FIC: Eclipse (Centon; Rated R; 15/15)
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply.
Title: Eclipse
Pairing: Centon (main)
Story Rating: R
Chapter Rating: R
Summary: When trust becomes an issue, things can go horribly wrong.
Author's Notes: LKJSDFLKJSDFLKJSDF IT'S OVER. Is it really over? I can't believe it's over. I don't think it's over yet. No, it's over. But but but but. Pfft. Just want to thank EVERYBODY who's stuck with this fic to the very end. Thank you all so much for your love and support. I'm already working on the next fic project, and I hope it lives up to your expectations. Love y'all!
X-posted to: marcianafics, cenaortonmylove and lady_tavington
Previous:
1. Just Tonight
2. The Morning After
3. Dinner At Last
4. The Proposal
5. The First Bite
6. Change Of Heart
7. The Second Bite
8. Slight Pivot/The Final Sting
9. The Third Bite
10. When All Boils Over
11. Awakening
12. Turnabout
13. Hard Truths
14a. Possession (Interlude)
14b. Collision
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ECLIPSE
a CENTON fic
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
Chapter 15
Fusion
Justin licks John from balls to head slowly, before wrapping a hand around the base and then his lips around the tip. He sucks sharply, hollowing his cheeks, his tongue teasing along the slit. John hisses, his hand in Justin’s hair as Justin begins to move back and forth, his tongue flat against the underside of John’s shaft as he sucks on John’s cock. Justin moves quickly, now knowing what John likes, and John grows in his mouth, causing him to moan around him.
“Oh shit,” John sighs, watching his cock move between Justin’s lips, “Fuck, Justin, that’s good...”
One of Justin’s hands moves up John’s chest, the other gripping at his hip as he sucks harder, quicker, making obscene noises that only serve to make John harder that much faster, and it takes all of John’s willpower and more not to fuck into Justin’s hot mouth. Vaguely, he hears the sound of a zipper being drawn down somewhere behind him, but that’s when Justin’s teeth graze the sensitive vein underneath the shaft, and John bucks. He’s fully hard now, but Justin refuses to stop, in fact picks up the pace, a hand stroking John’s tightened sac, fingers brushing teasingly against John’s hole.
“Fuck yeah,” John whispers, locking eyes with Justin when he looks up at him, “Fucking take it all in.”
Justin releases him long enough to smirk up at him and to take a deep breath. As John watches, his mouth closes around John’s cock, and then moves slowly down his length, taking him in slow inch by slow inch, until the head of his dick is touching the back of Justin’s throat, past his gag reflex. He keeps John in there for a few seconds before releasing him with a slight pop! and a sigh, only to do it again. John curses soundly, growling as Justin keeps him in longer this time.
“God, that mouth is gonna be the death of me,” he heaves, “Move. Suck me until I’m almost coming.”
Justin does, moving quicker, sucking harder, making louder noises. John can no longer keep himself from thrusting into Justin’s mouth, but he pulls back from thrusting in too deep or too hard. He watches as Justin’s lips move all the way down his cock to suck sharply at his sac, Justin’s fist stroking him rapidly and tightly. And then, without warning, Justin’s tongue is moving past his overly sensitized perineum, until he’s licking at John’s puckered entrance, his hand still moving quickly.
“FUCK!” John moans, belly jumping, “Oh my God, Justin...Holy shit, that’s good, fuck...Oh shit, wait, Justin...Oh SHIT, that’s fucking amazing...Come on, dirty fucking Angel, I’m nearly there, suck my fucking cock until I tell you to stop.”
Justin obeys without question, moaning at the nickname John called him, and takes John’s dick back into his mouth. He bobs his head fast, his cheeks sinking in as he sucks as hard as he possibly can. John’s torso heaves as he succumbs to the onslaught of Justin’s mouth, letting the fire in his belly spread as fast as he can until he can barely take it anymore. Tugging on Justin’s hair, he makes him stop, feeling his climax pushing to the brim.
“Not in your mouth,” John breathes, “Not yet anyway. Get on your back on the bed. I’m gonna fuck you the way you want me to.”
Justin slowly gets back up to his feet, snaking a hand around John’s neck and pulling him down to kiss him, drawing John’s tongue into his mouth immediately. They both moan, Justin’s cock pressing hard into John’s thigh as Justin claws at the back of John’s hip.
“Make love to me,” Justin whispers at John, letting him go and laying on his back in the middle of the bed, his head on the pillows. John follows him, kissing his way up Justin’s wide-open thighs, to his belly, to his abs, to his throat, until their lips meet again, hot and hungry, and Justin is bucking upwards against John, rubbing his erection against John’s skin and sighing.
“You want me to make you come, Justin?” John whispers into his ear, kissing at his bearded jaw, a hand slowly moving down his chest until it’s wrapping around Justin’s rock-hard dick. Justin cries out at the tightness, and John breathes into his ear, “You want me to fucking make you come with my hand around your cock and my dick up your tight little ass?”
“Please, John,” Justin moans, “I just want you. Fucking give me you already.”
“I want you too,” John tells him honestly, “It’s a dangerous thing to say, considering how we even got here, but it’s true. It scares me, coz I don’t wanna go down a road I’ve worked so hard to pull Randy away from, but if I had to, I’m glad it’s with you.”
“Shit,” Justin breathes as John continues to stroke him tightly, “What are you saying?”
“You’re not a whore,” John tells him, “I never meant to treat you like one. You’re my guilty fucking pleasure, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you. I get that now. But I’m not doing this for me. I’m not doing this just to make you go away.”
“Then why are you doing this?” Justin asks, desperately in love with the man above him.
“To make things right,” John says, voice barely audible, eyes locked to Justin, pleading him to see that he’s sincere, “I used you, and I’m sorry. You deserve better, especially from me.”
Justin is clinging hard to John, hanging on to his every word. He moans, back arching. John attaches his lips to Justin’s throat, sucking at the pulse point he finds there.
“Get inside me,” Justin pleads breathlessly.
John offers him his hand. “Spit,” he says, and Justin does, the sound going straight to his cock. John wraps his hand around his erection, using Justin’s saliva to slicken himself up. Sitting up on his calves, he positions himself at Justin’s entrance while Justin strokes himself, watching heatedly through lust-dilated eyes.
John pushes just the head in first, and Justin lets out a tiny groan of desperation. John spits down at his cock, revelling in the way it slips slowly around his shaft. At Justin’s silent urging, John pushes slowly further in, until half of himself is inside Justin.
“God, John, I need more,” Justin moans, reaching for him, wrapping a leg around him and urging him deeper.
But John pulls out, and instead sticks two fingers inside Justin, knuckles deep. He moves his fingers inside Justin, watching his expression, searching out that little bundle of nerves he knows is waiting for him to find it. When he does find it, Justin lets out a delicious growl, back arching clean off the bed. John curls his fingers, moving them fast against Justin’s prostate, and Justin positively screams in ecstasy.
“John, fuck,” he breathes, chest heaving, “Oh God, that’s good...Fuck, need your big fucking cock inside me doing that...Shit, John, please, fucking need it...”
“Give it to him, John,” Randy suddenly says from some dark corner of the room, “He sounds so fucking good from over here.”
Justin looks out at Randy, and bites his bottom lip.
“No, Justin,” John says as he pulls his fingers out of Justin, “Not him. Me. Just me.”
“He’s there though,” Justin teases, pushing himself up on his arms until his lips are inches away from John’s.
“I can’t see him,” John tells him, “Just you.”
And without warning, he thrusts halfway into Justin, causing Justin to moan loudly, his head thrown back, his arms buckling.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I want,” Justin groans, “John, give me all of it, give me all of you.”
Justin wraps his arms hands around John’s neck, his legs around John’s waist, and finally John sinks deeper into Justin’s tight heat until he’s all the way in.
“Fuck, Justin,” John moans, “So tight...”
“Make it good, John,” Justin pleads, “Move for me, make it good for me. Wanna fucking come for you again.”
John pulls out until only the head of his erection is inside Justin, and re-angles himself. He snaps his hips, thrusting all the way back in, and the way Justin jumps, crying out, tells him he’s found Justin’s prostate. Aiming for it again, he pulls back, only to push back in hard against it. Justin groans just as hard again, and John knows he won’t miss now. He starts to thrust steadily into Justin, rocking his smaller body, watching Justin’s face.
“Faster.”
John can’t tell who said it, but he obeys anyway, adjusting so he can pick up the pace and keep hitting at Justin’s prostate at the same time. Justin lets out a long, drawn-out groan, his head reeling back against the pillows. His fingers dig into John’s skin, his voice is harsh, and his words, when he can manage any, are deliciously obscene. John is quickly losing himself in Justin’s tight heat and overwhelming want for him, and everything is falling away because this makes so much more sense than it should.
“That good, John-John?” Randy asks, seemingly from out of nowhere, and John squeezes his eyes shut for a second as he remembers exactly who is in the room with them at that very moment, “How’s he feel?”
“Fucking tight, baby,” John answers, the words spilling straight and smooth from his tongue, “So goddamn hot...”
Justin can’t help moaning at how he’s being talked about as if he can’t hear them. He reaches up and attaches his lips to John’s throat, finding the pulse point and nipping at it, and John positively whimpers as Justin claws at him as if to keep him there.
“Greedy, dirty little Angel,” John growls at him, kissing him hard, claiming his mouth and nearly raping it with his tongue. It’s Justin’s turn to whimper as his arms lose all function, his brain screaming for him to let it shut down so he can fully enjoy the moment of having John be so willing.
“Faster, John,” Randy commands darkly, “Fuck him faster. Make him scream for you.”
“God,” John moans, sitting up on his calves and grabbing at Justin’s waist. Justin’s legs unlock from around John as John pistons his hips quickly against Justin, as if he’s desperately trying to build a fire inside Justin, and Justin’s mouth falls into a perfect O, his body shaking at John’s ministrations and the need for it to not end just yet.
“John, fuck,” Justin grinds out hoarsely, “Oh, my God, don’t stop...Fucking don’t stop, that’s so fucking good...”
The sound of Justin begging goes straight to John’s groin, and he bucks, his rhythm breaking. “Dammit,” he breathes, “Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?”
Justin reaches a hand up to touch John, but John grabs his wrist and pins it above his head, bending low again and sacrificing pace for roughness. Justin cries out and writhes beneath him, and he can barely help himself. He kisses him again, and Justin growls into his mouth, biting John’s lower lip and meeting him thrust for thrust with his hips, planting his feet on the bed as he moves up against John.
There is suddenly something wet against John’s hole, very wet, and John’s arms tremble with the effort to keep him up when he realises exactly what it is.
“Oh, shit, Randy,” he moans as one of Randy’s hands climbs slowly up his back, “Oh God, wasn’t fucking expecting that.”
But Randy seemingly can’t find a fuck to give. He licks John open, biting at his ass and making John practically vibrate with hard need. His thrusting has become unbelievably erratic, and now he’s missing Justin’s prostate, and he thinks between Justin’s insanely hot tightness and Randy’s fucking incredible mouth and tongue, he’s pretty much gone blind with lust.
“John?” Justin asks softly, finally able to catch his breath but still feeling every inch of John inside him, “John, what’s he doing?”
But Randy answers for them both. “I’m gonna fucking punish him,” he growls, the mattress underneath them shifting as Randy moves closer to John’s body, “I’m gonna make him pay for this mess he’s dragged all three of us into.”
John growls in response, hand unconsciously tightening around Justin’s wrist, expecting Randy’s violence but never fully prepared for it. “Want it,” he manages to gasp, “Fucking want it so bad.”
Justin kisses him hard again, just as Randy slips his middle finger into John, and John can’t help but growl, his insides on fire.
“I’m never letting go of you,” Justin promises him, “Never.”
Without warning, Randy shoves two more fingers inside John, stretching him and making him cry out.
“Fucker,” John grinds out, bucking backwards against Randy’s fist.
As Randy withdraws his hand from within John, Justin kisses at John’s jaw, up to his ear and sucks at his earlobe almost affectionately, and John finds himself sighing at Justin’s gentle touch.
John starts to move again, a little slower this time, but still rough, making sure he’s hitting Justin’s prostate still. John moans behind gritted teeth, hissing and arching into John. But then Randy is rubbing his erection between his asscheeks, teasing at his hole, and John finds himself making a rather pathetic sound of desperation, his hand actually letting go of Justin’s wrist now.
“Hold still,” Randy chuckles darkly, perfectly positioned at John’s entrance.
“Fuck you,” Justin bites back.
“Nope, him,” Randy says, and without warning, meets John’s thrust with one of his own.
John freezes, crying out loudly when he feels half of Randy’s cock enter him unexpectedly, roughly. Letting out a small laugh, Randy pushes further in, and John positively moans, writhing.
“Fuck,” John sighs, “Oh God, Justin, he’s inside me...Fuck, he’s so fucking big...shit, Randal...”
“You can take it, John-John,” Randy murmurs, pulling out completely, only to thrust hard back in until he’s nearly all the way in.
John flails, his hips thrusting into Justin with Randy’s force, and Justin groans out loud as well, the sound only serving to fuel the fire in John’s belly.
“Harder, baby,” John begs, pushing himself up on his arms even as Justin tries to keep him pressed against him, “Forget the lube and just fuck me hard. Fuck us both hard.”
“Having fun, are we?” Randy remarks harshly, “I don’t think so.” Grasping John’s hips, he snaps his hips, rocking both John and Justin beneath him and making them both cry out. Gritting his teeth, Randy starts to move, slow but rough, and John grabs at Justin’s hair, yanking his head back and exposing Justin’s throat to him. His cries and moans are muffled against Justin’s damp skin as Randy rolls his hips unrepentantly hard, pushing John further into Justin. Justin squirms and writhes, unsure if he wants to grab at John or push him away.
“Oh fuck, John,” Justin groans, “Shit, it hurts...Fuck...”
“That’s the idea,” John says, voice hoarse, “Oh, Jesus, Randy, make it good, please, you know how, fucking want you to make me come.”
“Not yet,” Randy hisses, “You’re not supposed to enjoy punishment. You’ll fucking take it the way I want you to, and you’ll come when I want you to.”
They continue to move like this, Randy possessing John from above, Justin trying to keep him from beneath, and the push-and-pull of their desires for him is almost too overwhelming for John, who can’t help but beg Randy for more even as he continues to give the same to Justin. John’s cock strokes Justin’s prostate incessantly, but Randy is deliberately missing John’s, and it’s torture, just plain torture, and John doesn’t know how much longer he can hold on.
“Faster,” Justin pants, perfect ass clenching erratically around John’s erection, “I’m close, can you feel me, Johnny? So fucking close, and I’m gonna fucking come for you, all over you and me, oh God...”
“Kiss him, John,” Randy says, “Fuck his mouth with your tongue and make him come for you.”
Justin grabs John to him before John can even do anything, and John doesn’t fight it. He loses himself in the forbidden sweetness of Justin’s mouth and tightness, his tongue sweeping and tasting and claiming and duelling with Justin’s. Justin is moaning so hard, so wantonly, and John knows with every thrust, Justin is that much closer to release.
“John, gonna,” Justin manages to gasp, “Tell me to, fucking please...”
John gropes around for one of Randy’s hands, taking it and wrapping it around Justin’s cock. John sighs heatedly at Randy’s quiet “Fuck,” and Justin’s desperate whimper.
“Stroke him, babe,” John tells Randy, “then make me come so hard for you I actually go blind.”
Randy wordlessly obeys, moving his fist tightly and quickly around Justin’s erection, the pad of his thumb stroking over the sensitive slit on the head. Justin cries out, arching and wrapping his hands around John’s massive neck.
“Look at me, John,” Justin begs, “Please, fucking want you to see me coming for you. Look at me.”
John does, blue locking with deep hazel. “Do it,” John growls out, body sliding dirtily against Justin’s, “I want you. Do it.”
And that’s it for Justin. He clenches hard around John, making him cry out just as Justin does as well, ribbons of come forcing themselves out of Justin’s cock, and Randy milks him for every last drop with his hand, stopping his thrusting to watch Justin squirm underneath John. It feels like forever, but once Justin is sure he’s done, he kisses John again, as if trying to imbue himself with the taste of John’s kiss forever.
But then Randy is pulling John away, hands on John’s hips, and John cries out when Randy resumes his quick, rough thrusting, pushing John flat out on his stomach on the bed before him. This time, his cock glides against John’s prostate, and John clutches at the sheets, moaning and groaning dirtily for Randy, vaguely wondering how he managed to go so long without this.
John still cannot see Randy. But Randy can see Justin, his legs spread and his chest and stomach covered in his orgasm, stroking his softening cock slowly as he watches Randy’s violence. Randy can see John spread out in front of him, his dick appearing then disappearing into John’s insanely tight ass again and again, taking it as hard as they both want him to.
“Come on, John,” Randy grows, “Give. Quit fighting me and fucking give.”
“Shit, Randy, I can’t, fuck,” John whimpers, “Fuck, baby, too fucking hard...”
“It’s never too fucking hard for us, babe,” Randy replies, “God, you’re so hot, so damn tight, John-John...Fuck, do you how hard you’re gonna make me come...”
“Not yet, Randy,” John pleads, “Not there yet, fuck, wanna come with you, need to see you.”
“Nope,” Randy answers, slapping at John’s ass hard and watching the red mark grow, “He said you’re not supposed to see me.” John is pretty sure Randy is smirking at Justin, though he can’t see.
“Randy, please,” John begs again, “Fuck, wanna come with you...”
“How about you don’t come at all?” Randy says, slowing his movements, “That’d be good payback.”
“Fuck, Randy, no, you bastard,” John grits, “Wanna fucking come, don’t you fucking dare...”
“Up on your hands and knees,” Randy tells him, “Need to fuck you harder, missed you so much...”
When John obeys, he looks up to find Justin still watching him, an unreadable expression on his face, and he realizes what he must look like to Justin in that very moment, how any illusion he has of John being a dominant beast must be quickly slipping away with every pathetic-sounding plea that falls from his mouth.
“Fucking sexy slut, John,” Randy remarks, re-entering John slowly and making John’s head fall between his shoulders as he growls behind gritted teeth, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He starts rolling his hips in harsh but steady rhythm, and John’s body rocks before him. His erection slides against John’s prostate, and at John’s loud groan, he picks up the pace, and John’s moans become dirtier and dirtier.
“Oh God, yes, Randy,” John sighs, “Fuck yeah, just like that, fucking deep, baby...Oh God, that’s it...”
Maybe he does it not to be left out, or maybe because he wants the last word, but whatever he does it for, Justin crawls to John, kissing him as passionately as he possibly can, reaching a hand to grab John’s erection to stroke him.
“Oh my fucking God, that’s it,” John moans gruffly, “Fuck yeah, Justin, make me come with him, make me fucking explode.”
Randy makes no move to separate John from Justin again, and John’s breath catches in his throat when Randy’s thrusting becomes more desperate in force. John clenches around Randy unconsciously at one particularly animalistic growl, and Randy gasps behind him.
“Shit, John-John, gonna - Fuck, I am,” Randy groans, rhythm stuttering, “Coming, John-John, fuck...”
John can feel Randy’s fingers digging into his hips, knows there’ll be marks there for days, and knows there’s one more person in the room who’ll know that they’re there.
But then Randy’s hand joins Justin’s, winding tightly around his dick, and all of a sudden, John Cena knows nothing but pain and pleasure, a tidal wave of heat and electricity, and colors exploding in the darkness behind his eyelids.
~+~+~+~+~+~
“Leaving already?”
Justin is startled enough by Randy’s voice to make him stop in his tracks. “I didn’t know you were down here,” he says, watching as Randy stirs his coffee slowly.
“I’m usually up earlier than he is,” Randy replies, eyes on his drink, “Where are you off to?”
“...Away, I guess,” Justin answers, “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“No, you almost took away what I really want,” Randy shoots back, deadpan, dangerous, “Is he awake?”
Justin shakes his head. “He sleeps like a baby,” he says, and the shadow of a smile creases his face momentarily until he manages to hold it back.
“Only when he’s tired, or really, really happy about something,” Randy tells him, “I’m not gonna guess which one it is right now.”
Justin purses his lips as Randy sips from his coffee. “I brought him some donuts yesterday morning,” he says, turning towards the fridge, “Maybe he put th---Damn.”
For he has dropped whatever it is he was hiding in his jacket. He scoops it up hastily, but it’s too late - Randy has seen what it is, and now his brows furrow slightly as he stares with increasing bemusement at Justin.
“He loves that shirt,” Randy points out, “That’s one of his favourites.”
“...I know,” Justin says, making no move to leave it behind, “Well, I figured. He’s worn it a few times since this whole thing started.”
It is Randy’s turn to purse his lips and look away. He takes another drink of coffee, deliberately slow.
“You do know I’m not going quietly,” Justin says softly, and Randy raises an eyebrow at him.
“Is that a challenge?” he asks, setting his mug down, and for a moment, Justin seems to hesitate, but he stands his ground. Kid’s got balls, I’ll give him that.
“It’s a warning,” Justin answers, poker-faced, “Especially now that I know he feels the same way.”
“Which is how, exactly?” Randy asks in reply, the grip on his mug tightening considerably.
Justin smirks out of the corner of his mouth. “He wants me,” Justin says smugly, “And he’s not gonna stop wanting me, not as long as he knows all he has to do is give me a call.”
Randy just nods to himself, squinting his eyes at nothing in particular as he takes in Justin’s words.
“And what, pray tell, makes you think he’d ever need to give you a call again?” Randy says quietly.
“You did it, didn’t you?” Justin counters, not answering the question, “You fucked Cody that night.”
“That’s none of your business,” Randy replies, “But whether or not you believe me, the answer is still no.”
“Oh, come on, Randy,” Justin snorts, “You can tell me.”
“I could, if there was anything to tell,” Randy replies, “But the simple fact of the matter is that I don’t trust you. I think you’re a sneaky, slimy little bastard who’d resort to any means necessary to get what you want.”
“Takes one to know one, I guess,” Justin shoots back.
“Clearly,” Randy answers.
Justin snorts again, and Randy can practically see the wheels turning in his head.
“Let me show you out,” Randy says, rising from the table.
Justin glares at him. “I know the way, thanks,” he replies with as much vehemence as he can manage.
“What are you waiting for then? Christmas?” Randy asks, venomous.
Justin draws himself up to his full height. Randy does the same, and with his height and build, it looks more impressive than Justin doing it. Finally, Justin backs down, pushing past Randy to the back door.
“Oh hey, Justin,” Randy calls, and Justin turns just as he finishes opening the door. Randy walks to him, and his height should probably be enough to intimidate Justin, but Justin knows better. He knows why Randy did what he did last night, why he said what he did. Randy had been rubbing in Justin’s face who John really belongs to, who he really wants to be with. Justin has a good feeling Randy isn’t quite done.
“You can have his clothes,” Randy says, voice low and quiet, “But I’ll always own everything underneath them. Everything. And I’m talking more than just his body. If you try to take any of it again, I’ll hunt you down. Is that clear?”
Justin looks up at him and stares him down. “Crystal,” he replies.
Randy draws back, apparently satisfied. “I’ll see you at work,” he says darkly.
“Count on it,” Justin answers.
Randy closes the door behind him.
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Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
http://twitter.com/marciana86
Title: Eclipse
Pairing: Centon (main)
Story Rating: R
Chapter Rating: R
Summary: When trust becomes an issue, things can go horribly wrong.
Author's Notes: LKJSDFLKJSDFLKJSDF IT'S OVER. Is it really over? I can't believe it's over. I don't think it's over yet. No, it's over. But but but but. Pfft. Just want to thank EVERYBODY who's stuck with this fic to the very end. Thank you all so much for your love and support. I'm already working on the next fic project, and I hope it lives up to your expectations. Love y'all!
X-posted to: marcianafics, cenaortonmylove and lady_tavington
Previous:
1. Just Tonight
2. The Morning After
3. Dinner At Last
4. The Proposal
5. The First Bite
6. Change Of Heart
7. The Second Bite
8. Slight Pivot/The Final Sting
9. The Third Bite
10. When All Boils Over
11. Awakening
12. Turnabout
13. Hard Truths
14a. Possession (Interlude)
14b. Collision
===================================================
ECLIPSE
a CENTON fic
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
Chapter 15
Fusion
Justin licks John from balls to head slowly, before wrapping a hand around the base and then his lips around the tip. He sucks sharply, hollowing his cheeks, his tongue teasing along the slit. John hisses, his hand in Justin’s hair as Justin begins to move back and forth, his tongue flat against the underside of John’s shaft as he sucks on John’s cock. Justin moves quickly, now knowing what John likes, and John grows in his mouth, causing him to moan around him.
“Oh shit,” John sighs, watching his cock move between Justin’s lips, “Fuck, Justin, that’s good...”
One of Justin’s hands moves up John’s chest, the other gripping at his hip as he sucks harder, quicker, making obscene noises that only serve to make John harder that much faster, and it takes all of John’s willpower and more not to fuck into Justin’s hot mouth. Vaguely, he hears the sound of a zipper being drawn down somewhere behind him, but that’s when Justin’s teeth graze the sensitive vein underneath the shaft, and John bucks. He’s fully hard now, but Justin refuses to stop, in fact picks up the pace, a hand stroking John’s tightened sac, fingers brushing teasingly against John’s hole.
“Fuck yeah,” John whispers, locking eyes with Justin when he looks up at him, “Fucking take it all in.”
Justin releases him long enough to smirk up at him and to take a deep breath. As John watches, his mouth closes around John’s cock, and then moves slowly down his length, taking him in slow inch by slow inch, until the head of his dick is touching the back of Justin’s throat, past his gag reflex. He keeps John in there for a few seconds before releasing him with a slight pop! and a sigh, only to do it again. John curses soundly, growling as Justin keeps him in longer this time.
“God, that mouth is gonna be the death of me,” he heaves, “Move. Suck me until I’m almost coming.”
Justin does, moving quicker, sucking harder, making louder noises. John can no longer keep himself from thrusting into Justin’s mouth, but he pulls back from thrusting in too deep or too hard. He watches as Justin’s lips move all the way down his cock to suck sharply at his sac, Justin’s fist stroking him rapidly and tightly. And then, without warning, Justin’s tongue is moving past his overly sensitized perineum, until he’s licking at John’s puckered entrance, his hand still moving quickly.
“FUCK!” John moans, belly jumping, “Oh my God, Justin...Holy shit, that’s good, fuck...Oh shit, wait, Justin...Oh SHIT, that’s fucking amazing...Come on, dirty fucking Angel, I’m nearly there, suck my fucking cock until I tell you to stop.”
Justin obeys without question, moaning at the nickname John called him, and takes John’s dick back into his mouth. He bobs his head fast, his cheeks sinking in as he sucks as hard as he possibly can. John’s torso heaves as he succumbs to the onslaught of Justin’s mouth, letting the fire in his belly spread as fast as he can until he can barely take it anymore. Tugging on Justin’s hair, he makes him stop, feeling his climax pushing to the brim.
“Not in your mouth,” John breathes, “Not yet anyway. Get on your back on the bed. I’m gonna fuck you the way you want me to.”
Justin slowly gets back up to his feet, snaking a hand around John’s neck and pulling him down to kiss him, drawing John’s tongue into his mouth immediately. They both moan, Justin’s cock pressing hard into John’s thigh as Justin claws at the back of John’s hip.
“Make love to me,” Justin whispers at John, letting him go and laying on his back in the middle of the bed, his head on the pillows. John follows him, kissing his way up Justin’s wide-open thighs, to his belly, to his abs, to his throat, until their lips meet again, hot and hungry, and Justin is bucking upwards against John, rubbing his erection against John’s skin and sighing.
“You want me to make you come, Justin?” John whispers into his ear, kissing at his bearded jaw, a hand slowly moving down his chest until it’s wrapping around Justin’s rock-hard dick. Justin cries out at the tightness, and John breathes into his ear, “You want me to fucking make you come with my hand around your cock and my dick up your tight little ass?”
“Please, John,” Justin moans, “I just want you. Fucking give me you already.”
“I want you too,” John tells him honestly, “It’s a dangerous thing to say, considering how we even got here, but it’s true. It scares me, coz I don’t wanna go down a road I’ve worked so hard to pull Randy away from, but if I had to, I’m glad it’s with you.”
“Shit,” Justin breathes as John continues to stroke him tightly, “What are you saying?”
“You’re not a whore,” John tells him, “I never meant to treat you like one. You’re my guilty fucking pleasure, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you. I get that now. But I’m not doing this for me. I’m not doing this just to make you go away.”
“Then why are you doing this?” Justin asks, desperately in love with the man above him.
“To make things right,” John says, voice barely audible, eyes locked to Justin, pleading him to see that he’s sincere, “I used you, and I’m sorry. You deserve better, especially from me.”
Justin is clinging hard to John, hanging on to his every word. He moans, back arching. John attaches his lips to Justin’s throat, sucking at the pulse point he finds there.
“Get inside me,” Justin pleads breathlessly.
John offers him his hand. “Spit,” he says, and Justin does, the sound going straight to his cock. John wraps his hand around his erection, using Justin’s saliva to slicken himself up. Sitting up on his calves, he positions himself at Justin’s entrance while Justin strokes himself, watching heatedly through lust-dilated eyes.
John pushes just the head in first, and Justin lets out a tiny groan of desperation. John spits down at his cock, revelling in the way it slips slowly around his shaft. At Justin’s silent urging, John pushes slowly further in, until half of himself is inside Justin.
“God, John, I need more,” Justin moans, reaching for him, wrapping a leg around him and urging him deeper.
But John pulls out, and instead sticks two fingers inside Justin, knuckles deep. He moves his fingers inside Justin, watching his expression, searching out that little bundle of nerves he knows is waiting for him to find it. When he does find it, Justin lets out a delicious growl, back arching clean off the bed. John curls his fingers, moving them fast against Justin’s prostate, and Justin positively screams in ecstasy.
“John, fuck,” he breathes, chest heaving, “Oh God, that’s good...Fuck, need your big fucking cock inside me doing that...Shit, John, please, fucking need it...”
“Give it to him, John,” Randy suddenly says from some dark corner of the room, “He sounds so fucking good from over here.”
Justin looks out at Randy, and bites his bottom lip.
“No, Justin,” John says as he pulls his fingers out of Justin, “Not him. Me. Just me.”
“He’s there though,” Justin teases, pushing himself up on his arms until his lips are inches away from John’s.
“I can’t see him,” John tells him, “Just you.”
And without warning, he thrusts halfway into Justin, causing Justin to moan loudly, his head thrown back, his arms buckling.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I want,” Justin groans, “John, give me all of it, give me all of you.”
Justin wraps his arms hands around John’s neck, his legs around John’s waist, and finally John sinks deeper into Justin’s tight heat until he’s all the way in.
“Fuck, Justin,” John moans, “So tight...”
“Make it good, John,” Justin pleads, “Move for me, make it good for me. Wanna fucking come for you again.”
John pulls out until only the head of his erection is inside Justin, and re-angles himself. He snaps his hips, thrusting all the way back in, and the way Justin jumps, crying out, tells him he’s found Justin’s prostate. Aiming for it again, he pulls back, only to push back in hard against it. Justin groans just as hard again, and John knows he won’t miss now. He starts to thrust steadily into Justin, rocking his smaller body, watching Justin’s face.
“Faster.”
John can’t tell who said it, but he obeys anyway, adjusting so he can pick up the pace and keep hitting at Justin’s prostate at the same time. Justin lets out a long, drawn-out groan, his head reeling back against the pillows. His fingers dig into John’s skin, his voice is harsh, and his words, when he can manage any, are deliciously obscene. John is quickly losing himself in Justin’s tight heat and overwhelming want for him, and everything is falling away because this makes so much more sense than it should.
“That good, John-John?” Randy asks, seemingly from out of nowhere, and John squeezes his eyes shut for a second as he remembers exactly who is in the room with them at that very moment, “How’s he feel?”
“Fucking tight, baby,” John answers, the words spilling straight and smooth from his tongue, “So goddamn hot...”
Justin can’t help moaning at how he’s being talked about as if he can’t hear them. He reaches up and attaches his lips to John’s throat, finding the pulse point and nipping at it, and John positively whimpers as Justin claws at him as if to keep him there.
“Greedy, dirty little Angel,” John growls at him, kissing him hard, claiming his mouth and nearly raping it with his tongue. It’s Justin’s turn to whimper as his arms lose all function, his brain screaming for him to let it shut down so he can fully enjoy the moment of having John be so willing.
“Faster, John,” Randy commands darkly, “Fuck him faster. Make him scream for you.”
“God,” John moans, sitting up on his calves and grabbing at Justin’s waist. Justin’s legs unlock from around John as John pistons his hips quickly against Justin, as if he’s desperately trying to build a fire inside Justin, and Justin’s mouth falls into a perfect O, his body shaking at John’s ministrations and the need for it to not end just yet.
“John, fuck,” Justin grinds out hoarsely, “Oh, my God, don’t stop...Fucking don’t stop, that’s so fucking good...”
The sound of Justin begging goes straight to John’s groin, and he bucks, his rhythm breaking. “Dammit,” he breathes, “Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?”
Justin reaches a hand up to touch John, but John grabs his wrist and pins it above his head, bending low again and sacrificing pace for roughness. Justin cries out and writhes beneath him, and he can barely help himself. He kisses him again, and Justin growls into his mouth, biting John’s lower lip and meeting him thrust for thrust with his hips, planting his feet on the bed as he moves up against John.
There is suddenly something wet against John’s hole, very wet, and John’s arms tremble with the effort to keep him up when he realises exactly what it is.
“Oh, shit, Randy,” he moans as one of Randy’s hands climbs slowly up his back, “Oh God, wasn’t fucking expecting that.”
But Randy seemingly can’t find a fuck to give. He licks John open, biting at his ass and making John practically vibrate with hard need. His thrusting has become unbelievably erratic, and now he’s missing Justin’s prostate, and he thinks between Justin’s insanely hot tightness and Randy’s fucking incredible mouth and tongue, he’s pretty much gone blind with lust.
“John?” Justin asks softly, finally able to catch his breath but still feeling every inch of John inside him, “John, what’s he doing?”
But Randy answers for them both. “I’m gonna fucking punish him,” he growls, the mattress underneath them shifting as Randy moves closer to John’s body, “I’m gonna make him pay for this mess he’s dragged all three of us into.”
John growls in response, hand unconsciously tightening around Justin’s wrist, expecting Randy’s violence but never fully prepared for it. “Want it,” he manages to gasp, “Fucking want it so bad.”
Justin kisses him hard again, just as Randy slips his middle finger into John, and John can’t help but growl, his insides on fire.
“I’m never letting go of you,” Justin promises him, “Never.”
Without warning, Randy shoves two more fingers inside John, stretching him and making him cry out.
“Fucker,” John grinds out, bucking backwards against Randy’s fist.
As Randy withdraws his hand from within John, Justin kisses at John’s jaw, up to his ear and sucks at his earlobe almost affectionately, and John finds himself sighing at Justin’s gentle touch.
John starts to move again, a little slower this time, but still rough, making sure he’s hitting Justin’s prostate still. John moans behind gritted teeth, hissing and arching into John. But then Randy is rubbing his erection between his asscheeks, teasing at his hole, and John finds himself making a rather pathetic sound of desperation, his hand actually letting go of Justin’s wrist now.
“Hold still,” Randy chuckles darkly, perfectly positioned at John’s entrance.
“Fuck you,” Justin bites back.
“Nope, him,” Randy says, and without warning, meets John’s thrust with one of his own.
John freezes, crying out loudly when he feels half of Randy’s cock enter him unexpectedly, roughly. Letting out a small laugh, Randy pushes further in, and John positively moans, writhing.
“Fuck,” John sighs, “Oh God, Justin, he’s inside me...Fuck, he’s so fucking big...shit, Randal...”
“You can take it, John-John,” Randy murmurs, pulling out completely, only to thrust hard back in until he’s nearly all the way in.
John flails, his hips thrusting into Justin with Randy’s force, and Justin groans out loud as well, the sound only serving to fuel the fire in John’s belly.
“Harder, baby,” John begs, pushing himself up on his arms even as Justin tries to keep him pressed against him, “Forget the lube and just fuck me hard. Fuck us both hard.”
“Having fun, are we?” Randy remarks harshly, “I don’t think so.” Grasping John’s hips, he snaps his hips, rocking both John and Justin beneath him and making them both cry out. Gritting his teeth, Randy starts to move, slow but rough, and John grabs at Justin’s hair, yanking his head back and exposing Justin’s throat to him. His cries and moans are muffled against Justin’s damp skin as Randy rolls his hips unrepentantly hard, pushing John further into Justin. Justin squirms and writhes, unsure if he wants to grab at John or push him away.
“Oh fuck, John,” Justin groans, “Shit, it hurts...Fuck...”
“That’s the idea,” John says, voice hoarse, “Oh, Jesus, Randy, make it good, please, you know how, fucking want you to make me come.”
“Not yet,” Randy hisses, “You’re not supposed to enjoy punishment. You’ll fucking take it the way I want you to, and you’ll come when I want you to.”
They continue to move like this, Randy possessing John from above, Justin trying to keep him from beneath, and the push-and-pull of their desires for him is almost too overwhelming for John, who can’t help but beg Randy for more even as he continues to give the same to Justin. John’s cock strokes Justin’s prostate incessantly, but Randy is deliberately missing John’s, and it’s torture, just plain torture, and John doesn’t know how much longer he can hold on.
“Faster,” Justin pants, perfect ass clenching erratically around John’s erection, “I’m close, can you feel me, Johnny? So fucking close, and I’m gonna fucking come for you, all over you and me, oh God...”
“Kiss him, John,” Randy says, “Fuck his mouth with your tongue and make him come for you.”
Justin grabs John to him before John can even do anything, and John doesn’t fight it. He loses himself in the forbidden sweetness of Justin’s mouth and tightness, his tongue sweeping and tasting and claiming and duelling with Justin’s. Justin is moaning so hard, so wantonly, and John knows with every thrust, Justin is that much closer to release.
“John, gonna,” Justin manages to gasp, “Tell me to, fucking please...”
John gropes around for one of Randy’s hands, taking it and wrapping it around Justin’s cock. John sighs heatedly at Randy’s quiet “Fuck,” and Justin’s desperate whimper.
“Stroke him, babe,” John tells Randy, “then make me come so hard for you I actually go blind.”
Randy wordlessly obeys, moving his fist tightly and quickly around Justin’s erection, the pad of his thumb stroking over the sensitive slit on the head. Justin cries out, arching and wrapping his hands around John’s massive neck.
“Look at me, John,” Justin begs, “Please, fucking want you to see me coming for you. Look at me.”
John does, blue locking with deep hazel. “Do it,” John growls out, body sliding dirtily against Justin’s, “I want you. Do it.”
And that’s it for Justin. He clenches hard around John, making him cry out just as Justin does as well, ribbons of come forcing themselves out of Justin’s cock, and Randy milks him for every last drop with his hand, stopping his thrusting to watch Justin squirm underneath John. It feels like forever, but once Justin is sure he’s done, he kisses John again, as if trying to imbue himself with the taste of John’s kiss forever.
But then Randy is pulling John away, hands on John’s hips, and John cries out when Randy resumes his quick, rough thrusting, pushing John flat out on his stomach on the bed before him. This time, his cock glides against John’s prostate, and John clutches at the sheets, moaning and groaning dirtily for Randy, vaguely wondering how he managed to go so long without this.
John still cannot see Randy. But Randy can see Justin, his legs spread and his chest and stomach covered in his orgasm, stroking his softening cock slowly as he watches Randy’s violence. Randy can see John spread out in front of him, his dick appearing then disappearing into John’s insanely tight ass again and again, taking it as hard as they both want him to.
“Come on, John,” Randy grows, “Give. Quit fighting me and fucking give.”
“Shit, Randy, I can’t, fuck,” John whimpers, “Fuck, baby, too fucking hard...”
“It’s never too fucking hard for us, babe,” Randy replies, “God, you’re so hot, so damn tight, John-John...Fuck, do you how hard you’re gonna make me come...”
“Not yet, Randy,” John pleads, “Not there yet, fuck, wanna come with you, need to see you.”
“Nope,” Randy answers, slapping at John’s ass hard and watching the red mark grow, “He said you’re not supposed to see me.” John is pretty sure Randy is smirking at Justin, though he can’t see.
“Randy, please,” John begs again, “Fuck, wanna come with you...”
“How about you don’t come at all?” Randy says, slowing his movements, “That’d be good payback.”
“Fuck, Randy, no, you bastard,” John grits, “Wanna fucking come, don’t you fucking dare...”
“Up on your hands and knees,” Randy tells him, “Need to fuck you harder, missed you so much...”
When John obeys, he looks up to find Justin still watching him, an unreadable expression on his face, and he realizes what he must look like to Justin in that very moment, how any illusion he has of John being a dominant beast must be quickly slipping away with every pathetic-sounding plea that falls from his mouth.
“Fucking sexy slut, John,” Randy remarks, re-entering John slowly and making John’s head fall between his shoulders as he growls behind gritted teeth, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He starts rolling his hips in harsh but steady rhythm, and John’s body rocks before him. His erection slides against John’s prostate, and at John’s loud groan, he picks up the pace, and John’s moans become dirtier and dirtier.
“Oh God, yes, Randy,” John sighs, “Fuck yeah, just like that, fucking deep, baby...Oh God, that’s it...”
Maybe he does it not to be left out, or maybe because he wants the last word, but whatever he does it for, Justin crawls to John, kissing him as passionately as he possibly can, reaching a hand to grab John’s erection to stroke him.
“Oh my fucking God, that’s it,” John moans gruffly, “Fuck yeah, Justin, make me come with him, make me fucking explode.”
Randy makes no move to separate John from Justin again, and John’s breath catches in his throat when Randy’s thrusting becomes more desperate in force. John clenches around Randy unconsciously at one particularly animalistic growl, and Randy gasps behind him.
“Shit, John-John, gonna - Fuck, I am,” Randy groans, rhythm stuttering, “Coming, John-John, fuck...”
John can feel Randy’s fingers digging into his hips, knows there’ll be marks there for days, and knows there’s one more person in the room who’ll know that they’re there.
But then Randy’s hand joins Justin’s, winding tightly around his dick, and all of a sudden, John Cena knows nothing but pain and pleasure, a tidal wave of heat and electricity, and colors exploding in the darkness behind his eyelids.
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“Leaving already?”
Justin is startled enough by Randy’s voice to make him stop in his tracks. “I didn’t know you were down here,” he says, watching as Randy stirs his coffee slowly.
“I’m usually up earlier than he is,” Randy replies, eyes on his drink, “Where are you off to?”
“...Away, I guess,” Justin answers, “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“No, you almost took away what I really want,” Randy shoots back, deadpan, dangerous, “Is he awake?”
Justin shakes his head. “He sleeps like a baby,” he says, and the shadow of a smile creases his face momentarily until he manages to hold it back.
“Only when he’s tired, or really, really happy about something,” Randy tells him, “I’m not gonna guess which one it is right now.”
Justin purses his lips as Randy sips from his coffee. “I brought him some donuts yesterday morning,” he says, turning towards the fridge, “Maybe he put th---Damn.”
For he has dropped whatever it is he was hiding in his jacket. He scoops it up hastily, but it’s too late - Randy has seen what it is, and now his brows furrow slightly as he stares with increasing bemusement at Justin.
“He loves that shirt,” Randy points out, “That’s one of his favourites.”
“...I know,” Justin says, making no move to leave it behind, “Well, I figured. He’s worn it a few times since this whole thing started.”
It is Randy’s turn to purse his lips and look away. He takes another drink of coffee, deliberately slow.
“You do know I’m not going quietly,” Justin says softly, and Randy raises an eyebrow at him.
“Is that a challenge?” he asks, setting his mug down, and for a moment, Justin seems to hesitate, but he stands his ground. Kid’s got balls, I’ll give him that.
“It’s a warning,” Justin answers, poker-faced, “Especially now that I know he feels the same way.”
“Which is how, exactly?” Randy asks in reply, the grip on his mug tightening considerably.
Justin smirks out of the corner of his mouth. “He wants me,” Justin says smugly, “And he’s not gonna stop wanting me, not as long as he knows all he has to do is give me a call.”
Randy just nods to himself, squinting his eyes at nothing in particular as he takes in Justin’s words.
“And what, pray tell, makes you think he’d ever need to give you a call again?” Randy says quietly.
“You did it, didn’t you?” Justin counters, not answering the question, “You fucked Cody that night.”
“That’s none of your business,” Randy replies, “But whether or not you believe me, the answer is still no.”
“Oh, come on, Randy,” Justin snorts, “You can tell me.”
“I could, if there was anything to tell,” Randy replies, “But the simple fact of the matter is that I don’t trust you. I think you’re a sneaky, slimy little bastard who’d resort to any means necessary to get what you want.”
“Takes one to know one, I guess,” Justin shoots back.
“Clearly,” Randy answers.
Justin snorts again, and Randy can practically see the wheels turning in his head.
“Let me show you out,” Randy says, rising from the table.
Justin glares at him. “I know the way, thanks,” he replies with as much vehemence as he can manage.
“What are you waiting for then? Christmas?” Randy asks, venomous.
Justin draws himself up to his full height. Randy does the same, and with his height and build, it looks more impressive than Justin doing it. Finally, Justin backs down, pushing past Randy to the back door.
“Oh hey, Justin,” Randy calls, and Justin turns just as he finishes opening the door. Randy walks to him, and his height should probably be enough to intimidate Justin, but Justin knows better. He knows why Randy did what he did last night, why he said what he did. Randy had been rubbing in Justin’s face who John really belongs to, who he really wants to be with. Justin has a good feeling Randy isn’t quite done.
“You can have his clothes,” Randy says, voice low and quiet, “But I’ll always own everything underneath them. Everything. And I’m talking more than just his body. If you try to take any of it again, I’ll hunt you down. Is that clear?”
Justin looks up at him and stares him down. “Crystal,” he replies.
Randy draws back, apparently satisfied. “I’ll see you at work,” he says darkly.
“Count on it,” Justin answers.
Randy closes the door behind him.
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