A/N: Happy President's Day everyone! I'm posting a quick two-shot here for HardyBoyz4Eva because it was requested to me in a very sweet and polite manner. Ask and you shall receive but always remember your manners, people! Hope everyone loves...
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Randy stood in the kitchen, checking the number of pots and pans he had on the stove. He leaned on the counter and inhaled the aroma coming from his almost cooked meal, a smug smile on his face. As he contemplated how great of a cook he was, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist.
"Thanks for doing this for me, love," John's voice murmured in his ear.
"No need for thanks, Johnny," Randy assured leaning into the warm body. He tilted his neck, silently inviting a kiss and was rewarded by John's lips on his skin. The older man moved his lips down the skin in a soft caress before groaning loudly.
"I'm so pissed at Vince. I can't ever just have a full 3 or 4 days off like everyone else. He always has to give me something to do and this time I had to ruin your days off, too," John groaned as he moved to sit on a chair around the kitchen island.
"You're not ruining anything, John. I've got it covered, baby," Randy smiled. "I don't mind doing this for you. I actually prefer doing it alone than having you stand around and try to help me. You're amazing at many things, John but kitchen stuff…not really."
John laughed and nodded. "I know. I wish I could still help in some way, though. I feel like a worthless boyfriend that just sits on my ass. I don't know what I'd do without you, baby. You take such good care of me and deal with me doing things like this. I gotta learn to say no to Vince." He sighed and shook his head. "I just feel bad for this kid. I want him to know that I'm there for him like a surrogate big brother, you know. I don't want him to think this is just for the camera or the fans,"
"Baby, he knows how good of a friend he has in you. If he doesn't then he's a moron." Randy said. "You have such an amazing heart, Johnny and I love you for it."
"You have a pretty amazing heart there, too, Viper." John said, standing up and walking back towards where Randy stood. Randy wrapped his hands around John's waist and smiled. "Just for you and our little girl,"
John pressed a soft kiss to the base of Randy's neck, moving up to gently bite his earlobe. He relished the shiver that passed through his longtime boyfriend's body. His tongue slid effortlessly into Randy's mouth to taste but the kiss was quickly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. The men reluctantly parted and Randy swatted at John's rear and pushed him away. "Go answer," he said with a smile as John groaned and lowered his head to Randy's shoulder. "Kid has the worst timing,"
After planting a final kiss to his lips, John moved away from Randy and strode to the door. He was annoyed his moment with Randy had been interrupted but pushed it aside as he approached the door to his and Randy's home in Tampa. He smiled as he pulled the door open and let his young friend walk inside. "Hey, Matt, come in,"
Matt Cardona entered the house and stopped in the foyer, smiling over at John. "Thanks for inviting me over for the days off, John. You have no idea how much I appreciate you spending time with me and giving me advice. You're like one of the only guys that takes me seriously as Matt and not Zack Ryder."
John nodded and patted Matt's back. "Well, when off screen, you're just Matt to me." He motioned towards the living room. "Let's go grab some food and a beer,"
Randy exited the kitchen as the two men entered the large living room. He looked over at Matt, a small, forced smile on his face. "Hey, what's up, Matt?"
"Oh, hey Randy." Matt smiled slowly. "I was just telling John how thankful I am to have him as a friend and for welcoming me into his house."
"Our house," pointed out Randy, a small smirk on his face. "You should be thankful that you're being welcomed into John's and my house."
Matt laughed and nodded. "Right, I completely forgot you and John live together now."
Randy frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "More like for over 3 years now,"
John walked over to Randy and wrapped an arm around his waist in an effort to soothe the glare that shot from his eyes. "Babe, I'm starving. What's the timing on the food?"
Randy moved his gaze over to him and nodded. "Like 10 more minutes, John." He moved his gaze back towards Matt and it hardened instantly. There was something about John's young protégé that had always rubbed him the wrong way. John seemed to be blinded to anything negative about Matt and was always quick to defend him, though.
"I'm gonna get a beer, then. Want one, Matt?"
Matt smiled and nodded towards John. The older man walked into the kitchen, leaving Randy and Matt alone. The younger man wasted no time and turned his attention towards Randy.
"So, John really is a lucky man. He truly is the man who has it all; an amazing career, legions of fans and a perfect life at home. Not only does his guy look damn good but he can cook," Matt smirked, his eyes darkening with something Randy could only liken to lust as they traveled over his form, hovering over his groin.
Randy narrowed his eyes dangerously and took a step forward. John's footsteps behind him caused him to stop and he turned towards his boyfriend.
John smiled over at him. "It smells amazing in there, baby. Can't wait to taste it all," He turned his attention to Matt and motioned him towards the sofa as he handed him a beer. "You're gonna love Randy's cooking, bro. He's amazing,"
"I'm sure he is," replied Matt, lifting the beer to his lips as his eyes moved over Randy's form once more.
A frown marred John's brow when he saw the look emanating from Matt's eyes. He blinked rapidly and watched Matt carefully, this time seeing nothing in his eyes. Assuming he was just seeing things, John shook his head.
"I'm gonna check on the food," mumbled Randy before leaving the room. He sighed deeply as he walked away, already dreading the next couple of days Matt would be visiting.
The rest of the evening went smoothly enough. Matt and John spent hours talking about their business, the younger man looking at John adoringly as he listened to the advice he gave him. Randy stayed out of the conversation for the most part but felt a sense of comfort by the way John sat next to him, demonstrating their closeness. Randy periodically went to refill the coffee pot or grab more beers, mostly to escape yet another stare from Matt. He was relieved that an early night was proposed by John so they could be ready for an early morning workout the next day.
Once in their bed, John tenderly stroked Randy's skin, kissing gently as they caressed lovingly. "So, it's obvious you don't like Matt," he voiced. The tone was that of a statement not a question.
"It's not that I don't like him, John. He's just…not someone I would ever be friends with, as horrible as that may sound." Randy sighed. "Look, it doesn't matter. He's your friend, not mine. I don't have to like him and he damn sure doesn't have to like me."
"Matt does like you, though." John said sincerely. "He admires you and would love for you to help him and give him advice like you did with Cody and Ted. He's scared to ask you, though because of how you act around him and the Viper looks you give him, baby…"
Randy's lips stopped John from saying anything further. He knew he couldn't tell John why he really disliked his young friend. He would tolerate the stares from Matt for the sake of the man he loved, though because as he gazed into John's bright blue eyes, Randy just couldn't tell his lover the truth; that he thought his friend a piece of shit.
"If I promise you that I will try and at least talk to him tomorrow, can we stop talking about him now?" Randy smiled. "I kinda don't wanna talk about Matt in our bed. I'm naked. You're naked. I want to have some fun with my gorgeous guy."
John laughed and took Randy in his arms, pulling their chests tight against each other. Randy let his hand trace over John's face, loving the smooth texture. He leaned in for another kiss as his fingers slid down John's chest, teasing the erect nipples. John sighed and let his head roll to the side. "That feels so good, babe."
Randy smiled to himself as he lowered his head to John's chest and started sucking on the buds. His tongue danced around the rigid flesh, with an occasional nip from his teeth. John moaned and arched his body up to feel more of Randy on him.
Randy watched his lover's fluttering eyelids and heard his quiet panting. Moving his hand down John's chest, he swept his fingers over the older man's tight abs, causing a brief smile to come onto his face. The small laugh that escaped John's lips as Randy tickled his skin soon turned back into a moan as his lover gripped his crotch and began stroking it gently.
John started bucking up into Randy's hand and moaning louder. Randy laughed softly and leaned down, whispering into John's ear. "Quiet, gorgeous. Remember your little buddy is next door. Wouldn't want to give him a show…"
John nodded and bit his lip to keep from screaming. Randy flashed him a devious smile and moved back to his crotch. Wrapping his hand around its base, he squeezed and slid his hand up John's length, bringing up a nice leak of pre-cum. Randy quickly bent to lick it and then lowered his lips to cover the head, his tongue dancing over the surface as he cleaned it.
That was the end of John's tolerance and he groaned loudly as he moved up off the bed. Grabbing his lover, he flipped him over and threw him on the bed before Randy could blink. John wrapped his fist around Randy's cock and stroked it a few times and then slid his hand to Randy's balls. He felt John's other hand slide behind his head and pull him in for an urgent kiss. As John's tongue dove into Randy's mouth, he felt John's hand caressing him before moving lower to his tight entrance. As John's finger rubbed against his entrance, Randy moaned into the fierce kiss. When John finally released him, Randy groaned loudly, "Enough, Johnny! Just fuck me already, baby,"
John smiled and slid down his body as Randy's eyes fluttered closed. He felt the older man's hands on his backside and then gasped loudly as John's tongue moved around his entrance. He felt John shift his grip and then open him wider, his hot tongue moving deep inside him.
"Oh my God, Johnny! Feels so fucking good," groaned Randy loudly.
John moved back slightly with a soft chuckle, "I thought we needed to be quiet, handsome."
"I don't care anymore. Just fuck already," said Randy as he panted with desire.
John lifted up momentarily, quickly grabbing the lube from their nightstand and spreading some on his fingers. He tasted the beads of pre-cum adorning Randy's toned abdomen as he slid his first finger inside him. He took the leaking tip of Randy's cock into his mouth as his second finger began to scissor and twist to stretch the tight channel. John engulfed Randy's cock, swallowing him as three fingers pumped in and out of Randy's heaving body.
"Come on babe, enough. Want you, Johnny. Need you in me!" said Randy through his panting.
"Want to be in you, too, baby," John murmured huskily. He pressed one of Randy's thighs to the bed, while pulling the other around his waist. He pressed forward, sliding slowly into slick, tight heat. A moan escaped his lips as Randy gripped him tightly from inside. "God, Ran, you feel amazing,"
John began to thrust inside, almost pulling completely out before plunging back inside. He watched as Randy lifted his hips to match John's rhythm and then could no longer resist kissing his lover. John lowered his body down, his lips covering Randy's. He swallowed his boyfriend's soft moan of pleasure. John's tongue thrust inside Randy's mouth just as his length possessed his body. He moved a hand to begin to pump Randy slowly, trying to prolong their mutual pleasure. John pumped in and out with agonizingly slow movements. Randy moaned loudly, the sound echoing through their room.
"Quiet, baby!" said John with a chuckle.
The pressure and texture of John's rock hard cock against Randy's prostate sent erotic pulses through his body. He rolled his hips, allowing the older man to thrust more deeply whilst pushing his own need into John's strong grip. With a groan, John's movements began to increase in speed. John's thrusts became insistent, demanding and Randy was unable to hold back any longer.
"Johnny!" screamed out Randy as he came over his hand.
As Randy came, John increased his speed, forcing his way through the tightness surrounding his cock. With Randy's last loud moan, his body sagged against the ground, quiet gasps coming from his lips with each thrust of John's hips. Soon after Randy felt a tightening of the grip on his hips as John thrust faster inside him. Suddenly John tensed, shoving his cock as deep as possible into Randy. His body trembled as Randy felt John's hot seed filling him, his loud cry of Randy's name bouncing off the walls.
Randy relaxed and enjoyed the sensations as John slowly pushed through the slick, hot liquid in a few last leisurely strokes. Eventually his soft cock slipped out of Randy, causing a small laugh to emerge from the younger man.
Finally spent, John collapsed onto his lover. He kissed Randy's neck before sucking a small mark of possession. "Did you just laugh after sex?" he asked in amazement.
A more familiar chuckle came from below him. Randy lay sated and looked at him lovingly. It thrilled John to know he was the only one to ever see Randy naked and satisfied after lovemaking. "We were so loud. I don't think your little buddy is gonna wanna visit anymore,"
John smiled and moved off Randy's body, lying on his side. "We're just that damn good, gorgeous. Neither one of us can ever be quiet with the other,"
Randy turned over and pulled John to him. "I love you, Johnny,"
"Love you, too, baby," John replied. They gently caressed and kissed each other in their post-orgasmic euphoria. They spent several long minutes touching and whispering endearments, enjoying their time together before John reached down to the ground and picked up a discarded piece of clothing. He cleaned his and Randy's body up as best he could and pulled the younger man close to his body, keeping him locked in an embrace.
"Good night, handsome," John whispered in Randy's ear.
"Goodnight, baby," came Randy's whisper as he eyes shut.
Matt's behavior didn't improve the next morning. It became apparent to Randy that in John's presence, hearing or sight, Matt would be a model of decorum. But when certain John could not see him, Randy would continue to be subjected to Matt's leering looks. It was growing harder for him to ignore but he tried his best for John's sake. He loved John and would do anything for the older man. It was a relief when he had to leave for a work event Vince McMahon had scheduled him for months earlier.
Returning home later that night, Randy was surprised to find the house empty. John had promised to be home so they could eat a late dinner together. Randy walked around the house, a frown on his face until he finally spotted the note in the kitchen.
"Randy,
Went out for a couple of drinks with Matt. Won't be late. Love you.
John"
Randy sighed before going upstairs to shower and change into some comfortable clothes. Once done, he made himself a quick dinner and ate in front of the television, his eyes darting to the clock every couple of seconds. With each passing minute, Randy grew more irritated. It was now close to midnight and John hadn't even called and was even ignoring his calls. Just when he thought he would go insane, a noise at the door had him jumping up and running towards it.
Randy froze in disbelief as John, a drunken John, stumbled towards him.
"Hey, baby," John slurred.
Randy raised an eyebrow in shock. John never got drunk. In all the time Randy had known his lover he could count the number of times John drank so much he lost control. He spared a glance at Matt who seemed oddly quiet behind John.
"John," Randy gasped as the big man all but fell into his arms.
"Sorry, baby, stayed a bit longer...so sleepy now…" John frowned at his disjointed words.
"It's OK, don't worry," Randy assured, holding John up by the waist securely. "Let's just get you upstairs and into bed."
"Need a hand...baby?" a voice said behind him.
Glancing back in surprise, Randy met Matt's smirking face. He could clearly see Matt was nowhere near as drunk as John. In fact, he wondered if Matt was drunk at all. His gaze hardened and he shot a venomous glare at the younger man.
"I know what your game is, Matt," Randy growled back angrily. "But it's not gonna work with me. Stay the fuck away from me and John or you will be sorry."
As Randy turned to lead John upstairs, he suddenly jumped when a hand grabbed his ass through the soft sweat pants he wore. He spun around, almost losing his grasp on John's stumbling body.
Matt laughed softly. "Seriously, I could give you a real good hand, Randy…"
"Are you out of your fucking mind, kid? I am not John. I have no problem with not only kicking your ass but destroying your career." Randy glared down at him from the stairs and motioned towards the door. "I suggest you get your shit out of my house before I come back down here or you'll be leaving in an ambulance,"
Randy turned and continued up the stairs, maneuvering John into their bedroom and onto the bed. He pulled off John's clothes and shoes and ensured he was propped on his side with supporting pillows. The older man was already asleep by the time Randy walked out of the room to get some water and Tylenol for when he awoke.
Matt rounded the landing, coming up the stairs as Randy approached them. He held a glass and a bottle of pills in his hands. Randy clenched his jaw and shook his head. "What the hell are you still doing here?"
"Stop being so dramatic," Matt rolled his eyes and set the items on the hall table. "Look, John's asleep after all the booze I poured down his throat and I know how to keep my mouth shut so we could do this and he would never know."
"Are you fucking serious?" Randy's eyes were wide in his face, his voice a mixture of shock and awe.
Matt grinned at him and slowly moved towards him. "Like a heart attack. Come on, Orton, let's just do this! You know you want to and God knows I want to!"
"Is that so?" Randy slowly approached the younger man. "You wanna do this? Why?"
Matt shrugged, a smile on his face. "Why? You're fucking hot," He laughed and took a step closer to Randy. "Besides, you get even hotter in the bedroom. I heard you and John last night and all I heard tonight was him going on and on about how he wanted to get home to you. I'm pretty sure of the reason and I wouldn't mind having some of the same kind of fun with you. Like I said, it would just be between me and you."
He took a step closer to Randy and boldly wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing their groins together. "Come on, baby. John won't ever have to know a thing…"
With a growl of disgust, Randy moved back away from Matt and his hand closed into a fist. It connected with Matt's jaw before the younger man had a chance to move away and he fell to the floor, startled, as he clutched his face.
Randy glared down at him and planted a foot on his chest, holding him down. "Listen to me you little shit," he said angrily. "Even if I wasn't with John, I wouldn't touch your disgusting ass with a ten foot pole. Now I'm not gonna tell you again; pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house."
Randy bent to retrieve the water and pills and stalked back to his and John's bedroom, letting the door slam behind him. He took a deep breath and counted to ten in his head, using every anger management technique he had learned over the years to calm his temper and stop him from going outside and killing Matt. Movements from outside the bedroom let him know Matt was following his command and leaving the home but it was only when he heard the front door shut that Randy was able to fully relax. He moved from the door to the large armchair near his and John's bed and sank into it. For hours he watched John sleep, dreading the morning when he would awaken and he would have to explain what happened.
John awoke slowly. He felt worse than he had for many years. He looked over to his side and saw a glass of water and bottle of pills and sat up from the pillows that had kept him supported. A quick glance to his right told him Randy was not in bed with him and that it had not been touched all night. His heart sank to think his lover hadn't slept with him. Since becoming a couple, they had slept entwined at every opportunity.
John reached for the pill bottle and quickly swallowed down two tablets. He frowned as he tried to fight through the fogginess in his mind and remember the night before. Matt's voice echoed in his mind, the words he'd used to convince him to go out the night before.
"Just a couple of drinks, John. I just feel like such a joke,"
"Randy doesn't like me and I don't know why. I've never done anything to him and I admire him so much,"
"We'll be back before he gets home, don't worry,"
Guilt flooded John as the nights events came slowly back to him. It had seemed like a good idea and a way to take Matt's mind off the notion that Randy disliked him. He swore they would make it home before Randy but that hadn't happened obviously.
John groaned as he eased himself to stand. It certainly didn't feel like he'd only had a couple of drinks. He slowly rounded the bed, coming to a halt when he saw the armchair besides the bed. Another groan escaped his lips, this time though, it was from sadness. A rumpled blanket lay on the chair along with Randy's sweats and t-shirt. John realized that his lover must have spent the night in the chair, no doubt keeping an eye on him. The guilt he felt doubled and John hurried out of the room and down the stairs on his unstable legs. He moved as quickly as his body would let him through the quiet house, thinking Randy may be in the kitchen. Not finding him there, he moved to their den. John quietly opened the door and looked inside. Thankfully, Randy was there, sitting in one of the armchairs, staring out of the large window towards their yard.
"Randy,"
Randy ignored his call and continued to look outside. In a couple of strides, John was at his lover's side enveloping him in a tight embrace.
"Please, baby. I'm sorry I blew off our plans last night. I didn't mean to…I don't even know how I drank so much…don't be mad at me, please,"
Randy sighed in his ear and seconds later John felt his arms wrap around him. "Just forget it,"
John pulled back to gaze into Randy's face as he knelt on the floor in front of the chair. "I am sorry, baby."
Randy shook his head dismissively and sighed once more. He let his hands drop from John's body and lowered his head.
"Look, John, about last night…I would give anything to not have to tell you this. I actually spent all night thinking of a way not to tell you this and for awhile there I thought maybe I could just pretend it never happened but," he began, his voice hoarse. "I can't lie to you, Johnny and you don't deserve someone who would lie to you in your life anyway."
"Ran, what are you talking about, baby?" John frowned and reached up to cup Randy's face, worried by the look in his eyes.
Randy reached up to pull his hands away and held them tightly in his grip. "Johnny, I know Matt's your friend and you want to think he's this great kid and that its just me; that I don't like him but…but last night he made a pass at me."
John's eyes widened and he recoiled away from Randy, moving his hands away. "What? No! No way, Ran. That's impossible…he was probably drunk, too, Randy. Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. How could I not be?" Randy said trying to keep his voice level as it began to rise in anger. "Matt wasn't drunk at all! He grabbed my ass and told me we could have some fun and you wouldn't have to know about it!"
"Where is he now?" John asked. Randy frowned and shook his head, shocked at John's reaction. He had expected anger and fury from the older man, not calm and disbelief in his words. "Where the hell do you think? I kicked his ass out last night! You think I would let him stay here after pulling that shit with me?"
"You kicked him out in the middle of the night, Randy? Why would you do that? Why didn't you give him a chance to explain?" John grabbed his head as it began to pound. "Look, baby, you don't like him so maybe it's just that you're a bit sensitive around him and you misread what he was saying…"
Randy's mouth dropped open. "How the hell could I misread the words 'I wouldn't mind having some fun with you' and 'It would just be between me and you', John? I can't believe you're defending him! How can you not believe me?"
John sighed and shook his head. "I just think we need to get his side of the story…"
"I am telling you the only side of the story you need to hear," Randy said, his voice cracking with emotion as he stood. "I wouldn't make this up! How could you doubt me? You're supposed to believe me and love me, John!"
"I do love you, baby," John assured, standing up in front of Randy and trying to wrap his arms around his waist. "I just don't understand how Matt could do this…"
Randy clenched his teeth, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he pushed John away. "You know what? Forget it and forget you; believe your beloved Matt and go be with him."
John stumbled from the force of Randy's shove and grabbed onto the back of the chair to steady himself. "Randy, no…baby, please don't go,"
Randy ignored his call and continued out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
A/N: Part 2 will hopefully be up tomorrow or Wednesday, at the latest! Review and let me know what you all thought!
