In Front Of Me (Ch. 4)
I know I know, "Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do!!!!" So I had a bad case of muse-block, because they got all bitchy, while I was trying to write the smutty part of my story, and it got hard to write...ugh...
So here's ch. 4, and as for the next one (which I have written out) it will be pretty sad, there will be some surprises, some head turners and you may hate one of the guys. >->
So, as always, not beta'd, so all mistakes are my own, and don't forget, Feedback = Love. Also, I'm sorry it's a wee bit short, but smut wasn't exactly on my mind, more than what's to come...
Enjoy!!
Chapter 4
Groaning ever so softly, John rolled shifted slightly in his sleep, before waking up.
He winced at the sunshine, before moving, to sit up, only to find Randy laying he opposite way, his arm now up beneath his head as he lay on the pillow.
A smile took to the older man’s face at how boyish his lover could look, especially in sleep.
A yawn passed his lips as John got up and moved to his bag, searching for his trunks, hopefully to get a few laps in; he always made sure that if he wasn’t planning on working out, swimming would do the job.
Once changed, he slipped on his Adidas slides, grabbed a towel and quickly scrawled out a not for Randy, just incase he woke up, something he doubted highly. With all that done, he went out to the pool.
Stretching in what he guessed was the noon sun, John dove in to start his laps, but little did he know of the person that now occupied the surrounding area.
When he was finished, getting out to dry, the person finally decided to make themselves known to him.
“Cena, we need to talk,” the familiar voice ordered
John lifted the towel from his head, only to meet the eyes of The Game.
“About what?”
“I know about you and Randy, it’s evident for everyone to see,”
“Okay,” he uttered, meanwhile thinking, quit dicking around already, what the hell do you want?
“Just, don’t play around with the kid, alright,” he ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair, “I remember how bad it was when Copeland cheated on him, he was a wreck, and what’s worse was that they still had to work together as Rated-RKO, what I’m trying to-“
He never got to finish his thought, for he was cut off.
“If you think that I’m gonna jump ship, like Randy’s some worthless lay, you must seriously be out of your fuckin’ mind,” John’s face turned harsh in his defense.
Triple H narrowed his eyes at the younger wrestler, quite miffed.
“Look, we may not see eye-to-eye on things, but when it comes down to knowing that Randy’s happy, that he isn’t hurt, it’s common ground. I’m not gonna hurt him,” his cerulean blue eyes softened as he continued, “I would never hurt him, I love him too much to ever consider it,”
Both men locked eyes, the intensity very prevalent, so thick it could be cut with a knife.
“Fine Cena…I’ll trust you, but if something happens to him, I swear, I will beat you within and inch of your life, understood?”
“And I’ll allow you,” John shrugged, gathering his things in order to head back.
‘Why would he think I’d do that?’ He mentally questioned himself, as the elevator made its way up to his floor.
He leaned back against the inside wall, and closed his eyes, thinking about his lover…and past lover; both had their similarities, but were oh so different in others.
The elevator came to a halt at his floor, causing him to open his eyes and exit in order to walk out to his room, ruffling his slightly wet hair.
John opened the door, only to reveal Randy still out cold, causing him to snort with laughter.
“Shoulda known,” he mused heading for his bag to pull out a clean pair of chain Gang boxers, black jeans shorts, and a gray chain gang t-shirt to go clean himself of the chlorine.
What he didn’t know was that Randy had been playing possum…he wasn’t really out cold…
A smirk came to the younger man’s face as he sat up in bed; evil perverted thoughts going through his mind as he got up, heading for the bathroom, shredding clothing piece by piece until he stood nude at the door…
Snickering, Randy quietly crept into the foggy/steamy room, to find John lost to the heat of the water. A cat-like grin crossed his handsome face, as he slipped past the glass door, and behind his lover.
Tilting his head beneath the showerhead to rinse his hair free of the shampoo, John groaned softly when he felt hands grip at his hips, and a pair of lips press against the pulse in his neck.
“Awake I see,” he teased
“Em hm,” Randy murmured, his voice taking on a deep, seductive purr, as he pulled John back against his erection, and his hand slinking off to the side, near the soap.
A deep throaty moan passed John’s lips as Randy’s slick, soap-covered hand covered wrapped around his cock.
“Oh God!” He cried out, nearly losing his balance.
“Easy lover,” Randy purred, running his tongue along Adam’s apple, and twisting his hand around his lover’s erection.
With muscles loosening with pleasure, John moaned out, leaning his weight forward as he placed his hands on the glass door, to keep his balance.
A smirk took to the younger one’s face, as he eyed his lover; eyes shut, mouth open ever so slightly, releasing short pants and his skin a healthy shade of red. To say the sight didn’t turn him on was a lie, a very big lie.
“Stop teasing…” John whined out, bucking in Randy’s grasp.
“Make me,” he challenged as his lips once against found John’s pulse and began to exploit the area by sucking on it.
Way past frustrated, the older of the two reached back and none-to-gently grasped his lover’s engorged erection, the result, Randy making a loud, unmanly sound.
In turn, Randy flicked his finger over the sensitive head of his cock, all of it turning into a stupid game of hurt.
“Okay…” John hissed letting go, “Don’t do that…”
“Yeah,” the younger one winced, deciding to move his soapy hand from John’s erection to slip against his entrance, “something along these lines though,”
Moaning out, he tilted his hips, as Randy’s fingers penetrated, hoping to guide him to this sweet spot.
Taking note of this, he pressed against John’s prostate, resulting in his lover nearly bucking out of his grip.
“Randy!!!” He moaned out in a plea, as he was stretched out.
Having the need to satisfy his own desire as well as his love’s, Randy removed his fingers, in place he gripped John’s hips and in one swift stroke, pushed deep within him.
Shuddering at the feeling, John’s dull nails made a poor attempt in scraping the glass as his sweet spot was pressed against, with his guidance.
A cocky smirk crossed Randy’s face, as he gave a deep stroke, to which his lover tightened his muscles…
“John,” He moaned, thrusting again, “fuck,”
Panting softly, Randy loosened his grip stopping, his orgasm threatening to be ripped from his body.
“Randy,” John whined, he hissed softly, pressing back against the cock filling him, fucking himself, impatient.
“Topping from the bottom, hm?” The younger man inquired, throwing his head back in order to release a loud moan,
“Than Fuck Me Orton!!”
Turned on by his order, Randy wrapped an arm around his waist, thrusting into his lover’s tight hole.
So lost in the sensation, John didn’t realize what Randy had in store, until he felt something warm and slick on his cock, causing him to gasp, and than whimper.
“Oh God, baby,” he whimpered out.
“Looks like we have a problem here babe,” Randy purred against John’s neck, tightening his grip around his love’s cock.
Bucking in his grip, John moaned out
“What do you want baby? My hand?” he moved his slippery hand over his shaft, before thrusting deeply within him, “or my cock?”
“Fuck…” John moaned out, arching his back.
“What was that John?” Randy growled softly, leaning forward, running his tongue up and over his lover’s spine, up towards his nap.
Moaning, he said nothing.
“Guess I’ll be deciding,” the younger of the two purred, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, hitting against John’s prostate.
“Oh God, harder,” John ordered, moaning out.
Obeying the order, Randy snaked his arms up against his chest, hooking his hands over his love’s shoulders, pulling him down on each of his hard thrusts, causing John’s muscles to constrict around his throbbing cock.
“John, so fuckin’ tight,” he grunted
“Fuck!” John cried, as he came, his legs feeling limp, especially when Randy leaned all of he weight on him with his orgasm.
Both stood there for a moment, getting over their orgasms, before John took the liberty of washing his lover, head to toe, after which he turned off the water.
Opening the shower door, they both exited the shower, in search for towels
“Happy now, you got to fuck me?”
“Of course, and what a nice ass it is,” Randy smirked,
Rolling his eyes, John reached for a towel, only to feel a sharp slap on his ass, causing him to whip back around.
Randy whistled looking up
“Like it that much?” He teased
Smirking, the younger man grabbed his towel, and left the room without giving an answer.
"I guess no more ass for you," John mused playfully, following his lover to see what more they could do...
End of ch. 4