Another wrestling fic from John and Randy's long history together
Ok, so this one was a long time coming. Why's that you say? Well, for the past week, or so, the interwebs and phone have been on the fritz. Can you say withdrawals? Anywho, thanks to the plane ride to and from England, I had tons of time to think about this story. I know before someone had asked if John and Randy were members of the Mile High Club, and I said I thought they might be. Well, let’s just say that on the trip, the guys gave me some insight into this. Rock on. This takes place sometime in 2004, not too long after they started living together. Enjoy!
“After that last fiasco, I can’t believe I’m actually letting you book our flight,” Randy said, hands on his hips, as he watched John over his shoulder, staring intently at the booking screen.
John turned his attention away from the computer and on to Randy, looking completely innocent, “What?”
“Oh, no, don’t even try the puppy dog eyes now. You fuckin’ know what. Sticking us in economy class like that. It was so crowded. And filled with screaming babies. Besides, a man of my stature needs leg room.” Randy, now finished with his rand, was standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Would you quit your bitching about that? I mean, that was a couple days ago. It’s in the past. Jesus, haven’t you ever learned to forgive and forget?”
“No. And no, I don’t think I will quit my bitching about it. You know why? Cuz it sucked. It seriously fuckin’ sucked major ass.”
“It wasn’t that-”
Randy cut him off, “Yeah, actually, it was that bad. Don’t tell me you enjoyed that.”
“Well, no, I can’t say it was the most enjoyable experience in my life, but, by far, it wasn’t the worst. I mean, it was a 50 minute ride from city in California to another. I don’t know why we just didn’t rent a car. Anyway, that’s what we get for waiting until the last minute to book our flight. This is why I’m taking care of this one back to the states from our tour of the UK now for a couple months from now.”
“So you’ve finally come to your senses? Are you getting us first class seats this time around?”
“Yes, Randy, I’m booking us first class. There’s no way in hell I’m spending eight hours on a plane in economy class. Hell fuckin’ no. Like you said, men of our stature need leg room.”
“Smart move.”
“Yeah, I know… So, you didn’t enjoy being one of the normal people for a day?” John asked after a brief pause while he finished their travel plans.
“Not particularly. There are some places you want to be one of the regular, average people. An airplane is not one of them. Besides, don’t we have those mile things or whatever?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Wanna get me that credit card? I forgot to grab it when I started here.”
“Sure.” Randy turned around and headed for their room. He searched through John’s bed table and his closet for his wallet. Nothing. He shouted to John, “Dude, where’s your damn wallet?”
“Did you check in my jacket pocket?” John shouted back.
“Is that downstairs?”
“I think so.”
“Ok, I’ll go look. Is it hanging up?”
“Should be.”
“I’ll be right back, then.” Randy headed straight for the porch where they usually kept their jackets. He looked through the pockets of two jackets he saw of John’s, and again came up empty. He ran back upstairs into their computer room. “Wasn’t in there.”
“Shit, where did I put it?” John stood up and looked around him, as though it would appear out of thin air, just because he willed it to be there. “Oh, I know! I left it on the fridge!”
“Dude, I was just down there. Get your own wallet this time.”
“Fine.” John came back a couple minutes later and completed the sale. “There, we’re all set. And now that all that’s done, what else would you like to do on our day off?”
“Hmm, it’s too early to go out. We could always go for a run. Or head down to the gym.” Randy cocked his head, “Or we could have a workout much more fun that bench presses and squats.”
John stood up again, and this time he moved around to Randy’s back and gave his ass a pinch. “Oh, really? And what’s involved in this last workout option?”
“I think I might just have to show you.”
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A couple months down the road, and many, many workouts later, the guys found themselves on a flight over to London, first class. Randy put his feet up and reclined backwards, “Now this is what I’m talkin’ about. Not that I don’t enjoy our little road trips through the states, but this, well, this is livin’. There’s plenty of room and, what’s this I hear? Nothin’. There are no screaming babies and little kiddies sticking their head up over your seat and staring at you wanting to have a chat.”
“I gotta give you that. This is very, very nice.”
The rest of the people on the flight started boarding, and soon, they were taking off. The guys both put on their headphones and each started watching something on their screens. John picked the Black Adder, since he watched it as a kid and wanted a kick of nostalgia. Randy settled on some action movie he had wanted to see, but never got around to.
Soon enough, their food arrived, and they dug in. Once their meal was done, John looked around him and noticed people were putting on their eye covers and dozing off to sleep. Three hours into the flight, the lights turned out. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. He had always wanted to do this, but he never did. This time, though, he knew he had to make up to Randy sticking them in the back all those months ago. Randy had his feet up and was lying back in his seat, his eyes closed. John looked around once more to make sure all the people that could potentially see him were sleeping. He slid close and slipped his hand under Randy’s blanket.
This got Randy’s attention. He made to sit up, but stopped when he saw John’s eyes staring into his. “That’s it, just stay like that,” John whispered into his ear.
“What exactly are you doing?” Randy asked, even though he knew, how could he possibly miss John’s hand unbuttoning his jeans, unzipping the fly and reaching into the band of his underwear?
“Haven’t you ever wanted to do this?”
“Have sex in an airplane?”
“Sure, I guess. But, what if someone walks by?”
“Then I’ll make it look as though I fell asleep on you. Unless, that is, I’ve moved elsewhere.” John winked and a wicked grin crossed his face.
“What are you talking about? Do you mean move seats or…” Randy’s sentence drifted off as he watched John slide down between his seat and under his blanket. He was amazed at how John actually managed to fit, but when that man was determined to do something, he’d go through hell and high water to do it. And right now, John was determined to give Randy the blow job of his life.
Randy scooted back in his seat, so now he was sitting up, which gave John better access. He looked around, and when he saw no one, he grabbed the back of John’s head and encouraged him forward. He couldn’t see the other man directly, but he could see his head moving back and forth, up and down under the blanket. Oh, and he could feel him. Could he ever feel him. John’s hands were running over his thighs and the things his tongue was doing made Randy want to shout out in pure bliss. But, he couldn’t. He couldn’t shout out because they were 35000 feet in the air flying to London with other passengers sleeping around him.
Generally pretty good at keeping quiet when the need arose, even Randy was having trouble with it now. He figured it was because they were having sex with all these people around, and the thought was exhilarating.
His orgasm was drawing near, and John knew this. He worked faster, taking Randy in deeper and deeper. His tongue swirled around the head, lapping up at anything he could. Randy’s hands had been on his head, but he knew Randy was ready when he took his hands away. John assumed he moved them to the seat handles, as they were much better to grab.
Randy bucked off the seat, a cry catching in his throat. He shot into John’s mouth, knowing he would swallow every drop.
Once John lapped up everything he could, he managed to slide over on the floor and sit back into his seat. Randy leaned over and licked his lover’s lip, saying, “You had a little something…”
“Thank you, babe. Now that woulda been embarrassing, am I right, if a flight attendant saw that on my face?”
“I’m surprised they didn’t see any of that.”
John looked around down the aisle, “Oh, I bet they did. They see everything.”
“After that last fiasco, I can’t believe I’m actually letting you book our flight,” Randy said, hands on his hips, as he watched John over his shoulder, staring intently at the booking screen.
John turned his attention away from the computer and on to Randy, looking completely innocent, “What?”
“Oh, no, don’t even try the puppy dog eyes now. You fuckin’ know what. Sticking us in economy class like that. It was so crowded. And filled with screaming babies. Besides, a man of my stature needs leg room.” Randy, now finished with his rand, was standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Would you quit your bitching about that? I mean, that was a couple days ago. It’s in the past. Jesus, haven’t you ever learned to forgive and forget?”
“No. And no, I don’t think I will quit my bitching about it. You know why? Cuz it sucked. It seriously fuckin’ sucked major ass.”
“It wasn’t that-”
Randy cut him off, “Yeah, actually, it was that bad. Don’t tell me you enjoyed that.”
“Well, no, I can’t say it was the most enjoyable experience in my life, but, by far, it wasn’t the worst. I mean, it was a 50 minute ride from city in California to another. I don’t know why we just didn’t rent a car. Anyway, that’s what we get for waiting until the last minute to book our flight. This is why I’m taking care of this one back to the states from our tour of the UK now for a couple months from now.”
“So you’ve finally come to your senses? Are you getting us first class seats this time around?”
“Yes, Randy, I’m booking us first class. There’s no way in hell I’m spending eight hours on a plane in economy class. Hell fuckin’ no. Like you said, men of our stature need leg room.”
“Smart move.”
“Yeah, I know… So, you didn’t enjoy being one of the normal people for a day?” John asked after a brief pause while he finished their travel plans.
“Not particularly. There are some places you want to be one of the regular, average people. An airplane is not one of them. Besides, don’t we have those mile things or whatever?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Wanna get me that credit card? I forgot to grab it when I started here.”
“Sure.” Randy turned around and headed for their room. He searched through John’s bed table and his closet for his wallet. Nothing. He shouted to John, “Dude, where’s your damn wallet?”
“Did you check in my jacket pocket?” John shouted back.
“Is that downstairs?”
“I think so.”
“Ok, I’ll go look. Is it hanging up?”
“Should be.”
“I’ll be right back, then.” Randy headed straight for the porch where they usually kept their jackets. He looked through the pockets of two jackets he saw of John’s, and again came up empty. He ran back upstairs into their computer room. “Wasn’t in there.”
“Shit, where did I put it?” John stood up and looked around him, as though it would appear out of thin air, just because he willed it to be there. “Oh, I know! I left it on the fridge!”
“Dude, I was just down there. Get your own wallet this time.”
“Fine.” John came back a couple minutes later and completed the sale. “There, we’re all set. And now that all that’s done, what else would you like to do on our day off?”
“Hmm, it’s too early to go out. We could always go for a run. Or head down to the gym.” Randy cocked his head, “Or we could have a workout much more fun that bench presses and squats.”
John stood up again, and this time he moved around to Randy’s back and gave his ass a pinch. “Oh, really? And what’s involved in this last workout option?”
“I think I might just have to show you.”
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A couple months down the road, and many, many workouts later, the guys found themselves on a flight over to London, first class. Randy put his feet up and reclined backwards, “Now this is what I’m talkin’ about. Not that I don’t enjoy our little road trips through the states, but this, well, this is livin’. There’s plenty of room and, what’s this I hear? Nothin’. There are no screaming babies and little kiddies sticking their head up over your seat and staring at you wanting to have a chat.”
“I gotta give you that. This is very, very nice.”
The rest of the people on the flight started boarding, and soon, they were taking off. The guys both put on their headphones and each started watching something on their screens. John picked the Black Adder, since he watched it as a kid and wanted a kick of nostalgia. Randy settled on some action movie he had wanted to see, but never got around to.
Soon enough, their food arrived, and they dug in. Once their meal was done, John looked around him and noticed people were putting on their eye covers and dozing off to sleep. Three hours into the flight, the lights turned out. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. He had always wanted to do this, but he never did. This time, though, he knew he had to make up to Randy sticking them in the back all those months ago. Randy had his feet up and was lying back in his seat, his eyes closed. John looked around once more to make sure all the people that could potentially see him were sleeping. He slid close and slipped his hand under Randy’s blanket.
This got Randy’s attention. He made to sit up, but stopped when he saw John’s eyes staring into his. “That’s it, just stay like that,” John whispered into his ear.
“What exactly are you doing?” Randy asked, even though he knew, how could he possibly miss John’s hand unbuttoning his jeans, unzipping the fly and reaching into the band of his underwear?
“Haven’t you ever wanted to do this?”
“Have sex in an airplane?”
“Sure, I guess. But, what if someone walks by?”
“Then I’ll make it look as though I fell asleep on you. Unless, that is, I’ve moved elsewhere.” John winked and a wicked grin crossed his face.
“What are you talking about? Do you mean move seats or…” Randy’s sentence drifted off as he watched John slide down between his seat and under his blanket. He was amazed at how John actually managed to fit, but when that man was determined to do something, he’d go through hell and high water to do it. And right now, John was determined to give Randy the blow job of his life.
Randy scooted back in his seat, so now he was sitting up, which gave John better access. He looked around, and when he saw no one, he grabbed the back of John’s head and encouraged him forward. He couldn’t see the other man directly, but he could see his head moving back and forth, up and down under the blanket. Oh, and he could feel him. Could he ever feel him. John’s hands were running over his thighs and the things his tongue was doing made Randy want to shout out in pure bliss. But, he couldn’t. He couldn’t shout out because they were 35000 feet in the air flying to London with other passengers sleeping around him.
Generally pretty good at keeping quiet when the need arose, even Randy was having trouble with it now. He figured it was because they were having sex with all these people around, and the thought was exhilarating.
His orgasm was drawing near, and John knew this. He worked faster, taking Randy in deeper and deeper. His tongue swirled around the head, lapping up at anything he could. Randy’s hands had been on his head, but he knew Randy was ready when he took his hands away. John assumed he moved them to the seat handles, as they were much better to grab.
Randy bucked off the seat, a cry catching in his throat. He shot into John’s mouth, knowing he would swallow every drop.
Once John lapped up everything he could, he managed to slide over on the floor and sit back into his seat. Randy leaned over and licked his lover’s lip, saying, “You had a little something…”
“Thank you, babe. Now that woulda been embarrassing, am I right, if a flight attendant saw that on my face?”
“I’m surprised they didn’t see any of that.”
John looked around down the aisle, “Oh, I bet they did. They see everything.”