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November 24, 2013
John entered his locker room with a smirk of satisfaction playing on his face, his boyish dimples on full display. Everything had gone according to plan from his retaining of the World Heavyweight title to the finish of the show. The look on Randy Orton's face when John came out to steal the Viper's glory after his WWE title win had been priceless. John had pointed at his t-shirt as he gave Randy a challenging smirk, the print on his shirt saying it all, EVEN STRONGER. He wiped his face off with a towel, debating a shower as his body was covered with ring dust and sweat. He was supposed to go out with some of the guys for a celebratory drink. Mike and Kofi were waiting on him.
The Viper stormed his way through the back. After the show ended Hunter, Stephanie, & Kane walked to the back leaving a fuming Viper in the ring with no explanation. He couldn't believe the nerve of John strolling out to the ring like he was the King of the mountain. He was the champion over on Smackdown, the B Show, the filler brand. Everyone stayed clear of him as he headed down the hall towards his locker room. He was about to go in when he stopped & looked to the left seeing John's private room. He stormed over shoving the door so hard it bounced off the wall behind it as he walked in the room catching the door as it came back & slammed it behind him. His jaw was set firm & his steel like eyes burning with rage.
John turned around to look behind him at Randy, hearing the door slam. The sight of the angry wrestler amused him more than anything. "What is it, Randy?" He asked, his blue eyes filled with mischief. "Want to go out with me and the guys to celebrate my win?"
"What was that shit out there John?!" Randy snapped, one could almost picture the venom dripping from his mouth. "You think you can just stroll out there and take MY TIME! Why the fuck would I be around whatever group of sycophants that wish to hang off you tonight?"
"Group of what?" John asked, confused. "I was just talking about Mike and Kofi."
Randy actually gave a mix of a scoff & a laugh at John's ignorance. "Oh yeah your collage education did you wonders Cena."
John just smirked at Randy, trying not to show his annoyance. "At least I don't have to cheat to retain my title. I take on Del Rio with a bum elbow and you run from Show like a little whipped pussy."
"That's not cheating...I didn't break any rules. As for your...'bum' elbow we all heard the trainer tell you it was sound. So don't give me the bull shit of how you had the odds stacked against you." Randy walked closer to John. "I had the odds stacked & I was just picking my spot. So don't even try the woe is me underdog shit."
John looked up at Randy, his normally twinkling blue eyes narrowing. "You have no idea the pain I have been in so you can go fuck yourself. As for having the odds stacked against you...it's hard to lose when you're on your knees with Hunter's dick shoved down your throat isn't it, Randy?"
Randy scoffed. "I am sure you know quite a bit about that...I know you have had your share of cocks John." Randy smirked. "Including mine." The smirked vanished. "And how do you NOT call Big Show a big odd against someone. One good hit can lay anyone out...including your ass."
"True but you never would have won if Hunter and Stephanie hadn't come out to save your ass." John turned from Randy and walked to grab his duffle bag for the shower, pleased with himself. "As for having your cock I had forgotten all about that." He threw the comment over his shoulder. "Sorry...guess it wasn't very memorable."
"Maybe I should give you a refresher lesson then Cena." Randy sneered as he closed more of the space between them.
"Don't think so." John quipped as he opened his duffle to remove clean socks, boxers, jeans, a belt, and a clean shirt for his night on the town. "I don't fuck cheaters...Only winners are allowed in this ass."
"Oh so that mean you bend over for any mid card face there is that asks..." Randy smirked. "So that's your real plans for tonight then...handicap match of you verses Miz & Kofi...see who taps your ass better?"
John's teasing tone vanished at Randy's last words. He spun around to face the younger man holding his change of clothes with fire and his eyes. "I am NOT a slut!" John pointed at the door. "I don't have time for this! I have to change and shower! Now get the hell out!"
"Yeah keep trying to tell yourself that Cena..." Randy smirk grew. "As for me getting out why don't you try to make me."
"I said Get The Hell Out!" John tossed his clothes aside and took his leather belt, hitting Randy with it across the chest, not hard enough to cause damage but definitely to sting a little. "Don't make me kick your ass, Man!"
Randy looked down at the spot where John just tried to strike him. He rubbed it lightly. "Awe did I strike a nerve wif the wittle champ." Randy started to mock John. "Is the champ scared of the Viper?"
John's face turned red with outrage. He wanted to wipe the smug look off Randy's face. "I'll show you scared." He hissed, striking Randy again only much harder this time, the leather making a cracking sound as it hit his skin.
Randy gave a hiss from the impact; a red welt marred his flesh. "I'm still not leaving." Randy told him defiantly. "Not till I get want I'm after."
"Fine stay here all night for all I care." John turned to gather his discarded clothes. "I'm changing and getting the hell out of here. Go let Hunter fuck you. He's probably waiting."
"Shut the fuck up!" Randy snapped as he reached for John. "How dare you try to disregard me." Grabbing John's arm he attempted to spin him back towards him. "Your fan club can fucking wait!"
John turned, pissed Randy had grabbed for him. "Touch me again, Orton." He fumed, unable to do much with an arm full of clothes.
"Touch you again & you'll what Cena?!" Randy grave John a firm shove.
John threw his clothes to the ground and advanced on Randy. "You asked for it." He said moments before tackling the Viper to the ground. Randy's back tried to arch from the impact with the cold cement floor. He then tried to grab a hold of John & work his way from under John. A groan like sound came from him that it was hard to tell if it was pain or something else.
"What's the matter, Orton?" John felt smug and powerful as he looked down at the struggling Randy. "Just like in the ring you talk a big game but can't back it up." Randy went still, closing his eyes as if almost debating defeat. The moment John seemed to of maybe letting up Randy somehow maneuvered himself from under John & hooking one of his arms over his head.
"You don't know shit about me Cena." Randy almost hissed in John's ear as he was now almost on top of John's back. He moved the arm to put more pressure the same time using the hand to squeeze John's shoulder. John could feel Randy's manhood pressing against him and his body couldn't help responding a little as memories were brought back. His face flushed and his breath came in short pants. John was still pissed as hell but now a little lust was present as well.
"Oh yeah? W-Why don't you try to show me whose boss then?" John struggled but his heart wasn't in it, his heating body starting to win over. "Show me why I can't forget the Viper."
Randy smirked as he kept John's one arm trapped above him. "Knew you would be asking in Time Cena." He took his other hand to rub John's ass/hip. "No matter how much you think you loath me...you keep lusting for me as well." A small groan escaped John's mouth before he could stop it. He had lied when he had told Randy he had not remembered their sexy times in the past. He could remember his rival's impressive cock more than he cared to admit.
"W-Well then show me what you've got if you think you're so tough."
"Say it Cena...you want me...no matter how fucking much you think you hate me...you want me." He took the hand from John's hip & wrapped it around John's body to pulling him even tighter against him body, his hardened cock pressing against John's ass. His palm pressing right near John's own manhood. John shuddered, the aching in his body overriding his pride.
"O-Okay...Maybe I do want you." John pumped his hips, silently begging for Randy to touch his plumping cock. "Make it good, Orton."
"You have anything I can use Cena...or should I just rip you in half?" Randy asked as he took his hand to open John's cargo shorts. John was having trouble thinking at the moment in his heated state.
"Think I have some lotion or conditioner in my gym bag." He almost moaned; sweat already rolling from his face from the tension.
Randy cautiously released John. "Get your ass bend over that couch." Randy smacked John's ass before he moved to the bag of John's toiletries. He knew it would feel so good to fuck John again. It had been a couple of years since the two tangled. His current situation he craved & needed that feeling of control.
John stood to his feet on wobbly legs as he moved toward the couch. He was now free to go but a part of him relished the rough pleasure the Viper offered him. Randy was right about one thing. He was constantly surrounded by eager rookies willing to kiss his ass to get ahead. It felt good to have someone take that control from him at times. John reached the couch and bent over on it, keeping his hands planted on the seat as he waited with bated breath. Randy grabbed a bottle of lotion walking back over a low groan seeing John looking so eager for him. He walked behind John, setting the bottle down he reached around John to finish opening his shorts & pulled them down along with John's boxers. He smacked John's ass hard before he went to lower his trunks.
John jumped, unprepared for the surprise smack to his ass. "Hey, watch the goods." He grumbled although his cock was standing at full attention with his need to be filled.
"Oh shut up you know you like a little pain...that's what made our 'I quits' great." Randy tried not to wince as he lowered his trunks, faint discoloration evident on his own ass. He reached for the lotion & started to apply some to his cock. He gave a faint shutter at how cold it was.
"Just shut up and fuck me." John almost whined as he was growing impatient. "I need to feel you now!"
Randy moved closer to John lining his cock up. "I nearly forgot how impatient of a fucker you can be." He then pushed in his cock breaching John's hole. He groaned at the feeling of John's ass slowly opening for his cock. John moaned as he felt Randy push into him.
"I f-forgot how big you are." He panted, his muscles wanting to tense from the intrusion. "Haven't bottomed for a while."
"Feels good though don't it Cena...get you nice & stretched." Randy didn't believe John's comment of not being a bottom for a while, but who was he to dispute that fact. Once he was balls deep he pulled back only to slam back in faster & harder. John refused to tell Randy how good it felt but his loud moans gave it away.
"F-Fuck!" He cried out, driving back, trying to bury the Viper's big cock in deeper.
"Oh fuck!" Randy cried out as he felt John drive himself deeper. "That's a good boy." Randy almost mocked. "Just loving the feel of my cock filling that ass." He moved to drill John again.
John could not think of a witty comeback at this point as he was sweating, shaking and moaning from the sensations Randy Orton was bringing to his craving body. On one particularly hard thrust on the Viper's part, Randy's cock brushed over John's sweet spot, causing the older man to swear in bliss. "Oh, damn! Right there! Don't stop!" Randy didn't know why but he felt inclined to oblige John's desire filled cries & continued at the same angle but faster & harder to pound John's sweet spot as he began moaning himself at how John's ass was twitching around his cock.
"Oh yes, fuck me!" John screamed out into the locker room. Every hard movement of Randy's hips brought him new enjoyment. His cock was weeping with pre-cum and he could feel the heat building. "Going to cum so fucking hard soon!"
"That good hmm...fuck you so nice I'm gonna make you blow without even touching your cock." Randy held an unseen smug look on his face as he continued to pound the older man, not admitting he was close himself. John felt his balls tighten from Randy's words and treatment of his body. He trembled and reached his peak with a loud groan, his cock emptying itself on the couch he was holding on to. "FUCK!"
"OH DAMN!" Randy cried out himself as he came shortly after John feeling how tight he was. Randy originally was planning on pulling out & shooting over John's back, but his body didn't give him time to carry out his plan. He pulled out & just admired John's ass as he worked to fix his trunks. "Guess I'll get me answer another time...I got to run." Randy headed for the door. "Hope you have a fun night with your ass full." Randy left the room the door swinging shut behind him.
John couldn't explain why but he felt a little annoyed and hurt that Randy had just fucked him and ran off like he was a paid hooker. "You're a bastard Randy Orton." He growled as he stood and headed for the shower to wash off. He was never letting the Viper near his ass again. The cold-hearted prick had no feelings at all. "You could have at least said thank you." John sighed and hoped it was not too late to catch up to his buddies. He could use a cold drink.