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Chapter 4: Emotions & Complications
(Randy's POV)
John turned around and walked up to me...
"Yeah?
"So you... you sure... you won't... tell anybody?"
"Cross my heart..."
"Not one word. And you acknowledge that I'm still straight.."
"Yes. And so am I."
"Okay."
"Okay."
We stared at eachother...
"So.. should I-?"
"Yeah," I told him. "Go ahead."
He swallowed hard and reached to unbutton my jeans...
... I jumped slightly at his touch.
God, this was so fucking weird...
I watched as he pulled the zipper down slowly... and reached into my boxers...
"Remember I'm not too good at this kind of stuff," John stated, stopping his hand. "So..."
"I don't care," I said quickly. "Just..."
... He nervously took my dick out of its confinement...
I shivered as his cold fingers touched my skin...
John pulled his towel above his knees in order to kneel down in front of me properly...
As he came face-to-face with my cock, he looked away...
"Randy, I don't think I can-"
"Please, John," I pleaded, putting my hand on his head..
I lightly brushed my hand over his crew cut, slowly..
"Please... Just do it... for me..."
He didn't say anything...
But he wrapped his hand around my dick and started pumping it...
I stifled a moan and closed my eyes...
God, that felt so good...
mmmmm...
"John..." His name escaped my lips...
Speaking of lips...
"John... John, open your mouth," I told him.
"WHAT?"
"Open your mouth..."
"But-"
"Please..."
"I thought I wouldn't have to do that..."
"You don't... But I want you to..."
"Randy-"
"John." I rubbed the top of his head again... "C'mon..."
That must've worked because 5 seconds later, he pushed his hot mouth onto my cock and I almost came on the spot.
"OH GOODDDDD..." I groaned, clenching my teeth...
"Fuck, fuck... fuck, John... uhhh."
I didn't expect him to be some skilled blowjobber, he's never even done this before...
All I expected was...
... for me to feel good.
And I did.
Big time.
He sucked my cock long and hard...
His lips were wet and slippery almost like an actual vagina...
I moaned repeatedly and bucked my hips toward him, sending my cock deeper down his throat..
He choked a little, but in my daze I couldn't bother to ask if he was okay...
"Fuck John," I mumbled...
That's when the sensations took over me and I grabbed his head forcing it down onto my dick...
He choked even harder as I hit the back of his throat...
His hands were on the sides of my legs as I thrusted myself in and out of his hot mouth...
Soon, I could feel myself about to blow...
John kept sucking as hard as he could and I moaned louder and louder...
"Fuck... Fuck... Oh shit... John, I'm... I'm gonna-"
Before I could warn him completely, I groaned and exploded into his mouth...
The stuff kept coming and coming and pouring into John's mouth...
... as if it just wouldn't stop.
I shivered and watched as the white substance dribbled out the sides of mouth and fell to the ground...
He pulled away from my cock and choked out the rest of the semen onto the floor...
Good thing there were tiles instead of carpet.
I drained out the rest of my dick onto the floor next to him...
John sat on the ground, cross-legged and was breathing hard...
He spit out the last of "me" in his mouth and wiped his lips off with the back of his hand...
After I fixed myself up, I stared at him for a while and he stared at the floor...
"John," I said.
"...What?"
"Thanks..."
"Whatever..."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"I made you...-"
"You didn't make me do anything."
"... Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure? I mean... I basically choked you..."
"Yeah. I know. I was there."
"So you aren't upset?"
"Kinda pissed? Yes. Upset? Nah..."
"Thanks John."
"You said that already.."
"Yeah but... seriously... I can't imagine any other ...guy... who would do that for me... Though honestly I don't think
I'd ask any other guy anyway.."
"Guess that's why I'm your best friend.."
"I guess so."
John still hadn't looked up at me yet...
"So, did you... like it?" he asked.
"Of course I did.."
"Good for you then..."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Then why won't you look at me?"
He didn't say anything.
"John."
That's when I noticed the slightest bulge coming from under his towel...
I held my hand out to him. "Get up."
...He grabbed it and I pulled him up.
I looked down at his hard-on...
"John, I could..." I trailed off...
"No, no," he said, with his hands up. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes..."
But I couldn't resist...
I put my hand on his hard-on and rubbed it...
"Don't... don't do that," he said, weakly...
"Let me help you John," I told him.
"Randy..."
"You helped me... I should help you... I'll return the favor, John."
I pressed my hand against him...
He whimpered softly...
"I wouldn't feel right putting you though something like this without me doing anything either... It wouldn't be fair."
I pressed even harder and he moaned ...
Then I let go.
I moved my hand to his chest and guided him back to the couch...
"What are you doing?" John asked as I sat him down.
"Just be quiet," I replied.
He did as I said, and I eyed his towel.
Well, nothing can be done with that thing on...
I tugged at the white cloth and he eased up so I could unwrap it from his waist.
I threw it on the ground and looked at his naked body...
Holy Fuck...
John really had muscles everywhere...
He must've thought I was just gonna do one thing because when I began unbuttoning my shirt his eyes widened..
"What are you doing?"
"John, this would seem a lot less weird if you'd just do what I say and shut the fuck up, alright? I'm trying to help you remember? If you don't like it, no problem, I'll just leave."
Cena kept quiet.
That's what I thought...
After I disposed of my shirt, I got down on my knees between his legs...
I looked up and John was watching me...
"John, I want you to enjoy this. Like... you're the only person I can ever count on... You're always there... You're always worryin about others more than you worry about yourself... You really care too much, John. It's time I started caring about you... more."
(Third-Person POV)
John showed the slightest smile.
"Thanks, Randy... That means more than you know. Thank you."
{{*NOTE: JOHN CENA HAS TWEETED THAT EXACT SENTENCE BEFORE, BTW ^_^*}}
"You're more than welcome. Now sit back... and relax for me. Alright?"
John nodded and leaned his head back on the sofa...
... Randy turned his attention to John's huge... throbbing, member...
Wrapping his hand around it tightly, Orton began stroking his friend up and down...
... slowly...
"Oh God..." John moaned.
Randy smirked. "You like that Cena?"
John nodded, eyes still closed.
After a few minutes of pumping John's dick to its full 10 inches, Randy took a deep breath...
"John, open your eyes."
He did and looked down at Randy...
...
Randy opened his mouth slightly as he slowly bent down towards John's cock...
He kept his eyes on Cena the whole time...
John's heart raced...
He watched as Randy's mouth slowly engulfed almost all 10 inches of his pulsating cock...
"OH FUCK..." John squeezed his fists and groaned...
"OH GODDAMN IT... SHIT... FUCK, RANDY..."
He could feel Randy smiling around his dick before he started sucking...
Randy took his time bobbing his head up and down John's huge length, savoring the taste of his best friend...
This was still weird as hell in Randy's mind, but he couldn't deny how fucking hot John Cena got him...
He could feel his hard-on stretching his jeans again...
Randy swiped his tongue along every inch of Cena, while sucking as hard as he could...
It felt so good, John held Randy's head and pushed him further onto his leaking cock...
It was Randy's turn to almost choke...
But he managed to deep-throat John without much problem...
Randy looked up at him with a sly/sleepy look in his eyes that just sent John over the edge...
"Oh God... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... UHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!"
John shivered and groaned as he came hard in Randy's mouth...
Orton closed his eyes tightly as John's warm cum filled the depths of his mouth...
...
Randy didn't intend on swallowing it all so after the last drop, he spit out the rest onto the floor...
...then he wiped his lips with two fingers... and looked at John...
John's mouth was hung open and he was breathing harder than ever...
Randy watched him for a while until Cena met his gaze...
Lust filled both their eyes, but neither said a word...
...
That's when Randy stood up, held John's shoulders, and laid him horizontally in the couch...
...
Then he slowly crawled on top of John...
... Their crotches were touching...
They looked at each other again...
...
Randy turned his head slightly to the right...bent down...
...and kissed John's lips...
At first it was soft and gentle...
Then John pushed his tongue inside Randy's mouth and it turned into a rough, wet, make-out session...
They grinded their crotches together, creating an unbelievable friction between them...
(John's POV)
I moaned into the kiss as I felt myself (and him) get extremely hard...
He sucked on my tongue and ran his fingers along my chest...
Oh God, this feels so fucking good...
Randy grinded against me so hard that I started feeling myself coming again; causing the front of his still-present jeans to get wet...
The extreme warmth and wetness made us groan together as we took a break from the kiss...
Randy's icy blue eyes looked into mine and he said, almost in a whisper, "Sixty-nine..."
At first I was confused... then I thought about it...
...and smiled.
He turned around completely, causing his crotch to position over my face and his face over my cock...
I unzipped his jeans... took out his giant hard-on... and stroked it for a few short seconds.
...
...
Then we went down on each other simultaneously...
We moaned as we engulfed each other's meat...
(Randy's POV)
The sensation... the ecstasy... the pleasure...
...was so over-whelming...
I started thrusting hard into John's mouth and he did the same to me...
Oh... holy fuck... this feels... oh God yes...
As if we were in each other's minds, we wrapped our hands around each other's soaking cock and stroked as we sucked as hard as humanly possible...
...
...
Then John began to lick and suck on my balls, I moaned before doing the same thing to him...
"Copy-catter," he said.
"Fuck you," I told him.
...
...
After a long while in this position, John came hard in my mouth and I came in his...
This time, however, we didn't spit anything out, we swallowed as much as possible as the rest trickled out of our mouths...
I was surprised when I tasted something sweet like vanilla instead of saltiness...
John must be eating super healthy...
...and drinking a lot of milkshakes...
I climbed off of him and plopped down onto the floor...
My heart was still racing so I took a few deep breaths to slow it down.
"Wow..." John said, suddenly.
"Wow..." I repeated.
"That was, um..."
"... Intense."
"Yeah..."
"I think I need to go take another shower..."
"Me too..."
"There are two shower heads in there," John said. "It's huge."
I caught onto what he was trying to say...
Minutes later, we were showering together...
We tried facing separate directions as to not stir things up...
But that didn't work...
We ended up making out against the wall and touching and sucking all over again...
Finally, we got out of the bathroom and walked into his bedroom.
I had grabbed my collar shirt on the way, but the front of my jeans and the underwear I was wearing was still very wet...
"Hey you gotta pair of pants... and some boxers... that I can borrow?" I asked John.
"Yeah, sure."
He threw me some dark jeans and blue-checkered boxers...
"You sure these will fit?" I joked.
"Haha very funny, but you should know that I'm only a size bigger than you."
"Alright then..."
I unwrapped my towel and threw it onto the floor, then put on the boxers...
I could feel John watching me from behind...
...
I smirked.
After we put on our clothes on, John sprayed some Axe all over his body, put on his big silver watch, and his silver dog tags...
(I borrowed his cologne.)
"Breakfast at the diner?" he asked me.
"Yeah. I'll meet you there."
"Cool. I'll ask some of the other guys and girls if they wanna join."
"Cool."
We walked to the front door but before John opened it, I grabbed his hand.
"John."
He looked at me.
"Yeah?"
I scratched the back of my head...
"Look... I don't... I don't know... what this is..."
"What, what is...?"
"What this is... between us."
"..."
"I don't want to complicate things. I mean, Samantha is STILL my wife. I'm not gonna cheat on her... with anybody."
"And you didn't..."
"Then what did we just do?"
He shrugged. "We just... fooled around, I guess. We didn't... like... have sex or anything. And I honestly don't plan to."
"Yeah, I don't either..."
"Randy."
"What?"
"Is this ever gonna happen again? Or is this a one-time thing?"
"What do you want it to be?"
"I don't really care. I'm just glad you aren't still sexually frustrated like before, and that I helped you out... as a friend. I don't expect to be with you or anything. Do you?"
"No... I was just wondering."
"Okay."
"Thanks... again, John. I don't think words can explain how good you made me feel..."
"No problem... I'm sure you'd do the same for me."
"I did."
He laughed. "Alright, then."
I smiled and he opened the door.
Out in the parking lot, I was opening the door to my car when I heard someone call my name.
I turned around to see Chris Jericho coming over to me.
"Hey Chris," I said, as I opened the car door. "John and I are heading to the diner for breakfast, wanna come?"
"Do I want to come? Hm... lemme see... not really, but apparently you did..."
"What?"
"That's why you walked into Cena's hotel room..."
"What the fuck are you talkin about?"
"Oh you know what I'm talking about Randy. I saw you come out of his room with a different pair of pants on, after staying in there for like an hour... It's obvious you two fucked."
"That's disgusting. And I went to borrow these pants because he owed me. We were just talking you idiot."
"You're lying."
"Fuck you, Jericho. Mind your own business."
"Oh but since I know it IS my business now. And the fact is, I know you and John's little secret... and I'm willing to keep it; under ONE condition."
I glared at him but said nothing.
"You have to give me a blowjob back at my hotel later tonight..."
"WHAT?"
"You heard me."
"That's SICK. No fucking way..."
"You seemed to like it when John did it to you..."
"I said NO."
I got into my car and closed my door...
I put the windows down only because it was hot outside and Chris leaned over to me...
"Fine. Then I guess I'll have to tell everyone about your little fling with Cena..."
I gripped the steering wheel so hard, my knuckles were turning white...
"Fine," I said through clenched teeth. "You'll get your fucking blowjob."
"Sweet. I knew you'd see it my way, Randal."
"SCREW YOU," I spat.
"Well, if you really want to..."
I drove away.
Fucking little Prick, I thought angrily, as I pulled out onto the road...
I knew this shouldn't have happened...
This was a huge mistake...
I should have never went to John's room...
I should have never let him do that to me... and I shouldn't have done it back.
I shouldn't have stayed so long... I shouldn't have changed my pants...
I shouldn't have let my feelings and emotions get the best of me...
I can't trust Jericho...
He'll turn this whole situation into a giant mess...
...whether or not I do what he tells me to do...
He'll play me...
He'll screw me over...
He'll still tell everybody...
He'll ruin everything...
UGH!
I punched the steering wheel.
Calm down...
Maybe...
Just maybe...
Jericho will just satisfy with that one deed...
And he'll just forget all about me and John...
Yeah, right.
O_O
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