My first slash fic ever!!
I recently tried my hand at writing my first Centon fic. I don't know if it's any good or not..so please let me know!! I'd love some feedback on this one!! Negative or positive. But if it IS negative...PLEASE be gentle! I'm a slash writing virgin!!
Author: Rkowhore79
Title: The Champ ALWAYS Cums First
Pairing: Orton/Cena
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Plot?! What plot?? This is just plain straight up SEX. No plot involved! LOL
Warnings: Graphic sex between two men. SLASH!!
Word Count: 3,710
The Champ ALWAYS Cums First
"Do my back", John said, handing Randy the soapy sponge as he turned and faced the wall.
"Oh, I'd looooove to "do your back"", Randy drawled, his signature smirk playing across his lips. God, the man was insatiable!!
"Your name really does suit you well, you know that Randy?", John asked.
"Just you wait, John. In about 3 minutes I'm gonna show you just how well it suits me", Randy replied.
And he would, too. All those intense stares in and out of the ring. Slowly undressing John with his eyes. Silently telling him, "As soon as this match is over i'm gonna take you backstage and fuck the shit outta you." Sometimes John got so hot and bothered and wanted Randy right then and there that he'd fake an injury just to be able to leave the arena and engage in passionate sex with the younger man.
It always started like this. Randy would have it no other way. He wanted John scrubbed clean so that he could be the one to dirty him. And dirty him he would. Sometimes leaving his ass so sore, John would be unable to sit down for days. All the wrestlers knew and they'd make sure that they "bumped" him in the ring, purposely hitting him from behind because they knew how sore he was. It was a big joke to scoot out of the way at the last second as John came down off the top rope with a double leg drop, sending his sore ass crashing down onto the unforgiving canvas. But John would have it no other way. Randy was worth every minute of it. The man was that good.....
Randy slid the soapy sponge slowly down John's back sending shivers up and down his spine as the hot spray of water bounced off of both men's naked bodies. He slid the sponge down John's ass crack while planting hot, soapy kisses around his neck.
John moaned...."Ohhhh, Randy. I can't take it anymore. I want you so bad. I need you. I need to feel you inside of me, right NOW."
Randy didn't need any further encouragement as much as it turned him on to hear John beg for it, he wanted the other man just as bad if not more and could wait no longer. He dragged John out of the shower and made the man get down on all fours on the cold, slippery tiles. Randy got down on his knees behind John and spread his perfect butt cheeks apart revealing his dripping asshole.
"Oh, baby." Randy groaned. "You really are ready for me, aren't you?"
"I'm always ready for you, Champ", John replied. "Ready and wet, all the time. Just for you, Randy."
Upon hearing John say his name, Randy took two fingers and inserted them deep into John's tight hole. A guttereal moan echoed from deep down in John's chest.
"Ohhhhh..GOD!!!!!" he screamed, his back arching up. Randy curled his fingers up into John, reaching his pleasure spot. Achingly slow, massaging it with his fingertips.
"Gimme more, Randy", John begged. "I want more." He moaned as he moved his body back and forth on Randy's fingers riding them in and out.
"I'll give you more", Randy said. "But I'm gonna make you beg for it. Beg for ALL of it." Randy removed both fingers from John's dripping hole. "How many fingers do you want?" Randy asked. "TELL ME!! Tell me how many fingers you want me to put in your tight ass!!"
Randy slapped John hard on his right butt cheek, leaving a red handprint. Branding him. "This is MY ass, you hear me?!! This ass belongs to the CHAMP!!!
"Oh, Randy...it's all yours. Just for you. It stays tight for you, nobody else." John moaned.
"Good". said Randy. "That's what I like to hear."
And with that he shoved four fingers deep inside John, driving the man forward on all fours across the tile.
"God damn it!!! Ohhhhhh shittttt, Randy!!" John moaned and wiggled his ass on Randy's fingers. "That feels sooooo fuckin' good!!"
Randy loved making John squirm. Loved making John scream his name. Loved every single thing about fucking John Cena. The man was a masterpiece. From his boyish grin and deep dimples, to the bulging biceps and rippling chest that were all man.
Randy reached around and massaged John's dangling balls, giving them a slight squeeze, making the older man squeal an almost girlish squeal. Ohhh, that sound. How he loved that sound. Knowing that HE, Randy Orton, was making the great John Cena beg and moan and squeal and squirm was the ultimate turn on.
He moved his hand from John's balls to his rock hard dick, stroking and massaging in rhythm to his fingers fucking John's sweet little asshole. He squeezed the tip. Taking him close to the edge, but then pulling back. Not wanting his fingers to have all the fun, he eased up, his fingers making a painstakingly slow slide now in and out of John. He wanted to feel John's tight hole sheathing his massive, throbbing cock. Engulfing him. It was time.
"Yeahhhh, you're ready for me", Randy drawled, slowly pulling his fingers out making John groan, low and deep. He had John squirming in anticipation of what was to come.
Sweating and shivering at the same time, John had never been more ready in his life. Ready to feel every inch of Randy's long, hard dick up inside of him. Ready to feel it pulsing in and out of him, making him scream, making him forget his own name. Knowing nothing but the wonder that was Randy Orton until he couldn't take it anymore and he burst at the seams sending hot, sticky cum all over the sweaty sheets. That's what the man did to him. Randy was a God. A tall, tanned, body sent from heaven, face of an angel...GOD!!! The man knew just how to work his body, slow and tender at times and hot, fast and furious at other times. He oooozed sex appeal. All muscles and tanned skin, that irritating smirk splashed across his handsome face. He was the devil. He was an angel. All rolled into one sexy, make you cum in your pants with just one look, body.
Randy got up from the cold, hard tile his muscular thighs bulging. He wanted a softer surface to kneel on. He didn't want to feel anything except John's tight heat. Nothing distracting him from the rare talent in front of him.
Randy took John by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Pushing him down onto the bed, back on all fours, Randy climbed up behind him..stalking him like he did in the ring. Sizing up his prey. Waiting to pounce on that ass that was so hot and wet and stretched to just the right size from his fingers but still oh so tight....
"Fuck me, Randy" John begged. "Fuck me right now. I want to feel you inside me, fucking me. Make it hurt, Randy. Make it hurt."
Randy was so turned on by this begging that he had to stop himself. He wanted to make this last, he didn't want to come right now before he even had himself deep inside John's ass.......
"Fuck meeeee, Champ".....John's pleading was too much for Randy to bear and he grabbed John's hips and pulled the man to him, impaling him on his rock hard shaft.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, SHIT!!!!!! Yeahhhh, that's it. Oh shit!!!" John quivered and moaned.
"Take this dick", Randy growled. "Take it!! The champ is fucking you up the ass! You like that, dontcha?"
John screamed and grabbed the blankets in front of him, bunching them with his fingers as his body was bucked forward. Hot juices dripped out of his ass and down his leg wetting the sheets.
"Ohhh that's so hot", Randy smirked. "Look at Cena. Ass dripping for ME! That's what I like to see. The Champ makes that ass wet!!"
The sound of his balls slapping against John's damp legs filled the room.
"Harder, harder!!" John begged.
Randy shoved John's head down into the bed as he climbed up a little higher on his back. Raking his fingernails up and down the man's back, drawing blood and making John screech in pain.
"You like that?" Randy whispered in his ear, his deep voice sending chills up and down John's spine.
Randy's dick was buried so deep inside John's ass and hitting just the right spot that it was making John's head spin. He couldn't think. He wanted this man, this God, inside of him forever. Owning him, making John his. His own dick ached so much at the thought that he just had to grab it. As soon as he did, though, Randy swatted his hand away from it in one swift movement.
"Uh, uhhh. Oh no you don't there, Cena. You know better."
The sweet sucking sound coming from John's ass was music to Randy's ears. This was his ass. The CHAMP'S. John Cena was Randy Orton's bitch and he was going to make him admit it. He didn't care if it took all night.
Reaching up he threaded his hand through John's short brown hair snapping his head back towards him once again.
"Tell me you like it", Randy commanded, his breath hot in John's ear. "Tell me or I stop."
To show John that he mean business, Randy abruptly stopped his assault on the man's ass. Shoving John's head back down into the blankets he waited. So vulnerable, John was with that beautiful ass sticking up in the air just waiting for him. He didn't have to wait long, though.
"Please don't stop, Randy", John pleaded. "I want to feel you inside me. Please..... give me that dick. I need it. I need you inside me. I need to feel that hard cock fucking me over and over. Please put it back in." John whimpered like a little puppy as Randy teased his asshole with one finger. Wiggling it around the base of the quivering hole, sliding it in just a bit.
"You're my bitch, Cena", Randy growled. "Say it. Tell me you're my bitch."
He withdrew his finger from inside John's dripping hole and reaching around, found John's mouth and slowly slid the finger inside swirling it around making John taste himself.
John groaned from deep within. The sound almost animalistic.
"Yes!! Yes!! I'm your bitch!!!!", he screamed. "I'm your bitch!!! God damn it!! I'm Randy Orton's bitch!!!"
A sly smile spread across Randy's pretty boy features as he delved back inside John's willing entrance and began pounding harder and faster than before. That was just too easy!!
All of a sudden Randy stopped and laid back on the bed, pulling John into a sitting position on top of his dick so that all he could see was the back of John.
"You know how I like it, Cena", he said, a look of pure sex emanating from those intense blue eyes of his.
Knowing what Randy wanted, John began to bounce slowly up and down on Randy's hard cock. Going all the way up till only the tip of Randy's dick was inside his ass. Then methodically sliding back down the long, thick shaft. The slowwww, slippery ride making both men breathe faster and faster, groaning as Randy's dick made it's upward ascent, deeper and deeper. Filling John all the way to it's hilt until just his balls were visible.
God, he was so turned on. The sight of John doing him just the right way made Randy bite his tongue not wanting to let the other man hear him scream. He WAS the Champ, after all!! The scent of sweat and sex was heavy in the air. The scents mixing together to form a heady perfume that only heightened the sensations that both men were feeling.
John did not want the night to end.
Gradually he built up the pace till he was riding Randy so fast and furious that it was now Randy who had his hands gripping the sheets with a look of pure sex on his face. He'd never let John see it, though. John knew who made who scream. John knew who the Champ was. And Randy wouldn't let him forget it.
"Yeah, that's it." Randy smirked. "You know what I like."
He bent up using those fabulous abs of his and grabbed on to John's shoulders pushing him down harder onto his throbbing cock. Driving himself deeper into the man. John moaned in response as Randy began kissing his neck. Deep passionate kisses. Every now and then he'd bite John's neck, sucking the blood to the surface. Bringing John to the brink....
"You just wait, Cena", Randy growled. "You know the Champ always comes first. I'm gonna fill you up and you're gonna take it all in. Every last drop."
And with that he released, shuddering and bucking inside John's ass, indeed filling him to the brim with his hot, sticky load. John's ass constricted in and out and dripped a sweet mixture of his own juices and Randy's oh so delicious cum onto the bed.
He slowly slid himself off of Randy's quivering cock. The man was still semi hard! He really was pure sex. There was no denying it.
John turned to Randy and gave him that sexy, boyish half grin of his. He was still on his knees as he stared at the thick, gleaming cock in front of him. Ohhh, God! What a sight. His stomach fluttered and his vision blurred. He hadn't had enough. He still wanted to feel Randy. To taste him.
Randy laid back, putting his hands behind his head giving John that unbearably sexy smirk. Drilling those baby blue eyes into John's. Telling him what he wanted without saying a word. John lowered himself towards Randy's midsection. Getting an eyeful of those rock hard abs. Lowering his tongue down closer and closer...just grazing the shaft, making it jump.
Randy moaned. John flicked his tongue across Randy's tight, tanned stomach. He tasted delicious. Sweet and salty at the same time. Randy arched his back up as John trailed his hot, wet tongue in a lazy path around Randy's chest and neck. His dick following the wet trail his tongue was making on the younger man's skin. It was so hot and sticky in the room. The only sounds being low moans from both men and the sound of tongue against skin. The slippery sound turning both men on beyond belief. Neither wanting the experience and the pleasure to end. They could do this all night long.
John trailed his mouth all the way up to Randy's face. His mouth hovering right over Randy's. Ohhh, God. Those lips. That face. It was all just too perfect. John had to taste him.
He brought his lips down fast, crushing Randy's against his own. Prying them open with his tongue. Faster and faster, darting in and out. Fucking his mouth with his tongue. John lowered himself down fully onto Randy's sweaty, naked body. No longer hovering over him, but feeling his entire body flush against his. Feeling every breath that Randy took. Breathing in the scent of him. God, he felt wonderful. John reached up and ran one hand through Randy's short, soft hair the other hand reaching down and stroking the hard dick pressed up against his own. Sliding his hand up and down the shaft. Kissing him deeper and deeper, stroking faster and faster. He rubbed his own throbbing cock against Randy's.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh." Randy moaned. John stopped their passionate kissing to begin the descent back down Randy's hot body with his tongue. Slowly licking down his neck and around both hard, pink nipples. Stopping to lightly nip each one causing Randy to buck up underneath him.
"Oh, shit, John" Randy grunted. John looked up at the man as his tongue kept up it's ohhh soooo slow and wet trail down his body. Stopping just short of his magnificent cock. It was just inches away from his face. Just begging to be licked.
Randy sat up. This was his favorite part. Making John taste himself on Randy's dick. The dick that he just had shoved far up in John's ass. Sucking him dry of every last drop that he had left in him.
John trailed tiny kisses up and down the insides of Randy's muscular, tanned thighs. Licking a wet trail up and down, stopping just short of his goal. Wanting Randy to beg him, but knowing that he never would. Just once John would like to hear Randy begging for John to put his hot mouth on his dick. Hear Randy begging John to stick his dick in HIS ass. But he never would. The arrogant prick.
Randy knew John wanted to take his long, hard dick in his mouth. John Cena didn't make the CHAMP beg for anything. John Cena begged him. Begged him to let him suck on that huge, shiny cock. Begged him to drive his hard cock deep into John's ass. Nobody fucked Randy Orton up the ass. Nobody. Period. End of story.
And so, getting a little tired of John's teasing games, Randy grabbed ahold of his own dick and shoved John's mouth down onto it.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, shit", Randy grunted. "Take it all, John. Swallow my dick! All of it."
John slurped up and down Randy's long shaft. Using the saliva from his own mouth to lubricate his hand as he massaged up and down. Feeling it pulse in his hands. Filling his mouth with the thick meat and tasting his own juice from the sex with Randy moments before.
"Ohhhh, God, Randy, " John mumbled. "You taste so fuckin' good. I love sucking your cock."
Randy sat himself up on his elbows. Wanting to watch John's mouth on his dick. Feeling the warmth spread slowly through his stomach to his entire body. John's mouth felt so good and tight against him as he sucked faster and faster. Bringing him to the brink and then stopping just before Randy went over. His hands lightly squeezing and massaging Randy's balls in rhythm with his sucking. Cena really knew how to suck dick. He sucked it like a pro. He kept up his slow and steady slide up and down in and out, teasing the tip a and making Randy shudder, his nerves tingling. This sight of his dick sliding in and out of Cena's mouth was too much for him to take and John felt Randy's body tense beneath him as his hands flew up to John's head. Grabbing a handful of John's hair, Randy shoved his head down hard over his dick. Choking John with it until he felt the entire shaft slide down John's throat.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh.....GODDDD, SHITTTTTTTT!!!! FUCK YEAH!!! Randy cursed as his entire body spasmed and hot, sticky cum shot into John's mouth and down his throat. John tried to lift his head up but Randy held him down. Forcing him to swallow every last salty drop of his seed.
"Now THAT'S what I call Hustle, Loyalty and Respect", Randy smirked at John, leaving the older man dripping with sweat, the hot, salty cum of the CHAMP burning the back of his throat.
Feeling a bit used, John turned away from Randy and sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded across his chest and a pouty look marring his boyish looks.
"One of these days....", he thought to himself. "One of these days I'm gonna make Orton scream my name and we'll see just who the real CHAMP is!!"
As if reading his mind Randy sat up and scooted closer to John, putting one hand on John's muscular shoulder. "Never gonna happen, Cena", he drawled in his ear. "You hear me? Never. Gonna. Happen."
With that Randy got up off the bed and grabbed the championship belt off of a nearby table swinging it over one perfectly sculpted shoulder as he sauntered out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.
John's eyes longingly followed Randy's retreating form as he wondered for the hundredth time what it would be like to shove his dick deep inside that gorgeous ass of Randy's. To spread apart those tanned cheeks and delve his tongue in and out of what he was sure was a perfect, round, tight little hole and lap up every last drop that Randy had to offer. Ohhhh yeahhhh, he could almost taste it...With a resignated sigh John pushed himself up off the bed to follow the other man back to the shower. Randy's words resonating in his head.
"Never gonna happen, Cena. Never gonna happen." Or so he thought.....
Teaser to Part 2 (No title as of yet)
John Cena had a hard on and it was aimed at the WWE champ, Randy Orton. It had been 3 long, agonizing weeks since their last encounter and John wanted Randy more than ever. Wanted him bad. Randy had been ignoring John ever since that last shower together where John was forced to jack himself off just to relieve the burning, aching need deep in the pit of his stomach while Randy looked on in silence. Refusing even to "lend a hand". His trademark smirk plastered across his face.
The bastard.
Randy's last word's to John played over and over in his head, taunting him.
"Never gonna happen, Cena. Never. Gonna. Happen."
We'll just see about that, Legend Killer", John mumbled out loud to the empty locker room. He had just the place in mind, too. He had envisioned it so many times before. The sights, the sounds...they all melded together into one magnificent symphony in his head. The ring, the site of so many of their sexually charged grapplings, maneuvers, holds and intense stares into one another's eyes...it would be soooo perfect...John shook his head, clearing away the steamy thoughts from his mind.
"Tonight", he told himself. "Save it for tonight." Willingly or unwillingly, John Cena was going to make Randy Orton scream his name if it took him all night. He licked his lips in anticipation. He could hardly wait...
Author: Rkowhore79
Title: The Champ ALWAYS Cums First
Pairing: Orton/Cena
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Plot?! What plot?? This is just plain straight up SEX. No plot involved! LOL
Warnings: Graphic sex between two men. SLASH!!
Word Count: 3,710
The Champ ALWAYS Cums First
"Do my back", John said, handing Randy the soapy sponge as he turned and faced the wall.
"Oh, I'd looooove to "do your back"", Randy drawled, his signature smirk playing across his lips. God, the man was insatiable!!
"Your name really does suit you well, you know that Randy?", John asked.
"Just you wait, John. In about 3 minutes I'm gonna show you just how well it suits me", Randy replied.
And he would, too. All those intense stares in and out of the ring. Slowly undressing John with his eyes. Silently telling him, "As soon as this match is over i'm gonna take you backstage and fuck the shit outta you." Sometimes John got so hot and bothered and wanted Randy right then and there that he'd fake an injury just to be able to leave the arena and engage in passionate sex with the younger man.
It always started like this. Randy would have it no other way. He wanted John scrubbed clean so that he could be the one to dirty him. And dirty him he would. Sometimes leaving his ass so sore, John would be unable to sit down for days. All the wrestlers knew and they'd make sure that they "bumped" him in the ring, purposely hitting him from behind because they knew how sore he was. It was a big joke to scoot out of the way at the last second as John came down off the top rope with a double leg drop, sending his sore ass crashing down onto the unforgiving canvas. But John would have it no other way. Randy was worth every minute of it. The man was that good.....
Randy slid the soapy sponge slowly down John's back sending shivers up and down his spine as the hot spray of water bounced off of both men's naked bodies. He slid the sponge down John's ass crack while planting hot, soapy kisses around his neck.
John moaned...."Ohhhh, Randy. I can't take it anymore. I want you so bad. I need you. I need to feel you inside of me, right NOW."
Randy didn't need any further encouragement as much as it turned him on to hear John beg for it, he wanted the other man just as bad if not more and could wait no longer. He dragged John out of the shower and made the man get down on all fours on the cold, slippery tiles. Randy got down on his knees behind John and spread his perfect butt cheeks apart revealing his dripping asshole.
"Oh, baby." Randy groaned. "You really are ready for me, aren't you?"
"I'm always ready for you, Champ", John replied. "Ready and wet, all the time. Just for you, Randy."
Upon hearing John say his name, Randy took two fingers and inserted them deep into John's tight hole. A guttereal moan echoed from deep down in John's chest.
"Ohhhhh..GOD!!!!!" he screamed, his back arching up. Randy curled his fingers up into John, reaching his pleasure spot. Achingly slow, massaging it with his fingertips.
"Gimme more, Randy", John begged. "I want more." He moaned as he moved his body back and forth on Randy's fingers riding them in and out.
"I'll give you more", Randy said. "But I'm gonna make you beg for it. Beg for ALL of it." Randy removed both fingers from John's dripping hole. "How many fingers do you want?" Randy asked. "TELL ME!! Tell me how many fingers you want me to put in your tight ass!!"
Randy slapped John hard on his right butt cheek, leaving a red handprint. Branding him. "This is MY ass, you hear me?!! This ass belongs to the CHAMP!!!
"Oh, Randy...it's all yours. Just for you. It stays tight for you, nobody else." John moaned.
"Good". said Randy. "That's what I like to hear."
And with that he shoved four fingers deep inside John, driving the man forward on all fours across the tile.
"God damn it!!! Ohhhhhh shittttt, Randy!!" John moaned and wiggled his ass on Randy's fingers. "That feels sooooo fuckin' good!!"
Randy loved making John squirm. Loved making John scream his name. Loved every single thing about fucking John Cena. The man was a masterpiece. From his boyish grin and deep dimples, to the bulging biceps and rippling chest that were all man.
Randy reached around and massaged John's dangling balls, giving them a slight squeeze, making the older man squeal an almost girlish squeal. Ohhh, that sound. How he loved that sound. Knowing that HE, Randy Orton, was making the great John Cena beg and moan and squeal and squirm was the ultimate turn on.
He moved his hand from John's balls to his rock hard dick, stroking and massaging in rhythm to his fingers fucking John's sweet little asshole. He squeezed the tip. Taking him close to the edge, but then pulling back. Not wanting his fingers to have all the fun, he eased up, his fingers making a painstakingly slow slide now in and out of John. He wanted to feel John's tight hole sheathing his massive, throbbing cock. Engulfing him. It was time.
"Yeahhhh, you're ready for me", Randy drawled, slowly pulling his fingers out making John groan, low and deep. He had John squirming in anticipation of what was to come.
Sweating and shivering at the same time, John had never been more ready in his life. Ready to feel every inch of Randy's long, hard dick up inside of him. Ready to feel it pulsing in and out of him, making him scream, making him forget his own name. Knowing nothing but the wonder that was Randy Orton until he couldn't take it anymore and he burst at the seams sending hot, sticky cum all over the sweaty sheets. That's what the man did to him. Randy was a God. A tall, tanned, body sent from heaven, face of an angel...GOD!!! The man knew just how to work his body, slow and tender at times and hot, fast and furious at other times. He oooozed sex appeal. All muscles and tanned skin, that irritating smirk splashed across his handsome face. He was the devil. He was an angel. All rolled into one sexy, make you cum in your pants with just one look, body.
Randy got up from the cold, hard tile his muscular thighs bulging. He wanted a softer surface to kneel on. He didn't want to feel anything except John's tight heat. Nothing distracting him from the rare talent in front of him.
Randy took John by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Pushing him down onto the bed, back on all fours, Randy climbed up behind him..stalking him like he did in the ring. Sizing up his prey. Waiting to pounce on that ass that was so hot and wet and stretched to just the right size from his fingers but still oh so tight....
"Fuck me, Randy" John begged. "Fuck me right now. I want to feel you inside me, fucking me. Make it hurt, Randy. Make it hurt."
Randy was so turned on by this begging that he had to stop himself. He wanted to make this last, he didn't want to come right now before he even had himself deep inside John's ass.......
"Fuck meeeee, Champ".....John's pleading was too much for Randy to bear and he grabbed John's hips and pulled the man to him, impaling him on his rock hard shaft.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, SHIT!!!!!! Yeahhhh, that's it. Oh shit!!!" John quivered and moaned.
"Take this dick", Randy growled. "Take it!! The champ is fucking you up the ass! You like that, dontcha?"
John screamed and grabbed the blankets in front of him, bunching them with his fingers as his body was bucked forward. Hot juices dripped out of his ass and down his leg wetting the sheets.
"Ohhh that's so hot", Randy smirked. "Look at Cena. Ass dripping for ME! That's what I like to see. The Champ makes that ass wet!!"
The sound of his balls slapping against John's damp legs filled the room.
"Harder, harder!!" John begged.
Randy shoved John's head down into the bed as he climbed up a little higher on his back. Raking his fingernails up and down the man's back, drawing blood and making John screech in pain.
"You like that?" Randy whispered in his ear, his deep voice sending chills up and down John's spine.
Randy's dick was buried so deep inside John's ass and hitting just the right spot that it was making John's head spin. He couldn't think. He wanted this man, this God, inside of him forever. Owning him, making John his. His own dick ached so much at the thought that he just had to grab it. As soon as he did, though, Randy swatted his hand away from it in one swift movement.
"Uh, uhhh. Oh no you don't there, Cena. You know better."
The sweet sucking sound coming from John's ass was music to Randy's ears. This was his ass. The CHAMP'S. John Cena was Randy Orton's bitch and he was going to make him admit it. He didn't care if it took all night.
Reaching up he threaded his hand through John's short brown hair snapping his head back towards him once again.
"Tell me you like it", Randy commanded, his breath hot in John's ear. "Tell me or I stop."
To show John that he mean business, Randy abruptly stopped his assault on the man's ass. Shoving John's head back down into the blankets he waited. So vulnerable, John was with that beautiful ass sticking up in the air just waiting for him. He didn't have to wait long, though.
"Please don't stop, Randy", John pleaded. "I want to feel you inside me. Please..... give me that dick. I need it. I need you inside me. I need to feel that hard cock fucking me over and over. Please put it back in." John whimpered like a little puppy as Randy teased his asshole with one finger. Wiggling it around the base of the quivering hole, sliding it in just a bit.
"You're my bitch, Cena", Randy growled. "Say it. Tell me you're my bitch."
He withdrew his finger from inside John's dripping hole and reaching around, found John's mouth and slowly slid the finger inside swirling it around making John taste himself.
John groaned from deep within. The sound almost animalistic.
"Yes!! Yes!! I'm your bitch!!!!", he screamed. "I'm your bitch!!! God damn it!! I'm Randy Orton's bitch!!!"
A sly smile spread across Randy's pretty boy features as he delved back inside John's willing entrance and began pounding harder and faster than before. That was just too easy!!
All of a sudden Randy stopped and laid back on the bed, pulling John into a sitting position on top of his dick so that all he could see was the back of John.
"You know how I like it, Cena", he said, a look of pure sex emanating from those intense blue eyes of his.
Knowing what Randy wanted, John began to bounce slowly up and down on Randy's hard cock. Going all the way up till only the tip of Randy's dick was inside his ass. Then methodically sliding back down the long, thick shaft. The slowwww, slippery ride making both men breathe faster and faster, groaning as Randy's dick made it's upward ascent, deeper and deeper. Filling John all the way to it's hilt until just his balls were visible.
God, he was so turned on. The sight of John doing him just the right way made Randy bite his tongue not wanting to let the other man hear him scream. He WAS the Champ, after all!! The scent of sweat and sex was heavy in the air. The scents mixing together to form a heady perfume that only heightened the sensations that both men were feeling.
John did not want the night to end.
Gradually he built up the pace till he was riding Randy so fast and furious that it was now Randy who had his hands gripping the sheets with a look of pure sex on his face. He'd never let John see it, though. John knew who made who scream. John knew who the Champ was. And Randy wouldn't let him forget it.
"Yeah, that's it." Randy smirked. "You know what I like."
He bent up using those fabulous abs of his and grabbed on to John's shoulders pushing him down harder onto his throbbing cock. Driving himself deeper into the man. John moaned in response as Randy began kissing his neck. Deep passionate kisses. Every now and then he'd bite John's neck, sucking the blood to the surface. Bringing John to the brink....
"You just wait, Cena", Randy growled. "You know the Champ always comes first. I'm gonna fill you up and you're gonna take it all in. Every last drop."
And with that he released, shuddering and bucking inside John's ass, indeed filling him to the brim with his hot, sticky load. John's ass constricted in and out and dripped a sweet mixture of his own juices and Randy's oh so delicious cum onto the bed.
He slowly slid himself off of Randy's quivering cock. The man was still semi hard! He really was pure sex. There was no denying it.
John turned to Randy and gave him that sexy, boyish half grin of his. He was still on his knees as he stared at the thick, gleaming cock in front of him. Ohhh, God! What a sight. His stomach fluttered and his vision blurred. He hadn't had enough. He still wanted to feel Randy. To taste him.
Randy laid back, putting his hands behind his head giving John that unbearably sexy smirk. Drilling those baby blue eyes into John's. Telling him what he wanted without saying a word. John lowered himself towards Randy's midsection. Getting an eyeful of those rock hard abs. Lowering his tongue down closer and closer...just grazing the shaft, making it jump.
Randy moaned. John flicked his tongue across Randy's tight, tanned stomach. He tasted delicious. Sweet and salty at the same time. Randy arched his back up as John trailed his hot, wet tongue in a lazy path around Randy's chest and neck. His dick following the wet trail his tongue was making on the younger man's skin. It was so hot and sticky in the room. The only sounds being low moans from both men and the sound of tongue against skin. The slippery sound turning both men on beyond belief. Neither wanting the experience and the pleasure to end. They could do this all night long.
John trailed his mouth all the way up to Randy's face. His mouth hovering right over Randy's. Ohhh, God. Those lips. That face. It was all just too perfect. John had to taste him.
He brought his lips down fast, crushing Randy's against his own. Prying them open with his tongue. Faster and faster, darting in and out. Fucking his mouth with his tongue. John lowered himself down fully onto Randy's sweaty, naked body. No longer hovering over him, but feeling his entire body flush against his. Feeling every breath that Randy took. Breathing in the scent of him. God, he felt wonderful. John reached up and ran one hand through Randy's short, soft hair the other hand reaching down and stroking the hard dick pressed up against his own. Sliding his hand up and down the shaft. Kissing him deeper and deeper, stroking faster and faster. He rubbed his own throbbing cock against Randy's.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh." Randy moaned. John stopped their passionate kissing to begin the descent back down Randy's hot body with his tongue. Slowly licking down his neck and around both hard, pink nipples. Stopping to lightly nip each one causing Randy to buck up underneath him.
"Oh, shit, John" Randy grunted. John looked up at the man as his tongue kept up it's ohhh soooo slow and wet trail down his body. Stopping just short of his magnificent cock. It was just inches away from his face. Just begging to be licked.
Randy sat up. This was his favorite part. Making John taste himself on Randy's dick. The dick that he just had shoved far up in John's ass. Sucking him dry of every last drop that he had left in him.
John trailed tiny kisses up and down the insides of Randy's muscular, tanned thighs. Licking a wet trail up and down, stopping just short of his goal. Wanting Randy to beg him, but knowing that he never would. Just once John would like to hear Randy begging for John to put his hot mouth on his dick. Hear Randy begging John to stick his dick in HIS ass. But he never would. The arrogant prick.
Randy knew John wanted to take his long, hard dick in his mouth. John Cena didn't make the CHAMP beg for anything. John Cena begged him. Begged him to let him suck on that huge, shiny cock. Begged him to drive his hard cock deep into John's ass. Nobody fucked Randy Orton up the ass. Nobody. Period. End of story.
And so, getting a little tired of John's teasing games, Randy grabbed ahold of his own dick and shoved John's mouth down onto it.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, shit", Randy grunted. "Take it all, John. Swallow my dick! All of it."
John slurped up and down Randy's long shaft. Using the saliva from his own mouth to lubricate his hand as he massaged up and down. Feeling it pulse in his hands. Filling his mouth with the thick meat and tasting his own juice from the sex with Randy moments before.
"Ohhhh, God, Randy, " John mumbled. "You taste so fuckin' good. I love sucking your cock."
Randy sat himself up on his elbows. Wanting to watch John's mouth on his dick. Feeling the warmth spread slowly through his stomach to his entire body. John's mouth felt so good and tight against him as he sucked faster and faster. Bringing him to the brink and then stopping just before Randy went over. His hands lightly squeezing and massaging Randy's balls in rhythm with his sucking. Cena really knew how to suck dick. He sucked it like a pro. He kept up his slow and steady slide up and down in and out, teasing the tip a and making Randy shudder, his nerves tingling. This sight of his dick sliding in and out of Cena's mouth was too much for him to take and John felt Randy's body tense beneath him as his hands flew up to John's head. Grabbing a handful of John's hair, Randy shoved his head down hard over his dick. Choking John with it until he felt the entire shaft slide down John's throat.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh.....GODDDD, SHITTTTTTTT!!!! FUCK YEAH!!! Randy cursed as his entire body spasmed and hot, sticky cum shot into John's mouth and down his throat. John tried to lift his head up but Randy held him down. Forcing him to swallow every last salty drop of his seed.
"Now THAT'S what I call Hustle, Loyalty and Respect", Randy smirked at John, leaving the older man dripping with sweat, the hot, salty cum of the CHAMP burning the back of his throat.
Feeling a bit used, John turned away from Randy and sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded across his chest and a pouty look marring his boyish looks.
"One of these days....", he thought to himself. "One of these days I'm gonna make Orton scream my name and we'll see just who the real CHAMP is!!"
As if reading his mind Randy sat up and scooted closer to John, putting one hand on John's muscular shoulder. "Never gonna happen, Cena", he drawled in his ear. "You hear me? Never. Gonna. Happen."
With that Randy got up off the bed and grabbed the championship belt off of a nearby table swinging it over one perfectly sculpted shoulder as he sauntered out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.
John's eyes longingly followed Randy's retreating form as he wondered for the hundredth time what it would be like to shove his dick deep inside that gorgeous ass of Randy's. To spread apart those tanned cheeks and delve his tongue in and out of what he was sure was a perfect, round, tight little hole and lap up every last drop that Randy had to offer. Ohhhh yeahhhh, he could almost taste it...With a resignated sigh John pushed himself up off the bed to follow the other man back to the shower. Randy's words resonating in his head.
"Never gonna happen, Cena. Never gonna happen." Or so he thought.....
Teaser to Part 2 (No title as of yet)
John Cena had a hard on and it was aimed at the WWE champ, Randy Orton. It had been 3 long, agonizing weeks since their last encounter and John wanted Randy more than ever. Wanted him bad. Randy had been ignoring John ever since that last shower together where John was forced to jack himself off just to relieve the burning, aching need deep in the pit of his stomach while Randy looked on in silence. Refusing even to "lend a hand". His trademark smirk plastered across his face.
The bastard.
Randy's last word's to John played over and over in his head, taunting him.
"Never gonna happen, Cena. Never. Gonna. Happen."
We'll just see about that, Legend Killer", John mumbled out loud to the empty locker room. He had just the place in mind, too. He had envisioned it so many times before. The sights, the sounds...they all melded together into one magnificent symphony in his head. The ring, the site of so many of their sexually charged grapplings, maneuvers, holds and intense stares into one another's eyes...it would be soooo perfect...John shook his head, clearing away the steamy thoughts from his mind.
"Tonight", he told himself. "Save it for tonight." Willingly or unwillingly, John Cena was going to make Randy Orton scream his name if it took him all night. He licked his lips in anticipation. He could hardly wait...