Title:
Steamin' Up the Place AN:
Rating:
M – Mature
Genre:
Romance, Humor,
Drama
Pairings:
Multiple
Warnings:
Anything is possible, but mainly slash and sex
Summary:
A series of... steamy one-shots with the stories written by request.
If you wanna see me write a specific pairing for you, feel free to leave it for me in a review. I'm pretty laid back about what kind of pairings I'll write, but I do reserve the right to not write one. So, I'm asking that you leave three pairings tops to your review. I'll reply to your review and let you know if I think it's possible. I'll also be keeping track of what order everything is in. These will be written on a first come, first serve basis. Also, they probably won't relate to each other in anyway… If they do, I will let you know before the chapter, in the AN. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.
Mizenaton – Steamin' Up The Place
It was after RAW one night, and Randy decided that he'd be nice and take John out for drinks. Sure, in the ring they despised one another, but in real life, they were great friends. Not only that, but they were dating. Three months, the week after next. Randy waited patiently for John to get dressed, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a plain black shirt, a jacket over that. His bag was slung over one shoulder, holding his ring gear, and the title.
A minute later, John came out, grinning at Randy. He wore the same jean shorts and Attitude Adjustment shirt he had worn in the ring, complete with the hat. Randy rolled his eyes before leading the smaller man to the car, throwing their bags in the back before he started to drive.
"Where are we going, Randy?" John asked, mere curiosity making him ask. Randy grinned, taking John's hand in his own.
"Heading to meet some of the others," he replied, looking over at his boyfriend as he drove. "Figured I'd actually take you out for drinks, and I didn't think you'd mind too greatly if the others were there too," he explained. John nodded.
"Works for me," he replied, turning the radio on and turning it to the local rock station. Randy shook his head, grinning, as he pulled onto the interstate and began the drive.
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Mike was bored. Sure, hanging around with Kofi and Montel – Alvin – wasn't all that bad, but they were talking to Shad and JTG right now about something to do with… he swore he heard diamonds. Whatever. With John too absorbed in Punk to be entertaining, and Jeff and Hunter and Shawn all involved in one another, Mike wasn't sure what the hell he was supposed to do. He almost started another Twitter war with Chris when he saw the doors open and John Cena and Randy Orton came in. That smirk crossed his face and he raised a hand, waving them over. John grinned, grabbing Randy's arm and pointing. Randy nodded, and Mike moved over to an empty table.
"Hey, Mike!" John said, grinning. "That match was really good." Mike rolled his eyes, waving the waitress over for a round.
"Please. It sucked. Eugene didn't even really want to be there anyway. It was more a time filler than anything else," Mike replied, grinning as the waitress put the shots down.
"Yeah. You and Eugene both sucked," Randy replied, smirking as he turned his gaze to the waitress. "These next few rounds are on me." She nodded, and Mike saluted Randy with the glass, rolling his eyes as he downed the shot. John followed suit, wincing as the liquid burned down his throat.
"It's been entirely too long since I've done shots," he said. Mike laughed and Randy downed the liquid as though it was nothing.
"So, you finally got your US Title push, huh?" Randy asked. Mike shrugged, finishing the second shot within seconds.
"Yeah, and about time too. After all the bullshit I had to put up with, tapping out to John here," Mike nodded to John, who had the decency to at least pretend to be embarrassed, "Vince gave it to me. Sure, people hate me, but there are still Mizfits out there." Randy rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair.
"Really? Mizfits?"
"Yeah. It's fitting, don't you think?"
The laughter and drinks continued on for a few more hours, with Mike and Randy going back and forth bickering, and John throwing in an opinion or playing referee every few minutes, but mostly laughing at them.
However, the course of events may have been too much for John, because he knocked over the shot that Randy had been going for, successfully spilling it all over his boyfriend's blue jeans. Randy jumped slightly, but John moved rather fast for someone who had been given a few shots too many.
"Shit! I'm sorry, Randy, really!" He grabbed a napkin and began to dab at Randy's crotch, causing the younger man to twitch slightly. Mike watched, grinning at Randy's obvious discomfort. However, one should never mess with the Legend Killer and expect to get away unscathed.
"John…? Do you remember a conversation we had a few nights ago?" Randy asked. John looked up, forgetting about the spilled liquid on Randy's lap. Mike snorted.
"I don't even think he remembers his own name right now," the self-proclaimed Chick Magnet stated. John frowned at him, even going so far as to stick his tongue out at the other man, before he beamed at Randy.
"About the threesome? Yeupperdoodle," John replied. Mike stared at John in confusion, but Randy smirked.
"Think we should let Mike here in on the action?"
With that one, simple sentence, Mike felt the designer jeans he wore tighten slightly, and he swallowed down another shot to try to remove that feeling of discomfort at the sudden, unpredictable turn the conversation had taken. However, it wasn't to be. John moved over, scooting in close to Mike, leaning in.
"Would you want that, Mike…?" John asked, his eyelashes seeming to come up from the blink a little slower as he asked Mike. Mike watched John, watching that tempting tongue come out and lick at his lower lip, almost shyly.
Mike groaned and nodded, leaning in and crushing his lips to John's. John moaned softly, opening his mouth to Mike, allowing the other man's tongue to come in and assault John's. John's arms made their way around Mike's neck as he tilted his head, changing the angle of the kiss. Mike's lungs burned for breath, but he would have gladly died kissing John. Truth be told, he had a crush on John, and had been harboring feelings for the man holding him now for… He couldn't even remember how long.
John seemed to be the one with the common sense, even if he was drunk. He pulled back, breathing heavily, eyes hooded as he watched Mike. Randy smirked and stood, putting money on the table before he tapped John's shoulder. John untangled himself from Mike, standing. Mike looked at Randy, eyes narrowed slightly.
"If you wanna come, get your ass up," Randy stated. He was aware that Mike didn't trust him, but that was to be understood. Not many people did. Hell, Ted and Cody barely did. John was really the only person who completely trusted him, but John was special.
Randy led them outside, where he walked down the street a little, turning a corner and coming up to a hotel. He asked for a room, paying the startled clerk, who was trying to continue to work while watching John place teasing kisses on Mike's face and neck. Randy smirked, taking the key and leading both of them to the elevator.
Once in, Mike attacked, pinning John to the wall, holding John's arms over his head. He crashed his lips to John's again, his kiss harsh and almost punishing, but John moaned nonetheless. He didn't let many people know it, but he was a bit turned on by rough sex… Hell, being with Randy, you had to be. He panted heavily when Mike pulled away, his lips attaching to John's neck and biting fiercely. John cried out softly, arching to rub his groin against Mike's, causing the Ohio native to hiss softly.
The doors opened with a ding and Randy led the two of them to the room. Mike and John crashed in, both still absorbed with each other, while Randy walked in calmly, closing the door behind him. He put the card on the dresser, calmly emptying his pockets as Mike pushed John onto the bed. John smiled, reaching up and pulling off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room to be found later. Mike grinned, following suit and taking off the tight t-shirt he wore. He then crawled over John, leaning down to kiss him once before moving down, kissing his way down John's chest.
Randy watched as Mike's lips attached to one of John's nipples, and the Massachusetts native groaned low. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it off to the side, and began to remove his shoes. Mike's teeth held John's nipple in his mouth, licking around the nub, tasting and teasing. John was loving it, judging by the little sounds he was making and the way his fists clenched in the sheets of the bed.
"Ah… Mike… Fuck me, please…" John begged, his voice raspy with pleasure. Randy smirked as Mike gazed up at John.
"No, not yet, John…" Mike replied, moving his lips to tease the other nipple. Randy shrugged to himself, moving to remove John's and Mike's shoes before he moved to the other side of John, casually unbuttoning the other man's shorts and pulling them down his body. John's hard cock was already causing a tent in his boxers. Randy smirked and pulled the boxers off of John's hips, leaving the man naked under Mike. Mike grinned, but ignored the hard cock pressed up against his stomach for the moment. Randy and John locked eyes, and Randy smirked, moving to remove Mike's pants as well. The designer jeans came off of Mike like butter, and his boxer briefs underneath dropped just as easily.
Randy stood back to watch them, removing his own jeans and boxers before he shifted, standing next to the bed. John immediately reached over, wrapping his fist around Randy's cock. He stroked gently, feather like touches that caused a soft groan to escape Randy's throat. Mike smirked to himself before he lowered himself, his lips parting for the tip of John's cock. John gasped, his hand tightening around Randy's dick. Mike slid the hard organ into his mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive underside. John's hips moved, but Mike's hands came up, holding them down as he took more of John's incredible length in his mouth.
"Oh… God… Mike…"
John's gasps of pleasure and soft moans were broken only by his repeated pleas for Mike to fuck him. Randy smirked, shifting slightly to go back to his bag, grabbing the lube he kept prepared for this.
"Move," Randy demanded. Mike got up, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of John's cock as he stood. Randy applied the lube to his fingers, spreading John's legs, and thrust two fingers into John's tight ass. John cried out, arching up, as Randy's fingers began to scissor and prep him mercilessly. John moaned out Randy's name, and the younger man inserted another finger, the three stretching him and prepping him.
"You wanna fuck him?" Randy asked, his eyes moving up to Mike. Mike nodded, licking his lips. Randy smirked, standing and removing his fingers before he applied some of the lube to Mike's hard cock, leaning in to press a harsh kiss to Mike's lips. Mike groaned, but moved when Randy broke the kiss.
"On your knees, John," Randy commanded. John obeyed, flipping over and putting his ass in the air, looking back at Mike.
"Mike… please… fuck me…" he begged. Mike groaned, positioning himself as Randy did. Mike thrust into John in one quick, fluid motion. John cried out, but his cry was muffled by Randy putting his cock in John's mouth. Mike's thrusts picked up, and he thrust in and out of John's tight ass, as John wrapped his mouth around Randy's cock, hollowing his cheeks to take more of his boyfriend's cock in his mouth and throat. He hummed around it, causing Randy to groan softly.
The dual sensations were almost too much for John, but he slowed himself down to try to make this last longer. He pulled Randy's dick almost completely out of his mouth and slowly licked the tip, cork-screwing around the length and down to the base of Randy's dick, all while moaning and gasping at Mike's fucking him.
Mike shifted slightly, and the change was enough to cause him to slam into John's prostate. John gasped and cried out Mike's name, whimpering before the man behind him reached down, taking John's cock in his hand and beginning to stroke him in time with his thrusts. John cried out again, taking Randy's dick back into his mouth and relaxing his throat so that Randy could thrust in the rhythm he wanted to into John's mouth.
"John… I'm cumming…" Randy muttered, giving his lover warning. However, John simply hummed around Randy's cock, causing his lover to explode in his mouth. John's throat worked to swallow every last drop of his lover's seed. Randy pulled back a minute later, breathing heavily, listening to John's moans of pleasure as Mike fucked him.
"Mike… Mike, I'm gonna-!"
It was all John could get out as a warning before he tensed and came all over Mike's hand. The way John's ass tightened around Mike's cock as he came caused Mike to come as well, crying out John's name as he did.
John fell, exhausted, onto the bed, curling onto his side. Mike stepped back, leaning against the wall to get his breath and strength back. Randy chuckled softly before he went into the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth, coming out a minute later and cleaning and himself up. He then tossed it to Mike, smirking.
"Thanks," Mike managed, cleaning himself up. Randy shrugged and got into bed next to John, holding his lover to him.
"Mike… can sleep here… too…" John muttered, nuzzling into Randy's chest. Mike looked at Randy, who nodded.
"You're welcome to sleep with us too," Randy said, smiling as Mike moved on the other side of John, curling up to him, and falling asleep as his head hit the pillow. Randy rolled his eyes before he got comfortable and also fell asleep.
Mizenaton – Fin
AN: So, there's the first part… I personally rather like it. I've never read a fic with this pairing before… But hey! If I somehow inspire you to write them, please, let me know. I'd love to read it. Review and leave your requests! Remember: Max of three, just in case I don't want to do one that you may request. Thanks.
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