Title: Aim for my heart(1/?)
Authors: dreamscarred and candy_belle
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Randy Orton X Evan Bourne
Warnings: sex, role play (age play), gun play,
Summary: Following on from the game Evan introduced in Daddy please the guys decide to spend a day off at the shooting range - and if Evan is good he will get to handle Randy's favourite weapon. While this is a follow on fic you don't have to have read the first one to follow the plot.
Beta: none all mistakes are our own, so please forgive us for any errors.
Disclaimer: We own nothing but we wish we did, all we do is play in a sandbox.
Part 1
"What do you fancy doing tomorrow?" rumbled Randy, absently tracing patterns on Evan's back.
The smaller man was sprawled over him, his face pressed into the crook of Randy's neck his hot breath tickling Randy's skin. Shifting position he nuzzled his face against Randy's shoulder murmuring sleepily, "Something different, something we haven't done."
Randy smiled and, brushing a kiss against the dark hair that was tickling his chin, he bit his lower lip thinking. They were both silent for a few minutes, both of them trying to think of something to do on a rare full day off where neither man had commitments of any sort whatsoever.
Then with a soft hum, Randy suggested, "How about a trip to the shooting range? We've been saying for ages that we should go and unload a few rounds."
"Are you serious?" yawned Evan, pushing up to look down at his lover.
"Why not?" asked Randy.
"No reason," smiled Evan, "I like that idea. I like it a lot." He paused then with his smile morphing into a near vampish grin he asked playfully, "Are you going to teach me how to shoot properly?
"You know how to hold gun," replied Randy, not quite catching the playful note in Evan's voice.
"So?" exclaim Evan softly. Shifting position he sat up and straddled Randy's hips. Resting his hands on Randy's bare chest, he rolled his hips slightly as he pouted, "Maybe I want you to teach me a few things."
Randy blinked slowly then finally catching on, he gave a slow sexual smile and flaring his hands over Evan's hips he rumbled seductively, "Are you suggesting that maybe you need your Daddy to teach you how to behave on a shooting range?"
Evan winked at him then snuggled back down against him, brushing light kisses over his shoulder and collar bone as he did.
Randy wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. Shifting position he tilted his head down, smiling as he realised Evan's eyes were almost closed. Sinking back against the pillow he chuckled, "Did I wear you out that much tonight, Puppy?"
Evan didn't really reply he just gave a little mew of agreement snuggling closer to Randy's body. Chuckling Randy carefully rolled them over, so Evan lay under him, the smaller man yawning and blinking sleepily as he did. He opened his mouth to protest but Randy shook his head soothing, "Shh, its okay, I'm just getting you comfy. You fall asleep on me like that you'll end up with a sore back. Again."
He watched as Evan smiled then basically fell asleep in front of him. Watching the smaller man for a moment Randy paused then bending down he stole a kiss from his slumbering lover whispering, "I can't wait for tomorrow to get here...My boy."
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Randy stretched out in bed his long limbs slowly waking up as the sun streaming through the window stung his eyes. Patting the mattress Randy's eyes shot open and he turned to the side trying to see why he couldn't find Evan's compact body.
"Now where did my Puppy go?"
He sat up in bed, not overly concerned. It wasn't the first time Evan had got up before him. Grabbing his cigarettes he lit one, relaxing as he enjoyed his substitute for breakfast.
While he was taking his second drag of the cigarette Evan entered the room wearing jeans and a band t-shirt over which he wore an unbutton plaid shirt.
"There's my puppy," rumbled Randy appreciated the view filling his doorway
"Puppy?" Evan turned and looked at Randy on the bed. "Daddy when did we get a puppy?"
Randy's mouth fell open, he hadn't realize they were already starting the role play so early.
"We don't have a puppy," he corrected quickly, "I was just confused, my boy. You looked like someone else dressed like that," he stumbled over his words as he spoke but Evan just threw him a teasing wink.
"Daddy, cigarettes are bad for you," Evan waved his finger, scolding the old man fondly.
"I'm over 19, so its my choice," snapped Randy as he finished it and butted it in the ashtray. "Ready to learn how to use a gun today, boy?"
"Sure am," replied Evan giving him a broad grin.
He gave a little stretch then bouncing over to the bed he sank down beside Randy brushing a very chaste kiss against Randy's cheek before asking innocently, "Are you going to teach me how to handle things properly, Daddy? So I can get my fingering right and learn how to handle a big weapon?"
Evan's words were dripping with sexual innuendo and it was all Randy could do not to grab his lover and pull him back into bed.
Instead he gave a low chuckle and stroking Evan's back, he soothed, "Of course I am. Daddy's gonna you show how to handle everything," He ran his hand up Evan's back, his fingers coming to rest around the muscular neck, as he added, "And if you're a really good boy, Daddy may even let you handle his special weapon as well."
"Really?" asked Evan excited, "You mean you'd really let me touch..." he let his voice fade and dropping his eyes a moment he stared meaningfully at Randy's groin before lifting his eyes and giving Randy a coy look finishing, "…your Smith and Weston?"
"Oh its even more special than that," Randy chuckled lightly.
"Really? What's the gun called? Tell me Daddy," Evan sneakily ran his fingers over Randy's thigh before removing them.
"It's my cold, hard Viper, and believe me it can shoot like nothing else can," Randy licked his lips, really fighting those bodily urges this little discussion was stirring up.
"That sounds so exciting!" Evan bounced off the bed. "I can't wait to make it shoot!"
"I bet you can't," Randy slipped off the bed and started towards his dresser. "Hmmm what to wear?" He wasn't too sure what to select that would allow him to easily shoot his guns with Evan but still be game appropriate at the same time.
Evan saw Randy was struggling to find a Daddy outfit. He knew in his own mind what the older man should wear but since he was just a boy right now he didn't feel right telling Daddy how to dress.
"Evan my boy do you want to pick out Daddy's outfit?" Randy asked sheepishly, blushing somewhat.
Evan gave him a vampish grin and wriggling off the bed, he all but bounced over to the closest. Biting his bottom lip he gave a little hum and then nodded to himself. Wandering to the back of Randy's closet he gave a mischievous chuckle and throwing a wink at Randy, he reached in and pulled out a pair of black chinos. Handing the pants to Randy he turned back hunting through some of the t-shirt before pulling out a deep green polo shirt. Nodding in approval he grinned, "Yep I think you'll look amazing dressed in these."
Randy looked at the outfit. It certainly wasn't an outfit he'd have thought of and he didn't even remember buying the polo shirt but Evan was right - he would look good in them. Smiling at Evan he leant over and brushing a kiss against his forehead he rumbled, "Why don't you be a good boy and go make me some coffee and maybe some toast while I grab a quick shower and get dressed."
"Okay Daddy," agreed Evan, the smaller man hesitating a moment before flinging his arms around Randy's waist and hugging him tightly, whispering, "Thank you for this."
Randy closed his eyes and resting his face against the soft brown hair, he hugged Evan back whispering, "You're welcome – you know I love making my boy happy."
Pulling apart Evan headed out into the hall leaving Randy on his own. He looked at the clothes Evan handed him noticing the price tag. Evan must have bought the polo shirt for such an outing like todays. "What a good boy," Randy whispered, chuckling sheepishly when he realised he was actually alone and didn't need to keep up the game right now.
He entered the bathroom and placed his outfit on the counter then walked over to the stand up shower. Turning the knobs to adjust the water he waited until it was just the right level of hot for his bronze skin. Stepping into the water he closed his eyes as the water cascaded over his hard muscles, waking them from where he had been asleep about thirty minutes ago.
He felt his lower body stirring as thoughts of what he and Evan would be doing later today started to fill his mind. Images involving shooting, the small not so innocent touches that would pass between them as he "taught" his boy how to shoot. Then the aftermath when he would be all coiled like his Viper nickname and ready to strike and prey on Evan's beautiful body.
His hand wrapped around his shaft and pumped it slowly, just fantasizing about the idea of Evan lying under him, begging him to touch him, needing him in the most intimate of ways. Closing his eyes he tilted his head back and let the shower, and his own hand, relive a little of his early morning tension.