Cenaton phone sex, FTW!
On a totally unrelated note, I just realized my little Heath!spam was my 900th journal entry. Crazy.
“Hey, Randy.”
“Hunter,” Randy nodded to the older man.
Hunter watched as the young star laced his boots, noticing as something on his hand caught the light. “What’s that?”
Randy turned his attention away from his boots to glance up, “What’s what?” he asked, confused.
“That,” Hunter said, pointing to Randy’s hand.
“Oh, that. I was gonna take it off, it’s just… Well, I gave that ring to John on his birthday, and, well, he kinda… Proposed, I guess,” Randy shrugged.
“You’re getting married?” Hunter sat down on the bench next to Randy. “To John Cena. Shit, you two will be quite the pair.”
Randy grinned, “Yeah, I know. It’s too bad he can’t be here to tell you with me. Stupid movie.”
Hunter slapped Randy on the back, “Hey, at least it gives you the excuse to have phone sex.”
Randy flushed, saying honestly, “I actually hadn’t thought of that.”
“Really, now? I must say, I’m rather shocked. You’ve gotta start using your imagination, Randy,” he said, tapping his own head with his index finger. “Anyway, you tell anyone else the news yet?”
“Nah, you’re the only one that’s asked, so far. I’ll tell anyone that asks, but I’d rather not say much else until John gets back. So, if you could keep it on the DL, I’d appreciate it.”
“Not a problem, man.” And, with that, Hunter left him on his own once again.
Over the course of the night, no one else asked about the new jewelry he was sporting on his left ring finger, and that suited him just fine. He drove back to his hotel, missing John something fierce. He stepped into the room, switched on the big light and hopped into the shower.
He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked over to the bed and peeled down the comforter, just like always. Then he decided to switch on the light on the table, just so he wouldn’t have to get up again once he was ready to actually go to bed. Once he turned off the main light, he grabbed his cell phone and headed back to bed.
He entered John’s speed dial number, but ended up getting an error saying he had to dial the area code. “Bitch,” he muttered, grumbling as he entered all of John’s cell number.
The phone rang three times before a familiar voice came on the line, “Hello.”
“Hey, John.”
“Hey.”
“What’s up?”
“I was just getting ready for bed after a long day of filming and watching you on TV.”
“Yeah, you were watching?”
“Of course, baby. You think I could pass up the chance to see you, even if you do look like a possessed monkey.”
Randy laughed, “Hey! That’s not very nice.”
“You did look sexy, though. It’s such a shame they cut you off, I was really enjoying watching you all hot and sweaty, kicking ass. For once.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. I just wanted to run my hands up and down your abs.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Mmm. Have I ever told you how well your trunks hug your perfect ass? God, your perfectly fuckable ass.”
“You might have mentioned it before,” Randy said, feeling his cock harden.
“And your thighs, they’re so thick, but oh so nice to kiss. I’m sure you know that, though, how much I love to lick and kiss up and down your thighs.”
“Yeah,” Randy replied, letting his hands dust over his thighs.
“Are you hard now, Randy?” John breathed into the phone, hand around his own cock.
“Yeah.”
“Are you touching yourself? Are you working your hands over your cock? Or, maybe you’re letting yourself trace that path along your thighs I love so much. Which is it?”
“Both, I’m running my hand over my thighs, letting myself touch my cock just briefly before going back down on the other leg.”
“Are you imagining it’s me touching you?”
“Yes. Are you touching yourself, too?”
“Of course. Now, take your cock out and grab it.”
“It’s already out. I’m lying here on the bed in just a towel.”
“Oh, fresh from the showers?”
“Yes.”
“Are you still wet?”
“A little.”
“I love it when you’re wet from the showers, still smelling like soap. Goddamn, it’s so nice.”
“Mmm, the same can be said for you. Seeing you after the shower is one thing, but, oh, seeing you in it, with the water running down your back, over your chest and ass and dick. Yeah, the last time we showered together, when I fucked you into the wall, God, I can still see it.”
“I can still feel you inside me,” John told him, sliding a slicked up finger inside himself. “Oh, yes,” he moaned, adding a second. “Oh, God!” he shouted as he curled his fingers, finding his prostate.
“Are you fucking yourself with your fingers?” Randy asked, speeding up the pace of his hand on his cock.
“Yes, but it can never feel as good as you inside me.” John hit his prostate, shouting out once again.
“John, I’m close.”
“Don’t come yet,” John said, removing the fingers from his ass and bringing them to his cock. He began to stroke it, moaning out as he teased the head with his thumb. “Oh, Randy, this feels so good. God, I fucking love you!”
That was enough to send Randy over the edge, “John, I’m-”
John began to come himself, and, once he was spent, he stayed breathing into the phone. “How was that?” John asked, a satisfied smile crossing his face.
“That was fucking amazing. I knew there was a reason I loved you.” There was a short silence before Randy continued. “You know what’s weird? Hunter just brought up phone sex today in the locker room.”
John let out a fake gasp, “Randy! How could you? Having phone sex with Hunter without inviting me, how rude!”
“God, John, I don’t want to have some kinky 3-way phone sex conversation with Hunter. He just said that while you’re gone, it’d give us a great chance to have phone sex. I was gonna try and, I dunno, work that into our chat tonight, but you managed that just fine.”
“Well, I might have mentioned it to him to maybe pass the note onto you…”
“You told him you wanted to have phone sex with me?” Randy sounded truly surprised.
“It might have slipped out…”
“Well, it was a fucking genius idea. We’ll have to try that again sometime.”
“I think we can work something out.” John yawned, “Hey, I should get some sleep; I got another busy ass day ahead of me. Take care, Randy, I love you.”
“Love you, too, John. Good night.”
“Night.”
With that, the guys hung up, and Randy turned off the light, without having to get up from bed to do it.
“Hey, Randy.”
“Hunter,” Randy nodded to the older man.
Hunter watched as the young star laced his boots, noticing as something on his hand caught the light. “What’s that?”
Randy turned his attention away from his boots to glance up, “What’s what?” he asked, confused.
“That,” Hunter said, pointing to Randy’s hand.
“Oh, that. I was gonna take it off, it’s just… Well, I gave that ring to John on his birthday, and, well, he kinda… Proposed, I guess,” Randy shrugged.
“You’re getting married?” Hunter sat down on the bench next to Randy. “To John Cena. Shit, you two will be quite the pair.”
Randy grinned, “Yeah, I know. It’s too bad he can’t be here to tell you with me. Stupid movie.”
Hunter slapped Randy on the back, “Hey, at least it gives you the excuse to have phone sex.”
Randy flushed, saying honestly, “I actually hadn’t thought of that.”
“Really, now? I must say, I’m rather shocked. You’ve gotta start using your imagination, Randy,” he said, tapping his own head with his index finger. “Anyway, you tell anyone else the news yet?”
“Nah, you’re the only one that’s asked, so far. I’ll tell anyone that asks, but I’d rather not say much else until John gets back. So, if you could keep it on the DL, I’d appreciate it.”
“Not a problem, man.” And, with that, Hunter left him on his own once again.
Over the course of the night, no one else asked about the new jewelry he was sporting on his left ring finger, and that suited him just fine. He drove back to his hotel, missing John something fierce. He stepped into the room, switched on the big light and hopped into the shower.
He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked over to the bed and peeled down the comforter, just like always. Then he decided to switch on the light on the table, just so he wouldn’t have to get up again once he was ready to actually go to bed. Once he turned off the main light, he grabbed his cell phone and headed back to bed.
He entered John’s speed dial number, but ended up getting an error saying he had to dial the area code. “Bitch,” he muttered, grumbling as he entered all of John’s cell number.
The phone rang three times before a familiar voice came on the line, “Hello.”
“Hey, John.”
“Hey.”
“What’s up?”
“I was just getting ready for bed after a long day of filming and watching you on TV.”
“Yeah, you were watching?”
“Of course, baby. You think I could pass up the chance to see you, even if you do look like a possessed monkey.”
Randy laughed, “Hey! That’s not very nice.”
“You did look sexy, though. It’s such a shame they cut you off, I was really enjoying watching you all hot and sweaty, kicking ass. For once.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. I just wanted to run my hands up and down your abs.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Mmm. Have I ever told you how well your trunks hug your perfect ass? God, your perfectly fuckable ass.”
“You might have mentioned it before,” Randy said, feeling his cock harden.
“And your thighs, they’re so thick, but oh so nice to kiss. I’m sure you know that, though, how much I love to lick and kiss up and down your thighs.”
“Yeah,” Randy replied, letting his hands dust over his thighs.
“Are you hard now, Randy?” John breathed into the phone, hand around his own cock.
“Yeah.”
“Are you touching yourself? Are you working your hands over your cock? Or, maybe you’re letting yourself trace that path along your thighs I love so much. Which is it?”
“Both, I’m running my hand over my thighs, letting myself touch my cock just briefly before going back down on the other leg.”
“Are you imagining it’s me touching you?”
“Yes. Are you touching yourself, too?”
“Of course. Now, take your cock out and grab it.”
“It’s already out. I’m lying here on the bed in just a towel.”
“Oh, fresh from the showers?”
“Yes.”
“Are you still wet?”
“A little.”
“I love it when you’re wet from the showers, still smelling like soap. Goddamn, it’s so nice.”
“Mmm, the same can be said for you. Seeing you after the shower is one thing, but, oh, seeing you in it, with the water running down your back, over your chest and ass and dick. Yeah, the last time we showered together, when I fucked you into the wall, God, I can still see it.”
“I can still feel you inside me,” John told him, sliding a slicked up finger inside himself. “Oh, yes,” he moaned, adding a second. “Oh, God!” he shouted as he curled his fingers, finding his prostate.
“Are you fucking yourself with your fingers?” Randy asked, speeding up the pace of his hand on his cock.
“Yes, but it can never feel as good as you inside me.” John hit his prostate, shouting out once again.
“John, I’m close.”
“Don’t come yet,” John said, removing the fingers from his ass and bringing them to his cock. He began to stroke it, moaning out as he teased the head with his thumb. “Oh, Randy, this feels so good. God, I fucking love you!”
That was enough to send Randy over the edge, “John, I’m-”
John began to come himself, and, once he was spent, he stayed breathing into the phone. “How was that?” John asked, a satisfied smile crossing his face.
“That was fucking amazing. I knew there was a reason I loved you.” There was a short silence before Randy continued. “You know what’s weird? Hunter just brought up phone sex today in the locker room.”
John let out a fake gasp, “Randy! How could you? Having phone sex with Hunter without inviting me, how rude!”
“God, John, I don’t want to have some kinky 3-way phone sex conversation with Hunter. He just said that while you’re gone, it’d give us a great chance to have phone sex. I was gonna try and, I dunno, work that into our chat tonight, but you managed that just fine.”
“Well, I might have mentioned it to him to maybe pass the note onto you…”
“You told him you wanted to have phone sex with me?” Randy sounded truly surprised.
“It might have slipped out…”
“Well, it was a fucking genius idea. We’ll have to try that again sometime.”
“I think we can work something out.” John yawned, “Hey, I should get some sleep; I got another busy ass day ahead of me. Take care, Randy, I love you.”
“Love you, too, John. Good night.”
“Night.”
With that, the guys hung up, and Randy turned off the light, without having to get up from bed to do it.