Randy returned the almost chaste-like kiss as he wrapped his arms around John's waist and back, he was still standing after all. However, what John didn't know yet, was that Randy had still intended on keeping his plan of action from earlier, and withholding sex from the older. He just had to think of a way to do so so that John didn't think he was mad at him. He was simply getting back at him for depriving him of any interaction with him during their practice today.
Being the none mind reader he was, John had no idea what Randy was plotting in that evil voice filled mind of his.
A loud gasp ripped past his bruising lips as the man under him thrusted his hips against his own, a spike of pleasure shooting through every nerve of his curved spine. A tongue easily took advantage, claiming his mouth like he did the rest of him. Whimpering, John's hips began to gyrate on their own accord, craving for those oh so familiar hypes of pleasure. "Nng Randyyy..."
Randy pulled John down and flipped their positions once more, so that he was laying atop of the older man, kissing him with a bruising force, grinding their erections together. He guessed he couldn't leave John in the state he was in now, or he'd figure Randy was mad at him for sure. Which was quite the opposite from the truth, but John wouldn't realize that. He'd go straight to thinking the worst possible case, probably even thinking that Randy didn't love him anymore. So Randy continued his assault on John's body, making his pleasure senses go on overdrive with each little thing he did to torture him.
That was always the problem with John. So many people thought he was so full of self-esteem and optimism, but that was far from the truth. John had such low self-esteem that it took AGES until he decided to finally let Randy make love to him, he was so self conscious of his looks, especially in the ass department. His mind always wondered to the bad things that could happen, losing people in the process of doing, or even saying, one simple thing. He's still trying his hardest to break such a trait, but even though he does things he dubs "playful" he's always worried about pissing the other off...but everything seemed ok with Randy at the moment. He loved him even when John would freak out over the slightest of things...he even waited for John to be ready in the whole sex department, even refraining from touched him in anyway that was deemed sexual. God he loved this man.
Hips bucking he met Randy's own to mash their rock hard erections harder against each other. "Please! In me! In me" John pleaded needing the sense of being filled to override his hazy mind.
'Damn...' Randy thought to himself. With both of them this far gone, especially John, he definitely wouldn't be able to hold out on the other. The way he was begging to be taken didn't help either. He growled at himself and thrusted his hips one more time into John's, hard. Then he began removing said wrestler's clothing, ignoring his own for the time being.
John watched breathlessly as his pants were unbuttoned with half lidded eyes. Arching his back slightly he gave Randy better access to rid him of his pants and briefs. Sighing as his stiff member was finally released he rested back down on the bed. His cheeks began to darken a nice shade of red as this icy blue eyes washed over his naked lower half. Eyes glancing embarrassingly over to the side he resisted the urge to cover his modesty.
Randy kissed his cheek tenderly, completely changing his attitude about their "problems" in the wake of John's embarrassment. "You know I love your body, almost as much as I love you," he whispered quietly into said embarrassed man's ear before turning his chin and kissing him deeply, allowing his hands to roam freely over the beautiful body below.
John's tongue tingled at the taste of the other, Randy always had such a unique taste. Sweet but bitter, just like his personality.
Hands tweaked his nipples teasingly, drawling a muffled gasp from his lips. His hips jolted up once more, pleading with the man to hurry and take him.
Randy knew that John's naked lower half bucking up into his clothed lower half could not have been comfortable so he quickly removed John's shirt before just as quickly removing his own clothing, meeting John's naked flesh with his own.
Johns body trembled at the contact, pulling away from the kiss he chugged down much needed air. "R-Randy?" His tone pleading, he was just so impatient at the moment, he wanted, no, NEEDED to be filled by the man he loved.
"Fuck my plan," he muttered to himself as he quickly lubed up his member, wiping the access on the sheets. John should still be prepared at least for the most part from when they did it in the car, the lube would help make for an easier and less painful entrance. Once he was done wiping away the access lube from his hand, he grabbed John by his hips, pulled him to the edge of the bed (seeing as Randy had to stand up to get the lube in the first place), hiked said older man's legs over his shoulders, and carefully penetrated his eagerly awaiting hole. Unfortunately, no matter what either of their bodies begged for, Randy still had to be careful with John case he accidentally hurt the love of his life. No matter how much it pained him to be careful.
John heard Randy mutter something under his breath, but didn't quit catch what exactly was said. He opened his mouth to question but wasn't able to get a word in before another gasp was ripped from him as his lower half was pulled off the edge of the bed. Moans spilled as the tip of the younger mans cock was pushed inside. Inch by inch he was being filled, and god it felt so amazing! One of John's hands ran across his scalp as the other fisted the sheets tightly, all while looking up at Randy with half lidded lust filled baby blue eyes. To say the least the display was very erotic especially when a small stream of saliva escaped the corner of his mouth.
Randy looked back down at his lover and knew he was okay by the returned lust-filled look he was receiving. He knew he didn't have to wait for John to adjust to being filled before he started moving, so he didn't. He started with a slow pace to get things going before speeding up and setting up a pace that would drive John crazy but wouldn't send him over the edge. If he couldn't hold out on John, he would simply have to make the older beg for release. That would satisfy his revenge...for now.
John moaned in blissful pleasure as Randy began to pound into him feverishly. A scream was the only signal that the certain spot inside him was struck making his whole body tremble with delight. He was getting so close, oh so close! Just one more hit and...wait...did Randy just...SLOW DOWN! "Randy!"
Randy smirked, somehow he was still able to keep a small piece of his mind while the rest of his blood was in lower parts of his body. "Something the matter," he said as smoothly as he could while still thrusting his hips into his lover's ass.
"Yeah you slowed-!" An embarrassing whimper escaped him as that special spot within was slowly stroked with the tip of his lovers cock inside him. "D-down...W-why did you slow down!" John nearly whined.
"Really? I could have sworn I was going this pace the entire time~" he finished saying with a well placed hard thrust of his hips that pulled a part moan part whine from John's mouth. One that nearly made him give in and go faster. Nearly.
"No!" John whined pitifully as that hard thrust hit that sweet spot once again, nearly making him come until a slow pace was taken on once again. "P-please?" He muttered quietly in hopes that Randy would pick up the previous pace. Sadly he knew he was going to to have to try and do better then that.
"But you just said no when I did speed up~" Randy enticed. He was enjoying this more than he thought he would... No...wait... That's a lie. He knew he'd enjoy every bit of this torture to his lover.
"But that wad because it was only one stroke and you stopped you bastard!" John whined as his prostate was given was particular hard stroke, most likely punishment for calling Randy a bastard. "Please Randy!"
"Please what?" Randy asked, he was indeed having fun with this. No doubt John would kill him though once he got the chance.
John glared at his smirking "love machine" before another hard thrust broke the glare completely. "D-Dammit Randy you know what I mean! J-just please do it!" And John thought HE was the tease.
"You still haven't told me what it is you want me to do~" Randy said, he was beginning to get impatient himself...
Tears began to seep from the corners of John's crystal blues as the pleasure became almost unbearable. "Dammit! I want you to shove your dick inside me so hard and fast that I black out! Please!" Was that enough begging for ya big boy?
Randy's eyes widened fractionally for a split second before he got his traditional smirk. "Well why didn't you just say so," Randy stopped all movements completely as he said this before beginning to pound mercilessly into John; giving him exactly what he asked for.
"I pretty much did you ass-gasp-HOLE!" John's grip on the sheets intensified as he was pounded into ruthlessly and relentlessly. "Ahhhh Randyyyy! I-I wanna kiss you!"
"Even though...you just-ahh pant-called me...an asshole!" he managed to say be pants and soft moans as he continued his ruthless "aggression".
Smiling up at the other John laughed softly. "If it meaaaans anything! T-then I'm-moans- s-sorry!" Opening his arms for the other Johns eyes seemed to sparkle at that moment, so filled with love and compassion for the one above. "Kiss me?"
Randy laughed softly, well, as much as he could laugh in middle of thrusting in and out of his wonderful lover. He just shook his head and leaned over and kissed John, albeit it was sloppy, again the whole...thrusting thing.
John smiled in he kiss with the best of his ability, not particularly liking the angle he re-adjusted so Randy was fully on top of him, his own legs winding tightly around Randy's waist. "I l-love you..." He moaned breathlessly before being taken into another bruising kiss.
Randy readjusted his angle as well when John re-angled their positions. Once said older wrestler was readjusted Randy thrust in at a couple different ways before he once again found John's sweet spot, the sweet bundle of nerves that made him see starts.
John's mind went hazy as he muttered incoherent words under his breath. "I'm almost! Ugh Randy!" With the shout of his lovers name he spilled his seed onto both his and Randy's chests.
"Ngh!" Randy practically grunted as he came inside of John due to his own muscles tightening around Randy's thrusting member. "I...love you too," Randy finally said, regaining his breath. It seemed prolonging, the orgasm really took it out of him.
Smiling up at the tired man above, John pushed lightly on Randy's shoulders to get the man to lay on his back which in turn he took comfort in the younger mans chest. "You really are a sex god..."
Randy smirked despite his tiredness. John wasn't going to live that one down! "I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?" he asked, not sounding tired at all.
Overlapping his arms together, John rested his chin in crossed hands. "Though I will deny it when we wake up the next morning...Randy Orton you are my sex god!"
"Can I get that in writing?" he asked, knowing it would make the other slap him, even if it was just playfully.
John glared at him before singing his teeth into one of Randy's nipple's, making the other jump. "Just be pleased I said something like that ya jerk!" Along with the weird noise John being his usual childish self stuck his tongue out at the other.
Randy couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled in his throat at the other's childishness. "I thought I was supposed to be the younger one in this relationship?" Randy teased softly, pulling John up for a chaste kiss.
Smiling softly John kissed back just as lightly. "Well you sure don't act like a child so I guess one of us has to have the sense of humor in this relationship." He shrugged before smirking victoriously at the other.
Randy pouted feigning hurt at John's words. "You're so mean. It's no wonder I act like a child when you talk like that!" Randy pouted dramatically, but there was still a gleam of playfulness in his eyes to let the other know he was just playing around.
"Hey there's no room for two children in this relationship! You gotta be the adult! And before you say why it's because I said so." Leaning forward John took advantage of Randy's pouting to nibble on that stuck out bottom lip.
Randy let John think he had the upper hand with letting him bite his lower lip but once he got the chance he switched their roles, so to speak, and started nibbling John's lower lip in return.
John giggled, not even necessarily caring that the roles switched, but hey that was Randy for ya. Pushing forward he overlapped his lips with the younger mans in a gentle kiss.
Randy returned it before pulling away, looking at John affectionately. "I love you," He said softly.
John relaxed back into the tanned heated body. "I love you too Randy. Now how about we go to sleep, you wore me out for once." Closing his eyes he stifled a laugh as he laid his head flat against Randy's broad, yet somehow comfortable chest.
Randy laughed softly and agreed, wrapping and arm around John as he got comfortable, taking his own comfort in the presence of the older...until there was a soft scratching at the side of the bed. With a sigh Randy lifted the reason for the scratching, Snickers, onto the bed so he could curl up next to John as well. Once everything was calm and settled, Randy closed his eyes and drifted.
John awoke first, as usual, in the crisp morning of...whatever the hell the date was. Leaning forward he pressed one small kiss against Randy's lips all while giving his little baby Snickers a loving pet before slipping out of bed. He cringed once he stood easily feeling his own dry semen caked onto his body. Grabbing up a few cloths he went into the opened bathroom. Inside, he didn't even bother to close the door as he turned on the shower head, he always expected company when it was shower time.
Randy felt the bed shift around as John got up out of it and Snickers moved to curl up beside Randy to take over John's warm spot. Randy rolled his eyes and threw the cover over the dog as he got out of the bed himself. Snickers fought his way out of the cover and if he could have, he would have huffed at Randy for doing such a thing to him. Randy just chuckled softly and ruffled the fur on his head like he would a little kid or so. He had noticed the dried up semen on his own chest but he wasn't as bothered by it as John always seemed to be. After all, it wasn't the first time they had forgotten to clean up after sex.
Stepping into the shower behind John, he snaked his arms around the other's waist loosely, giving little love nips to his neck.
"Good morning sexy," Randy teased lightly, though there was still truth behind the words.
Pausing only for a mere moment from his stomach cleansing, John rolled his eyes before smiling to himself. "Morning Viper~" Semen now gone from his body he even went as far as to put the rag he was using in-between himself and Randy just to he didn't have to feel the crusting semen on the others chest. Hopefully Randy would get the message.
Randy pouted playfully but he got the message. He took the rag and began cleaning off his own chest. Of course, he did need to running water for that, so he somehow managed to slither his way to the other side of John and under the water, forcing said older wrestler out of it, giving him a sweet "innocent" smile and eyes in return.
Huffing John crossed his arms but to be truthful he didn't necessarily mind it for once, it meant the nasty dry cum would be gone! HUZZAH!
Randy got a playful look in his eyes but he made sure to wash off all of the cum before he tried anything. He didn't want John getting upset with him.
Sighing contently John leaned against the heated tiles of the bathroom wall, closing his eyes gently he just enjoyed the moment of the heated room before it was disturbed like we all know it will be.
Randy quickly washed himself off but made it sound like he was still washing himself before he pushed John enough so that he started falling over and had to catch himself, giving Randy enough time to laugh and jump back out of the shower grabbing a towel on his way. Not that there was really anywhere for him to run to...
John quickly braced himself against the tile wall. Gasping at the sudden impact it didn't totally register what had happened until the door to the bathroom swung open and a fit of laughter followed it. "You asshole!" Turning off the shower he got his own towel he secured it around his waist. Putting his hands on his hips John stood at the doorway which made him look like a scolding mother.
Randy couldn't stop the small fit of laughter that followed as he saw John's stance emerging from the bathroom. "I don't know who you're trying to fool with that stance and look~" he joked with a playful glint in his eyes.
Pooching his lips out to the side John rolled his eyes before relinquishing his stance. "You're just a jerk that's all." Crossing his arms a small pout formed as he took a seat on their shared bed.
"Awe, come on. You know I'm just playing. I wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt you," Randy said, crawling to sit next to John on their bed.
Glancing at Randy in the corner of his eye John couldn't help but smile at the others expression. The man could be such a worry wart sometimes, but then again he was to. Leaning over he rested his head against the younger mans shoulder. "I know."
Randy's relief showed clear on his face as he wrapped his arms around John. He should probably work on his issues with worrying so much. He was always such a "bad ass" to everyone else, but to those who got close enough, they would find out how much he did actually worry about his actions.
Relishing in the warmth Randy provided him, John burrowed further into the man. "I love you~." Murmuring the words softly he sealed it with a sweet kiss to the others cheek. "Randy, do you mind taking me to the local car show? I'm being assigned to sign autographs there." Standing tall everyone would be able to see the excitement in the others face and body stature. John loved being able to interact with his fans, they were the people who helped him get where he was today, how could he NOT love them.
Randy sighed. He knew how much John loved his fans and being able to interact with them. "Well hopefully I'm not taking you dressed like that," he said referring to the lone towel wrapped around his waist.
Taking a moment to look down at himself John did a little whirl showing off his body. "Why not? I'm sure it'd make many of the fans happy." He chuckled lightly as he took note of Randy's expression. Sometimes his over protectiveness could be so cute.
At first Randy showed a flash of lust but when John joked about going as he was, he got a dangerous protective "the hell you are" look on his face.
Wide smile plastered John leaned forward to kiss the tip of Randy's tan nose. "Ok, just for you I'll put some clothes on."
Randy almost had a "pouty" look on his face, "You better." He commanded lightly before pulling John into his lap. "Nobody gets to see you're naked delicious body except for me," Randy said, holding John close and kissing him deeply.
Pushing further into the kiss, John hooked his arms around Randy's neck. The kiss becoming to heated John pulled away. Licking his lips fully to taste the lingering hints of Randy. Getting up he smiled at the younger male and headed toward their dresser to get ready.
Randy grumbled when John pulled away but he knew if things got too heated then John would never make it to his fans... He soo owed him... Randy thought to himself as he went to their dresser as well.
Whipping the towel off his body John put on the first article of clothing, his briefs. Then of course came a nice pair of regular denim pants and a black T that had a wicked design of a dragon sewn into it. "Well how do I look." The question was obviously rhetorical, John knew he looked "fabu~"
"Do you even have to ask?" Randy asked in reply with a smirk. He himself had put on a pair of boxer briefs and some loose fitting black pants with his Appex Viper shirt. Even though John was the one going to sign autographs, the only way Randy would get out of being dragged to sign autographs as well is if he didn't leave his car...
"Hmmm you're right~" John nodded unintentionally as he went to the door, but instantly stopped as he heard a whine. "Awww who should watch my Snicker Doodle!" He wailed as he picked up he cute little puppy~
"If you want to hold him while you sign autographs that's up to you," Randy said automatically. There was NO way The Viper would be seen holding a tiny Pomeranian in front of hundreds of fans!
"Rannndyyy!" John whined a he waved the almost sad faced puppy in front of his face. "We can't leave out baby alone! We did it once and I bet he felt so lonely! Don't you know anybody who could watch him!"
"What about Barbie? There is no way I am carrying him around!" Randy said almost frantically. He was practically freaking out. He loved John. He really did. But his "bad ass" persona could NOT be seen carrying around a small dog like Snickers!
Alright, I think John had enough fun. "Yeah." Smiling sweetly he exited his room and went toward Barbies. Knocking on her door they easily greeted each other before John handed the bubbly blonde girl his baby. "See ya later." Waking back over to Randy he stood in front of him. "Ready to go?"
By the time John got back from leaving Snickers with Barbie, Randy had realized what John had been doing. Toying with him. Therefore, Randy wasn't afraid to glare at the older man as he walked back "cheerily" into their room and asked if he was ready to go.
"You..." he started off still glaring and completely serious, "are SO lucky I love you." He ended frowning but no longer glaring. Who was he trying to kid. He couldn't ever stay mad at John, not for long.
John "frowned" as he hugged Randy around his midsection. "Don't be mad at Johnny Randy~ I was just playing." Smile coming back John kissed the others cheek and before he left the room once again. "Well come on Randy, those autographs aren't gonna sign themselves!"
Randy grumbled and, grabbing his keys, followed John out of their room and to his car. "As I said earlier. You're lucky I love you," Randy grumbled again as he got into his car and drove himself and John to said older's autograph signing.
The car ride was nothing special, for the most part it was quite with both men just relishing in the presence of each other. A particularly deserted street came into view, a traffic light turning red signaling for them to stop along with that street. John felt a little lovey dovey at the moment with the excitement of metting his fan's, and of course the only man in that car was defiantly going to get all that deserved attention.
Johns face softened as he leaned over the armrest to give Randy's tanned cheek a soft little peck, which momentarily distracted him from the streets ahead, but all that was needed was a minute. "I just wanted to say- what the fuck!" The gas petal was floored and the car swerved to avoid hitting the masked man who was just...STANDING THERE! "That stupid mother-!" John paused in his tyrant as he took a moment to just look around. Their was more then one person... "Randy..."
Randy was pissed. As soon as his car came to a stop he threw it in park and jumped out to see what the hell was going on. "What the hell is your problem? Are you trying to be suicidal?" Randy practically screamed at them.
"Randy get back in the-!" John froze as he felt something cold and metallic press against the back of his head. Being so hopped up on Randy, John hadn't noticed that his passenger seat had been opened. 'Fuck why didn't I lock the damn door!' He though silently as he was now being dragged out of the car by three grown men.
Randy heard the sudden cut-off of John's sentence and whipped his head around to see why exactly he had been cut off... Then he saw the gun pressed to John's head and all he saw was red. It took all of his self-control and thoughts of his anger management classes to think rationally enough that if he were to move they would probably end up shooting John... And there was no way he could let that happen!
Now, John was sure if he didn't have such great control over certain reflex's of his body, he was sure he would be shitting himself right as the barrel of the gun pressed against his head. Swallowing hard he could do nothing but stand there and look into the rage filled blue iris's of Randy's eyes.
"We're just here for John..." The gun wielder confessed. "If you let us go without a struggle YOU...won't be harmed..."
John froze, their was no way Randy was going to take those words into consideration, and he was defiantly going to do something stupid if he didn't stop him.
Just as Randy was about to leap into action, many clicks were easily heard. "Randy don't you dare!" John called out in hopes of stopping his hot headed lover in his tracks.
Randy froze momentarily at the sound of the clicks of the guns and John's call to him. "You're bluffing. You wouldn't kill me," Randy said to the "kidnappers". He wasn't entirely sure of his words but he wouldn't let them know that or they would use it against him.
"True." One masked kidnapper admitted. But once you thought e everything was "safe" and "sound" an ear pounding bang was heard.
Johns heart stopped. "Randy!" He cries , only to see Randy just fine. The only evidence that he was shot at was the small graze across his cheek.
"But...we can mortally wound you. And that'd more satisfying then killing you anyways." He cocked his gun one more time, unfortunately this time John wasn't going to stay down this time.
Fuck guns! When you fucked with his man, BLOOD WILL BE SHED!
Working on adrenaline, John picked up the closest man and delivered his famous Attitude Adjustment. Though, instead of a nice mat to land on, the bastard had to deal with solid concrete. Picking himself up quickly, John raced toward Randy who in turn race toward him.
"Let's get the fuck outta h-!" A gasp escaped Johns lips as his vision became hazy. His legs gave out from under him and before he knew it he was greeted with the cold hard pavement of the road. His eyes locked towards Randy once more, only to witness the horrible site of his lover getting dog piled on. "No..." Tears spilled from his eyes as Randy was viciously pummeled right in front of his eyes.
With whatever strength he had left John reached out for Randy in a delusional hope that he would be able to grab him and pull him to safety. "Randy..."
Once his world became dark is when the kidnappers acted. Hauling John up the as gently as they could, they began their retreat to their vehicle.
Randy was trying his best to fight off the people dog-piling on him, but the sheer number of them soon got the better of him as his vision had begun to fade due to being pummeled by so many people. One good sock to the back of the head was all it took now for Randy's world to turn pitch black all around him.
When he finally woke up a couple hours later, he had a throbbing headache and couldn't remember how he became passed out in the middle of the same deserted street as before. No people. No chance of witnesses, or any sort of medical help.
After a minute of sitting up and trying to remember, he saw a small puddle of what could only be dried blood and everything came rushing back to him.
John had been shot.
Randy started looking around in a panic to see if he could figure out where the attackers might have gone to. When he realized his efforts would be fruitless, he let out a frustrated howl and banged his fists against his car. He was attempting to try and figure out some way to be able to find John without being able to follow his trail.
John awoke to a sheer pain shooting through the nerves of his right shoulder. He looked over to see what the hell had happened only to be shrouded in complete darkness. The first thing that ran through his racing mind was 'holy shit I'm blind!' but as small amounts of time went by he was able to calm and feel the cloth that ran across his eyes and the knot that was tied behind his head.
"What's going on..." Silence was his only answer. He wrecked his mind trying to figure out the situation. This couldn't be something kinky Randy thought up, he'd never do anything like this with out his consent!
Randy...
That's when his memories came crashing back like a wave from the most powerful of typhoons.
Randy was getting beaten! He was hurt! He had to do someth-
As John went to get up he was forced back down by the cuffs around his wrists that were currently behind his back and attached to the floor. How did he know they were chains? The cuffs were thick and completely covered his wrist's...fan-fucking-tastic.
John groaned, far past hysterics as his mind continued replying the scene of his lover being pummeled by the men who had most likely apprehended him.
One stray tear forced it's way pasted the thick material of the cloth. "Randy..."
Randy eventually calmed down enough to realize he would have to go to the cops. Although, why nobody tried calling either of them when they were supposed to be at the autograph signing but was obviously gone, Randy couldn't figure out.
"I hate cops," Randy groaned to himself as he made his way to his car and quickly found the nearest police station to go to.
"My boyfriend's been kidnapped." he said seriously as he entered the station, trying to catch everyone's attention.
John didn't know how long he just, sat there, tied up like some kinky sex slave! Who the fuck kidnapped him! Or better yet where the hell was he!
Silence was his only answer, but really who would expect anything less. It was Randy anyways who heard the 'voices', not John.
Sighing John leaned back and slacked his body against, what he guessed was, a brick wall. He didn't know what to make of this, none of it really made sense. Maybe it didn't have too, it was possible that he and Randy were just at the wrong place at the wrong time...
"Well, looky here, sleeping beauty's awake~" A familiar voice cooed, steeping oh to close for John's unsettling nerves to handle.
Really it couldn't be him. But that voice, that snarky conceded voice! It could only to belong to one person and one person alone. "Punk...!"
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