His Voices in My Head
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form, own any of the people in this story or any element of the WWE universe. This is strictly fiction.
Author's Note: Oh, how I looooove Centon J This is a CenaXOrton story but there are some other pairs too.
Content Warning: This story includes mild violence, strong language, and lots of hot steamy slash.
Recap:
"I didn't think you and John would get so trashed from looking for a phone," Phil added.
"Oh I think John found Randy's phone alright," Matt joked. The three other people at the table exploded in laughter.
"You think they're on to us?" Randy asked John in his ear.
"Well, judging by their excessive laughter, Matt's location on the floor, Melina gagging on her Iced Tea, Morrison rocking back in forth in his chair, and Phil repeatedly knocking his fist on the table, I'm guessing they're on to us," John explained.
"Well I guess the fact that we put on each other's clothes doesn't help either," Randy said.
Now back to the story: "His Voices in My Head" Chapter 7
John woke up to the bright morning sun. He sat up and stretched before letting out a loud yawn. He quickly quieted down, not wanting to disturb the sleeping naked body of Randy Orton. John's rear ached a little from the events that took place the night before, but he shook it off. He traced his finger up and down Randy's toned stomach; Randy stirred a little during this.
"Good morning, Randy," John said brightfully.
Randy sat up and blinked. "Oh good morning to you too, babe," Randy said as he kissed John on the lips.
"You ready for tonight?" John asked, referring to the T.L.C. pay-per-view that was taking place tonight.
"Yeah, I guess I'll have to be," Randy replied. "I have to face Miz for the championship tonight in a tables match. It's gonna be hell."
"Hey, I have to go up against Wade in a chairs match. My match is much more extreme," John said.
"Well Morrison is definitely going to be put to the test in that ladders match," Randy said, getting out of the bed and stretching.
"Nah, Morrison's skilled in ladder matches-oh my god, Randy," John stuttered.
"What, are you awestruck by me?" Randy smirked.
"Um, no, I've seen better."
Randy grinned evilly and walked around to the other side of the bed and sat down in John's lap. John's eyes opened wide at the sudden movement of his boyfriend, but soon his thoughts were scrambled as Randy began to grind on him. Thank goodness he was wearing boxer briefs or he probably would have taken Randy right then and there.
"R-Randy, stop we have to get ready for t-tonight…" John muttered.
"But I'm having fun," Randy slurred. "Am I getting you hard, baby? Do you want to ram me against the wall and fuck me senseless?"
"F-fuck yes, Randy," John choked out.
Randy grinned again and jumped out of John's lap. "Well we have to get ready for tonight so no fucking me for now."
John was furious. "RANDY YOU ASSHOLE! FUCK YOU!" he shouted to Randy, who was going in the bathroom.
"Maybe later, baby," Randy said before taking his shower.
"So how are we getting to the arena?" Randy asked.
"We're carpooling with Melina, Matt, Punk, and Morrison," John said.
"Do you do anything without them?" Randy asked playfully.
"Well excuse me for loving my friends," John shot harshly before grabbing his bag and leaving for the lobby.
"John, wait, I didn't mean it like that," Randy called out before sighing. He didn't mean it like that.
John rushed into the lobby angrily. He didn't mean to blow off on Randy like that, but he had a feeling something bad was about to happen.
Not thinking, he bumped into Adam Copeland, another good friend of his. "Oh sorry about that, Adam," John apologized.
"Oh hey, John, what's up? I haven't spoken to you in a long time!" Adam said.
"Nothing much, I'm trying to get to the arena in time," John laughed.
"Well, good luck in your match tonight. Hey, are you seeing anyone?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, Randy, we've been together for a little while," John informed.
"Really, Ortz? Wow, I'm glad you found someone. You looked like you were taking it hard with your last breakup."
"I was…well are you seeing anyone?"
"Christian."
"Oh! I thought you two liked each other."
"Well, we should get going. Hey do you want to come over for dinner Wednesday? You can bring Orton and we can catch up."
"Sure, um, what's your number, I lost it," John said pulling out his iPhone.
Adam pulled out his BlackBerry and the two exchanged numbers before saying goodbye and heading their separate ways. Randy soon caught up with his boyfriend and grabbed him by the shoulder to apologize, but John beat him to the catch.
"Randy, I'm sorry for snapping at you," John said. "I just have a bad feeling about something that's going to happen."
Randy gave him a hug and kiss. "Don't sweat it."
"We'd best catch up with the guys," John said. Still, John had that bad feeling…
Once again, it was after the weekly Monday Night RAW show went off the air. At Tables, Ladders, and Chairs last night, John, Adam, and JoMo won their respective matches, but Randy didn't. John could tell that Randy wasn't feeling too excited after he lost, especially after he practically decimated his opponent tonight.
John surprised Randy by putting his arms around the other's waist while Randy was in the shower. Randy wasn't surprised that John lacked any clothes whatsoever. Randy, in a split second, reversed the two men's roles to where he was behind John.
"You here to make me happy, baby?" Randy purred seductively.
"No, I just came in here to take a shower like everyone else," John teased.
"That's a lie," Randy said before giving John a hard slap on the ass.
John gasped from the stinging of the slap. "Damn, Randy."
"What do you want me to do, Johnny?" Randy asked.
"I w-want you to…ugh…" John found it difficult to reply with Randy touching him all over his body.
Randy grinded against John's ass with his cock. "I said…what do you want me to do, Johnathan?"
"Damn it, Randy, fuck me already, take that big, fat, juicy cock of yours and shove it so far up my ass that I…" John was interrupted by Randy's immediate intrusion of John's ass with his cock. Randy slammed hard into his boyfriend, gaining him quite a moan.
"Fuck, John if you keep talking like that, we'll be over really fast," Randy said, beginning to pull out and thrust back in repeatedly.
"Oh my fucking…" John groaned as he was slammed into over and over again. "Randy I'm going to fucking cum soon," he warned.
"Me too, babe, me too," Randy said. "Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn," Randy moaned as he burst his hot white liquid into John. John couldn't take much more of this, and he soon did the same.
"Randy, what's the point of coming in the shower if we're going to get dirty?" John joked once he collected himself.
"Shut up, you like getting dirty," Randy replied before he and John started cleaning up.
"Do you think this party that the Miz is throwing will be any good tonight?" John asked.
"Yeah, I hear he and Alex throw amazing parties."
"Hmmm…okay."
Little did John know that the worst was yet to come.
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