A/N: Punishment time! Hope you enjoy! Thanks to everyone who's been reading and reviewing.
As soon as Randy had made it out of the catering area, he all but ran to John's locker room. He knocked on the door and entered.
"John? You here?" he asked the empty room. He heard water pounding in the shower room and walked over. Reaching up he grabbed the top of the doorframe, watching as the spray from the showerhead engulfed John's body.
He knew he should let John know he was there but the sight of his lover under water, completely naked brought back memories from the last time they had sex.
Leaving John to his shower he went and lead down on the bench in the main room; waiting for the shower to stop.
When he heard John's footfall on the tiles he propped himself up on one elbow and watched as John went about his business as though he weren't there, wrapped only in a towel, Randy's mind wandered over John's body thinking of all the things he'd like to do to him.
Lost in his thoughts he wasn't prepared for John to drop towel right in front of him, showing his already hard member from his teasing behavior. He bit down on his lip trying not to let his reaction show.
John started toweling off and spraying his body with deodorant. Randy continued to watch as he pulled on his jeans, pulling his zipper up but not the button at the top. He walked over to the door and Randy heard the lock turn. Randy continued playing oblivious to John's actions; he lay back down on the bench and closed his eyes.
He was concentrating on controlling his thoughts so much that he hadn't realized John had walked up to where he lay.
"Glad to see you showed up," John said seductively, bringing Randy out of his thoughts.
"So am I; I would have missed the show otherwise."
Randy looked at John who was knelt behind him, looking down at Randy's face, a smug but devilish grin forming on his face.
"I was thinking more along the lines of you showing up for your punishment," he said before capturing Randy's lips.
Randy's hand reached up to hold John's head down to prolong the kiss but before he could, John had pulled back.
"I was enjoying that," Randy complained at the loss of contact.
"Too bad," John said moving round to Randy's side. Randy looked over and watched as John eyed him up, finally swinging his leg over Randy and straddling him.
"Now, what can I do to punish you?" John asked with that same devilish grin appearing on his face. He pushed Randy's shirt up to reveal his abs, tracing fingers over the area.
Randy knew that his stomach was John's favorite part of his body. Whenever they were alone John would spend extra time on that area, and every time Randy would see John's eyes cloud over in lust.
"Like what you see?" Randy asked already knowing his answer.
"Shh," John replied licking his lips. "My time. Take off your shirt."
Randy lifted his back from the bench and pulled his shirt from his body. He could see the lust deepen in John's eyes, still completely focused on his upper body. Randy stretched his arms out to the side throwing his head back so he was in the same stance he would pull when on the turnbuckle.
"You think you're so hot," John said lightly. "You wait until I'm finished with you; you'll be begging for it."
Randy smirked at John, knowing that John wanted him as much as he wanted John. He could feel him through their clothing.
John led down on top of Randy, resting his weight on his forearms so as not to crush him. John closed the slight gap taking Randy's lips with more power than Randy was expecting, though keeping it gentle at the same time, not responding to Randy's moans of pleasure. He kissed his way down Randy's neck before sucking lightly on the hollow at the bottom of Randy's neck. Randy hissed in a deep breath as John raked his fingers along his sides while John's lips made their way across his collarbone.
Randy felt John's hands grip his hips tight as he grinded against him. Randy groaned in pleasure as he felt John's hard-on move against his.
"How bad do you want me now, Randy?" John asked continually grinding against him.
"John," Randy moaned.
"Are you begging me Randy?" John teased.
"No," Randy groaned, unable to hold it in.
"Hmm, guess I'm not trying hard enough," he said before lowering his mouth to Randy's nipple.
Randy could feel one of John's hands working his way up his body, tweaking his other nipple while he lightly sucked on the other.
Randy knew that John was loving his body as John's spare hand continued to feel up his abs. he loved the fact that John couldn't restrain himself, his hands and mouth all over his upper body.
"Mmm, don't stop," he moaned quietly.
John slid further down the bench; his lips leaving a trail as they worked their way down to Randy's abs. randy arched his hips up as he felt John's hands reach for the button above his jeans fly. He looked down at John under half lidded eyes. John met his gaze and smirked. John popped the button and then let his hands travel back up Randy's body as his lips worked further down.
Randy knew John wanted him to get but he wasn't going to give in. of course, he wasn't expecting what John did next. Randy watched the purely sexual act as John lowered his head to Randy's crotch, taking the zipper between his teeth, and lowering it carefully over Randy's straining boxers.
"Oh god, John," Randy groaned, he arched his hips again, needing more.
"If I knew you were going to be this loud, I would've taken you back to the hotel," John said pulling Randy's jeans down a little to free his shaft.
"John," Randy moaned again. John worked his way back up Randy's body barely touching him.
"What do you want, Randy?" John asked seductively.
"You," Randy breathed.
Randy let out another moan as John started grinding against him again.
"You got me."
"No… I want…" Randy started.
"Tell me," John prompted him. Randy could hear the need in John's voice. John wanted him to beg.
Randy bit his lip, all he wanted was for John to make him come, but he wasn't about to beg for it.
Randy watched as John moved back down, pulling his jeans off fully. Randy simply lay there in his boxers, strained from his erection. John's hands ran up Randy's legs, softly skating over his defined muscles. As his hands reached the inside of his thighs, they slowed, taking his time to get to know the area.
John traced his fingers over the area, carefully avoiding Randy's covered member.
Randy couldn't help squirming under John's hands, trying to get in a position so John would touch him. Randy though he had won when John lowered his head, but Randy moaned when John simply ran his tongue along his thigh.
"You're killing me," Randy groaned through gritted teeth.
John ignored his comment and walked his fingers up to the waistband of Randy's boxers, before slowly lowering them down, freeing Randy's cock.
"Yes," Randy hissed. "John."
Randy could see how bad John wanted him and he knew he wouldn't last as soon as he felt any touch from him. Randy met John's eyes, silently begging him, but he knew it wasn't enough; John wanted to hear him beg.
John's hands were back on him, feeling every part of his body, except the part he needed him to touch. John was past being gently as well. John's hands and mouth were all over Randy's legs, staying close to Randy's member; ready to take him in as soon as he heard those words.
John's hand snaked up, feeling Randy's abs again as he held him down, not letting Randy arch into his touch.
"Oh god, John," Randy moaned, finally giving in when John's fingers accidentally grazed Randy's member. "Please, god, make me cum, I need it!"
Randy closed his eyes as John sank his mouth over Randy's cock, going all the way down in one motion.
"Oh god…yes…John," Randy yelled as he grabbed John's head holding him down as he bucked his hips up, thrusting into John's throat.
Randy could have died a happy an then as John moaned onto Randy's member.
"Jesus, John," he cried out as the vibrations went through him. The added sensations making him shoot his load into John's mouth.
John worked his way slowly up Randy's member, making sure he got every drop before moving up Randy's body.
"Told you I'd have you begging."
Randy didn't reply, still riding the high that John had sent him on. He looked over at John to show him he couldn't believe John had made him beg. He hooked him arm around John's neck bringing him in for a long searing kiss, feeling John's aching member press against him.
Continuing the kiss, Randy reached down into John's pants and wrapped his hand firmly around John's cock, causing John to moan into his mouth.
"I should make you beg," Randy said breaking the kiss, teasing John's member as he ran a finger along the underside.
"That wouldn't be any fun for you, Babe." John said. "I beg far too easily.
"We'll see," Randy said capturing John's lips again.
He shifted their positions slightly so he had better access to John's lower half.
Spreading John's precum over his dick Randy slowly started pumping his hand up and down John's member.
"Quicker, Babe," John said urging Randy on. "Please."
Randy quickened the pace slightly but still tortured John with his speed, wanting him to beg properly. Randy crashed his lips onto John's, desperate to taste him. He deepened the kiss as his hand started jerking John in a steady rhythm. He felt John moan against him again.
"Babe, please, I need you to go faster," John begged. "Please."
"Anything you want, Stud," Randy said quickening his pace on John's cock.
"Yes, Babe, that's it… shit, Randy…god," John called as he exploded over his stomach and chest.
Randy watched as his lover drifted down from his own high.
"You did that so I'd have to have another shower again, didn't you," John said through closed eyes, though smiling at the thought.
"Actually, I was thinking of something else," Randy said sliding off the bench so his head was level with John's stomach.
"You're not the only one who likes a nice set of abs," he said before ducking his head down and licking up some of John's cum.
Randy didn't take long cleaning up John's abs. as much as he would've liked to go at it again, both he and John had things to do before the start of the show.
After licking the last spot of cum from John's body, he worked his way up to John's lips, taking them in between his again.
"Eyes open, Stud," Randy said softly. "Time to get going."
"Do we have to?" John moaned softly. Randy grabbed his jeans and started pulling them on.
"See, that's a shame," John said, still lying back on the bench.
"What?" Randy asked, puzzled, doing up his jeans carefully, his shaft already semi-hard again after getting John off.
"You, putting your clothes on," John said running his fingers over Randy's abs as Randy sat down next to him.
"Remind me," Randy said smiling at John. "How was it that my clothes came off, while you managed to get them back on?"
Randy was tying his shoes up; unable to remember when they come off. John sat up behind him and started kissing the back of his shoulders while still feeling up Randy's abs.
"Punishment, Babe," John teased. "Besides, you seemed very cooperative."
John scooted off the bench to the far side of the room, grabbing Randy's shirt from the floor where it landed.
"I guess you'll want this?" John asked holding up the t-shirt.
"Cheers," Randy said looking back over his shoulder as he ditched his boxers in the nearby bin.
"What do I get for it?" John asked teasingly.
Randy walked seductively over to John backing him against the wall. He stopped so his lips were less than an inch away from John's. He put his hand on John's waist and looked at him with eyes that told him exactly what he wanted to do.
"Randy," John whispered, staring at Randy's lips.
"Absolutely nothing," Randy whispered, whipping the shirt from John's grip throwing it over his head and tugging it on. Randy laughed as he stepped away from John's shocked face.
"I can't believe you just did that," John said grinning at Randy's behavior.
"It's not nice being teased, is it," Randy said smirking at how easily he had tricked John. He threw John's shirt over at him. "Now get clothes, we've got work to do."
Randy leant against the door as once again watched John get ready. There was something calming about watching John.
As John walked over Randy unlocked the door to the locker room. As he was about to open the door John held onto his arm, stepping in front of Randy, blocking his way.
"Stud?" he asked.
"Just calling it as it is," he told him. John turned around and opened the door.
Randy wrapped his arm around John's waist from behind, pulling John back into him.
"So was that my full punishment?" he asked into John's ear.
He watched as John pretended to do the math in his head.
"I think we're even," John said taking hold of Randy's hand and unwrapping it from his waist, stepping through the door, still holding Randy's hand.
Forgetting where they were Randy pulled John into him and kissed John's lips one last time.
"I'll see you…" John started.
"No wonder you were okay with Cody and I," Ted said as he rounded the corner to John's locker room.
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