I should be grateful you didn't go any further."

"Please tell me you haven't told anyone," Cody begged, scared his secret was going to be the gossip of the locker room.

"I was hiding myself for a long time, I know how to keep a secret," Darren said looking around the room in confusion. "Have you and yours had an argument or something?"

"What do you mean?"

"No Ted," Darren said indicating the room.

"We... um, well... we decided it would be better to get separate rooms," Cody said. "We didn't want to rush."

"So you have had an argument?"

"No, but going from friends to..." What were they now? They weren't friends anymore, they'd moved passed that, but at the same time, they weren't dating, so they weren't a couple.

"Oh, I see, you're at that stage," Darren said realisation hitting home. "Well, my advice-"

"Darren thanks," Cody said interrupting him. "But everyone is giving me advice. Tales of how they handled things. Problem is I don't think it would work for Ted and me."

"Why not?" Darren asked.

"Because, I have no clue how to take the next step. I asked him out on a date a few weeks ago. Apparently I did it wrong, because he didn't even realise," Cody said getting aggravated with his situation.

"Cody, you and Ted eat together all the time, you want to take him on a date, do something different to usual, or... let him take the lead," Darren suggested calmly.

"I have a feeling nothing would happen if I left it to Teddy," Cody said stuffing his gym bag with a change of clothes. "He's too laid back."

"Well, if you want something to happen, make it happen, march round to his hotel room and kiss him," Darren said, almost sounding like a joke. Cody felt his face going red at the comment. "What?"

"I wouldn't know how, I mean, how do you kiss a guy?" Cody said slumping against the dresser in the room.

"I don't know, how do you kiss a girl?" Darren said shrugging his shoulder. "I don't recall being told about any differences between the two, anatomically, it's further down that's different."

"Darren, I'm being serious," Cody admonished him.

"Cody, seriously, it works the same. Its lips and tongues," Darren said. "They work in the same way; the only difference is facial hair. But Ted's clean-shaven so it doesn't matter too much."

Cody stared at the floor for a while contemplating what Darren was telling him. Maybe he should just go for it, walk up to Ted's room, knock, and then when he opens the door, just grab him, and kiss him. That could work. It is a kiss; it is just letting him know what he wants. From there Ted can take the lead. He was happy for Ted to take control in all aspects, right down to... whoa. Maybe don't go that far just yet. Then again, if Ted wanted to take the lead there as well, then he was more than happy.

"I'd say from the look you're getting, you've just had another realisation," Darren said getting up and heading for the door. "Let me know if you want to talk at any stage. I'm sure John and Randy would be happy to as well."

"Uh huh."

Cody sat there still thinking as he heard the door close. He let his mind wash with fresh thoughts, what it would be like to feel Ted's lips against his own, to have Ted hold him as the kiss grew deeper. What it would feel like to have Ted pressing against him, feeling Ted's body more and more as their wasn't an inch of space between them. As his hands travelled Ted's body, feeling the muscles, every one of them.

The knock at the door startled Cody from his thoughts for the second time that day, what was with him today. He barely had the door open wide enough when he felt a pair of lips pressing against his. Soft and supple lips kissing him, little pecks of his lips until he realised what was happening.

Ted.

Ted was kissing him.

His Ted.

As he returned the kisses, his hands travelled up Ted's arms and wrapped around his neck as he kicked the door closed from prying eyes. The pressure of Ted's kisses built until he was nipping at Cody's bottom lip. He ran his tongue against where he bit him and seeking entrance to Cody's mouth.

When he opened to Ted, all the tension in his body disappeared and he relaxed in Ted's arms as he let him lead the kiss. Months, if not years of thoughts vanished and he finally felt like he had a place, and it was in Ted's arms. He pulled back to get his breath, Ted resting his forehead against Cody's as he held him to his body.

"Again," Cody demanded lightly, never wanting the kiss to stop.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed :) Please review.