I told you I'd have one up Tuesday
I was so worried I wouldn't be able to finish this today, since we had this massive storm earlier, but it just came and went like that. IT was pretty crazy. So, here's the fic, yessah.
Randy was waiting anxiously for John to get back home. He tried reading, browsing the internet, watching TV, but nothing worked, he always ended up pacing in front of their front door. Finally, he heard the sound of John’s car pulling into the driveway. He opened the door when he saw that John had his hands full.
John smiled at Randy, and then dropped his stuff to the ground as Randy pulled him into a hug and a kiss. John kicked the door shut and leaned into the kiss.
“So, where are my presents?” Randy asked once he released the embrace.
“You’re too fuckin’ much, Randy. Isn’t seeing me enough of a present for you?”
“No.”
“How on earth have I been able to put up with your shit for six fuckin’ years?” John asked jokingly, his eyes locked onto Randy’s.
“I think I can ask the same thing.”
John leaned in for another kiss, “Happy anniversary, Randy.”
“Happy anniversary, John. So, how about them presents?”
“Who ever said I was getting you a present?”
“Fine, then, I guess you’re not getting your present…”
“Oh, really? You got me something? What?”
“Not gonna tell ya. Nope.”
John pouted, “Pwetty pwease? Even if I tell you I did actually get you a present?”
“Hmm, well, I suppose you can have it. But you have to give me mine first.” John nodded, and then Randy walked over to the couch where he had left the gift box.
“Here, baby,” John said as he handed a package to Randy.
He opened it, leaving the card for later. Inside the packaging, he found a six pack of socks. “You got me socks?”
“There’s more. Here.” John handed him a second package.
This time when Randy opened it, “Underwear. How thoughtful of you.”
“You forgot something.” Randy cocked an eyebrow, so John answered, “The card.”
“Right.” He found the card stuck to the front of the first gift, so he stuck his finger inside the envelope and tore it open. On the front, there was a picture of a light brown house with green shutters, a two car garage and trees surrounding it. “John, this is…” Randy trailed off.
“Just open the damn card.”
So he did. On the inside was written, “Dear Randy, I’m not gonna get too sappy on you, but I do need to say that I am truly thankful for all the wonderful times we’ve had together. These past six years have been the best years of my life, and we’ve only just begun. I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you, married, in that house. At least until we get too old and move back down here to some retirement home. I love you. Love, John.”
“So, the house?” Randy asked, smiling from reading the card.
“It’s ours. Officially ours. Well, you still have to sign a ton of shit on it, but we’ll make it official soon. Just like us, in September.”
“I can’t believe we’re actually moving. We’ve been in this same house for 4 years now; it’ll sure be different.”
“You’ve never actually lived up north, have you? You’re gonna love the winters. And the spring, which can sometimes feel like winter, same goes for the fall. But, then, winter can feel like spring, and summer, well, it’s just fucking hot. Well, not so much hot as humid.”
“John,” Randy interjected, “I get it. It’s not like I’ve never been there.” Randy slid the card between his thumb and the box he was holding, grabbed John’s hand and began walking them to their bedroom. “I’ll suffer through it, if you’re there, though.”
“Good. Now, what did you get me?” John asked as he sat on the bed.
Randy had sat down next to him, hands still clasped, but he had to let go so he could grab John’s gift. “There ya go.”
John opened it and inside the wrapping he saw a miniature Hummer, same as Randy’s. John grinned and kissed Randy’s cheek, “And it came four years earlier than I thought it would! Thank you, Randy.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“Anything else?”
“Nope, that’s it.”
“Oh, well… Ok, then.”
“What, you’re not gonna try and push for more stuff? Even though you know there’s more?”
“I knew you’d give it to me no matter what I said, so I figured why bother?” John answered, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head to the side. “So, what else didja get?”
“I got us a honeymoon. I know you told me ages ago you wanted to go back to Barbados ever since you went as a kid, so I,” Randy said, standing up, only to sit back down, straddling John’s legs, “booked us a week long stay in a gorgeous beach resort. We can go on the beach, I can finally try scuba diving, apparently we can snorkel with sea turtles. And I guess we can visit some place George Washington stayed at when he got smallpox, or measles, or gonorrhea, or whatever the hell it was he picked up when he was there.”
John’s eyes had lit up, and Randy saw that he was excited. “I can’t believe it. You actually remembered I told you that?”
“Well, yeah.”
“God, I love you.”
John lay back on the bed with Randy on top of him. They began kissing, tongues clashing and twisting together. Randy pulled back and said, “Let’s move back, or something, and let me lay down, or something, so I’m not putting all my weight on my good arm.”
So, John and Randy scooted over to the middle of the bed, and John rolled them over so that Randy was now underneath him. Randy reached up and ran his hand down the side of John’s face. John slid a hand up Randy’s shirt and trailed it over Randy’s abs. He used his other hand to pull his t-shirt over his head. As John started work on Randy’s pants, the other man began playing with John’s nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers.
John soon had both his own and Randy’s pants removed and on the floor somewhere. “Let me just grab…” He trailed off as he reached over to their bedside table where their new bottle of self-heating lube was located.
“Mmm, this round one?” Randy asked.
John smirked as he inserted a slicked up finger inside Randy, “Yeah, how many rounds you planning on going?”
“How many rounds with me do you think you can handle?” Randy challenged, raising an eyebrow.
John slid a second finger inside and curled them against Randy’s prostate, causing Randy to buck his hips up. “Several.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
After he was sure Randy was fully prepped, John slid his fingers out and spread some lube on his cock. “You ready for me?” he asked, resting the head of his cock at Randy’s entrance.
“Always,” Randy replied, pushing his hips forward, taking a little of John inside him. John pressed his own hips forward, sheathing himself completely in Randy. “You always feel so good inside me.”
“I love being inside you,” John emphasized with a thrust. He continued his motions, changing the angles of his thrusts every now and then to stroke against Randy’s prostate.
Randy squeezed his hole around John’s cock, and John didn’t move, still pressed against Randy’s prostate. Randy’s head was thrown back, leaving his neck exposed, so John leaned down and began to lick and nip at it.
Randy’s hand went behind John’s head, holding him there. Randy’s hips moved, fucking himself on John as the other man focused on his neck.
“Topping from the bottom, there?” John asked into Randy’s neck.
“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to if you topped properly. Now you better fucking move.”
“Sorry, I got a little… distracted.”
“I’ve been known to have the effect on people.”
John began moving his hips again, fucking Randy at a faster pace than he was previously. This time, he took hold of Randy’s cock, with Randy’s hand on top of his, and together they pumped him.
“I’m so close,” John said.
“Same here.”
Another thrust against Randy’s prostate, another, another, all brought Randy even closer. Finally, when John leaned down and kissed him full on the mouth, he shot all over John and himself, and his lover came inside him.
John pulled his spent cock out and rolled over next to Randy. He turned his head to the side and faced him, “That was good.”
“Yeah, I guess. But, I think someone needs a lesson in how to top properly.”
“Oh, yeah?” John rolled onto his hands and knees, “Well, I wonder who can teach me?”
Randy grinned and positioned himself on his knees behind him. “I can think of someone.”
Randy was waiting anxiously for John to get back home. He tried reading, browsing the internet, watching TV, but nothing worked, he always ended up pacing in front of their front door. Finally, he heard the sound of John’s car pulling into the driveway. He opened the door when he saw that John had his hands full.
John smiled at Randy, and then dropped his stuff to the ground as Randy pulled him into a hug and a kiss. John kicked the door shut and leaned into the kiss.
“So, where are my presents?” Randy asked once he released the embrace.
“You’re too fuckin’ much, Randy. Isn’t seeing me enough of a present for you?”
“No.”
“How on earth have I been able to put up with your shit for six fuckin’ years?” John asked jokingly, his eyes locked onto Randy’s.
“I think I can ask the same thing.”
John leaned in for another kiss, “Happy anniversary, Randy.”
“Happy anniversary, John. So, how about them presents?”
“Who ever said I was getting you a present?”
“Fine, then, I guess you’re not getting your present…”
“Oh, really? You got me something? What?”
“Not gonna tell ya. Nope.”
John pouted, “Pwetty pwease? Even if I tell you I did actually get you a present?”
“Hmm, well, I suppose you can have it. But you have to give me mine first.” John nodded, and then Randy walked over to the couch where he had left the gift box.
“Here, baby,” John said as he handed a package to Randy.
He opened it, leaving the card for later. Inside the packaging, he found a six pack of socks. “You got me socks?”
“There’s more. Here.” John handed him a second package.
This time when Randy opened it, “Underwear. How thoughtful of you.”
“You forgot something.” Randy cocked an eyebrow, so John answered, “The card.”
“Right.” He found the card stuck to the front of the first gift, so he stuck his finger inside the envelope and tore it open. On the front, there was a picture of a light brown house with green shutters, a two car garage and trees surrounding it. “John, this is…” Randy trailed off.
“Just open the damn card.”
So he did. On the inside was written, “Dear Randy, I’m not gonna get too sappy on you, but I do need to say that I am truly thankful for all the wonderful times we’ve had together. These past six years have been the best years of my life, and we’ve only just begun. I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you, married, in that house. At least until we get too old and move back down here to some retirement home. I love you. Love, John.”
“So, the house?” Randy asked, smiling from reading the card.
“It’s ours. Officially ours. Well, you still have to sign a ton of shit on it, but we’ll make it official soon. Just like us, in September.”
“I can’t believe we’re actually moving. We’ve been in this same house for 4 years now; it’ll sure be different.”
“You’ve never actually lived up north, have you? You’re gonna love the winters. And the spring, which can sometimes feel like winter, same goes for the fall. But, then, winter can feel like spring, and summer, well, it’s just fucking hot. Well, not so much hot as humid.”
“John,” Randy interjected, “I get it. It’s not like I’ve never been there.” Randy slid the card between his thumb and the box he was holding, grabbed John’s hand and began walking them to their bedroom. “I’ll suffer through it, if you’re there, though.”
“Good. Now, what did you get me?” John asked as he sat on the bed.
Randy had sat down next to him, hands still clasped, but he had to let go so he could grab John’s gift. “There ya go.”
John opened it and inside the wrapping he saw a miniature Hummer, same as Randy’s. John grinned and kissed Randy’s cheek, “And it came four years earlier than I thought it would! Thank you, Randy.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“Anything else?”
“Nope, that’s it.”
“Oh, well… Ok, then.”
“What, you’re not gonna try and push for more stuff? Even though you know there’s more?”
“I knew you’d give it to me no matter what I said, so I figured why bother?” John answered, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head to the side. “So, what else didja get?”
“I got us a honeymoon. I know you told me ages ago you wanted to go back to Barbados ever since you went as a kid, so I,” Randy said, standing up, only to sit back down, straddling John’s legs, “booked us a week long stay in a gorgeous beach resort. We can go on the beach, I can finally try scuba diving, apparently we can snorkel with sea turtles. And I guess we can visit some place George Washington stayed at when he got smallpox, or measles, or gonorrhea, or whatever the hell it was he picked up when he was there.”
John’s eyes had lit up, and Randy saw that he was excited. “I can’t believe it. You actually remembered I told you that?”
“Well, yeah.”
“God, I love you.”
John lay back on the bed with Randy on top of him. They began kissing, tongues clashing and twisting together. Randy pulled back and said, “Let’s move back, or something, and let me lay down, or something, so I’m not putting all my weight on my good arm.”
So, John and Randy scooted over to the middle of the bed, and John rolled them over so that Randy was now underneath him. Randy reached up and ran his hand down the side of John’s face. John slid a hand up Randy’s shirt and trailed it over Randy’s abs. He used his other hand to pull his t-shirt over his head. As John started work on Randy’s pants, the other man began playing with John’s nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers.
John soon had both his own and Randy’s pants removed and on the floor somewhere. “Let me just grab…” He trailed off as he reached over to their bedside table where their new bottle of self-heating lube was located.
“Mmm, this round one?” Randy asked.
John smirked as he inserted a slicked up finger inside Randy, “Yeah, how many rounds you planning on going?”
“How many rounds with me do you think you can handle?” Randy challenged, raising an eyebrow.
John slid a second finger inside and curled them against Randy’s prostate, causing Randy to buck his hips up. “Several.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
After he was sure Randy was fully prepped, John slid his fingers out and spread some lube on his cock. “You ready for me?” he asked, resting the head of his cock at Randy’s entrance.
“Always,” Randy replied, pushing his hips forward, taking a little of John inside him. John pressed his own hips forward, sheathing himself completely in Randy. “You always feel so good inside me.”
“I love being inside you,” John emphasized with a thrust. He continued his motions, changing the angles of his thrusts every now and then to stroke against Randy’s prostate.
Randy squeezed his hole around John’s cock, and John didn’t move, still pressed against Randy’s prostate. Randy’s head was thrown back, leaving his neck exposed, so John leaned down and began to lick and nip at it.
Randy’s hand went behind John’s head, holding him there. Randy’s hips moved, fucking himself on John as the other man focused on his neck.
“Topping from the bottom, there?” John asked into Randy’s neck.
“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to if you topped properly. Now you better fucking move.”
“Sorry, I got a little… distracted.”
“I’ve been known to have the effect on people.”
John began moving his hips again, fucking Randy at a faster pace than he was previously. This time, he took hold of Randy’s cock, with Randy’s hand on top of his, and together they pumped him.
“I’m so close,” John said.
“Same here.”
Another thrust against Randy’s prostate, another, another, all brought Randy even closer. Finally, when John leaned down and kissed him full on the mouth, he shot all over John and himself, and his lover came inside him.
John pulled his spent cock out and rolled over next to Randy. He turned his head to the side and faced him, “That was good.”
“Yeah, I guess. But, I think someone needs a lesson in how to top properly.”
“Oh, yeah?” John rolled onto his hands and knees, “Well, I wonder who can teach me?”
Randy grinned and positioned himself on his knees behind him. “I can think of someone.”