Finally, I got a John/Randy fic done
John was back in the locker room and immediately fished through his bag, finally finding it. He dialed Randy’s number, and let it ring.
“Hello.”
“You’re a fucking asshole. You told him to do that, didn’t you?”
“Do what, babe?”
“You told Hunter to trip me! You knew that we would be on the desk, and that he would get off before me. But, he was just supposed to flash the title at me and then flounce off. Oh, but you wouldn’t let that happen, would you?”
John could hear the smirk through Randy’s voice as he answered, “Come on, would I really-”
“Yeah, you would. We are so not having phone sex tonight.”
Randy paused a beat, surprised at what John had just said, “You were planning on having phone sex?”
“Well, I would have liked to.”
“You horny devil, you. How many people are staring at you right now?”
John looked around and found that most people, while probably listening to his conversation, weren’t look at him. “None.”
“So, what are you wearing?” Randy asked, his voice lowering.
“Don’t start that with me.”
“Aww, John, don’t be upset. Let’s talk about something better than me telling Hunter to make sure you fell flat on your ass on live TV.”
“I fucking knew it was you!”
“Yeah, I knew you knew as soon as I saw that smirk on your face. You were sitting there thinking, ‘Randy, you’re such a fucking asshole!’ I know it.” Randy scooted back on their bed, adjusting his sling a little. “You know we couldn’t have phone sex, even if we wanted to.”
“What?”
“I mean, I guess I could put the phone on speaker, but it wouldn’t be the same.”
“I could still talk dirty to you; you just wouldn’t be able to jack off to it. Or you could hold the phone with your shoulder.”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’d work out so well. I’d end up with a crick in my neck, and I’d probably drop the phone, since I’d be moving my arm around. I can see it now, you’re telling me what you’d do to me, then I’d be close to coming, and then you would hear the sounds of the phone falling to the floor and me swearing my head off, which would totally kill the mood. I don’t know if all that trouble would be worth it. After all, where’s the fun in being talked dirty to if I can’t even whack off?”
John raised his eyebrow at a couple people as they stared at him when they walked out. “Trying to see if you can actually get off with just me talking to you. There’s the fun in that.”
“Oh, but that sounds like more fun when you’re actually right here with me, whispering into my ear, not saying it from thousands of miles away in the Raw locker room. Shit, I miss you.”
“I miss you, too. It sucks that you’re not here with me. Just remember, I’ll be home for a little while this week, and, well, next week…” John got a dreamy look in his eyes as he thought about the upcoming week.
“Yeah, next week. Can you believe it?” Randy asked, matching look on his face.
“I know. It just means I’m one year closer to that Hummer.”
“Right, you keep telling yourself that.”
“I will.”
The two fell silent for several minutes, neither knowing what to say from there. “John?” Randy finally spoke up.
“Yeah?”
“I’m really looking forward to seeing you again. Oh, and, uh, I’m sorry about that tripping thing…”
“Don’t worry about that, it was all in good fun. And I’m looking forward to seeing you, too.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I guess I’ll see you in a couple days?” Randy asked.
“Yup, in a couple days… Well, umm, bye, then.”
“Bye…”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too. Bye, John.”
“Bye, Randy.”
Yes, I realize this one was wicked short, but there’s just so much I can do when the guys are apart from each other. Do not worry, though, this Tuesday there will be another fic for a special occasion. Hopefully this one will be longer, and filled with smex. And probably some mushy, gooey, lovie-dovieness. Then more smex. I hope.
“Hello.”
“You’re a fucking asshole. You told him to do that, didn’t you?”
“Do what, babe?”
“You told Hunter to trip me! You knew that we would be on the desk, and that he would get off before me. But, he was just supposed to flash the title at me and then flounce off. Oh, but you wouldn’t let that happen, would you?”
John could hear the smirk through Randy’s voice as he answered, “Come on, would I really-”
“Yeah, you would. We are so not having phone sex tonight.”
Randy paused a beat, surprised at what John had just said, “You were planning on having phone sex?”
“Well, I would have liked to.”
“You horny devil, you. How many people are staring at you right now?”
John looked around and found that most people, while probably listening to his conversation, weren’t look at him. “None.”
“So, what are you wearing?” Randy asked, his voice lowering.
“Don’t start that with me.”
“Aww, John, don’t be upset. Let’s talk about something better than me telling Hunter to make sure you fell flat on your ass on live TV.”
“I fucking knew it was you!”
“Yeah, I knew you knew as soon as I saw that smirk on your face. You were sitting there thinking, ‘Randy, you’re such a fucking asshole!’ I know it.” Randy scooted back on their bed, adjusting his sling a little. “You know we couldn’t have phone sex, even if we wanted to.”
“What?”
“I mean, I guess I could put the phone on speaker, but it wouldn’t be the same.”
“I could still talk dirty to you; you just wouldn’t be able to jack off to it. Or you could hold the phone with your shoulder.”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’d work out so well. I’d end up with a crick in my neck, and I’d probably drop the phone, since I’d be moving my arm around. I can see it now, you’re telling me what you’d do to me, then I’d be close to coming, and then you would hear the sounds of the phone falling to the floor and me swearing my head off, which would totally kill the mood. I don’t know if all that trouble would be worth it. After all, where’s the fun in being talked dirty to if I can’t even whack off?”
John raised his eyebrow at a couple people as they stared at him when they walked out. “Trying to see if you can actually get off with just me talking to you. There’s the fun in that.”
“Oh, but that sounds like more fun when you’re actually right here with me, whispering into my ear, not saying it from thousands of miles away in the Raw locker room. Shit, I miss you.”
“I miss you, too. It sucks that you’re not here with me. Just remember, I’ll be home for a little while this week, and, well, next week…” John got a dreamy look in his eyes as he thought about the upcoming week.
“Yeah, next week. Can you believe it?” Randy asked, matching look on his face.
“I know. It just means I’m one year closer to that Hummer.”
“Right, you keep telling yourself that.”
“I will.”
The two fell silent for several minutes, neither knowing what to say from there. “John?” Randy finally spoke up.
“Yeah?”
“I’m really looking forward to seeing you again. Oh, and, uh, I’m sorry about that tripping thing…”
“Don’t worry about that, it was all in good fun. And I’m looking forward to seeing you, too.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I guess I’ll see you in a couple days?” Randy asked.
“Yup, in a couple days… Well, umm, bye, then.”
“Bye…”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too. Bye, John.”
“Bye, Randy.”
Yes, I realize this one was wicked short, but there’s just so much I can do when the guys are apart from each other. Do not worry, though, this Tuesday there will be another fic for a special occasion. Hopefully this one will be longer, and filled with smex. And probably some mushy, gooey, lovie-dovieness. Then more smex. I hope.