"Jesus, Johnny, that feels good," Randy moaned as his lover slowly rocked his cock in and out of his body, pushing him closer to completion.
"How good, Babe?" John moaned his question into Randy's ear, sounding as though he could lose it at any stage.
John started attacking Randy's neck and shoulders with kisses, working his way down his spine.
"Johnny," Randy moaned again.
"Tell me," John ordered as he took hold of Randy's hips, he pushed his cock into Randy's prostrate causing the younger man to scream and held himself steady, as he remained deep within Randy.
"Johnny, please," he moaned trying to move against John.
"Tell me and I promise to make you cum harder than you ever have before," John breathed, trying to remain calm himself. "How good does it feel, Babe?"
"It feels fucking fantastic," Randy shouted. "Every time you push into me you touch every inch of my insides, it feels like a million orgasms."
"Then cum for me, gorgeous," John said as he pulled nearly all the way before thrusting back in, pulling on Randy's hips to make himself go even deeper. "Fuck, Randy,"
"Randy," he heard through the daze in a singsong fashion. "Randy."
"Mmm, Johnny," Randy moaned.
"Wakey-wakey, sleepy head, you're missing your birthday," John chuckled.
Randy rolled onto his back in bed and his bleary-eyes opened, landing on John, sat on the side of the bed. His dream suddenly coming back to him as he felt his hard cock twitch under the sheets. He grabbed the sheets around him, immediately regretting it as John glanced down the bed toward his mid riff.
"What are you doing here so early?" Randy asked, trying not to draw any more attention to his lower region.
"It's 8am, Babe, we said we'd start the day with breakfast," John said bringing his eyes back to Randy's face.
Randy was grateful that John didn't comment on his obvious condition. Instead, he stood up and made his way over to the sofa the other side of the room. Randy was once again grateful as he would be able to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom without seeing John's smirk.
He was about to switch on the shower, his bed sheets still wrapped around his lower half, when he turned and found John stood in the doorway.
"You're welcome by the way," John said, the smirk Randy wanted to avoid plastered on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked, trying to play it cool.
"You know what I'm talking about, so don't play dumb; you only get that way when we're actually having sex," John said turning to go back in the main room. "At least I know I still get to you."
Groaning, he switched on the shower, dropped the sheets and stepped in. Usually he would choose to have a cold shower when he was in this state, but it was too late. No amount of ice would help his situation. Letting the hot water fall over his body, he rested his head against the shower wall, bit his bottom lip to withhold any moans, and took hold of his erection, knowing it would only take a couple of strokes to make his shoot his wad against the wall.
Ten minutes later, he exited the en suite, with just his boxers on, having forgotten to take his clothes, and busied himself without looking up at John.
"Took care of yourself, huh," John commented, the humor at the situation evident in his voice.
"It's called a cold shower," Randy lied, he voice laced with annoyance. "And it's rude to point out such situations."
He could see John's shoulders rising and falling in laughter from the corner of his eyes and wished he could make the situation go away. He went back into the bathroom to grab the discarded sheets so he could return them to the main room, but decided against it knowing John would just start laughing at him again.
"So where do you want to go for breakfast?" he asked, still not looking at John.
"Somewhere quiet," John replied. "I want us to be able to talk without needing to shout over the noise."
Randy went over to his new phone, which sat on his bedside cabinet, to check for messages. He was hoping for one from Sam and Alanna, but there was nothing. Just a couple from his colleagues, Paul, Dave, and a few others.
"Do you know anywhere around here?" Randy asked absentmindedly.
"Not a clue," John said chuckling once more.
"Come on let's go," Randy said grumbling. "We'll ask at the desk."
Randy grabbed his wallet and headed to the door. He was about to open the door when he felt a pair of hands on his hips. He closed his eyes, remembering the dream he was having before John woke him.
"We're not going anywhere until you tell me what upset you," John said wrapping his arms around Randy's waist. "If I did something, I'm sorry."
Randy shook his head without turning around to face John.
"I was just embarrassed," he stated. He reached down and laced his fingers with one of John's hands.
"I'm sorry for making it worse," John said pressing his forehead on the back of Randy's shoulder.
"You didn't," Randy said. Using his free hand, he opened the hotel door and pulled John out with him. "Come on, buy me a birthday breakfast?"
John smiled up at Randy and looped his arm around Randy's waist as they walked to the elevator.
A couple of hours later and Randy had persuaded John to go shopping with him to the local mall. As they pulled up in the parking lot, John groaned.
"Randy, I now I promised to spend the day with you, but this place. Look how crowded it is," John grumbled. "We'll be attacked by fans within five minutes."
"That's what these are for," he replied, reaching across John and pulling baseball caps and sunglasses out of the glove compartment. "Please, Johnny."
John grimaced at the pout Randy pulled. How could he deny him? He grabbed one of the sets of caps and sunglasses, shaking his head at Randy's grin as it spread across his face.
"You should do that more often," John stated as he climbed out the car.
They made their way inside, once again linking hands. John was a little nervous in case anyone spotted them, especially considering they were holding hands, but he didn't want to disappoint Randy.
John smiled as he watched Randy saunter up to a nearby shop window, looking at the clothes before pulling him into the shop. Since they had started spending time together, Randy seemed more comfortable with his sexuality and would often get lost in thought when John got near him.
He wondered if that was because of his failing marriage or another reason. Either way, for the first time since their breakup, Randy seemed relaxed and genuinely happy.
"What do you think?" Randy asked bringing John out of his thoughts.
Randy held a shirt up for John to see. Although he liked the top, John wasn't sure it would suit Randy. Most people thought Randy wore dark colors because of his personality, but they were confusing him with the character he played on TV. Randy wore dark clothes, because they brought out his features; made him even sexier than when he wore just boxers.
"It's not really you, gorgeous," John replied.
"I wasn't thinking of me," he said walking over to John. "You need some new clothes, I hate to tell you this, but you've worn that top twice this week."
John lightly hit Randy on the arm for his insolence, "I'll have you know I thought long and hard about this outfit."
"Apparently without taking into consideration what you'd already worn this week," Randy chuckled. "Come on; let's find you some other bits to try on."
Randy happily pulled him through the store, choosing different tops and pants for John to try on. Although he was the most fashion conscientious wrestler in the WWE, Randy never steered clear of John's preferred style. Only once or twice trying to get him to buy a shirt, reminding him of his own condition for spending the day with him.
"So I can't take you to McDonalds, then?" John joked as he went into the changing rooms with Randy.
"You can take me anywhere you like," Randy said. "You may not get a second date..."
"Who knew you were hard work," John said from inside the booth. "I don't remember having to spend a lot of money last time round."
Randy shook his head smiling at John's comment, "Last time we didn't date, we went straight to bed."
Randy looked over as the both next to John's opened and the man that exited looked him up and down, ass though undressing him. Randy rose an eyebrow at the obvious ogling look, the man gave him.
"He's taken," a voice said harshly from the direction of John's booth.
The man suddenly looked ashamed and walked out of the changing rooms. Randy looked back toward John, a smile spread across his face.
"That was mean; he can't help staring when Adonis is…" Randy said, suddenly stopping as he took in what John was wearing.
"Is what?" John asked.
"That's not the outfit I put together," Randy said licking his lips.
"Oh, sorry, which pants were supposed to go with the shirt?" John asked, thinking Randy disapproved. He turned and reached into the booth, the shirt riding up a little. He usually wore a shirt slightly longer than this one, maybe Randy could find a different top for him.
"Oh god," Randy muttered under his breath. John was wearing the white Firetrap detain shirt he picked out to wear with the shirt pants, but instead John had paired it with the stretch denim jeans he'd picked up. He watched as John reached into the booth and the shirt rode up showing how well the jeans hugged his hips and ass. Hell, even the way the shirtsleeves hugged his biceps was a turn on. He adjusted his owns pants, feeling himself reacting to the sight before him. Thankfully, when John had turned back he was more in control of himself.
"Which pair?"
"I'd say, I made a mistake. The jeans go best with that shirt. Shirt pants would ruin it," Randy said. "I'll tell you what, get changed and I'll go… do something."
John chuckled to himself at Randy's sudden retreat.
"I know, I know, you just want to get checked out again," John said to Randy's back. The taller man swung back around and showed the John the finger, smiling back at him.
The two men left the store after purchasing John's new outfit and Randy didn't hesitate in throwing his arm around John's shoulders as they walked along. John pulled Randy into an electronics store, wanting to check out a new iPod, since his was starting to play up.
Randy teased him, saying it was just because he played the music too loud, and it would be cheaper just to learn to use the volume control.
After a few more shops, and some more outfits for John as well as Randy; John pulled him over to a jewelers. John tried on a few watches and managed to get Randy to try a few as well. John watched Randy carefully to see which one he liked the best, planning to come back to purchase it as a birthday present when Randy was distracted.
Soon enough, Randy declared he was hungry again, and John directed him to a quiet restaurant downtown where they could eat. When they arrived, John took Randy by the hand and led him into the restaurant and asked for a table near the back so they could have some alone time.
Rather than taking the seat opposite, John slid in to sit next to Randy. They ordered their food and drinks and sat back in the corner booth.
"So, you have a good time so far?" John asked, turning his body to face Randy, propping his head up on his elbow as he rested it against the seat.
"I got to go shopping, I'm definitely having a good day," he joked, mirroring John's position. "And it's been made all the better by having you here as company, though."
"I can't believe how much fun I've had shopping; I hate it usually."
"You've never been shopping with me; look how good I can make you look," Randy said reminding him of the numerous outfits he helped John put together.
They went on talking light-heartedly, both of them the other's arm from time to time. They shifted position so their legs were almost touching and instinctively John rested his hand on Randy's thigh, causing Randy to sigh at the touch.
"Sorry, I didn't mean…" he went to remove his hand but stopped when Randy grabbed his wrist.
"I didn't mind, I like it when you touch me like that. I can't help but react to it," Randy explained.
John didn't but his hand back on Randy's thigh but instead, trailed his thumb gently across Randy's cheek.
"Do you like that as well?" John asked softly.
Randy closed his eyes and put his hand over John's, turning his head into his hand and placing a soft kiss on the palm. He opened his eyes and gazed into warm blue eyes. He could tell John wanted to kiss him, but wasn't expecting him to actually lean in. They were about to touch lips when they were interrupted with the waiter bringing the food to their table.
Reluctantly the couple separated and turned toward the table so they could eat. It was quiet for a few minutes as the men took in what had taken place, or at least what was about to take place if they weren't interrupted.
Wanting to break the silence, John took his some of his salad from his plate and placed it on Randy's, "You're more likely to eat it."
"Careful, people will say we're acting like a couple," Randy teased, while smirking at John's actions.
After they finished their plates, they looked at the dessert menu, considering whether to have anything. Randy fancied the chocolate fudge cake as a treat but said if he ate it; it would be sending him to sleep in the afternoon. He excused himself to the bathroom, leaving John at the table. He called for the waiter, who brought the tab, and asked whether it was possible to get a slice of the fudge cake to go.
He paid for the meal before Randy returned and argued with him. John wanted to make sure he had the best day and that meant John was paying.
They exited the restaurant with Randy wondering what John had in the box.
"I'm not telling you," John chuckled as he climbed into the SUV they were driving.
They made their way back to the hotel and headed to Randy's room. Randy hung up his new clothes and suggested he do the same for John's new outfits, though John declined the offer.
"So what do you want to do now?" John asked, spreading out on Randy's small sofa.
"How about we just relax and watch a movie," he said picking up John's outstretched legs and sitting next to him, resting John's legs on his own.
"Have you got any DVDs on you? We don't want a repeat of last time," John teased.
Randy shoved hard at John's legs pretending to pout at his comment. He hadn't realized he pushed that hard until John toppled off the edge of the sofa.
"Serves you right," Randy said laughing as John picked himself up off the floor. "It's not nice to tease."
"That's where you're wrong Orton; it's very nice to tease," he said laying his head in Randy's lap.
"Uh huh; I suppose we did learn something that day," Randy looked down at John, who had his eyes closed. "We know you're louder than a porno."
John's eyes flicked open at Randy's comment, a smile spreading across his face, "Look who's talking. You were the one who put that on in the first place."
"I was distracted," Randy chuckled trying to defend his actions.
Rather than putting the movie on, the two lounged about in the hotel room, chatting and making plans for the rest of the evening. Since they'd already eaten, John suggested going out to a club for some drinks, which please Randy since it meant he could where some of his new clothes.
Randy however couldn't help but notice that John kept checking the time every now and then and it made him feel like John wanted to escape.
"If you want some time by yourself, you don't have to stay," Randy said getting up from his position beside John.
"What are you on about?" John asked confused.
"You keep checking the time," Randy noted, hanging his head as he went over to stand by the window, looking out across the city.
John walked over to Randy and put his arms around his waist, "Because, I've made a reservation for us. In fact we'll have to go soon if we're going to make it."
Randy turned in John's arms and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"We've said earlier that we didn't want to eat again, why have you made reservations?" he asked forgetting his concerns about John leaving.
"I didn't say it was a dinner reservation," he said dragging Randy to the door but not before picking up his shopping bags. "Come on, I need to stop by my room."
They made their way to John's room and he dropped the shopping bags down on the bed. He rummaged through his luggage and pulled out a small item, tucking it into the pocket of his loose jeans.
As Randy turned to lead them out of the room, John quickly grabbed another package out of one of his shopping bags and hid it behind his back so Randy didn't see.
John offered to drive, mostly so he could surprise Randy with the destination, hoping he would like the activity he had planned. He also wanted to let his friend rest. When they were about ten minutes into their drive, Randy's phone rang.
"Hello… hey Sam, how's Florida… no I stayed in Phoenix since you and Alanna were away… I'm not getting funny, but John and I decided to stay on and have a lad's weekend… no we haven't been to any strip clubs… Sam please don't start an argument… is Alanna there, I'd love to speak to her… I know she's not that old, but she can still form words… Sam, please don't-"
John moved the car over to the side of the road, but before he had a chance to say anything, Randy jumped out and kicked up the dirt on the side of the road.
John moved around the car and watched Randy from a distance. He wasn't sure if it would help matters if he tried to comfort him.
"She wouldn't even let me speak to my own daughter," he said, tears clearly falling from his eyes.
"Randy," John said tentatively. "I don't know-"
Randy put his hand up to stop his words before collapsing to the floor, "Just hold me."
John went straight to his side and took the younger man into his arms, cradling him, trying to protect him from the harshness of the world. He would give anything to make Randy's life better, but he feared that he would only make things worse if he tried to speak with Sam. Of all days, today was not the day that Randy needed to be denied access to his daughter.
"Do you want to head back to the hotel?" John asked softly.
He felt Randy shake his head in his chest. John felt him take a deep breath and pull himself up. John wiped the tears gently from his face as Randy composed his thoughts.
"No, come on, I don't want to ruin your plans," Randy said trying to pull John back to the car. Turning around when he found John stood still.
"This isn't about me," John said taking a step closer to Randy. "If you want to head back then that's fine."
"I want to go wherever you're taking me," Randy said. "You're the only good thing in my life right now, so we're going, okay."
"Yes, sir," John said saluting Randy at his orders.
"Don't sass me, Cena. The way I'm feeling, I'm liable to knock you out."
John chuckled slightly at Randy's words and moved back round the car to the driver's side and climbed in, resuming their trip. When Randy noticed how long they had been travelling, he asked how far out they were going; only to be told to be patient, it was worth it.
After another half hours' drive, John pulled onto a ranch.
"So I was started looking at what we could do that would be special and everything in the tourists guides were talking about horse-back riding. I did some research and they have a trail that takes about an hour and a half and when you come back into the stable, the sun's beginning to set. I guess I thought it would be romantic."
"It sounds perfect," Randy said, taking John's hand in his. "Thank you."
"Okay, listen before we go book in," John said reaching into the door's compartment. "I got you this, everyone deserves a birthday present."
John handed Randy a small present, which he eagerly opened. When Randy saw the watch he liked at store, he looked at John in shock.
"John, this wasn't cheap; I can't accept this," Randy said, once again taking John's hand in his.
"It's not like I can't afford it, Babe," John chuckled. "Besides, it was worth it, to see you smile."
"You've already done too much," Randy said.
"Quit complaining, or I'll cancel our date before we've even set a date," John threatened. "Now, put it on, I want to see you styling it for me."
Randy put the watch on and they both hopped out the car and made their way to the reception point of the ranch, instinctively taking each other's hands as they walked.
As they got ready to set out on their journey, John snapped a photo of Randy who, like with most things, looked completely at ease on a horse.
They made their way round the trail they'd been provided details of, stopping along the way to take some more snapshots, including some of them together; Randy commenting he wanted copies one they had been transferred to a computer.
The trail started to lead back to the ranch and as the brochure had described the sun was starting to set.
"John, how'd you know I liked, horseback riding?" Randy asked as they rode along the trail path slowly.
"I had no clue; it just sounded like fun, and when I saw they offered sunset trips, it seemed too good to miss."
"Well, it's definitely been a romantic evening," he said reaching over to take John's hand briefly.
When the couple returned to the hotel, John went back to his room to change as Randy did the same, they agreed to meet in the lobby half hour later where they would call a cab to the nearest club.
Randy agreed he wanted a drink earlier in the day, but since Sam's phone call, John knew he would need one even more.
He made his way down to the lobby where he saw Randy already waiting, speaking to the hotel clerk about booking a taxi.
"Looking good, Orton," John called across the empty lobby, grabbing Randy's attention.
Randy turned to look briefly before turning back to the clerk, when his head jerked back toward John, Oh god he's wearing that outfit. Randy visibly gulped at the sight before him. John was wearing the outfit they had purchased in the first shop they went into, and by god, he was looking even better than he had earlier.
"You ready to go?" John asked as he reached Randy.
"Um."
"Your taxi will be outside shortly," the hotel clerk said.
Randy turned to face her, silently thanking her for responding for him.
"Come on, gorgeous, time to get your groove on," John joked, pushing Randy in front of him.
Within fifteen minutes, the couple were inside a packed club, and leaning against the bar with a bottle of beer each, talking about nothing in particular. A few drinks later, John noticed Randy's foot taping, and he pulled him onto the dance floor.
"You do realize I'm not a dancer," Randy shouted over the music.
"Since when do you need to be a dancer when you're in a club?" John said, stepping back into Randy's body as Jagged Edge's 'Put A Little Umph In It' came out.
He pressed his ass into Randy's crotch, grinding against him slowly to the music. He groaned slightly, when he felt Randy grab hold of his hips pulling him even closer to him. Just as John got used to feeling Randy pushing hard against him, Randy twisted him around and pulled him in tight again, so John was riding his leg, as they ground their hips together.
John wrapped his arm around Randy's neck to hold himself up, as they continued to grind their now hard cocks against one another. His free hand running under the hem of Randy's shirt he began to feel the abs he'd missed so much over the last five months.
"Damn, Randy," John struggled to breath as he held on tighter. "You've got me so hard."
Randy moved his hands from John's hips to grab his butt and pull him even tighter
"Trust me, you're not the only one," he said, struggling to breath himself. "I think we need to get out of here before we do something we're going to regret in the morning."
Randy slowly released himself from John's grip and led him out of the club, trying to adjust his jeans before they went outside. When they did reach the doors, both were hit by a slight chill in the air and were grateful for the cool breeze that hit, calming their emotions somewhat.
They caught a cab back to the hotel and travelled in silence as they made their way back to Randy's room, an unspoken agreement that John was coming back to his room, even if he didn't stay long.
Randy went and collapsed on his bed as John went over to the refrigerator and retrieved the packet he'd brought back from the restaurant. As Randy relaxed on the bed, John retrieved the candle he'd got from reception along with a box of matches when they had first returned. Placing the candle in the slice of cake, he lit it and took it over to where Randy lay.
"Happy birthday, Babe," he said gaining Randy's attention. "Make a wish."
Randy sat up and closed his eyes, silently wishing for what he'd wanted for so long. Opening his eyes he blew the candle out.
"No harm in you getting sleepy if you eat it now, the days nearly over."
Randy silently smirked, swiping some of the frosting from the cake with his finger, and offering it to John. John gently took his finger between his lips and sucked the frosting off, causing Randy to moan at the sensation.
"You started it."
Randy simply nodded, too tired to say anything. John took the cake and returned it to the fridge. He went back to Randy and removed his shoes and socks.
"You're gonna have to do the rest or I could get carried away," John said.
Randy looked up at him, telling him he didn't mind, pleading with him to continue.
"I should go," John said reluctantly, holding his hand out to Randy. "See me out?"
Randy let John pull him up and lead him to the door.
"You gonna tell me what you wished for?" John asked.
"It's bad luck," Randy said softly, not looking John in the eye.
"Please."
"I wished…" Randy said taking a deep breath. "I wished that you would kiss me one more time."
John cupped Randy's face, running the pad of his thumb across his lips, before moving in to touch their lips together. Randy immediately became on fire, tasting his lovers lips for the first time in what seemed like forever. John trailed his tongue along Randy's lower lip, before pushing inside, taking possession of his mouth.
Suddenly a screeching noise filled the room, causing the couple to separate.
"What the fu-" Randy almost yelled, shutting the alarm on his new watch off.
"I guess that thing has a default setting of midnight," John mused at the now fully awake Randy.
"Damn it, I'm gonna have to work out how to turn the volume down."
"I should be going," John said breaking through Randy's thoughts.
"Don't; stay with me."
"I need to go; you were right earlier. We could end up doing something we regret later," John said trying to explain. "But hey; at least you got your birthday wish."
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