Your Arms Feel Like Home

"I think we can save that for a little later. I have to finish a few pieces anyways for next week," Randy said.

John nodded. "Okay. See ya when I see ya." He said, kissing Randy before heading towards the door.

Randy chuckled softly, watching John go. He did have a nice ass... Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe.

John hopped on his bike, driving back to his high end home. He returned, showering and undressing before slipping in bed, falling right asleep, Randy in his dreams.

Randy sighed and got up, going to his room and stripping down to his boxers before lying down and quickly falling asleep.

The next morning, John got up early as usual and went to work at the building where the studio was located. As he and his group practiced, Randy was on his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about the man.

When Randy woke up, he stretched, did his daily morning duties and ate breakfast. Then he went into his studio and began to draw. He loved drawing. It focused him and soothed him. He looked at the drawing, smiling when he saw John's face. He still had about half of it to do but the outline was done. He sighed, John on his mind as he worked.

John's dancing enhanced since he met Randy. His leaps were higher. And his face lit up like it did when he first started. John always had the ability to make people happy when he danced. But before Randy, he'd been lacking that lately. And now even the other dancers were trying to keep up with their lead dancer, where it had been the other way around not too long ago.

Randy spent a few hours shading and erasing, drawing and erasing, smudging and erasing, trying to get the picture just right. This was just a close up of his face, so he had to pay more attention to detail. When he drew John dancing, he didn't need to focus on detail as much. But portraits always came out better, at least in his eyes.

John bit his lip as he thought of the new routine. It involved the whole group, but him a nd Randy would be the lead. It was contemporary, which he knew would be tough for Randy. But the dance was to Love The Way You Lie, and it was supposed to tell a story. He bit his lip. He hope Randy could do it. He also needed to talk to him about the tour... the tour of 20 different countries where they would perform.

Randy drew for the better part of the day. He loved to draw the most, and portraits were his favorite. He could take any picture and make a drawing exactly like that.

Six months. Six fucking months. John had been goo the first month of his and Randy's relationship. They moved in together, and John had never been happier... or guiltier. The lack of sex... it beat John's ass. He cheated. More than once. He loved so Randy so much, and wanted to kill himself for cheating on him. He sat in his bathroom, avoiding Randy. He needed to stop. He had to. He couldn't have sex with Randy knowing what he had done to the man he loved.

Randy sighed a bit. Tonight was the night. He was going to hive in and have sex with John. He bit his lip as he looked around for him. "Johnny? Babe, where'd ya go?" he asked, walking past the bathroom.

John bit his lip and went out to the bathroom. "I'm right here baby." He said, a sick feeling twisting in his stomach. He wanted to cry or pass out, or both. He had to tell Randy, now.

Randy smiled widely at John. He walked up to him, placing his hands on John's hips and leaned down, kissing him gently yet passionately. He pulled away and smiled. "I've got a big night planned," he said lowly with a smirk.

John blinked, a little dizzy from the kiss. "Oh? And what do you have planned?" He asked, his nerves eating up at him inside. He needed t spit it out. But he didn't wanna loose Randy... But he couldn't keep going like this.

"You'll see. Now, go get ready. I'm taking you out to dinner," Randy said with a smile, slapping John's ass lightly.

John squeaked as his ass was slapped. He chuckled slightly. "Alright then." He said and went to go get ready. An hour later, he finished, dressed in black, fitted dress pants and a fitted dress shirt and jacket. "Okay, I'm ready." He said, meeting Randy in the living room.

Randy chuckled, in a pair of dark wash jeans, a cotton button up shirt and a leather jacket. "Let's go," he said, leading John out to his truck.

John followed him into the truck. That guilty feeling followed him throughout the night. It was horrible, he wanted to cry. He wouldn't be able to even eat his food. "S-So um... what exactly are we doing after dinner?" He asked after they ordered their food.

Randy smiled and took his hands. "Well, you've been so patient the past six months and haven't pushed me into anything. So tonight, I'm going to give into you," he said with a large smile.

John looked at him for a good few seconds before he bursted into tears. He had cheated... and now Randy was gonna give him sex. He couldn't. He couldn't have sex with man. "I-I... c...c-can't..." He cried, pulling his hands away and burying his face in them.

Randy frowned. That was not the reaction he had expected to get. "Wh- Why?" he asked, feeling his heart drop into his stomach.

"I...I...I-I...cheated!" John sobbed. "I-I'm so sorry...I..." He couldn't talk anymore, guilty tears streaming down his cheeks. He felt horrible, Randy deserved much better than him.

Randy froze, John's confession ringing around in his head. He didn't react - he didn't know how. He just sat there and stared at nothing. John had cheated. The person that he was head over heels in live with - one he thought had actually lasted 6 months for him - had cheated. "Fuck you," Randy said before walking outside.