Dang! It's been forever since I updated, forgive me! *bows at your graceful and wonderous feet* It's all this stupid school stuff D: That and serious case of writer's block has made it impossible to upload anything. I promise I try harder! There may even be a new story in the works ;) but you didn't hear it from me...

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I sat on the sidewalk, not sure where to go. My chin rested in my palms, the cool Irish air blowing across my skin. I shivered slightly. The show had ended about 15 minutes ago, I guess I was playing hard to get, so I sat outside the arena. My mind was cluttered, I couldn't think straight, but I stood up and began to pace. I wanted to go see him so badly. I finally decided to run back to the back of the arena, near the parking garage. I thought he might be there for some reason.

He was.

He stood outside the same Hummer, talking away on his phone, the slightly illuminated screen was barely visible as it pressed against his cheek. As I walked closer I began to hear the words that he was saying. He chuckled sweetly to the people on the other end. I slowly kept walking, the darkness only showing me his silhouette. Step after step I walked faster and faster until I hit a dead sprint. I felt my eyes water with overwhelming emotion and the air rapidly hitting my face.

He must have heard me because just before I hit him at full force, he turned to face me and started to say something. I jumped onto him, knocking us both over, hitting the hard cement with a thud. I felt his arms around me without hesitation, holding me tightly. I cried as we embraced, laying on the ground. Hes strong abs flexing underneath me as he sat us up.I curled up in his lap as the tears flowed from my eyes and tiny sobs escaped for my throat.

"I was waiting for you," He purred in my ear, recovering from having the wind knocked out of him.

"I was playing hard to get!" I sobbed into his shirt, this made him audibly laugh.

He lifted me back to my feet, and gently pushed me into the car seat. I did up my seatbelt and whipped my nose on my sleeve. He started the car and we took of down the road.

We pulled up at a large hotel building, laughing and singing along with the radio as it played some popular song. I undid my seatbelt and jumped carefully to the ground, Randy came around and put his arm around my shoulders. And in through the giant hotel doors we walked.

We reached his room, his long fingers wrapping around the card key while he slide it into the slot on the door. I walked into the door and watched Randy throw his bag on the ground next the tv. I plopped down in a chair and laughed quietly to myself,

"What's so funny?" Randy pulled his shirt off over his head.

"It's just that this is the last place I thought I would be. In Ireland, I mean."

"Yeah, I know how you feel..." Randy walked into the bathroom, turning on the water for a shower. I walked in after him and sat on the counter, hugging my knees to my chest as Randy stripped and hopped into the stream of water.

"So, uh, what have you been up to?" I watched Randy's outline dance behind the curtain.

"You know, same old, same old..." I mumbled into my knees.

"You still living with... what's his name?" He asked.

"Carter? No, he got engaged and moved out. Now I live-" Maybe he doesn't need to know I live with my mom? "By myself,"

"That's cool, been with any guys recently?"

"No..."

He stopped, "Been with an girls recently?" He sounded unsure.

"NO!" I screamed a little too loudly.

He laughed, "Ok, Ok, just checking."

I sat in silence on the counter as he finished his shower. He turned the water off and opened the curtain, reveling his tan, toned figure. He wrapped a towel around his waist and motioned for me to follow him into the bedroom, where he laid down. I crawled next to him, the scent of his body wash lingered on his skin.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his body, soaking my shirt. I curled up and rested my head on my chest. I listened intently to the thumping under his skin. The beat lulled me, curing my nerves. I felt him stroke the back of my head and I hummed lightly into my hand that rested next to my face.

"What are you humming? It sounds familiar..." Randy spoke softly, breaking the silence.

I giggled, "It's your entrance theme!" I giggled again.

Randy laughed, "Of course!"

He pulled my chin up to him, our faces inches away. His lips brushed softly against mine. He lightly pecked at my lips and smiled.

"How long are you staying in Ireland?" His face touching mine. I didn't dare move.

"Our flight back is in 4 days." He frowned.

"Why so soon?"

"Carter has to be back at work, back to Jacob, his boyfriend, and I have a life to get back too." I looked at his lips, and traced my finger along the line of his neck.

"I don't want you to leave," Randy brought my gaze up to meet his.

I stared silently into his eyes, his hand stroked my side. He captured my lips fully and possessively. He climbed on top of me, removing my shirt. I wrapped my arms around his neck and Randy brought my leg up to wrap around his waist. The heat from the hot shower water still captured by his body was making me hot. I pulled away for a breath and stared at his eyes again.

"Randy," I struggled to say, my throat felt sticky, "Don't, I-I" Randy just looked at me with those amazing eyes. My voice was caught in my throat, but he knew what I meant. He crawled off of me and walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. He pulled them on and sat next to me on the bed, turning on the tv.

He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in tight. I rested my head on his chest, unsure.

"You ok, Dwayne?" He asked, looking down at me.

"Mmm" I mumbled at him.

He patted my head and spoke softly, "I love your hair," He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"I got it done yesterday with Carter," I recalled the event, giggling lightly.

"Its adorable," He sat up, setting my head in the center of pillows. He came back with a small, black, digital camera and snapped at picture.

I shrieked and pulled a pillow over my exposed torso.

He smirked and ripped the pillow out of my arms, snapping another picture, with me falling over onto my stomach.

"Randy!" I cried, "Stop it!"

"I can't help it," he said almost seriously, "You're just too cute."

I looked up at him as the flash went off again.

"Well can I at least put a shirt on?" I looked down at my pasty, thin body.

"Oh, no. I want to capture as much as you as possible." He looked at me through the screen hungrily. "In fact-"

Randy crawled on top of me, tugging at my pants and clicking away at the camera.

I whine and struggled to retain my dignity while the flash caught glimpses of my nether regions.

"Don't fight me, pet." With that statement, I froze, allowing Randy to strip me completely, the camera still clicking and beeping.

"Gah!" I curled up in a ball to cover myself. I looked at Randy as he pushed me onto my back, growling.

The camera beeped.

Randy reached out and touched me. I squealed and swatted his hand away, but he caught my hand and threw it back toward the sheets. He gripped me hard, snapping a photo and sliding his hand up my cock, hardening under his touch. I moaned loudly and he straddled my legs, the camera clicking rapidly.

"Randy," I groaned, "Harder, please." His long fingers worked my dick hard. I thrusted into his hand.

"Why should I?"

Click.

I mewled and gripped my hair as Randy chuckled.

Click.

My mind spun in circles. I felt pleasure and embarrassment. The camera staring back at me and Randy's face, wearing a sadistic grin, right behind it.

"Huh? Why should I, love?" He repeated.

"Ah! Please, I can't take it!" I shouted.

I shot hot spurts on cum into the air, landing on my stomach and Randy's hand.

Randy laughed and put the camera down. He leaned over me, my chest heaving, and kissed me on the forehead,

"That was quick,"

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"Shut up, Randy!"