A/N:Alrighty, here's the one shot. I hope it makes up for my little mind game with y'all.

I own nada...just the plot.

"So, you're still helping me repaint my bedroom on Saturday, right?" Randy asked his best friend, and his secret crush, John, as they made their way to the locker room after an hour of rehearsals in the ring.

"Of course I am." John replied and sighed dramatically, causing Randy to laugh. "Don't be a brat, Johnny. It's gonna be fun I promise."

"Yeah. Being enclosed in a room with paint, paintbrushes, ladders and a sweaty Randy Orton is so much fun. I called off my date with Phil for this."

"I know, and I'll make it worth your while." Randy promised and counted with his fingers. "Pizza, beer, movies after, it's a pretty good deal Johnny."

John nodded and scoffed half jokingly. "I can totally see how that is a good deal. It's world class treatment for the best friend who bails you out of the stickiest situations."

Randy laughed and patted his friend's back and watched him enter his private locker room. He continued down the hallway, a smile on his face and an extra bounce to his walk thinking that Saturday could not come soon enough.

He had seen how close John and his colleague Phil were getting and it burned him to the core. He hated the time those two spent together, or how happy John seemed when he was with Phil. He wanted his friend's happiness because no one deserved that more than John did, but not with Phil, or anyone else that did not bear the initials RKO..

He reached his locker room and entered, pushing the door shut, anticipating the day after the next.

Saturday

The painting progressed, both guys wearing old jeans and vests as they made idle chatter and sipped on their beer cans. John's jeans had been provided by Randy and him being a little fuller around the hips their owner, the pants hugged his behind tightly, as well as the front.

"Gee Randy, do these pants fit you at all? My butt is about to pop out of them." John complained looking down at himself and Randy laughed, smacking his butt playfully. "What can I say, Johnny? You wer abundantly blessed with an ample lower half."

John laughed and winked at Randy, shaking his butt provocatively. Randy laughed back and both men went back to their work, the banter continuing, beer cans getting empty with each passing hour.

"I'm starving, Johnny. Let's eat." Randy grumbled as he put his brush down and heated the large pepperoni pizza he had ordered earlier and grabbed another six pack and the men sat down on the bedroom floor to eat and relax for a bit.

"So," Randy started. "How's your love interest, Phil? Does he plan on coming to the boss's party next Saturday?"

John laughed and turned to Randy with a mouth full of pizza. "First, he's not my love interest, he's just a friend and he has phobia of drunk rowdy people so no, I think not. Why?"

"No reason. I just wanted to be sure you'll be safe with a sober designated driver. I guess you'll have to hire a cab then." Randy replied and John looked at eyes held and they could both feel the current going through them. Randy coughed to clear his throat and got up, feeling a little light headed due to the beer he had already consumed.

"Back to work, lazy ass." He said to ease the tension and stretched his hand to John who smiled and took it, and was helped up. He smacked Randy's ass.

"I'm not lazy, dickhead, and I'm not an ass either." John scolded and continued painting the wall. Randy smiled and mumbled something under his breath and John looked at him. "Sorry, what did you say?"

Randy just stuck his tongue out and went up the ladder, carrying a can of white paint and started painting the ceiling. John smeared paint on Randy's forearm, then jumped back before he could get caught.

"Oh no, you just didn't paint my cherished tats!" Randy said, feigning shock and John retorted with an attitude as he broke into a smile that deepened his dimples. "Oh yes I just did!"

"Oh, you'll pay for it, Johnny." Randy replied as he dipped his brush in paint and jumped down the ladder, going for John. John tried to run but he found himself cornered and was being painted all over.

He managed to duck and dip his own brush in paint and smear it all over Randy's vest and soon enough it was a battle of who got who. The men laughed and jumped and ran around, sliding on the covered floor.

Randy took advantage of John's tripping and straddled his thighs and proceeded to smear paint all over his clothed groin. John screamed, laughing and thrashing around, pushing at Randy's chest as he tried to push him away. He grabbed a nearby roller and rolled on Randy's covered crotch and soon enough,they were both wet with paint.

They had no idea how their playing around turned sexual but Randy's mouth was on John and he was grinding on him like he was trying to flatten a stubborn raised surface.

They did not have time to think about what they were doing as the ripped each others clothes apart and began exploring each others bodies. Randy knelt in a sixty nine above John and took John's hard cock into his mouth and sucked on it as he blindly guided his own cock into John's eager mouth.

They bucked and thrust into each others mouth as they milked the precum off each other, alcohol lowering their rational thinking.

"Johnny, I want you." Randy panted as he pulled out of John's mouth and turned to him, claiming his lips as he rubbed their erect cocks together, eliciting soft moans from them both. "I want you too, Ran. You got lube?"

"In the bathroom. I'll get it." Randy said hastily and made to leave but John held him. "No, I need you right now. Take me dry."

Randy kissed him again and turned him over on his stomach, pushed his knees forward towards his chest then lay on the floor and buried his face in John's ass.

"Ahh!" John breathed and ground his ass on Randy's face. Randy spit on him and pushed the spit inside his hole with his tongue, swirling it around the walls of the heat emitting entrance. "Fuck yeah! Oh shit! Fuck me Randy, now please."

Randy ceased his ministrations and smeared more saliva on his cock and pushed inside John's tight hole. He stilled briefly to allow John to get used to the intrusion. "You good?"

John nodded and ordered him to move which Randy wasted no time doing. He went right ahead and thrust firmly, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. "Holy fuck Johnny, you haven't disappointed!"

"How so?" John breathed out and Randy quickly replied. "I always wondered how it would be to be inside you and damn, it feels awesome. You're so tight!"

John smiled and clenched his ass and Randy emitted a low intense groan. Both men were a mess of nerves as they fucked, moaning and groaning loudly as they brought each other intense pleasure.

"Fuck, Johnny! I feel so good!" Randy breathed as his movements became more erratic. "I'm gonna cum soon and I'm gonna cum inside your sexy ass."

"I want you to cum inside." John replied panting. Randy turned him on his back and lifted his ass and pushed back in. He hit John's pleasure knob and John cried out. "Ohh,god! Fuck yeah! Fuck me harder, Randy!"

Randy slammed his meat in and out, his loud moans mixing with John's equally loud ones. John took hold of his cock and began pumping it erratically. "I'm so close, Randy. Faster, fuck me faster!"

Randy increased his pace and his hips hit on John's ass in loud slaps as he closed his eyes,his face contorted in the pleasure he was feeling. "Ohh god Johnny! I'm cumming baby!"

Randy spilled inside John panting heavily and John stiffened and clenched his ass gripping Randy tighter who released a wanton moan as John's ass milked him of the reluctant last drops.

"Aahhh!" John moaned and Randy quickly set his mouth, as John's seed shot up inside in spurts. When John had finished, Randy put his cock in his mouth and sucked him, using the cum as the saliva and John released animal groans as his overly sensitized cock was caressed by Randy's mouth.

They dressed back into the paint filled pants and looked at each other and suddenly, realization came crashing down on them like a ton of bricks. John took his brush and immersed himself into the work before him.

"Johnny," Randy called but John shook his head. "Let's just finish painting."

Randy nodded and took his own brush. The tension was so thick they could not even look at each other. When they finished, John showered and dressed as quickly as he could.

"Johnny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean...I wasn't..please don't be angry. We can talk about it." Randy stammered, standing at door of the bathroom.

John emerged from the curtain and looked at Randy's reflection in the mirror and shook his head. "I'm not angry at you, Randy. It was good, awesome in fact. I'm just embarrassed and a little guilty because you're my best friend and now I don't know how I'll look at you the same way again."

"Yeah, it was amazing but nothing has to change, Johnny." Randy said and stepped inside the bathroom. "We can forget it ever happened and move on."

John took one step closer to Randy and looked intently into his eyes. "Maybe I don't wanna forget it."

With that, he walked to the door and out of Randy's home. He did not hear Randy thank him for helping with the painting, neither did he see how Randy licked his lips as he savored his best friend's lingering taste.

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