(This scene comes from Closing the Circle. Sheamus goes out to a funeral for his deceased cousin, the leader of the Circle and John and Randy have some fun at Sheamus' home in Ireland.)
Sheamus popped his head in looking. He was slightly dresed up in dark gray trousers, a black dress shirt and one of his flat caps. "Here ya fellas be." He paused in thought. "I need to step out for a bit. Nay sure when I will be back."
"Everything okay, Sir?" Randy asked.
"Aye...ju-just some business I need be tending to."
John looked up, a little concerned but not wanting to pry. "Be safe, Sweets. Let us know when you get back?"
"Aye..." John may have heard a faint sadness from the larger man. "Ye two are welcome...to rest in my room if I return late."
"Okay, Shea." Randy tried to give a smile.
John stood from the couch and walked over to Sheamus, raising his head to give him a soft kiss. "See you soon, Sweets. I hope...everything is okay."
"Aye...just formalities, Angel...I be fine." He returned the light kiss before turning to leave.
Once Sheamus left John moved to sit beside Randy. "Guess it's just me and you, Daddy."
"Looks that way. I wonder what's up...even though I have an inkling." Randy mused.
"Probably meeting with Lady Lilly or possibly his aunt about Dahilia." John guessed as he got comfortable.
"I was thinking his aunt."
"Probably." John agreed. "Poor Sweets. I know all this is hard on him. Even if his cousin was a heartless bitch. A hot bitch but still a royal pain."
"A hot bitch...really?" Randy looked at him, raising a brow.
"Yeah, she wasn't hard on the eyes." John admitted. "But her heart was cold as ice."
"Seems that way...while Shea's is too big at times." Randy said.
"Yeah." The men enjoyed a few movies together. John began to grow drowsy as the evening wore on from just sitting in one spot.
"Want to head up to the room, Baby?" Randy asked.
"Yeah. Master said we could relax in his room." John yawned as he stood to turn off the TV.
"Yeah...wonder if he would mind me using his tub. I do feel better, but have been dying for a warm soak." Randy said.
"I'm sure he won't if he said use his room." John assured him as the two men began their walk upstairs. "Looks like he'll be out awhile. Take your time and enjoy it."
"I guess I just worry of which Shea will be coming back." Randy stated, heading for the bedroom.
"Well, get your bath now and you'll probably beat him home." John said. They opened the door to the bedroom and John flipped on the light. The sheets of the king sized bed were ruffled. "I'll straighten up the room. You go relax, Daddy." John said.
"Okay, Baby." Randy headed for the bathroom before he stripped down. He looked at the large clawfoot tub. "Hmmm old fashioned, but spacious." He went to begin to fill it. John stripped the sheets and made the bed so it would be comfortable, picking up the cane and setting it on the dresser. He then laid on the bed and relaxed as he waited on Randy.
Randy shut the water before carefully stepping in and sliding down into the relaxing water. He relaxed back, resting his arms on the sides of the tub. John closed his eyes, not sleeping but just relaxing. It felt so freeing to be back in a room with Sheamus and to know they never had to worry about the Circle again. Randy slowly began to fall asleep in the relaxing water but then shook himself awake, looking around. He then looked for a cloth to wash, seeing a body puff instead. He tried not to roll his eyes as he went to reach for it.
John drifted into a light sleep while he waited, his arms resting behind his head. Randy finished and looked around. "Damn...Baby?" He called little louder.
John jumped, hearing the sound and moved to the bathroom. "Yeah, Daddy?"
"Can you see where he has towels?"
"Sure." John looked through a few cabinets until he found them, pulling out the biggest one to hand to Randy.
Randy stood up taking it before carefully stepping out. "Thanks. That thing is oddly comfortable...but not the easiest to get out of." He wrapped the towel around his waist before turning to drain the water.
John looked at the tub and shook his head. "Sweets really doesn't care about the finer things does he?"
"He does seem more a utilitarian doesn't he?" Randy stated. "As I said it wasn't bad. Almost wanted to fall asleep...it sort of cradles you."
"Well, let's go relax and wait on Sweets. He's been gone for hours." John turned to go back to bed, wondering how the Irishman could talk so long.
"Sounds good." Randy went to gather his clothing so he didn't leave a mess. He made sure to dry off well before climbing into the bed.
John laid in front of Randy so that they were almost spooning. "Mmm...clean, naked Viper beside me." He joked.
Randy wrapped an arm over John. "Why I have a feeling if you had your way Baby I wouldn't be clean for long."
John chuckled. "Don't tempt me. I left my shorts on for a reason. I don't want to mess up Sweet's bed." He closed his eyes.
Randy gave a faint laugh. "Okay, BB...I guess nap. Shea promised to wake up when he returned. Maybe that is why he said to come here." John mumbled his agreement before drifting off into a light sleep. It was early morning before Sheamus returned home. He had a sway to his step as he went to ascend the stairs, then thought better of it, heading for the sitting room and collapsing on the couch.
John woke and was worried when he realized how dark it was and still no sign of Sheamus. He could not get back to sleep so he carefully pulled away from Randy and walked downstairs to check the time. As he reached the sitting room to look at the large clock he noticed the body on the couch. "Sweets?" He whispered.
Sheamus head rested on the arm of the couch, almost wanting to hang off because of his large frame. His mouth faintly opened, causing a deep, rumbling snore that it was surprising didn't wake John and Randy. His one arm hung down to the floor, the other across his chest. His cap rested on the floor above his head. John fought a smile at the sight and headed back to bed with Randy knowing their lover had made it in alright. He was able to go back to sleep once his mind was at ease.
Randy woke a few hours later, feeling John next to him. He went to lift his head, his brow furrowed not seeing a third body. John stirred when he felt Randy moving. "He got in okay. He's passed out on the couch." He yawned.
"Passed out? Well, as long as you know his is okay." He went to look for the time. "Fuck, my phone is still upstairs."
"It was around four a few hours ago so probably around six or seven." John guessed. "And yeah, Sweets is okay. He was just drunk."
"Oh boy...a drunk Irishman." Randy said, laughing.
John chuckled. He could see the morning sun just beginning to flood the windows. "I have a feeling our Master will have a bit of a hangover headache."
"And I don't know of a good cure do you?"
"Nope just a cup of good old fashioned coffee but it must be early yet." John turned to face Randy. "What do we do now? I'm wide awake."
"No clue."
John sighed, sitting up in the bed. "If we were upstairs I'd try to fool around but I don't want to mess the bed. Guess I'll head to our bathroom and freshen up."
"Why don't you use the one here or are you hinting?" Randy was wondering if he was being dense.
"Because all my shit is upstairs." John told him, standing. "My razor, toothbrush and other stuff."
"Oh...um, yeah sounds good." Randy moved from the bed, moving to fix the blanket.
"But you're already naked so if you decided to make me your prey I wouldn't fight you." John winked as he headed upstairs.
Randy laughed and took off after John. John felt alive and full of energy after going to bed early. He ran to the attic room and looked for fresh clothes for the day. Randy came up the steps after him. "So, you won't fight me hmm?" He smirked.
"Not unless you want me to." John retorted playfully, a twinkle in his eyes. "In which case I could give you a real run for your money, Orton."
"I would say could be fun...but we don't want to make too much noise." He commented.
"Oh, what the hell let's go for it. I could use a good scrapple." John said, missing his wrestling. "Master is two stories away and dead to the world. Don't think he'll hear us anyway."
"You know the drill...we do you take blame." Randy laughed as he went for his grooming bag.
"Sure, sure, it's worth it." John rolled his eyes. He could already feel the adrenaline wanting to flood his body.
"Well strip down, Baby." Randy smirked, pulling out his oil. John moved to slowly lower his shorts, giving Randy a good view as he bent to step out of them. Randy put some oil on his hand and went to slick his cock that was already growing hard at the thought. "Tease." He groaned out.
John winked playfully at the younger man. "Well, if I'm such a cock tease, Orton, why don't you try to do something about it?"
Randy walked over, wrapped his arms around John pressing their bodies together. "Like this?" He leaned in, kissing John hard.
John felt the urge to give in and melt into the kiss as he wanted a struggle to burn off some energy. He broke the kiss and pulled away from his Daddy's embrace, backing up to take a fighting stance. "I'm not some easy slut, Orton!" His words were defiant but there was a playful sparkle in his eyes. "I won't just bend over for you like a little bitch!"
"God damned tease." Randy exclaimed as he made to move to grab a hold of John to take him down.
John avoided Randy and ran to the other side of the bed. He loved these play power struggles. It got him so hot. "Fucking right." He taunted. "Get me if you're man enough." Randy gave a growl as he went to lunge over the bed hoping to knock John back onto the other bed.
John was caught a little off guard and did fall back to land on the second bed. "Sneaky bastard." He growled as he went to try to move.
Randy smirked as he wrestled with John trying to get and keep him pinned to the bed. "Oh, come on Cena...you know you're just begging to get your ass filled."
"Like hell." John spat, but the condition of his cock showed otherwise. He actually tried to get up but Randy was stronger than many gave him credit for and he had the advantage of leverage. "Fuck you." He grunted, his body twisting.
"Actually I was thinking more like fuck you." Randy tried to move his legs so he could push John's apart.
John's chest heaved as he put on a show of trying to get up only to fall back down in defeat. "If you think I'm just going to lay here like a good bitch you have another thing coming. Besides your cock is too fucking big anyway." He tried to keep a straight face.
"Thanks for the ego boost." Randy smirked as he went to grab John's legs to push them back and open. "What, you not man enough to take it?"
John loved a challenge and was grateful for the excuse to give in. "I'm man enough for anything! Fine, give me your best shot." Randy moved to get John in position and just had to pray their little game didn't rub all the oil off. He lined up, taking a hold to guide himself in. John gave a groan as he felt Randy's thickness fill him. He had been in this position countless times but it never got old to him. He was a true bottom who loved being used and taken, so he just milked in the feeling.
It was not as slick as it could have been, but not fully dry either. "Oh fuck." Randy groaned. He paused, putting some spit on his hand to slick what was not pushed in yet. He then continued. "That's it."
John tried to pretend this was his first time having sex with Randy. He had flashbacks of hotel and locker room hookups. "Fuck...you have a nice cock." He moaned as his muscles stretched.
"Your not shabby either." Randy smiled faintly as he took hold of John's cock, giving a faint squeeze as he pulled back some to thrust back in with a moan. "Fucking tight."
John felt heat rush to his cock from even the faint squeeze coupled with Randy pushing into him. "Mmm...may have to change my mind about the bitch comment."
"Fucking right." Randy claimed as he moved again, this time squeezing John's cock a little tighter, knowing his loved the pain.
"Fuck...son of a bitch." John curse, his cock growing hot and needy in Randy's hand. The combination of pain with pleasure was intoxicating. "I love this shit."
"I see." Randy commented as he moved his hand to John's balls, grasping them. "The company boy scout nothing but a pain loving slut." Randy commented as he began to pound into John hard.
Each thrust from the younger man seemed to send fresh waves of pleasure through John's body. The pounding along with the dirty talk and added pressure to his balls was driving him insane. "Y-Yeah..give it to me good...just like that."
Randy took his other hand, giving the swinging cock a firm hit. "Just a dirty bitch aren't you?"
John's eyes wanted to roll back as the pained pleasure was almost too strong. "Fuck!" A part of him wanted to move away from the blow but a bigger part craved more as his hands clutched the bed sheets. "Again please! Hit my cock again!" Clear moisture gathered on the tip of his swollen member.
There was almost a dark glint to Randy's eyes as he released John's balls, but as he pounded inward he slapped downward on John's cock toward his stomach. "Nothing but a fucking pain slut...my pain slut."
"Y-Your pain slut." John agreed, his head spinning as he felt the familiar build up of pressure. "Going to c-cum soon."
"Go ahead and I'll still pound this ass until I am done with it."Randy moaned with another firm slap. "Oh fuck." He cried, feeling John's walls twitching. Randy's words and the slap proved to be John's downfall. His body shook as he came hard with a hoarse cry of release, his abused cock twitching as it erupted.
"Fucking yeah, Bitch." Randy moaned as he pushed past the tightening walls. "Fucking good."
John thought it was extremely sexy that Randy was talking down to him and still fucking him after he came. It was the dominate Viper he had missed in all the drama. He just moaned as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.
It only took Randy a few more moments to feel his own end approaching. He pulled out to jerk himself off on John allowing their cum to mix. "Now you are a filthy bitch." He dryly chuckled.
John looked at Randy in disbelief. "Damn, that was sexy as hell. The Viper makes an appearance."
Randy chuckled but then leaned down to run his tongue over John's stomach, licking up some of their joint release. He then moved higher to kiss John deeply. As he did he worked his tongue into John's mouth, allowing him to get a taste as well.
John moaned softly into the erotic kiss, enjoying the taste until it broke. "Damn, Daddy. You're on fire this morning." Randy just gave a cocky smirk as he slid back off from John.