Drunken Nights.
Disclaimer: Don't know them. Don't own them. Not real!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batista/Orton.
Mentions Of: Samantha Orton, John Cena, Triple H, Melina.
Summary: Batista takes Orton out for a few drinks. Leading to something he never expected to happen.
Warnings: Language. Sex between two men. Slight non-con.
Note: Don't know whether or not I'll be continuing this line. Depends on who likes it and what not.
Being on the road nearly 360 days out of a 365 day year, you were bound to make so close friendships. Some friendships created outside of the ring came as a shock to some people. Along with hook-ups, relationships, etc. One that comes to mind would be the friendship of Randy Orton and Batista. You'd think a cocky son of a bitch like Orton wouldn't have any friends by the way he acted on tv. Keyword being acted there, Randy's whole cocky and arrogant attitude was all an act. Outside of the ring he was just another humble person. Sure, he had his moments but so did everyone else on the face of the Earth. Then you take Dave Batista. A pretty popular guy. Had no enemies. Mutual friend to everyone. Dave was your average basic everyday guy. He didn't let his fame get to him, he was the same old Dave that came out of DC. Around 2003 was when Batista and Orton met. In the prime of their rookie years, Triple H and Ric Flair had taken rising stars under their wings to join a group called Evolution. Surely, you remember them or at least heard about them. Being with the boys boasted both of their careers. But in the world of wrestling, the ride eventually had to end in 2004.
Even after Evolution broke up, Randy and Dave still hung out. They created some sort of bond. Being they only had each other to depend on most of the time since Hunter and Ric were doing their thing and well, sometimes they just tended to leave the younger boys on their own. So, they formed a friendship. A pretty tight one to say the least. Dave was about his only best friend Randy had about now. The friendship between him and John Cena seemed to be falling apart at the sems. Having to go out every week and get bashed by John, or Randy bashing John. FU after RKO. It was pretty easy to snap on the other person, even if they were one of your best friends. But all good things don't last forever right? It didn't matter to Orton though, he still had Dave and sometimes him and Cena did actually get along, just not like how they used to. A majority of the time the two were overheard bickering about how crappy one another was doing in the ring. Things they should be doing that they weren't. Typical male macho things. But hey, they were both hot heads. It wasn't like it was the first time the two wrestlers had gotten into it.
Right now, it was Monday night. Just right after the taping of Monday Night RAW, the last show before Wrestlemania. It had been a pretty good show, minus the choke slam, STFU, and figure four he got put into. His team lost the match, yeah. But that didn't matter, cause on Sunday he'd be walking out of that arena in Orlando still the champ. Now that, was what mattered. Not a stupid Wrestlemania preview match. Dave had decided to show up tonight, coming out to taunt Umaga in and outside of the ring. He kicked his ass pretty good. Orton was sure glad to see his friend back on RAW, they needed to get him the fuck off of SMACKDOWN! That brand sucked, but at the same time, Dave was practically running the show over there. Batista was already in the locker room half dressed whenever Randy staggered in. WWE championship belt in one hand, the other at the front of his neck. Practically dragging his left leg as we made his way over to one of the benches. Plopping down causing Dave to look over at the beaten sight of Randy Orton who was wincing in some sort of pain. "How ya keepin' up over there champ?" He chuckled slightly. Knowing Orton was sore, it was a pretty dumb question, but teasing Randy just made things that more fun.
"Well.. I got choked the shit out of. Then almost got my leg torn off, but aside from that, I think I'm alright." Tossing his belt down onto the floor, Randy looked over at Dave for a quick second with a bit of a puzzled look on his face. Obviously, the other man was just being a smart ass and poking some fun at Orton. Maybe trying to brighten his spirits a little, the two always had fun with the whole teasing thing. Rubbing his hand on the front of his neck for a few more seconds before taking it away. His head dropping down and staring at the floor. "I know you had a rough night bud, but shit look at the bright side. Sam's gonna be here tomorrow. I'm sure she can rub all that pain away." Smirking over at the younger man, Orton raised his head up and just shook his head. "Yeah, there's some good news. I get to be around the pregnant hormonal bitch for a week. Fuck I rather spend it with Cena. 'Least he won't blab over and over again about the same fucking thing twenty times." Eyes rolling, Randy managed to stand up. Growling in pure disgust of the thoughts of Sam coming to see him tomorrow afternoon. Before they got married, their relationship was perfect. Always doing fun and new things. Having sex every second of the day. But once they got married, it seemed like all the fun and sex disappeared in the matter of months. Maybe it was just because of the fact that Randy was on the road twenty four seven, or just because like everyone had told him, once they got married all the fun would go right out the window. Well, those people were right. And now on top of it all, she was pregnant. Causing her to be a bitch and always moan to Randy and this and that. Jesus, he was never more happy to get out of St. Louis in his life.
Dave had busted into a fit of laughter after hearing what Orton had said. He remember back when both of his ex's were pregnant. Boy, was it rough. So, he knew pretty much what Randy was going through. To be honest, the thought of Randy having a kid and taking care of it was like a joke to Batista. Orton was a kid himself, he still had a lot of growing up to do. "Yeah, but I doubt Cena would willingly give up some sex for you." The bigger man bit down on his tongue to hold back his laughter on that one. Another eye roll from Randy as he pulled off his trunks and put on his boxer briefs. His jeans following shortly after as he snorted to himself. "Shit, I gotta better chance of getting sex from John then getting some from her. Now that's saying something." The door to the locker room had flung open as Cena came end, catching the last end of what Randy was saying. John just looked at Orton like he was out of his mind. "Yeah, saying you really are a fag." Dave couldn't help it, he had to laugh on that one. Randy's eyes narrowed over at day as the eldest man pulled on his shirt. Eyes darting to Cena now. "Fuck you." The laughter of Batista grew more, Cena joining the small fit as well. "Well, obviously you do. But'cha know, I don't really swing that way. Maybe you could go to like, one of those gay bars or something. Pick you up one of those big muscle guys that stand on the wall and check out the other ones. I'm sure one of them would rip you a new one." A grin crept across Cena's face as he just stared at Randy, who was putting on his shirt now. The laughter of Dave had subsided as he put away his things into his duffel bag, shutting the door to his locker to rest up against it while John and Randy had it out, again.
"And you know about these big muscle guys how?" Orton questioned, eyebrows raising before turning around to gather up his own things quickly. Him and Dave were going to go to some bar he had managed to find. Not a gay one that Cena had suggested to him. He just wanted to get out of that arena, drink his pain away, then go back to his hotel room and pass out. But no, he had to have smart ass John Cena bug the shit out of him. "Stumbled into one one night. I'm sure you know how that goes, right Orton?" Stuffing his things into his bag, Randy slammed the locker shut causing Batista who was staring down at the ground to jump. "Whatever you say John." Head shaking again, tossing his bag over his shoulder as he picked up his belt and stepped over the bench. Walking to the door of the locker room to leave, but first stopping right in front of Cena. Championship raising up in Orton's hands to be placed in front of the shorter man's face. "See'ya Sunday." His lips curled into some sort of evil pout before storming out of the locker room, Batista in tow of him.
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"I don't get it. How does John fucking Cena get away with shit like that? Act like he's the top dog just 'cause all the fans love him. Fuck, if I gotta lose to him at 'Mania, I will beat his fucking ass. 'Least Hunter's busted his nuts to be a contender. But no. Cena comes back and it's 'I want my title back, you stole it from me, you cheated, you hurt me' Blah fucking blah. I worked my ass off to get that belt, so he got hurt. Too bad for him, but I had to fight for that belt. It wasn't a walk in the damn park either. So, he shows up and beats Hunter in the rumble. Big deal. What's he done since then? Nothing. Except run his fucking mouth." Dave had pretty much toned Randy out after hearing him say something about beating Cena's ass at Wrestlemania. Orton was pissed to say the least, so Dave just let him go. Stopping at a red light, the bigger man looked over at Randy, eyes widening as the smaller one stayed quiet for once. "And you say Sam bitches too much?" Randy somewhat Growled at Dave, his head shaking back and fourth. "You know, you're not helping here." His foot hitting the gas as the stoplight turned green. The eyes of Batista moved from Orton and onto the road in front of him as he drove. "Okay, so John's a jackass. You hate him. He hates you. What difference does it really make? If John wins Sunday, he wins. If Hunter wins on Sunday, he wins. There's nothing you can do Randy. It's just the way things go. Picking a fight backstage is just stupid. All it's gonna do is end up getting both of you suspended. Possibly even fired with the way you too have been going at it lately. Then what is that going to prove? ... Nothing." His hands turned the wheel of the car to go onto another street, driving down to the very end of the road where a club sat. Dave pulled the car into the parking lot, finding a spot up front and parking. All the while, Randy just stared out the window, not even saying a word. Dave always talked sense and even though it wasn't the words he exactly wanted to hear, they were true. He just sighed as he continued to look out the window at the sign to the club. Lights flashing in his eyes. "Come on. Let's go inside. Have a few drinks and forget all about tonight. Forget about Cena. Forget about Hunter. Forget about Sam coming tomorrow. Forget about Sunday. Let's just.. go and have some fun." Switching the engine of the car off, the two men sat in silence for a second. The thumps from music being played inside of the club was the only noise that Batista could hear. Randy's head turned to look at Dave, body straightening up as he grabbed for the handle to let himself out of the cramped car. "Alright." He murmured.
The bigger man opened up his door, freeing himself out of the car. Along with Randy. He'd called the club owner ahead of time, reserving a section for themselves. It was hard as fuck to go into a club like this and not be noticed. Walking straight to the front of the line, Orton watched as Dave made small talk with the bouncer. Nodding his head at Randy to motion him to follow himself. Following behind Batista like a lost puppy dog, the smaller man just looked around the club. The feelings of not even wanting to be there right now. It was like he was depressed. Maybe more like just stressed. Randy sighed as he climbed up the stairs to the top part of the club. A private area up top, Randy just stopped and stared down from over the rail. Catching the sights of all kinds of people. Just dancing, drinking, making out and so on. It was a shame how the younger man's partying days were pretty much behind him. Ever since being married, Orton rarely went out. Tonight was a little different. He needed a good drunken night and well, Dave was going to make sure that Randy got shitfaced. Walking from the bar to the Champ, Dave nudged Randy's shoulder with a bottle of beer. His own in his left hand, Orton turned his head to see Batista standing beside him, his hand gripping around the bottom of the bottle. Lips meeting the opening, his eyes closing once the cold liquid started to slide down his throat. Yeah, that was what he needed.
Nearly chugging the entire bottle down, the bigger man watched, laughing so only he himself could hear over the loud music that was playing. "Jesus, you weren't kidding when you said you wanted to get fucked up earlier." Pulling the bottle from his lips, Randy hunched down. Elbows resting on the rail, his eyes still watching the people below him. "Like I'd ever lie..." Pausing for a quick second, but his finger pointing towards Batista's face to hush him from what he was about to say. "...To you anyway." The older man chuckled, taking a chug from his own beer now. Randy just looked over at him. "That's 'bout the truth." Randy's middle finger rose up, flipping off the bigger man as he finished the rest of his beer off. Dave just laughed. "Fuck you old man... Let's do another round." Old man, Randy was always calling him that. Dave wasn't old, old. But he wasn't young either, compared to Randy anyway. The two had an eleven year age difference causing Batista to think sometimes he was like Orton's father from the shit he pulled from time to time. But tonight, he was pretty much on his own with his whole getting drunk thing. After all, Dave would be the one driving home, what use would it be with him being drunk and driving? Not such a great idea. "Drink your sorrows away Orton. I gotta drive back to the hotel remember?" A puzzled look on Randy's face formed. True he had to drive home, but if it came down to it, they could call a cab but whatever. Orton just walked away, heading towards the bar to get more alcohol into his system. Dave just sat back and watched. Poor kid, they always said it was lonely at the top. Hell, Batista knew what it was like. Always being pulled left and right. Never getting sleep. Partying non-stop. Being away from home. Not being able to see the people you loved. It was a tough path most fans didn't see and something Randy Orton didn't know he was getting himself into.
Hours had past now. Orton slamming down beer after beer and shot after shot with a few of the other guys that were in their private section, seeming to make friends with them you could say. It was quarter to three in the morning whenever Dave looked down at his watched. Twenty five minutes until the club would shut down, he needed to get Randy out of there and get back to the hotel. The younger man was smashed. He'd probably consumed ten beers and probably twenty shots, Dave had lost count after six. He was straight though and sober enough to drive back carefully the hotel the two men where sharing together. The bigger man walked up behind Randy, his strong hand slamming down on the other's shoulder. "Alright champ. Let's get out of here." Orton turned around on the stool he was sitting on, nearly falling off of it from being that drunk. His finger pointing to Dave like he had earlier to hush him except this time his hand staggered over to the side. "You can't tell me what to do." His words obviously slurred from being intoxicated. Dave just rolled his eyes as he stood there. "Randy come on. Don't make me throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here." The drunken WWE Champ stood up on his feet, staggering to catch his balance as he stood in front of the sobered Batista. His hands raising up to rest on the bigger man's shoulders, dilated eyes looking into the other's brown ones. "You're not my daddy."
An eye roll from Dave, he grabbed a hold of Orton's waist and threw him up onto his shoulder. Feet dangling, Randy started to kick at Dave's body as the older man carried him out of the club. "Watch where you're kicking." The sober one said sternly. Walking down the stairs from up top onto the main floor. Walking through the crowd of people pointing at them. Orton still putting up a fight. "Let me down." Batista just growled as he hit Randy in the back. This was one of the situations he got himself into when he honestly did feel like the dad to Orton. It wasn't the first time he had to carry Randy out of a bar drunk like this, but the rest of the friends Dave had, never pulled stunts like this. Just showing how much the younger man still had some growing up to do. Cold air hitting the face of the Animal as he walked outside, Orton still on his shoulder not putting up as much of a fight now. He just keep wiggling around. Dave tossed him down once they were at the car, unlocking the door and opening it up, pointing to the inside like Randy was some sort of dog. "Sit." Randy huffed as he moved into the car, plopping down in the seat and pulling the door shut. Man he was going to be paying in the morning with the hangover he was going to have. His head resting against the window as Dave got into the car and started the engine. The eyes of Orton's closing as Batista drove of and back to their hotel.
Thank god Randy was on the verge of passing out. Dave couldn't handle a drive home with Orton blabbering drunk words. That was enough to drive a man insane. Once in the parking lot of the hotel, the bigger man got out and walked over to Randy's side. He could get their stuff later on, right now, he just needed to get Randy inside and in bed before he woke up again. Tossing the champ over his shoulder, Dave slammed the door shut with his hip. The noise causing Orton to stur, mumbling words out. "One more time..." Dave just shook his head as he walked inside of the hotel, the person behind the desk looking at him in amazement. The older man nodding his head towards the lady as he walked past, being nice about things but surely at the same time he was embarrassed to be apart of this whole mess. Walking down the hall to Randy's room, he stopped in front of the door. Tossing Orton on his feet, practically falling down, Dave quickly picked him back up to stable him on his feet. "Fuck, come on Randy." Orton pushed back, his hands slapping at Batista like some little helpless girl. "Leave me alone!" He whined. Dave just chuckled at the little tantrum Randy was now throwing as he opened up the door, pulling the younger man's arm to get him to come inside of his room. "I said no!" Randy yelled a loud. Dave growling, he picked the smaller man up again. Yells coming out of the drunken mans mouth. "Would you shut up already." The older man huffed, tossing Orton down onto his bed. Randy managing to pull him down with him. The two rolling around on the big bed for a few seconds as they fought around with each other. Batista finally pinning Orton down onto the bed, the younger man just smirked up at the older one. "You look pretty hot up there."
Oh wow. There was something another man had never told Batista before. Just the sounds of it coming from Randy made him want to throw up. He looked disgusted to say the least, but he still held the smaller man down onto the bed. The thoughts of smashing the other man's face in coursed through his mind at that exact second. "Orton... You're kinda freaking me out." Randy just chuckled, that smirk still tugging on his lips. Dave had him pinned down pretty good, but he could move his bottom half. Hips coming to push upwards against the Animal's body. His cock growing hard with the sensations of it being rubbed right against Dave's. "Maybe I wanna freak you out, Davey." Still rubbing his hips upwards against the larger man, he could start to feel the other's cock hardening itself. Sending a grin to spread across Orton's face. Batista on the other hand started to panic. Fuck, he wasn't gay. And neither was Randy. Randy was married. And Dave was with Melina. But damn, it felt good. Their cocks rubbing together roughly, Dave tried pushing away from Randy but the smaller man just wrapped his long legs tightly around the waist of the bigger man. His heart racing like what seemed a million miles a minute. "Randy, stooo..." Batista's last word to plea Orton to stop was cut short from a moan escaping his body. Eyes closing as he tried to calm himself. Why was he getting so turned on by this? This wasn't right. This was such a double standard right now. If he gave into Randy, he was sure the younger man would never let him live it down. He'd somehow hold it against Dave. Just like blackmail. He knew that little fucker would, and if he opened his mouth Dave Batista would be in a world of shit once the truth on tonight's events came out.
"Come on 'Tista, I know you want me." The deep husky voice running in and out of Dave's ears. He didn't want Randy, did he? Fuck his cock was aching in his jeans. Just begging to be freed and payed attention to. But with another man, Orton at that? There was that queasy feeling in his stomach again, if he just threw up on Orton he'd let him go and Dave could run out. Take care of himself in his room and most importantly, by himself. The smaller man's erection still grinding on Batista's own, the bigger man bit down onto his tongue trying to hold back the groan that wanted to escape from him. Orton snaked his hand down in between their two muscular bodies. Hand slipping down into the Animal's pants, grabbing a hold of the man's large cock. No wonder they called him the Animal. Randy's hand stroking Dave's pulsing cock. The older man just squeezed his eyes shut, teeth gritting to keep back the moans he wanted to spew. "Tell me you want me Dave, or I'll never let you live this down." Those last words. Those were the words Batista was afraid of. He knew Randy Orton better than anyone and he knew he would torture him if the smaller man did not get what he wanted. It was just so confusing. Why was Randy doing this to him? After knowing each other for over five years now, you would think Orton would've told Dave something about being gay. He couldn't be gay though, he was married to Sam. So, was he bi? Had he lured other men to sleep with him before? Orton never lied to him. He always told the older man everything. Why couldn't he have told him about all this though?
"I want.. you." The larger man had panted out. A smirk resting on the lips of Orton. He knew he could get Dave to cave, it wasn't like it was hard. Hell, he could make any person cave when he pulled stunts like these. It wouldn't be the first time Randy got another man to submit to his sexual advances. Usually happening on nights like these, Orton drunk out of his mind. Vision a blur, along with his mind. He enjoyed it though and being he never got none from Sam anymore, his only choice was to turn to guys. They didn't go around bragging that Randy fucked them but say it was a Diva on the roster, Orton would be in deep shit then. "That's a good little boy." The smaller man practically cooing Dave like he was some sort of baby. Just making the older man shiver. He was no fucking boy, he was a grown man. Breathing heavily as Randy's hand left his pants, the smaller man pushed Dave onto his back. Lips hovering over one anothers, it felt like Batista's heart was about to jump out of his chest and fly all around the room. He didn't like the entire idea of this whole gay sex thing, but his cock was still hard and begging to be pleased by something. Stripping Dave of his clothes, Randy unbuckled his jeans just enough to expose his bottom half. His hands roaming to spread the larger man's legs. Groaning loudly as Randy shoved his fingers inside of his intruded hole. Fuck, it hurt like a bitch. Muscles clenching and squeezing around the large fingers of Randy, hips moving up off of the bed as his face scrunched.
Orton just chuckled at the pain Dave was obviously going through as he continued to ram his fingers into the tight hole, trying his hardest to work his hole over to get those muscles to relax. His free hand coming to grasp around his own cock, stroking himself in time with the thrusts of his finger. A soft groan escaping him. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" No he didn't fucking like it, couldn't Randy see that? It hurt like hell, but yet he continued to torture him. Muscles wrapping tighter around those forceful fingers, Dave grunted out, teeth gritting once again. "No." Whimpering some, the smaller man chuckled at how helpless Batista looked right about now. "Awe, maybe I should give you something you will like? Hm." Removing his fingers from the other man's inside, Dave let out a sigh of relief. Orton just smirked, knowing the calmness that was subsiding through his body would soon be broken. He pushed the larger man's legs up, practically throwing them over his head as he shoved his erection into the somewhat worked hole. Sending Dave to scream out loudly, his hands digging into the sheets of the bed. There was no easing into this, Randy just rammed right into him. He could feel the skin on the inside of him being rubbed raw from the lack of lubrication. Orton just in there bare. God, he just wanted this to be over already.
Loud groans came from Randy as he waited for just a few seconds for Batista to adjust the his size. Damn, he was so fucking tight. That was nearly enough to send Orton over the edge right then, but he didn't want things to end that way. Oh no, he wanted Dave to know he owned his ass now. Leaning forward over the other man, he kept his legs pinned back, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back into Batista again. Screams coming out of Dave's mouth again, Orton just grunted as he started to thrust his hips in the still tight hole. The larger man wasn't relaxing one bit, so Randy just went at it. If Dave couldn't relax himself, then he'd make sure he'd tear him a new one. His thrusts coming in fast, hard and jagged. It was a drunken fuck, so obviously it wasn't going to be great. Or pleasureful for the man that was below Orton now. The right hand of the WWE Champ roamed down in between the two mens body, grabbing a hold of the softening cock of Batista. Stroking him fast to bring it back to life, Dave moaned feeling a small bit of pleasure being jolted through his body. Friction subsiding inside of Batista's hole, skin rubbed raw now and stinging as Orton continued to push in and out of him still. He could feel himself bleeding inside.
Thrusts become more harder and longer now, Dave could feel Orton hit some sort of nub inside of him. His eyes rolling into the back of his head as pure pleasure flooded through his body then. Randy stabbing the sweet spot over and over again, the older man groaned loudly as he could feel himself start to relax then. "Oh fuck." He murmured. Back arching of the bed some. Randy's hand still wrapped around his cock, strokes meeting his thrusts. Fast and rough. Twisting around the base like he was pleasuring himself. Dave started to buck his hips forward meeting Randy's pace. The sensations of the two men working together to find their release sent the younger one to groan loudly. His hands digging into the skin of one of Batista's leg. He knew he wouldn't last that much longer, but his mission was to get the larger man to cum first.
Removing his cock from inside of Dave, Randy started to pull on his legs as the big brown eyes of Batista just stared at him as if a part of him were actually sad that Orton had stopped. He was sad, more like shocked really. It had just started feeling really good to him, then Randy pulls out? Of course he'd never admit that to the smaller man, but still. "Get on your stomach, bitch." And like the bitch Randy had called him, Dave followed his command and rolled onto his stomach. Ass raising up and sticking in the air while he covered his face into the bed. Leaving Orton to chuckle to himself as he moved back behind the older man, sticking his erection back into the over worked hole. Thrusting slowly at first to tease Dave. Hand coming to mess with the other's cock barely stroking him to add on to the sexual teasing. Batista was panting as Randy continued with the teasing. He hated being teased, especially in this type of way. Throwing his hips back at Orton, trying to get him to go faster. He just grunted when he wouldn't give in.
"You want this dick slamming your ass now, don't you?" Thrusting into the other man fast for a few seconds, then slowing down. Orton's hips just swaying back and forth as he continued to tease him more. Dave just whimpered, the teasing causing his muscles to tighten up all over again. Grabbing around Orton's cock sending him to groan as he still swayed back and forth. "Fuck Randy, come on. Stop teasing me like this!" The bigger man had screamed into the mattress. Words muffled but Randy could hear them loud and clear. His hand stroking the other man's cock fast and hard again. "Then say it big man. Tell me you want this cock fucking you." God, if he hadn't been so sexually frustrated and fucked in the mind right then, Dave Batista would've turned around and hit Randy right then. But being he actually did want Randy fucking him, he wasn't in the right state of mind to possibly do that right now. His breathing coming in harder as he panted, Batista screamed once again. "I want you Randy. I want your cock. I want you fucking me. Just please ... stop teasing me." A smirk on Orton's face again, hearing Dave beg for him was hot beyond words. He slammed into the other man. Stuffing his face into the mattress harder as he went to town on the Batista's ass.
Dave squirmed his head around, gasping for air as Orton was practically suffocating him from his forceful thrusts. His own hand came up to take a hold of his own cock as Randy's hand left it to grab a hold of his hips. Getting a good tight grip to fuck him even harder, he could feel the tiny fingernails or Randy's being dug into his flesh. Stroking himself like he normally would. Fast, quick, and to the point. He started groaning over and over again as Orton's cock kept hitting his prostate with every forceful thrust. Randy still pounding into the bigger man, he could feel the sweat dripping off of him, dropping onto his back side. Balls drawing up towards him, knowing he was about to find his release. The tightening in his stomach. The feeling of fire. His hand stroking his cock violently as he screamed out. Busting his load, his seed spilling down onto the sheets along with his hand. Panting once again, his muscles clenched around Orton's dick, groaning loudly. Fucking the bigger man faster as he started to feel the familiar tightening feeling in his stomach. Pumping into Batista one last time hard, Orton growled. "Oh god, Dave." His cum shooting straight into the older man, hips rocking slowly to get every drop into the other man. Soft mews still coming from him as he collapsed on top of his friend.
Laying flat on the bed, Orton on top of him, Dave took a minute to let everything sink in. He just had sex. With a man. Randy Orton. A complete mind fuck, but it was some of the best sex he had ever had in his life. It wasn't like it was the first time he had cheated on his significant other while being in a relationship. Apart of him knew word about this wouldn't get out though. And if it did, he would kill Orton. The smaller man pulled out of Dave, causing him to grunt. Randy was still panting as he moved off of the larger man. Smirk not fading one bit as he just looked at the naked sights of Batista. His semen dripping from his ass. A little bit of blood trickling on his legs from being fucked raw. Claw marks on his hips from where Randy had his fingers dug into him. The younger man had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time the two friends would have a meeting like this. Finally moving up from off his stomach, his eyes watched as Randy pulled his pants up and buckled them. Laying on his back, Orton moved his finger to command Dave to come over to him. Crawling like an idiot across the bed, he sat beside Randy. The small man pulling his face down to press a kiss on the other man's lips. "Now you be a good little boy and go back to your room. I'll see you tomorrow." Winking playfully, Orton continued to smirk again before pushing Batista away from him and onto his back. Leaving the larger man almost pouting. After that he felt entirely used. Orton made him feel ashamed of himself. Moving out of the bed, Dave grabbed his clothes and put them on. He could feel Randy's eyes glued to the back side of his body, his head just hanging low at the guilt that was over coming him.
His eyes catching one last look at Orton. His hands were behind his head, one hand coming from behind it and blowing a kiss at Batista. The other man just trembled. It was like Orton owned him now. He wasn't Orton's bitch now, was he? Dave just left the room and walked down the hall to his own. His ass throbbing making his walk seem like he was bowlegged. He pulled the key out of his pocket and let himself into his room. Slamming the door shut and stripping himself from his clothes immediately as he was inside. Flipping the light on to the bathroom, the large man walked over to the shower and turned on the hot water, not even bothering with the cold and just stepped in. Hot water hitting his back and washing him clean as he leaned on the wall in front of him. Head buried into his arms, Batista just sighed. A single tear falling from his eye.