John sighed silently as he packed up for the night. Today on RAW he had another 'rough' encounter with "The Miz", well Mike when it comes to being backstage. Their rivalry has been becoming more intense each night, and in those nights he would get beaten down by the Miz, thus putting more strain on his body. John always had to surpass a laugh though when Mike would come up to him and apologize if he hurt him, John would, of course, just play it off like it was nothing, even though to be truthful it really wasn't, but he didn't want little Mikey to worry. He was a nice kid, very unlike his pompous dicky persona he portrayed.
All thoughts were soon cut short as John heard the door to his locker room open, then gently come to a swift close. A smile graced his lips, he didn't have to turn around to know who had entered his room. "Don't you have a match in a few?" He questioned as the person grew closer.
'The Viper' smirked as he quickly snaked his arms around John's waist.
"Yeah, but I wanted to see how you were holding up," he whispered huskily into his lover's ear.
John's smile grew ten fold as he overlapped his hands over the arms that encircled him. "Ya know nothing can keep the soon will-be-champ-again down." He joked as he began to softly stroke the inked arms around him soothingly.
Randy growled softly, almost inaudibly, against the man's neck.
"I saw the beating you took, you may not feel it now...but you certainly will in the morning," he nipped at John's neck letting him know how annoyed he was with his worry being brushed off so easily.
Just by that small act would cause John to jump slightly and make his heart skip every few beats. Randy sure knew just the right things to do. Hopefully it was just a little love/worry nip though and not a frisky one. Nothing more uncomfortable then going out there with a boner while wearing a cup. Of course John would know. "I'm fine baby. No need to worry about me. Now you need to get ready for your match, it's in a few isn't it?"
Randy sighed as he began to pull away.
"Yeah, starts in about another couple of minutes or so," he said looking at the clock on one of the walls in John's locker room.
John had to resist the urge to chuckle at the almost threatening look Randy was giving the innocent clock. "Its against Phil ain't it?" (CM Punk) John of course knew the answer, but better safe than sorry right?
This actually worried him. He knew Phil didn't mean it but he would get, maybe, a little TOO violent in the ring along with those Nexus kids of his.
Randy nodded his head curtly. Then with a resigned sigh he turned to walk out of the locker room. He stopped just before he got to the door and turned back around to face John. He quickly walked over and kissed John fiercely on the lips, then quickly making his way out of the locker room to wait for his music to start so he could go in the ring for his match.
John stood there for a moment with an utterly cute dazed look. He then shook his head to clear his mind of all thoughts of the occurrence and decided to watch the match on his T.V that he had in his roomy locker room.
In the match the usual happened when anyone would face CM Punk. Randy was winning of course, but because of that fact the Nexus members would come out and make their 'stand'.
John flinched every time Randy's back would meet with the hard surface of the mat. The crowd booed loudly at the Nexus while cheering for Randy to fight back. The words of the people seemed to have encourage him in their eyes as The Viper was set lose. Seeming to use whatever amount of strength he had left he fought back until eventually the nexus scattered free from the ring. Randy's music played and the crowd went wild and John, he just smiled.
As soon as Randy was declared the winner he turned all around the ring to face every one of the audience members to show his arrogant smile to the the WWE nation. As soon as he went back stage again though he had a small scowl on his face.
Phil stopped him about a minute later to apologize if he was TOO rough, as if mocking Mike, which Randy basically dismissed as he would be fine before walking towards the locker room, to the person he really wanted to see, John.
John pushed the small red button of his remote that powered down the T.V. Once Randy left the screen there really was no point in watching anymore. He smirked at the thought of Randy heading his way and actually contemplated playing a small little prank.
He sighed as he decided against it, Randy would most likely use it as a reason to 'punish' him and that man sure knew how to be torturous in the sack, he knew that much.
Randy entered the locker room with a scowl still present on his face, ready to punch the nearest wall to relieve some of his anger. He quickly spotted John an some of the anger immediately dissipated on it's own, without causing more damage to his body.
Once John saw the other man enter his room, with that all to familiar scowl on his face, a confused look arouse. Randy never seemed to get THIS pissed after a match with the Nexus. He wondered what they did to enrage the other in such a way...or just Phil in general. "Baby, what's on your mind?"
"I'm tired of them always giving me a beating THAT bad and then acting as if however bad they did beat me was just for show. I can understand it being 'for show', but they don't actually have to beat me like THAT!" Randy all but screamed as he released some anger that way from the venom in his voice.
John frowned, he also knew how Phil and his gang would get in the ring first hand. They did seem to get...TOO in character, to say the least.
He walked up to Randy until he was right in front of him. Reaching out he wrapped his arms around his fuming lover. "They're probably just passionate about what they do?" Randy looked down at him with doubtful eyes. John was always too nice when it came to others, no matter what they did to him, he always seemed to toss the memory under the bridge and start anew.
Which was the complete opposite of Randy, who was always looking cynically at others, expecting them to try and hurt him some way or another. That's why he developed his 'Viper' attitude, because he had trust issues that only a select few knew about; well that and because the fans loved it.
Randy sighed as he pressed his forehead against John's.
"You're probably right..." he said softly, almost like he was pained to admit those words.
John just chuckled lightly. "Of course I'm right. I'm John friggen Cena for crying out loud." He watched as Randy just rolled his eyes but a smirk of amusement still crossed his lips.
Leaning forward he pressed a soft chaste kiss against Randy's soft plump lips. "How about we go get a few drinks to loosen up then head back to the hotel, k?"
Randy frowned slightly when John pulled away. Taking his chin in one of his hands, he lifted said chin back up into a deeper more sensual kiss, with his free hand behind John's neck to get a better angle for kissing the man.
"That's better," he whispered huskily as he pulled away slightly. "And I think the bar sounds like a good idea," he paused, "unless you have something else in mind that is." He finished saying in his lover's ear, his voice low and deep before he nipped playfully at John's ear.
John couldn't suppress the shiver of delight that ran down his spine. Pulling away from the other by inches a seductive smile now owning his lips. "Hmmm well I like the idea," Pausing for effect he traced his index finger down the middle of the broad chest in front of him. "But I could really go for a drink right now." Pulling fully away he gave the younger man a teasing wink before going to the door of his locker room. "Meet me outside when you're done getting dressed! Love ya!" As quickly as words flew from his mouth he left his room to wait in the parking lot.
Randy growled as John pulled away but then couldn't help but to chuckle as he watched the retreating form of his lover.
He wasted no time dressing into his normal tight-fitted jeans and shirt, that was almost a second skin. He wore shirts that would purposefully show off his muscles and would ripple every time he moved a certain way. He had caught John watching him multiple times when he wore shirts like that, staring longingly at him. It was the only reason he continued to wear the damn things.
Leaning against Randy's blinding red Corvette, John hummed to himself so the seconds would fly by. After moments of independent time he saw a lone figure approach him. A bright white smile adored his features. He opened his mouth to greet his love once again but was cut short once he saw WHAT the man was wearing. Oh god, skin tight clothes...his one weakness.
Randy smirked, his confidence showing once again, as he noticed John's speechlessness.
"So babe," he said putting emphasis on 'babe', "are you ready to go then?" He finished pulling out the keys to his car.
John blinked a couple of times as Randy's words registered into his so called mind. A soft pink tint covered his cheeks as he realized just what he was doing. Pulling his hat down to cover his eyes and darkening cheeks, he nodded. He seriously just wanted to kick his own ass in that moment, Randy's ego must have grown ten fold by now.
Randy's smirk could probably put the Cheshire cat's grin to shame. He got in his car and waited for John to buckle up, he couldn't afford to get in an accident and have something happen to his love. So as soon as he was buckled, Randy was quickly peeling out of the parking lot, yeah he was still like a kid when it came to his car, and headed off towards the bar. He may act like a dumb teenager about the way he drove sometimes but he was always careful, making sure he wasn't an idiot about it. For example, watching to make sure he wouldn't hit anyone or anything and not driving like an idiot when it was raining or snowing like most people liked to do during those dangerous weather changes and road conditions.
Tensing up a bit John gripped at his denim pants. No matter how many times he got
into Randy's car he would tense up at the sudden rush forward. Fast and the Furious much?
Relaxing into the seat a sigh escaped his lips. A hand soon entangled in his own. "Sorry, I know how you feel about me peeling out of driveways." John shook his head but a smile still shown through. "It's fine, it's worth it when I see your face light up like a child seeing so many presents for Christmas." Again with the teasing.
Randy snorted at his comparison but figured he was probably right about his expression so he let it go, only caressing the man's hand idly instead as he drove the speed limit the rest of the way, trying to ease the older man's nerves next to him.
John relaxed back into the seat as the car drove slow enough that he could actually WATCH as the scenery passed by. His thumb caressed the other mans own, an almost thumb war game going on as their thumbs began pushing against each other. At the action John couldn't help but giggle like a little kid. "And I'm the kid here?" Randy joked with that arrogant smirk of his. It seems like whenever John was around that ego of his would always get stroked...along with various other things *cough*
Randy was having similar thoughts as he shifted slightly in his own seat to accommodate a certain sudden bulge in his pants. True he could have just let John's hand go so he could 'rearrange' himself, but fact is, he just didn't want to. He may have been an ego-ridden son-of-a-bitch, but he still had some of the biggest insecurities sometimes. However, he did let go of John's hand as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar. He used both hands to make sure that when he parked he wouldn't hit anyone else's car and possibly wreck his poor baby.
Once parked, John wasted no time hopping out of the car to take a whiff of the night's air. "Ahh nothing like the smell of drunken bastards ta get ya going." A grunt was his only reply to the joke he spent 'gruesome' minutes coming up with. Turning his head slightly he glanced at the younger man from the corner of his eye. The 'problem' was obvious even though the other tried desperately to hide it. There was really nothing John would love more then to just go home and have Randy take him hard and fast like he always did, BUT...it was so much more fun being a tease.
Randy got out of his car and, without a second thought, adjusted himself as best he could in the skin tight jeans he was wearing, a new scowl appearing on his face at John's obvious humor about his 'situation'.
John rolled his eyes at the new scowl that Randy presented. Maneuvering around the car he went to face the other man. Taking his hand in his, he pulled him toward the front entrance of the bar. "Come on Mr. Grumpy pants loosen up!" Randy of course just groaned once more. John rolled his eyes for the second time that night, but soon after an almost devilish smirk appeared. Getting closer to Randy he traced small little patterns against his left muscular peck. "Try and loosen up for me at least will ya? I'll make it worth your wile when he get back to the hotel."
Randy groaned again, but this time for a different reason. John's words and the actions he was doing with his fingers was driving him mad.
"I won't be able to loosen up if you keep that up," Randy whispered huskily into John's ear, jutting his hips forward slightly against the older man's to show him how much he wanted him right now, how much he needed him.
John gasped and shuddered, he himself now having to keep his own mini John from jumping up to greet the fabric of his jeans. Pulling away quickly he opened the door of the bar for the both of them to go through. "Well if that's the case...then I just won't touch you." He didn't hold in this chuckle as he saw how fast Randy's face fell at he words.
Randy looked at John pleadingly. Trying to apologize for something he wasn't entirely sure of himself he was apologizing for. He just knew that he wanted some kind of contact from his lover, even if it didn't have to be sexual.
"Come on baby. I'm sorry. Please!" Were a few of the pleadings he emitted to try to get John to touch him again.
John just shook his head as he dodged Randy's strong arms whenever they tried to make a grab at him. "Nah-ah-ah, ya gotta loosen up first." Damn him for being such a cock-tease. Walking away from the poor distressed man, he strode calmly into the bar to order himself anything that sounded sweet to his taste buds.
Randy whimpered as he followed his boyfriend to the bar.
"Just get me a shot of the strongest stuff you got," he said resignedly.
John hid his mouth in his hand, Randy was just being so amusing today. Randy glared at the snickering hat-wearing man, which caused him to turn his head to hide his obvious smile. Sadly he knew once he got home he was gonna get it...in hopefully the good way. Hmmm looks like a certain blue eyed man was gonna have to do a lot of begging tonight.
Randy already had about 10 different ways to torture John running through his mind. Now he just needed to figure out which form of torture would be best to use this time as he received his drink and downed it in one go. He felt the sweet caress of the burning sensation travel down his throat, it was better to down them in one shot anyway, otherwise you had to deal with the taste as well as the after taste. Neither of which were pleasant, but the drinks did the trick in 'loosening you up'.
John just watched the man next to him in the corner of his eye while he took a few sips of his own drink which was a strawberry daiquiri with vodka. He always did have a taste for more...I guess you can say 'feminine' drinks. Maybe it was the gay in him? Shrugging it off he decided to make conversation. "When we get to the hotel you're not gonna torture me to bad are ya?" Receiving an indirect smirk in return, John's spine tingled. "Come on baby I was just playing." Laughing nervously his sweat began to drop.
"Uh-huh, I'll just bet you were," he laid on the sarcasm thickly. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw John's pleading look he was giving him.
"You'll be saying that later I bet as well," Randy added ignoring the pleading, sorry look he was receiving, instead taking a drink of the beer he had ordered.
John huffed resting just a fist against his cheek. His pouty look always seemed to work on others, or when he flashed his dimpled cheeks! Nothing he did seemed to work on Randy though, he could plead with the man all he wanted but he would never budge. Sometimes John wondered if Vince even gave Randy a roll to play, he just saw his personality and just told him to go out there and wing it! Hell if he did, he did it VERY well.
"I'm loose." The words snapped John out of his daze. "Wha?" He leaned back a bit when he saw that devilish yet sensual smirk on the others face.
"Getting too old to hear anymore?" Randy teased lightly.
"I said, I'm loose." Randy repeated huskily, not missing the look that John gave him for both question and statement.
Johns lips parted to form an O shape as the words finally sunk in. "Well it's so nice here how about m-maybe we could-" His wrist was snatched cutting him off from finishing his sentence. "Randy!" John hollered at the all to amused man. "You're not getting out of this John." John gulped.
Randy raced out to his car to get it out of the parking lot for John to quickly jump in so they could go back to the hotel.