Rolling onto his back as he lay in bed, Randy started smiling when he recalled the 'perfect end to a perfect night' as John nicknamed it. His lover, yes he could finally call him it again, automatically adjusted his position so his arm draped over Randy as his head lay against his chest.
He lay there, tracing the tips of his fingers gently across the back of John's shoulders. He looked out across their room, considering getting up to pick up their clothes, which scattered the floor.
"Don't even think about it, Babe, the clothes can wait," John mumbled not even opening his eyes.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Randy asked chuckling.
24 hours ago
The crew and talent of Monday Night Raw gathered in the lobby of their hotel as requested by John. They were in Belfast, Northern Ireland and were expected back in the United States by tomorrow night for the live show in East Rutherford, New Jersey. Unfortunately, the volcano in Iceland decided to erupt, causing Irish airspace to close, stopping all flights from taking off or landing.
"Okay, okay," John said to his colleagues who were gathered. "I've just spoken to Em; she and the whole of head office are working on getting Raw to go ahead."
"What's happening?" one of the crew asked.
"By the sounds of things, some of the Smackdown guys who weren't on tour, as well as Paul, and some others, are going to be stepping up and filling the gap. They're also in talk with a local film crew so we can set up and record some interviews to keep people interested in the storylines."
"Are we needed?" one of the cameramen asked.
"Yes, very possibly. Em will be in contact separately to those who are needed with details," John continued. "Randy, at present we're set to record interviews, she may need some of you guys as well.
"Emma also asked me to let you know that she's spoken with the hotel and we're able to stay on. She asks that we speak individually to the hotel clerk to see if we're staying in the same room or needing to change," John finished, some of the crew immediately starting to walk away.
"Randy," John said leading him away by the elbow. "Message from our dear beloved Tour Manager, 'Make the most of your free day'."
Randy's eyebrow rose up quizzically at the comment.
"What did she mean?" he asked as they slowly headed over to the front desk.
"I'm not sure," John said shrugging his shoulders. "However, I've interrupted it in my mind and going to say, 'Will you have dinner with me tonight?'"
Randy stood stunned, was he asking him on their date they kept pushing back? He stood stock still as John discussed with the clerk about their rooms.
"Randy?" John asked bringing him out of his daze.
"Yeah, of course," he replied quickly, he didn't want John thinking he didn't want to go out.
John chuckled at Randy's vacant expression and sudden quick reply.
"A twin room's fine, mam," John said politely to the clerk, as she handed over their new room keys. "Thanks, we'll move our cases and then bring the old keys back."
Once he was finished, John pushed Randy along in front of him toward the staircase.
"Are you avoiding the elevators these days?" Randy asked.
"Don't think I can risk it for a while, I got a little uncomfortable last time," John said, grinning at Randy.
"You got uncomfortable," Randy said quietly outraged by John's words, pushing back against the wall. "You had me telling what I wanted to do to you, and you were uncomfortable. At least you didn't have anyone leaning against you."
John chuckled again at Randy's words, loving how he had wound himself up. John looked up and down the staircase to make sure no one was around before slipping him hand under Randy's top. He traced his fingers over Randy's abs, feeling his stomach muscles contract at his touch.
"Yeah, I was uncomfortable. Do you know what I did when I got back to my room?" John asked seductively.
"I'm not sure I can handle hearing," Randy answered honestly.
"I closed the door… stripped down naked…slipped under the sheets… closed my eyes… took a firm grip… and thought of you," John professed, running a finger across each of Randy's abs as he whispered each step.
"John-" Randy said, his eyes closed reveling at John's touch, insinuated by his words as well.
"I even called your name as I came all in the sheets," John stated candidly.
Before he could say anymore, Randy's lips crashed down on his, claiming his lips in a harsh and needing way.
John moaned into Randy's kiss, opening his mouth slightly to speak, Randy thrust his tongue in, mating expertly with John's in a battle for dominance. Usually Randy would back down and let John take the lead but today was different; with so much pent up emotion, Randy kept John pushed against the wall, searching out every inch of his mouth with his tongue; and it was turning John on no end.
John groaned as Randy's hands travelled down his sides rested on his hips, drawing himself closer to John's body. John wrapped his arms around Randy's neck, making sure he couldn't get away from him. Without warning, Randy grabbed John's legs and wrapped them around his waist, grinding into John at the same time.
"Fuck," John moaned. "Randy."
"God, it turns me on when you moan like a slut," Randy said, attacking John's neck with licks and kisses.
"Randy… Randy," John squeezed his eyes together to try to think coherently. "I've… I've never known you like this."
"Do you know the last time I had sex?" Randy asked, stopping his assault briefly to rest his head against John's.
"I don't care," John said releasing his legs, pushing Randy away from him. "I don't care when you last had sex with your wife."
Randy sneered, moving to take John back into his arms. John pulled out of his reach, and turned to head up the stairs to his room, taking them two at a time so he could get away from Randy as quickly as possible.
Randy watched as John disappeared. He leant back against the wall he'd pinned John against and realized the two had come close to having sex in the staircase of the hall. They were lucky someone didn't walk in on them. At least as far as he was aware no one had.
Damn, me and my big mouth, Randy thought. He had to find a way to explain to John what he was thinking. He also wanted to check with him if he still wanted to have dinner tonight. He took his phone from his pocket, pulled up the internet, and started researching restaurants in the area.
When he found one that looked like a romantic spot, he called them and made a reservation for two, in a secluded part of the restaurant for privacy. He knew if he tried to talk to John now he would get nowhere and more than likely start an argument. Instead, he went to their new room without going to his old one and left a note.
John,
I'm going to give you some space for the day. Too much pent up emotion in both of us. Oh, and just so you know…
October 7th, 2009
Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania
Bathtub of the Penthouse Suite, Hampton Inn
We made a bit of a splash.
If you still want to go on our date, I'll pick you up at 7pm, just let me know if you don't and I'll crash with Ted for the night.
Randy xx
Randy made his way to what he hoped would be his room by the end of the night. After he'd left the note, he'd taken his gear and spoken with Ted, letting off a little steam. He asked Ted when he left that if he didn't return then could he take his bag along to the room.
He passed a mirror on the way and checked his appearance. Dressed in a deep purple button down shirt with black pants, Randy toyed with opening a couple of buttons at the top, but in the end just left the collar undone, he could always pop another if John was dressed more casually.
He looked at the rose he bought for John and wondered if he would like it. The last time he'd given John a rose he hadn't mentioned anything, but at the same time he'd left it anonymously on John's bag.
He took a calming breath before knocking on the door, hiding the rose behind his back. The door opened and he saw John standing there where 'That Shirt' again, only this time paired with a pair of classy pants.
"Why did I make you buy that god damn shirt," Randy exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Would you come in a sec before we get going? There's something I want to discuss with you," John said, stepping back so Randy could enter.
"That sounds ominous; and completely ruined my next move," Randy chuckled stepping through the doorway.
"Wh-" John started to say as Randy pulled the rose from behind his back to present John.
"It's cheesy I know; and you never mentioned the one you got on Valentines, so…"
"That was you?" John asked shocked.
Randy shrugged, "I wanted to let you know I still thought of you. I just couldn't find the words."
John stepped up to Randy, brushing two kisses to his cheek.
"One for each rose," he stated simply.
"What did you want to talk about?" Randy said eager to go on their date.
John played with the stem of the rose and moved over to the chair in the corner of the room, indicating to Randy to take a seat on the corner of the bed.
"I just thought, maybe we should have some ground rules for tonight," John explained.
"Like what?"
"We actually adhere to the 'no-teasing' agreement we set up two weeks ago," John said chuckling.
"Johnny, I hate to break this to you, but, you're the one who always breaks the rule," Randy said.
John nodded at Randy's comment, "I know, but for tonight…"
"We'll restrain. Anything else?"
"No touching," John said.
"So if I wanted to take your hand as we walked to the restaurant; that would be out?" Randy asked.
"No!" John practically shouted. "I mean, no putting hands on legs at the restaurant, things like that. I want to see if we can have a night out where we don't grope one another."
Randy pushed off the bed and knelt down in front of John, taking his hands in his.
"I promise," Randy said, placing a kiss on John's forehead.
Randy stood up, pulling John with him and took his hand. He led him out the door and they made their way quietly along the corridor.
"Which do you want to risk?" Randy asked smiling at John. "The elevator or the stairs. We've had instances in both now."
"The lift might be quicker," John smiled.
"Here goes," Randy said pulling John in. Without letting go of John's hand, he pressed the button for the ground floor and they made their way down.
Randy watched John as he took in a deep breath, truly concerned the elevator may stop as it had when they were back in the States.
When the doors pinged, he heard an audible sigh come from John and he pulled him close wrapping an arm around his shoulders before stepping away to exit the elevator.
He felt bad letting go of John but since there could possibly be some colleagues around in the lobby, he didn't want to risk it for them. He made a silent vow that the two would one day be able to be a couple around more than three of their colleague; but unfortunately, today was not that day.
"Which way to the restaurant?" John asked, looking back at Randy.
"Two blocks to the right of the hotel," he said.
John could see the look in Randy's eyes and slowed to walk beside him. He stood close enough that his arm could brush against Randy's as they walked out of the hotel. It wasn't much but it was enough to see the light back in Randy's eyes. He made a quick scout of the area and when he didn't see anyone he knew, he discreetly took Randy's hand.
Five minutes later, Randy pointed out the restaurant as they arrived and led John inside. The maître d' showed them to their table and they sat perusing the menu.
"How'd you find this place, it's lovely," John said.
He looked round at the setting and he eyes fell on a nearby crackling fire. The tables separated from each other to cause a more romantic, private feel and the lighting was low enough to be unobtrusive.
"I dug around on the internet and all the reviews say this is the place to come if you want cozy and romantic,"
"They're definitely two words I'd use," John said smiling over at Randy.
The waitress came to their table to take their order and they settled into talking about what they both did for the day, which ironically they ended up sleeping most of the day away.
"After I went out to get the rose and top up some of my toiletries, I fell asleep in Ted's room," Randy explained. "I was grateful he came back and woke me up or I would've been late picking you up."
"That would've been a good start to the night," John joked.
"You've known me for too long, John. You should know I'm nearly always late."
"Do you know Em provides me with a copy of your schedule?" John asked jokingly. "Even before we got together. It was the only way she felt secure that you'd get where you needed to be at the right time."
"I think I need to have a word with her when we get back to the States," Randy said in mock-offence.
The two continued their lighthearted conversation throughout their dinner, and regardless of their 'rules', both men would place a hand over the others' from time to time. Neither minded as long as they didn't take it further.
Once their main course was finished, they decided to split a cheesecake pudding while they finished the bottle of red wine.
When the waitress bought over the cheesecake, they tangled forks, playfully fighting over who would get the first piece, John cheating and stabbing Randy's hand to win. When Randy pouted at John's actions, John scooped a piece of the cheesecake onto the fork and lifted to Randy's mouth so he could take it.
Randy locked eyes with John's as the older man fed him the cheesecake. Randy lightly moaning at the taste.
"You've got to try this," Randy said.
Taking his fork, he scooped up a second piece, offering it to John to try. Feeding John the cheesecake, Randy watched him close his eyes and swallow it down. He'd never seen anyone make eating food look so sensual.
"If we're not careful," John said, his eyes still closed. "We're going to need another piece."
Randy chuckled and they sat back drinking their wine and finishing the cheesecake. When the waitress came over with their bill, Randy requested if they could have another slice of the cheesecake to go.
"Of course, sir," the waitress said, smiling at the two of them, after spotting them feed each other.
Randy insisted on paying the bill, especially since he hadn't repaid John for the amount of money he'd spent on his birthday.
They left the restaurant and slowly made their way back to the hotel. The streets were quieter at this time of night so Randy happily put his arm around John's shoulder as John's arm reached around Randy's waist. They only separated when they entered the lobby of the hotel and saw a number of the crew sat in the bar which was in a room to the right of the entrance.
Heading to the elevator, John pulled Randy in the direction of the staircase.
"We need to work that cheesecake off."
As they stepped into the stairwell, Randy wrapped his arms around John's waist from behind, lowering his head to John's shoulder.
"I was thinking of another way we could do that," he stated quietly.
"I don't think there's a gym here, Babe," John said seriously.
"Funny, Cena," Randy said pulling back from John and lightly kicking his ass as they walked across the first floor landing.
John simply rubbed his hand over the spot Randy kicked and kept walking, not turning back to acknowledge Randy any further.
They walked quietly back to their room, Randy once again taking John's hand in his as they went.
When they reached the door, John turned to face Randy.
"You ready?" he asked sincerely. "If it's been that long, you're going to feel it, Babe."
"I want this… as long as you do," Randy said running his palm over John's cheek.
John didn't reply, he simply turned around and opened the door, pulling Randy in behind him.
He put his key down on the side unit, still not letting go of Randy's hand. He led him over to one of the beds, both of them kicking their shoes and socks off on the way. John initiated the first kiss, taking it slow, not wanting to rush the feel of Randy's lips on his. When Randy gently bit John's lower lip, he moaned softly opening up for Randy to slip his tongue in. gently caressing his mouth. So much softer than he had been earlier today.
John snaked his hand up behind Randy's neck keeping him close as he lowered himself on the bed, pulling Randy down with him. Their lips never parting as they crawled back onto the bed; Randy slowly lowering his body down next to John's.
Randy deepened the kissed, slowly running his hand down John's side until it rested on his hip. He played with the hem of John's shirt before letting his fingers ran underneath. John sighed into the kiss and let his hand rest on Randy's tattoo covered bicep.
Randy reluctantly broke the kiss as his lungs screamed for air. He looked into John's eyes as his hand ran to the bottom button of John's shirt. He slowly slipped it undone and gently ran his fingertips over John's skin until he got to the next button. He repeated his actions with the next button and the next. Always letting his fingers travel back down to the waistband of his pants before going on to the next button.
John's eyes flittered shut as he enjoyed the slow, meticulous sensations Randy was causing. When Randy was finished undoing his shirt, he softly kissed down John's body. He pulled John up so he could remove his shirt from his body, lowering him back down to the bed.
He kissed him again, slipping his tongue in but letting John take the lead. His hand resting on the waistband of John's pants, he opened the button and lowered the flies.
"Hips," he said softly as he broke the kiss.
John lifted his hips up and Randy slowly rid him of his pants and boxers. Randy started kissing up his legs slowly, nibbling when he got to John's thighs. As he got to John's hips, he placed softer, nibbling kisses, causing John's breathing to tighten at the anticipation.
Randy's hand moved down his stomach and was about to take hold of John when he stopped him.
"Later," John breathed. "I want to make love first."
Randy skated his lips over John's stomach and chest, taking John's lips between his own once more.
John pushed him onto his back and came over him, holding him down under his bodyweight. Kissing harder than they had since they entered the room, John hands immediately went to Randy's shirt, undoing the buttons as his hands roughly travelled down Randy's torso, his fingers grazing over his nipples on the way.
He pulled Randy against him as his hands pushed Randy's shirt from his shoulders, throwing back behind them once it was off.
John scooted down Randy's body so he was straddling his legs and leant in to place his lips on Randy's abs.
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to pay homage to these guys later. You were too thorough and I need to feel you wrapped around me."
Randy groaned at John's comment as his hands pulled at the belt on Randy's pants before popping the button, the flies practically hissing open on their own.
Randy raised his hips even without John saying anything, needing his hard member to be released from their confines. He watched John lick his lips at the sight when he pulled his pants away.
"I love that you go commando," John almost whined.
"They've been too restricting recent weeks," Randy moaned at John's insistent gaze. "Please, Johnny."
John made his way up Randy's body, groaning a little himself as their hard cocks brushed each against each other. John kissed Randy, thrusting his tongue in an out of his mouth as a reminder of what he would soon be doing with his dick.
As they kissed, John reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the lube he'd tucked away when getting to the room earlier. He squeezed the gel onto his hand, all the while kissing Randy. He moved his hand to Randy's entrance and pulled back to look at Randy waiting for his acknowledgement.
Randy nodded telling John to go ahead. Slowly John pushed one finger into Randy's warm cavern. When Randy moaned, John held still.
"No, don't stop," Randy said enjoying the feeling.
John pushed in further and then pulled out thrusting back in quicker to test Randy's pain level. When no signs of pain showed on Randy's face, John pulled out completely inserting two fingers into Randy.
"Ohh, Johnny," Randy called out. "More."
"I'm not rushing, Babe," John said continuing with two fingers.
John started to scissor Randy to stretch him, ready for him to take John's straining cock. He pulled and pushed a third finger into Randy slowly before thrusting hard into prostate.
"Fuck," Randy yelled, his hips shooting of the bed at the feeling that went through him
"Miss that?" John smiled, stifling a small laugh.
"Johnny, please," Randy begged.
"Anything for you, Babe," John said pulling his fingers out. He put some more gel on his hand and spread it over his cock, closing his eyes at the grip he had. He knew as much as they would want this to last hours, once he was inside Randy, it wasn't going to last long.
He pulled on Randy's hips, dragging him down the bed to where he was sat. Lining his cock up with Randy's entrance, he pushed forward slightly, pushing past the rim.
He watched Randy tense a little and held still, waiting for him to get accustomed to the feeling once more. Randy took a deep breath and John felt the tension leave his body. He pushed forward a little more and kept going, not seeing any further signs of distress from his lover.
He held still when he was fully sheathed in Randy's tight heat, loving the feeling of his dick being completely smothered. He pulled on Randy's arm so he sat on top of John as their legs stretched out on either side. He put Randy's arms around his neck and leant in, kissing his soft and deep.
He ran his hands down Randy's back and they settled on his hips, holding him still as they kissed.
"Johnny, need you to move," Randy said between kisses.
John used his strength to lift Randy up so his dick pulled out slightly. As he lowered Randy down, he thrust his hips up ramming his cock hard into Randy.
"Oh god," Randy called out. "Again."
John happily repeated the action, eliciting moans and groans from Randy as he kept going.
"Faster, Johnny," Randy begged. "Harder."
"Like that?" John asked as he picked up the pace, continuously ramming hard in Randy.
"Oh, fuck, yes like that," Randy said, enjoying John's movements. "I wanna hear you though, Johnny."
"You wanna hear me moan, Babe?"
"Fuck, yes," Randy groaned as John kept thrusting into him.
"Ohhhh, shit, Babe, I love to watch you," he yelled allowing the pleasure fall over him. "Love to see you fall apart. Lose it for me, Babe."
As he spoke, he thrust up into Randy's prostate, repeatedly, gaining speed as he kept going.
"God, Johnny, I can't take it, you're gonna make me lose it," Randy said gripping at John's shoulders. "Johnny."
"Lose it, Babe, I'm right there with you."
Randy gripped tighter to John he kept pummeling his sweet spot. He was finding it harder to breathe, as he got closer and closer to the edge. He felt his cock twitch against his stomach, signaling he was near his release.
"Fuck, Johnny, fuck me," he yelled as Johnny gripped his hips tighter still thrusting so hard he thought he was going to split in two. "Oh yesss, Johnny, that's it, yess."
"Randy, now, come for me now," John ordered.
John's words tipped him over the edge as wave after wave of ecstasy rushed over his body as his cock released his load over both stomachs and chests; as John continued to thrust into him
"Johnny," he whimpered, resting his head on the older man's shoulder. "Lose it, baby."
Those simple words, echoed in John's mind as Randy's heat continued to grip him, and he shot his load into Randy.
"Fuck," John shouted at the top of his lungs.
The next morning
"Because I know you, Babe," John said, eyes still closed.
"Do you want breakfast?" Randy asked continuing to run his fingers over John's back.
"I don't wanna get up."
"You don't have to," Randy said smirking. "We still have that cheesecake."
"For breakfast?" John asked confused.
"You made me work it off last night, figured we could do the same this morning," he chuckled. "You know early morning workouts are the best."
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