Part 3 of my BEASTLY Cenaton fic
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“Hey, Dave, it’s Randy.”
“I saw. Caller ID, great invention. What’s up?”
John backed the car out of the parking spot and pulled onto the road, looking for the interstate on-ramp.
“Change of plans. I can’t stay with you tonight.”
“Why, is everything ok?” he asked, worry in his voice.
“No, no, everything’s fine. It’s just that, well, I’m staying at the Marriot tonight.”
“Oh, yeah? Any particular reason?”
“Uhh, John’s staying there.”
“You sly dog, you,” Batista said with a smirk.
Randy couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so he just nodded before remembering that Dave couldn’t see him. “Yup,” he added quickly.
“Well then, I’ll see you later. You have a good time tonight.”
John watched as a blush climbed up the side of Randy’s face, and he wondered what Dave could have said to cause such a reaction.
“Thanks,” Randy said sheepishly. “See ya.” Once he hung up, he turned his focus to John. “Ok, that’s all set…”
“What did he say to you to make you blush?”
“I didn’t blush,” Randy said, shaking his head.
“You did so blush!” John exclaimed as he merged onto the interstate.
“Ortons don’t blush,” Randy countered.
“Hate to break it to ya, then, but if that’s the case, you ain’t no Orton.”
“Just shut the fuck up and pay attention to the damn road. Shit.”
“You’re so cute when you’re frustrated.”
“I’m not fucking cute.”
“You shut up, you’re fucking adorable,” John and Randy argued jokingly, both failing to keep the smiles off their faces.
“Well, if I’m cute, so are you.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, you hate it as much as I do!”
“I do not. I know that it’s ok to take a compliment.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I know. Now make sure you pay attention to the exits, I don’t want to miss it. I’m assuming you know how to read a map.”
“Uh, not very well. Geography wasn’t exactly my strong suit at school,” Randy admitted, hanging his head a little.
“Ok, well, that’s why I printed out Map Quest directions. I’m assuming you know how to read.”
“Hardy-har-har. Of course I can fucking read. Bastard.”
“Good.”
A silence fell over the car, the only talking either did for some time was to say what exit they should be taking, or which lane they should be in. Randy fell asleep in his seat when there was a long stretch of road ahead of them. John tried to focus on the road, but his eyes kept drifting towards Randy’s sleeping body.
He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Had grown to like his best friend as far more than just a best friend. He thought back to the night that Randy had kissed him for the first time. It had only been a couple days ago, but he could still feel Randy’s mouth on his. It wasn’t a wonderfully passionate kiss, but it was enough to stir up feelings inside John which he had been hiding from himself for far too long. There had always been something there between them, but he never wanted to pin it for something more than just friendship. One drunken kiss had changed it all, though.
His mind flashed back to the night before in his hotel room, when he climbed on top of Randy in the bed. Randy had been the voice of reason, telling him that he wanted their first time together to be something more than a drunken fuck, one that they could possibly regret later. Even though neither had been completely wasted, it was only three beers apice, granted, it was the good import stuff. Still, they weren’t exactly all there, either.
But then this morning, oh that morning in the shower. Randy Orton had gotten down on his knees and sucked him off. The definition of man sitting next to him had taken his cock into his mouth and brought him to completion, even going so far as to swallow all of John’s cum. John smiled and placed his hand over Randy’s, which was lying on Randy’s lap, palm up.
Randy woke up and saw John unbuckling. “Hey.”
“Hey there, sleepy-head. Have a nice nap?”
“Mmm, yeah. We here? Oh, guess not,” Randy added as he finally took in his surroundings. They were in a McDonald’s parking lot.
“Nah, I just had to piss and stretch my legs. You getting out?” John asked before slamming his door shut.
“Yeah,” Randy said, rolling his head before unbuckling and opening his door.
Once they were done, Randy asked, “Did you want me to do any of the driving, give you a break?”
“Nah,” John answered, “we’re less than an hour away, anyway.”
“Shit, I was sleeping that long?”
“Yeah. It was nice to drive without your bitching, though.”
Randy punched his arm before crossing over to the passenger side door. “You know what? Fuck you.”
“I hope you do.”
Randy paused with one foot in the door, ducking into the car, “What was that?”
John took his seat and stuck the keys in the ignition. “Nothing. Now get in, we’re making good time. And we don’t want to get stuck in Boston traffic. It’s a bitch.”
“Whatever.”
“So, uh, tomorrow,” John began, pulling out of the space and onto the road, “before the show I was gonna visit my parents.”
“That’s nice,” Randy said, not sure where John was trying to go with this.
“Yeah, it’s always nice when I get to see them.” John found his way back onto the highway, awkwardly trying to talk to Randy. “Well, I mean, I’d have to run it by them, but, uh, would you like to, you know, come with me?”
“To your parent’s house?”
“Yeah.”
“I would like that. I’d like that a lot. Thank you, John.”
“Good. Good…”
Randy slid his hand over to the armrest to where John’s arm was, get this, resting. He ran his fingers over John’s fingers, then turned to hand over where he started tracking along the lines of John’s palm. Randy then let his fingers slide up John’s arm. Randy watched John’s face as he fought to keep his eyes open and focused on the road. “That feel good?” Randy questioned.
John had a sharp intake of breath as Randy reached the bend in his arm, touching the sensitive skin, “Yeah.”
Randy suddenly pulled his hand away, and John glared at the loss of contact. “Can’t have you crashing, now, can we? Pay attention to the road.
“Tease.”
Again, they fell into a silence, one or the other making an occasional comment about a building. Soon they began arguing about how John would get them pulled over if he didn’t slow down.
“Chill, man, we’re in Mass now; no one gives a flying fuck what you do up here. Trust me, this is where I grew up.”
Soon, they were pulling into the parking garage for the Marriot. “So, how come you’re staying here? Most of the other guys are over at the Park Plaza.”
John drove to the second floor where he was able to find a single parking space. “Marriot credit card. My mom started using them, and I saw the genius behind them.” John parked and opened the trunk, from where he grabbed his suitcases. Randy’s stuff was in the backseat, which he took out. John locked up after he made sure they grabbed everything.
“So, what exactly do these cards do?”
“Well, they’re kinda like frequent flyer miles, only not for flying. You buy shit, you get points, you get enough points, you get free rooms. And that is what I have here; a free room.”
“Oh, that’s handy.”
“Yup. Now, let’s go check in.”
The guys headed into the lobby where they checked in. The man at the check in desk informed them they were in room 752, so they found the elevator and headed up. Once they reached the 7th floor, the doors dinged and opened for them. Following the signs, they found their rooms. John unlocked the door and walked in; Randy followed behind. The door closed when John turned to Randy and slammed him against it, crushing their mouths together.
“Damn,” John said when he pulled back, “I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”
“Well, then, don’t stop now.”
“No, no, I’m all set. For now. Remember, we have the rest of the night to ourselves. Come on, let’s go walk around Boston. It’s such a perfect walking city. Plus, it’s possibly the greatest city in the world.”
“Sure… You’re not gonna take no for an answer, are you?” Randy asked, and John nodded in agreement. “Well, I guess we’re gonna walk around Boston.”
“Good!” John said excitedly. “I can show you the Southside Church, oh, and we can ride the T! We can head over to the north side and stop at the aquarium.”
Randy grinned, “An aquarium?”
“Sure, why not? I’m here to show you the city, man. You ever ridden on a DUWK?”
“Uh, no, why would I ride a duck?”
“Not a duck, like the animal duck, but one of those World War II land and water vehicle things,” John explained.
“Nope.”
“Good.”
The guys spent hours outside walking around Boston, taking in the sights. They stopped to eat at Hard Rock Café, where they got hounded for pictures and autographs. They didn’t really care, though, they were much too happy in each other’s company.
Finally, around 9:30, they rode the T back to the south side of Boston where their hotel was. Once inside the room, Randy crossed over to his stuff where he pulled out John’s deep blue dress. “You ready?”
“I guess I have to be, don’t I?” John took the dress from Randy’s hands and left for the bathroom. Randy could hear cursing from inside the room, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “This isn’t fucking funny, Orton.”
“Oh, but it is, Cena. It’s fucking hilarious.”
“You’re a sick, twisted freak. Dammit, I can’t zip this thing!”
“Hey, you’re the one that agreed to it. It won’t zip? Maybe we should have gotten a couple sizes bigger.”
“I may have agreed, but I wasn’t the one that brought it up. It’s really not gonna get any higher without ripping. Can I just come out now and get it over with?”
“Yeah, come on. I can’t wait.”
John opened the door and walked out. The fabric was pulled taut over John’s muscular body, and it clung to him. Randy looked him up and down, his mouth hanging open. His eyes stopped at John’s waist, where John’s cock was obviously erect. “You happy?” John asked, annoyed.
“Yeah. Gimme a spin.”
John grimaced, but spun around in a circle anyway. The dress billowed out around him, giving Randy a glimpse of his upper legs. “There.”
“Jesus. You look fucking hot.”
“Yeah, sure I do.”
“We should have gotten you heels.”
“No fucking way. Maybe we can get you some when it’s your turn.”
“Maybe,” Randy agreed, not really paying attention to what was actually said. He moved closer to John, he let his hands rest on John’s cloth covered hips as he leaned forward to kiss him.
“You’re turned on by this, aren’t you?” John asked, pulling back from the kiss.
“And you’re not?” Randy replied quickly, taking hold of John through the dress. His hand moved up and down over John’s cock, and John’s head dropped back at the feel of the fabric rubbing along him. Randy kissed him again before pulling him back to the bed. “We’re doing this right tonight. God, I want to fuck you so hard.”
“Yes,” John said, lying down on the mattress.
Randy made John move back so his head was resting on the pillows. “Wait, do you have anything we could use as lube?”
“Uh, no, can’t say that I do. Wait, what about the lotion in the bathroom?”
“Fine.” Randy climbed off of John and retrieved the lotion from the bathroom. He got back on top and captured John’s mouth in a kiss. He felt John’s hands undo his belt and button. Randy’s own hands slid up the side of John’s legs, under the dress. He noticed that John wasn’t wearing anything underneath once he got to the upper thighs.
John had pulled Randy’s jeans down as far as he could, so Randy pulled back from the kiss and removed them himself, along with his shirt. Then Randy leaned back in and began kissing his way up John’s leg and back down the other, skipping over John’s hard cock.
He reached over to the side table, picked up the lotion and said, “How do you think we should…? Should you flip over, or would you rather try this face to face?”
“Like this; I want to be able to see you,” John answered truthfully.
“Me, too. Ok, I think maybe you should put you legs over my shoulders. Or you could just pull your knees into your chest, I guess.”
John lifted his legs up and wrapped them around Randy’s neck. Randy dumped a bunch of the lotion in his hand and rubbed it along his cock. He then slid one finger inside John, who let out a gasp. “That’s… interesting.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” Randy began moving the finger in and out, then added a second. Again, John let out a gasp, the sensation of having something moving inside him was surprising. He felt Randy sliding the fingers around, then scissoring them, trying to widen his hole. “Do it now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Randy added more lotion to his length before pushing himself in. John wasn’t ready for the pain that accompanied the entrance, and he let out a yell. Randy leaned down to kiss him, trying to cover the scream with his mouth. Finally, Randy pulled back and looked down at John’s sweaty face. “Are you ok? Do you want me to stop? I’ll pull out if you want me to.”
“No, it just… it just hurt more than I was expecting. I’m ok. Just let me get used to it, ok?”
“Ok,” Randy said wearily.
“Ok,” John said, taking a deep breath, “go on.”
Randy pulled back slowly, almost pulling all the way out. He then moved his hips back very slowly. He locked his eyes on John’s, and the two smiled. Knowing that John was better now, he began picking up his pace. “You like this?”
“I’m getting used to- Oh, GOD!” John shouted when Randy hit something inside him. Randy stopped, thinking he had hurt him, but then John commanded, “Do that again!”
Randy pushed back in at the same angle, and again, John let out a cry of pleasure. Seeing how this made John feel, Randy kept this angle, hitting that spot with every stroke. John was gripping the sheets and Randy was digging his fingers into John’s shoulders, hard enough to leave marks.
“John, I’m gonna come,” Randy said, sweat dripping off his forehead onto John’s face. John just nodded. Randy came with a cry, pushing deep into John. John, feeling Randy’s seed spill into him was too much, and he began to come, as well, shooting over both their stomachs and getting some on the dress he still had on.
Randy collapsed onto John, who let his legs drop onto the mattress. “Goddamn,” Randy muttered.
“Yeah,” John added with a sigh, pulling Randy in close to him.
“Christ.”
“Yeah,” John agreed.
“Should we shower before going to bed?” Randy asked, snuggling closer to John.”
“Probably. But I really don’t feel like moving.”
“Me either… John?”
“Yeah?”
“I… Well, I think I may… You see, I’m pretty sure… I, uh… love you.”
John smiled wide and wrapped his leg around Randy. “I think I love you, too, Randy.” He gave him a kiss on the cheek, then whispered, “Good night.”
Randy smiled, as well, and turned so that his back was pressed against John, “Good night.”
“Hey, Dave, it’s Randy.”
“I saw. Caller ID, great invention. What’s up?”
John backed the car out of the parking spot and pulled onto the road, looking for the interstate on-ramp.
“Change of plans. I can’t stay with you tonight.”
“Why, is everything ok?” he asked, worry in his voice.
“No, no, everything’s fine. It’s just that, well, I’m staying at the Marriot tonight.”
“Oh, yeah? Any particular reason?”
“Uhh, John’s staying there.”
“You sly dog, you,” Batista said with a smirk.
Randy couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so he just nodded before remembering that Dave couldn’t see him. “Yup,” he added quickly.
“Well then, I’ll see you later. You have a good time tonight.”
John watched as a blush climbed up the side of Randy’s face, and he wondered what Dave could have said to cause such a reaction.
“Thanks,” Randy said sheepishly. “See ya.” Once he hung up, he turned his focus to John. “Ok, that’s all set…”
“What did he say to you to make you blush?”
“I didn’t blush,” Randy said, shaking his head.
“You did so blush!” John exclaimed as he merged onto the interstate.
“Ortons don’t blush,” Randy countered.
“Hate to break it to ya, then, but if that’s the case, you ain’t no Orton.”
“Just shut the fuck up and pay attention to the damn road. Shit.”
“You’re so cute when you’re frustrated.”
“I’m not fucking cute.”
“You shut up, you’re fucking adorable,” John and Randy argued jokingly, both failing to keep the smiles off their faces.
“Well, if I’m cute, so are you.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, you hate it as much as I do!”
“I do not. I know that it’s ok to take a compliment.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I know. Now make sure you pay attention to the exits, I don’t want to miss it. I’m assuming you know how to read a map.”
“Uh, not very well. Geography wasn’t exactly my strong suit at school,” Randy admitted, hanging his head a little.
“Ok, well, that’s why I printed out Map Quest directions. I’m assuming you know how to read.”
“Hardy-har-har. Of course I can fucking read. Bastard.”
“Good.”
A silence fell over the car, the only talking either did for some time was to say what exit they should be taking, or which lane they should be in. Randy fell asleep in his seat when there was a long stretch of road ahead of them. John tried to focus on the road, but his eyes kept drifting towards Randy’s sleeping body.
He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Had grown to like his best friend as far more than just a best friend. He thought back to the night that Randy had kissed him for the first time. It had only been a couple days ago, but he could still feel Randy’s mouth on his. It wasn’t a wonderfully passionate kiss, but it was enough to stir up feelings inside John which he had been hiding from himself for far too long. There had always been something there between them, but he never wanted to pin it for something more than just friendship. One drunken kiss had changed it all, though.
His mind flashed back to the night before in his hotel room, when he climbed on top of Randy in the bed. Randy had been the voice of reason, telling him that he wanted their first time together to be something more than a drunken fuck, one that they could possibly regret later. Even though neither had been completely wasted, it was only three beers apice, granted, it was the good import stuff. Still, they weren’t exactly all there, either.
But then this morning, oh that morning in the shower. Randy Orton had gotten down on his knees and sucked him off. The definition of man sitting next to him had taken his cock into his mouth and brought him to completion, even going so far as to swallow all of John’s cum. John smiled and placed his hand over Randy’s, which was lying on Randy’s lap, palm up.
Randy woke up and saw John unbuckling. “Hey.”
“Hey there, sleepy-head. Have a nice nap?”
“Mmm, yeah. We here? Oh, guess not,” Randy added as he finally took in his surroundings. They were in a McDonald’s parking lot.
“Nah, I just had to piss and stretch my legs. You getting out?” John asked before slamming his door shut.
“Yeah,” Randy said, rolling his head before unbuckling and opening his door.
Once they were done, Randy asked, “Did you want me to do any of the driving, give you a break?”
“Nah,” John answered, “we’re less than an hour away, anyway.”
“Shit, I was sleeping that long?”
“Yeah. It was nice to drive without your bitching, though.”
Randy punched his arm before crossing over to the passenger side door. “You know what? Fuck you.”
“I hope you do.”
Randy paused with one foot in the door, ducking into the car, “What was that?”
John took his seat and stuck the keys in the ignition. “Nothing. Now get in, we’re making good time. And we don’t want to get stuck in Boston traffic. It’s a bitch.”
“Whatever.”
“So, uh, tomorrow,” John began, pulling out of the space and onto the road, “before the show I was gonna visit my parents.”
“That’s nice,” Randy said, not sure where John was trying to go with this.
“Yeah, it’s always nice when I get to see them.” John found his way back onto the highway, awkwardly trying to talk to Randy. “Well, I mean, I’d have to run it by them, but, uh, would you like to, you know, come with me?”
“To your parent’s house?”
“Yeah.”
“I would like that. I’d like that a lot. Thank you, John.”
“Good. Good…”
Randy slid his hand over to the armrest to where John’s arm was, get this, resting. He ran his fingers over John’s fingers, then turned to hand over where he started tracking along the lines of John’s palm. Randy then let his fingers slide up John’s arm. Randy watched John’s face as he fought to keep his eyes open and focused on the road. “That feel good?” Randy questioned.
John had a sharp intake of breath as Randy reached the bend in his arm, touching the sensitive skin, “Yeah.”
Randy suddenly pulled his hand away, and John glared at the loss of contact. “Can’t have you crashing, now, can we? Pay attention to the road.
“Tease.”
Again, they fell into a silence, one or the other making an occasional comment about a building. Soon they began arguing about how John would get them pulled over if he didn’t slow down.
“Chill, man, we’re in Mass now; no one gives a flying fuck what you do up here. Trust me, this is where I grew up.”
Soon, they were pulling into the parking garage for the Marriot. “So, how come you’re staying here? Most of the other guys are over at the Park Plaza.”
John drove to the second floor where he was able to find a single parking space. “Marriot credit card. My mom started using them, and I saw the genius behind them.” John parked and opened the trunk, from where he grabbed his suitcases. Randy’s stuff was in the backseat, which he took out. John locked up after he made sure they grabbed everything.
“So, what exactly do these cards do?”
“Well, they’re kinda like frequent flyer miles, only not for flying. You buy shit, you get points, you get enough points, you get free rooms. And that is what I have here; a free room.”
“Oh, that’s handy.”
“Yup. Now, let’s go check in.”
The guys headed into the lobby where they checked in. The man at the check in desk informed them they were in room 752, so they found the elevator and headed up. Once they reached the 7th floor, the doors dinged and opened for them. Following the signs, they found their rooms. John unlocked the door and walked in; Randy followed behind. The door closed when John turned to Randy and slammed him against it, crushing their mouths together.
“Damn,” John said when he pulled back, “I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”
“Well, then, don’t stop now.”
“No, no, I’m all set. For now. Remember, we have the rest of the night to ourselves. Come on, let’s go walk around Boston. It’s such a perfect walking city. Plus, it’s possibly the greatest city in the world.”
“Sure… You’re not gonna take no for an answer, are you?” Randy asked, and John nodded in agreement. “Well, I guess we’re gonna walk around Boston.”
“Good!” John said excitedly. “I can show you the Southside Church, oh, and we can ride the T! We can head over to the north side and stop at the aquarium.”
Randy grinned, “An aquarium?”
“Sure, why not? I’m here to show you the city, man. You ever ridden on a DUWK?”
“Uh, no, why would I ride a duck?”
“Not a duck, like the animal duck, but one of those World War II land and water vehicle things,” John explained.
“Nope.”
“Good.”
The guys spent hours outside walking around Boston, taking in the sights. They stopped to eat at Hard Rock Café, where they got hounded for pictures and autographs. They didn’t really care, though, they were much too happy in each other’s company.
Finally, around 9:30, they rode the T back to the south side of Boston where their hotel was. Once inside the room, Randy crossed over to his stuff where he pulled out John’s deep blue dress. “You ready?”
“I guess I have to be, don’t I?” John took the dress from Randy’s hands and left for the bathroom. Randy could hear cursing from inside the room, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “This isn’t fucking funny, Orton.”
“Oh, but it is, Cena. It’s fucking hilarious.”
“You’re a sick, twisted freak. Dammit, I can’t zip this thing!”
“Hey, you’re the one that agreed to it. It won’t zip? Maybe we should have gotten a couple sizes bigger.”
“I may have agreed, but I wasn’t the one that brought it up. It’s really not gonna get any higher without ripping. Can I just come out now and get it over with?”
“Yeah, come on. I can’t wait.”
John opened the door and walked out. The fabric was pulled taut over John’s muscular body, and it clung to him. Randy looked him up and down, his mouth hanging open. His eyes stopped at John’s waist, where John’s cock was obviously erect. “You happy?” John asked, annoyed.
“Yeah. Gimme a spin.”
John grimaced, but spun around in a circle anyway. The dress billowed out around him, giving Randy a glimpse of his upper legs. “There.”
“Jesus. You look fucking hot.”
“Yeah, sure I do.”
“We should have gotten you heels.”
“No fucking way. Maybe we can get you some when it’s your turn.”
“Maybe,” Randy agreed, not really paying attention to what was actually said. He moved closer to John, he let his hands rest on John’s cloth covered hips as he leaned forward to kiss him.
“You’re turned on by this, aren’t you?” John asked, pulling back from the kiss.
“And you’re not?” Randy replied quickly, taking hold of John through the dress. His hand moved up and down over John’s cock, and John’s head dropped back at the feel of the fabric rubbing along him. Randy kissed him again before pulling him back to the bed. “We’re doing this right tonight. God, I want to fuck you so hard.”
“Yes,” John said, lying down on the mattress.
Randy made John move back so his head was resting on the pillows. “Wait, do you have anything we could use as lube?”
“Uh, no, can’t say that I do. Wait, what about the lotion in the bathroom?”
“Fine.” Randy climbed off of John and retrieved the lotion from the bathroom. He got back on top and captured John’s mouth in a kiss. He felt John’s hands undo his belt and button. Randy’s own hands slid up the side of John’s legs, under the dress. He noticed that John wasn’t wearing anything underneath once he got to the upper thighs.
John had pulled Randy’s jeans down as far as he could, so Randy pulled back from the kiss and removed them himself, along with his shirt. Then Randy leaned back in and began kissing his way up John’s leg and back down the other, skipping over John’s hard cock.
He reached over to the side table, picked up the lotion and said, “How do you think we should…? Should you flip over, or would you rather try this face to face?”
“Like this; I want to be able to see you,” John answered truthfully.
“Me, too. Ok, I think maybe you should put you legs over my shoulders. Or you could just pull your knees into your chest, I guess.”
John lifted his legs up and wrapped them around Randy’s neck. Randy dumped a bunch of the lotion in his hand and rubbed it along his cock. He then slid one finger inside John, who let out a gasp. “That’s… interesting.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” Randy began moving the finger in and out, then added a second. Again, John let out a gasp, the sensation of having something moving inside him was surprising. He felt Randy sliding the fingers around, then scissoring them, trying to widen his hole. “Do it now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Randy added more lotion to his length before pushing himself in. John wasn’t ready for the pain that accompanied the entrance, and he let out a yell. Randy leaned down to kiss him, trying to cover the scream with his mouth. Finally, Randy pulled back and looked down at John’s sweaty face. “Are you ok? Do you want me to stop? I’ll pull out if you want me to.”
“No, it just… it just hurt more than I was expecting. I’m ok. Just let me get used to it, ok?”
“Ok,” Randy said wearily.
“Ok,” John said, taking a deep breath, “go on.”
Randy pulled back slowly, almost pulling all the way out. He then moved his hips back very slowly. He locked his eyes on John’s, and the two smiled. Knowing that John was better now, he began picking up his pace. “You like this?”
“I’m getting used to- Oh, GOD!” John shouted when Randy hit something inside him. Randy stopped, thinking he had hurt him, but then John commanded, “Do that again!”
Randy pushed back in at the same angle, and again, John let out a cry of pleasure. Seeing how this made John feel, Randy kept this angle, hitting that spot with every stroke. John was gripping the sheets and Randy was digging his fingers into John’s shoulders, hard enough to leave marks.
“John, I’m gonna come,” Randy said, sweat dripping off his forehead onto John’s face. John just nodded. Randy came with a cry, pushing deep into John. John, feeling Randy’s seed spill into him was too much, and he began to come, as well, shooting over both their stomachs and getting some on the dress he still had on.
Randy collapsed onto John, who let his legs drop onto the mattress. “Goddamn,” Randy muttered.
“Yeah,” John added with a sigh, pulling Randy in close to him.
“Christ.”
“Yeah,” John agreed.
“Should we shower before going to bed?” Randy asked, snuggling closer to John.”
“Probably. But I really don’t feel like moving.”
“Me either… John?”
“Yeah?”
“I… Well, I think I may… You see, I’m pretty sure… I, uh… love you.”
John smiled wide and wrapped his leg around Randy. “I think I love you, too, Randy.” He gave him a kiss on the cheek, then whispered, “Good night.”
Randy smiled, as well, and turned so that his back was pressed against John, “Good night.”