EIGHT MONTHS LATER
Today was Randy's birthday. Not only that, but he's one-half of the WWE Tag Team Champions with his fiancée. Nothing would make him happier than to be home with his precious flower, John. It hurts not being home where his awesome fiancée was waiting for him. Not only that, but as he sat in the WWE Press Conference Room, he needed to get some air. More importantly, he needed John and he knew John needed him. "Hunter. I... need to... go..." He sighed, almost as if he couldn't breathe. Hunter looked at Vince, who was talking about WrestleMania and the successful amount of fans it has every year, then looked at a hyperventilating Randy. "We can't talk here. C'mon." Hunter told him as they got up and took a shaken Randy into his locker room. Once he was in, Randy ran into Hunter's arms and started crying. "As much as I want to be champion, I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT ANY LONGER! VINCE IS FUCKING MY LIFE UP!" He screamed. Hunter just held him like he was still a kid. "Let it out, son. I'm here for you." He sighed. He knew that under the tough skin of the Viper, he was someone who needed a shoulder to cry on. "I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO BE WITH JOHN! But I can't because of Vince!" Randy screamed as he clung to Hunter. Hunter felt bad for Randy. He knew how that felt. Whenever he was far away from Stephanie, he would wish he could hold her. Once Randy calmed down, he looked into the eyes of the COO. "Thanks for dealing with me for so long. I appreciate it." "No problem, Orton. It would be different around here had you not come to the WWE." "Umm Hunter?" "Yeah?" Randy jumped on Hunter, wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, and kissed him. Being in the state he was in, where it seemed all was right in the universe, Randy didn't notice Hunter kiss him back until he felt Hunter pull him closer to him. Once Randy jumped down and broke the kiss, he only said one last thing. "Please, let me go see John, Hunter. I need my baby boy and he needs me." Hunter could see how upset his friend was. "Ok. But before you go..." He handed Randy a box. "Happy Birthday." " Thanks Hunter. I'll see you later." Randy hugged Hunter and left as fast as he could. John was waiting on him.
"Damnit, Randy!" John screamed as he looked out the window of his beautiful mansion bedroom. He was dressed in a white jockstrap. The silk white sheets he wrapped himself in reminded him of his one true Prince. Just when he was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, his phone chimed. "Huh?" He sighed. Looking at his phone, he smiled from ear to ear. "I just pulled up. I'm walking inside and I'm going commando right now. And, before you ask, I'm still in my wrestling trunks with my shirt. Wouldn't want to have a birthday without having sex with the greatest man ever!" John didn't want to ruin the surprise by going to find Randy, so he stayed wrapped in the smooth silk sheets. Randy came upstairs, walking into the bedroom. He was shocked. There he was, his John, wrapped in their silk sheets. "Hey baby boy. I missed you." John smiled, getting out the bed and standing in front of Randy. "Well... I had a long meeting with Vince." Randy told him. "Right now... I'm just ready to relax and have time off with you." John smiled. He and Randy got in bed and started to make out with each other. "You know what I got you for your birthday?" John smirked. "What?" Randy had a twinkle in his eyes. Like he was a little kid at Christmas again. John told him to close his eyes, and when he did, he felt John put something around his neck. Then, he held his hand out and John put a ring on his finger. Randy opened his eyes and smiled at John. "Thank you baby. I love them." "I just got one last thing for you. And you're going to love this one." John picked up Randy and laid him on his back. Randy looked at his soon-to-be husband with a questioning look before his eyes quickly shut and his body shivered. After pulling the trunks off Randy, John nestled his head in the crook of Randy's neck and put his hand down between Randy's legs and rubbed his long 10 inch cock. Damn, John couldn't get enough of it. Lately, John has been getting really good at taking dick, but he's always been good giving it. Tonight was all about Randy. John decided to not give Randy what he wanted, instead, he gave Randy what he needed. John didn't say anything to Randy. Randy looked at John and didn't say anything either. Until... "You ready?" "Always." John slowly pushed himself in, waiting to see how Randy would react. And sure enough, he got a reaction. Randy clenched his teeth and closed his eyes while John threw his head back. He started to speed up and Randy couldn't hold back the pleasure anymore. "Harder! HARDER!" He screamed. John did what he was told and pulled out, leaving only the head of his 9 inch cock inside of Randy, saying only one thing with a smirk on his lips.
"I'm gunna wreck you."
Randy rolled his eyes in the back of his head when John pushed himself in and out as hard as he could. The only words Randy could form the entire time: "John! Fuck me! Harder! Faster!" He screamed out as he thrashed his head around. He had never felt so good in his life. John stroked Randy in time with his thrusts. "Shit John... I'm cumming!" Randy shouted as John pushed in one more time before Randy came undone in his hands. 8 shots of Randy's juice covered his chest, abs, and some of it landed on John's chest. That was all that John needed before he groaned in pleasure. "Shit... I'm gonna..." He shot inside Randy, planting a kiss on Randy's lips in the process. John pulled out of Randy, panting heavily. "Happy birthday baby boy." He smiled. "Thanks, Champ. Well, now I'm going to take a shower, unless you want to take one with me." Randy smirked. "I'm game." John said as he followed Randy into the bathroom.