I think all my Cena and Orton posters are good inspiration... :P
Jeez, I'm telling you, these guys do not shut up. And they really don't want to keep off each other. I might have to threaten to tie them down next time they start acting like that while I'm in a class...
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Saturday, John was finally ready to get back to wrestling. He booked a flight to England for Randy and himself, and they landed there Sunday afternoon. “Jet lag will be a bitch,” Randy complained.
“Always is,” John told him, as they brought their bags up to their hotel room.
Before sitting down on the bed, Randy pulled back the comforter, mumbling something about it being filthy. “Is it really that bad?” John asked, amused.
“Dude, do you know how often they wash these things?” Randy said with a shake of his head. “Yeah, like, never. It’s almost as bad as the remote.”
“I never took you for such a germophobe.”
“I wouldn’t call myself a germophobe. Just, seriously, who wants to sit on this?” he asked, holding up the corner of the comforter pinched between his thumb and index finger.
“You’re too much, Randy.”
Now that the comforter had been taken care of, Randy sat down on the bed and glanced at John, who started hanging up some clothes in the closet. “So, umm,” he started, scratching the back of his head, “what do you want?”
“Huh?” John stopped to turn and look at Randy.
“What. Do. You. Want?”
“What do you mean?”
“For your birthday, what do you want me to get you?”
Joining Randy on the bed, he said, “Doesn’t that ruin the surprise?”
“I guess, yeah. But it’s not like you’ve really talked about it, or even dropped subtle hints about what you want.”
John wrapped an arm around Randy’s waist and pulled him in close, giving him a noogie. “You don’t need to get me anything, really. I don’t need more shit, to be honest.”
Randy smirked, “Tell me about it. You’re the biggest packrat I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey, man, you never know when you’ll need something. Watch, I’ll throw something out, then the next week, whaddya know? I need what I just threw out!”
“Just get a new… whatever,” Randy said, waving his hand around in the air, “it’s not like you can’t afford it.”
“No, but you know what they say. Waste not, want not.”
“What about something for one of your cars?”
“Sorry, what?”
“I could get you something to help you fix up one of those old cars you have.”
“I already told you, I don’t need anything.”
Getting annoyed, Randy tried harder. “Ok, so you might not need anything, but you must want something.”
“All I want is you.”
“As much as I appreciate that, I don’t believe it.”
Taking Randy’s hand in his, John told him, “Look, I love you, Randy. Seriously, I don’t want you to waste your money on me.”
“John, I want to do something for you. I want to get you something for your birthday. It only happens once a year, after all. I wouldn’t call it wasting my money.”
“Ok, then… How does this sound: His and His Hummers!”
At Randy’s look of confused amusement, John said, “Ok, no Hummer. I know! I’ve always wanted a neon blue Lambo.”
“I’m not getting you a Lambo. At first you didn’t want anything, now you want a fucking car?”
“So, no car then?” John pouted, though Randy could see in his eyes he was only joking. “But you really want to get me something?”
“Yeah, I do. But I don’t want to get you a car. Maybe for our 10th anniversary,” Randy said with a wink.
“Heh, I guess I’ll have to wait a couple more years before we get those His and His Hummers… Alright, I know what you can get me.”
“What?”
“A Bob Marley CD.” Randy scrunched up his face, and John placed a hand on his chin, and leaned him to give him a chaste kiss. “You’re so cute when you do that.”
“How many times do I have to tell you-”
“Right, right, you’re not cute, you’re ruggedly handsome. Now, do you have something against Bob Marley?”
Randy shook his head, “No, but why didn’t you just get one yourself?”
“Are you suggesting I buy your birthday gift for me for myself?”
“No, not at all. Ok, I’ll get you your Bob Marley, but I’m getting you something else, too,” Randy told him, finally getting an idea of how to surprise him.
“You don’t have to.”
“No,” Randy said, laying down on the bed, pulling John on top of him, “but I want to.”
“Mmm, so, what do you want now?”
Randy licked his lips, “What I want now is you.”
“I think we can work that out.” John leaned in and kissed along Randy’s jaw. He then reached down and grabbed Randy through his jeans. He let out a gasp and let his eyes close. Somehow, John had managed to remove both their shirts, and was now back to kissing Randy’s face.
“You weren’t born at three in the morning, were you,” Randy managed to choke out as John’s hand found its way down his pants.
John just laughed, “Nope, sorry. Seven PM, you won’t be able to pull that move with me.”
“Damn.”
John freed himself from his own clothes. He told Randy to scoot back so he was propped up against the pillows. John straddled the other man’s hips so both their cocks were touching. He leaned forward to kiss Randy and thrust his hips forward at the same time. Their tongues fought for dominance, eventually Randy gave in to the feelings. John pinned his arms above his head as he continued to let their cocks rub together. “God, John, that feels so good.”
Letting go with one hand, John brought it down to where their cocks met. He grabbed them both, and Randy let his free hand land on top of John’s. Together they jerked each other off, John arching back as his came over Randy, Randy’s own hips jutting up at his release.
John lay down next to Randy, both panting on the bed. “Think we can catch a couple hours sleep before the show tonight?”
“I hope so… Bob Marley…” Randy couldn’t help bring it up again.
“You back off, that man’s a fucking God.”
“Whatever you say. Night, John.”
“Well, it’s more like afternoon.”
“Fine, good afternoon, John.”
“You, too, Randy.”
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Saturday, John was finally ready to get back to wrestling. He booked a flight to England for Randy and himself, and they landed there Sunday afternoon. “Jet lag will be a bitch,” Randy complained.
“Always is,” John told him, as they brought their bags up to their hotel room.
Before sitting down on the bed, Randy pulled back the comforter, mumbling something about it being filthy. “Is it really that bad?” John asked, amused.
“Dude, do you know how often they wash these things?” Randy said with a shake of his head. “Yeah, like, never. It’s almost as bad as the remote.”
“I never took you for such a germophobe.”
“I wouldn’t call myself a germophobe. Just, seriously, who wants to sit on this?” he asked, holding up the corner of the comforter pinched between his thumb and index finger.
“You’re too much, Randy.”
Now that the comforter had been taken care of, Randy sat down on the bed and glanced at John, who started hanging up some clothes in the closet. “So, umm,” he started, scratching the back of his head, “what do you want?”
“Huh?” John stopped to turn and look at Randy.
“What. Do. You. Want?”
“What do you mean?”
“For your birthday, what do you want me to get you?”
Joining Randy on the bed, he said, “Doesn’t that ruin the surprise?”
“I guess, yeah. But it’s not like you’ve really talked about it, or even dropped subtle hints about what you want.”
John wrapped an arm around Randy’s waist and pulled him in close, giving him a noogie. “You don’t need to get me anything, really. I don’t need more shit, to be honest.”
Randy smirked, “Tell me about it. You’re the biggest packrat I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey, man, you never know when you’ll need something. Watch, I’ll throw something out, then the next week, whaddya know? I need what I just threw out!”
“Just get a new… whatever,” Randy said, waving his hand around in the air, “it’s not like you can’t afford it.”
“No, but you know what they say. Waste not, want not.”
“What about something for one of your cars?”
“Sorry, what?”
“I could get you something to help you fix up one of those old cars you have.”
“I already told you, I don’t need anything.”
Getting annoyed, Randy tried harder. “Ok, so you might not need anything, but you must want something.”
“All I want is you.”
“As much as I appreciate that, I don’t believe it.”
Taking Randy’s hand in his, John told him, “Look, I love you, Randy. Seriously, I don’t want you to waste your money on me.”
“John, I want to do something for you. I want to get you something for your birthday. It only happens once a year, after all. I wouldn’t call it wasting my money.”
“Ok, then… How does this sound: His and His Hummers!”
At Randy’s look of confused amusement, John said, “Ok, no Hummer. I know! I’ve always wanted a neon blue Lambo.”
“I’m not getting you a Lambo. At first you didn’t want anything, now you want a fucking car?”
“So, no car then?” John pouted, though Randy could see in his eyes he was only joking. “But you really want to get me something?”
“Yeah, I do. But I don’t want to get you a car. Maybe for our 10th anniversary,” Randy said with a wink.
“Heh, I guess I’ll have to wait a couple more years before we get those His and His Hummers… Alright, I know what you can get me.”
“What?”
“A Bob Marley CD.” Randy scrunched up his face, and John placed a hand on his chin, and leaned him to give him a chaste kiss. “You’re so cute when you do that.”
“How many times do I have to tell you-”
“Right, right, you’re not cute, you’re ruggedly handsome. Now, do you have something against Bob Marley?”
Randy shook his head, “No, but why didn’t you just get one yourself?”
“Are you suggesting I buy your birthday gift for me for myself?”
“No, not at all. Ok, I’ll get you your Bob Marley, but I’m getting you something else, too,” Randy told him, finally getting an idea of how to surprise him.
“You don’t have to.”
“No,” Randy said, laying down on the bed, pulling John on top of him, “but I want to.”
“Mmm, so, what do you want now?”
Randy licked his lips, “What I want now is you.”
“I think we can work that out.” John leaned in and kissed along Randy’s jaw. He then reached down and grabbed Randy through his jeans. He let out a gasp and let his eyes close. Somehow, John had managed to remove both their shirts, and was now back to kissing Randy’s face.
“You weren’t born at three in the morning, were you,” Randy managed to choke out as John’s hand found its way down his pants.
John just laughed, “Nope, sorry. Seven PM, you won’t be able to pull that move with me.”
“Damn.”
John freed himself from his own clothes. He told Randy to scoot back so he was propped up against the pillows. John straddled the other man’s hips so both their cocks were touching. He leaned forward to kiss Randy and thrust his hips forward at the same time. Their tongues fought for dominance, eventually Randy gave in to the feelings. John pinned his arms above his head as he continued to let their cocks rub together. “God, John, that feels so good.”
Letting go with one hand, John brought it down to where their cocks met. He grabbed them both, and Randy let his free hand land on top of John’s. Together they jerked each other off, John arching back as his came over Randy, Randy’s own hips jutting up at his release.
John lay down next to Randy, both panting on the bed. “Think we can catch a couple hours sleep before the show tonight?”
“I hope so… Bob Marley…” Randy couldn’t help bring it up again.
“You back off, that man’s a fucking God.”
“Whatever you say. Night, John.”
“Well, it’s more like afternoon.”
“Fine, good afternoon, John.”
“You, too, Randy.”