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"Make me feel it Honey," John moaned as Randy pushed slowly into him. "Make it so I'll feel it for the rest of the day."
"I won't hurt you," he said kissing the back of John's shoulder. "I love you," he said placing another kiss on the opposite side. "I'm proud of everything you've accomplished."
"Randy, just make love to me," John said with a hitch to his voice.
Randy slowly thrust against John, making sure to keep things gentle. Regardless of what his lover told him, he wasn't about to cause him pain. He knew why John wanted it though; John knew he would go into an automatic mode later in the day when he closed Hard Knocks for the final time. He was signing over ownership of the land to the hotel chain.
It had been a tough few weeks for John after returning from St Louis when he had met with the remaining business owners. John explained to Randy what they discussed and in the end, ninety percent of those in attendance said the right thing to do was close up shop and relocate. John was one of the few who had disagreed, though reluctantly, without the remaining businesses in the area, he wasn't going to be able to survive.
John spoke with his lawyer and advised to them to strike a deal with the hotel chain. The following days had been long; John switched off, and spent most of the day curled up on the sofa watching television. Randy would keep him company as much as possible while working around everything that needed doing in the house.
"That's it Ran, right there," John moaned lightly squeezing a nearby pillow as Randy brushed against his prostate.
"Mm, Johnny, I know how you like it," Randy moaned, grasping at John's body as he swept away into the pleasure. "I've made you happy for the last thirteen years; I know everything about your body."
"God yes," John cried.
"I know where to touch you, the right about of pressure," he said thrusting a little harder, causing John to cry out in pleasure as he proved his point. "I even know when you want me to get a little dirty with you, and make you my slut."
"Yes, do it," John's moans continued as Randy picked up the pace.
Randy pulled him so he was knelt up, sat back on Randy as he thrust up into John.
"I'll give you a reminder that I fucked you, but I refuse to give you any pain," Randy whispered in John's ear. "There'll only ever been pleasure between us, darling."
Randy gripped John's hips and thrust hard into him, hoping to give John enough pleasure to forget, even for a short time, about the plans for the day. When John grasped Randy's head and pulled him around to kiss him, mimicking Randy's movements with his tongue, and moaning into the kiss, Randy grabbed John's cock and stroked.
The affect was almost instantaneous and John was calling out, his grip on Randy becoming almost painful as he dug his fingers into his skin. He hit his climax and shot into Randy's hand and across the bedding. John collapsed back against Randy as he reached his own orgasm, shooting deep within John.
"Shit. Fuck. Shit," John swore as Randy lowered him to the bed and went to fetch a cloth from the bathroom.
"Stop swearing," Randy laughed as he returned to John, cleaning his lover up as his cum slipped from John. "You need to have a shower."
"Join me," John said rolling onto his back. "I could stand to go another round."
"Well, in that case," Randy said yanking on John's arms to pull him from the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "I think you can have a shower alone while I cook breakfast."
"Miser," John said pecking him on the lips before turning serious. "What did Ally want earlier? You were talking in hushed voices."
"Al wanted me to tell you she hopes it goes okay," Randy said with a sigh, wishing he could have kept John's mind from thinking on the matter for a while longer.
"Oh."
"Go shower, I'll have breakfast waiting when you come down with the sheets," Randy said placing a kiss to his temple.
"Wait, why the sheets? I only washed them yesterday," John asked puzzled.
"You got them messy," Randy said winking at his lover.
Randy was determined to make the day as normal as possible and not let John dwell on the negatives. He knew John would be okay. When he made it to the kitchen, his phone was chiming constantly with messages. When he opened the first one, then the second, and third his smile grew. He knew he could count on them.
Wanting something quick and easy for breakfast, Randy grabbed some eggs and set scrambling them while he put the toast on to cook. Just as he was dishing up John came down and dumped the sheets in the laundry room for later giving Randy a dirty look.
"Hey, I can't help it you put dark sheets on. If they were white, we could've got away with it for another day. Especially since I plan on being nice to you again later," Randy said pulling John in so he could grind their hips together.
"I hate to tell you this, horny honey," John said making Randy chuckle at the name. "I know I won't be in the mood later."
Randy let John escape from his loose hold and he followed him over to the table where they sat peacefully eating breakfast.
"You're coming with me later aren't you," John asked sounding unsure.
"No power on this earth could stop me from being there for you," Randy said taking John's hand in his.
"Did I ever tell you that I love you?"
"Not today you haven't," Randy said with a smirk. "Pretty sure you said it yesterday."
"Randal Keith Orton," John said moving to sit on his lap. "I love you. Until death do us part and beyond."
"No need to get sappy," Randy said swatting John's ass.
Randy pulled onto the road where the gym was as John shifted relentlessly in his seat. He felt it was stupid that John was dressed in a business suit just so he could sign over the deeds to the property. He would never come to gym in these clothes, yet for some reason as soon as it was business; he insisted on wearing a suit.
He spotted a van in the parking lot and figured Rob had arranged it to take the gym equipment into storage.
"Is that Ted's car?" John asked, spotting the familiar vehicle.
"I guess he's here for moral support," Randy said with a shrug.
He pulled into the usual space and put the car in park. John didn't move from his seat, instead just hanging his head in shame. He'd never given up on anything before and while yes, there would be other possible locations for Hard Knocks, he felt like this was the end of the business.
Randy took his hand, squeezing gently to show his support. John loved him for knowing when he needed to talk and when he wanted to get lost in his own thoughts. Randy made a gentle tugging motion and John reluctantly stepped out of the car. As he did, he saw another familiar car arrive. Cody. If he were coming, why didn't he arrive with Ted?
John watched silently as Ted went over to the car and greeted Cody with a small kiss and then in astonishment he saw Alanna hop out of the passenger side waving to John and Randy. When John made it round to Randy, his lover slung a supportive arm around his shoulders, pressing his lips to John's temple.
"Al wanted to be here to help support you. I wasn't leaving your side today so I asked Cody to pick her up," Randy explained quietly.
Randy spotted a small smile cross John's face at thought of his friends and family being there for him. Randy knew it was a day John had never thought would come, which made it even worse for him. When Alanna reached the pair, John pulled her into a tight hug and whispered a thank you to her. As he held her, his body stiffened when yet another car arrived. The one he didn't want to see.
"I left the documents in the car," John said suddenly snapping into business mode. Randy stopped John and went to the car to grab them.
"Mr. Cena, I presume," the first suit said holding his hand out to shake with John. "I know this was a hard decision for you to make but my client is very glad you did."
"I'm sure," John said politely shaking hands.
"In the long run it's for the best. All of the remaining businesses are falling into line and with the packages-"
"No disrespect intended, but I don't need to hear the spiel. It's only going to make me feel worse, knowing that other companies are closing because of I went along with it," John said cutting the man off from his well-prepared words.
John shifted, uncomfortable with the situation, wishing he could make everything go away.
"Listen, I don't want to interrupt," Randy commented, doing just that. "Why don't we move this inside? If there are any last minute customers, you can go in the office. John, it would be better than signing everything in the car park."
John shrugged, no longer interested, "Fine, if that's okay with you guys."
The suits nodded and John turned on his heel. The entrance to the gym was on the far side of the building, opening onto a courtyard for the other businesses. Randy walked alongside him, taking his hand again for support. John gave him a weak smile to show his support.
As they grew closer, John could hear some chatter and he figured it were some of the other owners milling around. He knew he was the first in line, from what he'd heard the others were signing later in the week.
They rounded the corner and John stopped dead in his tracks. The large garage style door to the gym was open and all of his gym members, NXT superstars, WWE superstars, divas, their families, and many others he didn't recognise were moving between his business and the remaining businesses on the block.
Walking up to Rob, who was in discussion with Roman Reigns, John was lost for words, "What... I don't understand, what's happening?"
"Why don't you ask him," Rob said pointing behind John to Randy.
Ted, Cody, and Alanna stood smiling at the scene, happy at the turn out for the day and at John's shock, while Randy leant against the side of the building with a smug look on his face.
"What have you done?" John said making his way over to Randy.
"When you weren't feeling yourself after the meeting and making the call," he explained with a shrug. "I made some phone calls of my own. I convinced everyone who has a business here to contact their customers and bring them here. I then did the same with everyone on tour, pulled in numerous favours via Ted and Cody. Told them to get their asses here and bring along their friends, families, and the crew. So much business can come into the area via your connections alone. Unfortunately you all become single-minded fools who only focus on their workout."
"You can do something as amazing as this, but you go and throw in an insult like that at the end," John said quirking an eyebrow at Randy before kissing him. "As amazing as this is though, it doesn't change anything. It's one day."
"Why don't you talk to the other owners before you make a final decision," Randy said running a hand over John's short hair. As John went to walk away, Randy grabbed him by the arm. "Can you get rid of the suit though? It's too hot."
"Stop checking me out," John said, his humour gradually returning.
"I meant the weather, darling," Randy said before whispering, "I saw everything else this morning."
John removed his suit jacket handing it over to Randy before making his way around the courtyard. Since he originally moved in nearly twenty years ago, the area was just warehouses. Now it had turned into a small hub of businesses and a mismatch of shops. He made his way through the throng of people, stopping to chat and receive well wishes for the future.
The more people he spoke to, the more he could see that Randy had done. He wasn't sure when Randy had made all of the phone calls and put people in contact with one another, but somehow his partner in crime had worked his magic and from the conversations he had with different shops, if the trend continued, and word continued to spread, they could be bringing in nearly double their previous earnings. Yes, they could still take a one off payment and relocate, however they would have to build up a new customer base and spend money on new advertising. In the long term, they were better off staying where they were and making a go of it. The hotel owners couldn't force them to sell their property.
"So what do you think, John?" Alanna asked linking their arms together.
"It seems everyone is reconsidering their options," John said giving her a sideways look. "Did you know he was working on this?"
"I helped him."
"I'm going to have to watch you two like a hawk," John said laughing with the girl, he considered a daughter.
John looked back over to where Randy still stood, though now he was engaged in conversation with a few of the wrestlers from the tour. He also spotted the two suits, which were representing the hotel, looking agitated, tapping their feet, and checking their phones.
"Come on, I need to let the hotel down gently," John said leading Alanna over to the two men. "Gentlemen, I think-"
"Mr Cena, we understand everyone is rallying around, however we had an agreement," the spokesperson for the pair stated.
"I know, and I'm a man of my word," John said solemnly.
"John?" Randy queried stepping up alongside him, only for John to hush him for a moment.
"However, on this occasion, I realise I've made a grave mistake. Please accept my humble apologies. This property is not for sale and although you will need to have individual conversations with my business neighbours, I think it's safe to say, no one will be selling today, or anytime in the near future," John said holding his hand out for the suits to shake.
Instead of being civil and taking John's offered hand, the two men turned heel and walked back to the car park. A few short minutes later, John and Randy heard the screeching of tiles as they left the premises.
"Do you want dinner at mine tonight?" Ted offered as soon as they finished laughing at the retreating men.
"You mean I won't need to cook?" Randy asked with mock astonishment.
"Asshole," Ted mumbled walking away with a smile.
"I should have brought a couple bottles of wine," John said as they approached the front door to Ted's house.
"They said they had beer, why would we need to bring wine?" Randy asked amused at John's concerned face.
"It's only right. We're guests for dinner," John said with a shrug, turning to the door when he heard scratching. "Is that the dog doing that?"
"Cody said she was a cutie-pie," Alanna commented, looking up from the book she had in her hand. "Is it right for a grown man, even Cody, to use the term cutie-pie?"
"John called you a cutie-pie when he met you," Randy shrugged. "You better not have you head in that book all night. You're a guest here."
"I won't," Alanna, answered with a returning shrug.
When Ted or Cody didn't answer the door after they knocked twice, Randy tried the door, finding it unlocked. When Randy didn't go in immediately, John indicated for him to go in, nudging him from behind.
The puppy greeted them immediately and Alanna bent down to scoop her up into her arms for a cuddle, with Rogue licking Alanna's face in excitement. Having been to Ted's house on previous occasions with John and her dad, Alanna led the way into the kitchen figuring they'd find Ted and Cody, but they weren't there.
Having thought she heard Ted's voice in the dining room, she walked down the corridor with her dad following up behind. She opened the door while trying to keep the dog in her arms, as she was getting fidgety. Before she could step through the door to greet Ted and Cody, her dad slammed the door closed and had a hand across her eyes to block her view.
"Dad, what the-"
"Just go that way," he said turning her around on the spot and sending her back down the corridor. She heard a commotion in the dining room a couple of swear words followed by the door opening again. She couldn't help but look back to see what was going on.
"Randy, hey um, you're here," Ted said straightening his shirt. He stepped to the side slightly and she spotted Cody in the dining room without a top, buttoning his pants.
"Oh. Oh god, gross," she yelled, the situation suddenly hitting her.
"What's going on?" John said appearing from the kitchen.
Alanna could feel her face heating up in embarrassment. "Get her out of here," her dad called sounding both amused and happy. "Anything else you want my teen daughter to see?"
"I don't want to eat at that table... ever," she said to John as he led her away.
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