I'm still working on One Moment Together but this one popped into my head. If you like it then I'll continue. Let me know what you think.
It's set about 12 years into the future so Randy and John are starting to get on a bit but I won't be drawing on that part too much, just a few little subplots. Will also feature Codiasi.
As a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around from behind, John Cena sighed as he watched the sun set over the bay which was the backdrop to the home he shared with his partner. Randy and he had been together for thirteen years and although they started off shaky soon enough they realised they were meant for one another. Maybe that was why they were drawn together when they both started in OVW.
Sure, Randy had been an arrogant ass, but John found it an endearing quality and overlooked so many occasions when Randy had pushed his tolerance to brink and beyond. When Randy announced his engagement, John was shocked to say the least. Randy always said he wasn't the marrying kind, didn't want a family, and just wanted a successful wrestling career and lots of sex along the way.
He was confused to begin with but considered how the man's lifestyle calmed down when he was with Samantha, but not enough to give up the drugs. When Samantha told him she was pregnant not long after their wedding, John watched as initially Randy pushed the drug use even further. He was scared for his friend there would be a reoccurrence of his overdose. Samantha was getting frantic at Randy's reaction and John took it upon himself to resolve the situation.
One night after a live event John pulled him into his hotel room and talked to him. He never pressed him and jut listened as he talked about his fears of becoming a father so early on.
He was scared that he would harm the child and was concerned about being away from them so much due to the nature of his job. John calmed him down and explained the only way he was going to hurt the baby would be to keep up the drug use and kill himself.
When he said the words the reaction was immediate and Randy freaked a little more, letting tears flow from his eyes at the thought of letting it get that far. John moved close to comfort him, holding the man in his arms. When they pulled back from the comforting embrace, their eyes locked and before they comprehended what was happening both men had leaned in for a kiss.
"What are you thinking about?" the tattooed man asked as he leant in to place a kiss behind John's ear.
"Our first kiss," John said sighing again at the feel of Randy's lips.
"We've had better kisses, darling," Randy said as he continued placing kisses along John's neck. "Personally I prefer our second kiss… much more passionate."
John chuckled at Randy's comment; he loved how Randy was always thinking with his crotch. It always led to some interesting nights.
"You mean when you pinned me to the shower wall after WrestleMania 28?" John asked making sure he was thinking of the same occasion. "That was a long time coming."
"Darling, it was my birthday," he said moving round to sit in front of John on the patio lounger. "And I'm sorry to this day that I waited as long as I did."
"Neither of us was in the right place at the time, it would have ruined our friendship if we'd pursued that kiss," John said smiling at his friend and lover.
They went through this every time they discussed their past. Deep down neither regretted the way they got together, but Randy regretted losing so much time with John. As John always explained, the kiss made their friendship stronger, and brought Randy from his destructive habits.
John reached over and took Randy's hand and pulled him over to the lounger he was sat in.
"Sit with me and watch the sun set," he pleaded. "I want you to hold me."
"Sappy fool," Randy smiled getting up and moving to the lounger.
John shifted in his position so Randy could get comfortable and then laid his head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"Maybe I just wanted an excuse to get your hard body under me," he said looking at Randy from where he lay. A small smirk playing across his face.
"Well, one of us has to maintain a good body, you're getting saggy old man," Randy teased to his lover, knowing it wound him up to think he was getting nearer to fifty.
"Keep talking if you're set on sleeping in the spare room," John countered. "Besides, you're not far behind me."
"Yeah, but I'm the right side of forty-five," Randy continued his teasing.
John smiled at the banter which still flowed between them even after all these years. He pulled himself closer to Randy enjoying the feel of his strong arms wrapped around him.
"You know, even at your age though," Randy breathed into John's ear. "You still look hot, especially when you've been working out at the gym."
They remained in each other's arms, Randy kissing the top of John's head from time to time, as the sun set out in the bay. As the sun disappeared into the water, John pulled himself so he was eye level with Randy.
"Tell me how much you love me," John requested of his lover.
Randy cupped John's face and brought his face in so they were mere inches apart.
"I love you with all of my heart. I have never known anyone who could keep me on the straight and narrow like you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here now," Randy said in all seriousness. "Mostly though, I love you because you're so easy."
Before John could bite back from his last comment, Randy pulled him in and locked John's lips in a fierce kiss. When John relaxed into the kiss, Randy sought access to his mouth by running his tongue along John's lower lip, nibbling gently. When the older man moaned, parting his lips slightly, Randy pushed his tongue in, searching out his insides as though it was the first time he'd ever tasted his mouth.
The two men fought for dominance as tongues clashed in loving abandon, but as he knew he would, Randy won out, running his hands along John's spine and grabbing John's ass, holding him still as he ground his hips up into his partner's. The moan that escaped John's throat into Randy's mouth sounded like pure sex, causing Randy to pull John even closer to him as they continued kissing.
John broke the kiss in need of air and pulled himself up so he was straddling Randy's lap. He pulled at the hem of Randy's shirt so he could remove it, letting his hands travel across Randy's still stomach. Although his abs weren't as pronounced as they once were, John was still turned on by how toned Randy was. He watched as Randy closed his eyes at the feel of John's touch and smiled. He rolled his hips against Randy and smiled further as he felt the reaction he was getting underneath.
"You can do that all night, darling," Randy breathed.
John continued grinding gently into Randy as he leant in placing kissed across his stomach as he removed his t-shirt from body. He threw the t-shirt to the floor and flicked his fingers across Randy's nipples before moving his lips to take one into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue. When Randy started squirming beneath him, he moved across to the other nipple as his hands travelled further down his body, resting on the waistline of his jeans, his fingers lazily moving across Randy's skin.
Randy bucked his hips trying to get John to release his straining cock from its confines.
"Impatient honey?" John teased.
"Only when you're taking your time," Randy said, gritting his teeth as John continued his torturous journey across his skin. He grabbed John's hips and ground harshly up into him, trying to get some form on release but only succeeding in making both of them groan at the sensations coursing through them.
Randy's hands moved to the front of John's jeans, popped the button and whimpered as he saw John's hard member stand free of any underwear.
"Stand up" he ordered his lover.
John hopped off Randy's lap willing to do as he was ordered and watched Randy swing his legs off the lounger and sit facing John where he stood, eye level with his crotch.
Randy pushed John's shirt out the way slightly and pressed kisses to his stomach, teasing his partner. He let his hands travel around to John's back and he raked his fingers down the skin, latching on to his jeans, pulling them down his legs, and letting John step free.
"Shirt," he barked as his fingers slowly made their way back up John's legs, his lips now attacking John's hipline, teasing him.
"Honey, please," John begged removing his shirt as instructed.
"Want me, darling?"
"Yes," John said the desperation evident in his voice.
"I need you too, darling," Randy said, his breath brushing against John's prominent member.
He pulled back opening his jeans, groaning slightly at the ease of pressure in his pants. John sank down to his knees, running his hands along Randy's thighs before sliding one hand into the opening of his jeans before taking hold of him through his boxers.
"Let me help you, honey," he said as Randy bucked his hips forcing John to grip him tighter. John released his hold on Randy and slid a second hand under the seams of his boxers, gripping the edge.
"Johnny, now," Randy ordered at John's slow movements.
Wanting to appease his lover, John quickly pulled Randy's remaining clothing from his body throwing it toward the pile of clothes already discarded. He kissed his way up Randy's legs, enjoying the feel of his thick thighs.
"Get the lube," Randy barked orders at him again. Ignoring the comment, John continued to rain kisses along Randy's upper legs, working his way along until his head was brushing against Randy's length, causing the younger man to growl underneath him.
Suddenly Randy's hands seized John's head dragging him up his body by what little hair he could grasp.
"I was being good to you, Johnny, letting you play," he snarled. "But since you ignored my command, I'm taking over. Now lube these up."
Randy thrust his fingers into John's mouth making the larger man moan at the intrusion, as he sucked greedily at the fingers, making sure they were wet enough to slide easily into him. He continued to moan as Randy pulled tighter on his hair, every tug making him harder.
Randy pulled his fingers from John's mouth, tugging on his hair one last time forcing him to look at him.
"Turn around and bend over," Randy demanded of his lover.
John twisted on the spot so his back was to Randy and then bent over so he was on all fours just as Randy wanted. He closed his eyes as he felt the gentle caress of Randy's palm running across his ass cheek, loving how his lover could go from demanding to gentle in a second. Before he had a chance to truly appreciate the gentleness of his lover's touch, John hissed as a sharp slap hit his exposed flesh.
"That's for disobeying me," Randy said leaning into John's ear, as his fingers moved to John's opening, teasing him.
John was about to plead for Randy to press into him when Randy's finger thrust up, causing John to moan at the invasion, pushing back onto Randy's finger looking for more. Randy soon pulled out and went back in with two, scissoring and stretching John so he could take more. When John was starting to ride the fingers in him, Randy pushed a third finger in and thrust harder and faster hitting John's bundle of nerves with every stroke.
"Fuck… Randy… I can't take anymore… I'm going to…"
Before he could finish his sentence Randy quickly pulled his fingers out and tugging gently on John's sac, calming the older man.
"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny," Randy said in an evil tone. "First you ignore my instruction, now you started to cum without my permission. Someone's being a bad boy this evening."
"I couldn't help it, you were-"
"Don't give me that Johnny, you know you should control yourself," Randy said smiling as he watched his lover squirm. "Tell me you're sorry."
"Randy, please," John pleaded as Randy shifted his position so his hard cock was pressed against his entrance.
"Tell me you're sorry, and I will," Randy promised him.
"I'm sorry," he groaned as Randy starting rubbing his cock against John's butt. "I'm sorry, honey, please, God, I'm sorry."
Randy pulled away to a slight moan from John as he retrieved a bottle of lube from the back of the wicker drawers they had on the patio. Every time they pulled it out he smiled at the memory of when they realised they were going to need to stash some out here.
"Just think, if you'd done what I asked you'd already have me in you," he teased as he led down on the sun lounger, stroking his member, lubing it up ready to enter John. He could have led there all night, stroking himself as he watched John on all four waiting for him. It still turned him on even now that his lover would do anything for him. "I'd have even let you have some more fun; but instead, I'm here getting myself ready for you."
He watched as John discreetly glanced his way, wanting to see him stroke his member. Randy purposely drew out his movements, letting John get a glimpse as his precum mixed with the lube.
"You're going to have to make this up to me Johnny," Randy said, interrupting his thoughts. "Come over here and ride me."
John immediately turned around, crawling the couple of steps it took to get back to the sun lounger. He kept his head down and inwardly smiled. He knew Randy would love it even more if he played the broken puppy. He slowly pulled himself up onto the lounger and straddled his lover, his eyes falling shut as he felt Randy slide against his skin.
So he didn't keep him waiting any longer, John rose up and positioned himself above Randy's erect cock. They both groaned in pleasure as the head pushed past John's tight ring and he made the slow journey down Randy's cock.
Once John was fully sheathing his cock, Randy placed his hands on John's hips to hold him steady while he adjusted to the invasion. After a moment he flexed his hips to see if John felt any pain and was pleased when John moaned in pleasure.
"Ride me Johnny," he breathed.
John rose up only a short distance before sinking back down, when he felt no pain, he rose a little further, steadying himself by grabbing hold of Randy's arms, continuing the rhythm he'd found.
"Oh God… Randy… that's it… fuck… feels so good," John cried out.
Randy loved watching John get himself off, it's why he always liked to let him get his way from time to time, to see his face as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge. When he went to grab hold of his dick, Randy swatted his hand away.
"Uh uh, I want to see you lose it without touching yourself," Randy told him.
John leant forward resting his hand on the back of the lounger and redoubled his efforts trying to find the spot inside that would send him over.
"Trying to find something, Johnny?" Randy asked, his smugness coming through.
Randy flexed his hips underneath John, brushing his prostate, causing John to scream.
"There's my slut," Randy commented.
"Again," John pleaded trying to keep up the pace he had but found his rhythm becoming erratic.
Randy grabbed John's hips harshly and started thrusting up into him, hitting John's sweet spot with every stroke, John moaning louder and louder every time he drove in.
"Do you want to cum, Johnny?"
"Yes."
"Tell me you're a slut," Randy said grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling John back so he could look him in the eye.
"I am," John cried, begging for release.
"I want to hear it," Randy ordered, tugging on his hair again.
"I'm a slut; I'm your slut," John cried out desperate for Randy to let him cum.
"Oh God… yes you are… you're nobody's but mine," Randy ordered crashing his lips to John's, searching out his mouth as John rode him. "Fuck, Johnny… I'm going to lose it… take me with you, darling."
He took hold of John's neglected cock and stroked him, causing the older man to scream once more as he shot his load over Randy's stomach and chest. The sight of John losing it, and the feel of him clamping down around his own cock, sent him over the edge as well.
"Johnny… darling… fuck," Randy yelled as released into John.
He wrapped his arms around John as he collapsed against his hard body, running his fingertips up and down John's spine, trying to calm his breathing.
"Want to go to bed old man," Randy said, as he felt John' breathing even out.
"No matter how good the sex was, I'll still make you sleep in the spare room if you keep those comments up," John mumbled into his chest.
Randy chuckled at the resumed banter; adjusting his position on the lounger he lifted a satiated John and carried him in through the French windows and up the staircase to their bedroom.
"Guess I'm getting on a bit as well," he smiled as he placed John on the bed. "My arms are killing me now."
As Randy walked round to his side of the bed, John pulled back the sheets and slid under, pulling back Randy's side as well. Once Randy got into bed, John curled up next to him resting his head on Randy's chest.
"We can be old together then," John muttered as they fell to sleep in one another's arms.