Title: Beg Me
Summary: Randy Orton has his eyes set on a certain someone and rejection is not even in the picture.
Warning: They drop the f-bombs a lot and kisses as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these wrestlers and if I did, I wouldn't sit here and be writing about them. None of this is true, or so I believe.
He was laughing and drinking, then laughing again. Randy couldn't detect what was so funny, but obviously John thought otherwise. Randy was beginning to burn with embarrassment and rage combined, and he found himself grinding his teeth.
"You find me hilarious?" Randy gritted out. "You find that question funny?"
John held his chest and tried to steady his laughing fits. Once calm, he held his hands out to signal 'chill out' and replied, "No, what I find so funny is how you would make a move on a rap artist, when your own self is pretty hardcore."
"Well then, you should feel lucky. It's not usual for guys like me, to go for guys like you." Randy said smugly, straightening in the bar stool, and reaching to take a sip of his beer.
John nodded and said, "I should, but I'm not. Orton, you're a cool guy, but in no way am I attracted to you. I'm not even gay." With that said, John turned back to the bar, and downed his drink. It stung going down his throat.
Randy stared at John, completely a taken back, and narrowed his eyes. He stood, his mind racing with millions of thoughts, and turned back to hover over John's shoulder.
He leaned in, his hot breath on John's ear, making him shiver, and he whispered, "You're going to wish you never did that." He turned to walk away, glaring straight ahead, a new plan already forming in his brain.
John looked over his shoulder and watched Randy walk through the glass doors. He made a right and the next thing John heard, was a car alarm going off. It's horn sounded oddly familiar. He flew out the cushioned seat and ran through the doors, not caring about the crazy looks he got.
Once outside, he looked in the direction of where he parked, and what do you know. It was his rental car. His windows were shattered and to pretty much sum it up, his car looked like the latest greatest punching bag.
"Orton." He hissed, slamming his fist down onto the hood.
"Yes?" The voice whispered, almost too nonchalantly.
"You trashed my damn car! What the hell? You get rejected by one person and then you go all maniac!" John yelled, facing Randy, who was standing far too close for his interest.
"Don't you fucking insist that I'm crazy. Don't you even fucking dare!" Randy warned.
"After seeing what you've done to my car, I believe I have rights to say anything about you! You're lucky I don't call the police on your ass."
"Fine. If that's how it's going to go, I'm going." Randy turned around and muttered under his breath, "And I'm taking you with me."
"What was that?" John retorted.
"Oh . ." Randy spun around and grabbed John by the waist, screaming, "NOW!" Repeatedly.
Soon, there were other hands around him. One's and two's, and three pairs of them. He struggled in their grips and opened his mouth to yell, but a sweaty hand covered his mouth. They were dragging him to another rental car, but John continued to kick and punch at them.
They forced him into the car and as soon as everyone was in, they sped off into the night.
He was in the middle of two people he certainly loathed. Cody Rhodes and Ted Dibiase. He calls them Randy's sidekicks.
John felt his body falling onto Ted's lap, with his feet propped up on Cody's lap. Rope was being tied around his ankles and wrists.
"Randy, people are bound to find out about you. We all have jobs you know, jobs to where if you don't show up, people will notice."
"I don't fucking care about jobs anymore, this is between me and you."
"Have you seriously never been dumped?" John was suddenly noticing how awkward of a situation he was in. "Where the fuck are you even taking me?"
"None of your business." Randy retorted, to both questions.
John looked up into Ted's eyes, as he felt a hand rest on his chest. Keeping his contact, but speaking to Randy, he said, "So . . we're back to first grade, Randal?"
Randy cringed from his full name and John knew it would have that effect on him. He looked through the rear view mirror at Ted and said, "Do something to shut him up Teddy."
Of course, a hand clamped over his lips and he glared daggers at pretty much everyone in the car. Oh, was he pissed, and they certainly knew it. Cody and Ted exchanged glances, before smirking down at him.
He closed his eyes and groaned into the hand. He felt another hand rest on his thigh and he opened his eyes wide, looking now up into Cody's eyes. Was it just him, or was all these men attracted to me?
The car came to a stop in front of a house. John bolted up and looked through the window. "No no, you're not getting out. I'm making a pit stop for a second. Cody, Teddy, watch him."
'Oh great.' He thought sarcastically. As Randy, hurried into the house, the hand fell from his mouth and suddenly another mouth replaced it. He froze and soon panic rose inside of him. John gasped into Ted's mouth, allowing him to cram his tongue into John's cavern.
Cody's hands were rubbing the insides of his thighs and he jerked his head from Ted's grasp. "What the fuck do think you're doing!" John screamed in panic. "Don't fucking touch me!"
"You're so hot though, we can't resist." Cody replied, before seeing Randy leave the house, carrying bags of . . food?'
Ted replaced his hand over John's mouth and he whimpered, not liking this situation at all. Indeed, these three men all wanted him.
Randy entered the car and put the bags on the passengers seat, and turned to ask, "Was he a good boy?"
Ted and Cody nodded and Randy whispered, "Good."
As hours past, or for it seemed like it, he said into Ted's hand, "Can I please talk?"
Ted removed it and he turned to look at Randy in the mirror. "What's with you suddenly taking interest in me? You never liked me before."
"Or so you thought." Randy replied, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Excuse me? Well then how long?"
"Three years." Randy said as if it was nothing.
"Three years?" John repeated. "You should have told me sooner!" Obviously not thinking.
"What, and get rejected there?" He had a point. Either way he would be rejected.
John sighed and then the car came to a stop again. "We're here." Randy said, his mood suddenly changing.
John was yanked out the car and thrown over Randy's shoulder. "Shit." John hissed, in the sudden change at gravity as well. Cody and Ted carried the paper bags inside the abandoned house.
John was carried up the stairs and was thrown on the bed. Randy took of John's shoes and turned on the lamp. He sat next to John's side, and looked into his eyes and they held an intensity, before Randy's lips were colliding with his.
John whimpered into Randy's mouth and gagged as Randy's muscle found it's way through John's lips. What was up with everyone assaulting him today? He felt so nasty, as Randy continued to move on his lips. He was a guy. They were both guys. There not suppose to be doing this!
Even though his hands were tied together, he pushed at Randy's chest and spat, "Don't you ever fucking kiss me again."
"I'll do whatever the hell pleases me, and if I want to kiss you, so be it."
Randy crawled onto John's lap and straddled his thighs. Randy found his way under John's shirt and he rubbed his fingers along the abs, teasing his nipples as well. Goosebumps formed on John's skin and he whispered, "Randy, stop."
"Would you beg me?" Randy whispered, leaning down to bite and nip at John's neck.
"Fuck no. I don't beg for the likes of anyone."