Days slid by in hazy blurs. Randy had paced around every square inch of his home multiple times, it was all he had left to do. He'd already cleaned everything to within an inch of its life, including his vehicles. The channel button on his remote was beginning to wear down from his constant channel surfing, nothing that played was enough to hold his attention for more than a few minutes at a time.

Punk would be home soon and this agonizing wait would be over. Just a little while longer now and Randy wasn't sure if his carpet would survive. Shaking his head in a bad attempt to clear his thoughts, Randy decided to wait outside knowing it meant that he would see Punk even sooner, even if it was by only a few seconds.

Sitting outside on his front steps, staring up into the bright, blue sky filled with soft looking, puffy white clouds caused a hint of a smirk to appear on Randy's features. It was all very deceptive in Randy's opinion, considering the storm that was headed this way. Him and Punk coming together could be described as an electric storm on good days. On days when they weren't getting along as well, it was a tumultuous hurricane leaving destruction all along its path. They didn't have many in-between days, but that's what he loved about them.

His eyes dropped to the lush green lawn in front of him. Flashes of their life together began filling his vision. How many times had he set about washing his prized Bentley knowing that at some point Punk would turn the hose on him. All those times he chased Punk around their driveway with a soapy sponge and ended up with one or the other of them tackled in the yard, both of them soaking wet with giant smiles on their faces. He loved moments like that, all the little ones that real relationships are built on.

Sudden laughter burst from his lips as he recalled the day Punk had brought home that horrible scooter that he loved so dearly. He pulled that thing into the driveway and parked it next to Randy's Harley like it had always belonged there. His lover had looked so proud in that moment that Randy didn't have the heart to tell him how ridiculous it looked, especially parked next to Randy's bike.

However, all humor left him when he saw the bright yellow of the taxi turn around the corner and enter their scarcely populated street. A major turning point of his life was fast approaching, and Randy could barely handle how terrified that knowledge left him as he slowly stood up and wiped his dampening palms on his jeans.

A knock shouldn't be this complicated, but here he sat, in a cab struggling with it.

Hell, he had lived here for three years, his name was on the mortgage, he had a key.

Unless Randy had changed the locks.

Punk felt a frown form as that unpleasant thought came to him. The idea that Randy had done that chilled him the bone, but he doubted that his lover would actually perform that task. As much as they always fought, that would be like putting the final nail in the coffin, something that Punk didn't think either of them would every be able to do.

But the fact remained that he had walked out of there, left his lover and their house behind. So did that mean he had the right to just walk right back in? And that's where his erratic thoughts had brought him. And the closer he got to the house the more stressed he got because he wasn't any closer to an answer.

Glancing out the window didn't help his predicament either, there wasn't a whole lot to look at in hopes of distracting himself from his problems. Punk had always enjoyed the fact that they lived in such a private area. He was a city boy at heart, he knew he would never be able to live too far away from the fast pace of a big city, but he did enjoy that their home was situated on a street with only four other houses, with enough space in-between each building that he had never needed to see his neighbors when he didn't want to. The privacy fence around the perimeter helped out a great deal as well.

All that being said, it still struck him as strange how happy he and Randy were there, neither of them appeared as the type of guys who would enjoy living in a gated community, yet here they were. They both drew the line at having a white picket fence though. They could both only handle so much suburbia.

As much as he loved the privacy, he was suddenly left feeling upset that the street wasn't filled with enough people that it significantly slowed down traffic. He was getting closer and closer to the house, to Randy, and he still didn't know how to go about announcing his arrival.

But as the large white building appeared in front of him, Punk saw something that solved all those problems. Randy was standing on their front steps waiting for him.

Punk's movements stilled as the breath froze in his lungs.

Their front steps.

Punk heard his own words echo in his head. All those lingering doubts and worries seemed to dissolve as memories of his and Randy's life together and everything they had worked to build took their place.

They could work this out, he didn't have any more doubts about that. They had come to far and been though so much together already. They had built a life together that neither of them was willing to give up. His own thoughts had reminded him of that. And now, somehow, someway he suddenly just knew that they were going to be okay. With his nerves significantly settled after that revelation, Punk couldn't wait to get out of this vehicle and into his lover's arms.

The cab rolled to a stop as Punk lifted his hand to open the door, fingers shaking as he grasped the handle. No more waiting, he reminded himself, no more torturing them both. Suddenly he was out of the car and moving towards the tall man, his luggage forgotten in the trunk.

He managed to control his pace somewhat. He didn't actually break out into a run, but he came pretty close. Randy didn't seem to be much better, briskly making his way down the steps and off the sidewalk into the yard. Both men pulled to a stop with mere inches left between them. Brown met blue as their eyes locked onto each other's. The air practically sizzled with the unsaid emotions passing between the two men. Punk's lungs burned with every breath, the heat pouring off of Randy's body seemed to envelop him and pull him those last few breaths of space into the taller man's arms.

Those long limbs wrapped around him as Punk took one more deep breath and felt the tension leave his body. This was where he belonged, everything else could fall by the wayside. When he was in Randy's arms, things just seemed clearer and easier. They could work this out, he was sure of it.

"Punk…" Randy started, his voice thick with emotion.

He picked his head up to stare into those gorgeous eyes, but he couldn't force any words out for fear of his own voice breaking. He let a small hint of a smile take over his lips before raising onto his toes and pressing their lips together. A throat clearing behind them caused them to turn, breaking the press of their bodies apart.

Looking over his shoulder at the cab driver standing there holding his luggage, Punk allowed a scowl to overtake his face. And when he saw the driver's Adam's apple move as he gulped, his eyes traveling between the two men in front of him, Punk knew his lover was looking at the poor guy the same way.

Yeah, they were perfect together.

Randy felt himself sink farther back into the plush couch, his muscles relaxing for the first time in ages. Having his lover back in his life, back in his arms, had that affect on him. Having Punk straddling his lap, grinding their hips together, seemed to make all the issues disappear. But Randy knew they couldn't leave it like this. He had no doubt that they were both fully capable of fucking until none of this mattered anymore and it was all swept under the rug and ignored. They had done so before and it never seemed to help or solve anything.

"Punk wait, we need to talk, you know we do." Randy tried to explain as he pulled their lips apart. Not an easy task when Punk was employing every dirty trick he knew. The man sucked on Randy's tongue every chance he got to pull it into his mouth. That alternating with the nearly constant nibbling and biting to his bottom lip didn't help matters either. Randy slowly came to realize that if they had any hope of talking this out, he was going to have to take control of the situation entirely.

He slowly slid his hands up Punk's back, soaking up the feeling of having the smooth skin underneath his fingertips as he did so, until one hand settled on the back of Punk's skull and the other wrapped firmly around the back of his neck. Using his strength as gently as possible, he managed to pry the clinging man off him enough to lock eyes and stare into those soulful brown depths and see the emotions swimming around in them.

As the air cooled in the small space between them, Randy heard Punk let out the smallest of whimpers. And while this brought a small smile to his face, Randy was smart enough not to comment on that sound.

"We need to talk about all this, you know that." Randy pleaded knowing full well that Punk would easily dissuade him if he truly wanted. He felt Punk's lips nuzzle into his neck, taking small nips at random intervals, and leaving a scorching trail to his ear where the talented man took his earlobe in between his teeth and applied the slightest pressure. Randy hissed out a breath as the sensations coursed though his body. He knew he was turned on, but he hadn't realized how much until Punk's long, calloused fingers wrapped around his engorged member and pulled a desperate moan from him.

"You're right, we'll talk later." Randy told him just before sliding his hands underneath Punk's arms, lifting him up slightly and slamming him down onto the couch, his own body following close behind. Staring down into eyes suddenly filled with mirth, Randy was well aware that he had been played. But when he felt those slim hips grind into his, none of that seemed to matter anymore.

Randy's desire increased tenfold when he watched as Punk's lips parted, small pants of air leaving his mouth as he stared wantonly up at him. The scent of their arousal hung heavily in the air, thickening the small space until his lungs burned. This goddamn sexy bastard got to him. Every. Damn. Time.

Unable to control his need any longer, Randy descended on Punk like a hawk going after it's prey, taking his mouth and plundering it until Punk couldn't hide anything. Randy never eased up, refusing to allow Punk even a breath of space to rethink any of this. He finally had this gorgeous, amazing man underneath him, begging him silently with every movement he made, and Randy would be damned before he stopped.

Moving slowly to keep from startling the smaller man and bringing an abrupt end to their fun, Randy slid his hands down Punk's sides, his fingertips grazing across the sweat dampened chest to the slim hips. As his hands wrapped tightly around the trim waist, he ground his hips down, the added pressure causing both men to moan.

Randy wasn't quite sure if it was the sound or the action that pulled Punk from his lust fuelled stupor, but Punk's motions suddenly became frantic. Clumsy fingers grasped on to the waist of his pants trying to force them down, a task he didn't find to difficult since he had previously unbuttoned the offending item long before. Randy was sure that he would have scratch marks tomorrow from Punk's seemingly thoughtless movements, but when the slightly chilled palms wrapped around his pulsing cock again he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Jesus" he moaned out, the pleasure spiking through him almost unbearable. Indescribable sensations pulled at his body, those rough fingers grazing lightly over the head repeatedly. Randy was left to just stare, he jaw hanging loosely, as the little imp beneath him slid off the couch to kneel in front of him, a look of pure seduction covering his face. Light pushes against his chest eventually moved him into the position his lover obviously wanted. The breath stalled in his chest as he watched Punk slowly lower his head before wrapping those luscious lips around his cock. A hiss escaped him as wet heat engulfed him over and over again, the perfect slide of those pink lips pleasuring him to perfection.

His fingers were twitching to lift his hands and wrap them around his lover's head, to use that leverage to guide his dick deep down Punk's throat and forget about everything. But just when he was prepared to do just that, deep brown eyes looked up at him though lowered lashes and pinned him in place with a simple look.

That look, the one that promised him his future, that promised him everything he ever wanted and needed. And when he saw those perfect lips twitch slightly, he knew that his eyes were reflecting the same look to his lover. He gently reached and pulled Punk from his member, he needed to share this moment with more than just his lover. He needed this to be with his man, his partner, his rock, the one guy who never gave up on him when almost everyone else in his life had turned their backs on him.

Simply put, he was a fuck up, he knew this about himself, hell he had accepted it a long time ago, but for some stupid reason the man in front of him knew that also, and still stuck around. He was Randy's everything, and Randy decided then and there that it was time he became everything for that man as well.

"Punk, we can't do this, at least not yet." Randy was well aware that his man didn't enjoy hearing that, the look he saw on the smaller man's face said as much, but he knew they needed this. "I love you and I'm not going to take the chance that we just fuck and think everything is great only to be in this same position sometime in the future."

Everything he wanted to say started jumbling up in his mind. He had so much he need to share with Punk, but he couldn't make any of it into words. He'd never been any good at this part, and now that everything was riding on what he was about to say, he couldn't even form the beginning of any words. The longer the silence drug on, the more he felt panic begin to overtake the calmness he had rediscovered in Punk's embrace, until he was practically drowning, unable to swim his way back to the top of his chaotic thoughts.

Suddenly Punk pulled himself up to straddle Randy's hips. He felt those nimble fingers smooth down his arms, wrap their fingers together before bring both palms up to rest on either side of his face. Randy watched in awe as Punk slowly turned his head to each side, pressing a chaste kiss to each.

Randy felt the tears sliding down his face when Punk rested his own hands on Randy's chest before leaning forward and trailing his lips up his cheeks, all the while murmuring soft words, slowly pulling Randy back up to the surface of the turmoil he had created for himself.

"I know Randy, I know." Those softly whispered words, repeated over and over again were almost more than Randy could handle.

"Why do you keep doing this to yourself Punk? You deserve more. I don't want to let you go and I don't want you to realize that, but I'm sure you're to smart to not already now all of that."

"Randy, in all seriousness, we've been together a long time and you've fucked up a lot in that time." Punk told him as he rested their foreheads together.

"Not the way I wanted this conversation to go Punk." Randy managed to say with a weak chuckle.

A small smirk crossed his lover's lips. "I know that's hard to hear, but it's true. But we've always worked through it together just like we will this time. I know that, at least now I do."

"Punk, we're almost exact opposites. There's no reason that we should be able to make this work."

"We've always been opposites Randy, but that didn't stop us from falling in love."

"Falling in love is the easy part, it's staying in love that takes all the work."

At the sudden snort of laughter, Randy snapped his gaze up to the man practically vibrating with laughter. "Seriously, I try to be romantic and this is what I get in return?" Randy impressed himself with the amount of mock outrage he was able to project, even if he was having trouble holding back his own laughter.

This only earned him a dramatic eye roll. As Randy watched, a devilish grin he was more than used to seeing on his lover's face made a sudden appearance, letting him know that Punk had what, he thought at least, was a great smartass comment to make. He let a little growl rumble through him before reaching up and capturing Punk in a kiss that stole both their breaths, stopping the statement before Punk ever had a chance to utter the first word. He managed to pull away in time to see the bliss etched in every part of Punk's face and a thrill unlike any other coursed through him.

Randy watched as Punk's eyes slowly fluttered open and eventually settled that piercing gaze on him. He held his breath waiting to see what Punk's next words were going to be, because something told him they just might be the most important in the whole conversation.

"You're right Randy, we are very different people. And yes, have fought a lot, and probably will keep doing so, but we've also fought for each other a lot. You're mine Randy. You hear me? You. Are. Mine. End of story and I'm not ready to give that up. I love you too much. So we're going to keep putting in the work, both of us, because this love we have is worth it."

And with those words, this man had saved him once again.

A/N: Yes I know that this ending seems fast and that's because this isn't where I meant for the story to end. But I'm obviously not able to find the inspiration to keep the updates coming in a reasonable period of time and I wanted the readers to have some kind of ending for this story, so here it is :)

I hope at least a few of you enjoy it!