AN: Finally I've gotten around to writing what happened that night! It's mainly just something for those getting restless reading It's Nice To Know You Work Alone and demanding that the deed happen :D It'll happen soon I promise, but until then, enjoy this!
John was drunk. Not the 'I've had a couple of drinks and I'm suddenly happy' drunk. He definitely wasn't the slowed movements, loud talking, and constant giggles drunk either. He was the kind of drunk where everything was slightly blurred, he swore he could feel the rotation of the Earth beneath him and it seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. Sure he was happy, but he should have pumped the brakes long before.
Instead he was happily calling rounds of 'shots, shots, shots, shots, shots' and the rest of the bar was only egging him on by finishing with 'everybody'. Of course they were all gung ho with the idea seeing as though he was footing the tab, which he had conveniently forgotten by that time.
He tossed back what had to be his tenth shot of Patron-or was it Jack Daniels or Grey Goose-without feeling even the beginnings of a slight burn down his throat or in his chest. That should have been another sign to stop. Not only could he not decipher if what he was drinking was tequila, whiskey or vodka, he could barely taste it and it no longer had the familiar burn of strong alcohol. But he just slammed his shot glass down on the surface of the bar and let out a Rick Flair-esque 'whoooooo' triggering a chorus of them through the bar from the other guys in a similar fucked up state like John.
Down at the other end of the bar Randy was babysitting Cody. Cody had been sitting at the bar for the past hour drowning his sorrows in drinks and he was about ten seconds away from being a sloppy mess.
"Cody seriously, no more, you're drunk enough now, what's the point of drinking more?"
"I'm drinking more because I want to." Cody said as he defiantly pulled the arm Randy was reaching for out of his reach while spilling most of his drink on the bar top. He wasn't slurring for some reason Randy didn't understand, but he was still drunker than Randy would have liked.
John, as if sensing there was someone else at the bar just as far gone as he was, slowly sauntered down to the end of the bar where Cody and Randy were. "How are my favorite guys doing down here?" He asked as he leaned against the bar in what he believed was a seductive stance and shot the two of them what he believed were sexy eyes. But in reality, he practically threw himself against the bar, almost missing of course, and looked at them with the half lidded eyes only a drunk person could master.
Being sober, Randy of course thought nothing of the act besides being concerned about the amount of alcohol the man consumed. However Cody looked as if he had laid his eyes upon sexiness in its human form. "Better now that you're here."
"Oh yeah? How about you tell me how much better I make things over a drink?" Randy who had been ignoring the exchange for fear of throwing up quickly intervened when he heard the word drink being mentioned.
"No, I don't think either of you need another drink."
"Sorry Dad." Cody said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes and motioned for the bartender. John and Cody laughed and Randy sighed.
"Whatever, drink yourself dead, see if I care." Randy said as he walked away from the bar and over to a dark table in a corner of the club. He wished he could follow through with his words and actually not care about what Cody was doing to himself, but he couldn't. He did care.
That was why he found himself sitting alone in the corner of the club watching as Cody and John flirted at the bar. He wanted to leave, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep that night without knowing for sure that Cody had made it back to the hotel.
That's why he was glad when by some divine power Evan seemed to finally pick up on how wasted Cody was. Randy didn't know how he did it, but in minutes Evan was dragging Cody away from the bar and out of the club.
With the knowledge that Cody was finally safely getting home, Randy should have left the club. He should have stood up from the booth he was sitting in, stalked over to the doors, walked the few blocks to the hotel they were staying at and retired for the night. But of course that was not what he did.
Instead he stayed in his booth, now fixated on John at the bar. The place had started to slowly empty out which was no surprise to Randy seeing it was close to 2 a.m. At the bar, John stood, well no; he heavily leaned against it and stared intently down at his half finished beer.
As much as he hated it, Randy's mind slowly began to fill with the thoughts of worry about how John would find his way back to the hotel. Instantly mental images of John stumbling down the street only to trip and fall into the street and have multiple cars run over him filled his mind. He knew that as long as he was unsure of John being safely in his room, the images would continue to play in his mind, just as they would have for Cody. He wouldn't be able to sleep, and he would be filled with guilt until he heard from someone the next day that John indeed was okay and not dead in a ditch somewhere.
So, that was why against his better judgment, Randy stood and walked over to where John was at the bar.
"Couldn't resist me, huh babe?" John slurred out as Randy neared him.
Those words alone were almost enough to stop Randy in his tracks and forget about being a sober brother and getting John home. But on second though, he knew things would go a lot more smoothly and John would be a lot more willing to actually leave the bar if he was under the impression that Randy wanted to go home with him.
"Let's get you out of here." Randy said as he walked up and grabbed John by the sleeve of his shirt. Ignoring the feeling in his gut that screamed the night wasn't going to end well, Randy began to guide John out of the bar.
"What floor are you on?"
John paused and though for a second about the question that had been posed to him. He hated drunken time lapses. It seemed like forever since they had left the bar, but he couldn't remember the walk home, and it had just happened. "Five." He said as he backed up to lean against the elevator walls.
He knew he should have been trying harder and putting more moves on Randy, but A: he had already agreed to sleep with him and had practically shoved him out of the bar in his eagerness to get in his pants and B: elevators were not joke when drunk, they lurched up and down and just threw off your balance completely. He would rather risk not turning Randy on a little more, than fall face first on the elevator floor. That would not have been a good look for him.
"Room number?" Randy asked when the doors opened.
"Five nineteen?" Randy's head whipped back to glare at John when he heard the question in his voice.
"Are you kidding me? Do you really not know what number you room is?"
"No! I do know. It's five nineteen, I promise." Randy shot one last skeptical look over his shoulder before he headed off in the direction of the room. He figured the worst that could happen was that the key card didn't work and they would have to try every door on the floor. That wouldn't have been the worst to ever have happened to him.
But luckily for them, John's memory did serve him well. Upon opening the door Randy stepped aside and let John enter the room first, where he then face-planted on his bed.
"Don't pass out just yet; I need to give you some water." Randy said as he walked over to the mini fridge to fetch said water.
"I think you need to give me a little more than just water." John said in that wanna be seductive slur of his, as he rolled over to his side and struck what Randy knew he wanted to come off as sexy, but in actuality, it almost looked childish.
"Yeah, about that..." Randy started as he sat on the edge of the bed and handed the water over to John. "Can I take a rain check? I know it's a little late, and you're a little drunk. I think if we put it off until maybe tomorrow things might logistically work out better."
John immediately sat up at the mention of their hook-up being postponed. He rolled that thought around his head for a while. He knew that he was way past fucking gone at that point. He had never heard anyone complain about his technique and way he went about things while drunk, but he also hadn't heard anyone rave about it either. But he also knew there was the slight chance that he wouldn't remember having this conversation with Randy and that could leave him with no sex from Randy at all. And that was the last thing he wanted. The man was hot as hell, and John could only imagine how he would be in the sack. Probably one of those guys who lost all of their inhibitions and screamed and begged for more. The kind of guy who didn't mind a slap or two on the ass, and would be eager to bring out the chocolate syrup and whipped cream. One of those guys who gave dirty, direct directions out to their partner about how and where they wanted to be touched. John felt himself get lightheaded from the sudden rush of blood heading south in his body from the thoughts of Randy spread out on the bed as he whispered into John's ear what he wanted him to do next. There was no way in hell they were postponing anything.
Randy watched with curiosity as John's eyes seemed to get even glassier as he stared off at a blank wall, wondering of it was possible for someone to pass out and stay upright. While his idea to used sleeping with John as a ploy to get him home had seemed perfect at the bar, it hadn't struck him that he might have needed a way to actually escape the actual sex part. It shouldn't have been hard for him now. He had done it numerous times before. It probably wouldn't be that hard anyway considering how drunk John was.
But he was drunk….possibly drunk enough to not remember in the morning. That thought did pique Randy's interest for a second. He was not proud of the fact that he was as old as he was and still a virgin. No one besides Cody knew because it wasn't really something one went yelling into the streets about and it seemed almost impossible in the current day and age. But it was true.
He had boyfriends in the past, some of them very serious. But at the end of the day, it had never felt comfortable enough or felt right. So he knew that there was no chance that it would feel right with John, who he wasn't even in a relationship with.
He stood up slowly and began making his way to the door. "Remember if you feel like you have to puke before you fall asleep just do it. Otherwise you'll do it in your sleep and well you know the rest." He gave John a slight wave goodbye and turned to leave the room. But as soon as he opened the door, a hand reached from behind and shut it.
"I don't want to wait until tomorrow or any other day to have you." John whispered in his ear as he felt his large hands come to rest on his waist. "I want you tonight. I want to see you squirm with need. I want you to beg me for your release. I want your tightness to surround me."
Now Randy had to admit, John suddenly, was doing the seductive thing damn well if his semi-erection was any proof. And while all of the things that were whispered in his ear turned him on like no other, the fact that John was drunk off his ass didn't work for him.
"I can't." He said as he turned around to face John. But before he could finish his reasoning, John's lips covered his, and just like that, any willpower he had flew out of the window.
Who was he to turn down a guy as hot as John? He was drunk, probably wouldn't remember, and seemed like he could rock his world. That was all he needed.
Suddenly, Randy felt himself being pushed up against the wall and sandwiched between it and John's body. The kiss which had started off as just the unsure connection of their lips quickly progressed to John's insistent tugging on Randy's bottom lip hoping to gain access inside, which Randy didn't deny much longer.
On of the hands that rested on his hips slowly trialed down to his ass, while the other rose up underneath his shirt, where it slowly caressed the skin it came into contact with.
Randy, needing something to grab on to and keep himself slightly grounded, wrapped his arms around John's neck and pulled him in even closer.
"I guess this does mean this is happening tonight." John whispered into Randy's ear with a light chuckle before he lightly traced the shell with his tongue.
Randy ducked his head at the indirect mention of where things were really leading to. Was he really going to go through with it? Would his first time seriously be with John? And not just John, but a drunk John at that? But before he could second guess any more, John began a slow sensual attack of light nips and sucking on his neck.
But then suddenly, in one fast fluid motion, Randy was on his back on the bed and his shirt was tugged over his head. John gave a low chuckle when he heard the surprised noise Randy let out and continued his assault of kisses down Randy's chest.
"I still don't think now is the best time for this to happen." Randy said nervously as John trailed lower until he was slowly unbuckling Randy's jeans and sliding them down his legs. "It would be a lot better if we were to wait I'm sure."
Once again John just ignored what Randy was saying as he teasingly stroked his inner things, each time coming closer to Randy's manhood. "Waiting would only make it better you know, increasing the need and want." John had ceased the teasing and went ahead and removed Randy's boxers smiling as his erection sprang free and Randy's voice had taken on a breathless tone as he stared at his length disappear inch by inch into the warm hot confines of John's mouth. "Fuckkkkkkk."
John smiled already loving how vocal Randy was. He continued to tease him, bringing him to the brink of completion before pulling back and letting it all build up slowly again. He did it until he felt Randy getting restless and trying his best to not shoot his hips forward. Then in a couple of well places licks to the underside of Randy's penis and one last long suck and he felt Randy tense up and arch his back up off the bed as his seed filled John's mouth.
"Damn, you've got a mouth like a vacuum." Randy said as he relaxed back onto the bed and he felt John crawl back up his body until they were face to face again. The only response he got was John's mouth on his again. It didn't go unnoticed by him that in the heat of the moment, he seemed to get more vocal while John reverted to saying nothing at all.
It also didn't go unnoticed by Randy that at that moment, as he played tonsil hockey with John, he was one hundred percent sure that it was the night he was destined to lose his virgin card. He wanted to. He wanted to have sex with John. Not just oral sex, he wanted to go all the way with him. He wanted John to be his first, but how the hell was he supposed to tell him that? 'Hey John, you might not know this and all, but I'm still a virgin, but I would love to lose the title to you. Kay, thanks!' just didn't sound like it would do.
So he opted for speaking through actions instead. He slid his hands down John's back until he came in contact with the bottom of his shirt which he promptly pulled up. But what Randy didn't notice was that John was wearing a chain and it instantly got tangled up in the collar of the shirt which, in turn, choose to get stuck right around John's eyes. "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't notice the chain."
"No worries." John said with and amused smile as he pulled the shirt back down, took his chain off, and then pulled the shirt off completely. Randy, wanting to die of mortification, went to sling his arm over his eyes, and ended up whacking John over the head only further adding to his embarrassment and adding more color to his cheeks.
This time John couldn't help the laughter that escaped him. "Stop laughing you asshole."
"Look it's no big deal. I didn't peg you as the type to be into S&M, but I'm willing to play along with you." Randy lowered his arm from his eyes and shot John a curious look, when he didn't add anything else Randy tucked away a reminder in his mind to look up what S&M was later. John shifted his weight against Randy so that he wasn't pressing all of his weight into him and Randy was instantly reminded of what they were on the road to doing when he felt John's semi-erection rub against his thigh.
Then in a show of bravery he knew was fleeing, Randy trailed his hands down John's back again until he reached his ass where he proceeded to grasp it and pull John's groin down to meet the upward thrust of his own. "Something tells me that this would feel a lot better if you lost your pants." Randy panted into John's ear as their grinding seemed to grow more frantic.
John growled before he slid off of the bed and hastily unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, but in his rush, and his intoxicated state, his feet got tangled up and he lost his balance before he fell, tumbling back down on the bed.
This time it was Randy's turn to laugh, but John shut him up when he slid his now naked body up along Randy's until their bodies were pressed flush up against each others, both of them completely naked. "I think it's about time we got down to business and actually did what we're both here to do." John whispered huskily into Randy's ear and Randy couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through his body at the anticipation of finally doing the deed.
He laid on the bed, body stiff as a board as John went about getting everything that was needed and he listened as John told him to stop tensing up and relax. Soon the uncomfortable part was over and he could barely remember to breathe as John teased and toyed with him with his fingers. "I swear if you don't stop playing around right now John, I'm going to flip you over and ride you myself." The words caused John to freeze in place and stare at Randy with renewed lust in his eyes, but Randy laid on the bed embarrassment through the roof at the words that had just left his mouth. He didn't know what came over him, all he knew was that he felt like he was going to explode but knew the explosion wouldn't happen until John was buried deep within him.
John pulled his fingers free, unwrapped and rolled a condom onto his dick, and positioned himself at Randy's waiting welcoming hole, but he didn't enter him. Randy groaned as he felt John stop. "What do you want me to do?"
Randy shot John a look of disbelief before he spoke. "You damn well know what I want you to do." Randy said as he pushed his hips downward.
"I want you to tell me what you want to do." John said as he gave Randy a knowing leer. Randy felt his face heating up once again at the thought of actually speaking out loud the things that were running through his mind. "I'm not moving until you tell me." Somehow Randy knew that John stood true on his threat.
"I want you to fuck me." He whispered into the pillow next to his head.
"What? I couldn't hear you."
"I want you to fuck me until I can't stand." Randy said louder, practically yelling at John, and before he could be embarrassed again at what he let slip out of his mouth, John was plunging inside of him. And just like that Randy couldn't believe he had held out from sex for so long. He was pretty sure he forgot to breathe as John continued to enter him with slow calculated thrusts followed by even slower withdrawals. "Faster." He panted out, and as if John had been waiting for the magic words, his speed immediately increased, his hips shooting forward like pistons as he slammed into Randy.
Randy was seeing stars as he reached up to grab the headboard of the bed. He could feel the tightening of his lower groin as John sped up to an almost maniacal pace and felt himself shooting his load without his dick being touched. John followed shortly after.
"I think it's safe to say my drunken technique is not to be questioned." John said with a smirk as he looked down at the mess between the two of them. When he rolled over onto the bed it took all of five seconds before Randy heard snores filter across the bed.
He smiled to himself as he felt sleep catching up to him too. Finally he had shed the ridiculous title of a virgin and it was not one of the first time horror stories people often talked about even if John was drunk enough to probably not remember in the morning.
He would do it all over again if it meant having sex like that