John/Randy Survivor Series ficcage (with potential for a John/Randy/Cody follow up)
John and Randy walked into the arena together, and the excitement was buzzing around them. Mostly because of John. He was back in his hometown, kinda, all of Mass is a Boston suburb, anyway, so it was close enough for him making his big comeback, and he was gonna win it all, at that. Not to mention he had Randy there with him. Finally, after months of either one being out for some injury or another, the boys were back.
They barely made it to the locker room before they were on top of each other. John dragged Randy into the bathroom, shutting and locking the stall door behind them. “There’s just something about a hometown crowd that really gets you going, ya know?” John asked, cutting Randy off with a kiss before the other man could answer. John’s hands lay flat against the door next to Randy’s head as their tongues slid against one another’s in a battle for dominance. Both men continued the kiss; Randy let his hands slide into John’s back pockets, grabbing his ass through the denim and pulling him in closer.
John’s hands slid down, one latching onto Randy’s neck, the other trailing down to his crotch. Still kissing, John moved back slightly to allow room for his hand to slide against Randy through his jeans. His palm worked up and down, and under the fabric he could feel Randy stirring.
As John teased Randy, Randy responded, moving his hands up and down inside John’s pockets, sometimes raking his fingers over him, sometimes the entire flat of his hand. John pulled back from the kiss, panting, eyes closed.
“I can’t wait to see you once that ‘hometown crowd’ actually gets here,” Randy said, still letting his hands work over John’s ass. Suddenly, he dropped his head, straight to John’s neck. He kissed and licked the skin, working his way over to the faint scar still noticeable on the neck. He traced the tip of his tongue along it, and though Randy had done it many times in the past, the action still sent shivers down John’s spine. He assumed it was due to his earlier reasoning: there was just something about being inside the arena that turned him on that much more.
John’s hand continued to rub, and he knew Randy was aching to be freed from the confines of his jeans. But he didn’t give it to him. He felt one of Randy’s hands slip out of his pocket, then felt that same hand tease under the waist line of his own jeans. He reached the front and shot his hand down, letting the tips of his fingers brush against John’s dick. John moved his hand away, then thrust his hips forward, slamming Randy back into the door, closing any distance between them. Randy pulled his hand back and brought it to rest on John’s lower back. John continued to rub his hips against Randy’s, the heat still there, even through all those layers of fabric.
“I missed this,” Randy managed to get out.
John nodded, feeling the same way. But, he knew that this would have to come to an end soon. He pulled away from Randy, breaking all contact. “Sorry, but, uhh…” John trailed off, hoping Randy would get what he was trying to say.
“Hmm, yeah, we’ll have to continue the celebrations after we win our matches.” He bent forward, capturing John’s mouth once again in a final kiss before both men went off to prepare for their matches.
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“Nice job, man,” John said to Randy, wrapping his arm around Randy’s shoulder when he entered the locker room following his match. He saw Cody come in behind him, and decided to give both men a hard time. “Now, would you please stop eyeing up Cody?” He looked over towards Cody and watched as his eyes went wide and a blush crept up his face. “Especially since we’re married now, and all that shit. You’re supposed to only have eyes for me.” He saw the blush deepen and continued, “Just imagine what Teddy is thinking while he’s watching this, knowing he won’t be around to quell your sexual desires. And you’re looking for it in a married man, Cody, shame on you.”
Cody stammered, searching for the right words, “But… C’mon, I… I mean, Teddy…” He pouted, finishing with, “You suck.”
John smirked and turned back towards Randy, “And you,” he said, poking Randy in the chest, “just because you’re sexually frustrated from earlier doesn’t mean you should be returning those looks.”
By now, Randy was laughing at Cody’s expense and John was having a hard time keeping a straight face.
“You’re both assholes, you know that?” Cody asked the pair.
The two exchanged glances and nodded, saying, “Yeah,” at the same time.
Cody shot them another look before walking off to the showers. Before he entered the other room, Randy said, much louder than was called for, “Aww, I bet he’s gonna go beat off in there to thoughts of Teddy.” John hit him on the arm, but laughed anyway.
“Asshole!” Cody shouted back without looking, and continued on his walk to the shower.
“Do you have no shame?” John asked him.
“Have you not known me for a ridiculous amount of time?” Randy replied, not missing a beat.
“So true. But I wouldn’t have you any other way,” John said, placing a quick kiss on Randy’s cheek. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go and get myself ready.”
“Fine, leave me in here with no one to talk to except whatever guys waltz in here,” Randy feigned in a sigh as he sat on a bench. “Well, them and a really pissed off Cody once he’s outta there.”
“That’s not my problem,” John answered. He bent down, kissing Randy briefly on the lips. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Good luck, and don’t you fucking dare get hurt again.”
“Yes, sir.” John gave Randy a smile, and Randy couldn’t help but return it.
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"Congrats, John," Randy said as John walked into the locker room after John won his big welcome back match.
A giant smile erupted on his face as he pet the title slung over his shoulder. He placed the belt down when Randy stood up and wrapped his arms around him. "Thanks."
Still in each other's arms, the two kissed in the middle of the locker room, not caring who was watching. Suddenly, Randy pulled back and looked John straight in the eye, "Even though it should have been me in that match."
John rolled his eyes, used to such comments from Randy now, before covering Randy's mouth with his own once again. The kiss didn’t last long, as John was once again pulling Randy by the arm into the bathroom. “Now, should we finish what we started earlier? Because I think proper congratulations are in order.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Randy said, pushing John the final way into their stall from earlier. This time it was Randy who had John against the door. They kissed, tongues tangling against each other, filling their partner’s mouths. Randy had the other man’s hands pinned against the door, and his leg slid in between John’s, letting his leg rub against his crotch.
John broke the kiss, letting his head fall to the side, and Randy took advantage, biting at the exposed skin. “Wait, wait,” John said, causing Randy to pull back and give him a strange look.
“What?”
“Did you want to finish this in our hotel room?”
“NO!” Randy answered, diving back in towards John’s neck.
“But someone could hear-”
“Like they’ve never heard us before, now can we please keep going?” Randy quickly unbuttoned John’s jeans, brushing his hand against John’s hard cock as he slid the zipper down. He stuck his hand into John’s boxers and took hold of it, immediately circling the head with his thumb.
John’s did the same for Randy, releasing him from the jeans and briefs he had already changed into. The two made eye contact, and Randy’s hips jutted forward, allowing his cock to brush John’s.
The two continued to let their dicks rub together, the friction intensifying the feeling. Their hands fell onto themselves at the same time, both men working to spread the leaking precum over them.
Both men picked up a rhythm, their hands wrapped around both cocks as their hips moved back and forth. And both men knew that after all that had happened over the course of the day, neither would last long.
“John, I’m so close,” Randy said into his ear, just a light breath.
“I know,” John replied, squeezing Randy’s dick. That was it; Randy’s hips jut forward as he began to shoot onto John’s stomach. John’s release was soon to follow, in a similar fashion.
Spent, Randy grabbed some toilet tissue and cleaned himself up as best he could before tucking everything back into his briefs. John did the same, then opened up the stall door and stepped out. “Yeah, I missed that.”
“Me too, Johnny, me too. So, don’t get hurt again, ok?”
“I’ll do what I can, babe.” The two gathered their things still in the locker room, and were soon heading to their car. “Should we continue the celebrations in our hotel room?”
“Yeah, we should. Would you, uh, be interested in giving Cody a call?”
They barely made it to the locker room before they were on top of each other. John dragged Randy into the bathroom, shutting and locking the stall door behind them. “There’s just something about a hometown crowd that really gets you going, ya know?” John asked, cutting Randy off with a kiss before the other man could answer. John’s hands lay flat against the door next to Randy’s head as their tongues slid against one another’s in a battle for dominance. Both men continued the kiss; Randy let his hands slide into John’s back pockets, grabbing his ass through the denim and pulling him in closer.
John’s hands slid down, one latching onto Randy’s neck, the other trailing down to his crotch. Still kissing, John moved back slightly to allow room for his hand to slide against Randy through his jeans. His palm worked up and down, and under the fabric he could feel Randy stirring.
As John teased Randy, Randy responded, moving his hands up and down inside John’s pockets, sometimes raking his fingers over him, sometimes the entire flat of his hand. John pulled back from the kiss, panting, eyes closed.
“I can’t wait to see you once that ‘hometown crowd’ actually gets here,” Randy said, still letting his hands work over John’s ass. Suddenly, he dropped his head, straight to John’s neck. He kissed and licked the skin, working his way over to the faint scar still noticeable on the neck. He traced the tip of his tongue along it, and though Randy had done it many times in the past, the action still sent shivers down John’s spine. He assumed it was due to his earlier reasoning: there was just something about being inside the arena that turned him on that much more.
John’s hand continued to rub, and he knew Randy was aching to be freed from the confines of his jeans. But he didn’t give it to him. He felt one of Randy’s hands slip out of his pocket, then felt that same hand tease under the waist line of his own jeans. He reached the front and shot his hand down, letting the tips of his fingers brush against John’s dick. John moved his hand away, then thrust his hips forward, slamming Randy back into the door, closing any distance between them. Randy pulled his hand back and brought it to rest on John’s lower back. John continued to rub his hips against Randy’s, the heat still there, even through all those layers of fabric.
“I missed this,” Randy managed to get out.
John nodded, feeling the same way. But, he knew that this would have to come to an end soon. He pulled away from Randy, breaking all contact. “Sorry, but, uhh…” John trailed off, hoping Randy would get what he was trying to say.
“Hmm, yeah, we’ll have to continue the celebrations after we win our matches.” He bent forward, capturing John’s mouth once again in a final kiss before both men went off to prepare for their matches.
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“Nice job, man,” John said to Randy, wrapping his arm around Randy’s shoulder when he entered the locker room following his match. He saw Cody come in behind him, and decided to give both men a hard time. “Now, would you please stop eyeing up Cody?” He looked over towards Cody and watched as his eyes went wide and a blush crept up his face. “Especially since we’re married now, and all that shit. You’re supposed to only have eyes for me.” He saw the blush deepen and continued, “Just imagine what Teddy is thinking while he’s watching this, knowing he won’t be around to quell your sexual desires. And you’re looking for it in a married man, Cody, shame on you.”
Cody stammered, searching for the right words, “But… C’mon, I… I mean, Teddy…” He pouted, finishing with, “You suck.”
John smirked and turned back towards Randy, “And you,” he said, poking Randy in the chest, “just because you’re sexually frustrated from earlier doesn’t mean you should be returning those looks.”
By now, Randy was laughing at Cody’s expense and John was having a hard time keeping a straight face.
“You’re both assholes, you know that?” Cody asked the pair.
The two exchanged glances and nodded, saying, “Yeah,” at the same time.
Cody shot them another look before walking off to the showers. Before he entered the other room, Randy said, much louder than was called for, “Aww, I bet he’s gonna go beat off in there to thoughts of Teddy.” John hit him on the arm, but laughed anyway.
“Asshole!” Cody shouted back without looking, and continued on his walk to the shower.
“Do you have no shame?” John asked him.
“Have you not known me for a ridiculous amount of time?” Randy replied, not missing a beat.
“So true. But I wouldn’t have you any other way,” John said, placing a quick kiss on Randy’s cheek. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go and get myself ready.”
“Fine, leave me in here with no one to talk to except whatever guys waltz in here,” Randy feigned in a sigh as he sat on a bench. “Well, them and a really pissed off Cody once he’s outta there.”
“That’s not my problem,” John answered. He bent down, kissing Randy briefly on the lips. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Good luck, and don’t you fucking dare get hurt again.”
“Yes, sir.” John gave Randy a smile, and Randy couldn’t help but return it.
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"Congrats, John," Randy said as John walked into the locker room after John won his big welcome back match.
A giant smile erupted on his face as he pet the title slung over his shoulder. He placed the belt down when Randy stood up and wrapped his arms around him. "Thanks."
Still in each other's arms, the two kissed in the middle of the locker room, not caring who was watching. Suddenly, Randy pulled back and looked John straight in the eye, "Even though it should have been me in that match."
John rolled his eyes, used to such comments from Randy now, before covering Randy's mouth with his own once again. The kiss didn’t last long, as John was once again pulling Randy by the arm into the bathroom. “Now, should we finish what we started earlier? Because I think proper congratulations are in order.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Randy said, pushing John the final way into their stall from earlier. This time it was Randy who had John against the door. They kissed, tongues tangling against each other, filling their partner’s mouths. Randy had the other man’s hands pinned against the door, and his leg slid in between John’s, letting his leg rub against his crotch.
John broke the kiss, letting his head fall to the side, and Randy took advantage, biting at the exposed skin. “Wait, wait,” John said, causing Randy to pull back and give him a strange look.
“What?”
“Did you want to finish this in our hotel room?”
“NO!” Randy answered, diving back in towards John’s neck.
“But someone could hear-”
“Like they’ve never heard us before, now can we please keep going?” Randy quickly unbuttoned John’s jeans, brushing his hand against John’s hard cock as he slid the zipper down. He stuck his hand into John’s boxers and took hold of it, immediately circling the head with his thumb.
John’s did the same for Randy, releasing him from the jeans and briefs he had already changed into. The two made eye contact, and Randy’s hips jutted forward, allowing his cock to brush John’s.
The two continued to let their dicks rub together, the friction intensifying the feeling. Their hands fell onto themselves at the same time, both men working to spread the leaking precum over them.
Both men picked up a rhythm, their hands wrapped around both cocks as their hips moved back and forth. And both men knew that after all that had happened over the course of the day, neither would last long.
“John, I’m so close,” Randy said into his ear, just a light breath.
“I know,” John replied, squeezing Randy’s dick. That was it; Randy’s hips jut forward as he began to shoot onto John’s stomach. John’s release was soon to follow, in a similar fashion.
Spent, Randy grabbed some toilet tissue and cleaned himself up as best he could before tucking everything back into his briefs. John did the same, then opened up the stall door and stepped out. “Yeah, I missed that.”
“Me too, Johnny, me too. So, don’t get hurt again, ok?”
“I’ll do what I can, babe.” The two gathered their things still in the locker room, and were soon heading to their car. “Should we continue the celebrations in our hotel room?”
“Yeah, we should. Would you, uh, be interested in giving Cody a call?”