A/N: Haven't forgotten the story, but as I explained previously, I'm back to work and have to write around my schedule.
I should mention that we are also on the home straight for this story, only 9 chapters left.
Oh, we're also nearing the 300th review so if its you, I'll send you a message about a Centon only oneshot (no MPreg or abuse stories, I can't bring myself to write those, sorry)
Monday Night Raw – Orlando, Florida
"Please welcome your guest host of Monday Night Raw," the ring announcer called as the show went live on TV. There is a moments silence before John's music fills the arena and the WWE Universe go berserk at the sound.
John walks out onto the stage and goes automatically into his old mannerisms and interacting with the crowd. He went to pull down his shirt but shrugged when he realised he wasn't wearing a WWE shirt, but instead one he'd pulled from Randy's drawer that morning before they left the house.
He was wearing one of his old baseball caps and stood tall and proud before saluting to the crowd and ran down the ramp. As he hit the bottom of the ramp, his music was interrupted by 'Voices' and he stopped his run and put his hands on his hips looking back a little bemused.
The crowds were worked into frenzy upon hearing Randy's music and went even further into the frenzy when Randy stepped out onto the stage. John watched as his lover stood at the top of the ramp and looked out into the WWE crowd. Randy looked good though he couldn't put his finger on what seemed out of place as Randy slowly made his way down the ramp.
John checked his watch, exaggerating the fact that Randy was taking his time. When Randy stopped next to him, John stood looking at him while shaking his head. Randy looked puzzled but smirked.
John ran the short distance to the ring and slid under the bottom rope, as was his usual style, while Randy walked up the steel steps and grabbed their microphones before entering the ring. It was when Randy handed off the microphones and climbed to the second rope to pose, that John realised what was out of place. He was used to seeing Randy heading to the ring in just his wrestling gear. It was rare that Randy wore pants on the show, though for once, as he tried to get a discreet look, John was glad Randy was wearing the tight jeans and t-shirt.
Randy stepped down from the ropes and John indicated for him to start on the microphone. Randy shook his head and sat on the back turnbuckle letting John have the spotlight. John smirked and shook his head at Randy, realizing that Randy was having fun as much as he, at least in his own way.
"Well, well, well, it's been a while," John said turning serious as he spoke. "The last time I was stood in a WWE ring, I was telling the WWE Universe I had to call it a day."
The crowd started a 'welcome back' chant, which John held out the microphone to encourage them.
"I know I speak for both of us when I say, it's good to be back. Truth is, I didn't want to leave. My whole life was wrestling, it was hard to make that decision, and even as I walked down to the ring that night, I was still trying to decide what to do," John explained passionately. "In the end the reason I knew it was time to go, let my body recover properly, was because I was able to look around the locker room and see the likes of Roman Reigns, Daniel Bryan, Bray Wyatt and I knew I was leaving it in safe hands.
"Even now I sit at home and watch the newest generation of wrestlers starting to come through and I can't wait to see what's to come. So much so, that I want to see what will happen when you put Bray, Daniel and Roman in a six-man tag against Fergal Devitt, Marcus Louis, and Tye Dillinger" he said letting the crowd cheer their appreciation of the match. "But, there are also those who were here before I left and had a lot of potential to live up to. One such person is someone I know Randy has some mixed history with, the current WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Ted DiBiase."
The mention of his friends name had Randy hopping down from the turnbuckle and stepping up alongside John. John steps back and lets Randy have the spotlight, mimicking Randy by sitting on the top turnbuckle.
Randy stalked the ring for a moment before speaking, "John's right. I have a chequered history with Ted DiBiase. Once upon a time, we were a part of a faction that looked to the future. Myself... Ted DiBiase... and Cody Rhodes. Now depending on what time of year it was, we could all be on the same page and leaving a wake of destruction in our paths," he said looking back toward John who had taken a lot of punishment during that time. "Then again we could be split, Ted and Cody deciding that, of all people, I was the weak link of the group. As it turns out, I was the strong link and I kicked both their asses at WrestleMania XXVI."
The crowd cheered at reference to the match and Randy took a moment to allow them to voice their opinion.
"It seems even sixteen years later, Ted and Cody can't get along, and the matches they have had over the last year have been some of the best I have seen during my time in the business and call me selfish, but I wouldn't mind seeing another match between the two," Randy said the crowd erupting yet again. "So tonight, one on one, in this very ring, Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase will compete for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship in a Falls Count Anywhere match."
Before John and Randy could continue their interaction with the audience, music hit and Becky Lynch stormed down to the ring.
"It's nice that you get to have your gglory," she said snatching a microphone from John. "You've set a match up for all the top guys and future top gguys of the business. Just like usual. How about you do something different than every other person to come in as guest host."
"And what you suggest that is?" Randy said stepping into her space.
"Your friend here is always talking about the future of the WWE, about the little guys, the guys just coming into the business, yet both of you have set matches for those at or nearing the top of the heap," Becky ranted at Randy, not threatened by him invading her space. "How about you do something different?"
"Okay, how about this? Since you're dressed for action, how about a divas battle royal, right now," Randy suggested.
John took the microphone back from Becky, "I'll make it even better, the winner of the battle royal, gets a title shot for the Divas Championship. But since Paige already has a match set for the next Pay per View, the winner will have to face Paige at SummerSlam."
"Best of luck," Randy said brushing passed Becky on his way out of the ring with John.
After the match
"She's actually a good wrestler," Randy commented as the camera cut back to he and John sat in their office backstage.
John is sitting next to him in the office and while Randy has his feet up on the coffee table, clearly relaxed and enjoying being the one in charge rather than wrestling, John is finding it harder to relax. That was the difference between the two men these days, wrestling was Randy's life, but he was just as happy now to sit back and watch others put their bodies on the line. He'd taken his share of bumps over the years, suffered enough injuries, especially with his shoulders, now it was someone else's turn. For John, being around the business, he just wanted to be out in the ring wrestling. Sitting back and playing host wasn't his idea of fun.
"Will you relax," Randy said. "That was the first match and a divas match; you wouldn't have been able to compete in it anyway."
"Okay, okay," John said holding his hands up in defeat. "Next match I promise, I'll relax."
Before they could finish speaking, the office door smashed in and Cody sauntered into their office. It was clear he was there to see Randy so the taller man stood and went face to face with Cody. It looked for a moment like Cody was going to start yelling in his face but in the end, he offered his hand out in friendship.
"Cody, good to see you," Randy said tentatively taking Cody's hand.
"Randy, John," he nodded to John who still sat on the sofa. John acknowledged Cody but shifted his position on the sofa so he could see the television screen. "I wanted to stop by and thank you for the title shot."
"You're welcome," Randy said shifting his weight causing John to tut and tilt his head round as Randy blocked the screen again. "I should say though, I didn't do it for you."
"Either way, that belt is coming back where it belongs. Ted's WrestleMania win was a fluke and every match after that," Cody said shaking his head.
"I watched those matches, it was no fluke," Randy rebutted. "You underestimated Ted and you lost because it. If I were you, I'd be preparing for my match right now."
"I guess I should," Cody said holding Randy's stern look.
Cody left the room and Randy stood watching his make his exit only to be hit in the leg by John. He looked down at John who was staring up at him.
"I'd like to be able to watch the match," John said indicating that Randy was blocking the television.
Randy looked at the screen and saw the ring announcer making his way into the ring, with no wrestlers in sight.
"There's no one in the ring yet," Randy said sitting back down on the sofa.
Two matches later
"I can't believe Big E, how could he do that to me," Zack said storming through the back holding his head.
"Baby," Paige complained as she followed him. "It was a mistake. Big E didn't mean anything by it."
"I don't care, I've had enough," Zack yelled back.
"Ah the dulcet tones of thee Long Island Iced Z," John said walking up behind Zack.
There was a small cheer from the crowd as John stepped onto screen again and Zack took his time to turn around. When he did his grin returned to his face and he was beaming in excitement, exactly how he used to whenever John would make a fleeting appearance on his YouTube show.
"Woo Woo Woo," John said jokingly fist pumping the air.
"You know it," Zack finished. "Dude, how you been?"
"I've been good, thank you," John said with a non-committal tone and his usual polite smile and nod.
"I wasn't sure if you were going to come say hey or not."
"Being host to this show keeps you busy," John said with a shrug. "I see things are going well for you, even if tonight didn't go as planned."
"Dude, definitely, I got the IC title, had it for the last six months," Zack said patting the belt sat over his shoulder.
"I was actually meaning," John said nodding his head to Paige.
"Oh right, yeah, Paige," Zack said. "Paige, you know John don't you?"
"I was around when John was wrestling," Paige said with a smile.
"Dude we should so-"
"John, I'm sorry to interrupt," a member of the WWE personnel said. "Um, Randy asked me to find you. Said he needed you in the office."
"Okay, I'll be there," John said turning back to Zack. "Good seeing you Zack. Paige."
John walked down the corridor without looking back toward Zack. Zack stared at him, shooting daggers down the corridor.
"I can't believe it," Zack said shaking his head.
"What?" Paige sounded exasperated. "You and John are friends right?"
"We were, apparently not as good as I thought. I can't believe he just blew me off," Zack said. "I guess he's spent too much time with Randy."
After the show
"Okay, some stuff was lame, but I guess it's just the first week right?" Alanna said as John drove them to the hotel they were staying at.
"We were just reintroducing ourselves to the audience, it's been a while," Randy said trying to hold back a yawn. "Those people in the crowd were a lot younger when we left; some of them were just small kids. We needed to pick up new followers."
"I think it was good, we seemed to get cheered and I'm pretty sure I didn't get any Let's Go Cena, Cena sucks chants," John said smiling over at Randy.
"Give it time, darling," Randy laughed.
John pulled the car into the hotel and let the valet have the keys for the car as they grabbed their bags from the back. They checked for messages with the front desk before heading up to the floor they were staying on. Alanna had been given her own room across from theirs. When they reached their rooms, Randy and John told Alanna to come over in ten minutes and they would have something to eat from room service.
As soon as they were in the ring together, Randy was on the phone and ordering something from the menu.
"Food here yet," Alanna said as she entered the room using the key they provided for her.
"They said ten minutes," Randy said coming out from the bedroom in a pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt. When Alanna sat in the comfy chair in front of the television and started flicking through channels, Randy nudged John. "Where did you put it?"
"In the safe with our passports, combination is your birthday," John whispered as he checked through his bag for his pyjamas. "Did you unpack my clothes?"
"What clothes?" Randy asked as he went over to the safe.
"My pyjama bottoms," John said still rifling through the bag.
"Yeah, they're on the bed," Randy said going over to John and spotting the mess he'd made of his bag. "Ah to be on the road again. John Cena and a messed up bag. Don't start complaining tomorrow morning when you don't have any tidy clothes."
"Like you would do anything about it, you leave the clothes to me," John said swatting Randy's butt on the way to the bedroom to change.
Alanna rolled her eyes as she heard them bickering. She jumped from her chair when there was a knock on the door, grateful not to have to listen to them anymore. Since being on the road, her dads were acting more like they were in college than in their forties. She opened the door and let room service in.
"Dad, food's here," she called to let him know he needed to pay.
While Randy paid for their meal, Alanna took the lids from each of the plates and set them out on the table along with the cutlery and drinks. The three of them sat down at the table and ate their meal together, talking again, about how they felt the show went.
"Al, we wanted to have a word with you about something," Randy said looking to John for him to contribute.
"We know we said we would be going to St Louis next week," he said taking a mouthful of food.
"The thing is, as much as we have things to do with the condo," Randy continued. "Well-"
"Dad, you promised we were going back, that we could do something with Grandma and Grandpa," Alanna whined. "Please. It's not like you can wrestle if you go on tour. You said that wouldn't happen until you have a match on Raw."
"Let us explain," John said trying to calm the situation. "It's just something has come up that is more important than decorating."
"What?" Alanna said disappointed not to be going back to St Louis.
Randy handed her an envelope with a gold bow around it, smiling at her shocked and confused face. She took it off him and she tore into the envelope.
"It's a week early, but happy birthday," Randy said smiling with John.
"Oh my god, oh my god," Alanna shrieked as she saw the plane tickets. "We're going on holiday."
"I'm afraid it's not even for week, but we need to be back for Raw and we thought you would probably prefer to see your grandparents and your mom on your actual birthday next Tuesday," John said hugging her as she ran around the table and gave them both a hug at the same time.
"Thank you, thank you," Alanna shrieked in their ears at the present. "Love you both."
She did a happy dance on the spot, "Oh can I go? I want to face time and let my friends know."
Before Randy could even answer, Alanna was bouncing out of the room and across the hall.
"Night," he called to the door laughing.
"I think she liked it," John laughed as well as he put the empty plates on the tray and into the hallway for collection. When he closed the door and turned around he forgot everything seeing Randy stood in the doorway to the bedroom.
"Come here darling," Randy whispered loud enough that John could here.
John walked across the room and took Randy's hand as he reached his lover. He led Randy over to the large bed, "Lie down."
Randy quirked an eyebrow at his partner's instruction, considering he was the dominant one in the bedroom, it was a shock to hear John tell him what to do. Regardless he climbed onto the bed and laid back for his lover. It had been so long for the pair he was willing to do almost anything for him.
John crawled up his body and kissed him, his tongue immediately pushing into Randy's mouth. The need between the pair ignited the passion between them and John pressed his leg between Randy's, grinding down on his lover, causing them both to moan at the feel of their hardening cocks.
"Darling," Randy moaned as John latched his lips onto Randy's neck, kissing up and down the expanse, running his tongue along the tips of the tattoos, which wrapped around from his back.
"I love you, honey," John whispered before kissing Randy again, their tongues mating as Randy wrapped his arms around John, enjoying handing over the control for the moment. His hands travelled down John's body and slid straight into John's pants, grabbing his ass as John continued grinding against him.
Randy wondered for a brief moment if John was going to get his own back for the unfortunate number of times Randy had worked him up and not been able to finish the job because of interruptions. He shook the thought straight from his head as he remembered his lover didn't have that attitude within him.
They had both suffered from the lack of one on one time and now was their chance to get what they wanted and desperately needed from one another.
Randy moved his hand from inside John's pants and slid it under the loose t-shirt he wore, the feel of John's back muscles was something else and Randy could spend hours running his hands over the skin.
John kissed down Randy's neck and pushed Randy's shirt up to reveal his chest, straight away moving his lips from Randy's neck to his the newly revealed body part. He moaned against the skin as he flicked his tongue against one nipple and then the other, following the line of his sternum down before kissing Randy's abs as he lowered down causing Randy to moan and buck his hips up from the bed in request for John to keep going.
"Patience, honey," John smiled as he moved down and let his hand grab the bulge in Randy's pants. He gripped the waistband of Randy's pants and boxers and pulled them down his long legs. Randy sat up and removed his shirt, throwing it to the floor to join his pants.
Before he rejoined Randy on the bed, John lowered his pants, leaving on his boxers as Randy slid the his hands under the hem of John's shirt and pushed it up, revelling in the sight of his lover's toned body.
"I love that sight," Randy whispered as John laid him back before moving quickly down his body. Randy took a sharp intake of breath as John took hold of his cock and then slid down the shaft as he held his balls with his free hand.
Randy closed his eyes and propped his arm behind his head as he relished in the sensual touch of John's mouth on his cock. He moaned as John's mouth lowered all the way down and Randy felt the tip of his cock slide into John's throat.
With his cock rock hard and ready to go, Randy stopped John's talented mouth as he went to go back down again, "Kiss me."
John smiled and crawled up Randy's body, placing lazy kisses on his stomach and chest before latching onto his lips once more. Randy's hands wandered and slipped under the waistband of John's boxers. He pushed them down slightly as he rolled John to his back and took control of the kiss they shared.
Removing John's boxers, Randy didn't take his time moving back up John's body as he usually would. Instead, he latched his lips around the tip of John's cock and slowly slid down the hard shaft, causing John to buck up off the mattress.
"Oh god," John moaned running his hand over the back of Randy's head as he worked the hard cock in his mouth. Randy moved his lips and tongue repeatedly over every inch of his lover, John moaning under him as he enjoyed the rare treat of Randy taking him in his mouth.
"Too long, honey," John moaned making Randy stop the sweet torture. Randy knelt up on the bed and dragged John's body tight to his, wrapping his thighs around his waist. He held himself over John's torso and kissed him hard as he started thrusting against him, John's moaning getting louder.
He knew John wouldn't want to cum like this and he wasn't about to make him, but he wanted to have John in a hot and sweaty mess by the end and he knew once he was inside John he wouldn't last long. It wasn't just John who had been without for too long.
"I'm going to give you what you need, darling," Randy breathed in John's ear, his voice raspy from the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
John wrapped his thick arms around Randy's shoulders and held on as Randy smashed their lips together again as he continued thrusting against John. John let go with one arm as he reached under Randy's pillow to find a bottle of lube for them to use. "Have you been planning this Orton?"
"No more than you Cena," Randy said smiling down at his lover as he grabbed the lube from John. He quickly lubed himself up and probed gently at John's opening making sure he was able to take him easily. It had been a while and he didn't want to hurt his lover.
John grabbed Randy's hand wanting to stop him from preparing him too much, he wanted to feel Randy press into him. He directed Randy's hand to his cock and his lover stroked him slowly as he pushed his hard cock into John.
"Oh god," they moaned together.
"Fuck, I don't remember you ever being this tight," Randy moaned, still slowly stroking John, distracting him from the discomfort he was probably feeling.
"Ran, honey, please," John begged quietly running his hand up Randy's lower arm.
Randy adjusted their position so John's legs rested on his shoulders. He kept his thrusts short, making sure not to pull all the way out. He wasn't going to last and he wanted John there with him when he did.
He grabbed John's cock again and stroked it as he thrust into John, watching his partner relax into bliss. He'd missed seeing John in this state and he made a mental promise to find time to spend with John, one on one, more often. He never wanted to leave it so long again.
Overcome by emotion, Randy lowered John's legs and held himself over John, changing to long languid thrusts as he kissed John tenderly but with a shared heat. Randy grabbed at John's thigh as he kept the thrusts going, a coiling heat already building in the pit of his stomach, swallowing John's moans as they kissed.
John slid his hand between his body and stroked his cock some more as Randy's lips moved to his neck and shoulders, licking and nipping at the skin, John's moans now resonating in his ears.
He pressed their bodies together and trapped John's cock, giving him the friction he sought as his trusts became harder.
"John, darling."
"I'm there," John grunted as Randy thrust hard into him, John clawing at his ass trying to press him even closer together.
"Fuck. Close."
"Me too," John moaned, his hands travelling the expanse of Randy's back.
Randy slammed his hand against the headboard and pushed even deeper into John.
"Fuck. Randy. Fuuckk," John cried out as his load spilled between their bodies, his tight muscles gripping Randy, suffocating his hard cock and causing him to explode within him.
"John," Randy breathed collapsing against John.
He barely had the strength to move, but as soon as he had breath back in his lungs, he made himself move and pull out of John. Rolling onto his side, he entwines his legs with John and kisses him softly and slowly, exploring his mouth like they were kissing for the first time.
"I promise never to leave it that long again," Randy said holding John's gaze. "I love you, John Cena."
John smiled at his partner, loving how tender he could be. "I love you too, Randy Orton. And even if we never have sex again, I will always love you."
"Don't get all mushy on me, Cena," Randy said rolling to his back and pulling a smiling John with him.
"Get some sleep, honey; you'll need your strength tomorrow morning," John said shifting position to have his back to Randy, his head resting on Randy's shoulder.
"Mm, what's happening tomorrow morning?" Randy asked switching the lights out and curling in behind John, hoping he knew the answer to his question.
"You're carrying the bags down to the car," John said, the smirk evident in his voice even if Randy couldn't see it.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, and don't forget the chance of a oneshot for the 300th review