FanFic: All is fair in love and rain
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mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">All is fair in love and rain.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Centon
Warnings: Slash, swearing, toys, mentions of cross-dressing .
Word Count: 13,511
Summary: Randy and John, hate being cooped up on rainy weekend. It usually starts with a war of wills…and ends with one of them covered in defeat.
Author’s Note: I based this on a fic, I something I read a long time ago for a different fandom.
Feedback: This is my first fic ever, so any comments and criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wish I did. But sadly, no.
Beta: None, all mistakes are my mine.
One rainy weekends most people stayed in playing video games, watching TV. That however is not the case in the household of John Cena and Randy Orton. One yells and the other screams and it takes the house weeks to recover and look normal again. On rainy weekends, John and Randy went on a rampage.
Plane rides, long and normally boring. Randy stared at John who was messing with his new iPhone. sighing he closed his eyes and thought if he wished hard enough the plane would land and they could be home for their 3 day weekend.
“A-ha! Got it,” Randy opened his eyes and looked at John, who had an expression like he just won the lottery. “Finally, figured it out.”
“Whatever took you 3 hours to figure out. I probably could have shown you how to do in 10 minutes.”
“Yeah sure, and you’d break the phone during your demo.” John teased, “What number on are you on now? Eleven or was it twelve? ”
“I stopped counting after five,” Randy slouched in his seating hating when John could prove he was actually better at something. “So what did you figure out how to do, anyways.”
“Figured out how to check the weather,” John had a smirk on his face that Randy did not trust. It was a smirk that usually meant he was in for some type of trouble, usually a fun type of trouble but he did not want any trouble this weekend. All Randy wanted this weekend was to relax, enjoy the sunshine be outside all day, and then come inside and spend the evening with John in bed. However he knew the look and had to ask, “What is the forecast?”
John’s smirk turn to a wide grin dimples showing and there was an evil gleam to his eyes. “Three full days or rain, you know what that means.” John licked his lips.
“I have won the last 5 times, you really think you’re going to win.” Randy leaned in to John’s ear and whispered, “You will be begging at my feet all weekend long, and baby it will be a long weekend.”
“Always so cocky, it will be your down fall.” At that moment the stewardess came on the loud speaker and announced the plane was landing. “Besides, I have something special planned for ending your streak, something you may enjoy.”
“Doubt that, you’re my bitch. Don’t forget it.” Randy glanced past John out the window; sure enough there were dark ominous clouds in the sky. It wasn’t raining yet, but it was coming, all he could hope for was maybe a couple hours to relax before all hell broke loose. Of course, so long has that hell went his way, he would still get the relaxing weekend he longed for with John in full servitude to him.
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Randy lost the coin toss and was stuck driving home, while John reclined napping in the passenger’s seat. Randy felt John’s hand on his leg inching slowly upwards, normally this would be very, very welcomed, not today. “You know the rules, not till we’re home, and not till its starts raining.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know the rules,” John removed his hand resting it back on his stomach. “I helped you create them remember.”
“Good, then if you remember if you break any of them, you forfeit and I win.” John saw Randy smirking. “And you remember I won by forfeit not too long ago, so I wouldn’t take any chances if I were you. Maybe you should recite the rules so you can make sure not to break them. Of course, I can always tempt you to break them later if I choose. Just like last time.”
“Who says I won’t make you break one, but to please you Princess. Rule 1, he who cums first loses and submits to the other for a full 48 hours, starting the following morning. Rule 2, no penetration, except but toys and fingers. Rule 3, we cannot start until the rain starts falling and we must be home.” John looked out the window at the clouds, hoping it would start raining at any moment, so Randy would have no time to prepare once they got home. “I believe that’s all of them.”
“That sounds about right, anything else is fair in love and war,” the car engine shut off and they were finally home. Stepping out of the car they both could feel the rain in the air; however the weather man had said it wouldn’t start for a few more hours. They stepped in the house and threw their bags down, glancing at each other, both wanting to jump the other, but neither moves. The house is eerily silent; they would hear the rain once it started.
“No since standing here staring, maybe the weather man has it wrong. I’m going to take a nap. Since you took one in the car.” Randy glided past John heading towards the bedroom.
John knew from the tone in his lover voice it was an actual nap and was not lying to get prep time. Maybe he wanted him to win this time after his comment on the plane, nah, he was too proud to have his streak ended. John walked towards the spare rooms to grab the things he would need to win, he knew it was going to rain, no way did the weather man have it wrong, especially if it was suppose to down pour for 3 days in a row.
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Randy was slowly waking from his nap, not wanting to open his eyes, just enjoy the rhythm of the rain outside. It quickly occurred to him that the rain was not a good sound and that he’d better moving to get John before John got… him. “Shit!” He quickly sat up on the bed realizing his hands were cuffed behind his back. Looking straight ahead he saw John leaning on the dresser smiling at him. “Bitch! Un-cuff me, this is ambush.”
“Why, it was raining when I did it? You would do the same to me if tables were turned. You’ve won 5 times in a row, this weekend I will not be your bitch, you’re going to be mine.” Randy knew that John was right; he would have hand cuffed or done something to ambush John if he hadn’t been so damn tired. John was slowly walking towards the bed, Randy had to think fast or his winning streak would be over. “I have the perfect little outfit for you to wear for me and everything once you lose.”
“Yeah, you haven’t won yet, and you won’t. Maybe I’ll make you wear your own outfit and,” Randy was bitching was cut off when John kissed him and forced him down to the mattress. He was not at an advantage, he had decided to nap in the nude and well the enemy had all of his clothes on, he really didn’t except John to ambush him while asleep. He had planned to call him in once he had woke up. Randy mentally bitch slapped himself, how could he have been so careless, even though he planned to start his attack in the bedroom with his box tricks already tucked under bed. He just needed the cuffs off and it would be an almost equal playing field. Randy’s train of thought was interrupted when he felt John’s hand enter on him, he let out a moan. “You making this too easy on me, I’m seriously thinking you want me to win.” John leaned down and began nipping at Randy’s neck.
Damn him, why did he have to know his sensitive spots. Randy attempted to roll and throw John off of him but he just got pinned harder to the mattress, he kept squirming try to get John to sit up. “John your fucking heavy, get off.” Randy thrashed a bit more and John did sit up, placing his hand on Randy’s chest keeping him flat on the bed.
“No, no, I’m not getting off, you are and then your all mine, you’ll be my little French maid. “ John smiling, he had wanted to see Randy wear the little outfit he had bought for months now. He had it custom made, just so it would fit in all the right places. He knew Randy would never wear it other than if John won a rain day weekend fight, hadn’t rain in some time so he had a lot of time to plan and fantasize about all things he was going to make Randy do. He grounded hips down on Randy’s erection, cause a moan to come from Randy. “Admit defeat and I’ll let you go.”
“Never, these fuck cuffs hurt. I think I’m bleeding.” Randy whined and watched has the flash of concern crossed John’s face. Got him, he thought smugly to himself, the cuffs didn’t actually hurt at all. He just knew John was too well, while he was opened up to a lot of different things since they’ve been together hurting or torturing each other till the point where one of them was bleeding was not on the list, yet.
John climbed off of Randy. “Sit up, let me look.” Randy noticed John had the key in his hand and tried not to smirk. John ran his finger along the edge of the cuff, Randy whimper and played up how badly they were hurting him. Randy here the click has the key unlocked one of the cuffs, as soon as one hand was free he shoved John off of the bed on to the floor and took the key and undid the other cuff. Randy jumped from the bed on top of John quickly grabbing one of his arms and securing it with the hand cuffs to the bed post.
“Baby, you are way to kind to me, you should have just left me cuffed and used your mouth.” Randy licked John’s ear and whisper, “Then you might have had a victory.” He began sucking on John’s ear lobe, running his hand up under John’s shirt, lifting the shirt has he went. “You are just wearing way too much, left me fix that.” He pulled the shirt over John’s head and free arm, leaving it hanging from the other, before sliding down to attack John’s nipples. He took one in his mouth, while pinching and tweaking the other, he watched has the man beneath him throw his head back panting. Smirking with confidence he continued with his attack while using his free hand to unfasten the jeans. Remember his stash under the bed reach under the bed for few an items, John saw the bottle in Randy’s hand and the evil look in his eyes.
“No, not that stuff, please no,” John began squirming he did not want to fall victim to that oil again. He wanted Randy in nothing but that frill French maid outfit. John was not going to lose, not for the fifth time in the row.
“Aw, but you love when I use this. It always gets you moan and begging for release.” Randy dripped a bit of the oil on one of John’s nipples. John groan has the oil warmed on the skin, making it feel like fire. “See, feels good, doesn’t it. How about I put some of that on your,” Randy felt John’s hand around throat, and John’s other had grab the bottle.
“You think I wouldn’t have a plan for you getting those on me,” John forced Randy to the floor. “I’m done playing nice, you’re scream my name has you lose.” John was straddling Randy’s chest pinning his arms to his sides. Randy eyes went wide has he saw the oil amount John was pouring in his hand, knew what was coming, and it was going to be him. John’s hand wrapped around Randy’s hand and started pumping. “Like that my soon to be French slut.”
Randy mind was racing he wanted to cum from that sensation the oil and John’s hand was providing was intense, but knowing if he did, he would be doing the older man’s bidding all weekend. How bad could being John’s maid be, then again John with a collar on crawling around on all four after him all weekend begging sound better. Randy decided to try something that had work last time, when John broke the rules, he could get John to lose his control. “Yes, John, feels so good. I more, please give me more. I need you, all of you.” John forced his tongue down Randy’s throat to shut him up. Randy’s hips start bucking, he was so close, John was going to win, and he could not stand it. John broke off the kiss.
“I’m not falling for that again, I’m not breaking the rules.”
“No, you sure.” He was panting. “I had something new plan for you this time. I was so sure you were going to love it, and beg for it even on sunny days.” John thought that sound promising, but an image of Randy in nothing but a white apron appeared in his mind to change it.
“You can show me some other time, your spending this weekend with a feather duster up your ass.” He squeeze Randy’s balls to show that he was in control. Randy hated it and loved it all at the same time. They were both so competitive these little rainy weekend fights they’re always sexually frustrating but gratifying in the end. “Are you ready to admit defeat? Cum for me?”
“Yes please, but I need more than your hand.” John grinned and turned around and took Randy into his mouth. Sucking slowly on the head before bobbing up and down quickly, trying to end the war quickly so he fuck his lover senseless tonight. “Get it over with, finger me.” John wet his fingers and slide down so he could reach the entrance, un-pinning Randy’s arms in the process. Randy let him wet the entrance a little before he jerked his body moving John off him enough so he could jump to his feet and run out of the room. “You want me, come get me. ” Randy ran for the big stash of toys in the house, hoping he could find John’s favorite.
“Bitch, get back here. You’re so getting the paddle tomorrow.” John stood up and grabbed one of the toys that had rolled out when Randy had grabbed the bottle of oil. He turned smiling at the toy and went to hunt his viper. “Come out, come out wherever you are, and I’ll give you a present.”
“I don’t think I want a present from you tonight.” John spun around and saw Randy behind him at the end of hall, with only the spare room and a closet to run to, John knew he had him trapped. John walked slowly down the hall.
“You don’t have anywhere to run, just spread you legs and take your present, so I can take you.” John’s eyes were dark, he was done playing. He wanted it over so he could enjoy his servant. Randy slid in to the spare room on his right, but he knew John had him. The spare room was almost empty save a couch and a dresser that house various goodies. If Randy had more time he would have found the one John begged him to use on a regular basis and knew he could have used get John submit to. But it was too late John stood in the door way Randy decide to go down fighting and lunged at John, but failed. John drove Randy onto the couch, flipping his leg over his shoulder John quickly slid the vibrator into Randy’s entrance. “Beg me and I’ll turn it on.” John dipped his head back down and resumed sucking Randy’s cock. Randy had lost, he knew it. The streak was over, he would just have to suck it up and take his weekend of hell, and pleasure.
“Turn it on John, I give up, I’m your fucking maid,” Randy let out a loud moan has he felt the device turn on. “Yes, more please.” John swallowed and took Randy all the way in, his nose brushing against his pelvic bone. Randy shook his head side to side; ashamed he was admitting defeat, but thrill that for once John had been so determine to win. John removed his mouth and began pumping hard and fast the way he knew Randy liked it. He loved to watch his tattooed lover letting go, he watch the white steams landing on Randy stomach the sign of victory. He pulled the vibrator out and slid himself in, hard. “Oh fuck.” Randy was in hazy state of orgasmic bliss and John was ready join him. John smirked he was always the quiet one during sex, while Randy was never silent. John loved the sounds coming from him as he pound him into the couch, he wouldn’t last long now with all the prior foreplay and visions of the black silk maid dress in his mind. He pulled almost the whole way out and slammed back in twice more before releasing. John let go and laid Randy out on the couch.
“Tried?” John looked at Randy, the war now over. The rest of the night was for peace, and tomorrow was John’s game of choice.
“Hmmm, yeah.” Randy stretched on the couch. “How bad is this maid thing going to be? I mean there really isn’t an outfit is there?”
“Oh there is, and it’s specially made just for you.” John smiled at Randy, softly his dimples peeking out. He leaned in and kissed Randy. “You’ll enjoy it, if you don’t struggle like you did tonight.”
“I make no promises.”
“You don’t have to, you struggle and resist, we’ll I’m going to make a new rule. It is resist and you’ll forfeit the next 3 rainy weekend battles.“ Randy waved it off.
“Fine, fine. Whatever, I’m too tried to fight you anymore.” Randy sat up, but John scooped him upi n his arms before he could stand. “I don’t speak any French you know.”
“That’s fine.” John started walking to the bed room. “Oui, Master Cena, is all the French you’ll need to know. “ Randy nuzzle John’s neck.
“Hmmm, I can probably allow that. But I’m not actually cleaning anything in the house got that.”
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mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Title: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
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mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">All is fair in love and rain.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Centon
Warnings: Slash, swearing, toys, mentions of cross-dressing .
Word Count: 13,511
Summary: Randy and John, hate being cooped up on rainy weekend. It usually starts with a war of wills…and ends with one of them covered in defeat.
Author’s Note: I based this on a fic, I something I read a long time ago for a different fandom.
Feedback: This is my first fic ever, so any comments and criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wish I did. But sadly, no.
Beta: None, all mistakes are my mine.
One rainy weekends most people stayed in playing video games, watching TV. That however is not the case in the household of John Cena and Randy Orton. One yells and the other screams and it takes the house weeks to recover and look normal again. On rainy weekends, John and Randy went on a rampage.
Plane rides, long and normally boring. Randy stared at John who was messing with his new iPhone. sighing he closed his eyes and thought if he wished hard enough the plane would land and they could be home for their 3 day weekend.
“A-ha! Got it,” Randy opened his eyes and looked at John, who had an expression like he just won the lottery. “Finally, figured it out.”
“Whatever took you 3 hours to figure out. I probably could have shown you how to do in 10 minutes.”
“Yeah sure, and you’d break the phone during your demo.” John teased, “What number on are you on now? Eleven or was it twelve? ”
“I stopped counting after five,” Randy slouched in his seating hating when John could prove he was actually better at something. “So what did you figure out how to do, anyways.”
“Figured out how to check the weather,” John had a smirk on his face that Randy did not trust. It was a smirk that usually meant he was in for some type of trouble, usually a fun type of trouble but he did not want any trouble this weekend. All Randy wanted this weekend was to relax, enjoy the sunshine be outside all day, and then come inside and spend the evening with John in bed. However he knew the look and had to ask, “What is the forecast?”
John’s smirk turn to a wide grin dimples showing and there was an evil gleam to his eyes. “Three full days or rain, you know what that means.” John licked his lips.
“I have won the last 5 times, you really think you’re going to win.” Randy leaned in to John’s ear and whispered, “You will be begging at my feet all weekend long, and baby it will be a long weekend.”
“Always so cocky, it will be your down fall.” At that moment the stewardess came on the loud speaker and announced the plane was landing. “Besides, I have something special planned for ending your streak, something you may enjoy.”
“Doubt that, you’re my bitch. Don’t forget it.” Randy glanced past John out the window; sure enough there were dark ominous clouds in the sky. It wasn’t raining yet, but it was coming, all he could hope for was maybe a couple hours to relax before all hell broke loose. Of course, so long has that hell went his way, he would still get the relaxing weekend he longed for with John in full servitude to him.
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Randy lost the coin toss and was stuck driving home, while John reclined napping in the passenger’s seat. Randy felt John’s hand on his leg inching slowly upwards, normally this would be very, very welcomed, not today. “You know the rules, not till we’re home, and not till its starts raining.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know the rules,” John removed his hand resting it back on his stomach. “I helped you create them remember.”
“Good, then if you remember if you break any of them, you forfeit and I win.” John saw Randy smirking. “And you remember I won by forfeit not too long ago, so I wouldn’t take any chances if I were you. Maybe you should recite the rules so you can make sure not to break them. Of course, I can always tempt you to break them later if I choose. Just like last time.”
“Who says I won’t make you break one, but to please you Princess. Rule 1, he who cums first loses and submits to the other for a full 48 hours, starting the following morning. Rule 2, no penetration, except but toys and fingers. Rule 3, we cannot start until the rain starts falling and we must be home.” John looked out the window at the clouds, hoping it would start raining at any moment, so Randy would have no time to prepare once they got home. “I believe that’s all of them.”
“That sounds about right, anything else is fair in love and war,” the car engine shut off and they were finally home. Stepping out of the car they both could feel the rain in the air; however the weather man had said it wouldn’t start for a few more hours. They stepped in the house and threw their bags down, glancing at each other, both wanting to jump the other, but neither moves. The house is eerily silent; they would hear the rain once it started.
“No since standing here staring, maybe the weather man has it wrong. I’m going to take a nap. Since you took one in the car.” Randy glided past John heading towards the bedroom.
John knew from the tone in his lover voice it was an actual nap and was not lying to get prep time. Maybe he wanted him to win this time after his comment on the plane, nah, he was too proud to have his streak ended. John walked towards the spare rooms to grab the things he would need to win, he knew it was going to rain, no way did the weather man have it wrong, especially if it was suppose to down pour for 3 days in a row.
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Randy was slowly waking from his nap, not wanting to open his eyes, just enjoy the rhythm of the rain outside. It quickly occurred to him that the rain was not a good sound and that he’d better moving to get John before John got… him. “Shit!” He quickly sat up on the bed realizing his hands were cuffed behind his back. Looking straight ahead he saw John leaning on the dresser smiling at him. “Bitch! Un-cuff me, this is ambush.”
“Why, it was raining when I did it? You would do the same to me if tables were turned. You’ve won 5 times in a row, this weekend I will not be your bitch, you’re going to be mine.” Randy knew that John was right; he would have hand cuffed or done something to ambush John if he hadn’t been so damn tired. John was slowly walking towards the bed, Randy had to think fast or his winning streak would be over. “I have the perfect little outfit for you to wear for me and everything once you lose.”
“Yeah, you haven’t won yet, and you won’t. Maybe I’ll make you wear your own outfit and,” Randy was bitching was cut off when John kissed him and forced him down to the mattress. He was not at an advantage, he had decided to nap in the nude and well the enemy had all of his clothes on, he really didn’t except John to ambush him while asleep. He had planned to call him in once he had woke up. Randy mentally bitch slapped himself, how could he have been so careless, even though he planned to start his attack in the bedroom with his box tricks already tucked under bed. He just needed the cuffs off and it would be an almost equal playing field. Randy’s train of thought was interrupted when he felt John’s hand enter on him, he let out a moan. “You making this too easy on me, I’m seriously thinking you want me to win.” John leaned down and began nipping at Randy’s neck.
Damn him, why did he have to know his sensitive spots. Randy attempted to roll and throw John off of him but he just got pinned harder to the mattress, he kept squirming try to get John to sit up. “John your fucking heavy, get off.” Randy thrashed a bit more and John did sit up, placing his hand on Randy’s chest keeping him flat on the bed.
“No, no, I’m not getting off, you are and then your all mine, you’ll be my little French maid. “ John smiling, he had wanted to see Randy wear the little outfit he had bought for months now. He had it custom made, just so it would fit in all the right places. He knew Randy would never wear it other than if John won a rain day weekend fight, hadn’t rain in some time so he had a lot of time to plan and fantasize about all things he was going to make Randy do. He grounded hips down on Randy’s erection, cause a moan to come from Randy. “Admit defeat and I’ll let you go.”
“Never, these fuck cuffs hurt. I think I’m bleeding.” Randy whined and watched has the flash of concern crossed John’s face. Got him, he thought smugly to himself, the cuffs didn’t actually hurt at all. He just knew John was too well, while he was opened up to a lot of different things since they’ve been together hurting or torturing each other till the point where one of them was bleeding was not on the list, yet.
John climbed off of Randy. “Sit up, let me look.” Randy noticed John had the key in his hand and tried not to smirk. John ran his finger along the edge of the cuff, Randy whimper and played up how badly they were hurting him. Randy here the click has the key unlocked one of the cuffs, as soon as one hand was free he shoved John off of the bed on to the floor and took the key and undid the other cuff. Randy jumped from the bed on top of John quickly grabbing one of his arms and securing it with the hand cuffs to the bed post.
“Baby, you are way to kind to me, you should have just left me cuffed and used your mouth.” Randy licked John’s ear and whisper, “Then you might have had a victory.” He began sucking on John’s ear lobe, running his hand up under John’s shirt, lifting the shirt has he went. “You are just wearing way too much, left me fix that.” He pulled the shirt over John’s head and free arm, leaving it hanging from the other, before sliding down to attack John’s nipples. He took one in his mouth, while pinching and tweaking the other, he watched has the man beneath him throw his head back panting. Smirking with confidence he continued with his attack while using his free hand to unfasten the jeans. Remember his stash under the bed reach under the bed for few an items, John saw the bottle in Randy’s hand and the evil look in his eyes.
“No, not that stuff, please no,” John began squirming he did not want to fall victim to that oil again. He wanted Randy in nothing but that frill French maid outfit. John was not going to lose, not for the fifth time in the row.
“Aw, but you love when I use this. It always gets you moan and begging for release.” Randy dripped a bit of the oil on one of John’s nipples. John groan has the oil warmed on the skin, making it feel like fire. “See, feels good, doesn’t it. How about I put some of that on your,” Randy felt John’s hand around throat, and John’s other had grab the bottle.
“You think I wouldn’t have a plan for you getting those on me,” John forced Randy to the floor. “I’m done playing nice, you’re scream my name has you lose.” John was straddling Randy’s chest pinning his arms to his sides. Randy eyes went wide has he saw the oil amount John was pouring in his hand, knew what was coming, and it was going to be him. John’s hand wrapped around Randy’s hand and started pumping. “Like that my soon to be French slut.”
Randy mind was racing he wanted to cum from that sensation the oil and John’s hand was providing was intense, but knowing if he did, he would be doing the older man’s bidding all weekend. How bad could being John’s maid be, then again John with a collar on crawling around on all four after him all weekend begging sound better. Randy decided to try something that had work last time, when John broke the rules, he could get John to lose his control. “Yes, John, feels so good. I more, please give me more. I need you, all of you.” John forced his tongue down Randy’s throat to shut him up. Randy’s hips start bucking, he was so close, John was going to win, and he could not stand it. John broke off the kiss.
“I’m not falling for that again, I’m not breaking the rules.”
“No, you sure.” He was panting. “I had something new plan for you this time. I was so sure you were going to love it, and beg for it even on sunny days.” John thought that sound promising, but an image of Randy in nothing but a white apron appeared in his mind to change it.
“You can show me some other time, your spending this weekend with a feather duster up your ass.” He squeeze Randy’s balls to show that he was in control. Randy hated it and loved it all at the same time. They were both so competitive these little rainy weekend fights they’re always sexually frustrating but gratifying in the end. “Are you ready to admit defeat? Cum for me?”
“Yes please, but I need more than your hand.” John grinned and turned around and took Randy into his mouth. Sucking slowly on the head before bobbing up and down quickly, trying to end the war quickly so he fuck his lover senseless tonight. “Get it over with, finger me.” John wet his fingers and slide down so he could reach the entrance, un-pinning Randy’s arms in the process. Randy let him wet the entrance a little before he jerked his body moving John off him enough so he could jump to his feet and run out of the room. “You want me, come get me. ” Randy ran for the big stash of toys in the house, hoping he could find John’s favorite.
“Bitch, get back here. You’re so getting the paddle tomorrow.” John stood up and grabbed one of the toys that had rolled out when Randy had grabbed the bottle of oil. He turned smiling at the toy and went to hunt his viper. “Come out, come out wherever you are, and I’ll give you a present.”
“I don’t think I want a present from you tonight.” John spun around and saw Randy behind him at the end of hall, with only the spare room and a closet to run to, John knew he had him trapped. John walked slowly down the hall.
“You don’t have anywhere to run, just spread you legs and take your present, so I can take you.” John’s eyes were dark, he was done playing. He wanted it over so he could enjoy his servant. Randy slid in to the spare room on his right, but he knew John had him. The spare room was almost empty save a couch and a dresser that house various goodies. If Randy had more time he would have found the one John begged him to use on a regular basis and knew he could have used get John submit to. But it was too late John stood in the door way Randy decide to go down fighting and lunged at John, but failed. John drove Randy onto the couch, flipping his leg over his shoulder John quickly slid the vibrator into Randy’s entrance. “Beg me and I’ll turn it on.” John dipped his head back down and resumed sucking Randy’s cock. Randy had lost, he knew it. The streak was over, he would just have to suck it up and take his weekend of hell, and pleasure.
“Turn it on John, I give up, I’m your fucking maid,” Randy let out a loud moan has he felt the device turn on. “Yes, more please.” John swallowed and took Randy all the way in, his nose brushing against his pelvic bone. Randy shook his head side to side; ashamed he was admitting defeat, but thrill that for once John had been so determine to win. John removed his mouth and began pumping hard and fast the way he knew Randy liked it. He loved to watch his tattooed lover letting go, he watch the white steams landing on Randy stomach the sign of victory. He pulled the vibrator out and slid himself in, hard. “Oh fuck.” Randy was in hazy state of orgasmic bliss and John was ready join him. John smirked he was always the quiet one during sex, while Randy was never silent. John loved the sounds coming from him as he pound him into the couch, he wouldn’t last long now with all the prior foreplay and visions of the black silk maid dress in his mind. He pulled almost the whole way out and slammed back in twice more before releasing. John let go and laid Randy out on the couch.
“Tried?” John looked at Randy, the war now over. The rest of the night was for peace, and tomorrow was John’s game of choice.
“Hmmm, yeah.” Randy stretched on the couch. “How bad is this maid thing going to be? I mean there really isn’t an outfit is there?”
“Oh there is, and it’s specially made just for you.” John smiled at Randy, softly his dimples peeking out. He leaned in and kissed Randy. “You’ll enjoy it, if you don’t struggle like you did tonight.”
“I make no promises.”
“You don’t have to, you struggle and resist, we’ll I’m going to make a new rule. It is resist and you’ll forfeit the next 3 rainy weekend battles.“ Randy waved it off.
“Fine, fine. Whatever, I’m too tried to fight you anymore.” Randy sat up, but John scooped him upi n his arms before he could stand. “I don’t speak any French you know.”
“That’s fine.” John started walking to the bed room. “Oui, Master Cena, is all the French you’ll need to know. “ Randy nuzzle John’s neck.
“Hmmm, I can probably allow that. But I’m not actually cleaning anything in the house got that.”