"So what are you going to do about it?" he smiling at the thought.
"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" John teased. "Now shut up and enjoy."
"Sir yes sir!" Randy joked.
John did the only thing that would shut Randy up, and he knew it was what Randy wanted. Leaning down against Randy, he shoved his tongue into Randy's mouth whilst grinding his hips into him as well.
John moved his hands across Randy's body going straight to the hem of his shirt. He felt the warmth radiate from Randy's body as his hands ran over his stomach and up over his chest.
John broke the kiss only long enough to pull Randy's shirt off over his head.
"Don't stop," Randy breathed.
"Wasn't planning on it," Cena countered before moving along Randy's jaw line down to his neck.
Randy took a sudden intake of breath when he felt John's teeth rake along his neck. John knew that Randy was thinking he was being tortured; he could see the look in his eyes. Maybe John was trying to torture him but then, this was payback.
As John continued torturing Randy's neck and shoulders his hands roamed across Randy's body, flicking across his nipples on several occasions. It was only as his hands hit Randy's mid section that he stopped his movements. John worked his lips back up from Randy's shoulders to his lips before moving round to his ear.
"You're going to enjoy this," John promised before grazing the shell of Randy's ear then running his tongue over the same area.
"What do you mean?" Randy asked, puzzled.
With that, John skated down Randy's body so his head was level with Randy's abs. using his thumb he lazily traced the contours of his muscle starting at the top and then working his way down. As he felt Randy relax under his touch, he then felt his strong hands reaching down to rest on the back of his shoulders.
As John's fingers finished travelling, he leant in and followed the same path with his lips and tongue.
"Mmm, John, that feels good," Randy sighed seductively; as John looked up to see his eyes close in enjoyment.
John soon felt Randy's body tense up as his hand skated over the front of Randy's pants and popped the button, slipping his hand in the waistband feeling the abs, hidden by the material.
"Relax, babe," John soothed. "I'm only getting a better look at what you show me every night in the ring."
John felt Randy take a deep breath, trying to relax into John's touch, but he struggled. John didn't want to push Randy; this was the first time Randy had been in bed with another man and no doubt, he was nervous. Leaning back in, John's lips went back to enjoying Randy's lower abs taking it slow as his hands settled on Randy's hips. He could feel the denim slip slightly further down as his hands settled in place. Randy was mewling in delight as John continued kissing Randy's stomach, his fingers starting sneaking further into Randy's pants seeking the edge of his briefs. John smiled to himself.
"Now I know why you tensed up," John teased.
"What do you mean?"
"My man went commando," he said, releasing the zipper of Randy's pants to see his hard member spring out into view. John licked his lips at the thought of taking Randy into his mouth but held off he had something else planned.
"John," Randy groaned.
"All in good time," John said as he took hold of Randy's pants and started pulling them down. When Randy's pants were fully removed John lay back on his elbows and smirked.
"What?"
"Just thinking… you should be a centerfold, Babe," John teased. "Women would go crazy."
"Some men as well by looks of things," Randy said eyeing John's fully erect shaft.
"Maybe I can get my own personal signed photo," John laughed.
"Something like that'd cost," Randy reached over to John placing his hand on his abs.
"I'm sure I can think of a way to repay you," he said leaning in for a kiss, tangling his tongue with Randy's.
His hand travelled down Randy's body and circled round to grab his ass as he deepened the kiss, causing Randy to moan into his mouth.
"You ready for this?" John asked.
John got his answer when Randy mimicked John's actions from moments ago, grabbing his ass and grinded up into John's hips.
"I'll go slowly," John said as his fingers led a trail back round to Randy's hips before wrapping themselves around his shaft.
"John," Randy groaned at the pleasure.
"Babe, I don't have any lube," John said stroking Randy's shaft with a firm but slow movement. "I wasn't expecting to get this far."
"Suitcase, inside pocket," Randy said barely able to hold himself together.
John's eyebrow rose at the fact Randy had lube but decided against commenting. Right now, all he wanted was to feel Randy's tight ass gripping his shaft. He all but jumped off the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube; squeezing some onto his hand he turned around to find Randy propped up on his elbow, head cocked to one side watching John's movements. John walked over to Randy and took hold of his own cock as he spread the lube over it. Randy's hand was soon there stopping him.
"That belongs to be now," he said as he took over from John's hand. "Only I get to play with it."
John groaned at Randy's possessive comment, not to mention his talented hands. He stood there watching as Randy sat on the edge of the bed, eye level with his cock, a look of lust indicating he wanted John's member back in his mouth. John put his fingers under Randy's chin and made him look up. Leaning down in planted a kiss on Randy's lips to distract him from his thoughts.
"Lie down," he said as he broke the kiss.
Randy scooted back onto the bed as John crawled up so he was between Randy's legs. He pulled on Randy's legs, wrapping them around his wait so their hips locked together. He spread some more lube onto his fingers before moving them round to Randy's virgin hole. Circling his fingers round, teasing Randy's entrance.
"Last chance," John said looking Randy in the eye.
"Do it," Randy said taking a deep breath to relax. John leant over him, grinding their hips together, and kissing Randy hard on the lips as he pushed a finger into Randy's entrance, causing a slight moan of pain.
John held his finger still for a moment as he let Randy take control of the kiss as his body adjusted to the invasion. When Randy's kissing calmed John started moving his finger, gently stroking in and out. Randy was soon wanting more trying to push down on John's finger, so John pulled it out and inserted two back in. He started scissoring Randy, preparing him for his dick, before pushing in a third finger, Randy continuously moaning in pleasure.
John stopping kissing him for a moment, to take in sight of Randy's eyes rolling into the back in pleasure. He changed the angle of entry and hit Randy's prostate causing the younger man's hips to buck off the bed.
"Fuck," Randy called out loudly.
John hit the spot again before removing his fingers completely; positioning his cock at Randy's opening, pushing slightly at the entrance.
"Kiss me," John ordered. Randy grabbed John's head down so their lips were level. He sought entry with his tongue, which John readily granted. John once again let Randy take control of the kiss as he pushed the tip of his cock into Randy.
"You okay?" John said, breaking the kiss to look at Randy.
Randy simply nodded, eyes shut tight.
"You sure?"
Again, Randy simply nodded. John flexed hips and sank slightly further into Randy.
"Shit," Randy groaned. John simply froze. He couldn't tell if it was a good moan or not. "Don't stop."
At those words, John pushed the rest of the way in and groaned for the first time at the tight fit. He pulled out slightly and then thrust back in, taking his time so not to hurt Randy.
"John," Randy groaned again. "Faster."
"Anything you want, Babe," John said pulling further out. He pushed back in hard, making sure he brushed Randy's spot with the stroke.
"Oh, god, Randy," he groaned. "You're so tight."
He kept watching Randy as they settled into a rhythm, loving the look on the man's face, knowing he was the cause of his pleasure. Reaching down between them, John took hold of Randy's shaft, spreading the precum over its length using a firm grip.
"John, I won't last if you do that," he moaned trying his hardest not to lose it just from the touch.
"I'm not lasting much longer either," John groaned. "Lose it with me, Babe."
John redoubled his efforts slamming down in Randy's hips as Randy started thrusting up to meet his.
"John," Randy yelled. "Oh fuck, John."
Randy was clawing at John's back trying to pull him tighter to him. John knew Randy was going to leave marks but he didn't care.
"Oh, god, Randy, I'm close," John yelled panting for breath. He slammed his hand into the sheets above Randy's head as he balanced himself to thrust even harder into Randy, hitting his spot every time.
"Yeah… yeah…that's it," Randy yelled still clawing at John's back, digging his fingers in deeper.
"Randy, I'm gonna… I'm gonna," John called out as he shot his load, filling Randy's ass with his cum.
"Oh, god John," Randy yelled fueled on by John's orgasm, he spurt out onto his stomach. "Shit."
John pulled out carefully then collapsed onto Randy panting hard trying to catch his breath.
"Good shit?" John enquired smirking.
"Very good shit," Randy breathed, running his hand over his face. "Now stop fishing for compliments."
John lay out next to Randy tracing fingers over Randy's chest.
"So, what were you expecting?" Randy asked breaking the peaceful silence.
"Hmmm?" John said, not really registering what Randy had said, too busy with his body.
"I said," Randy took hold of John's hand to hold his focus. "What were you expecting?"
John felt a puzzled expression come over his face, he didn't have clue what Randy was asking, was it some trick question to catch him out.
"You said earlier, you weren't expecting to get this far; so I ask again, what were you expecting?" Randy asked. "And come to think about it, how much of that elevator ride was planned?"
John chuckled at Randy's realization.
"I like you in bed, or on it as the case may be, we didn't actually make it under the sheets," John said smiling. "You lose some of that brain power when you're sexed up."
Randy pushed John onto his back, coming over to pin him down.
"Tell me."
"Okay, okay; I didn't plan the elevator, I was just sick of you avoiding me outside of work." John explained. "But, yeah, when you suggested coming by, then yeah, I started planning. Only as far as kissing; maybe a little light touching. You were the one that got me naked."
Randy pushed off John and lay back on the bed. John could see his mind working, coming to the realization that he had indeed made the first move tonight.
"I'm sorry," Randy said covering his face with his forearm. John took hold of his wrist and lifted his arm away from his face.
"I'm not," John said leaning down and leading Randy into a soothing kiss; at least until Randy caught fire again.
"I have a question for you as well," John said breaking the kiss.
"Okay," Randy said looking up at him.
"The lube..?"
"What about it?" Randy asked, confused.
"There's that dazed look again," John smirked. "Why would a married, straight man have lube?"
"You never got lonely, Cena?" Randy almost snapped.
"Calm down, babe, I was only joking," he said at Randy's reaction. "Hell, I bought a bottle after that first kiss."
Randy blushed at the comment, apparently he thought he'd hidden his reaction that night.
"I've got to have a shower," Randy said.
"Another one?"
"John, I'm hot and sticky, I need to clean up," he said indicating his stomach.
"Save the water," John said moving down to Randy's stomach; a seductive look on his face as he swirled his tongue around Randy's navel before dipping in and lapping up the cum.
"Mmm, you can do that all night," Randy said, putting his arm behind his head before reaching down with his other hand to hold onto John's head.
John took his time cleaning Randy up, enjoying the feel of Randy holding him there.
"Now there's something else," Randy said as those they were having a day to day conversation about the weather. "Where did you calling me 'Babe' come from?"
"You noticed huh?"
"How could I not?" Randy said.
"What can I say," he smirked. "It suits you. Now if you don't mind, I was busy enjoying you."
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