Randy leant back in the passenger's side of the car and closed his eyes. Although he had dropped the belt to John, Randy still had a fantastic match, dominating the bulk of the match. For the first time in a long while, he felt content.
"You can't seriously be tired, I was the one after all that got beat to shit," John said jokingly.
"You have no idea how tiring it was hitting you with those chairs and kendo sticks tonight. I need to rest."
Since a week ago, John and Randy's friendship had returned to a way in which Randy was comfortable. John had convinced him that he hadn't done anything wrong and that he, John Cena, had been the one to make the move.
This kiss after his statement had helped no end. There was no release of built up passion, it was simply a kiss of loving from one friend to another.
Of course, there was a slight change to the relationship. Randy was extra aware of John's body. Not in a bad way, but he often found himself watching John when they were training, or simply undertaking a day to day task such as driving.
It made for some interesting times in the ring as well. John would catch Randy lost in the moment, lost in his thoughts and have to find a way to snap him out of it without the fans noticing anything was wrong.
John however, would also be the cause of these moments when Randy was pulling promos backstage. John would be stood behind the camera crew and would start making lewd gestures or sometimes simply drink from a bottle of water, spill some down his chin, so naturally he would lift his shirt up to mop himself up, thereby showing Randy his abs.
"What you thinking?" John asked, snapping Randy out of his reverie.
"Just the match," Randy lied.
"The cuffs were a good idea, weren't they?"
"Yeah, but you could of told me you were gonna handcuff us together," Randy said smirking a little.
"But where would the fun be in that?" John asked like a petulant child, although trying to hold back a laugh at the same time.
Randy's shocked expression during their match when John cuffed him was completely real. John hadn't bothered to tell him that part of the plan. He'd managed to pull the match off and go through with everything else planned out, but no doubt, John had wanted to see the look of shock on his face. Somewhere inside, he'd wished he could have been cuffed together longer, but the ref had unlocked them straight after Randy shouted 'I Quit'.
"So, since I'm the champ again," John threw a smirk toward the former champion. "Do you fancy getting a beer with some of the guys?"
"You know, that's for the offer but I think I'd rather get an early night," Randy declined.
Truthfully, although he was more comfortable around John again, Randy didn't want to be around when they both had alcohol in them. He didn't trust himself.
"Don't sulk Randy, you know you'll get the title back at some point."
"I'm not sulking," he said as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. They got out and headed to the elevator; they were both on the fourth floor and had neighboring rooms. They were riding the elevator peacefully when John hit the emergency stop button.
"John, what the hell are you doing?" Randy yelled.
"I thought we talked this through," John said earnestly. "We're just friends, who happened to kiss, twice."
"I'm in agreement, can we get going again?"
"No; if you're in agreement then why can't we hang out together when we're not working? Anytime I suggest it you don't want to."
Randy watched, as John's eyes turned vulnerable, as if he needed him to say okay, needed them to spend time together.
"John, I'm tired," he started, but John was already turning away, going to hit the button to start the elevator again. Randy took his hand to stop him, trying to convey the same kindness John had shown a week ago.
"Maybe you could come by tonight," Randy suggested. "We could have a drink; maybe watch a movie, whatever you want."
"That sounds good," John said looking up at Randy's face.
Randy reached over and hit the button to resume the journey up the last couple of floors; had he just made a date with John?
"Nothing sappy," he warned as they stepped off the elevator.
An hour or so later there was a knock on Randy's door. He wasn't ready, he'd only just got out the shower and hadn't even though about his clothes for evening. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing more than a towel wrapped low around his waist, though covering his legs fully.
The knock came again on the door but before he could say to hold on, John had already opened the door.
"Sorry, am I early?" John said with a blush to his cheeks.
"No, I'm late," Randy said grabbing a shirt and pants from his bag and heading back into the bathroom. "Find a seat and get comfortable, I haven't checked for films yet."
"No problem, I looked them up earlier," John called back.
Randy came back out from the bathroom pulling his shirt down over his head. He hadn't finished pulling it down when he froze. John was sprawled out on his bed, blatantly licking his lips.
"If you're trying to look like Adonis himself, I can tell you, you've surpassed him."
Feeling self conscious Randy suddenly remembered the position of his shirt and pulled it down. Wandering over to the television stand, he grabbed the TV remote.
"I said get comfortable in a seat."
"I just heard comfortable," John said with his dimpled grin.
"Find your movie," Randy all but growled at John as he threw the remote at him, while taking a seat on the floor.
An hour and a half later and the film John chose was still going strong. Next time Randy was going to insist on no Star Wars. He shifted in his position to try to get comfortable but couldn't. Instead, he punched the pillow a little trying to make it squishier before propping behind his back.
"You know," John said, suddenly close to his ear. "You'd actually be comfortable if you were up here with me."
"Somehow I think I'd be molested if I were up there with you."
"You were the one who was conveniently in his towel when I got here," John chuckled.
"I was running late!"
"So you say, but I got back here at the same time and managed to be ready on time."
"Well excuse me for not being perfect," Randy said getting agitated.
"I remember using the name 'Adonis', when I got here, then followed it up with the word 'surpassed', which to my mind means you're better than perfect."
Randy squirmed where he sat. John's relaxed nature about the situation was making things uncomfortable again and he couldn't deal. He jumped up from his seat on the floor and grabbed his keys and wallet.
"How about we catch up with the guys for that drink; I'm bored of the movie."
"I'm actually comfy right here," John said switching off the TV. "I don't want to go out anymore."
Randy visibly gulped as John gave him the most telling, seductive look going. All thoughts of meeting with the others left his mind, all he could focus on now was the man laid out on his bed. He found himself licking his lips at the mere thought of kissing him,
"Join me," John said softly.
Randy made his way over to the bed but stopped when he got close. Having noticed his hesitation, John pulled him down by his shirt so he collapsed on the bed in a heap. Not prepared for John's action Randy found himself eye level with John's abs, which had become uncovered with the entanglement.
He moved his hand up to touch the side of John's body where the welts were still red, John hissed at the touch.
"Sorry, I guess I went a little hard with the kendo sticks."
"It's okay," he started to say. "It was… oh god, Randy."
Randy smiled to himself at John's reaction. He'd felt bad for causing John's injuries so bent his head down and licked the length of one of the marks, to sooth the spot.
"Do that again," John all but ordered.
Randy leant his head back down and ran his tongue along each of the marks. John had his hand on the back of Randy's head to keep him down there as he treated each of his wounds. After he bathed the last of the marks Randy looked up at John's face to see his eyes rolling back in bliss. He put his lips back down to John's stomach placing soft kissed on his abs, pushing John's shirt up as he moved further up.
He loved the fact that he had the cool guy, the laid back, John Cena biting his bottom lip to stop from moaning. He continued his way up John's body following the line of sternum. As he pushed John's shirt further out of the way he grazed across John's nipple. Once again, John let out a small hiss, this time Randy knew it wasn't from pain but pure sexual pleasure. He thought for a second then lowered his lips to John's nipple while reaching up to tweak the other with his fingers.
"Randy, you're killing me," John moaned with ragged breath.
"This shirt needs to come off," Randy said ignoring John's comment. He loved the thought of making John lose his cool.
John sat up on his elbow and whipped his shirt off over his head. Before it had even hit the floor, Randy was back on him, his lips clamping down on the opposite nipple, torturing John.
Randy moved his lips up to John's collar none, running his tongue along the line, unable to resist Randy bit down slightly where John's neck met his shoulders before sucking lightly on the skin.
"Don't you dare mark me, Orton," John said as Randy soothed it with his tongue, still not replying to John's comments. "Randy…"
"Shut up," Randy ordered, taking possession of John's lips.
John's hands went straight to the back of Randy's head to hold him there as he tried to take control of the kiss, but Randy was having known of it. Randy bit down on John's bottom lip causing him to moan into the kiss. As John's lips parted slightly Randy sought entrance with his tongue. John was more than willing and opened eager to taste Randy fully.
Randy could feel John squirming beneath him, trying to grind his hips into him. Randy put his hand back on John's body and slid it slowly down, grazing slightly with his nails but avoiding the bruised areas on John's stomach.
As his hand reached John's hip, he slowly traced his fingers along the waistband of John's pants; his lips still locked in an embrace with John's.
John raised his hips from the bed all the while moaning into Randy's mouth, begging him to release the pressure that was building in his pants.
Unable to hold back anymore Randy undid the button on John's pants as the zipped hissed open from the strain behind it. Randy broke the kiss to look down at John's member causing a tent in his boxers.
"Like, what you see?" John panted in his ear, before planting soft kissed down Randy's neck. "It's all yours."
Randy moved down the bed and took the edges of John's pants and boxers in his hand. Taking a deep breath he pulled down and released John from his clothing; his thick shaft standing prominent.
For a moment, Randy simply sat back on his elbows, taking in the view.
"Randy?" John asked unsure from the loss of Randy's touch. Randy looked up and met John's eyes. "If you're unsure we can stop."
Randy considered it for a moment; this would be his chance to stop things before they out of hand.
"Screw it," he said before shifting position so he was mere inches from John's cock. Without warning, Randy shot his tongue out and then ran it from base to tip, swirling it around the top before teasing the slit.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," John screamed grabbing the sheets either side of him to stop from thrusting down Randy's throat.
Again, Randy found himself smirking at the reaction he was getting from John. Randy swirled his tongue around the tip as couple more times, lapping up the taste of John's precum; then started lowering down on John's shaft.
"Oh, God," John moaned. "Keep going."
Randy acquiesced to John's request and slid further down his shaft; swirling his tongue around as he went.
"Randy," John was panting hard. "Randy."
Randy reached his hand out and cradled John's balls, squeezing gently to add to his enjoyment. The extra pressure caused John to thrust his hips forward, causing Randy to swallow to allow more room in his mouth as John's dick was now hitting the back of his throat.
"I don't know how much longer I can last…Randy…please," John begged.
Randy doubled his efforts as he bobbed up and down on John's shafts sucking harder and rolling his tongue over the tip on his way up. Randy felt John's dick tense up and knew he was about to cum.
"Randy…God…yes… Randy," John yelled out as shot after shot of cum went into Randy's mouth. All Randy could do was swallow as more spurted out from John's dick.
"Fuck…Randy," John called one last time as he came down from his high.
Randy glided up John's body, lazily placing kissed on his chest as he went by, before claiming his mouth, knowing John would be able to taste his own cum in Randy's mouth, eliciting another small moan from John.
"Does that make up for the beating I gave you earlier?" Randy asked with a chuckle as he lay on his side next to John.
"I'd say yes," John said, looking over at Randy, he pushed Randy onto his back, straddling him in the process.
"What are you doing?" Randy asked amused, taking in the sight of Cena on top of him, completely naked. He ran his hands up John's strong legs, but John took hold of them and pinned them above Randy's head.
"I'm claiming my victory prize," John told him. "And you Mr. Orton are wearing too many clothes.
6