"You're going out again?" Randy's mother asks from the kitchen table, book open as she reads her latest romance novel.

"Yeah. Turns out John and I got along better than I ever thought we would," he tells her.

"And you're not bringing the rum this time?"

Shit. Randy can feel his face starting to flush at being caught like that. "I'm sorry?" he says.

"I shouldn't even let you go out to meet John."

"What?!"

"But I'm not going to. This time. However, if I see that bottle is any lower, your vacation is over."

Randy lowers his eyes to the ground. "Yes, ma'am."

"Now go on. I'm sure John's waiting already."

Giving her one last slightly ashamed smile, he leaves. And finds that John is, indeed, already waiting for him. "Hey," he greets.

"Hey." They start walking along the sand, a few feet from the edge of the water.

"So, my mom found out about the rum."

"We did go through a lot of it."

"I know, I know… She let me go this time, but said if I did it again my vacation would be over… so, no more liquor."

"Good thing we already agreed to never drink again."

They walk in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company and the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach. They find the little dune where they had their first kiss, but move on. John doesn't want to sit on his sick from the night before.

"What are we doing tonight?" John asks him when they finally find a spot to sit down.

"I have no idea what I'm doing at all, tonight, or otherwise." He lies back on the sand and turns his head to face John. "Look, I may have wanted to find a pretty girl to hook up with while I was here, but now…" he sighs, "now all I can think about is you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Same." He licks his lips, then asks, "Now, what you said earlier about wanting to come in me…"

"I meant it. We don't have to, not at all, not if you don't want to," Randy tells him, because the last thing he wants is to force John into something he's not comfortable with. "But I'm just really attracted to you and last night when we were kissing, all I could think about was getting you naked. I mean… you could come in me, if you want."

A look of shock crosses John's face. Randy keeps saying all these things that he's not expecting and while his brain is still processing things, his cock is already responding. "I don't think I'm really ready for that just yet," he confesses. "But I think I want to eventually. But right now? I really want to kiss you again." He rolls over and straddles Randy's legs, planting his hands on either side of Randy's head. Then he leans down and presses his lips to Randy's.

Randy's hands move to rest just above John's hips as their kiss deepens. He can feel the sand scratching at the back of his head, working its way into his shirt and pants and he really doesn't care because John's tongue is brushing against his own and their groins are pressed against one another's. It feels amazing.

"John."

"What?" John asks, leaning back down to try and keep kissing Randy.

"Remember how you said you didn't wanna come in your pants again?" John nods, then presses another kiss to Randy's jaw. "That might become an issue in the next couple minutes if you keep rubbing your dick on me."

John looks down to where their hips are meeting and sees that Randy really is just as hard as he is. "Take your pants off."

"I'm gonna end up with sand everywhere."

"Well, either we're both coming in our pants again, or you end up with a little sand up your ass."

"Are you taking yours off, too?"

"Yeah," John answers.

It dawns on Randy that if they're both taking their pants off, then John's cock will rub against his with nothing in between, no layers of fabric will separate them anymore. He takes his pants off. John gets off Randy's hips for a brief moment so he can remove his, as well. They're tossed to the side. Then, John straddles Randy again and their cocks rub against each other's as John leans in for another kiss. It's electrifying.

Randy's hands slide down, grabbing onto John's ass. John moans into his mouth as he squeezes just a little. John purposefully bucks his hips, grinding their cocks together over and over. They both come within seconds of the other, coating one another with their cum.

John sits up and looks down at a very flushed Randy. He rubs a hand over Randy's cheek. "I like seeing you like this." The moon is nearly full, casting plenty of light down on them to see each other clearly, and John can see the redness in Randy's cheeks, can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, can even see the spattering of drying cum on his abdomen.

Randy reaches his own hand up and cups John's cheek. "Same." They slip back into their pants, and Randy can feel the grains of sand scratching him in all the wrong places. But it was worth it. "Next time we come out here at night, we're bringing a towel." They always bring one in the day when they go into the ocean, but on their night walks, they usually just sit in the sand and chat.

"So, you're planning on something like this happening again?"

"As many times as possible from here on out." He bumps John's arm with his shoulder, grinning at him. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"You just did." At Randy's pseudo annoyed look, he says, "You've seen my dick, I'm pretty sure nothing is sacred anymore. Shoot."

"Have you ever been with a girl before?"

"Well, we already determined we both madeout with Cin—"

"No, I mean done stuff like we just did… have you slept with a girl before?"

John shakes his head. "No. The girl I dated last year, Lizzie, I touched her titties, but that was as far as it ever got before I found out Jeremy the football captain was givin' it to her. Apparently he likes to fuck his way through the cheerleaders each season."

"That's shitty," Randy says. He'll have to tell Roman about that, because he's had his eyes on one of the cheerleaders in their grade.

"How about you?"

"Huh?"

"You fucked a girl?" John asks.

"Oh. I guess since you were honest… no. The guys think I have, though. Last year when we came here I met a girl… I told the guys I slept with her and technically, I did. We fell asleep on her parents' couch together. Really, though, all we did was kiss and she gave me a hand job."

"And you really want to with me?" John goes onto ask.

Randy nods. "I do. I know if you told me a week ago I'd not only become friends with John Cena, but that I'd want to put my dick anywhere near him, I'd knock you out… but they would have been right. I really have gotten to like you. A lot. And I told you you're attractive. Plus, you didn't kick me away when I first said I wanted to kiss you, or when I confessed everything to you while sober. I get on better with you than any girl I've ever tried to pursue. I think I'd like to give my virginity to you."

"You know there's no going back if we do that, right?" John lets his fingers play across the top of Randy's hand. "I don't want to be something you regret. I don't want you to meet the woman who becomes your wife and wish that you'd saved yourself for her, that you wish you'd never done that with me."

"Would I be something you regret?" Randy asks, because John sounds so unsure. "We don't have to have sex if it's not what you want. If you're really worried about saving yourself for marriage, or the right girl, then we won't. I won't regret you, I know that, but if you're going to regret sleeping with me? I won't push it. I just know that… that if it's not you I lose it to, it's going to be to someone that means a whole lot less to me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've never been the type to say I'm waiting. I just haven't found the right girl to give it up to me, yet."

"Me, either. Shit, if I didn't find out about Lizzie fucking the football captain, I'd still be with her. And considering how easy she gave it up to ol' Jeremy, I'm pretty sure I'd have gotten some by now."

"Why'd you dump her, then?"

"Because she was fucking him while we were going out, telling me that she wanted to wait til the time was right for us before we took our relationship further. It wasn't a one time thing, either. So, I broke up with her for lying to my face over and over. Getting some pussy isn't as important as trust."

"Oh, and he has morals, too," Randy teases. He then adds, "You know that you can trust me, right?"

John nods. Yes, he knows. It's only been five days since they started really talking and getting to know each other, but he likes Randy more than some of his own friends from school. The guy is honest, brutally so, and never holds back his opinions. And they're two boys who are grabbing each other's dicks to get one another off; if either of them tell, or let it slip to the wrong person, they could both be dead. He has to trust Randy. And he knows that he can. "I won't regret it."

It's four days later when Randy gets the whole beach house to himself. His mother has taken Becky and Nate out shopping for the day, while his dad is out on some deep sea fishing trip. Randy told John the night before to come over to the house in the morning so they could spend the day together.

When Randy hears knocking on the door, he gets up and heads over, smiling when he sees John. "Hey," he greets.

"Hey."

Randy closes the door, locking it behind John. Then he presses John up against it as he kisses him, hot and deep. "Holy shit, it feels good to do that." He runs his hand down John's cheek and his eyes soften as he meets John's own blue eyes. "And now I can really see your face."

"I like that, too," John says. The night before, he took Randy's cock into his mouth for the first time, and while there was still a decent amount of moonlight, he still couldn't see Randy properly. "Now, are you just gonna keep me against the door all day, or are you gonna take me to your room?"

Randy grins. "Oh, I'll take you to my room alright." He grabs John's hand and pulls him behind him to the room. "I share with my brother."

"And I share with two of mine, so I appreciate all the privacy I can get," John says, this time he's the one initiating the kiss. He wraps his arms around Randy's waist and pulls him in close. Randy walks forward, walking the pair of them to his bed. When John's legs hit the edge, they break the kiss. "What are we doing?" John whispers.

"I have some ideas," he says with a smirk, leaning in to quickly peck John's lips. "But if you don't want to go that far, we don't have to." He wants to, really, really wants to, and he has no idea when he and John will have this kind of opportunity again, but if John doesn't want to, he's not going to press the matter.

"I want to."

It hits Randy that neither of them really have any idea what they're doing, but he's determined to figure it out. They kiss some more as they slowly strip one another out of their clothing. Once John is fully nude, Randy takes a step back to appreciate the other teen's physique, even though he's seen him shirtless everyday for the past week straight. He can see that John is doing the same, running his eyes all over his naked body. He then steps back in and gently pushes John down onto the bed. They both scoot upwards until John's head is resting on the pillow, his legs open to allow Randy to crawl in between them. Randy kisses John's cheek, then down his jaw and throat and over his chest.

"I wish I knew what I was doing here," Randy says against John's skin.

"We're both gonna figure this out as we go, I guess."

Randy moves back up John's body and smiles down at him. "Yeah, I guess so." He places more kisses down John's neck and then over his chest again. Then he starts moving his head lower over his belly, and he's fascinated when he sees the twitch of muscles under his lips. He leans up and runs a finger down John's stomach and watches as John's muscles continue to contract under his touch. "You like that?"

John nods. Randy's touch feels so good against his skin. He never thought another boy could touch him so gently, especially one as gruff as Randy. "You've got really nice hands."

Chuckling, Randy moves his hands even lower, his right hand running up John's hard cock. It's not the first time he's touched John like this, but now he really gets to watch him and see everything, all the little details he's missed having do to this out under the moonlight. God, John really is attractive. He never noticed it before, even though they've been in school together for the past three years. He rubs his hand up and down, thumb brushing over the tip. He sees John's legs open wider for him. "You really do want this, don't you?"

"I told you I did. I am nervous, though," he says, voice low.

"I know. I am, too. But we trust each other, right?" He sees John nodding his head. "We'll figure it out." He then licks over the head of John's cock, grinning when John's hips buck up off the bed. He continues to lick and tease, enjoying how John is writhing beneath him. And when he takes John's cock into his mouth, and those hips buck up again, he finds himself enjoying the whole experience even more.

And then he pulls off, causing John to whine. "Why'd you stop?"

"Because I want to be in you when you come."

"Oh." Randy's words send a little shiver up John's spine. Those words are promises of things to come. "Wait, where are you going?" John asks when Randy gets up off the bed.

Randy is rummaging through his suitcase, pulling out a bottle of lotion. "My mom had me pack this incase I got sun burned. But, uh, the real reason I have it is to help out my right hand late at night. I was thinking it might make things easier…"

John nods. He thinks of his dry hand stroking himself, then thinks of how often he's used some lotion to help himself along. Then he thinks of Randy's cock pushing into him without the use of anything to slick him up. That sends the wrong kind of shivers up John's spine. Just looking at Randy's hard cock makes him nervous again. He doesn't know how it will fit inside him.

Returning to the bed, Randy opens the bottle and pours some out onto his hand, working it into his palm and over his fingers. Kneeling between John's legs, he uses on hand to hold onto John's knee as his right hand searches out John's hole. Slowly, he pushes one finger inside. He can hear the sharp intake of breath as his finger penetrates John, so he looks up and asks, "How's this?"

"Strange," John says. "Not bad, it's just, ya know, I'm not used to having something up there."

They both chuckle a little at that, because Randy can understand that. And he's sure he's going to experience it sooner or later. He runs his left hand up and down John's thigh as he pushes a second finger inside. Again, he asks, "How're you doing?"

"Ok. I can really feel you stretching me out, though. I don't know how you're gonna fit," he says, finally voicing his concern.

"Just let me take care of you," Randy says. He figures as long as he keeps doing this, pulling and pushing his fingers in and out, John will relax around him. He keeps it up for a while, twisting his two fingers around until John gives him the go-ahead for more.

"I want you," John tells him. He's had enough of the teasing, of feeling Randy's fingers in him. He wants to feel Randy's cock moving in and out of him.

"Ok," Randy says, pulling out his fingers. He opens the lotion again and slathers some onto his cock. He walks forward on his knees, lining himself up. He takes a deep breath before he begins to push inside. He can feel the still tight ring muscles as he pushes through. It's better than anything he ever imagined. "Holy shit, John. You feel incredible," he tells him. He runs his hands up John's thighs and over his stomach as he continues to push in deeper. When he's fully inside, he leans forward so his head is right over John's. "So incredible." He kisses John's lips briefly before lifting back up. "How do you feel?"

"It stings," he admits. "But I feel so full of you."

"Yeah?" Randy asks, drawing his hips back slightly.

"Yeah." John lifts his hips up as Randy pushes back into him, and he groans as he can feel Randy moving inside him. He can feel him pulling out and pushing in and the more he does it, the more the pain fades away and pleasure takes over. His cock had softened when Randy first filled him, but he can feel it stirring back to life, and he decides to help it along. He lowers his left hand and grips his cock, starting to stroke it back to full hardness.

As John relaxes below him, Randy starts to move his hips at a faster pace, loving the tight heat of John's ass as he pushes in deeper, and the tight drag of muscles when he pulls back. The only feeling that could rival this one is when John's wet mouth was sucking him the night before.

They finally really start to move together as John looses up, his hips moving in time with Randy's. Randy hates knowing that it's all going to be over very soon. "I won't be able to last much longer."

John meets Randy's eyes, lifting a hand up to run through the short brown hair. He pulls his head down and just before he kisses him says, "You did just say the other day you wanted to come in me."

That's all it takes. Those words, then John's lips coming into contact with his own. He's on sensory overload, and he can't hold back any longer. His hips buck, sending him even deeper into John, his muscles twitching and contracting as he spills inside John. Still breathing heavily, he pulls out and watches as some of his cum trickles out behind him as John's hole tightens back up. "Holy shit," he breathes out.

John is close, too. He's still stroking himself, and having felt Randy come in him brought him even closer. But it's when Randy leans his head down and licks at his hole that his body then contracts and his hips buck up, coming all over his stomach. "Jesus Christ, Randy, what the hell was that?" he asks, panting heavily.

"I wanted to taste you. And me. Us."

"Shit. We should probably clean up," John says. His cum is starting to dry on him and he feels sticky.

"Probably," Randy agrees, though he doesn't make any attempt to move. "Did you… did you enjoy it?" he asks.

"Yeah. I did." John rolls onto his side and places his hand on Randy's chest. "I couldn't imagine doing that with anyone else."

"I can't believe I just slept with you," Randy says, grinning. "I thought I hated you."

"What a difference a week makes, right?"

Randy nods, then the grin is gone from his face. "There's only a few days left of vacation. What's gonna happen once we're back at school?"

"What do you mean?" John asks.

"Well, I mean, we can't just start hanging out, can we?" Randy asks.

"Oh. I guess… probably not." They both have their circle of friends, and they don't mix. The only overlap they have is Roman, and John only sees him during football practice. "So, what about this, then?"

"I dunno. I mean, it's not like we really see each other at school."

"So, it's just a summer fling?"

Randy shrugs, finally getting off the bed. "I don't know how we could keep it up, anyway. We're two boys, it's not like we can go steady."

"Yeah. True." John said he wouldn't regret having sex with Randy, but the thought of having a one night stand with him and never touching him again makes him second guess himself. He gets out of bed, too, joining Randy as they walk to the bathroom.

"We still have a few days left of vacation, though, right? And you said you wanted to fuck me at some point, right? We won't let these next few days go to waste."

"So I get to have you for a couple more days, then we're done?"

"I guess," Randy says, not looking at John, because he already knows that he's going to miss him when it's over.

They make the most of their last few days together. They don't have either house to themselves again, but they grab towels and the lotion and head down the beach each night and screw in the sand.

Their kisses are filled with want and longing, even though they haven't lost each other yet. They hold onto each other tight, never wanting to let go. When John comes inside Randy the first time, he wants to stay in there forever. And the second time. And the third time. It's the same for Randy. He wants to stay in John, wants time to freeze, because each second that ticks by means they're one second closer to never doing this again. And that tears him up more than he thought it would.

Their last night together is hard for both of them. After this, they're going back to their normal lives, going back to their own friends, going back to not acknowledging the other even exists.

Their last night together, they go slow. Randy slowly thrusts in and out, kissing John's lips, cheeks, chin, neck the entire time. John's legs are wrapped around Randy's hips, arms draped over Randy's shoulders. Both want this to last, want to feel each other as much as possible.

Neither one thought they'd start having any kinds of feelings towards the other when they were forced into talking to each other, not even when they started sleeping together. But now, the thought that they're going to still see each other around and have to pretend that nothing happened between them is eating up the pair of them. So they hold onto this moment.

When Randy comes, John's soon to follow. They don't part, though. Randy stays in him for as long as possible. And even when he does pull out, they go right back to holding each other tight. John presses his lips to Randy's neck and whispers, "I'm really gonna miss this."

"Me, too," he admits.

It's with great reluctance that they finally part. They know it's getting late and that they have to leave the next morning. They walk close to each other on the way back, arms brushing against one another's. Randy even briefly interlocks their fingers. Once they're back in front of Randy's beach house, they stand across from one another, no longer touching. "I guess I'll see you around," Randy says.

"Yeah."

"Have a safe trip back home."

"Thanks. You, too."

Randy quickly glances around and pulls John out of the light from the window of another house. He doesn't want anyone to see when he pulls John in close and kisses him just one more time. "One for the road," he says.

"One for the road," John repeats, giving Randy a kiss of his own. "Goodnight, Randy."

"Goodnight," Randy says as John walks away. And god, if that doesn't hurt more than anything else he's ever experienced.