They saw a little girl with long dark hair in a pony tail come running through the kitchen entrance and down the hall into Glen's outstretched arms. "What have I told you about running?"
"Not to, but I missed you," the little girl said almost cunningly. She then stopped hugging Glen's neck and looked curiously at the Alanna who had a death grip on Randy's jean clad leg and was starring shyly at her. "Who are they, daddy?" she asked.
"This is Mr. Orton, Mr. Cena and Mr. Orton's little girl, Alanna. Everyone this is Taylor," Glen introduced everyone.
Taylor waved to everyone as she went to Mark's outstretched arms to hug him and said, "You forgot to say Uncle Mark too, daddy."
"Happy Birthday Taylor," Mark said in a soft voice as John and Randy stared surprised at the man. He never used his soft voice before so it shocked them when they heard it.
"Thank you, Uncle Mark," Taylor said politely as she squirmed out of his grasp and walked up to Alanna holding out her hand. "Come on let's go play."
Alanna looked up hopefully and when Randy nodded, the two girls skipped off down the hall holding hands. Randy watched amusedly as the girls skipped away and then turned his attention to Glen. 'She must take after her mom, because the only thing that resembles you is her eyes. They are the exact same shade of hazel as yours are.' He smirked when he saw the color creep up Glen's cheeks.
Glen put his head down in an attempt to hide the blush, but it didn't work without his hair. Nobody ever paid attention to his eyes before except when they noticed his blind one.
They walked along the short wall until they reached the opening to the kitchen. The archway opened into a nicely spaced, modern country style kitchen. White ceiling, light yellow painted walls, dark wood moldings, cabinets and table with marble counters and white tiled floor.
There was a little white haired older lady bustling around the kitchen, pulling delicious smelling baked goods out of the oven and setting them on racks to cool.
Glen smiled fondly and watched. "Hi Martha, I'm back," was heard as Martha turned around with a smile for the whole group.
"A good aftah noon to ye, Mr. Glen," the older lady said with a slight Irish accent.
Glen just chuckled, bent down to give Martha a friendly kiss on the cheek, "Now Martha, you've been around too long for that kind of talk."
"Aye, I have deary," she said motherly as she swatted him playfully in the chest with the towel she carried.
Glen chuckled and walked off to show the rest of the house. They stood in the living and saw a set of stairs in the middle of the room leading to a horseshoe shaped second floor with multiple doors on each side of the stairs on both levels. There was an open door at the end of the hallway on one side of the stairs that looked like it took up most of the back and Glen announced it was the master bedroom without showing it. The door next to that one was Taylor's bedroom and her room was done in light and dark pinks making it look like a little princess room. Down the other hall there were two more bedrooms. One of the doors was closed and that one was Hunter and Shawn's room, the other one was John and Mark's room.
While John and Mark got their things situated in their room, Glen showed Randy the second floor. The back room, though not as large looking as the one on the first floor would be Randy's room. It was a tranquil yet rich looking room with a light, almost white looking blue paint with mint green highlights. The bed had rich, grey blankets on it and dark grey floor length curtains covering a sliding glass door that led to a small balcony. There was a bathroom half painted in medium lavender and light/dark grey tiles on the lower half of the walls. There was also another bedroom and an office down the other hallway.
After the tour, Glen announced that he had some business to attend and headed to his office followed by Mark. Shawn and Hunter disappeared to their room, John went to take a nap and Randy decided to explore outside around the property.
He hung on the fenced pasture and watched the horses play for a while and then decided to explore the back property. He walked behind the barn and saw a small opened shed. When he got to the door he peeked in and saw that the back was a half heavily fenced-in area that opened up to the wilderness beyond. He also noticed a workbench that stretched across the back opening of the shed had guns strung on top of it. Being an avid hunter, he walked in to look around. When he got to the bench, he was impressed with how many different types of guns and ammo that Glen owned. He couldn't help but pick out a rifle, load it and aim it at targets littering the range.
Concentrating on his shooting, he didn't sense or hear another presence until a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and lips and hot breath were felt on the back of his neck. His next shot went wild when those hands lifted his shirt and lips moved on his neck.
"Fuck Glen," he moaned as lips hit a particularly sensitive spot right beneath his ear.
'I think you need a lesson in concentration' the thought ran through Randy's mind as Glen continued his ministrations.
"Nooo...uhh," Randy managed incapable of thinking it.
'You're going to have to try harder than that if you don't really want me to continue. Now lift your arms' Glen ordered and pulled the shirt off as Randy lifted his arms.
Before the shirt even fell to the floor, Glen had his arms back around Randy's waist while lips and tongue worked the tattoo on his back. 'I've always wanted to do this. Now concentrate. Pick up a gun load it and fire.'
Randy was finding that hard to do while talented hands mouth worked his body over and the hard body behind him started rutting against his ass. His body already sweating and shivering with pleasure; his cock rock hard and all he could do was moan and groan.
Somehow, he found the strength to follow Glen's instructions. He picked up a hand gun, loaded it, aimed and fired. The shot rang out and he barely missed the bulls-eye of a target.
'Good, now do it again,' came the command, but Randy was beyond listening then. His body acted on its own and he somehow managed to set the gun down instead of dropping it. He leaned back, arms wrapping up around Glen's neck to pull him in for a passionate kiss.
Glen almost lost control in those simple movements from Randy. His own body sweaty and lost in pleasure as Randy started to push back against his groin. 'Damn...Randy' was his only thought as he felt Randy push his tongue past his lips and explore his mouth.
Glen quickly dominated the kiss when he shoved his tongue into that delicious mouth and moaned loudly as he tasted everything that was Randy. Both men were carried away with insatiable feelings as moans and groans were heard. With their bodies moving against each other and knowing they wouldn't last much longer, Glen's hands moved to undo Randy's jeans and pull them down. As they hit the floor, he undid his own and sighed thankfully against Randy's mouth as cool air hit his rigid and throbbing cock.
Sweat dripped off both bodies as Glen's hands went to Randy's ass cheeks and pushed them so that his cock could more friction. 'God Randy...uhhh you feel soo good pushed against me. I just wish we had more time so I could be inside you.'
Randy groaned into Glen's mouth and grounded faster against Glen at this thought causing Glen to almost lose control and had to release Randy from their kiss to take a deep breath to stop himself from cumming. Glen glanced over Randy's shoulder at his red, throbbing cock and smirked knowing the man wouldn't last longer neither.
"Randy ….fuck… fist yourself," he ordered when some of his control came back. He watched as Randy brought his hand to his own erection and started to move at the speed of Glen's thrusts. Glen groaned in pleasure at the sight.
Soon both men were moving, moaning and groaning erratically until they both felt that tightening of stomach muscles. Glen determined that Randy cum first, bit his shoulder and happily watched as Randy breathed a sharp breath in, shuttered and long streams of cum covered his stomach. After watching Randy cum, Glen only had to thrust a couple more times before he came all over Randy's back.
Glen trying not to put any more pressure on Randy's already tired body, kept an arm around him and reached for a clean gun towel to wipe both of them off.
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