Your Arms Feel Like Home

Randy smiled and kissed John again before pulling away. "We'll figure out sex when we get there. When it happens, it happens," he softly, stroking Johns cheek gently.

John nodded, smiling softly. "I love you so much... can it happen now?" He asked hopefully. He hadn't had a hard on, let alone have sex since the second he and Randy split. It seemed he only had the urge to have sex with Randy.

Randy chuckled. "John, that means when the moment happens, I'm not going to say no. That means we have to wait for that moment."

John sighed and nodded. "Alright, alright. I got ya..." He said. "But I will top you."

Randy blinked. "Um, no," he said, leaning back in the chair. "You won't."

John blinked and pouted. "Why not?" He asked, probably feeling the same way Randy felt when John said no to sex.

"Because I don't bottom to people that are smaller than me. At least not the first time," Randy replied bluntly.

John pouted. "So because I'm small, I'm not dominant enough to top you?" He asked. "Oh, when I do top you, I'll make sure you can't walk for a month." He said, sulking and pouting.

Randy rolled his eyes. "It's nothing to do with your dominance, so stop. Its my dominance that's the problem," he replied.

John rolled his eyes back at him. "I don't like your dominance. It gets annoying sometimes..." He said but kissed Randy anyway. "Yet I still love you... damn you." He chuckled.

Randy rolled his eyes again. He looked at the time. "I should be getting home..," he trailed off.

John sighed. "Do you have to? Come home with me..." He said, smiling softly. "I'll make us dinner tonight."

"It's, like, almost 10, John," Randy chuckled.

"Ohhh..." John said, looking down at his watch. "Then cuddle with me in bed." He said, whining like a child. "I don't wanna sleep alone again." He said, sounding more serious.

Randy sighed, running a hand over his head. He didn't want to sleep alone, either. "Okay," he caved. "But seriously. No sex tonight."

John nodded and smiled. "Okay, I promise. No sex." He said and took Randy's hand, pulling him outside to his Harley.

"I'll take my truck," Randy said, pointing to the large, black vehicle next to the bike. "And I'll meet you there, okay?"

John nodded and kissed Randy's cheek. "Okay." He said and hopped on his bike, driving to his condo.

Randy sighed and climbed up into his truck, driving to his house so he could grab some necessities. He went back outside and drove to John's condo, knocking on the door.

John opened the door, smiling and kissing Randy before pulling him inside. "Hey baby..." He said softly, stroking his jaw.

Randy smiled at him. "Hey," he said softly, leaning down and kissing John again.

John smiled softly when they pulled away. "It's late. Come to bed with me." he said, setting Randy's bag aside and pulling him into his large bedroom. The one they would have made love in a month ago.

Randy smiled and followed John, sighing happily. He was glad things were okay again. He didn't know how many more days he could go crying himself to sleep.

John was looking forward to sleeping peacefully in his lovers arms. He missed it. He laid down and pulled Randy with him, resting his head don his chest.

Randy shifted in the bed, getting comfortable. He wrapped his arms around John, one hand gently stroking his hair. He knew how that relaxed John.