"I don't want to hurt you." Cena muttered quietly.
"Maybe I like it when you hurt me." Randy shrugged, still looking up at John.
There was so many things wrong with that statement, but John didn't want to think about that. Instead he bent down and crawled on top of Randy, forcing his mouth against Randy's lips.
He wasn't gentle.
John let out a growl as his hands reached forward, wrapping around Randy's wrists. Shoving his tongue into the younger man's mouth, John pinned Randy's arms on either side of him, his fingers gripping Randy's wrists much harder than necessary. To his credit, Randy fought back. He writhed beneath John, tan, muscular body squirming back and forth, his tight stomach rubbing against Cena. As nice as it felt having Randy rub up against him, John decided that the struggling needed to stop. Moving his lips from Randy's mouth down to his collarbone, John bit down on the smooth skin, his tongue lapping at the bright red mark that the bite left behind. Randy moaned whorishly at that, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as John continued to suck on his collarbone. He didn't stop struggling though; Randy bucked his hips upward, and John saw stars as he felt Randy's hard on hit his thigh. Rolling his own hips forward, John thrust against Randy, causing the younger man to cry out when John's swollen cock pressed into his ass. He must've liked it, though, because the next time John bucked his hips forward Randy met him with a thrust of his own. Their hard cocks bumped into each other that time, and John let out a hiss of pleasure as he pushed his hips forward, rubbing his own hard dick against the tent in Randy's pants, loving the feeling. The whole time John's grip on Randy's wrists was tightening, his nails practically digging into the skin. Neither one seemed to notice though as John leaned forward and shoved his mouth once again against Randy's, his teeth biting down on Randy's lower lip.
"Take your pants off." John ordered as he pulled away from Randy's mouth, staring down at the Viper with a mix of rage and lust.
Randy smirked and—as John slowly released his grip on Randy's wrists—reached down, his fingers grabbing the waistline of his pants. Yanking the fabric down, Randy quickly pulled his pants off, his throbbing cock springing into view. John couldn't help but smirk down at Randy as he realized that his lover hadn't worn any underwear. To his surprise, Randy actually blushed a little, his face turning red under John's probing gaze. John didn't know why Orton would be embarrassed; he was stunning. Cut ab muscles, a tapered waist, thick thighs that were perfect to grab onto during sex… John leaned forward, his body almost smothering Randy's slightly smaller frame. Letting out an animalistic growl, Cena pressed his lips against Randy's throat, drawing his tongue across the warm skin. Randy whined at that, writhing beneath John, his face still flushed red. His lips tugging on the skin, John sucked hard on Randy's neck, teeth scraping against the flushed flesh. Randy actually cried out as John bit down, and that was when John saw his opportunity. Reaching around, John gripped both of Randy's wrists in one hand and quickly pinned them above Randy's head. Pulling away from Orton's throat, John smirked down at his lover as Randy suddenly realized the position he was in. His icy eyes narrowing, Randy snarled in protest, wriggling back and forth beneath John, not liking how helpless he was at all.
"What…the fuck are you doing?" Randy hissed, thrashing beneath John, the muscles over his stomach tightening as he twisted back and forth.
"Shut up, you're going to like it." John grinned, suddenly trailing a finger of his free hand down the middle of Randy's stomach, causing goosebumps to flare across Randy's tan skin.
Randy's pale eyes widened as suddenly John's hand went lower, and then he arched his back as he felt John wrap his hand around his aching cock. Moaning lowly, Randy threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as John began to jerk him, his hand moving lazily up and down Randy's dick. Then John's thumb rubbed across the head of Randy's erect cock, and the younger man couldn't help but cry out loudly, bucking his hips against John's touch, his dick sliding easily in John's hand.
"Fuck! Please…" Randy whined, biting down on his bottom lip as John's fingers expertly tugged at his dick.
"Please what, Randy?" John asked quietly, his hand still moving slowly up and down.
"Please…faster…" Randy moaned, thrusting his hips upward, his cock shoved into John's touch. The younger man's face was flushed bright red, and he was bucking his hips in time with John's hand, forcibly sliding his cock in and out of John's fist.
"What was that?" Cena growled, still continuing his tortuously slow jerking of Orton's dick. Randy begging was just so damn sexy.
"Please Johnny…faster!" Randy whimpered, arching his back up, his eyes closed, his teeth biting down on his lip in pleasure.
Cena didn't know why, but somehow Randy calling him 'Johnny' was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. He quickened his pace, his fist jerking up and down Randy's cock, fingers tugging at the sensitive skin. The younger man keened in ecstasy, thrusting his hips upward as Cena's hand worked his dick, the feeling of John's fingers sliding over the head of his cock nearly enough to make him burst right then and there. Cena must've realized he was about to come, for he suddenly let go of Randy's dick, earning a moan of protest from the man beneath him. Reaching down, John fumbled with his jeans, his nimble fingers quickly unbuttoning his pants and yanking down the zipper. Pulling his jeans down his legs, John couldn't help but smirk arrogantly as his hard dick sprang into view and Randy's eyes widened.
"On your knees." John growled, leaning back and finally releasing his grip on Randy's wrists.
Randy's cock was aching so badly he didn't even protest as he rolled over, crawling onto his hands and knees. Spreading his legs, he lifted his hips in the air while lowering his shoulders, knowing that sloping his body downward would give John a fantastic view. He was right: the sigh of Randy, naked, his ass high in the air, his dick swollen and begging for release was like a scene straight from a porno. Kneeling behind Orton, John spit into his hand and then reached down, giving himself a few quick rubs. Positioning himself behind Randy, his knees brushing against Randy's legs, John reached forward, his hand gripping the Legend Killer by the hips. His nails digging into the skin, John slowly thrust forward, pushing his thick cock against Randy's tight, pink entrance.
"Fuck, Johnny…" Randy groaned, his fists gripping the sheets of his bed, "You're so fucking big…"
John pushed forward more then, burying himself in Randy, moaning as Randy's tight heat encased his cock, nearly choking his dick, Randy was so fucking tight. And then he pulled out before ramming himself back in, and Randy cried out in pain and pleasure, his hands fisting the sheets so tightly his fingers were starting to hurt. John pulled out again, and then again and again he thrust into Randy, his hands holding Randy's hips in place as he bucked into him, nails digging into tan skin. And then John picked up the pace, shoving himself deep in the younger man before yanking himself back out and ramming him again and again, his balls slapping Randy in his thighs as John fucked him fast and hard. His dick sliding in and out of Randy as fast as possible, John groaned loudly as he thrust into Randy, again and again and again his dick was shoved into his lover hard, causing Randy to practically scream in pleasure. Suddenly he pulled out, and then John flipped Randy onto his back before climbing on top of him, positioning himself between Randy's legs. Wrapping his arms around John, Randy dug his nails into John's back, clawing John's light skin as Cena spread Randy's legs and thrust back inside of him, his huge cock stuffing Randy full. Pounding in and out, John fucked Randy, his swollen dick hitting Randy's sweet spot every time he rammed into him.
"Mmm…Johnny!" Randy cried out, his hands pressing on John's back, pulling the older man into him, matching each of John's thrusts with the bucking of his own hips.
"You want to come for me, Randy?" John huffed, reaching between their bodies and wrapping his hand once again around Randy's practically bursting cock.
"Ah…yes, Johnny! Please!" Randy screamed out as John began jerking his dick again, his hand moving furiously up and down.
John continued pounding into Randy, his hard cock sliding against Randy's sensitive spot, causing the younger man to arch his back up, his hips moving in unison with John's bucking. His fingers sliding up and down Randy's cock, Cena continued jerking him hard and fast, his thumb rubbing against the head of Randy's cock, his fingers circling over the warm flesh as he continued to pump his hand up and down. The combined sensations of John fisting his cock and John's own dick stroking his prostate was too much for Randy: moaning in pleasure, his body twitched and then he came in John's hand, his dick shooting thin streams of white liquid, his already tight ass clenching even tighter around John's thrusting dick. John groaned loudly as he felt Randy come, the sight of Orton shooting his own cum onto his stomach and the feeling of Randy digging his nails into John's back sending him over the edge. Ramming himself harder then ever into Randy's hot ass, John came, his dick jerking inside of Randy, spurting hot liquid into Randy's ass. Still deep inside Randy, John collapsed on top of him, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, a thin sheen of sweat coating both their tired bodies. Laying on top of Randy, John could feel the Viper's chest rubbing against his own, his tattooed arms beneath John's, his still quivering thighs bumping against John's own legs.
Suddenly Randy was pressing his hands against John's chest, and then he was muttering something about going to clean up. John got the message and rolled off of him, laying on his back, his head resting on one of Randy's pillows. Turning his head to the side, John watched as Randy stood up, carefully making sure that none of the stickiness on his stomach or between his legs came in contact with the sheets or blankets. Orton slowly walked into the bathroom, and then John squeezed his eyes shut as Randy flicked the light on. The brightness didn't last for long; Randy shut the door, and then John heard running water. Randy was quick, in less then five minutes the light turned off and he walked out of the bathroom, his naked body limping toward the bed slowly. As he climbed back into the bed John could smell soap; a mix of lavender and maybe vanilla. It was nice, he decided as he scooted over, making room for Orton, the cottony sheets sliding across his back. Earlier John had been angry, but now all he could feel was a calm contentment washing over him.
"Are you ok?" John asked quietly, sitting up slightly.
"Huh?" Randy looked at him as he wriggled underneath the blankets, laying on his back.
"You were limping." Cena stated, looking down at Randy.
"Oh…yeah." Orton shrugged, "It's…it's been a while since I've…you know."
"Did I hurt you?" John asked worriedly as he frowned.
"Don't worry about it." Randy shrugged again, not meeting John's eyes, "Like I said, it's just been a while. It's not your fault."
"I guess I should get going…" John sighed, looking out of the corner of his eye at Randy, waiting to see his reaction.
"This is the part where I'm supposed to invite you to stay the night—right?" Randy snorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he looked up at John with a knowing grin.
"Yeah," John nodded with a laugh, "I guess it is."
"So…Johnny," Orton batted his eyelashes goofily, "Want to stay the night?"
"Do you even have to ask?" Cena grinned back at Randy, "And where did 'Johnny' come from?"
"You know," Randy shook his head, frowning seriously, "I really don't know. Guess I just like the sound of it."
"Yeah," John gave a soft smile, "I think I like it too."
When John opened his eyes the next morning, it took him several panic stricken seconds to figure out why he wasn't in his own room and why there was something very warm resting on his chest. He was lying on his back, the thin sheets wrapped around his waist, and a certain Legend Killer resting his head on John's chest. One of Randy's arms was thrown across John's stomach, and his brunette head was rising and falling with John's torso as he inhaled and exhaled. He was dead asleep still as Cena peered around the room, trying to figure out what time it was. Judging from the amount of light seeping through the blinds that covered the sole window, it had to at least be noon. That wasn't good…not good at all… It was Monday, and that meant RAW, which meant that Barrett would be looking for him very soon—if he wasn't already. Shifting his body slowly, John reached an arm over to the nightstand where his silvery cell phone was sitting. Trying hard not to move too much, John flipped his phone open, suppressing a resentful groan as he saw two missed calls from the leader of the Nexus. And a voicemail…shit. To make matters even worse, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon…fuck, John hated sleeping in like that. It always made him feel like he was wasting half his day. Placing the phone back on the nightstand, John reached his hand up and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Laying in bed with Randy draped across him was extremely comfortable…he wanted so badly to just roll over and go back to sleep, the Viper curled up in his embrace. But he couldn't. He had to get out of there; he didn't want Barrett to start physically looking for him.
Placing a hand on Randy's shoulder, John gently pushed the younger man off of him. Orton didn't even flinch as he rolled onto his side, the tribal tattoos staining his back on full display as he faced away from John. Randy curled up comfortably, burying his head into the pillow, the steady rhythm of his breathing never faltering despite his complete change in position. John sat up, smiling down at the sleeping man. It seemed Randy was a heavy sleeper, judging from the way John could push him half way across the bed and not even wake him up.
John had learned a lot about Randy last night. After the awesome sex, they'd stayed up talking for almost two hours. They talked about everything under the sun: favorite movie, favorite music, favorite color, favorite fast food… They'd talked and laughed all night until eventually they both drifted off to sleep—still naked, of course. John learned that Randy loved war movies, that 'Saving Private Ryan' was his favorite, but that he still had a soft spot for 'The Lion King'. He learned that Randy absolutely hated the color pink, loved orange and red, and was still unsure of how he felt about yellow. Randy confessed to him that he had been bullied in middle school—but that all changed when he had a growth spurt in high school and shot up to an astonishing six-foot-four. Randy told John that he liked video games when he was growing up, and that the Mortal Kombat series was hands down his favorite of all time. They'd then gotten into a deep discussion over who was better: Scorpion or Sub-Zero. No matter how long they argued, John had been unable to convince Randy that Sub-Zero was the best ninja the series had to offer, and Randy had been unable to convince John that Scorpion's 'Get over here!' phrase alone made him the best MK character of all time. Everything they had talked about had been so trivial, but somehow John loved it. It amazed him that he and Randy could sit around talking about such stupid stuff for two full hours and not get bored…
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, John stood up, shivering slightly as he felt the cool air hit his naked body. Bending over, he scooped his clothes up off the ground, hurriedly shoving them back onto his body. It was after he finished dressing that he noticed one of the hotel's notepads resting on the nightstand, a pen set right beside it. Grabbing the black pen, John quickly scribbled Randy a note, not wanting Orton to wake up alone and get the wrong idea. Satisfied that Randy would know why he left so abruptly, John turned and headed towards the door, trying to remain as quiet as possible. Pulling the door open, he tiptoed outside the room, turning around to shut the door as slowly and silently as he could. Pulling the door closed behind him, John straightened up and turned around…
He found himself face to face with John Morrison.
"Well, I was wondering who 'Johnny' was." Morrison smirked knowingly, reaching up and running a hand through his luscious brown hair, "Guess I know the answer to that now, huh?"
Morrison was standing before John in a light blue shirt and tight jeans, his hands on his hips as he looked up at Cena. He had a sly twinkle in his eyes as he grinned up at John, revealing a dazzling smile.
"Oh, uh, hey Morrison." Cena said quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets, "I was just, uh, talking to Randy about tonight—"
"You can save your breath, Johnny." Morrison chuckled, his grin growing even wider, "You know, if you don't want people knowing about your new relationship, I suggest you teach your boy how to be quiet. A few more nights like that and the whole hotel is going to know what's going on."
"You heard us?" John winced, frowning deeply.
"Cena, I'm in room 513. I was practically getting a play by play of the whole thing." Morrison laughed, flipping his shoulder-length hair to the side, "But seriously, when I heard Randy screaming 'Johnny', I didn't think it would be you. I mean, you were the last person I expected Randy to be bringing home. Guess you have a weakness for bad boys, huh? Can't blame you there…"
"Listen, Morrison," John interrupted him, knowing that Morrison could jabber on for hours if he let him, "You can't tell anyone! If Wade finds out ,both me and Randy will be in huge trouble—"
"Cena!" Morrison scowled deeply, jutting his hip out with defiance, "Now, I can be a bitch when I need to be, but did you really think I'd run off and blab to someone? Come on man, don't you think better of me then that?"
"Right, sorry. Thanks." John smiled in relief, his hands still buried deep in his pockets.
"Well, if you're leaving Randy then I'm sure you've got somewhere you've got to be. I'll see you later, Cena." Morrison turned around, heading towards his door, his white shoes striding across the soft carpet.
"Hey Morrison!" John called out.
"Yeah?" The Shaman of Sexy turned around, giving John a friendly smile.
"You think you could do me a favor?" Cena asked carefully.
"I'm probably going to regret this, but sure." Morrison sighed, though he was still grinning.
"You think you could keep an eye on Randy for me?" John continued, frowning slightly, "Wade's getting worse every day, and after all that's happened I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to pull something on Randy…"
"Wait a second," Morrison raised an eyebrow incredulously, "You want me to keep an eye on Randy? The Viper? The Legend Killer? WWE's Apex Predator? You want me to watch out for him?"
"You know how the Nexus is." John scowled, narrowing his eyes, "If any of them dared to face Randy one on one he'd destroy them. But they play the numbers game, and no matter how good Randy is they keep on getting the better of him."
"Don't worry Cena," Morrison nodded, turning and heading towards his room, "You can count on me. I'll watch out for Randy—so long as next time you guys decide to get naked you gag him or something! Seriously, you guys were keeping me up last night!"
John couldn't help but laugh loudly as he turned around, heading towards the elevator. He had to admit, as shitty as the last week had been, today was turning out very nicely.
A big thank you to all my reviewers! Ok so, I have this idea for the fic I'll be doing after this one, and if ya'll could give me your input on it, it'd be much appreciated! I want to do a pirate fic featuring Randy, Cena, the Hardys, Edge, and Christian primarily. And when I say pirate fic, I mean sword fights, drinking rum, searching for treasure, raiding towns, the whole works! What do you guys think? Sound interesting? Yay or nay? Ya'll's opinions will most likely determine if I do it or not-so please please review and tell me what you think!