Request ficlet for splendory
She asked for "Um ok how about....at a deserted roadside motel?!". If anyone else would like a drabble (no, you don't actually have to do the meme in return), then you can make your request here! This is pretty much straight up (so to speak) smut. You have been warned, or, ya know, encouraged...
“Pull over,” Randy ordered.
“Do you have to take a piss, or something?” John asked when all he saw on the side of the road was some run down, hole-in-the-wall motel.
“No. I want us to stop there,” Randy stated, pointing to said motel.
John turned his head to face Randy. “Why? You realize you can drive from one side of the state and back within a single day, don’t you? This is Mass, not Missouri.”
They had been driving across the state during their day off, just for kicks. They avoided Boston, saving that for another time, today was a day for driving around in the country and through small towns. No GPS, just the back roads and each other for company. It was nearing evening, and they were still about an hour away from their city of West Newbury. And right now they were in one of those more rural areas west of their city of residence.
“I’m not a complete dumbass. But I think we should stop there. We never stop at-,”
“Roach infested rat holes?” John saw Randy eyeing him up hungrily. “Well, fuck me, I never thought I’d see the day where Randy Orton wanted to stop at a flea bag motel for a quick fuck. Only reason I never suggested it was cuz I thought you’d do nothing but bitch about it…” John put the car in park and shut off the engine just before unlocking the door. Both men stepped out and shut the doors behind them, but not before Randy grabbed the lube from the Mustang’s glove box. John then locked the doors as he walked to meet Randy on the other side of the car.
Together they headed in through the hotel entrance where they saw a man watching TV up at the front desk. They walked up to him as he said around a toothpick, “What can I do for ya?”
John leaned against the desk and gave the man one of his big, dimply smiles. “We’d like a room,” he told him, watching the man out of the corner of his eyes while his full attention was on Randy, making his intentions very clear.
The man looked back and forth between them and saw how Randy was returning John’s stare. “How long will you be needing the room for?”
“Couple hours,” Randy answered, not breaking the eye contact he formed with John, and his voice laced heavily with his want and need for John.
The desk guy told John the rate, which he happily paid, and was then handed the key to room 4.
John and Randy headed back outside and turned down along the side of the building, walking until they hit room 4. John slid the metal key into the lock and turned it until he heard the click of the door unlocking. He opened it and switched on the light. Both stepped inside and were greeted with a wave of a heavy smoky smell.
“Goddamn, it stinks in here.” John never liked the smell of smoke, and he absolutely hated it when Randy came back inside their house after having a smoke reeking of cigarettes.
Randy shut the door behind him, grabbing John’s shoulders and spinning him around, pulling him in close and crushing their mouths together. “Don’t worry, baby,” Randy said between kisses, “it’ll be smelling like us soon enough.”
John pushed back on Randy, slamming him against the old wood door, kissing him fiercely while his hand searched for the lock, clicking it shut once he found it.
Randy’s hands were both on John’s face, palms on his cheeks, fingers curled over his ears.
Breaking away from the kiss, John began to place little kisses over Randy’s face, making his way down his neck. He took a step backwards, and Randy followed, if only to keep the contact of John’s mouth on his skin. Together they walked back until John’s knees hit the side of the bed.
“Hold on,” John muttered into Randy’s neck. He turned and grabbed the comforter, pulling it down to the end of the bed. He also made sure to kick off his shoes, because who knew what he and Randy would be getting up to…
Randy pushed on John’s shoulders, getting him to sit. “Roll over.”
Doing as he was told, John rolled over, letting his legs hang over the side of the bed. He reached down and made quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans. He slid them and his boxers over his hips, exposing his full, firm ass to Randy, who began kneading it within his hands.
“Shit, I can never get enough of your ass.” Randy’s hands left John’s ass as he worked to get his own jeans off. He toed off his shoes at the same time he pushed his jeans and briefs down to the floor where he kicked them off and tossed them to the side. He lifted each foot where he pulled off his socks before looking down to see his hard cock jutting up against his stomach. He inhaled a sharp breath when his hand made contact with his dick. It was begging to be inside John, and who was Randy to deny his dick anything? “Kneel on the bed,” Randy said to John. While John adjusted his position, Randy bent down and fished the lube out of his jeans pocket that he had grabbed out of the car earlier.
John wiggled his ass slightly, enticing Randy to him. “Show me how much you want it. Fuck me through this cheap, shitty ass mattress.”
“That’s the plan,” Randy said as he circled one slicked up finger around John’s awaiting asshole. He pushed forward as John pressed back, practically begging for it. He inched his long, slim finger in, feeling John relaxing around him. He circled it around, slowly working to loosen the muscle.
“More,” John grunted, fucking himself on Randy’s finger.
“Whatever you want.” Randy slipped the finger out before going back in with two. “Can’t wait for my dick to be inside you.”
“Shit, fuck, goddamn… Want it now.”
Randy, always one to oblige his man’s wishes, twisted his fingers around a couple more times before removing them completely. He heard a whimper from John, knowing the sound came less from the loss of contact and more for the anticipation of what was coming next. Randy squeezed some lube into his hand, which he spread quickly over his dick before finding John’s hole and pushing himself in completely in one thrust, the force slamming John down into the mattress. “Like that?”
“Just like that,” John replied as Randy’s next thrust ground his body further into the mattress.
Randy raised one knee and placed it next to John, improving his leverage. He bent forward, running one hand up John’s t-shirt, over his sweat-sheened back. Right now he didn’t care that there were two layers of fabric between his chest and John’s back, no, right now he was focused on his dick, which was balls deep inside of his husband. Right where it belonged.
The force of Randy’s thrusts picked up, jerking John forward, and he was now completely splayed out along the mattress. John’s cock rubbed over the coarse fabric of the bedspread, and he welcomed the burning friction as it counteracted the sheer pleasure that Randy’s dick pressing against his prostate brought him.
Randy let his hand run up John’s back to his neck. He caressed John’s neck, fingers drawing up goosebumps as they trailed over the sensitive flesh. Moving further up, Randy’s fingers rand through John’s hair. He scratched his nails over John’s scalp, down his neck, while his mouth attacked the opposite side. His hips kept thrusting, all the while, and it was driving John completely and utterly crazy.
John’s hands were grabbing onto anything they could reach, from the sheets and bed frame before him to Randy’s ass behind him and Randy’s hand on his face. His head was tilted towards the side of Randy’s hand, his right, and he was shouting out string after sting of cusses as Randy stimulated his entire body oh so expertly.
“Holy fuck! Fuck, Randy, so fucking close!”
“Same,” Randy growled into his ear. He then dropped his head back down to John’s neck, licking and sucking and kissing and nibbling it. But when he clamped down on the juncture of his neck and collarbone, it finally sent John spilling over the edge. John’s hips bucked up, trying to draw Randy in deeper as his ass involuntarily clenched around Randy’s dick. He didn’t even try to hide his shouts and cries as he came, either. If you couldn’t yell out in sexual pleasure at a pay-by-the-hour motel, where could you?
Feeling John’s clenching heat around him was what finally did it for Randy. John was riding out the tail end of his orgasm as Randy’s climax took him. His hips bucked in, pushing himself impossibly deeper into John’s ass. He rode wave after wave of pleasure, shooting within John’s ass.
Still breathing heavily, Randy pulled out and John rolled over. He drew Randy’s face towards him for a kiss, letting his tongue lazily trace around Randy’s lips before slipping it into the parted mouth.
“We didn’t break the bed frame,” John muttered against Randy’s lips.
“We’ve got time.”
“Pull over,” Randy ordered.
“Do you have to take a piss, or something?” John asked when all he saw on the side of the road was some run down, hole-in-the-wall motel.
“No. I want us to stop there,” Randy stated, pointing to said motel.
John turned his head to face Randy. “Why? You realize you can drive from one side of the state and back within a single day, don’t you? This is Mass, not Missouri.”
They had been driving across the state during their day off, just for kicks. They avoided Boston, saving that for another time, today was a day for driving around in the country and through small towns. No GPS, just the back roads and each other for company. It was nearing evening, and they were still about an hour away from their city of West Newbury. And right now they were in one of those more rural areas west of their city of residence.
“I’m not a complete dumbass. But I think we should stop there. We never stop at-,”
“Roach infested rat holes?” John saw Randy eyeing him up hungrily. “Well, fuck me, I never thought I’d see the day where Randy Orton wanted to stop at a flea bag motel for a quick fuck. Only reason I never suggested it was cuz I thought you’d do nothing but bitch about it…” John put the car in park and shut off the engine just before unlocking the door. Both men stepped out and shut the doors behind them, but not before Randy grabbed the lube from the Mustang’s glove box. John then locked the doors as he walked to meet Randy on the other side of the car.
Together they headed in through the hotel entrance where they saw a man watching TV up at the front desk. They walked up to him as he said around a toothpick, “What can I do for ya?”
John leaned against the desk and gave the man one of his big, dimply smiles. “We’d like a room,” he told him, watching the man out of the corner of his eyes while his full attention was on Randy, making his intentions very clear.
The man looked back and forth between them and saw how Randy was returning John’s stare. “How long will you be needing the room for?”
“Couple hours,” Randy answered, not breaking the eye contact he formed with John, and his voice laced heavily with his want and need for John.
The desk guy told John the rate, which he happily paid, and was then handed the key to room 4.
John and Randy headed back outside and turned down along the side of the building, walking until they hit room 4. John slid the metal key into the lock and turned it until he heard the click of the door unlocking. He opened it and switched on the light. Both stepped inside and were greeted with a wave of a heavy smoky smell.
“Goddamn, it stinks in here.” John never liked the smell of smoke, and he absolutely hated it when Randy came back inside their house after having a smoke reeking of cigarettes.
Randy shut the door behind him, grabbing John’s shoulders and spinning him around, pulling him in close and crushing their mouths together. “Don’t worry, baby,” Randy said between kisses, “it’ll be smelling like us soon enough.”
John pushed back on Randy, slamming him against the old wood door, kissing him fiercely while his hand searched for the lock, clicking it shut once he found it.
Randy’s hands were both on John’s face, palms on his cheeks, fingers curled over his ears.
Breaking away from the kiss, John began to place little kisses over Randy’s face, making his way down his neck. He took a step backwards, and Randy followed, if only to keep the contact of John’s mouth on his skin. Together they walked back until John’s knees hit the side of the bed.
“Hold on,” John muttered into Randy’s neck. He turned and grabbed the comforter, pulling it down to the end of the bed. He also made sure to kick off his shoes, because who knew what he and Randy would be getting up to…
Randy pushed on John’s shoulders, getting him to sit. “Roll over.”
Doing as he was told, John rolled over, letting his legs hang over the side of the bed. He reached down and made quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans. He slid them and his boxers over his hips, exposing his full, firm ass to Randy, who began kneading it within his hands.
“Shit, I can never get enough of your ass.” Randy’s hands left John’s ass as he worked to get his own jeans off. He toed off his shoes at the same time he pushed his jeans and briefs down to the floor where he kicked them off and tossed them to the side. He lifted each foot where he pulled off his socks before looking down to see his hard cock jutting up against his stomach. He inhaled a sharp breath when his hand made contact with his dick. It was begging to be inside John, and who was Randy to deny his dick anything? “Kneel on the bed,” Randy said to John. While John adjusted his position, Randy bent down and fished the lube out of his jeans pocket that he had grabbed out of the car earlier.
John wiggled his ass slightly, enticing Randy to him. “Show me how much you want it. Fuck me through this cheap, shitty ass mattress.”
“That’s the plan,” Randy said as he circled one slicked up finger around John’s awaiting asshole. He pushed forward as John pressed back, practically begging for it. He inched his long, slim finger in, feeling John relaxing around him. He circled it around, slowly working to loosen the muscle.
“More,” John grunted, fucking himself on Randy’s finger.
“Whatever you want.” Randy slipped the finger out before going back in with two. “Can’t wait for my dick to be inside you.”
“Shit, fuck, goddamn… Want it now.”
Randy, always one to oblige his man’s wishes, twisted his fingers around a couple more times before removing them completely. He heard a whimper from John, knowing the sound came less from the loss of contact and more for the anticipation of what was coming next. Randy squeezed some lube into his hand, which he spread quickly over his dick before finding John’s hole and pushing himself in completely in one thrust, the force slamming John down into the mattress. “Like that?”
“Just like that,” John replied as Randy’s next thrust ground his body further into the mattress.
Randy raised one knee and placed it next to John, improving his leverage. He bent forward, running one hand up John’s t-shirt, over his sweat-sheened back. Right now he didn’t care that there were two layers of fabric between his chest and John’s back, no, right now he was focused on his dick, which was balls deep inside of his husband. Right where it belonged.
The force of Randy’s thrusts picked up, jerking John forward, and he was now completely splayed out along the mattress. John’s cock rubbed over the coarse fabric of the bedspread, and he welcomed the burning friction as it counteracted the sheer pleasure that Randy’s dick pressing against his prostate brought him.
Randy let his hand run up John’s back to his neck. He caressed John’s neck, fingers drawing up goosebumps as they trailed over the sensitive flesh. Moving further up, Randy’s fingers rand through John’s hair. He scratched his nails over John’s scalp, down his neck, while his mouth attacked the opposite side. His hips kept thrusting, all the while, and it was driving John completely and utterly crazy.
John’s hands were grabbing onto anything they could reach, from the sheets and bed frame before him to Randy’s ass behind him and Randy’s hand on his face. His head was tilted towards the side of Randy’s hand, his right, and he was shouting out string after sting of cusses as Randy stimulated his entire body oh so expertly.
“Holy fuck! Fuck, Randy, so fucking close!”
“Same,” Randy growled into his ear. He then dropped his head back down to John’s neck, licking and sucking and kissing and nibbling it. But when he clamped down on the juncture of his neck and collarbone, it finally sent John spilling over the edge. John’s hips bucked up, trying to draw Randy in deeper as his ass involuntarily clenched around Randy’s dick. He didn’t even try to hide his shouts and cries as he came, either. If you couldn’t yell out in sexual pleasure at a pay-by-the-hour motel, where could you?
Feeling John’s clenching heat around him was what finally did it for Randy. John was riding out the tail end of his orgasm as Randy’s climax took him. His hips bucked in, pushing himself impossibly deeper into John’s ass. He rode wave after wave of pleasure, shooting within John’s ass.
Still breathing heavily, Randy pulled out and John rolled over. He drew Randy’s face towards him for a kiss, letting his tongue lazily trace around Randy’s lips before slipping it into the parted mouth.
“We didn’t break the bed frame,” John muttered against Randy’s lips.
“We’ve got time.”