"Shit, Randy," John groaned. "Suck me, Babe."

John looked down at Randy who was knelt down on the floor of his hotel room with John pumping his cock down his throat, holding Randy's head as he continued thrusting.

"God, your mouth is so good to me," John called out, trying to find something to grip onto to before his legs gave out. Randy had pounced as soon as he saw John stood in the doorway of his Tampa hotel. Having pulled him inside he immediately opened John's jeans and shoved them to the floor, taking his rapidly hardening cock into his mouth.

Randy moaned, sending vibrations through John's dick tingling up his spine. The simple action had John gripping his head tighter, shooting his load down Randy's throat.

"Fuck, Randy," John yelled collapsing back against the door.

"Happy birthday, Johnny," Randy said hoarsely after he pulled off John's dick. Moving up John's body he pulled his jeans back up but didn't fasten them. He claimed John's lips in a hungry seductive kiss.

"I'm going to bend you over the table in a minute if you don't stop it," John said breaking the kiss.

"Promises, promises" Randy said, starting to kiss along John's jaw line.

John moaned softly when Randy licked along the shell of his ear, his hand pulling at his t-shirt to remove it.

"Babe, I don't have time," John said.

Randy stopped his actions, and took a calming deep breath, all the while letting his hand sit on John's chest under his shirt. He stepped back letting his hand come down and rest on John's abs.

"Then why did you stop by?" he asked, knowing deep down that John wanted the same as him.

"To let you know the plan for today," John said.

"It's called a phone Johnny," Randy laughed removing his hand completely and going to lounge on the bed.

"Okay, so maybe I wanted to see you as well," John admitted walking over to Randy, his legs still a little weak following Randy's blowjob.

Randy tugged on John's hand as he got near and pulled him onto the bed. Not wanting to encourage Randy any further, John stayed near the edge of the bed sat up. Having none of his tactics, Randy simply moved next to John, swinging his long leg over his lover, straddling him.

"Not used to waking up without me are you?" Randy said looking John in the eyes.

"No," John admitted.

"Good job I agreed to come down then," Randy smirked.

John's hands, which had automatically rested on Randy's hip when he sat on him, ran slowly up his back.

"Why did you agree to come down?" John asked continuing to run his fingers down Randy's spine knowing, even through his shirt; it would send shivers through his body, turning him on.

"I get to spend the day with the birthday boy."

John stopped in his tracks, "Babe…"

"Okay, okay… part of the day," Randy said, stepping in close to John. "I'm not gonna get jealous. I know you're spending most of the day with Liz. I'll share; as long as you're happy."

John chuckled at the change in Randy. Six months ago, John spending time with Liz would've caused waves of animosity to roll off Randy, but now he was willing to share.

"I don't deserve you," John said kissing Randy softly.

"I know; I am fantastic," Randy said seriously. "Now, what are the plans? When do I get Johnny-time?"

John laughed at Randy's terminology. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about Randy since he'd arrived in town. He didn't have time now but later on he would have to find out what that was.

"Well, Liz and I are going to see her parents and spend some time, then we're all going out to lunch," John explained. "Then Liz and I are hitting the beach, before going back home for…"

John didn't want to finish the sentence. As understanding as Randy was being, there was only so much he would be able to take, he didn't need to know his plans for some alone time with Liz.

"You don't need to hide it, Johnny," Randy said, reading John's mind. "I know you and Liz are in a better place than Sam and I. It's okay to say you're going to be having sex with her. She is your wife after all."

"I guess I'm not used to discussing it with you," John admitted.

"Why not? Surely you've had similar discussions in the past; okay you wouldn't have been married then, but…"

John shook his head as Randy was speaking.

"I've never been in a serious relationship with a guy before; most of the time they ended before it got that far," John said. "Other times, I'm not proud of it… and I always wore protection… but I would just have sex with them."

"People you met at a bar, you mean?" Randy asked soothing John.

"Sometimes, or at a gym. I would catch guys watching me and when I'd head back to the locker room they'd follow. Most of the time, they were in the closet, married with children or just experimenting."

"No wonder you like me," Randy breathed into John's ear.

"It's not like that with you," John said grabbing Randy head pulling him to look straight at him. "It's different."

"Turns me on thinking of you, doing those guys," Randy said rolling his hips down into John's.

"Randy," John murmured.

"Fucking them in the locker room," Randy continued.

John shook his head at Randy's words.

"Where then?"

"I'd… I'd take them… into the sauna," John struggled to get his sentence out as Randy continued to grind against him.

"I bet you let them suck you off first, fuck their faces like you practically did to me not more than two meters away."

John nodded at Randy's words unable to find his voice.

"And did you ever reciprocate?"

This time, John shook his head, gulping as Randy shook his head at him.

"I learnt if I did, they wouldn't have sex afterward. They'd freak out after one explosion," John explained.

"Guess I am different then. I just want more all the time," Randy smiled. "Fuck me like you'd fuck them, Johnny."

Randy's words caught John off guard but he soon recovered. He knew he was gonna be late but he couldn't hold out anymore. Randy's constant words pushed him to the brink. He grabbed Randy by the hips, carrying him over and slamming him on the table causing it to hit the wall loudly.

"Hope you don't have neighbors, because it's going to get loud," John promised.

Shoving Randy's shirt up to reveal his abs, John raked his fingers down his front before pulling the sweatpants Randy wore down to release his member, already standing proud and angry.

"God damn it, Randy, do you ever where underwear?"

John shoved his owns pants and boxers down just enough to release his own cock. He grabbed Randy's cock hard and tugged on it to gather precum in his hand before he spread it over his own hard cock to lube it up.

"Fuck Johnny, you are so hot," Randy said as John stepped up close grabbing Randy's hips.

"You wanted me to fuck you like I fucked them, right?" John asked, half warning Randy before going any further.

"Yes," Randy begging John.

Without any further warning, John shoved his cock deep into Randy, hitting his prostate straight away.

"Jesus fucking Christ, John," Randy yelled at the feeling.

John held still to let Randy accommodate him. He wanted to let Randy have what he wanted but he wasn't going to hurt him in the process. He carefully leant over so his hands were planted on the wall to steady himself.

"Fuck me Johnny," Randy begged again.

That was all John needed to hear as Randy lifted his legs and wrapped them around John's waist. John started jackhammering Randy shoving his hard cock into Randy's entrance repeatedly. The more he gave Randy the more he wanted and soon the table was repeatedly banging against the wall matching the pace of John's thrusts.

Randy was lost in the actions he couldn't even form words to spur his lover on. He knew John loved it when he got vocal during sex but there was no way he could. The most he could do was groan, and he did, loudly. It was only when John reached down and grabbed his cock in a vice like grip that he found his voice again.

"Shit, Johnny, I'm cumming," Randy screamed as he shot his load over his abs.

John continued to stroke him, milking his cock for everything he had. John continued to thrust into Randy, closing his eyes in concentration.

"Johnny?" Randy asked his voice shaky from his own orgasm.

"Need you to talk to me."

"Want me to tell you how fucking amazing you are Johnny?" Randy asked watching John nod his head; his eyes still thrust shut but his hips slowed.

"Let me tell you, you fucked me so hard I couldn't speak. I was screaming expletives in my head that would curl your toes. The way you rammed into my prostate every time. Oh shit Johnny, I don't know how I lasted as long as I did," he said direct into John's ear. "Then when you grabbed my dick, Johnny I was in heaven."

He smiled as Johnny started picking his pace up again.

"Shit, Johnny, not there," Randy groaned as John's cock started hitting his sweet spot again. "Fuck, that's good… keep going, oh God John, you'll make me lose it again."

"Take me with you this time," John whispered.

"I wasn't expecting it last time, your hand on my dick pushed me over," Randy panted. "Oh fuck, Johnny, baby, please."

"I love it when you beg," John cried hinting at what he wanted to hear.

"Please, Johnny, make me cum, make me scream your name so loud I get kicked out the hotel... that's it… there… more please Johnny."

"I'm close, Babe, keep talking, keep begging, and cum with me."

"Take me with you, please Johnny. I need to feel you lose it in me… I want to hear you growl as you come, like you always do," Randy continued. "Take my cock again; I love your grip on me."

"Fuck Babe," John roared as he grabbed Randy's cock and pumped it hard and fast.

"Oh, shit, Johnny, oh god, you're fucking me so hard," Randy groaned.

"I'm cumming… fuck… Randy," John growled as he spurt everything into Randy's hole, collapsing against Randy before sinking to his knees.

"Johnny," Randy continued to beg, as his dick was throbbing.

John leant in and slowly licked up the underside of Randy's shaft, swirling his tongue around the top.

"Johnny" he screamed, for the second time in five minutes as John took the tip of his cock in his mouth as he started to shoot streams of cum into John's mouth.

John released Randy from his mouth and moved his head so it was level with Randy's abs.

"Someone messed up my view," John whispered before running his tongue along the contours of the muscles, cleaning up the cum stains.

Randy gently cupped John's head as he closed his eyes. John's touch was amazing.

When he was finished, John looked up to Randy, seeing his eyes still shut. Smiling, he stood up and pulled their pants back on. Picking his lover up, he took him over to the bed, placing him down gently, brushing a kiss to his forehead.

"I've got to go, Babe," John whispered.

"I'll see you later?"

"About eight probably," John confirmed.

"Sorry I made you late."

"It's my fault," John said. "I shouldn't have given in. Hell, I almost didn't give in."

"You just wanted to make sure we were even," Randy whispered, drifting off to sleep.

"Please; it's my birthday, I should get to have more than you. You just weren't vocal enough. You know I love to hear you when we go at it."

"Sorry, baby, I'll remember next time."

John leaned in and brushed another kiss to Randy's forehead before kissing him gently on the lips.

"Later."

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