'SmutFest' - Pairing 17
I first did not want to post this in "SmutFest" since Mike/Randy has already been a pairing once and this actually was not planned in this series, but I decided for it since it is Smut and it is definitely a rare pairing.
Pairing: Mandy (Mike/Randy)
Title: "Late Night Washing Experience"
Summary: Not needed... Title says it all.
Warning: Slash, Smut, a little Roughness
Disclaimer: The characters belong strictly to WWE and their wives.
As always un-beta'ed, so forgive me any mistakes, please!
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They did not have any privacy since last Monday. They did not have any chance to celebrate Mike's title win by now. With their relationship still new, kind of at least, still fresh and definitely still secret, he did not get the chance to show his lover how proud he was. Ever since last Monday, since watching Mike rising that title high above his head, since watching the whirlwind of emotions displaying on his handsome features, since seeing the tears in his lovers eyes from up close, he had wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to cherish him and to devour him.
However, neither time nor circumstances had been on their side yet. Mike had been away doing promotion, doing interviews and photo-shoots, things that HE was entitled to do only weeks ago when he had still been champ. Now their roles were reversed and even though he was happy for the young, giddy brunette, he would rather wish to have Mike with him at the moment.
He was currently down on his knees, stuffing his clothes into the washing machine of the hotel, and feeling rather lonely and unsatisfied. Going one week without sex was nothing he was used to. Before Mike, there had been Cody, undeniable lust and unsatisfiable pleasure between them that never seemed to fade. They had broken up though due to Cody's growing desire for a certain blond superstar and his own growing interest for that certain, cocky brunette. They had both known that it would not last forever and were still the best of friends, even after realizing that they were not meant to be.
You could not just shove Cody Runnels aside or be mad at him for longer than a minute, not with his innocent, naïve, almost childlike behavior and that heart-warming, melting smile of his. Just damn near impossible. He had asked Mike out soon afterwards and despite him being Randy fucking Orton, the young brat had denied, first at least. Now though, two months later, he was glad he had been that persistent, because the loudmouth had really grown to him.
Not only that the sex was incredible and he felt like a schoolboy again with the entire secret sneaking around, but also did Mike make him feel young again, special, he listened to his rants and ramblings, and he calmed him down in a way only the brunette could. Yes, Randy Orton was in love, head over heals and he would be proud to admit it once they finally came out to their co-workers, friends and families.
Sighing heavily, he got back up from his knees and pushed the start-button, running a hand over his freshly cut hair. No one but him and his lover knew why he had decided to let it grow again. It had been a bet between him and Mike, starting on their first 'date' and ending with their first sexual encounter. He chuckled at the memory of it, how silly it had actually been and in all honesty, he had lost that bet on purpose, because letting his hair grow was only a small prize to pay for losing the 'Who'll become weak first and fall for the other ones charm and seducing' bet.
During the whole time, so deep in his thoughts, silly, dreamy sigh on his lips, he had not even realized the other man leaning in the doorway, spiky hair neatly styled with gel, red button-up shirt clinging firmly to his ever-growing muscles, tight blue jeans hugging his perfectly round globes like a second skin as he smiled at the sight of Randy Orton in front of a washing-machine. It was definitely a welcome sight, something he could use as blackmail: the 'great' Randy Orton washing his own clothes in the middle of the night at a cheap Motel just out of town.
He had gotten back from the interview a little earlier than expected and on his way back to his room, had thankfully overheard Ted and Santino chuckling about the fact that Randy was downstairs in the Motel's washing room to clean his dirty-clothes, the two men joking about the 'Viper' probably having had one wet dream too much. He had just smirked at that, knowing something they did not know, before sneaking off to find his lover.
He, too, had missed his man, missed kissing him and touching him, being devoured by him, adored and desired. He needed the body-contact of the slightly older man, his dominant lover. It made him feel loved and special. His former lovers had mostly been submissive to him and he was glad for the change ever since they were dating. The safety and the admiration he felt when being with Randy were things he did not want to miss ever again.
The low, seductive whistle brought Randy out of his current daze and, despite only being together for two months, he would recognize that tone anytime, anywhere. Swirling around to fully face the man leaning against the doorframe, he let the smile on his lips grow wider and his eyes sparkle with something akin to lust and desire the second they met the younger brunette. "Mike!" It's a surprised gasp, one filled with happiness, cheerful and loving as he watches the champ pushing himself off the cold wooden frame to walk up to him with a smile of his own plastered onto his undeniable young features.
"Missed me?" The cockiness, the played innocence in his voice always manages to awake something deep inside of Randy that comes close to undeniable passion and with a growl -not wanting to wait any longer- his arm lashes forward, palm firmly grabbing Mike's wrist to pull him flat against his body. An almost girlish squeal escapes the mohawk'ed brunette as he's being manhandled and before their lips crash together, he is sure he can see a full-blown smirk on the 'Viper's' face and hear a low growl from his lover.
The kiss is nothing short of passion and desire, a week full of pent-up sexual frustration put into it as Randy devours him hungrily, needily. It is sloppish and messy yet showing the young brunette how much he really has been missed by the tattooed male as their tongues start to fight for dominance.
He soon gave up, though, letting the older man take over and ravish him, grinning into the kiss like a little boy at Christmas, loving the effect he has on Randy, loving to feel him against him, loving to be desired, devoured like that. It is a definite sign for Randy's affection towards him, proof of how much he is wanted and he is loving every second of it.
When the need for air finally grows too much to bear, Randy pulls away, his forehead resting against the younger brunette's own, a satisfied, pleased grin on his lips as they stare into eachothers eyes, dark, lust-blown grays meeting deep, warmth-filled blues and a hushed whisper of "I'm so proud of you" fills the air. "I've wanted to tell you that all week long, but fuck… I didn't get the chance."
"I know, baby, I know." Mike sees the truth in Randy's eyes, the seriousness and the love, knowing damn well that he means what he is saying. He already knew it Monday night, just by the way Randy was looking up at him proudly, longingly, standing on the ramp, hugging the title close, holding it tight. What Randy did not know, was that Mike had wished for nothing more than the title being Randy in that very moment. He had wanted to celebrate that Title victory with his lover, had wanted to show him how happy he was that the elder man had 'jobbed' for him, had wanted to hold him and sob into his arms.
He knew that Randy was a proud man, not putting many guys over in the ring -only those who he thought deserved it-, and to get the title pretty much handed to him by the leader of the Raw locker-room, by his friend, his lover, had made the tears fall instantly. It had been a dream come true, if only Randy could have been in his arms to enjoy it with him. However, right after the victory, he had been ushered out to get his congratulations by pretty much every superstar and stuff-member in the arena and before long, he had been pushed into the waiting, screaming masses of fans for a celebration of their own.
He had not gotten back to the hotel before three in the morning that night and Randy -sharing a room with John- had already been fast asleep if he believed his cell phone, which was still waiting for a response from the 'Viper'. The next morning he had been awoken by a loud bang on the door, one of the public-relations members ordering him to get up and head out for an interview with MTV. The week had been full with promotional appointments and not for once did he have time to breath.
The few hours he had had for privacy, he had spent with sleeping, too exhausted to do anything else. He had only mailed Randy twice, the first time that 'fateful' Monday night to ask if he was still awake and the second time Thursday night to apologize to him for not having time. He felt guilty and ashamed that he could not bring up some time for his lover, already scared that the older man might not even want him anymore now that he was the champ. He had been afraid Randy might think he ignored him on purpose, that he might go look for someone else, someone with a lot more time on his hands, someone who gave him the attention he deserved.
However, that kiss just now had taken all his worries and doubts away in a heartbeat. The hunger, the desire, and the need he had been devoured with were enough proof for him that Randy still wanted him, and only him.
"We should go upstairs, don't you think?" The low, rumbled murmur of the darkly tanned man brought him back out of his current daze, his smile widening as he ran a tongue over the kiss-swollen lips of his. "You rooming with someone?" As sudden as his own smile had appeared, Randy's smile dropped again, the 'Viper' reluctantly shaking his head before pulling away. "Shit… I've totally forgotten about that."
Watching him running a hand over his face, Mike could not help but chuckle, taking a step closer to his man again to wrap his arms around the strong, toned waist to pull him close. Randy immediately relaxed into the embrace, the smile on his lips slowly coming back as he stared down at his younger lover, sighing in a mix of pleasure and frustration. "Think it will have to wait… or are you rooming alone?"
"No… but I've got another idea." The cocky smirk on the brunette's lips made Randy's interest rise and his curiosity grow, left brow arching up questioningly as he let his hands -as if on autopilot- run up and down Mike's sides, causing him to shiver and softly moan. "Yeah? And what's that?" Chuckling as Mike's eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, the younger mans grip on his waist tightening, Randy licked his lips. He would never grow tired of that sight, knowing damn well how a simple brush of his fingers affected the brunette in the most pleasing ways.
"Hmmm… shit, Randy…" Lids fluttering back open, deep blues were already blown dark with lust and desire, lips trembling as they curled up into a smirk, and without another word, he pushed the older man backwards until his rear hit the rumbling washing machine. "How 'bout we stay right here?" "And if anyone walks in?" "At one in the night? I highly doubt that." Yet another reason why he was attracted to the younger man that much. He loved the way he was thinking; they were so much alike.
With a growl matching that of a man possessed, he smashed their lips back together, drawing a pleased moan out of his younger lover. Hands firmly grabbing onto the smaller brunette's hips, he pulled them forward, their similar hard groins colliding while Randy's lips devoured his own. "Fuck, Randy… easy…" Though he loved it rough and needy, the way Randy was clawing and latching onto his clothes, on his skin was slightly startling him.
As soon as the words were out, the older man pulled back from him, an apologetic smile on his lips, cheeks flushed -not with heat but with shame-, and eyes fully of regret. "Sorry… just… I missed you so fucking much." Not able to help the chuckle escaping his lips, Mike shook his head before placing his palms on his lover's cheeks and drawing him in for a sweet, almost innocent kiss, smiling against the older mans lips. "I know… missed you, too… but…" "Shit, I so wanted this to be more special. On a bed… or at least in the tub… I know how much you love our little water-games. Not here… it's so fucking impersonal."
He could see the disappointment in the older, taller mans eyes, the frown on his lips and the wrinkles of sadness on his forehead as they stared at eachother for a long while before he finally shook his head with the faintest of grins. "I know… I'll make sure to get a room on my own tomorrow and we can really, REALLY enjoy it then… For now… I just want to feel you."
No more words were needed from then on, the soft, faint smile on Randy's features and the slow nod of his head enough of an agreement for 'Miz' as he pressed his body flat against that of his lover again, searching out his lips to claim them with his own, sweet, sensual, the most beautiful moan ever -in Mike's ears- sounding from low in Randy's throat. Their hands were moving on own accord, unpeeling eachothers from the tight confines of the flimsy materials until they stood both stark-naked.
Their actions were slow, yet possessive and full of desire, hands, fingers kneading and feeling, lips nibbling and kissing cheeks, ears, throats, every body part in reach. They were both urgent, needy, yet careful not to rush things, wanting to enjoy their alone-time as long as possible. Eyes silently pleading, inaudible moans and gasps escaping their lips in between kisses, Randy's hand slowly stroking up and down Mike's length while the younger man hooked his leg around Randy's waist, rocking his body in synch with the older mans pumping.
With how much he had missed Randy's touch and how long he had gone without it, Mike knew it would not take long for him to explode, his mind already spinning, eyes shut tight, lips slightly parted, just enjoying the feeling of Randy's smooth lips on his neck, the warmth of his breath tickling his skin, setting it on fire, and those skilled fingers pumping him faster and faster.
Hand quickly lashing out to take a hold of Randy's wrist, stopping him, his lids fluttered back open with a content sigh, staring back into the confused grays of his older lover. "Too close…" It was enough of an answer for Randy, the taller man nodding his head as he licked his lips hungrily at the image of Mike slowly sliding down to his knees, their eyes staying locked the whole time.
Slender finger running over the engorged head of Randy's length, a moan of appreciation escaping Mike's lips at the image of Randy so ready, so wanton, so hard because of HIM, he almost got lost into those deep, trusting grays. Only the sharp snap of Randy's hips brought him out of it again, the smirk on his lips matching that of his lover as he leaned forward to lick a stripe up from his lover's balls to the thick, pulsing tip. He enjoyed torturing the older man, enjoyed the power he had over him when sucking him off, loved to make him writhe and moan in ecstasy, to make him beg and he surely planned on doing exactly that tonight.
One hand going up to Randy's hip to hold him in place, he flicked his tongue through the pre-cum leaking slit, moaning at the unique, salty taste of the sticky fluid, eyes fluttering back shut as he took the head into his mouth, sucking it carefully, yet firmly, tongue putting enough pressure on it to make Randy's knees wobble. He could feel the large palm on his head, fingers gently running through his hair, hips trying to push forward, a silent plea for him to go lower, to go faster.
Smiling proudly around the thick girth, he went down on him inch by agonizing inch, making sure to graze his teeth over the smooth skin of his lover's length and relaxing his throat as good as possible to swallow him whole. A growl of satisfaction filled the room when he finally arrived at the end, throat and mouth fully stuffed, the soft tuck on his hair showing him the gratefulness of his lover. Mike started a slow, steady rhythm, knowing exactly how to make his older lover pudding in his hands, sucking him just right everytime he came to the tip, tongue teasing the slit while teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh.
With every downward move, he swallowed around the thick girth, clenching and unclenching his throat to massage the pulsing flesh, groaning and moaning to send vibrations throughout Randy's body, vibrations he knew would set him off sooner or later. His second hand came up to Randy's hips as soon as he felt the older mans urge to snap them forward grow, the grip on his hair tightening, the tattoed mans pants becoming sharper, unsteady, ragged.
Massaging the strong, toned hips of the elder man, eyes shut tight to fully concentrate on his task, his speed picked up, tongue lapping and teasing, teeth nippling and scraping, throat constricting and swallowing until he felt Randy tremble under his skillful ministrations. As soon as the older mans breath hitched -the only warning he got- the hot, sticky liquid filled his mouth and ran down his throat, his lust-filled eyes instantly shooting open to watch his lover's release. There was something highly satisfying in seeing the great 'Viper' shudder and spasm because of him, his face contorting in pure pleasure because of him, his name silently slipping past those voluminous, smooth lips as Randy's hips bucked against his face for a few more times.
He released the now spent girth from his lips with a loud pop, smirking up into his lover's lust-blown grays and giving his tip a final kiss before rising back to his feet. "Fuck… I've missed that." As soon as the words left Randy's lips, they were once again covered with Mike's own, plump, swollen from his ministrations, some remains of cum still sticking to them but soon getting swallowed by the taller man. The limb organ was quickly taken back into skillful fingers again and brought back to life, a groan of satisfaction from the older man showing him just how much he loved his touch.
"I'm so proud of you." It was the one sentence that filled the air again and again, whispered out in between kisses of affection, of love as Randy rocked back and forth into Mike's touch, pre-cum being smeared all over his recovering length in the process. The young brunette took hold of Randy's hand, firmly but gentle, leading it to his lips to let two fingers disappear between them, lubing them up, lathering them up with his own saliva.
Randy's face was buried in the crook of his neck, the low, rumbled growls of the older man making the younger man smirk around the slicked digits. He made sure to coat them thoroughly knowing what they would do to him in only a few minutes, the pure image of it making him moan.
After coating them fully, he released them with a loud smacking-sound, the fine sheen of saliva running down his chin quickly caught by Randy's lips with a growl of pleasure as he lead his hand down between the brunette's firm, ample-like cheeks. He could feel the younger man shudder in anticipation as his digits slowly ran up and down the quivering crack, teasing him, torturing him until his lover pushed back into the touch and a whimpered "Please" escaped those cock-sucking lips.
Both digits breaching the tight entrance in one go, his lips swallowed the loud groan of pain from the younger man. They both knew that someone could walk in on them at any given moment, but neither of them cared, their desire and lust too big to ignore, their need for each other shutting out all other thoughts, all their surroundings.
Slowly getting used to the intrusion, Mike started to wiggle his hips back and forth against Randy's hand, the fingers slipping deeper inside of him with each rock of his hips, his engorged, raging length leaving a trail of pre-cum on his older lover's abs. Their noises were drowned out by their lips meeting feverishly, Randy's bare back, his ass brushing against the cold washing machine causing him to shiver and moan.
His mind was just a melted mess as he tried to find that one spot inside of his lover that would have him scream out his name in ecstasy, pushing them further inside, pace increasing, roughness rising, loving the pained gasps and pleased groans from his lover's sinful lips. Their hard length's brushed together at the exact same moment Mike's prostate was hit, a string of explicates eliciting from the younger mans throat as he threw his head back in pleasure, Randy's lips instantly attacking the suddenly exposed flesh of the younger mans throat to lap and lick at it.
Mike was so far gone that he did not even realize Randy's digits leaving him only seconds before he was spun around, chest - heaving and falling in an unsteady rhythm- pressed firmly against the washing machine, lips hungrily kissing and nibbling his shoulder blades while his hips were grabbed firmly by his older lover. Pulling them back until his throbbing sex brushed over the crack between those tight, round globes, Randy's palms remained clamped on the young brunette's hips, thumbs massaging them.
Nudging Mike's legs apart with his thigh, he moaned in appreciation as his cock rubbed over the quivering hole, feeling the brunette's ass pushing back against him. He rewarded him with a soft tuck at his ear before his lips wandered lower again; kissing that sweet, sensitive spot right between the younger mans shoulder-blades at the same moment as he breached the tight ring of muscles with one firm snap of his hips.
Head lolling forward onto his arms, he muffled his scream by biting his skin, one small tear rolling down his cheek at the immense and sudden impact, the feeling of being stuffed so fully. He loved it, there was no doubt about it, but he surely would never get used to Randy's hard, pulsing, and certainly thick length buried deep inside of him. He was full enough to feel the throbbing flesh pulsing against his interior walls, Randy's hot breath and the wet, sloppy kisses to his shoulders slowly but surely taking the pain away again.
He gave him a while to adjust to his more than ample girth, staying still, absolutely still inside of those hot, tight walls, lips massaging Mike's back while his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into the skin of the younger man's hips. He had to close his eyes at the heavenly feeling of the clenching heat enveloping him, seemingly drawing him in further and further with each passing second.
Arms on the washing machine, lips firmly tucked between his teeth, Mike finally started to push back against his older lover, a silent plea for him to move. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Randy pulled out again, only his leaking tip staying inside of his lover, before he pushed back inside, slower this time, deliberately slow to make the young man feel each and every inch of him, make him feel his desire and erection, for Mike, because of Mike.
He built a steady rhythm, slow and torturous, in and out, back and forth; his head resting on the younger mans shoulder while he whispered his appreciation and affection to him, hands running up and down Mikes sides feeling the shiver of lust running through him. Their breathing paired with occasional moans and gasps were the only noise in the damp, cold air, their body-heat the only thing keeping them warm as they rocked together in synch.
Mike's walls clamped down on Randy, fitting him like a glove as they massaged his throbbing desire on purpose, the younger man clenching and unclenching them, a small chuckle escaping him at the groan of despair from the older man. "Mike!" Doing it again, he winked back at the tattooed male, hips pushing back against him in order to keep Randy going, to quicken the pace. However, firm hands clamping down on his hips, a growl eliciting from deep within the older man, Mike found himself spun around once again, his hole suddenly feeling empty, a disappointed whine escaping his lips before they were covered by Randy's.
He was lifted up onto the washing machine, the vibrations coming from it sending a curse of electricity through his body and making him moan. Moments later, Randy filled him fully again, thick girth pushing inside his hot interiors until he was buried to the hilt, lips attacked to the younger mans neck to drown out his satisfied groan.
The steady rhythm was picked up again, the pace slightly increasing with each passing minute, the heat of their bodies rising. Mike did not even needed to be touched, the vibrations from the machine underneath him paired with the sensation of Randy's hard, thick girth pushing against his sweet spot with every other thrust were enough for him to lose it.
Firmly grabbing Randy's cheeks in his palms, he pressed their lips together, the kiss the only thing able to drown out his cry of pleasure, of desire as he exploded all over them, sticky, white ribbons covering Randy's sweating torso. Shuddering and spasming, he tried his hardest to keep up with Randy's thrusts, wanting nothing else than to feel his lovers seed filling him. He clamped down hard around the throbbing girth, biting onto the plump, kiss-swollen bottom-lip of his lover to spurt him on while he slowly came down from his own high.
It did not take long for Randy to follow, the dual sensations of Mike's interiors clenching around him on purpose paired with those hot, wet lips devouring him and Mike's damp, sweaty hands kneading his buttocks were finally too much. Picking up the pace, hips snapping into the tight hotness over and over in a rhythm barely human anymore, he finally found completion, too, his lovers warm, convulsing walls milking him dry as he came with a hoarse growl of satisfaction.
Riding out his orgasm with a few deep, smooth thrusts, Randy's head fell onto the younger brunette's shoulder, his breathing uneven and flat, hands slowly sliding from Mike's sides down to his hips to squeeze them with the tiny bit of energy he still had left inside of him. As he finally rose his head, his gray eyes stared back into loving, warm blues, a smile able to brighten the whole room lightening the younger mans face as they kissed, slowly, softly, sensual and lovingly.
Legs wrapped around the older mans waist and arms swung over his shoulders, Mike let himself being lifted off the cold surface of the washing machine, sweetly moaning into the kiss. Pulling away from his younger lover, Randy searched his face for any signs of discomfort knowing how rough he had gotten in the heat of the moment, but to his relief he found none. A slight wince escaped the young brunette though, when he finally let his spent girth slip out of the abused hole, fingers quick to find it and caress it softly, drawing a soft mewl from Mike, a noise he would forever lock in the back of his mind, so sweet and innocent that it sounded like that of an angel.
"I've missed that… Missed you." His only answer was a soft murmur as the young man's head rested on his still heaving chest, nuzzling it, arms wrapped tightly around Randy's waist. "Missed you, too." "I'm proud of you… Really, really proud of you." A sleepy sounding, whispered "I know." drew a chuckle out of him and as he looked back down at the young man in his arms he could see the usually bright and cheery blues already half-lidded, blurry and tired.
Even though he was tired and exhausted beyond believe, from the media, shows and activities of the last week as well as Randy's ministrations, Mike did not know any other place he wanted to be right then, snuggling even closer against Randy's sweating, naked body, just standing there… in the washing room of a Motel just a little outside of town. A perfect ending to a perfect week.
Next one will be Cody/Drew.
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