Phone Sex
Ok, I think I did alright with this, but I’m not sure…my confidence in my writing isn’t great because I rarely write. Oh well, as long as someone other than my perverted self enjoys this, I’ve done good. :)
Pairing: Codena (Cody+John Cena), plus Randy
Warning: The following contains male/male, voyerusim, and sex (shocker, isn't it?). This is for those over the ages of 18!
John spared his cell phone a glance when it rang and his eyes widened when he saw the name flashing on the screen on his phone. It wasn’t really a name actually, just the letters RKO. John cursed quietly and Cody stared up at him with concerned eyes. Cody’s hands tightened on John’s arms and he swallowed thickly. The man’s lips tried to form words, but lost his ability to speak when John thrust deeply inside of him.
“Don’t worry, baby, it’s not important.”
Ignoring his phone as it continued to ring, John kissed his young lover and concentrated on the body under his own. He kept his pace nice and steady, not going too fast as he wanted to make it last. It wasn’t every day that they had the house to themselves and that there was little risk of being caught. John was a bit of a romantic and not overrun by hormones like his partner seemed to be, so he wanted their time together to be special. Cody moved his hand between their bodies and reached for his straining cock, only to have his hand batted away.
“I’ll get to that,” John chuckled, “but I know if I touch you now you won’t last.”
Cody whined quietly, but nodded. His body jerked though as the phone started to ring again. John sighed and saw the letters RKO flashing on the screen once more. He had to take the call, knowing the man on the line didn’t make calls for no reason, but he didn’t want to stop what he was doing.
“I need to take this, ok? So, I need you to be really quiet.”
Cody nodded again, but his eyes went wide he realized that John wasn’t going to pull out of him. Instead John moved them around so that Cody was sitting up on his lap, facing the older wrestler and all without ever leaving his boy’s body.
To Cody’s horror, John reached over and answered with a cheerful, “Hey, Randy!”
Right away Cody pressed his face against John’s shoulder, willing himself to be silent. John did his best not to laugh at his boyfriend’s embarrassment or moan as Cody instinctively clenched around him.
“I had to call twice and you didn’t pick up right away,” a displeased, low voice told accusingly John over the phone.
“Sorry, didn’t hear the phone. What’s up?” John grinned as Cody froze.
“I called to tell you about last week’s house show.”
“Cody already did that.” He rubbed said teenager’s lower back to soothe him. “Hey, Ran, can I call you later, I’m in the middle of-”
“I doubt Cody told you everything, because you never called to yell at me about him getting hurt.”
“What!?” John’s outburst caused Cody to jump a little and John had to stifle a groan as Cody involuntarily moved up and down on his shaft. “He got hurt?” John asked sternly and Cody moaned lowly, though not out of pleasure.
“Sprained wrist and a concussion.”
“Really? He probably thought he could get away with that, huh? Get healed up and come home like nothing happened.” He pinched Cody’s bottom, hard, and the younger male couldn’t suppress his yelp. All thoughts of being romantic had been thrown out the window.
“What was that?”
“N-Nothing, I think Cody ran into something,” John answered quickly as Cody moved on him in retaliation. “I guess I’ll have to have a talk with Cody.”
Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder, John gripped Cody’s erection with his now free hand and mercilessly rubbed the slit of Cody’s penis, knowing it wasn’t enough to get the man off. Cody bit down on John’s skin and whined loudly, despite John’s hasty shushing.
“Coddles again?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah, he just hurt himself a little running around the house. Not thinking, like usual.”
Cody snorted against his shoulder. The older wrestler wasn’t amused. He was supposed to be the one who was annoyed, not Cody. The hand that had been resting on the small of Cody’s back slipped down and between his cheeks, pressing a finger against Cody’s already full entrance. Slowly and carefully, John pushed the tip of his finger in beside his cock. Cody’s breath hitched and he began to tremble.
“You need to talk to him about that. Teddy said it almost got him hurt during their training session.”
John pushed his finger in a little further, almost losing it at the feel of how tight Cody suddenly was. He studied what he could see of his lover’s face and listened to his breathing. No signs of distress or pain, maybe a little discomfort, but the strain on Cody’s features and the rapidness of his breathing were mostly from arousal.
“Don’t worry, I’ll discipline him.” Cody stiffened against John and the older wrestler looked down at him sternly before withdrawing his finger and Cody relaxed.
“Really?”
“Well, I’m not as harsh as you, but I have my way with Cody.” John winced at how that sounded and a quiet giggle came from Cody.
“Indeed.” Randy’s voice was mischievous, and John could practically see the smirk behind the word.
Gripping Cody’s hips, John started moving Cody on top of him. The younger wrestler started shaking his head, not wanting to risk Randy hearing anymore than he already had, but let out a small noise when John grazed his prostate. John kept his hands firm on Cody, controlling the pace and not letting the teen speed it up. He kept it slow, because that would drive Cody crazier than John throwing him down and fucking him into the mattress. Cody would like that too much.
“Y-Yeah, I’ll let him know … Know how I feel.” John said, trying to keep his breath steady, and quickly added, “About him getting himself hurt. He’ll think twice next time, I’ll make him think twice.”
John lifted Cody up so that the tip of his cock actually slid out of the teen and he lowered Cody back down at a snail’s pace. And he repeated the movement again and again as Cody began to shake and bit deeply into John’s shoulder to prevent himself from begging. It was so slow, so slow even for John, but he could handle it and he wanted it like that. He wanted every little bit of Cody’s patience to be tested and to push him even more. In all honesty, John could do this for hours, slipping in and out of Cody and having his length enveloped by that delicious heat over and over again.
“Uh-huh. And how will you do that?” If John didn’t know any better, he’d say that Randy’s voice got even lower. But John knew better.
“Oh, you know, uh, ground him,” John replied as he lowered Cody onto his shaft and kept him there. “Make him do extra training … that kind of stuff.”
“That’s it? Extra training?”
“I’d make it a hard training session. Really, really hard.”
Cody looked up at him uneasily and John gave him a wicked grin. Then, trying to keep it as quiet as possible, John grabbed a small vibrator, still coated with the lube and juices of earlier use, and slid it in alongside his hardness to where they both brushed his boyfriend’s prostate. Cody whimpered at the sudden intrusion, before staring at John with a mixture of horror and lust as he his older lover grabbed the switch, attached by a thin cord, and turned it on. Cody gasped loudly.
Randy cleared his throat. “He doesn’t seem to like that idea.”
John had let go of Cody’s hips, but grasped the base of Cody’s cock firmly. “He’ll thank me later.”
The look on Cody’s face told John that he wouldn’t be thanking him anytime soon. The man started bucking wildly against John’s vibrating cock, finally able to move at the pace he wanted, but found that he was unable to come because of John’s grip on him. The young wrestler couldn’t stop whining, he was desperately turned on from John’s teasing earlier and now he couldn’t find relief.
Over the line, Randy coughed. “Does he always whine like that when he’s being … disciplined?”
“P-Pretty much.” John was beginning to sweat, trying not to orgasm as Cody bounced up and down on him.
Soon Cody wore himself out, not even his athlete stamina could help him. He collapsed on John’s chest and angled his body so that John’s toy was vibrating on his prostate again, letting his lover torture him, taking his punishment in stride. Cody twitched and panted, his breath warm on John’s skin.
“Cody’s really a good boy,” John told his friend.
“Really?” Randy asked, sounding a little unsettled.
“Yeah. You just have to know how to make him listen.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cody mumbled almost incoherently.
Randy’s breathing was a little unsteady and it made John briefly wonder what he was doing. Only briefly. “And how do you make him listen?”
“You just … just have to be firm with him.” John bit his bottom lip as he turned the vibration up a bit faster. “But you … you also have to reward him … remind him … remind him that sometimes it’s good to be obedient.”
Cody nodded his head frantically.
“Will you listen now, Cody?” John asked, forgetting that he was still on the phone. “Will you be good for me?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes, yes, yes!”
“That’s my boy,” John murmured and let go of the base of Cody’s cock.
Cody threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as his orgasm hit him and his semen spilled onto John’s chest, even hitting the bottom of his chin. While Cody’s jaw dropped open, there was hardly a sound that came from him beyond small, strangled cries. It was too much and the boy was nearly unconscious when John finally came inside of him.
John pressed Cody to his chest and stroked his hair. “Cody’s a really, really good boy.”
He was startled when Randy took a deep, ragged breath and snapped, “John.”
“Uh, yeah, Randy?”
“Next time … I want to watch.”