A/N: Get comfy, this one turned into a long chapter
As John entered the building with two coffees, he took in all the work that had been done on the building. The contractors Randy had chosen had done a great job in removing all of the factory equipment and making it into a good space to teach the kids.
The walls had been made stronger but were left bare at Randy's request. He wanted to bring back the old style schools where it was about the sport and not the facilities. He and a number of other wrestlers had started in such surroundings and they had long and successful careers, and John supported him on his decisions.
He walked through the space to the back of the school where Randy's small office was. They'd found a cheap desk when shopping and Randy purchased a phone for the school. As John walked into the office, Randy was sat on the phone seemingly waiting for someone to pick up.
"Thanks darling," Randy said as took the coffee from John.
John perched on the edge of the desk and Randy automatically put his hand on the exposed skin of John's hamstring. John's eyes flicked shut as Randy gently stroked the skin. They barely had time alone anymore and it was getting to the point where small touches like this were keeping him going.
"Hey, Matt, it's Randy Orton," he said as the phone was answered. "How's my buddy Fat Albert? Really, you lost a hundred pounds?"
"Man must be looking slim," John said chuckling.
"Matt, I wanted to talk to you about a project I'm working on," Randy said sitting up straight at the desk and turning serious. "I'm about to open a wrestling school and I'm looking for a couple of guys I've worked with over the years who know the sport. I know you help out on the road these days but I was hoping you'd be interested."
Randy looked at John who was eager to know the response and whether Randy had his first trainer. He nodded briefly, smiling a little.
"That's great. Listen, are you in Florida now? You're at the Performance Center? Okay, well if you've got the time, why don't you come down to Tampa and take a look," Randy suggested. "The rings are arriving today so John and I will be getting them set up and then I just need one more trainer and some students."
"Yeah, John's going to help out but with his gyms he won't be able to be a full time trainer," Randy explained relaxing and running his hand back along John's lower leg. "Well I'll let you raise that with him, not sure he'll let me get away with calling him my cheerleader."
"Matt, fuck off, I'm not his cheerleader," John shouted down the phone while the three were laughing.
"Right. Yeah. Okay I'll give him a call, cheers Matt. I'll see you later," Randy said with a chuckle.
After Randy hung up, he grabbed John's hand and pulled him from the desk onto his lap, "Kiss me."
"Drink your coffee before it goes cold, you still need to make another call by the sounds of it," John said handing him his drink, though he still gave him a soft kiss to appease him. "Who did Matt suggest you call?"
"Darren," Randy said taking a sip of his coffee while slipping his arm around John's waist and resting it on his stomach.
"Young?"
"Matthews."
"Oh, Mr Regal, he'd be an amazing instructor, gave me a lot of sound advice over the years," John said nodding.
"Apparently he's not coping being injured," Randy said resting his chin on John's shoulder. "Matt thinks it would be a good idea to keep him busy."
"Well, I suggest you get on the phone to him," John said sitting up and removing himself from Randy's lap, even though Randy grizzled. "Oh, Ally wants to cook tonight since we're busy. What do you want me to tell her? We were going to take her out since it's the last day of school."
"Just tell her that I want to cook to relax when I get home," Randy suggested shrugging. "I want her to relax as well; she's had a rough time as of late."
"Okay, I'll give her a call and be on the lookout for the delivery van," John said kissing Randy softly again before disappearing from the room.
Randy located Darren's number on his cell phone and hit the call button. It was only a couple of rings before Darren picked up and they had a good chat catching up. It had been a few years since Randy had seen him and Darren was always a good laugh.
When they were caught up with life, Randy mentioned about his school and how he was looking for some trainers. Darren was a little concerned over Randy's invitation but Randy played to his strengths and told him what John had told him about always having sage advice, and how if wanted the best to instruct the students, especially if he wanted top talents to come out of the school.
He must have spent over an hour on the phone to Darren discussing what his plans were for the school and Darren started throwing around ideas of what they could do to help the students get the best experiences before leaving the school.
By the end of the phone call, Randy had secured another instructor and Darren was going to get hold of Matt to get him to pick him up on his way to the school.
Randy grabbed his coffee and downed the almost cold drink as he walked through to the main area where John was opening up the first of many boxes with the ring equipment in.
"Remind me why we said we were going to put these things together and not get a couple of experts in from the tour," Randy said looking at the parts John had already unpacked.
"Because we're grown men who should be able to handle putting together a few rings," John said looking confused at the instructions he'd found. "It never looked this complicated when the guys did this."
"I haven't put a ring together since we were in OVW," Randy said shaking his head. "You want me to take a look?"
"Well, you follow recipes, instructions are the non-food version," John said opening the next box.
Randy took the instructions from him and crashed out on one of the mats in the room so he could read them. After another half hour of unpacking and reading, John and Randy had sorted through the items and put them in piles for each ring.
They tackled the first ring within an hour and a half and lots of snarky comments to one another, if they'd tried doing this a few months ago, Randy was sure they would have ended up punching each other out. As it was, they threw each other in a couple of headlocks to relieve the tension. Whenever they did, they would have a skirmish with each other and John even performed the Attitude Adjustment on Randy to one of the mats.
Randy let him try to get a pin but kicked out and then grabbed him up round the waist and hit him with an amateur move he learnt at high school so John was face down on the mat. He pinned his hands to the mat and thrust against John until John tapped out. Randy could have continued since he had been over a fortnight again since they'd had any time alone, but he reminded John they had people coming.
Randy held in his frustrations before he and John returned to the finishing the ring. After they completed the first one, they moved to the second one and completed it in half the time. The third was completed quicker again and Randy pulled John into him and kissed him, thanking him for his help.
They were still sharing a kiss when they were interrupted.
"Oh how... sweet," Darren said in his Regal persona. "It makes me want to find myself a buxom wench for the night."
Randy laughed it off and went to greet the men before showing them around the facilities. When Matt asked about weight training, John explained that they would each receive a programme from Rob at Hard Nock's and then they could have any free membership to either Hard Nock's or JC's whichever they prefer.
"But, now the rings are set up, I need to get some footage of this place so it can be used on the website," Randy said as John went to the office to grab the camcorder.
"You also need to put a call out for applicants," John reminded him. "The website guy said he'd cut a video together for you so you can post to all of the social media sites you want to use."
"Let's get the facilities done first," Randy said. "It's been a while since I've done any on camera work, might take a number of takes."
"Randy you never lose it," Matt said slapping him on the back.
"Especially when it's so close to your own personality," John piped up. "I never thought I would be dating the Viper, Randy Orton yes... and I'll just shut up for now."
John was trying not to laugh at the viper stare his lover was giving him so he turned away and started recording the facilities.
"Darren, you can write some stuff down for Randy couldn't you?" Matt asked. "You're usually good at that stuff."
"Yeah, is there any paper in the office to scrawl on?"
"Yeah, on the desk," Randy said. "Cheers Darren. I was thinking that for the marketing videos we could get some shots of us in the ring, you know kind of like some of the WWE shots. You know, stood in the ring, and then in a signature pose."
"Sounds good, just one thing," Matt said with a smirk. "Don't do the hitting the mat with your fists."
"Why not, I liked it when he did that move," John said wiggling his eyebrows.
"Exactly, and if you're recording it, you may end up jumping in the ring like some fan boy," Matt said laughing with Randy.
"Whatever," John said faking a sulk. "How about you get in the ring so I can get your stuff."
Matt jumped in the ring and performed for the camera including messing about for a few shots. Randy jumped in the ring next so they could record some material and Matt jokingly took the camera off John and told him to take a seat outside the ring, he didn't want him getting worked up. As they finished Randy's segment Darren returned from the office with some wording and while Randy read it through, Darren recorded some shots and like Matt had a laugh in front of the camera as well, including going into a diatribe about his circus like family.
Randy was laughing outside the ring with John as they watched the pair mucking about and he grabbed the camera when they started scuffling about in the ring and performing some moves.
The four of them discussed what Darren had written and only changed a couple of details and then Randy nervously got in front of the camera to run it through. As he suspected, it took him a couple of takes but then he got into character and ran it through in one shot.
"So if you want to learn from the best, the viper, the face of the WWE, post a video to OrtonWrestling using the hash tag Applicant by the end of July and Matt Bloom, Darren Matthews ," he said pointing to Matt and Darren on either side of him. "And I will take a look and let you know if you've been accepted for the next term starting in September."
By the time John and Randy finished, uploaded the videos to the laptop, and sent them to his website designer, it was nearly time for dinner. They raced home and Randy made reservations while John was driving so they could go in, change, and then be back out the door again.
As it was when they got home, Alanna was sat talking with her new friend, Mike out on the patio and before Randy could even greet them, John was on the phone to the restaurant changing the reservation to a table for four people.
Randy groaned as he stretched out next to John in bed, the shrill sound of the phone blasting through his unconscious and bringing him back to the waking world.
"At least you're having fun in your sleep," John murmured before stretching and rubbing himself against Randy.
"I wouldn't, it's a rock this morning, and you were working some magic in my dreams. I'd disappoint you," Randy said snuggling into John and holding him close.
"Are you going to get that," John reminded him of the phone.
Randy sighed and rolled onto his back to reach for the phone, before he could get to it, the ringing stopped, "never mind, they can call back," he said turning back to John.
"Fine," John replied snuggling back into Randy's arms. They shifted position slightly to get comfortable and silently agreed to get a little more sleep. Just as they were drifting off the bedroom door flew open with Alanna announcing her presence.
"I was sleeping," she said throwing the phone on the bed. "I had to get up to answer it. You have to reach across to the nightstand."
"Hello?" Randy asked ignoring Alanna's griping.
John pulled out of Randy's hold and padded across the bedroom to the en suite, grizzling about their daughter no longer worrying about walking in and catching them going at it.
"Hi Steph. No we had a busy day yesterday so had a late morning," Randy said looking at the clock. It was only nine in the morning but it was much later than they usually got up. "She's doing really well. Took a while to settle in but she's an amazing girl... I know, I'm biased. How are your girls?"
Randy made small talk with Stephanie for a while, and listened as she mentioned she wasn't happy with Paul for trying to interfere in his or John's business ventures. She offered her support for the wrestling school and told him if there was anything she could do to make it a success then to let her know.
"Randy, the reason I'm calling is because I wanted to meet with you and John today. I'm flying down to the Performance Center and hoped you would come and meet with me there."
"Umm, well, it's Cody's birthday and there's a party. Apparently, I'm catering so I won't be able to make it, John's in the shower so I can get him to call you afterward and he might be able to meet with you as long as he can be back in time for the party. Ted will be mad if he's not there, Cody as well," Randy said jokingly. "Alternatively, you could always come down to Tampa and meet with us here, as long as you don't mind me getting on with the food."
"Yeah, that sounds good. As long it doesn't interfere with your plans," Stephanie said.
"No, I mean the party doesn't start until eight because Ted and Cody are heading out first," Randy said, suddenly nervous that he'd let slip about the pair. "I think Ted mentioned something about getting some drinks, as a ruse... oh they told you... they told everyone, really? Isn't that nice to know... yeah we'll see you later Steph. Bye."
Randy hit the end button on the phone and ambled out of the bedroom and down the stairs to return the phone to the stand in the hallway. He heard the television on in the family room and went in, apologising to Alanna for making her get up to answer the phone, promising to make breakfast after he'd had a shower.
He dragged himself back up the stairs and went straight to the en suite, removing his pyjama bottoms before trying to sneak into the shower with John. At the last moment, John turned round and left the shower.
"Hey, whoa, what's the matter?" Randy asked catching John by the wrist.
"I'm tired still," John said quietly, though Randy suspected it was something else.
"Come on darling," he said leading John to the bed. "What's really the matter?"
"Randy, honey, I know we're not as young as we were, and I know we have a teenage daughter in the house, but we haven't been together... properly... in nearly two months."
"Darling, you don't think I'm feeling it," Randy said hooking his legs around John. "I wake up hard, hell even this conversation has me half hard," he indicated the semi between their bodies. "I'm going to bed wanting to pin you to the mattress and fuck you until the sun comes up."
"Ran, don't be so crass," John said not in the mood for Randy's graphic comment.
"And that's exactly the reason why I don't give in," he said whispering into John's ear. "I want to lay you down and make sweet, arduous love to you. I was in heaven when we at least got to have some contact, even if I didn't get as far as I would have liked."
"I guess it was a relief," John chuckled, learning his head on Randy's shoulder. "I'm just frustrated. We use to go at it most days. Sunday mornings would be spent in bed, now everything's changed but my body isn't ready to give that up."
"Your body won't ever be ready to give it up, you'll be horny on your death bed," Randy joked.
"Like you can talk, Mr Rock Hard," John shoved at Randy.
"I can always help you out, give you some more relief," Randy said laying John down on the bed and sliding his hand down his stomach toward the towel wrapped around John's waist.
John stopped his descent, shaking his head, that wouldn't be a good idea, he'd only want more afterward. He kissed Randy gently and sent him off to the shower, advising him to have it slightly colder than he usually did.
John grabbed some clothes and changed heading downstairs where he joined Alanna on the sofa watching breakfast television.
"What time is everyone getting here tonight?" she asked scoffing some cereal.
"Ted and Cody are here for eight so everyone else was told to be here for seven thirty," John said yawning.
"So anytime after seven then," Alanna said jokingly. "Can Mike come? If his folks don't mind that is."
"It's fine by me but ask your dad as well, he's been in charge of organising it from this end," John said. "He may not have done enough food and I don't want him freaking out when the plates start emptying."
She nodded as she ate a mouthful of cereal while watching a cooking programme.
John closed his eyes for a few moments and when he opened them again, he was led down on the sofa with a blanket over him. Randy was in the kitchen mixing something in a bowl and Alanna was nowhere to be seen. He sat up and stretched his body out receiving a wolf whistle from Randy. He smirked back at him and rose from the sofa making his way over to the kitchen.
"Sorry for being a grizzly bear earlier," he said sliding his arms around Randy, letting his hands travel up to his chest. "How long was I out?"
"Just over an hour," Randy said handing John the bowl. "Can you continue mixing this, I have something to do."
"Yeah, sure," John said still feeling sleepy. He took the bowl from Randy and started mixing only for Randy to grab his head and kiss him firmly yet softly. "Mm, honey, what was that for?"
"Because I love you, and wanted to make sure you know it," Randy said taking the bowl back from John. "Now if you want to help, you can grab the food from under the grill and go and eat it."
"Fine but I like watching you cook, so I'll keep you company here if I'm not in the way, where's Ally?"
"Mike called," Randy said grimacing.
"The kid's alright, and they're not dating, just friends," John chuckled. "Besides he's way better than the last guy she bought home."
"I forgot to tell you," Randy said changing the subject. "Stephanie is visiting today; she wants to have a word with us about something."
"Something?"
"She didn't say, but I'll give you two guesses, though you'll only need one," Randy said.
John didn't respond and just kept eating his breakfast while Randy worked on the quiche he was making for the evening. Although Randy loved the business and missed it from time to time, he had come to terms with no longer being on the tour and retiring from active wrestling. John however, still missed it, and if it weren't for his injury time taking over his wrestling time, he would still be on tour and wrestling every night.
He loved his life with Randy, and now with Alanna, but he missed being on the road and entertaining the fans.
"Are you that against it?" John asked after Randy put the quiche in the oven.
"No, and now would be a good time to do it, Al's on her summer break," Randy said putting his dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
"Then what is it?"
"I have three concerns; one, Al won't like the fall out of us being back on television every week. She hasn't had to deal with that since she was a young kid," Randy said. "Two, we'd need to have large input into the storyline. I've said before, they will want to do something revolving around our relationship and I don't want it turned into a mockery."
"And three?"
"You," Randy said simply.
"Me?"
"Yes, you, you idiot. You were injured so much when you retired, I don't want to see you in that state again. You're far too important to me."
"Well, I have a way around that," John said putting his plate in the dishwasher and then consoling Randy. "I will let you take all the falls."
"Gee, thanks," Randy said rolling his eyes trying not to laugh.
"If you get injured, I could even play doctor," John said sliding his hand under the hem of Randy's short and running his fingers over the skin at the bottom of his back.
Randy kissed him, muttering about false promises, and John left him to it, making them a drink and then sitting at the counter watching Randy work.
As Randy worked and John sat keeping him company, they talked through the possibilities for a return to the ring, and both agreed it would only be a short-term thing. No one was going to talk them into a full time return. Life wouldn't allow it even if they wanted to.
John's body was starting to give out on him before he retired and Randy was on light duties because he was physically able to keep up with the schedule.
They knew they could still do short bursts of work if they wanted, but when they were retired, they both fell easily into their new lives, especially with John opening a second gym. Now with Alanna living with them, they wouldn't be able to do the travelling required on a regular basis and neither had even considered it an issue when Alanna moved down to live with them.
Alanna reappeared with Mike having spent some time at the park and they decided to come back to the house so they could do some research for their history projects.
Alanna ran up to her room to grab her iPad and Mike stood awkwardly in the room waiting. It wasn't helping that Randy was trying to stare him down. John sat nursing a cup of coffee trying not to laugh at how scared the boy looked, or how pathetic Randy was, trying to scare the boy as he dusted the top of a swiss roll with icing sugar.
"Grow up," John whispered to Randy wishing he could kick him.
Randy took his eyes off the boy when Alanna returned and the pair went out onto the patio to start work.
John made himself useful and made Alanna and Mike some drinks and then returned to his spot keeping Randy company, not to mention he wanted to stay nearby in case Randy started interfering in Alanna's friendship.
"Come on in Steph. Randy will be here in a second, he needed to change his shirt, he's covered in food product," John said showing Stephanie into the den.
"I hope Randy passed on my apologies for Paul's behaviour a few months ago, he had no right to try and interfere with either of your businesses," Stephanie said as she sat down.
"Randy did, and we don't hold a grudge, Paul saw a business opportunity and was indirectly trying to help me out. Thankfully, in the end, Randy was able to bring everyone together and we overcame it. The gym is thriving again."
"Excellent. And I hear Randy's school will be up and running in September," she said as Randy walked in.
"Yep, got a couple of crack instructors in Matt and Darren, I did have to give in to John's pleading and let him help out a little as well," Randy said smirking sideways at John. "So I said he could be the janitor."
"I can see you two haven't changed," she said laughing with them.
It wasn't long before Stephanie got down to business and as they had expected, she wanted to discuss a return to the ring, culminating in a match at SummerSlam.
John told her they'd already discussed how they wanted it to go, and although they were happy for the creative team to come up with the storyline as well as the talent they worked with, they did want the final okay on it. They also wanted to be able to wrestle leading up to the Pay per View and not just have in ring segments and interviews.
Stephanie was happy with their requirements, expecting nothing less from the pair and advised them she already had the creative team working on possible storylines, including one where Randy reunited with Paul and went up against John causing conflict between the pair.
Before Stephanie could go even further explaining the storyline, Randy refused to take part in the idea without explaining why.
"Okay, well, as I say, our creative team is already hard at work coming up with the bare bones of the idea, so how about I email you some details by the end of the day and we can confirm details over the phone tomorrow?"
"When are you looking for this to start?" John asked suddenly realising they were at the end of June and SummerSlam was in the middle of August.
"We thought next Monday, the show will be in Tampa and it seems the ideal location, any storyline can start with you both visiting your old friends," she explained.
Randy looked at John and shrugged, they both knew it was a lot quicker than they expected and they would need to make plans to shut up the house for the summer. They were already planning to head over to St Louis for a portion of the summer to decorate the house, so if they went on tour next week then they might as well bring their other plans forward.
"We just need to check with Ally," John said. "She knows you've wanted this for a while, but we don't want to agree to something if she's not going to be okay with it."
Stephanie understood and left the pair to their day promising to email them by the day's end and call tomorrow to discuss. They both saw her out and then headed back to the kitchen so Randy could continue his work.
"You know that idea of hers would only have been acting, nothing would have been wrong between us," John said taking Randy's hand before he could start work again.
"I know, but we've had a couple of occasions where we've had problems this year and I don't want to relive those feelings," Randy said squeezing John's hand.
Randy excused himself from his conversation with Dustin when he saw John enter the room with a smile. They both made a beeline for each other and John handed him the drink he'd disappeared to get a half hour before.
"The wanderer returns," Randy said kissing John after taking the drink from him.
"I got caught up with Cody, he's all giddy that the party has been thrown for him, and was continuously praising Ted for all his hard work," John said shaking his head.
"The little fink, you wait until I see him," Randy said looking around the room. "Have you seen Al?"
"She's sat on the stairs with Mike, pointing out the wrestlers he used to watch when he was a kid," John explained. "I think she likes the fact that he doesn't think she's a freak for being part of a wrestling family."
"As long as he isn't trying anything," Randy said seriously.
"After your staring contest earlier, it's a wonder the kid even came to the party," John laughed pointing out Cody as he walked through the door.
"Hey, Randy, thank you for all your hard work with the cooking, everything is delicious," Cody said throwing his arms around Randy.
"How many have you had to drink, Codes?"
"Only one," he said removing his arms from Randy and putting them back around Ted.
"Make that five or six," Ted said removing Cody's arms and taking hold of his hand.
Randy and John laughed at the state Cody was in suggested to Ted they take him over to the kitchen area and make him a pot of strong coffee to help sober him up.
After Ted managed to drag Cody away from them, Randy pulled John close, "You know if everyone is downstairs, no one will notice if we disappear up-stairs."
"And how do you presume we get up there with Ally sat on the stairs?" John said pushing back into Randy to see what state he was in. He couldn't feel anything stirring but he knew it wouldn't take Randy long once they were alone.
"You go up the staircase, and I'll go via the balcony stairs," Randy suggested. "No one will expect anything is out of sorts."
"I guess I'll see you in a couple of minutes then," John said smiling before rubbing himself against Randy.
John fled the room and headed out to the entryway where a large number of people stood mingling in their groups and some were disappearing into the den, apparently there was a hockey match on. As he went to go up the stairs Alanna stopped him questioning him where he was going, and John said he needed the bathroom but the one downstairs was in use.
Not suspecting anything, Alanna allowed John to go upstairs and he disappeared as casually as possible, locking the bedroom door as soon as he was inside. He was hoping Randy would have already been there but it didn't faze him and he whipped his shirt off and lay on the bed facing the balcony, waiting patiently for Randy, his body already reacting to the idea of what Randy would be doing to him.
He closed his eyes imagining Randy's touch, the feel of his soft lips kissing his way down his sternum, picturing what he would do to him when he hit the top of his pants. John's hand slipped down to rub his cock, hoping to keep it in check so Randy could have maximum amount of fun. Then, Randy would be doing the same, making sure everything he did was for John's enjoyment.
The minutes went by and John's imagination stopped when he realised Randy was taking far too long to get upstairs. He went over to the balcony doors and slid them open as quietly as possible to see if he could hear Randy approaching up the stairs. When he didn't hear anything, he slid his shirt back on and stepped out onto the balcony. He leaned over the side and couldn't see anyone but Ted, Cody, Dustin and Paul Wight sat around talking.
Both physically and emotionally deflated, John went back in and unlocked the bedroom door, heading back down to the party. He went through to the kitchen and family area but couldn't see Randy, though he did spot Alanna and Mike sat talking with Tyler Breeze.
He went out to the patio to see if Randy had been there but was out of his view but it was only the same people sat out there, and it was only now that John noticed Ted was trying to sober Cody up with coffee. If he weren't so annoyed at Randy's disappearing act, he may have allowed himself a smirk and maybe even make a comment to Ted and Cody while joining them for their conversation.
He managed to get away before being spotted and checked the den, as soon as he stood in the doorway, he could see Randy sat in one of the chairs, avidly watching the hockey match with the others guys and a couple of the girls who were hanging out with them.
John leant against the door, trying to look as though he were interested in the match, and maybe once upon a time he would have been, but he'd long ago lost track of the NHL. After a minute or two of waiting for Randy to make his excuses and leave the room, John gave up suddenly needing fresh air.
He grabbed a drink from the table they'd set up in the entryway and walked out the house bumping into a couple of the girls on his way out.
"Where are you going?"
"It's too crowded in there," John said as he walked by trying to act normal, though he was struggling to hold on to his frustrations.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to get Randy?" Brie Danielson called after him.
"No, I'm fine, thanks Brie, say hello to your sister," John said back as he headed off down the street not even knowing where he was going.
Before he even got to the end of the road, he heard his name being called from the house, and he recognised the voice immediately. Brie had obviously told Randy that he'd left and didn't seem like himself. He was ready to deal with Randy, and kept walking. When Randy didn't give up and kept coming after him, John stepped into the kid's playground that was round the corner from where they lived.
He perched on the swing, barely able fit on the seat, but he managed it. Seconds later Randy came running round the corner and knelt down in from of him, running his hands up his thighs in a soothing manner.
"Didn't mean to take you away from the hockey," John said without looking at Randy.
"I know, I got caught by the guys and dragged in there. I couldn't get away and after five minutes I figured you'd realise what had happened," Randy said sounding earnest.
"I guess it's plausible," John muttered.
"I was waiting for you to come and find me," Randy explained trying to get John to look at him. "I had plans to drag you down into the chair with me and we could watch it together."
"I wasn't really in the mood for hockey, since you were the one who got me in the mood for something else," John snapped.
"I know darling, I'm sorry," Randy tried to calm him. "I was more than in the mood myself."
"You couldn't have been, you were able to forget about me and get into that game. If you were waiting for me to show up, you would have been looking out for me," John said. "I stood there for a couple of minutes and the most you did was yell at the screen with the rest of them."
"I know you're frustrated-"
"I'm beyond frustrated, Randy. I'm at the point where I'd stroke off here in this park even though we could be arrested for indecent exposure, just because I need some relief, not that it is likely to help because it'll only give me a day's relief at the most."
"John, dar-"
"I just want us to have some one on one time where there are no interruptions, no phones, no kids, no friends, no family, just you and me and a bed," John said, sounding close to begging.
"I know, I want that as well," Randy said pushing up from the ground. "I want to be able to hold you down and turn you into a hot sweaty mess before I even start making love to you. Then once I'm inside you, I'd take you to the edge two or three times before I give you the relief we've both needed for a long time."
"Then do it," John said storming over to Randy. "Turn me into that guy, the guy who will cum so hard they can't stop spilling their seed. The guy that moans when he can feel his lover getting close to the edge himself, and then filling him up as he screams out his own orgasm."
"What do you want me to do? If you want to get that loud, we wouldn't be able to do it at the house tonight, or any night for that matter, not as long as Al's there. Do you want me to take you out in the truck, pull down some dirt road and have you in the back of the truck?" Randy said grabbing John up in his arms. "Maybe take you to some seedy motel so you can get as loud as the prostitutes who take their tricks there. That's not who we are."
"I just want you to make love to me. Not get me in the mood then call a halt to the proceedings," John said his frustration obvious. "You did it yesterday as well, when you pinned me to the mat. You were thrusting against me and then stopped saying we had to get back to work."
"I don't mean to do that, John. I can't help it, it happens, I get you near me, and it's been so long that my body takes over. Even when my brain knows I shouldn't be doing it," Randy said turning his back on John. He hated that he was causing his lover to be in this situation. He wished he could lay him down right there and take his time, kissing every inch of his skin before going any further. He cherished the body of his lover and couldn't stand the idea that he was getting into the state he was in.
"Ran, honey, I know you don't," John said trying to calm his emotions. He was taking his frustration out on Randy and it wasn't his fault. "We're a couple of old horn dogs who have been leashed and I'm overreacting."
John moved round Randy so they were facing one another and he pulled his down into a soft slow building kiss, "I love you."
"I love you too," Randy said puzzled. "I've never doubted that, and I hope you've never doubted me."
"Never," John said pressing their foreheads together gently. "And hey, think of it this way, maybe when we hit the road we might get some time alone."
"Well, I think we can trust Al with her own room," Randy said. "And who knows she might end up across the hall, rather than next door to us."
"I like the way your mind thinks," John smiled.
"Come on darling, we better get back before someone thinks we've eloped," Randy said pulling John into his side and putting his arm around his shoulder.
"I don't want to have parties here anymore, they never go smoothly for us," John said leaning against Randy.
"Well, at least I'm sleeping in my own bed tonight," Randy said nudging John with his shoulder.
"We need to check for that email from Stephanie," John suddenly remembered.
"Well at least that's one thing that went smoothly, I was concerned Al wouldn't want to leave Florida for the summer considering she's met this Mike kid," Randy said as they neared the house.
"I think she was already expecting to leave Florida anyway since we were talking about decorating the house in St Louis," John said pulling Randy up the driveway. "Come on, it sounds like someone has finally found the sound system and I wouldn't mind getting a slow dance with my honey."
"No bumping and grinding," Randy warned.
"Agreed!"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed :)