Ok, this was gonna be a one shot, but Randy and Jay won't leave me alone, so here's part 2. Still don't own anything but the dirty mind. Hope you enjoy!

Rosie

After the Fall

Chapter 2

They made their way to the locker room, stopping to talk to and accept congratulations from some of the other Superstars on the match. Sheamus ran up, shaking Jay's hand and apologizing again for the brutality of his attack.

"Don't worry about it man, that's the way the game's played," Jay told him. The big Irishman always apologized, it was funny really. Jay clapped him on the shoulder. "It'll be your turn next week," he told the redhead.

A grin crossed the pale face, and he went away, his conscience soothed.

Randy tugged at Jay's arm, anxious to get showered and get back to the hotel to spend some quality time with Jay. A grin crossed his face as he replayed the end of the match in his head. When Jay had hugged him in the ring he had whispered in his ear, telling him what he wanted to do to Randy's suddenly excited body. He shivered, impatient and horny.

Jay grinned at him, "What's the matter baby? You in a hurry?" he asked as they walked into the locker room.

Randy nodded, blushing a little.

Jay pulled him close, kissing Randy softly. "Get undressed, we both need a shower. You can wait that long can't you?"

Randy bit his lip, nodding as he sat to unlace his boots. Jay watched the play of muscles under the bronzed skin of Randy's back as he fought with his own boots. He peeled off the sweaty spandex, grabbing their shower bag. He went ahead of Randy, calling over his shoulder.

"Hurry up slowpoke."

Randy finally got his knotted lace undone, standing and shucking out of his trunks, and heading quickly after Jay. He stopped and watched as Jay stretched in the cascade of hot water, his eyes travelling the long length of his lover's body.

"Come on babe, the water's great," Jay teased.

Randy grinned as he ducked under the hot water, sighing happily as Jay's fingers worked shampoo into his hair. He returned the favor, his fingers tugging at the silky blond hair. He stiffened as Jay pulled him close, kissing him hungrily and caressing his face.

He moaned when Jay turned him, the older man's hand wrapping around his cock and stroking lightly. Jay's lips traced the lines of the tattoo on Randy's back, making Randy shiver.

"Jay stop, someone might walk in," Randy pleaded, moaning as Jay squeezed his cock harder.

"You afraid someone might find out you're my bitch?" Jay asked, biting Randy's shoulder as he pressed himself against Randy's ass.

"No Jay, I don't care, but in public…"

Jay grinned, running his hand down Randy's back, smacking his amazing ass.

Randy moaned again, now pressing back against Jay.

"You know you want it slut," Jay said, "don't lie to me."

The hot water cascaded over the lovers as Jay poured body wash in his hand, lathering Randy's back and ass, his long fingers delving into the cleft between the perfect globes. Randy hissed as Jay thrust a finger inside him. Pleasure and pain filled him, and he leaned his head against the cool tile of the shower wall.

"Hands against the wall," Jay instructed, "and spread those pretty legs."

"Jay please," Randy begged, doing as Jay said.

"Please what slut?" Jay asked, adding a second finger.

Randy spread his legs wider. "Please don't stop," he moaned.

Jay grinned again, knowing Randy couldn't see him. He finished his rough prep, rubbing more of the silky body wash onto his cock.

"Tell me what you want," he told Randy, sliding the head of his cock against Randy's tight hole.

"Fuck me Jay," Randy said, leaning farther, pushing his ass against Jay.

Jay snapped his hips, burying himself in his younger lover. Randy cried out, his muscles tightening around Jay.

"Fuck you feel amazing slut. So tight," Jay whispered.

Randy's hands were clenched into tight fists against the wall as he fought to relax. Jay pulled back, slamming back in, loving the loud whimpers spilling from his boy's mouth. He angled to hit Randy's sweet spot, brushing it, making Randy groan.

"Like that do you?" he asked, reaching around to stroke Randy's straining erection.

Randy nodded, biting his own wrist to keep from screaming as Jay pounded into him. The twin sensations of pain and pleasure raced through him, pleasure winning as Jay jerked him. Randy's hips moved, alternately impaling himself on Jay and forcing his cock through the tight ring of Jay's fist.

"Ahh fuck Jay, harder, fuck I'm gonna cum." Randy panted, bucking wildly against Jay.

Jay drove hard into Randy, his own release coiling low in him. He tightened his fist around Randy, feeling the younger man tense, hearing him cry out as his muscles tightened and thick ribbons coated the wall and Jays fingers.

Jay lifted his hand to Randy's mouth, letting Randy lick his sticky fingers.

"Good boy," Jay panted, groaning loud as he filled Randy's ass. "Such a good boy."

Jay rested his head on Randy's back, waiting for his heartbeat to slow to normal. Randy finally turned, wrapping his arms around Jay, lips meeting softly, spent bodies fitting together.

The figure in the doorway stepped back, unnoticed by the lovers. As he slipped quietly away, he cupped his hand around his hard length.

Soon, he thought, soon.