Title: Daddy Please (1/?)
Author: dreamscarred and candy_belle
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Randy Orton X Evan Bourne
Warnings: sex, role play (age play)
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.

Evan stretched out on the warm body beneath him nuzzling the black line adorning the skin of the man he loved. "God you're like a cat after sex," Randy let his fingertips graze down the middle of Evan's spine. "But I like that," Randy tilted his head back as he felt Evan kiss at the tattoo line on his shoulder.

"Who says we're done," the smaller man giggled moving so his face was hovering over Randy's face.

"You're just a ball of energy," Randy smiled lazily. "Our flight is in four hours. I'm fine with more after play but I want some sleep tonight so I can ravish you in our king size bed tomorrow," Randy lifted up kissing Evan's now pouted lips.

"I have a question, well a favour," Evan blushed hoping this was the best time to ask his lover for this.

"You hardly ask me for anything so tell me. I'll give you anything," Randy shifted a bit letting his finger slide between the high flier's cheeks feeling his release still dripping out from the abused hole.

"I was wondering when we get home if you would do a sexual role play with me," Evan's chocolate eyes were wide with nerves.

"What type of role play?" Randy sat up a bit. He had done role plays before, simple ones. He wasn't sure what types of play his younger lover had dabbled in before him.

"Age play," Evan blushed.

"Age play?" Randy was a little taken back by the request. He had heard of it, knew sort of what it entailed but he wasn't sure if it was something that would turned him on. "I guess I'll try it for you."

"Yeah I would play," Evan was cut off by Randy's fingers on his lips.

"I know how it works you would the," Randy swallowed. "The kid," Randy made quote marks with his other hand. "And I would be," Evan pushed the tattooed man's hand aside and pressed his lips to the Viper's ear.

"Daddy," Randy shivered at Evan's tone and felt his exhausted shaft twitch and start to harden.

"So what," asked Randy absently stroking Evan's lower back, "You just call me Daddy during sex and stuff?"

"Not really," mumbled Evan stumbling over his words he was blushing slightly knowing that what he was asking might not be agreed to, "Its more...well the thing...real age play you kind of.." he took a deep breath then just blurred out, "It about taking care of each other. The father role is more than just being dominant its total control just like you have for a kid."

There was a long silence. Then when Randy still hadn't made a response Evan sighed and lowering his eyes he mumbled, "You can say no. I won't mind. Or we can just do the daddy thing during sex I…"

"No," rumbled Randy running his hand up Evan's back, "No it's okay. I'll give it go but I've never done anything like this I'm not even sure I know how to be a dad."

"You'd be an amazing father," berthed Evan not even aware he'd said it.

Randy blinked in surprise. Then as Evan realised what he'd said he blushed even more and buried his head in Randy's shoulder.

"What do you mean?" asked Randy nuzzling his face against the soft hair. Prying Evan's head up so he could see his lover's face he asked" What do you mean I'd make a good father?"

"Well," explained Evan with a shrugged, "Look at how you looked after Ted and Cody. You weren't just their leader, you were their guardian. You sorted out their problems. I mean look at that time when they were fighting on screen - you stepped up and you were.,," he blushed as he chuckled, "...well like their dad."

Randy regarded him for a moment then with a wicked smirk he traced Evan's jaw line teasing gently, "Oh my god, you pervert - you got off on that, didn't you?"

"Not telling," Evan sealed his lips and gave a mischievous grin.

"Such a bad boy," Randy toyed with some of the language this type of play probably called for.

"I think you're going to like this game Randy, I mean Daddy," the small man leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Well I know hearing you say Daddy is getting me all riled up again," Randy pushed his hips up allowing Evan to feel his renewed hardness.

"Thought you said you wanted to sleep," Evan's grin got wider flashing his teeth.

"Sadly I do. I probably will need my sleep to do this age play stuff since I'm just an old man," the tattooed man stretched and wiggled down on the pillows.

"My old man, my Daddy," Evan said gleefully. Evan picked up the comforter and lifted up over their bodies as the snuggled down preparing to sleep. "So excited to get home."

"Soon. Only a few hours to our flight now," Randy wrapped his arms around Evan rolling them so they were spooning tightly. "Night," Randy kissed the raven hair.

"Night," Evan wiggled his rear against Randy's groin. "Daddy," and closed his eyes both of them soon drifting to sleep.

xxx

As they found their seats on the airplane Randy called, "Hey Ev give me your bag I'll put it up for you."

Evan smiled then realising there was no one that close to them he leant in and whispered, "Thanks…Daddy."

Randy actually shivered and staring at the smaller man he growled, "Evan we're public."

"No one's near enough to hear," soothed Evan sinking into his seat.

As Randy stowed the bags Evan fumbled around for his seatbelt. Finally taking his seat Randy glanced over and seeing Evan was struggling to get the belt sorted out. Giving a soft chuckle Randy leant over, batting Evan's hand away as he murmured absently, "Here let me do that for you."

Evan leant back watching in near awe as Randy quickly sorted out the tangled belt and then slid it into place. As Randy soothed the belt down Evan looked at him and smiling the most innocent smile possible he whispered, "Thank you Daddy."

Randy gave a faint smile and winking at him murmured, "Well, someone's got to look after you haven't they…Boy."

It was Evans turn to shiver and gasp audibly. Smiling nervously he looked at Randy and breathed, "I'm your boy?"

"Yeah," replied Randy with a soft smile, gently stroking Evan's thigh. "You are. You're my boy."

The flight was filled with more practicing of the age play game Randy reaching into the overhead compartment to get Evan's bag, a whisper for Evan not to wander far from him in the airport. When they got to the taxi they toned it down a bit and discussed what they should do about that night's dinner. Arriving home they set their bags in their bed room closet on benches that they had lining the wall just for suit cases to aid in packing and unpacking.

"So I guess now that we're home we do this all the way," Randy asked still slightly nervous about the idea.

"We do," Evan smiled grabbing a stool so he could grab a long box that was on the top shelf of the closet.

"Let me get that boy," Randy thought he was playing along when Evan brushed his hand away.

"I've got this. You're not allowed to see it yet," Evan held the black garment box to his chest. "Now would you be willing to dress more like a Daddy for me?" Evan pouted his lip and batted his eyelashes at the tattooed man.

"What do you mean?" Randy looked at his current outfit of a black t shirt adorned with skulls and a pair of slightly tattered jeans.

"Well," soothed Evan stepping down off the stool, "You're kind of dressed more like a big brother rather than a Daddy and I…"

"So what do you want your Daddy to wear then?" rumbled Randy smiling nervously.

Evan bit his lower lip and flicking a glance at Randy's side of the closest he asked, "Your suit? You know the one you wore on Lopez?"

Randy regarded him a moment then with a slight nod he asked,"Okay but what will you be wearing? If I'm dressing the part I guess you'll be dressing up as well?"

"Yeah," grinned Evan. "Yeah, I've got the outfit right here." He hugged the box tight and with a lingering look at Randy he started to head out.

"Hey!" called Randy "Where are you going?"

"To get changed," explained Evan. "But I don't' want you to see it yet." He padded back over and going up on tip toe he pressed a soft kiss to Randy's lips whispering, "Thank you for this."

"You know I'd anything for you," replied Randy gently caressing Evan's cheek. Brushing a secondary kiss against Evan's cheek he ordered. "Go on then. Go get changed into whatever outfit your holding. I'll see you downstairs, in the kitchen?"

"Perfect," nodded Evan a massive grin lighting up his whole face.

Evan bounded out of the room with his box while Randy moved to the very small selection of suits he owned. Picking the one he wore on Lopez tonight he grabbed his socks and dress shoes heading back into the master suite.

Setting the suit on the bed Randy lifted his shirt over his head and balled it up tossing it like a basketball at the clothing hamper in the corner. It didn't miss but it didn't go the whole way in as the shirt hung on the edge. Next he removed his pants revealing his smooth thick thighs and kicked the pants to lie on the floor by the hamper.

Looking down Randy at his current lack underwear he wondered what was appropriate to wear for this game. Deeming he needed to wear something and that commando was not an option; he moved to the dresser and opened his drawer. There wasn't much of a select all his underwear were black save a few light grey ones. He wore mainly briefs but did own a few thongs for just the right occasion.

Shifting through a color caught his eye reaching for it he pulled out a pair of white briefs. "When did I get these? Oh well they'll work better for this than black or grey," Randy slid on the briefs up his legs and headed back to the bed holding his suit.

Randy dressed quickly smoothing out his tie as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had to admit he looked amazing. With a knowing smirk he murmured, "I wonder what the hell Evan's going to wear?" With a little shake of his head he headed for the kitchen resisting the urge to peak into the spare room where he knew Evan was changing.

Once in the kitchen he wandered straight to the fridge. He contemplated grabbing a beer but then remembering the game he figured as good dad wouldn't be drinking around his boy. With a little chuckle he turned to the kettle and pulled down a cup. Making himself a coffee he wandered to the breakfast bar. Sinking down onto the stool he took a few sips wondering what was taking Evan so long. Just as his patience was starting to wear thin, there was a loud bang that sounded suspiciously like the front door being closed.

"Evan?" called Randy.

Frowning at the noise Randy was half way off the stool when the kitchen door opened and Evan appeared smiling faintly at him. As he stepped into the kitchen he set his school bag on the table replying, "Hey Daddy. How was your day at work?"

Randy was at a loss for words.