So, I got a request for a Centon oneshot from CenationUCME so here is my attempt at writing Centon with a minimal amount of angst. I wrote a CM Punk/Colt Cabana fic about the rare days off these guys get lately so I thought I'd do one for Centon as well. I guess they are kind of tied together.

I don't own anyone mentioned in this fic

John gripped his bag in one hand as soon as he made it out of the airport. The smile refused to leave his face, and the satisfaction wouldn't leave either. He honestly couldn't believe he'd gotten this reprieve. Three days. Three whole days off. He had wondered a moment when he'd gotten the days what he would do with himself. It felt like he hadn't had even one off in months.

He and Punk were practically it for the moment. John frowned slightly when he remembered why that was, why they were scheduling both he and Punk for Smackdown house shows. But he quickly tried to shake those thoughts away as he got a taxi to take him home.

He hadn't told anyone he was going to be off and when he made it back to his house, he let himself inside. It was late, and he walked upstairs to his room as quietly as possible. When he got there, the reason why he'd been so quiet was sound asleep on his bed.

Randy was stretched out across it in nothing but a pair of white boxers. Like always, John was struck by how beautiful the man was. He also couldn't keep his mind from wondering to the fact that Randy had plenty of days off. Sixty to be exact.

He tried to suppress those thoughts yet again. They'd already had that fight and it had been pretty explosive as well. In fact, they'd hardly spoken without fighting since Randy's suspension. But John didn't want to fight anymore. Instead, he stripped down to his own boxers and crawled into bed with Randy.

He was hit with how much he missed being this close when he wrapped himself around the man. Randy stirred a bit but didn't wake. He did move even closer to John in his sleep, though and John had to smile. It didn't fade even as he drifted off to sleep.

Xxxxxxxx

John had been awake for at least a half an hour when Randy finally stirred again. He'd been reveling in the fact that he could watch the man sleep again. Randy had ended up half on top of him while they'd been sleeping, his face buried in John's neck.

Randy buried himself deeper into John's embrace as he woke but when he started to become fully aware, John felt him tense and he pulled back so he could meet John's gaze, wary and tense.

"Hey, baby," John said, chewing his lip. He felt a shot of guilt Randy's first reaction to realizing he was there was wariness. It felt wrong.

"Hey," Randy answered, sitting up and staring down at him. "What are you…?" He trailed off before he could finish the sentence, the worry in his grey eyes heightening.

"Got a few days off," John answered lightly, trying to bring back his smile from last night. It was difficult when he could practically see what Randy was thinking, could see him waiting for the fight.

John pulled Randy back down and rolled until he was hovering over Randy. He lightly grazed Randy's cheek with his fingers, wanting that wariness to leave, needing it to. He'd been angry before but he didn't want to be any longer.

"I don't want to fight," he said. "I just…I want to be with you."

Relief finally overtook Randy's expression and John closed the distance between them, pressing their lips together. They moved together for a moment, Randy's long fingers wrapping around the back of John's neck, keeping him in place.

When he pulled back, John stared into Randy's grey eyes. "You know I'm gonna love you no matter what, right?"

Randy smiled, sweet and full of love as well. "I know. Love you too."