Undiscoverd (Part five)
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Title: Undiscovered.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cena/Orton
Summary: John and Randy share some new first times together.
Warnings: Sexual acts and sex being preformed by two men. Language. And a bit of smut.
Note: Sorry for the delay in this post and my crappy effort I put into it.
"So does it hurt?" John questioned Randy as he laid there on top of him still. "Does what hurt?" Orton replied with a small chuckle. Questioning Cena's own. John huffed, his head hanging down, fingers tracing small circles around the younger man's nipples through his shirt. "You know, having sex... Gay sex I mean." He looked up awaiting Randy's response. Cena knew how everything worked. Where everything went. So on. But what about those feelings you got from it? Surely Randy knew. Hell, he probably bagged half of America's gay community, if not more including foreign countries while on their over sea's tours. "Well.." Randy replied for a quick second with a sigh. "At first it kinda does, but you just gotta give yourself a few seconds to adjust. After that, it feels amazing." John's finger stopped making circles. Hand resting just on Randy's chest now. He looked slightly puzzled. "Both ways, or just when you top?" Randy just laughed. He loved how John could question him for hours and hours about the littlest things. It was amusing really, but in a sense it made Randy feel so good about himself. Almost like he was the teacher and John was the helpless little student. "I've just topped. Never bottomed. So, I can't really say." He kept his answer short, quick and to the point.
It was true, Randy Orton had never bottomed for a man before. He just didn't want any random guy inside of him. He wanted someone that he trusted to be his so called first time. Not some random guy he found in the bar, carrying god knows what. John just chuckled. "You're kidding, right?" Orton just shook his head, sighing once again. "Nope." Another short answer. "Scared to or something?" Looking over to the side, Randy just shook his head. Seriously, how many more fucking questions could he ask? "I'm not scared to bottom John. I just kinda.. I don't know. I figured if I ever did bottom for someone, they'd be.. something special to me. Not just some random guy I find." Nudging John off of him, Randy grabbed his boxers that were hanging off the side of the bed. Pulling them over his naked bottom half as John sat up on his knees and watched. "What difference does it make whether he's random or some guy you know when it comes to bottoming or topping? I don't ge.." His words were quickly cut as Randy chimmed in, sounding a bit frustrated. "You'll never get it John. It's just how I want things to be, okay? Any more fucking questions now?" Moving his body off of the bed, he looked down at John who was still sitting on his knees. Obviously, he had touched some sort of soft spot of Randy's. He'd just let it go though. "Nah." He said quietly. Flopping forward and stuffing his face into the pillows. All this was still so confusing and all he wanted were some answers from the only person he could trust with this sort of topic. Randy never hid anything from him. He always spilled to John just how he felt, but now, it just seemed like he didn't want to.
Maybe Randy was a little bit too snappy with John. Maybe, he should've just told John the truth. He always wanted his first time to be with someone special, like he said. But Orton knew which special someone that person was going to be. John Cena. He loved his best friend. He had his heart set on him from the day they met. Being able to admit it to John right now openly, it didn't sound like a good idea but John deserved the truth. He just sighed and moved back onto the bed. Crawling on his knees to be right beside John, straddling across the backside of Cena. Randy moved his head behind John's, his nose brushing against the skin of the back of the other man's neck. "Sorry, it's just. I kinda wanted you to be my first, but if you don't want to. I can fully understand." His hand massaged one of John's shoulders. His head moving up to press a kiss on the back of the older man's neck. Cena moved his head out of the pillows, turning back to look at Randy. "You want your first time to be with someone who's never even done it before?" Now he was really confused. You'd think a guy like Randy would want someone experienced, but in reality, it couldn't be that different from having sex with a girl. Just different parts were involved, in different places. "Yeah I do. It'll be both of our first times. Can't get any specialer than that." Randy murmured out. His tongue darting out to lick his lips. "And I'd be sharing it with someone I really care about... and love." His heart was racing as he just stared down at John. This is what it all came down to. Just being open and honest. John nibbled on his bottom lip a bit, knowing exactly what he wanted right then and there. He wanted his Randy. "I'd love to be your first, but if I hurt you.." Words were cut yet again by Randy. "Don't think like that. Just take your time with it. You won't hurt me. I trust you not to."
John just grinned. His hand coming to pull Randy closer to him. Connecting their lips together in a passionate kiss as both their eyes closed. Both tongues seeking entrance to one anothers mouths. Cena's hands roamed down to Randy's waist, pulling up his shirt to his chest causing them to break their already heated kiss to rid Orton of his clothes. Hands skimming down the younger man's body as Randy started to push the older Cena on his back. Lips attaching to the flesh of John's neck, kissing softly. Making a trail of his lip marks onto John's chest, Randy's hand snaked down in between the other man's legs. Stroking him through his boxers, making John fully erect already. Continuing his kissing trail, Randy moved down to his stomach. Furthering himself more downward as he pulled the boxers of Cena off of him. He smirked taking in the beautiful sight of John just laying there on his back. Hot and ready for him to do whatever. Orton bent back down, his tongue licking up the inside of one of John's thighs, causing him to groan aloud. Randy placed himself in between the legs of John, spreading his legs to fit more comfortably between them. His head lowered, tongue sticking out to flick along the balls of John before taking them into his mouth. Cena groand once again, his back arching off the bed. Fingers digging into the sheets. Removing them from Randy's mouth, his tongue lingered on them still before moving onto his friends cock. Licking all the way from the base down to the head with the tip of his tongue. Lips forming to plant some sort of kiss right on the tip of the other man's erection. Sucking hard to gather the small amount of precum that had already spewed. Another groan escaped from John as one of his hands moved down to rest on the back of Randy's head. Shoving the younger man's head forward to get him to go a little faster about things and to stop teasing, murmuring a few words. "Randy.. So good.. Please." His eyes squeezed shut, raising his hips up off of the bed some. Orton just smiled to himself, pulling his mouth off of the cock of Cena. Replacing it with his hand, stroking him just lightly as he crept up over the top of him. "Wanna try what I just taught you?"
Cena just nodded his head after catching his breath. What he just taught him? Fuck what did he teach him? How could he know or remember exactly what Randy was doing whenever he was just focused on the pleasure that was being sent throughout his body? Surely, it couldn't be that hard of a task to do. So, he pushed Randy off of him, throwing him onto his back, Orton just smirked up at John. Moving in between the spread legs of the other man, riding him of his boxers before placing tender kisses along the inside of Randy's legs. Making his way up to that hardened cock, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking it all the way into his mouth. Eyes closing as he heard Randy groan now. The hand of the younger man moved on top of John's head, helping him to bob his head back and forth on the tender flesh. Sucking like mad, Randy let out a louder groan. The way it felt whenever John's moistened lips slid up and down his shaft over and over and over again was nearly enough to push him over the edge, but he didn't want to end everything like this. He wanted John to be inside of him when he hit his peak. Taking his hand and gripping the little bit of hair on John's head to pull him back, his eyes caught John's while trying to catch his breath. "I want you inside of me." Licking his lips, Cena moved up over the top of Randy, pressing a kiss on the other man's lips. "Do you have protection or anything?" A nod of Orton's head came before pushing himself up, moving John over to the side. Walking over to one of his bags, just taking a few seconds to find a condom along with some lube. He looked over his shoulder to see John just staring at him, just waiting.
Orton just grinned to himself before turning around. "Come here." Rolling out of bed, John walked over to where Randy was now standing. His hand coming to pull Cena closer to him. Hand reaching down to grab a hold of the other man's erection, coating it in a small layer of lube before ripping open the tiny package. Pushing the condom onto Cena's dick, down all the way to the base. Hand coming for more lube, another layer onto John. Randy pressed a kiss onto the shorter man's lips, hands trailing down to his hips before turning around. His hands placed on the dresser in front of him as he bent over slightly. Randy knew this was going to hurt, but he trusted John with everything he had. His eyes closed as he just braced himself now. Feeling John come up from behind him, one hand resting on his hip. The other on his cock, lining himself up with the tiny hole to the inside of Randy. Easing himself in at first, John bit down on his bottom lip before shoving himself past the tight ring of muscle. Causing Randy to scream out, hand slamming down onto the dresser. John gritted his teeth together, his other hand coming to rest on Randy's hip. Stroking the soft flesh. "I'm sorry." He uttered out, not moving his body an inch. Just standing there allowing Randy to adjust to the length and size inside of him. Orton didn't say a word though, just whimpered. Slowly rocking his hips backward against John. He could feel Randy's muscles starting to work around him as he bounced back on his body, causing Cena to moan slightly.
Almost pulling all the way out before slamming back into the younger man, Randy groaned. Feeling John brush up against his prostate on that first movement, all John had to do was keep hitting that sweet spot of his over and over again and the small pain he was feeling would go away. Rocking his hips back and forth at a steady pace, John's hand moved in front of Randy. Grabbing a hold of his cock and stroking him in time to meet his thrusts, hitting his tiny nub each time. Orton groaned once again, moving his hips backwards against John's body still, this time a little rougher though. The way it felt to be inside of Randy Orton was just amazing. Cena's head tilted back, eyes closing as he still thrusted inside of Orton. Looking in front of him now, he caught the look of Randy's face in the mirror and the entire sight of them going at it. God, it was hot. Randy started whimpering again, one of his hands moved down to be placed on John's hand that was doing barely any movement around his own cock now. Getting him to go faster, the two stroked in sync. "Harder John." Orton growled. His hips starting to rock more faster against him. John's hand dug into Randy's hip as his thrusts got more faster and harder like Randy had stated he wanted. Groaning wildly, Cena slurred a few curse words out. Harder and faster each second that passed it grew more. Hands stroking the cock of Orton violently. His thrusts so hard it caused Randy to hit his head numerous times into the mirror. Growling, Orton yelled. "Fuck.. sit down."
Sit down? Where the hell was he suppose to sit? John just moved back, arm around Randy's waist tugging him back with him as he fell the bed. Still managing to stay inside of Orton, his hand still wrapped around his cock, thanks to Randy's own hand. Propping himself up on one elbow as John raised his body up. Randy now riding John's cock, his hand leaving Cena's hand around his own cock to grab onto the dresser in front of them again. Getting a good grip to make his strides long and hard. John groaned once again, feeling a small tightening in his stomach. His hand movements continued around Randy's cock. Nice, fast and long. Managing to buck his hips upward. Bouncing Randy on his lap, balls hitting balls, Orton groaned as John continued to hit his sweet spot over and over once again. Trying his hardest to get Randy to the brink, he wanted this to last as long as possible. But at the rate they were going and the funny feeling in his stomach, John knew he wouldn't last much longer. Bucking his hips upward more violently, Orton pushed his body down onto Cena's. Their movements meeting in time with each others. Both grunting and groaning like mad. "Oh John, I'm so close." Randy managed to moan out. John's hand moving as fast as it possibly could, twisting and turning around the base. Hips still bucking fast, Orton felt his balls draw up to him. Groaning loudly as his body tightened. His seed spilling out onto Cena's hand and onto the floor. His muscles clenching around the other man's cock, both of John's hands came to grasp Randy's waist. Uttering Orton's name and more curse words as he rode his cock still. That familiar tightening that happened earlier occurred, causing him to unleash his load into the younger man's body. John groaned one last time as his body spasmed. Letting go of Orton's waist as he just collapsed back onto the bed. Soft moans still coming from his mouth as he just stayed inside of Randy, his hips rocking slowly to get the last bits of Cena's seed out of him and into himself.
Both practically panting after coming off their orgasm ridden highs, Randy finally moved off of John. His cock already softened. Cena's almost getting there. He grabbed the towel from earlier, cleaning himself up before walking over to John and cleaning him up. He just threw the towel over to the side before crawling into bed next to the other man who was wearing a big smile on his face. His hand coming to take a hold of one of John's as he curled up beside him. "Aint nothing like the first time, huh?" Cena just chuckled, answering Randy's question. "You got that right." Pressing a kiss on the younger man's lips, he crawled up onto the bed more, pulling Randy along with him. Resting his head down on the pillows and pulling Orton into his arms, he nuzzled his head in between Randy's shoulder and his neck. Kissing the soft flesh. John moved his head up, his lips right by Randy's ear, whispering into the other man's ear. "I love you."
He did it. He finally admitted it, he loved Randy Orton.