Title: Beg Me
Summary: Randy Orton has his eyes set on a certain someone and rejection isn't even in the picture.
Warning: More f-bombs and a lot more kissing.
Randy looked down at John's body, contemplating whether he should do anything. He didn't want to hurt John, nor make him completely scared of him. Suddenly a knock on the door, interrupted anything John and Randy were thinking.
Without waiting for a response, Cody and Ted walked in. They each blushed at the sight before them, or at least they did a damn good job faking it. Randy didn't mind how he was positioned, or were he had his hands. On the other hand, John was freaking out mentally and physically.
His body was on fire and inside his head thoughts raced in and out, not giving him enough time to understand anything. Randy pulled his arms from underneath John's shirt and turned to look at his team mates.
"Is there something you both need to say?"
"Well . . Uh . ." Ted replied, licking his lips.
Randy ushered him on and said, "Well? Spit it out!"
"Err . . We kind of dropped the keys down the sink."
"Are you fucking kidding me? How could you be so clumsy?" Randy yelled, climbing off of John and pretty much dragging Cody and Ted with him downstairs.
"Shit." John whispered. He needed a plan to escape, and he needed it fast. He began yanking his wrist apart, trying to snap the rope, which only gave him rope burn. He sighed and looked around the room.
The dim light, didn't give much visual, but something gleamed from across the room. Aha! A pocket knife. Slowly he sat up in the bed, trying to make it creak, and he hopped over to where it shined.
"What do you think you're doing?" A voice came from the doorway.
He whipped around his head around, causing him to become very dizzy, and he noticed the voice belonged to Ted Dibiase.
"Just looking for a bathroom." John replied, way to quickly.
"The bathroom, is on the opposite side of the room." Ted said, suspiciously, walking over to where John stood.
"What were you really doing? Hopefully not trying to run away. We wouldn't be very happy." Ted whispered.
John was lost for words and Ted had pretty much caught him. He tried to move backwards, only resorting in falling to the floor. Ted kneeled down and grabbed John's chin. He leaned in to place rough kisses on his mouth, then down his jaw, and along John's neck.
John closed his eyes in embarrassment and he could hear, footsteps climbing the stair, with yelling following it. Ted quickly pulled away just in time, to see Randy and Cody enter the room. Cody bowed his head and Randy had rage written all over his face.
He paused mid-walk and looked at the two men. Before he could ask, Ted said, "He was trying to run away, but I caught him before he could go anywhere."
Randy looked at Ted, then John, then at the pocketknife. He walked over and put the knife in his back pocket and then said, "Good job for keeping a close eye." He gave a pat to Ted's shoulder and then glared at John, changing his tone of voice, "And you . . You need to punished for what you tried to do. Ted, Cody, please leave the room."
They left without a sound and Randy once again placed John on the bed. "Do you have a fucking death wish or something?"
"No, I just really really hate you!" John hissed, looking into Randy's eyes. Randy's arm came flying out, before John could realize it, and it landed right on his left cheek. It left a stinging sensation on John's face and he cried out at the contact.
"There will be no back talk in this house, and if you do, you already know that punishment." Randy growled, before standing up and towering over John.
"We're going to have some rules and if you don't follow them, there will be severe consequences." John sighed in defeat.
"First rule is you follow what anybody tells you. You don't give them smack and you certainly do not disagree." John would have a hard time following that one.
"Second rule is you will only speak when spoken too. Got it?" John nodded and he received another smack. "What the fuck was that for?" John spat, narrowing his eyes.
He received another hit and Randy asked once again, "Do you got that?"
Tears filled John's eyes and he replied, "Yes . ."
"Third and final rule is you will call everyone in this household, Sir. Understand?"
"Yes sir. ."
"Good boy, and when you things correctly you will be rewarded."
John opened his mouth to say, "I don't want to be rewarded by any of you." But he shut his mouth quickly. Randy leaned down to place soft kisses on John's lips.
As Randy made his way to leave, he said, "Oh . . Dinner is almost ready. I'll have Cody and Ted to carry you downstairs. Remember what I told you." He warned, before exiting the room.
John silently cursed to himself, "Fuck you sir."