As usual, Sheamus cleaned the room up in record time as they dressed, grabbing both their bags and took them both to the room Reigns booked. Reigns fell into the bed with a sigh. Sheamus closed the door and joined him, wrapping him in his arms. Reigns always fought sleep when he got the chance to be this close to Sheamus, not wanting to sleep through their time together. Sheamus kissed him sweetly, holding him close. "I'll be here when ya wake. Ah promise." he whispered, his accent heavy because he was tired too. Reigns scooted down a bit, lying on Sheamus's chest and letting the quiet beating of his heart lull him to sleep.
AN: I wasn't going to include the chapter about the apple rings, but when I read that .9 wanted to hear about them, I immediately added four more paragraphs to include it. I swear, we will be back to the questions in a bit. I do have quite a few doozies, but that doesn't mean you can't ask away! Nothing is off limits!
Also, what do you think of Darren and Cody? Potential pairing? hmmm?
Cena spread the apple rings all over Orton's chest, dripping on a bit of the syrup in the process, looking quite eager and turned on at the same time. Orton didn't understand anything about what turned Cena on about this, until Cena bit one of the rings to make the hole there wider, and then slipped it onto his erection like a condom, doing the same with others, until there were five rings at various points on his erection. Cena then kissed and licked him clean, eating the rings as he came to them.
Orton let out a few bass groans as Cena made his way down his body. He tossed his arms up and posed with a smug smirk, glad that Cena was still this reverently obsessed with his body. His torso was one of his weak spots now that he had gone from a ten pack to an eight pack. He relaxed and let Cena enjoy himself.
Soon all the syrup and rings were gone, and all that remained were the rings on Orton's stiff erection. By now, he could feel his pulse making it throb. Cena worked Orton's erection into his mouth quickly, pulling the first ring off and humming. He chewed quickly and swallowed, doing the same with the next three. He bobbed his head up and down firmly, deep throating Orton and breathing through his nose. The ring at the base rubbed against his nose, yielding the faint scent of cinnamon as he groaned, speeding up. Orton gripped the sheets and moaned, thrashing his massive thighs. He shot off into Cena's waiting mouth, panting and groaning.
Cena caught his load and held it in his mouth, then grabbed an empty jar off of the bed, spitting it into the jar, then taking the ting that was around him and dipping it in. Cum oozed off of the ring as Cena took his sweet time nibbling a bit of the ring each time he licked off the cum. Soon the jar was empty and the ring was gone.
Cena kissed Orton until neither could breathe anymore, then broke away. Two empty jars rolled around in the bed as Orton and Cena tried to catch their breath. The bed and the room smelled like spices, as Orton looked over at Cena with a chuckle. Things were always better when he just went along with Cena's urges.
"Wow." he shook his head.
"I was really glad they had them, and we were able to do this." Cena breathed,
"Yeah, you seemed extra-gay tonight." Orton deadpanned.
Cena laughed raucously. "As opposed to any other night? Also, extra-gay? Need I remind you who wears the pants in this relationship?"
Orton wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah, daddy. Teach my mind a lesson that my ass won't forget."
Cena made a face, oddly turned on by Orton calling him daddy, but then almost everything Orton did turned him on. "Okay then, you asked for it." and he reached over to grab one of the jars. He climbed between Orton's thighs. "We're really doing this?" Orton asked in surprise. Cena rarely topped, but tonight was apparently an exception.