All is fair in love and rain 3/?
Title: All is fair in love and rain 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Centon
Warnings: Slash, swearing, toys, cross-dressing Randy.
Word Count: 11,600
Summary: John's fed and had a work out, and Randy is desperate to find a way out of the game.
Author’s Note: I based this on a fic, I something I read a long time ago for a different fandom.
Feedback: This is part 3 to my first fic ever, so any comments and criticism is all welcome.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wish I did. But sadly, no.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine.
Randy threw down the dish cloth, finally finished with the dishes. He quietly strode over to the kitchen island, smiling that he didn't hear the click of the heels he had hastily removed once John had gone down to the gym. John's gym sessions, you could set a watch to them; he always took the exact same amount of time, every time. Randy looked at the clock, he had at least a good ten minutes before John came up from the basement. Leaning against the island he brought a cigarette to his mouth, holding it between his lips while he lit it.
Taking a long drag, he began plotting on how to get out of the maid outfit, and into John's ass. Slowly blow the smoke out of his mouth, he smirked an idea formed in his head. The smirk started to changing into an evil grin has he went for another puff.
"Did I say you could have one of those, let alone have it in the house." Randy looked down with a deadly gleam in his eyes, he licked his lips, and moved to face John and put his plan in motion.
"I'm so sorry Master Cena," He butted the cigarette and swaying his hips walked towards John.
"Where are the heels?" Randy ignored him circling around John like an animal does its prey. Stopping behind John he draped his arms over John's massive shoulders, licking at the beads of sweat on John's neck.
"Mmmmm, you've worked up quite a sweat, I bet those muscles are tense too." Randy stepped back moving his hands in massaging way against John's shoulders. "Why don't you let me run you a hot bath, master, so you can relax." He watched the older man relax into his skilled touch, waiting for him to agree, waiting for him to fall into the trap.
“Sounds good.” John rolled his shoulders, shrugging Randy off. “Go fill the tub...” Randy was already at the stairs leading to their bedroom. “But put those back on first.” Tossing the patent black high heels at the younger man.
“You wish I had a vagina some days, don't you.” He frowned has he slid the shoes on.
“No, I just like you dressed like the bitch you are.” John flashed a dimpled smile. “My bitch.” He walked up to Randy and slapped his ass. “Get moving, I want that bath.”
Randy began ascending the stairs, knowing that he would get out the dress and heels once he had John in the bath tub. Oh and have him in the bath tub he would.
Enter the room Randy made his way over to a large whirl pool tub and twist the controls to begin filling it. Glancing behind him he could tell John was still in the bedroom, seeing the shadows move on the wall. He grab a blue bottle, twisting off the top he sniffed the aroma. he knew how much John loved a bubble bath, it always brought the childish side out in him. It was that side Randy need right now. Once John was there he could finally take control, and have his wicked ways.
Turning the water off he called to John. John made his way in, already nude. Randy pouted, disappointed that John showed no signs off arousal. Knowing how to easily remedy that, Randy bent over the tub. “Let me test this.” He dipped his hand in the water, while stick his ass out, the dress did little to cover it, and the hole was still slick from breakfast. He swung his hips, waiting for a comment or a slap. Instead he go something a little better, he felt two of John's thick fingers roughly enter him. Randy grunted and pushed back.
“My waters gonna get cold,” Removing the finger, John gave one quick smack to Randy's bottom before climbing into the bath tub. Randy's ploy had succeeded, noting he had his lovers lower body's attention.
John closed his eyes has Randy slowly ran the bar of soap over his chest. Randy watch him relaxed, while toeing off the painful heels. He soaped up his hands and sat on the edge of the tub so he could again massage John's shoulders. The older man sank a little into the bubbles, starting to doze off. Leaning forward the viper maid brushed his lips against his ear and began whispering little sweet nothings into his ear, occasionally saying Master Cena to gain even more of John's trust.
Randy pulled on the white apron string loosing it, carefully removing so John wouldn't notice. Not that it matter, John appear to be asleep from the warm bath and the soapy massage he had received. Randy began changing his sweet nothings to simple questions, questions that the answer would always be yes too.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love me Master?”
“Yes.” Randy continued, each time the yes become softer has John drifted further asleep. Removing his hands, he softly moaned the final question while removing the dress.
“Do you want me in you?” There was no answer. John's eyes were still closed. Randy perched on the edge of the tub slid his hand under the water, not caring if there was an answer. The tips of his fingers just grazed John's opening when he felt himself hauled into the tub, and being pushed under the water. Fighting back he made his way to the surface gasping.
“Fucker what are you trying to do drown me?” John grabbed Randy around the neck bending him over the tub.
“You are NOT THE ONE IN CONTROL!” John yelled louder than Randy had ever heard him yell at anytime. Not even on TV had John shown such rage. Randy knew he'd lost his chance at control but he no longer care. He loved the aggression he had just brought out in John, the blue eyes of his lover were blazing with type of lust and passion he had never seen. John's rage was sending the blood rushing through his body to his groin as fast as it could.
“Bitch, you’re going to pay this time.” He threw the tattooed man up against the tiled wall. Randy braced himself, he was fucked, well actually he was going to get fucked. Hard, rough, the way he liked, maybe even hard than he liked it.
John forced himself in, with little resistance, but the force caused Randy to lose his footing on the slick tub floor. He nearly smashed his face on the edge of ceramic tub, however John caught him in the nick of time. John not want to injury Randy and just want to prove he was in charge pulled out and yanked Randy by the arm out of the tub. Not caring what got wet, the dripping chain gang leader hoisted his viper over his shoulders into the FU position and lugged him into the bed room.
Randy resisted none of it; he wanted this, he want to feel John's fury. He knew that this would probably not happen again for a long time; he wanted to live this moment and feel all of it. The pain, the pleasure, just everything and anything John would offer him. They stood at the beds edge and John completed the FU slamming Randy onto the bed. Randy felt the air rush out of him, he wasn't expecting John to actually slam him, drop him maybe, but not the actual slam. Fortunately the bed was much for forgiving than a ring mat, because Randy did not have any recover time has John had quickly climb on top of him.
Throwing Randy's thighs over his shoulders, he resumed thrusting. Randy looked into John's eyes and all he saw were dark pits, John had become a man possessed. Grunts and the slapping of flesh is all that could be heard in the room. John bit his lip holding himself back, not wanting to let go yet. He slowed his pace to almost a stop.
“See, I'm in total control. In control of myself, and in control of you.” John grabbed the younger man's shoulders hard has he made one forceful thrust. Digging his nails into the tattooed skin he held him in place.
“Move, please.” Randy begged want some type of friction, he was rewarded with another powerful thrust however once John was full back in John lock his hips in place holding Randy firmly in place.
“Beg all you want, I won't give into you this time,” John licked at Randy's neck before biting and sucking marking his servant. “You brought this on yourself, you just couldn't play along. No, you always want the control. I played all your games, give you full control of my body. Why can't I have control of yours.” John brought his mouth back to the mark biting harder, making Randy screamed out has he broke the flesh enough for blood to flow. Letting go he raised his head smirking down at Randy, his lips redden from the blood that was on them.
“I'm not resisting you. I want this, I want you. It's just you never dominate me like this. You’re always gentle, soft, quick to give in.” John growled has Randy reached up and cupped his face. “I've waited for this side of you, waited so long.” Randy was smiling, for once happy to utter the word, “Master.”
The older man leaned down and gave a bruising kiss to the lips of the man pinned beneath him. He began rocking at a slow pace torturing both of them. Randy felt the pressure on his shoulders lessen has he watch John grab the handcuff from last night. Wanting to show John even more that he trusted him with his body he raised his arms so that they could be chain to the bed chained to the bed post. Unlike the night before he welcomed the cold steel around his wrists and how they chaffed him as John pounded him into the mattress.
John looked at Randy, seeing the sweat running down his body. John moved his hand to stroke Randy’s weeping erection, however stopped when the young man thrashed below him. His head thrown back, lips slight parted John could hear him whispering. “No, just punish me till my body gives out.”
John adjusted his body putting his hands back on Randy’s shoulders, the adjustment cause him to brush against the sweet spot with in Randy’s body. Randy moaned out, needing only that feeling, of that part of him being hit over and over. Edging him closer to climax, his legs tensed and quivered. He was right there but missing that one piece that would allow him to go over.
John could tell how close his lover was, he knew what he need, wanted. Permission. Leaning down he let his lips graze the out shell of the ear, let the words slip out slowly. Yet, they weren’t just words, they were a command. A command that when uttered show John just how much control he had over Randy.
“Cum.”
Randy’s body jerked upward and his muscles contracted around John. John quickly pulled out, dropping Randy’s limp legs from his shoulders. He crawled up Randy’s spent body until his dick was just brushing Randy’s lips. Randy parted his lips willing to accept the wet treat in front of him. John forced his mouth shut with his hand and proceeded to jack himself off, rubbing the pre-cum on to Randy’s lips. Feeling himself coming John leaned back so that the hot sticky streams landed on the face and neck of Randy. Smiling, he let go of his cock liking his lips, staring at the mess he had created. A beautiful mess.
“I wish I had a camera.”
“Why?” Randy opened his eyes locking them with John’s, seeing that they had returned to the smiling blue that they normally are.
“You look very hot like this,” He ran his hand up the tattooed arm let his fingers brush the area that had been scraped by the hand cuffs.
“When don’t I look hot?” Randy let out a yawn. “Hey, have I earned an actual break yet. Isn’t it in the labor laws or something that I get one every so many hours?”
“I suppose you can have one.” John unlocked the cuffs and Randy’s arms fell like dead weights to the bed. “Besides, I have lots of more fun things planned for later, and of course there’s still tomorrow. So you’ll need your strength.”
“Yeah,” Randy murmured drifting off to sleep exhausted after this mornings and early afternoon’s activities.
John walked into the bathroom to get a wash cloth, noting the wet maid outfit on the floor. “He’d better hope it doesn’t shrink in the dryer.” Returning to the room and a sleeping Randy he began washing the dry seamen off of his neck and face. Once Randy was clean John debated curling up next to him or going down stairs to watch the game that was coming on in 20 minutes. Deciding on the game he kissed Randy’s temple and got up off the bed to collect that which was destined for the dryer.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Centon
Warnings: Slash, swearing, toys, cross-dressing Randy.
Word Count: 11,600
Summary: John's fed and had a work out, and Randy is desperate to find a way out of the game.
Author’s Note: I based this on a fic, I something I read a long time ago for a different fandom.
Feedback: This is part 3 to my first fic ever, so any comments and criticism is all welcome.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wish I did. But sadly, no.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine.
Randy threw down the dish cloth, finally finished with the dishes. He quietly strode over to the kitchen island, smiling that he didn't hear the click of the heels he had hastily removed once John had gone down to the gym. John's gym sessions, you could set a watch to them; he always took the exact same amount of time, every time. Randy looked at the clock, he had at least a good ten minutes before John came up from the basement. Leaning against the island he brought a cigarette to his mouth, holding it between his lips while he lit it.
Taking a long drag, he began plotting on how to get out of the maid outfit, and into John's ass. Slowly blow the smoke out of his mouth, he smirked an idea formed in his head. The smirk started to changing into an evil grin has he went for another puff.
"Did I say you could have one of those, let alone have it in the house." Randy looked down with a deadly gleam in his eyes, he licked his lips, and moved to face John and put his plan in motion.
"I'm so sorry Master Cena," He butted the cigarette and swaying his hips walked towards John.
"Where are the heels?" Randy ignored him circling around John like an animal does its prey. Stopping behind John he draped his arms over John's massive shoulders, licking at the beads of sweat on John's neck.
"Mmmmm, you've worked up quite a sweat, I bet those muscles are tense too." Randy stepped back moving his hands in massaging way against John's shoulders. "Why don't you let me run you a hot bath, master, so you can relax." He watched the older man relax into his skilled touch, waiting for him to agree, waiting for him to fall into the trap.
“Sounds good.” John rolled his shoulders, shrugging Randy off. “Go fill the tub...” Randy was already at the stairs leading to their bedroom. “But put those back on first.” Tossing the patent black high heels at the younger man.
“You wish I had a vagina some days, don't you.” He frowned has he slid the shoes on.
“No, I just like you dressed like the bitch you are.” John flashed a dimpled smile. “My bitch.” He walked up to Randy and slapped his ass. “Get moving, I want that bath.”
Randy began ascending the stairs, knowing that he would get out the dress and heels once he had John in the bath tub. Oh and have him in the bath tub he would.
Enter the room Randy made his way over to a large whirl pool tub and twist the controls to begin filling it. Glancing behind him he could tell John was still in the bedroom, seeing the shadows move on the wall. He grab a blue bottle, twisting off the top he sniffed the aroma. he knew how much John loved a bubble bath, it always brought the childish side out in him. It was that side Randy need right now. Once John was there he could finally take control, and have his wicked ways.
Turning the water off he called to John. John made his way in, already nude. Randy pouted, disappointed that John showed no signs off arousal. Knowing how to easily remedy that, Randy bent over the tub. “Let me test this.” He dipped his hand in the water, while stick his ass out, the dress did little to cover it, and the hole was still slick from breakfast. He swung his hips, waiting for a comment or a slap. Instead he go something a little better, he felt two of John's thick fingers roughly enter him. Randy grunted and pushed back.
“My waters gonna get cold,” Removing the finger, John gave one quick smack to Randy's bottom before climbing into the bath tub. Randy's ploy had succeeded, noting he had his lovers lower body's attention.
John closed his eyes has Randy slowly ran the bar of soap over his chest. Randy watch him relaxed, while toeing off the painful heels. He soaped up his hands and sat on the edge of the tub so he could again massage John's shoulders. The older man sank a little into the bubbles, starting to doze off. Leaning forward the viper maid brushed his lips against his ear and began whispering little sweet nothings into his ear, occasionally saying Master Cena to gain even more of John's trust.
Randy pulled on the white apron string loosing it, carefully removing so John wouldn't notice. Not that it matter, John appear to be asleep from the warm bath and the soapy massage he had received. Randy began changing his sweet nothings to simple questions, questions that the answer would always be yes too.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love me Master?”
“Yes.” Randy continued, each time the yes become softer has John drifted further asleep. Removing his hands, he softly moaned the final question while removing the dress.
“Do you want me in you?” There was no answer. John's eyes were still closed. Randy perched on the edge of the tub slid his hand under the water, not caring if there was an answer. The tips of his fingers just grazed John's opening when he felt himself hauled into the tub, and being pushed under the water. Fighting back he made his way to the surface gasping.
“Fucker what are you trying to do drown me?” John grabbed Randy around the neck bending him over the tub.
“You are NOT THE ONE IN CONTROL!” John yelled louder than Randy had ever heard him yell at anytime. Not even on TV had John shown such rage. Randy knew he'd lost his chance at control but he no longer care. He loved the aggression he had just brought out in John, the blue eyes of his lover were blazing with type of lust and passion he had never seen. John's rage was sending the blood rushing through his body to his groin as fast as it could.
“Bitch, you’re going to pay this time.” He threw the tattooed man up against the tiled wall. Randy braced himself, he was fucked, well actually he was going to get fucked. Hard, rough, the way he liked, maybe even hard than he liked it.
John forced himself in, with little resistance, but the force caused Randy to lose his footing on the slick tub floor. He nearly smashed his face on the edge of ceramic tub, however John caught him in the nick of time. John not want to injury Randy and just want to prove he was in charge pulled out and yanked Randy by the arm out of the tub. Not caring what got wet, the dripping chain gang leader hoisted his viper over his shoulders into the FU position and lugged him into the bed room.
Randy resisted none of it; he wanted this, he want to feel John's fury. He knew that this would probably not happen again for a long time; he wanted to live this moment and feel all of it. The pain, the pleasure, just everything and anything John would offer him. They stood at the beds edge and John completed the FU slamming Randy onto the bed. Randy felt the air rush out of him, he wasn't expecting John to actually slam him, drop him maybe, but not the actual slam. Fortunately the bed was much for forgiving than a ring mat, because Randy did not have any recover time has John had quickly climb on top of him.
Throwing Randy's thighs over his shoulders, he resumed thrusting. Randy looked into John's eyes and all he saw were dark pits, John had become a man possessed. Grunts and the slapping of flesh is all that could be heard in the room. John bit his lip holding himself back, not wanting to let go yet. He slowed his pace to almost a stop.
“See, I'm in total control. In control of myself, and in control of you.” John grabbed the younger man's shoulders hard has he made one forceful thrust. Digging his nails into the tattooed skin he held him in place.
“Move, please.” Randy begged want some type of friction, he was rewarded with another powerful thrust however once John was full back in John lock his hips in place holding Randy firmly in place.
“Beg all you want, I won't give into you this time,” John licked at Randy's neck before biting and sucking marking his servant. “You brought this on yourself, you just couldn't play along. No, you always want the control. I played all your games, give you full control of my body. Why can't I have control of yours.” John brought his mouth back to the mark biting harder, making Randy screamed out has he broke the flesh enough for blood to flow. Letting go he raised his head smirking down at Randy, his lips redden from the blood that was on them.
“I'm not resisting you. I want this, I want you. It's just you never dominate me like this. You’re always gentle, soft, quick to give in.” John growled has Randy reached up and cupped his face. “I've waited for this side of you, waited so long.” Randy was smiling, for once happy to utter the word, “Master.”
The older man leaned down and gave a bruising kiss to the lips of the man pinned beneath him. He began rocking at a slow pace torturing both of them. Randy felt the pressure on his shoulders lessen has he watch John grab the handcuff from last night. Wanting to show John even more that he trusted him with his body he raised his arms so that they could be chain to the bed chained to the bed post. Unlike the night before he welcomed the cold steel around his wrists and how they chaffed him as John pounded him into the mattress.
John looked at Randy, seeing the sweat running down his body. John moved his hand to stroke Randy’s weeping erection, however stopped when the young man thrashed below him. His head thrown back, lips slight parted John could hear him whispering. “No, just punish me till my body gives out.”
John adjusted his body putting his hands back on Randy’s shoulders, the adjustment cause him to brush against the sweet spot with in Randy’s body. Randy moaned out, needing only that feeling, of that part of him being hit over and over. Edging him closer to climax, his legs tensed and quivered. He was right there but missing that one piece that would allow him to go over.
John could tell how close his lover was, he knew what he need, wanted. Permission. Leaning down he let his lips graze the out shell of the ear, let the words slip out slowly. Yet, they weren’t just words, they were a command. A command that when uttered show John just how much control he had over Randy.
“Cum.”
Randy’s body jerked upward and his muscles contracted around John. John quickly pulled out, dropping Randy’s limp legs from his shoulders. He crawled up Randy’s spent body until his dick was just brushing Randy’s lips. Randy parted his lips willing to accept the wet treat in front of him. John forced his mouth shut with his hand and proceeded to jack himself off, rubbing the pre-cum on to Randy’s lips. Feeling himself coming John leaned back so that the hot sticky streams landed on the face and neck of Randy. Smiling, he let go of his cock liking his lips, staring at the mess he had created. A beautiful mess.
“I wish I had a camera.”
“Why?” Randy opened his eyes locking them with John’s, seeing that they had returned to the smiling blue that they normally are.
“You look very hot like this,” He ran his hand up the tattooed arm let his fingers brush the area that had been scraped by the hand cuffs.
“When don’t I look hot?” Randy let out a yawn. “Hey, have I earned an actual break yet. Isn’t it in the labor laws or something that I get one every so many hours?”
“I suppose you can have one.” John unlocked the cuffs and Randy’s arms fell like dead weights to the bed. “Besides, I have lots of more fun things planned for later, and of course there’s still tomorrow. So you’ll need your strength.”
“Yeah,” Randy murmured drifting off to sleep exhausted after this mornings and early afternoon’s activities.
John walked into the bathroom to get a wash cloth, noting the wet maid outfit on the floor. “He’d better hope it doesn’t shrink in the dryer.” Returning to the room and a sleeping Randy he began washing the dry seamen off of his neck and face. Once Randy was clean John debated curling up next to him or going down stairs to watch the game that was coming on in 20 minutes. Deciding on the game he kissed Randy’s temple and got up off the bed to collect that which was destined for the dryer.