Part one of my BEASTLY Cenaton fic
This is the story of what Randy now calls their first and second dates. It happened close to 6 years ago in June of 2002. I’m saying they’re in CT at the start of this, since I have no clue where they actually were at this point. Hey, it’s my fic, I can do as I please… Hope you like it!
“Hey, John, did you wanna go out somewhere? Hey, John, did you wanna head out? Hey, John, would you like to go somewhere with me? God, that sounds so cheesy.” Randy was pacing back and forth in the empty locker room, waiting for John to come out of the showers. He heard the water shut off, so he sat down on a bench, facing away from the door. He didn’t know why he was so embarrassed; he had only just kissed John two nights before. It wasn’t as though John pushed him away. In fact, to Randy, it seemed as though John enjoyed himself. They were still on speaking terms, after all.
John walked out of the showers, dressed in only his shorts. He was surprised to see Randy sitting there, but not displeased. “Hey.”
“Hey, John… Did you, uh, wanna go out somewhere?” Randy asked, flushing.
He noticed the blush creeping up Randy’s face and smirked, “Like on a date?” he teased.
“No! No, not… Not like a date… Just, to like, hang out, grab a drink or two. No, it’s not a date. Why would I be asking you out on a date? I don’t want to date you. Not that you’re not a great guy! Shit.”
“Hey, man,” John cut in before Randy made an even bigger ass of himself, “I’m just shitting with you. I have an idea.”
“Oh, yeah?” Randy said, still flustered.
“Let’s grab something from some liquor store and go back to my hotel room. That sound ok?”
Randy stood up, “Yeah, that sounds great.”
John threw on a shirt and led them out to his car. He unlocked it and both men got in. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight, you know, in the Smackdown locker room.”
“Well,” Randy started with a grin, “I figured I could lower my standards for one night and make an appearance.”
“Such a sweetheart.”
They continued the drive in silence. Soon enough they were in the parking lot of a near by liquor store, where they picked up a case of beer. Once they got back to John’s hotel, they sit down on the bed and set to opening a bottle each.
“Did you leave your car in the lot back at the arena?” John asked suddenly.
Randy was just about to take his first sip, and he let the bottle rest on his bottom lip as he answered, “Oh, no, I hopped a ride with someone.”
“Were you there the whole show?”
“Most of it. I just kinda hung around for most of it, I didn’t want you to see me until after the show, anyway.”
John grinned, “Big surprise?”
“I guess you could call it that.” Randy took a long swallow, and John watched his throat work, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the liquid worked its way down. Randy lowered the bottle and noticed John staring. “Enjoying the view?”
John snapped out of his trance like state, “Huh? Oh, uh,” he blushed. “Can’t complain.” John took a swig of his own, holding the bottle angled so he could keep his eyes on Randy keeping his eyes on him.
“John, what is going on between us?” Randy asked, setting the bottle down beside him.
“I dunno. Do you want something between us? I mean, you didn’t want this to be a date.”
“Well, I mean, it could be, I guess, if you want to call it that. I wouldn’t mind if there was… What I mean to say is, if something was going on between us, well, it wouldn’t be a bad thing, I guess it’s what I’m trying to say. So, if there is something, I would like there to be…” Randy cut himself off by downing the rest of his bottle. He reached for another one, but before he could open the top, John pulled it out of his hands and lay it down. John leaned in a captured Randy’s mouth with his. He let the kiss continue for a few brief seconds before he pulled back.
“Like that kinda something?”
“Yeah, kinda like that.” Randy picked up the bottle, opened it up and took a nice, long drink. John finished off his first bottle and took out a second from the pack.
“Don’t you feel like we should be toasting something?” John asked.
“Sure. What, though?”
“Hmm,” John though. “Us?”
“Is there an ‘us?’” Randy wanted the answer to be a yes, he wanted them to be together, wanted to see where a relationship would lead.
“Do you want there to be an ‘us?’ As in, a couple? Do you want us to be together? To be… boyfriends?”
“I would like it,” Randy replied, “I don’t know how far we could take something between us. I do know, though, that I like you. We’ve been friends for so long; I don’t know why this didn’t happen sooner.”
John laughed, “Yeah, man, you should have kissed me ages ago. So,” he held up his bottle, “To us?”
Randy raised his bottle and the two clanked together, “To us.”
They tipped their heads back and drank the bottles down. Both of them grabbed a third, and, at this point, they were getting rather tipsy. “Hey, John,” Randy began, “I’ll give you 10 bucks if you wear a dress for me.”
“A dress?” John asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Yup.”
“For 10 bucks.”
“That’s what I said.”
John looked at Randy and leaned in to kiss the lopsided grin, “Make it 20 and you have a deal. And you pay for the dress.”
“Ok, but we’re getting it from Goodwill.”
“Deal?”
“Deal.” The guys shook hands.
John straddled Randy’s hips and pushed him back onto the bed. He began kissing his mouth, this time he let his tongue play across Randy’s lips. Randy parted his lips and John’s tongue slipped in. Randy let his hands slide up John’s back, up to his neck, up to the back of his head.
John grabbed the hem of Randy’s shirt and pulled back in order to get the shirt over Randy’s head. He then tore his on shirt off, throwing it to the side.
“Wait,” Randy stopped him.
John glanced up, his lips still kissing over Randy’s chest, “What is it? I thought you wanted this.”
“I… I do. Trust me, I want you so bad. I just don’t want to be drunk. I don’t want our first time to be some drunken fuck. I’ve had a couple of those, and they’re not all they’re cracked up to be.”
“I’m with you on that one. So, did you wanna stop, then?” John asked as he rolled off of Randy.
“Yeah, I guess…” He said, staring at his hands. “But, uh, do you think I could…”
“Stay the night?” John finished for him. “I don’t see why not. It’s not a problem, just don’t try and jump me in the middle of the night. Got it?”
“I’ll try my hardest.” Randy slid under the covers and John walked around to the other side, joining Randy. “We’re going shopping tomorrow.”
“You got it.” He leaned over and gave Randy a kiss, “Night.”
“Night… Uh, who’s getting the light?”
“Shit. I always forget that.”
“Don’t worry,” Randy told him, “I’ll get it. I am the guest, after all. Just turn on that light next to you.” Randy got out of the covers and turned out the light. He stopped in the bathroom on the way back, the beer catching up to him. He got back in, but then John walked to the bathroom himself. Finally, both guys were back in bed, “Night, John.”
“Good night.”
“Hey, John, did you wanna go out somewhere? Hey, John, did you wanna head out? Hey, John, would you like to go somewhere with me? God, that sounds so cheesy.” Randy was pacing back and forth in the empty locker room, waiting for John to come out of the showers. He heard the water shut off, so he sat down on a bench, facing away from the door. He didn’t know why he was so embarrassed; he had only just kissed John two nights before. It wasn’t as though John pushed him away. In fact, to Randy, it seemed as though John enjoyed himself. They were still on speaking terms, after all.
John walked out of the showers, dressed in only his shorts. He was surprised to see Randy sitting there, but not displeased. “Hey.”
“Hey, John… Did you, uh, wanna go out somewhere?” Randy asked, flushing.
He noticed the blush creeping up Randy’s face and smirked, “Like on a date?” he teased.
“No! No, not… Not like a date… Just, to like, hang out, grab a drink or two. No, it’s not a date. Why would I be asking you out on a date? I don’t want to date you. Not that you’re not a great guy! Shit.”
“Hey, man,” John cut in before Randy made an even bigger ass of himself, “I’m just shitting with you. I have an idea.”
“Oh, yeah?” Randy said, still flustered.
“Let’s grab something from some liquor store and go back to my hotel room. That sound ok?”
Randy stood up, “Yeah, that sounds great.”
John threw on a shirt and led them out to his car. He unlocked it and both men got in. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight, you know, in the Smackdown locker room.”
“Well,” Randy started with a grin, “I figured I could lower my standards for one night and make an appearance.”
“Such a sweetheart.”
They continued the drive in silence. Soon enough they were in the parking lot of a near by liquor store, where they picked up a case of beer. Once they got back to John’s hotel, they sit down on the bed and set to opening a bottle each.
“Did you leave your car in the lot back at the arena?” John asked suddenly.
Randy was just about to take his first sip, and he let the bottle rest on his bottom lip as he answered, “Oh, no, I hopped a ride with someone.”
“Were you there the whole show?”
“Most of it. I just kinda hung around for most of it, I didn’t want you to see me until after the show, anyway.”
John grinned, “Big surprise?”
“I guess you could call it that.” Randy took a long swallow, and John watched his throat work, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the liquid worked its way down. Randy lowered the bottle and noticed John staring. “Enjoying the view?”
John snapped out of his trance like state, “Huh? Oh, uh,” he blushed. “Can’t complain.” John took a swig of his own, holding the bottle angled so he could keep his eyes on Randy keeping his eyes on him.
“John, what is going on between us?” Randy asked, setting the bottle down beside him.
“I dunno. Do you want something between us? I mean, you didn’t want this to be a date.”
“Well, I mean, it could be, I guess, if you want to call it that. I wouldn’t mind if there was… What I mean to say is, if something was going on between us, well, it wouldn’t be a bad thing, I guess it’s what I’m trying to say. So, if there is something, I would like there to be…” Randy cut himself off by downing the rest of his bottle. He reached for another one, but before he could open the top, John pulled it out of his hands and lay it down. John leaned in a captured Randy’s mouth with his. He let the kiss continue for a few brief seconds before he pulled back.
“Like that kinda something?”
“Yeah, kinda like that.” Randy picked up the bottle, opened it up and took a nice, long drink. John finished off his first bottle and took out a second from the pack.
“Don’t you feel like we should be toasting something?” John asked.
“Sure. What, though?”
“Hmm,” John though. “Us?”
“Is there an ‘us?’” Randy wanted the answer to be a yes, he wanted them to be together, wanted to see where a relationship would lead.
“Do you want there to be an ‘us?’ As in, a couple? Do you want us to be together? To be… boyfriends?”
“I would like it,” Randy replied, “I don’t know how far we could take something between us. I do know, though, that I like you. We’ve been friends for so long; I don’t know why this didn’t happen sooner.”
John laughed, “Yeah, man, you should have kissed me ages ago. So,” he held up his bottle, “To us?”
Randy raised his bottle and the two clanked together, “To us.”
They tipped their heads back and drank the bottles down. Both of them grabbed a third, and, at this point, they were getting rather tipsy. “Hey, John,” Randy began, “I’ll give you 10 bucks if you wear a dress for me.”
“A dress?” John asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Yup.”
“For 10 bucks.”
“That’s what I said.”
John looked at Randy and leaned in to kiss the lopsided grin, “Make it 20 and you have a deal. And you pay for the dress.”
“Ok, but we’re getting it from Goodwill.”
“Deal?”
“Deal.” The guys shook hands.
John straddled Randy’s hips and pushed him back onto the bed. He began kissing his mouth, this time he let his tongue play across Randy’s lips. Randy parted his lips and John’s tongue slipped in. Randy let his hands slide up John’s back, up to his neck, up to the back of his head.
John grabbed the hem of Randy’s shirt and pulled back in order to get the shirt over Randy’s head. He then tore his on shirt off, throwing it to the side.
“Wait,” Randy stopped him.
John glanced up, his lips still kissing over Randy’s chest, “What is it? I thought you wanted this.”
“I… I do. Trust me, I want you so bad. I just don’t want to be drunk. I don’t want our first time to be some drunken fuck. I’ve had a couple of those, and they’re not all they’re cracked up to be.”
“I’m with you on that one. So, did you wanna stop, then?” John asked as he rolled off of Randy.
“Yeah, I guess…” He said, staring at his hands. “But, uh, do you think I could…”
“Stay the night?” John finished for him. “I don’t see why not. It’s not a problem, just don’t try and jump me in the middle of the night. Got it?”
“I’ll try my hardest.” Randy slid under the covers and John walked around to the other side, joining Randy. “We’re going shopping tomorrow.”
“You got it.” He leaned over and gave Randy a kiss, “Night.”
“Night… Uh, who’s getting the light?”
“Shit. I always forget that.”
“Don’t worry,” Randy told him, “I’ll get it. I am the guest, after all. Just turn on that light next to you.” Randy got out of the covers and turned out the light. He stopped in the bathroom on the way back, the beer catching up to him. He got back in, but then John walked to the bathroom himself. Finally, both guys were back in bed, “Night, John.”
“Good night.”