Anniversary fic!
Ugh, I wanted to get this done before the 18th, but, alas, I got called into work and that took a solid 5 hours out of my day. Oh, well. It's still the 17th in some places. :P Ok, so, anyway, here's a short, cute and sexy 7th anniversary fic for John and Randy. :D
Home. It was a place both enjoyed being. Their days off were generally spent at home. But this day in particular they were planning on staying home. Sure, they owned this house for a year, but as soon as they stepped into the front door for the first time it became their home.
And today was their day. Their day because when they first got together, neither one ever thought they’d have an anniversary that would be legally recognized by anyone. So, even when they did get married in John’s home state of Massachusetts, they still considered this day, June 17th, their day. Not that their date in September didn’t mean anything to them, because it most certainly did, but this day…
John and Randy were sitting on the couch together, Randy’s leg thrown over John’s with Oz in the DVD player, as midnight rolled around.
“Is it too soon in the day to tell you happy anniversary?” Randy asked.
“Nah,” John replied, letting his eyes flick to Randy’s before turning back to the TV.
“Good to know that I’m more important than the show,” Randy said, even though he was as into the show as John.
“Fuck you, man. It’s almost over… You know you gotta shut up for New Year’s.”
As they watched the final minutes of season three, their bodies were constantly moving closer. Eventually Randy shifted completely so his head was now lying across John’s legs. One of John’s hands was running through Randy’s short hair, scratching his scalp gently with each pass, while the other rested on Randy’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat on his palm. Randy’s arm was draped over the side of the couch, and his hand skimmed over John’s muscled calves.
When the show finally ended, John’s hand left Randy’s head as he grabbed the remote and clicked off the TV. “So, what was that you were saying earlier?”
“I said,” Randy began with a grin on his face, “happy anniversary.”
John bent forward and let his face hover over Randy’s as he replied, “Happy anniversary.”
Randy lifted his head up to meet John’s lips in a light kiss. John pulled back, but instantly placed another peck on Randy’s awaiting lips. Another and another and another, until he finally let his tongue out to tease over those lips, those lips that parted instantly, allowing John access into the warm cavern of his mouth. And though he knew that mouth better than anything, he’d never get sick of exploring it, reveling in the tastes that were distinctly Randy… and the spearmint AIM he was fond of. He was like a little spelunker of Randy’s mouth.
“Bedroom?” Randy murmured against John’s lips.
“Nah, I think the couch suits me just fine.”
“Well, I think our first fuck on our first anniversary as a married couple should be in the bedroom.”
That earned an eye roll from John. “You’re not done with that shit yet?”
“Would I be Randy Orton if I were to let up on something like that? Especially since you make it pretty fucking obvious that it annoys the shit out of you…”
“True… There can’t be much shit left for you to use it with, so I’ll just let it run its course…”
Randy smirked, running his hand up his body and letting it fall on John’s crotch. He felt the hardness coming to life through the jeans, and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to lie back on their bed and take John inside of him and hold him there forever, for them to be always connected. “So,” Randy began to ask, shifting his position once more so he was now kneeling on the couch, hand ghosting over John’s neck, his face centimeters from John’s, “are we going to the bedroom?”
“If that’s what you want,” John answered.
Randy smiled and placed one foot on the floor as he stood up off the couch to lead the two of them to their bedroom.
Normally couldn’t care less about where they had sex, be it on the couch, in the car, on the kitchen table, the Fenway bathroom, it was all good to him. But even he had a small romantic side, and that side of him as pleading with him to be with John in their bedroom on their anniversary.
They were up the stairs and through the door to their room in a flash. Randy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled John on top of him, and their lips met in another kiss, with John’s tongue invading Randy’s mouth nearly instantaneously.
Mouths still attached, the two men scooted up the bed so Randy’s head was now resting on the pillow. His hands were wrapped around John’s neck, and John’s hands were planted on the bed. Randy bucked his hips up, grinding his need into John’s.
John groaned, but pulled back out of their kiss. “Wanna feel you…”
Randy released the grip on his arms and let them fall from John’s neck. He then sat up as John grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and began to raise it up over his head, loving when John’s hands would graze over his skin. He lifted his hands over his head, allowing for John to remove his shirt completely.
It was a beautiful sight before him. Goddamn, seven years together and the man before him was still all he could ever ask for. John placed a hand on Randy’s chest and gently pushed him backwards until Randy’s head was on the pillow once more. He quickly removed his own shirt and tossed it to the side, where it landed on top of Randy’s.
Bending forward, John scattered kisses over Randy’s chest, flicked his tongue out over Randy’s nipples, and began his trail of kisses again down Randy’s center until he came to the band of Randy’s sweats.
Randy arched his hips off the bed, silently pleading with John to slip them over his hips and off his legs to add them to the pile of their crumpled clothing lying on the floor.
At Randy’s insisting, John hooked his fingers under the band and slid the slow slung sweats off of Randy, letting his hands skim over Randy’s legs as he moved further down. He tossed them to the ever growing pile, and then turned back to Randy. He kissed the top of each of Randy’s feet, earning him a groan from Randy. Once again, John started leaving a trail of kisses, this time up the inside of Randy’s right leg. At the inner thigh, John licked and kissed there. Though he was just inches from his target, he couldn’t let the chance to tease Randy pass him by. He attached his lips to one spot and sucked and bit and licked, marking Randy as his.
“John, please,” Randy pleaded, wanting John to put his ever talented mouth to even better use on his dick, his dick that had been aching for John’s touch for minutes now.
“What is it? What do you want me to do?” John asked as he lifted his head up and gazed right at Randy.
“Touch me,” he pleaded.
“Last I looked,” he began, running his hand over Randy’s thigh, “I was touching you.”
“Touch my dick, fuck, John, please.”
John trailed his hand from Randy’s inner thigh up to his dick, where he let just the tips of his finger brush over it. “Like that?” John asked as his fingers continued to just barely touch Randy’s hard cock.
“More. Please, I want more of you.”
John wrapped his hand around the base of Randy’s dick and gave it a light squeeze. Randy’s hips bucked up into the grasp. “Like that?”
“Yes!”
He began stroking his hand up and down the hard cock, keeping his moves slow, drawing out all the pleasure he could. Randy was making all kinds of noises, moans scattered with muttered words, strings of cusses spattered with grunts. And John was drinking it all in.
John licked from Randy’s thigh up to his hip and over to his dick, from base to tip, where he took just the head into his mouth. His tongue swirled around, picking up the stray drops of liquid that were dripping out.
Randy was fighting the urge to grab the back of John’s head and pushing him down so his entire dick was engulfed in the wet heat. He wanted to so bad. But he was also really liking what John was doing, really liked how John’s tongue was teasing just the sensitive tip of his dick while John’s hand was working him up and down. But he also really wanted John inside of him.
“John,” Randy moaned out, placing his hand on the back of John’s head, “stop.”
Raising his head off Randy’s cock, John stopped the instant Randy said anything. “What, are you-”
“No,” Randy cut him off. He knew John was asking if he was close. While he was getting there, he wasn’t there yet. But his need to feel John inside of him at that very moment was overpowering. “Want you,” was all he said.
John smiled and kneeled up, removing his own sweats that he forgot he even had on he was so lost in the moment. Once those were added on top of the pile of clothes, John reached over to their bedside table and grabbed some of the lube they kept there. He flipped open the top and squeezed a little into his hand to spread over his fingers.
Randy reached his hand up and wrapped it around the back of John’s head, pulling him down towards him in a kiss as John’s hand moved downwards in search of Randy’s entrance. He slipped one slicked up finger inside and he heard Randy’s groan in his mouth as he swallowed it up. John slid the finger in and out, letting it go in deeper and deeper with each go.
When John removed his single finger, Randy arched his hips up, longing to feel something filling him up. Going back with two fingers this time, John eased them inside Randy’s hole and twisted them, turned them, and thoroughly fucked Randy with his two fingers, just a sign of things to come.
“Shit, stop teasing!” Randy shouted as John’s fingers curled to press against his prostate.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck, John, haven’t I already said that enough? I want you inside of me. Wanna feel you deep inside.”
“Sounds good to me,” John agreed, placing a quick kiss on Randy’s lips before he sat up to spread some more lube onto his dick.
Randy moved his legs, wrapping them around John’s torso. With his legs, Randy, helped inch John forward until he was fully sheathed inside.
John slowly drew his hips back, then rocked back in. He bent forward, meeting Randy’s mouth with his. Their tongues met, Randy taking John’s into his mouth, just as he took John’s dick inside of him.
John kept his slow pace, wanting this to be more than some fast, hard fuck. That was their typical MO, and this one was going to be different. John moved slowly but he went in deep. His deep thrusts pressed his dick against Randy’s prostate, causing Randy to continuously moan into John’s mouth as their tongues still tangled with one another’s.
Randy’s hand was on his cock, sliding his hand up and down, moving faster than John’s thrusts, trying to bring about his release.
Both of their orgasms were drawing close, and they knew it. John tried to stay steady with his thrusts, but as the minutes passed by, they became more erratic, faster, though still deep, hitting Randy’s prostate repeatedly.
Their kiss broke off, allowing Randy to cry out freely as his orgasm finally overtook him. His legs tightened around John, pulling him deeper inside as his ass clenched around John’s dick. His head was thrown back into the pillow, hips arched off the bed as his cum splashed over his stomach.
John continued to move his own hips back and forth, focusing on the pleasure of his dick buried within Randy’s tight, clenching hole and letting his orgasm wash over him. His eyes scrunched closed as he began to shoot within Randy’s body, his own cries mixing with Randy’s.
“Happy anniversary,” John said once more as his breathing started to even out. He slipped his now limp dick out of Randy’s ass and lay himself down on top of him.
“Love you,” Randy told John with a lazy, satisfied smile.
“You, too. Wanna go get cleaned up a bit?”
“How do you think we should do that? Shower?”
“I’d be up for a shower.”
When they woke up that morning, Randy’s back was pressed up into John’s front, and he felt John’s hard dick on him. “Hey, what are we doing today?” Randy asked sleepily.
“I dun care,” John muttered, his voice also heavy with sleep. “We could just stay in bed all day.”
“As tempting as that may be,” Randy replied, sliding out of John’s arms and sitting up, sliding over to the side of the bed and letting his legs hang off, “I’m too ADD to not get some change of scenery.”
“Alright, then. You have anything in mind?”
“No. I was hoping you would. You’re the plan guy… Well, at least out of the two of us...”
“Yeah. I dunno.”
“Did you know that this is the copper anniversary?” Randy asked out of no where.
“Come again?” John lifted himself up onto his elbow as he stared at the back of Randy’s head.
“The 7th. It’s the copper anniversary.”
“Really? Do you want the pennies outta my pocket then?”
“No, I was just stating a fact.”
“I never took you for one of those guys that bursts out random facts left and right. Sounds more like something Cody would do.”
“Oh, well, he’s the one that told me that.”
John shook his head and laughed. “Figures. Kid should go on Jeopardy.”
“He should. So, what are we doing today?”
“Well, we could go out to dinner somewhere.”
“Fuck that. We eat out too much, I don’t want to go out to dinner while we’re home.”
“Then why don’t you cook us something?” John suggested. He shifted up onto his knees and walked himself over to Randy, resting his hands on Randy’s shoulders and moving his thumbs around in soothing circles.
“Like what?”
“Are you saying that you will cook us dinner today?”
Randy shrugged, and tipped his head forward as John deepened the massage he had begun to give. “Maybe. What do you want tonight? Shit, what do we even have in here to cook?”
“Not a damn clue. We can go find out.”
“We could always make dinner together.”
“Why? So you can tell me what I’m doing wrong, just like at Thanksgiving?”
“Nah, it was just a suggestion. Cuz, ya know, couples that cook together… Stay together…” Randy finished, unable to come up with anything better to say.
“Well, that is a nice thought. But, let’s face it, we’ve been together for seven years, which means we’ve known each other for eight, and we’re still happy and still together, even with all the shit we’ve been through, and even with you being, well, yourself. On the other hand, maybe cooking together wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”
Randy grinned. “Not a bad idea at all. I think we have some chicken somewhere. You know what? We could grill it up, have ourselves a barbeque out on the back deck. It’ll be easier than cooking up some fancy dinner. And it’s more… Us.”
“Ok, barbeque it is. This should be our thing. Each year. At least when we’re home, ya know? Just the two of us should have an anniversary barbeque.”
“We could do that. I’ll have to ask Cody what next year’s is. Hey, do you think we should start all over? Should we actually be approaching the, what is it? Paper anniversary?”
“Fuck that.” John reached down and grabbed Randy’s left hand, the hand with the ring on it. “It’s not like we ever needed these,” John said as he ran his finger over the band. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it, I love having you, but we never needed them. So we’ll let Ted and Cody have the paper, and we’ll be satisfied with copper. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds fine by me.”
Home. It was a place both enjoyed being. Their days off were generally spent at home. But this day in particular they were planning on staying home. Sure, they owned this house for a year, but as soon as they stepped into the front door for the first time it became their home.
And today was their day. Their day because when they first got together, neither one ever thought they’d have an anniversary that would be legally recognized by anyone. So, even when they did get married in John’s home state of Massachusetts, they still considered this day, June 17th, their day. Not that their date in September didn’t mean anything to them, because it most certainly did, but this day…
John and Randy were sitting on the couch together, Randy’s leg thrown over John’s with Oz in the DVD player, as midnight rolled around.
“Is it too soon in the day to tell you happy anniversary?” Randy asked.
“Nah,” John replied, letting his eyes flick to Randy’s before turning back to the TV.
“Good to know that I’m more important than the show,” Randy said, even though he was as into the show as John.
“Fuck you, man. It’s almost over… You know you gotta shut up for New Year’s.”
As they watched the final minutes of season three, their bodies were constantly moving closer. Eventually Randy shifted completely so his head was now lying across John’s legs. One of John’s hands was running through Randy’s short hair, scratching his scalp gently with each pass, while the other rested on Randy’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat on his palm. Randy’s arm was draped over the side of the couch, and his hand skimmed over John’s muscled calves.
When the show finally ended, John’s hand left Randy’s head as he grabbed the remote and clicked off the TV. “So, what was that you were saying earlier?”
“I said,” Randy began with a grin on his face, “happy anniversary.”
John bent forward and let his face hover over Randy’s as he replied, “Happy anniversary.”
Randy lifted his head up to meet John’s lips in a light kiss. John pulled back, but instantly placed another peck on Randy’s awaiting lips. Another and another and another, until he finally let his tongue out to tease over those lips, those lips that parted instantly, allowing John access into the warm cavern of his mouth. And though he knew that mouth better than anything, he’d never get sick of exploring it, reveling in the tastes that were distinctly Randy… and the spearmint AIM he was fond of. He was like a little spelunker of Randy’s mouth.
“Bedroom?” Randy murmured against John’s lips.
“Nah, I think the couch suits me just fine.”
“Well, I think our first fuck on our first anniversary as a married couple should be in the bedroom.”
That earned an eye roll from John. “You’re not done with that shit yet?”
“Would I be Randy Orton if I were to let up on something like that? Especially since you make it pretty fucking obvious that it annoys the shit out of you…”
“True… There can’t be much shit left for you to use it with, so I’ll just let it run its course…”
Randy smirked, running his hand up his body and letting it fall on John’s crotch. He felt the hardness coming to life through the jeans, and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to lie back on their bed and take John inside of him and hold him there forever, for them to be always connected. “So,” Randy began to ask, shifting his position once more so he was now kneeling on the couch, hand ghosting over John’s neck, his face centimeters from John’s, “are we going to the bedroom?”
“If that’s what you want,” John answered.
Randy smiled and placed one foot on the floor as he stood up off the couch to lead the two of them to their bedroom.
Normally couldn’t care less about where they had sex, be it on the couch, in the car, on the kitchen table, the Fenway bathroom, it was all good to him. But even he had a small romantic side, and that side of him as pleading with him to be with John in their bedroom on their anniversary.
They were up the stairs and through the door to their room in a flash. Randy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled John on top of him, and their lips met in another kiss, with John’s tongue invading Randy’s mouth nearly instantaneously.
Mouths still attached, the two men scooted up the bed so Randy’s head was now resting on the pillow. His hands were wrapped around John’s neck, and John’s hands were planted on the bed. Randy bucked his hips up, grinding his need into John’s.
John groaned, but pulled back out of their kiss. “Wanna feel you…”
Randy released the grip on his arms and let them fall from John’s neck. He then sat up as John grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and began to raise it up over his head, loving when John’s hands would graze over his skin. He lifted his hands over his head, allowing for John to remove his shirt completely.
It was a beautiful sight before him. Goddamn, seven years together and the man before him was still all he could ever ask for. John placed a hand on Randy’s chest and gently pushed him backwards until Randy’s head was on the pillow once more. He quickly removed his own shirt and tossed it to the side, where it landed on top of Randy’s.
Bending forward, John scattered kisses over Randy’s chest, flicked his tongue out over Randy’s nipples, and began his trail of kisses again down Randy’s center until he came to the band of Randy’s sweats.
Randy arched his hips off the bed, silently pleading with John to slip them over his hips and off his legs to add them to the pile of their crumpled clothing lying on the floor.
At Randy’s insisting, John hooked his fingers under the band and slid the slow slung sweats off of Randy, letting his hands skim over Randy’s legs as he moved further down. He tossed them to the ever growing pile, and then turned back to Randy. He kissed the top of each of Randy’s feet, earning him a groan from Randy. Once again, John started leaving a trail of kisses, this time up the inside of Randy’s right leg. At the inner thigh, John licked and kissed there. Though he was just inches from his target, he couldn’t let the chance to tease Randy pass him by. He attached his lips to one spot and sucked and bit and licked, marking Randy as his.
“John, please,” Randy pleaded, wanting John to put his ever talented mouth to even better use on his dick, his dick that had been aching for John’s touch for minutes now.
“What is it? What do you want me to do?” John asked as he lifted his head up and gazed right at Randy.
“Touch me,” he pleaded.
“Last I looked,” he began, running his hand over Randy’s thigh, “I was touching you.”
“Touch my dick, fuck, John, please.”
John trailed his hand from Randy’s inner thigh up to his dick, where he let just the tips of his finger brush over it. “Like that?” John asked as his fingers continued to just barely touch Randy’s hard cock.
“More. Please, I want more of you.”
John wrapped his hand around the base of Randy’s dick and gave it a light squeeze. Randy’s hips bucked up into the grasp. “Like that?”
“Yes!”
He began stroking his hand up and down the hard cock, keeping his moves slow, drawing out all the pleasure he could. Randy was making all kinds of noises, moans scattered with muttered words, strings of cusses spattered with grunts. And John was drinking it all in.
John licked from Randy’s thigh up to his hip and over to his dick, from base to tip, where he took just the head into his mouth. His tongue swirled around, picking up the stray drops of liquid that were dripping out.
Randy was fighting the urge to grab the back of John’s head and pushing him down so his entire dick was engulfed in the wet heat. He wanted to so bad. But he was also really liking what John was doing, really liked how John’s tongue was teasing just the sensitive tip of his dick while John’s hand was working him up and down. But he also really wanted John inside of him.
“John,” Randy moaned out, placing his hand on the back of John’s head, “stop.”
Raising his head off Randy’s cock, John stopped the instant Randy said anything. “What, are you-”
“No,” Randy cut him off. He knew John was asking if he was close. While he was getting there, he wasn’t there yet. But his need to feel John inside of him at that very moment was overpowering. “Want you,” was all he said.
John smiled and kneeled up, removing his own sweats that he forgot he even had on he was so lost in the moment. Once those were added on top of the pile of clothes, John reached over to their bedside table and grabbed some of the lube they kept there. He flipped open the top and squeezed a little into his hand to spread over his fingers.
Randy reached his hand up and wrapped it around the back of John’s head, pulling him down towards him in a kiss as John’s hand moved downwards in search of Randy’s entrance. He slipped one slicked up finger inside and he heard Randy’s groan in his mouth as he swallowed it up. John slid the finger in and out, letting it go in deeper and deeper with each go.
When John removed his single finger, Randy arched his hips up, longing to feel something filling him up. Going back with two fingers this time, John eased them inside Randy’s hole and twisted them, turned them, and thoroughly fucked Randy with his two fingers, just a sign of things to come.
“Shit, stop teasing!” Randy shouted as John’s fingers curled to press against his prostate.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck, John, haven’t I already said that enough? I want you inside of me. Wanna feel you deep inside.”
“Sounds good to me,” John agreed, placing a quick kiss on Randy’s lips before he sat up to spread some more lube onto his dick.
Randy moved his legs, wrapping them around John’s torso. With his legs, Randy, helped inch John forward until he was fully sheathed inside.
John slowly drew his hips back, then rocked back in. He bent forward, meeting Randy’s mouth with his. Their tongues met, Randy taking John’s into his mouth, just as he took John’s dick inside of him.
John kept his slow pace, wanting this to be more than some fast, hard fuck. That was their typical MO, and this one was going to be different. John moved slowly but he went in deep. His deep thrusts pressed his dick against Randy’s prostate, causing Randy to continuously moan into John’s mouth as their tongues still tangled with one another’s.
Randy’s hand was on his cock, sliding his hand up and down, moving faster than John’s thrusts, trying to bring about his release.
Both of their orgasms were drawing close, and they knew it. John tried to stay steady with his thrusts, but as the minutes passed by, they became more erratic, faster, though still deep, hitting Randy’s prostate repeatedly.
Their kiss broke off, allowing Randy to cry out freely as his orgasm finally overtook him. His legs tightened around John, pulling him deeper inside as his ass clenched around John’s dick. His head was thrown back into the pillow, hips arched off the bed as his cum splashed over his stomach.
John continued to move his own hips back and forth, focusing on the pleasure of his dick buried within Randy’s tight, clenching hole and letting his orgasm wash over him. His eyes scrunched closed as he began to shoot within Randy’s body, his own cries mixing with Randy’s.
“Happy anniversary,” John said once more as his breathing started to even out. He slipped his now limp dick out of Randy’s ass and lay himself down on top of him.
“Love you,” Randy told John with a lazy, satisfied smile.
“You, too. Wanna go get cleaned up a bit?”
“How do you think we should do that? Shower?”
“I’d be up for a shower.”
When they woke up that morning, Randy’s back was pressed up into John’s front, and he felt John’s hard dick on him. “Hey, what are we doing today?” Randy asked sleepily.
“I dun care,” John muttered, his voice also heavy with sleep. “We could just stay in bed all day.”
“As tempting as that may be,” Randy replied, sliding out of John’s arms and sitting up, sliding over to the side of the bed and letting his legs hang off, “I’m too ADD to not get some change of scenery.”
“Alright, then. You have anything in mind?”
“No. I was hoping you would. You’re the plan guy… Well, at least out of the two of us...”
“Yeah. I dunno.”
“Did you know that this is the copper anniversary?” Randy asked out of no where.
“Come again?” John lifted himself up onto his elbow as he stared at the back of Randy’s head.
“The 7th. It’s the copper anniversary.”
“Really? Do you want the pennies outta my pocket then?”
“No, I was just stating a fact.”
“I never took you for one of those guys that bursts out random facts left and right. Sounds more like something Cody would do.”
“Oh, well, he’s the one that told me that.”
John shook his head and laughed. “Figures. Kid should go on Jeopardy.”
“He should. So, what are we doing today?”
“Well, we could go out to dinner somewhere.”
“Fuck that. We eat out too much, I don’t want to go out to dinner while we’re home.”
“Then why don’t you cook us something?” John suggested. He shifted up onto his knees and walked himself over to Randy, resting his hands on Randy’s shoulders and moving his thumbs around in soothing circles.
“Like what?”
“Are you saying that you will cook us dinner today?”
Randy shrugged, and tipped his head forward as John deepened the massage he had begun to give. “Maybe. What do you want tonight? Shit, what do we even have in here to cook?”
“Not a damn clue. We can go find out.”
“We could always make dinner together.”
“Why? So you can tell me what I’m doing wrong, just like at Thanksgiving?”
“Nah, it was just a suggestion. Cuz, ya know, couples that cook together… Stay together…” Randy finished, unable to come up with anything better to say.
“Well, that is a nice thought. But, let’s face it, we’ve been together for seven years, which means we’ve known each other for eight, and we’re still happy and still together, even with all the shit we’ve been through, and even with you being, well, yourself. On the other hand, maybe cooking together wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”
Randy grinned. “Not a bad idea at all. I think we have some chicken somewhere. You know what? We could grill it up, have ourselves a barbeque out on the back deck. It’ll be easier than cooking up some fancy dinner. And it’s more… Us.”
“Ok, barbeque it is. This should be our thing. Each year. At least when we’re home, ya know? Just the two of us should have an anniversary barbeque.”
“We could do that. I’ll have to ask Cody what next year’s is. Hey, do you think we should start all over? Should we actually be approaching the, what is it? Paper anniversary?”
“Fuck that.” John reached down and grabbed Randy’s left hand, the hand with the ring on it. “It’s not like we ever needed these,” John said as he ran his finger over the band. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it, I love having you, but we never needed them. So we’ll let Ted and Cody have the paper, and we’ll be satisfied with copper. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds fine by me.”