Life As He Knew It (Open)

Randy looked at him after he blew his nose. "What did he want?" he asked.

"I have to be at WrestleMania in two days. I have to be at Axxess and all that." John sighed sadly. He didn't wanna be away from Randy.

"I can go with you. I wont be able to wrestle or anything, but I can still be there," Randy said, looking at John.

"You sure you'll be able to travel? I mean with your collar bone and leg and concussion... I don't want you hurting yourself just to be with me." John said. He wanted Randy there with him, but not at a price.

"John, Ill be fine. My collarbone and leg are just broken. Nothing is going to explode if I go on a plane," Randy said. He didnt care if he was hurt. He wanted to be with John. "Wait. WrestleMania is in two days?"

John shook his had. "No, but I have to be there for WrestleMania week. Ya know, WrestleMania Axxess, and I gotta go a bunch places, meet a bunch of fans, the whole deal. Why you ask?" He asked.

Randy sighed in relief. "My birthday is two days before WrestleMania, babe," he replied.

"Oh yeeeaahhh. Lucky! Mine will be on Hell In A Cell, ain't that nice? Anyway, I'm still trying to think of your birthday present..." John trailed off. If his father could restore Randy's bike by then, knowing his Dad he probably could, then that would be the perfect gift.

"Babe, seriously. Its fine. Dont worry about getting me anything," Randy said.

"Too damn bad! You're getting something. Whether its a bike, or me dressed in leather, your getting something!" John said firmly. He'd have to call his father and tell him the deadline for Randy's bike.

Randy sighed. "Fine," he said, giving in. "How about you dressed in leather on a bike? That'd be hot."

John smirked. "You read my mind, baby." He said, leaning down and kissing Randy on the lips. "But you better think ahead for my birthday. Its a national holiday, and if you forget, I will cry and never talk to you again." He warned.

"How could I forget? When is it? October 10th?" Randy said, putting on a thinking face and tapping his finger against his chin.

John's eyes went wide, his jaw dropping. "It's the 3rd you ass!" He cried, pretending to be upset and buried his face in the pillow.

Randy chuckled. "Calm down, babe. Why would I forget your birthday? I dont have a death wish," he said, kissing Johns neck lightly.

John looked up and chuckled. "I know you wouldn't forget. Nobody forgets the Shaman of Sexy. And don't forget, diamonds are Johnny's best friend." He said with a smile.

Randy rolled his eyes. "You'll deal with what I get you," he said.

John pouted. "Fine. Then you'll get however much leather I give you." He said. He looked around the room. "Okay, I really hate hospitals. Can I go play in the wheel chair?" He asked, his green eyes getting an evil glint behind his glasses as he eyed a wheel chair across the room.

"Stay in the room and be careful, alright?" Randy said. The last thing he needed was John getting in trouble and/or hurting him even more.

John squealed happily and got up, standing on the seat of the wheel chair and with unrealistic balance, balanced the chair on its back wheels on an angle as if he were standing on a skateboard.

Randy bit his lip. He prayed John be careful. They did need to both crippled.

But John got distracted when rain started pelting against the window, and fell on his ass, his glasses going lopsided on his face. "Raaaaaaaaandy!!!!!!! My fucking ass!!!! My poor fucking ass!!!!" He yelled, holding his ass as he squirmed around.

Randy rolled his eyes. "What do you have against your ass? This is like, the second time you landed on your ass," he said, chuckling softly at his boyfriend.

"I don't have anything against it! The world has it out my poor, sexy little ass." John whimpered, going to sit next to Randy again. "That was a bad idea." He pouted, fixing his glasses in a cute, dorky way.

"I know it was," Randy said with a smile. He would have wrapped his arm around John, but that would be a bad idea.