Done before New Year, Yay!

I'm not really proud of this one, but proud of myself for writing it, because -god knows- I've had real troubles imagining Dolph in anything Smut-related. But I managed it. Hooray (for the boobies)!

Okay, enough rambling and a Happy New Year to everyone who reads this!

(Next will be a threesome with none other than Justin Gabriel... and two others, ha :-P)

Pairing: Dolph/Randy (as requested) - side-note: Dolph=Nick

Title: Let me teach you a lesson

Warning: Smut, Roughness

Disclaimer: I don't own a Dolph-muse obviously but my Randy muse was very helpful with this.

"I heard you were saying you could teach me a thing or two. Is that so, huh?"

Randy had been quite furious when he'd learned that Nemeth had been running his big mouth once again. About him and his abilities. And that fury was still burning inside of him. His gray depths were literally staring the other down as he stood before him, arms crossed over his broad chest, Nick trapped between him and the wall. But the platinum-blond didn't seem to be intimidated one bit.

"Yeah."

"Really now? Like what?"

"For once... how to tan."

"Ha. Sure."

He leaned forward, one arm next to Nick's head, palm placed on the cold steal of the locker. He really wanted to hear more.

"I could also teach you how not to sound so damn monotone on the mic."

"Hmmm... Go on."

"Well... I could teach ya a few more moves. So you don't need to repeat the same five over and over again."

"I see. You know... I could teach you a thing or two, too."

Randy was really damn close now, close enough that Nick could feel the hot breath ghosting over his face, the cold grays staring predatorily down at him.

"Y...Yeah?"

"For example, I could teach you how to respect those who've paid their dues already. And how to keep your damn big mouth shut."

The menacing look in Randy's eyes, the mischievous smirk on his lips and the sexual venom in his voice all told Nick that he had the other right where he'd wanted him, or so he hoped at least. He'd tried for weeks now to get Randy to notice him and now he'd finally managed to. And while other's would've cowed at Randy's tone and that look, he was shivering with anticipation. Surely a dark closet in an almost empty arena had not really been part of his plan, but...

Before he could even grasp another thought, Nick was pushed down to his knees, eye-level with a clearly firm bulge right behind Randy's strained trunks. An image that made his mouth -wickedly- water and his eyes cloud over with pure, black lust.

"Lesson One. Respect."

Randy's grip on his shoulders was firm, but he didn't mind it, the slight roughness turning him on even as he glanced up at the other's features before lowering his gaze to neither regions again. His fingers were already peeling the thin material down strong, wide thighs, his Adam's Apple bopping audibly as he swallowed down the masses of drool forming at the sight in front of him. Clean-shaven, smooth, flawless flesh standing proudly to attention, waiting for him to touch, inviting him to taste it.

He did not even need the order that almost got lost in the thick air surrounding him, the "Go on!" growled out between gritted teeth as Randy stared down at him. He'd already leaned forward, tongue snaking out to take a first tentative and shy lick, the glistening pre-cum tasting salty in his lips as they followed for an intimate kiss.

The brunette's hands were sliding up from his shoulder to his neck, staying there for a few moments until they settled in the platinum-blond hair, fingers tightly fisting it as Nick pulled back to lick his lips. It was an image of pure unadultary pornography that made Randy groan, his cock twitching against perspiring skin and only a few seconds later he pulled Nick back forward again by his hair until his lips connected with pulsing flesh.

Only when his throbbing sex was engulfed by two wet lines, sucked in by one hot mouth, Randy let his head fall back against the wall and his lids fluttered shut. Hands firmly at the back of Nick's head, he allowed him some time to adjust, some space to accommodate, before pushing his hips forward and pressing the blonde's head further down.

"God... Good boy... Come on... Use that mouth for something meaningful for once..."

Randy had a tough time forming full sentences at the moment, his voice raw and husky as Nick's tongue slid down his aching dick and back up again, forcefully pressing against the prominent vein on the underside. The blond surely was not new to that, Randy decided after the first few minutes, rocking his hips against widened lips gently at the beginning before giving in to his urges and getting a bit firmer.

Hands on each side of Nick's head, he reveled in the sexy gurgling sounds and the muffled groans whenever he hit the back of the blonde's throat, nudging it once, twice, three times before withdrawing again to give Nick some air. And then powering back in.

Nick felt his lips stretching and burning already, his throat getting sorer with each thrust, his cheeks wettening, but enjoyed each and every second of it. Hands on Randy's thighs, he rubbed the smooth flesh firmly, up and down, while letting the other direct the pace. Letting the other fuck his mouth, lead him up and down his throbbing shaft.

"Fuck... you are good for more than talking shit... oh Jesus..."

Teeth scraping over pulsing flesh, Nick smirked around the thick length filling and stretching his mouth, increasing the pace himself and earning a muttered growl from the brunette. One that told him he was allowed to finish this the way he wanted. Tongue lapping at the leaking slit when he came up, circling the angry pulsing head, then pressing against the veiny underside on his way down, the platinum-blond made sure to give every riffle the attention it deserved.

Randy was bucking against him mildly, his thighs twitching and his eyes were screwed shut, a sure sign that he was close already and it was the last Nick wanted. He wanted to end this differently. However, when he tried to withdraw, he felt Randy's grip on the back of his head tighten, the other's hoarse voice ringing in his ears as he groaned out the order "Stay!" and from then on, the older was in lead again.

Though Randy would have loved to finish differently, he was not done yet. It was only lesson one to be taught, and he'd do it right, his hands firmly holding Nick's head in place as he thrust into those hot, wet caverns of the blonde's mouth. He'd snapped his eyes open the second the blond tried to pull away, now keeping them wide, staring down at the blonde's head with hunger and desire, the image only fueling his fire more.

Almost unearthly grunts and groans filled the else silent closet, only paired by the slippery, filthy sound of wet bopping as Randy thrust almost violently into the wide-open, inviting mouth, nudging the back of Nick's throat repeatedly.

He could feel himself heating up, the fire in the pits of his stomach burning almost painfully as his balls noisily slapped against Nick's chin. The blond stayed still, not having another chance anyways as he took in the rough treatment with hunger, his eyes watering and his throat burning but his own cock screaming for attention behind the tight confines of his trunks.

A pornographic noise -a mix between groan and growl- slipped past Randy's lips and he tensed from head to toe, pressing his erupting dick as far down Nick's throat as possible. His fingers clamped in the blond locks as he bucked forward a few times, grip not loosening one bit as he held the other in place to swallow each and every drop of his sticky seed.

To his surprise, the younger didn't even try to pull away, only withdrawing when Randy finally loosened his grip... to lick his smirking lips and smack them in an almost pornographically manner.

"Shit!"

It had been the least Randy'd expected, his cock immediately hardening again at the erotic image displayed in front of him, down to his feet, Nick's cheeks flushed, his eyes half-lidded and hungry, his lips swollen and cum-covered. He surely hadn't planned on his own body betraying him like that.

"Fuck... Get up!"

The order was barked though his voice sounded hoarse and strained, slightly trembling even, the grin on Nick's lips growing even wider as he leisurely got up to his feet again. And in the blink of an eye, the blond found himself pressed against the wall, face first, his legs roughly nudged open as Randy's lips ghosted over the shell of his ear.

"Lesson two... My rules, not yours."

His trunks were yanked over his round ass, Randy's hands immediately finding their way to kneading those pert buttocks, a growl of approval slipping past his lips. The brunette had never felt such perfection before, that ass just right to tap, not too small, not too big and the most beautiful apple-shape he'd ever witnessed. He deemed himself lucky to finally be in that position, cock trapped between those globes, rock-hard, rubbing slowly up and down the quivering crack.

Ever since the game had begun, Nick had been quiet, the thought alone bringing a smirk onto Randy's lips. His hands were exploringly roaming over smooth flesh, tanned skin, from round globes over to firm hips as he lined himself up, still slick with saliva. Hoping it would be enough... or not.

"Damn, come on, Orton! Stop the fucking teasing and show me what you... OH FUCK!"

The second Nick's words reached his ears, Randy had felt the urge to just pound that cockiness away, breaching the tight ring of muscles in one go. And FUCK, was it tight. He slumped forward into the sweaty back of the blond, his breathing ragged as he tried not to burst right on the spot, his cock pulsing almost painfully inside those warm, clenching walls.

He hadn't planned on taking this slow, hell, he hadn't planned anything at all, his heart hammering heavy against his ribcage as he withdrew almost completely, letting only his pulsing tip rest inside quivering walls. Nick's pained whimper and the visible shudder cursing through his body told Randy that he had him right where he wanted him, his tongue sneaking out to run across his bottom-lip as his gaze traveled from Nick's head down his tensing back-muscles to his clenching ass-cheeks. Right to the point where his dick disappeared. A sight so beautiful it made him release an almost pornographic moan.

Nick squirmed, hands bracing himself against the wall of the dimly-lit, cold closet as he tried to get Randy to move again, the anticipation growing. He didn't expect anything soft or slow out of this, not the least, waiting for the brutal pounding to finally start, his cock jumping at the mere thought of it. Raw and animalistic, just the way he'd wanted to be taken for once. Feeling utterly sated and completely spent afterwards for once.

"Brace yourself!"

Randy's words sent a shiver down his spine, his breath hitching when the elder's lips ghosted over his neck and seconds later he was filled to the brim again, one rough and powerful thrust stretching him wide.

From then on, the pace was fast and hard, every thrust nudging his legs open even wider, pressing him further into the wall. His ass was not the only body-part aching, his muscles spasming each time Randy sunk into him. White teeth scraping over his neck and his shoulder made him shudder and writhe, his cock pulsing hard, trapped between his solid abs and the wall with no chance to touch.

"Oh god..."

Nick wasn't capable of any coherent thoughts -let alone words- anymore, resting his forehead against the wall as Randy drove into him relentlessly, deep, and he felt his walls starting to burn. But it was a pleasant pain shooting up his spine, each thrust rocking him closer to completion. And with the pace they were going it, it wouldn't take long for him.

Randy's hands were splayed over his sides, fingers leaving imprints on his abs as he held the blond in an iron-grip, his hips frantically pushing himself deeper and deeper into the hot, spasming hole, reveling in those sweet little whimpers and gasps leaving Nick's else so cocky mouth. The younger was gripping his pulsing sex just right, Randy not being able to keep his eyes away from the gaping hole drawing him in each time he withdrew, those buttocks perfectly smooth around him, a feeling of heaven for his aching dick.

Stopping for a moment, before it was over too soon, Randy smirked at the disappointed whine from the blond, withdrawing his hands from lithe hips only to clamp them down on them again seconds later. He took a step back to admire the view, licking his lips hungrily at the image displaying itself to him, Nick so willingly spread out, ass so beautifully red and bruised, sweat dripping down those perfectly shaped back-muscles as they flexed. Yanking the other's hips back further to a surprised yelp, he leaned forward to nuzzle his nose in the drape of Nick's neck, taking in the sweet smell of shower-gel mixed with sweat and pure sex, before pulling back again to plunge back in deep and fast.

Nick's body tensed immediately but relaxed again as soon as Randy picked up his former pace, the younger -slightly bend at the waist now- having enough space to wrap a shaky hand around his weeping length. Only for it to be slapped away again.

"MY RULES!"

The words were growled menacingly, Randy's voice stern and husky making Nick's hand retreat instantly. He was ready to burst, his cock painfully hard and aching to be touched, his body trembling with each single time Randy's dick thrust into him. Until it nudged just the right spot. Releasing a howl of pleasure, Nick's body shook violently, his hands clamping against the dirty wall and his knees weakening. Another thrust and he erupted with a cry that probably echoed throughout the whole arena, body spasming, toes curling, lids fluttering shut. If it had not been for Randy's firm grip, he'd surely slumped down to the floor, but the elder's fingers dug painfully into his skin as he drove himself home.

One, two, three more times and a string of curses that would put Iron Sheik to shame escaped Randy's lips, each "Fuck..." "God damn..." and "Shit..." only drowned out by Nick's heavy panting and rapid heartbeat. He managed to pull out before he exploded, harsh breathing accompanying the shudders of his body as he tucked and stroked at his painfully throbbing sex until he was spent, his sticky essence painting Nick's formerly black trunks in a beautiful white.

Even Randy was unable to keep himself fully upright, his exhausted body slumping forward into a warm, sweaty back, head falling onto a broad shoulder as he panted heavily. It took both of them to somewhat gather themselves again, Nick being the first as he started to squirm under Randy's weight, trying to push himself off the wall but founding himself trapped. Chuckling slightly at the realization, he shook his head and took a deep breathe before turning his head with a wide, cocky smirk.

"And what is lesson three?"

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