Look who's talking to me again!
Sweet, when I was writing this, Randy’s old (and better) theme music started playing. How have I gone this long without listening to it on mah iTunes?
“Christ,” Randy said when his fiancée got home from his doctor appointment and told him the news about his neck, “look at us. We’re beat to shit. I’ve been out for months cuz of this fuckin’ collarbone, now you’ll be out for God knows how long, and we’re supposed to be in the prime of our careers.”
John wrapped his arm around Randy’s waist and walked to their couch and laughed in agreement. “Dude, it’s crazy. Guys our age-”
“Well, guys my age, maybe. I mean, you’re over 30, you’re ancient.”
“Screw you.”
“Could you? Really, do you still have a sex drive at your age?”
John switched on the TV, and sat down, and patted the seat next to him, letting Randy know he could sit next to him. “Yeah, I do. Wanna see?”
Shrugging, the other man slumped into the seat and said hesitantly, “Hmm, well, I would, but I don’t want you to break anything else, so I think I’ll pass this time.”
“Hey, well, at least we have plenty of time to make wedding plans now.”
“Good point.”
“I’ll just do everything you were supposed to do when you were here by yourself.”
Randy turned and stuck his tongue out at John, “You know I’m a lazy ass, I need some motivation to get things done.”
“Isn’t it motivation enough to know that we’re getting married in less than two months?”
“No.” He turned himself back around and snuggled into John’s side, “At least I got a lot of our shit, and lemme tell you, we’ve got a lot of shit, packed up. We’ll be moved outta this place before you know it.”
“Well, that’s good, seeing as we have to be residents to get married there legally. Bullshit, if you ask me, but I don’t really have much say in the matter. But, it will be good to be home again.” He pulled Randy in closer and rested his head on top of the other man’s. “Tell me honestly; are you as excited about going to Mass as I am?”
Randy leaned back and placed kisses on John’s neck and jaw, speaking in between the kisses, “I’m happy to go anywhere, as long as you’re there with me.”
“Jesus, who would ever make you out to be such a sap?”
A genuine smile passed Randy’s lips, “And you eat it right up, so I guess I’m not the only sap in the bunch.”
“That’s true,” John said. “Yup, we’re already like a sappy old married couple.”
“Shit, can you imagine what we’ll be like ten years down the line?”
“At the rate we’re going now, I’ll be in a wheelchair, you’ll have a walker and have to take about 50 pills a day, yet we’ll still be happily in loooooove.”
Randy lay down on the couch with his head in John’s lap, and John sat there, stroking the other man’s head, “What a bright future you have planned for us. We better not be that bad.”
The two watched some TV for a bit, the conversation dwindling down. How It’s Made was on Discovery again, and, since both of them liked the show, they sat through it quietly. Once it was over, Randy turned his face up and spoke, “I’m bored. I just want to get back to fucking wrestling. I’m so over sitting here in the house, packing day after day.”
“At least you have my company now.”
“That’s true, but it’ll be you in a neck brace, thanks to that fucking fantastic surgery you’ll be having. And I still have a while to go before I get back. As much as I like spending time with you, I would like to, ya know, go out and do something.”
“Then let’s get packing. And we’ll leave. Tomorrow.”
“What?” Randy asked, sitting up in surprise.
“Yup, we’ll leave tomorrow. We don’t have much left. We’ll drive up, too. Make a trip out of it. Then, once we get to Mass, I’ll get my surgery done.”
“So that means I’ll be unloading all our shit by myself.”
“Nah, we can get some movers to help. We can get a U-Haul truck, load up the Hu-”
“Oh, no, we are not stuffing boxes in my Hummer. You’ll scratch it up and get it all dirty.”
“It’s an SUV, it’s supposed to be able to handle things like off-roading and all that shit. I think it can manage some boxes. We’ll put all the important stuff, like pictures and the glasses and shit like that in it, ok?”
Randy sat there, glaring at John, trying his hardest to look angry at the man, before finally caving, “Fine.”
“Good. Now, what do we have left that’s still not packed?”
“Basically all the stuff in our room and the kitchen, plus the couch we’re currently sitting on, as well as the TV we’re currently watching. Other than that, I think I got everything. As you can see by the fucking shit load of boxes piled up on that side of the living room.”
John leaned over and kissed Randy, who was not expecting it. He fell backwards on the couch, his head hitting the arm rest, but he didn’t care, not when John’s tongue was toying around with his, sliding around in his mouth, over his teeth, the roof of his mouth, anything it could get to. He hooked a leg around one of John’s, pulling them even closer together. Their matching erections pressed against one another, both were aching to make contact after being apart for as long as they had been.
Pulling away briefly, John told Randy, “Thank you.”
As John moved in to kiss him again, Randy couldn’t help but ask, “Thanks for what?”
“For everything. For packing, for being here with me, for being you.”
“Who’s the sap now?” Randy asked, though he knew the answer. They were both crazy about each other, and though it had taken a long while for them to be able to reach this level of comfort with each other, neither one could now deny that they were both saps around each other. He raised his head up for another kiss, which John happily returned.
“Did you want to bring this to the bedroom?” John asked once he pulled back again.
“I don’t really care. Are you feeling up to it?”
John arched an eyebrow and grabbed Randy’s hand, bringing it to his crotch. “Does it feel like I’m up to it?”
“I meant you’re neck isn’t feeling too bad, is it?”
“No, I feel fine.”
“Famous last words.”
“Come on, I feel fine, you’re feeling good, we haven’t had sex in a while, and I think we’re both more than a little horny.”
Another smile passed over Randy’s face, “Well, I suppose it’s ok.”
“Good. So, here or the bedroom?”
“I say the bedroom, since it’ll probably be the last time we’ll be able to do it there in this house.”
“Good point. But, why don’t we fuck on the couch now, then in the bedroom later? That way we’ll have covered both those spots.”
“True. There’s also the bathroom. We should fuck in the shower at least one more time. And the kitchen. I’d love to be able to bend you over the kitchen table and pound into you one more time.”
“Who says you’ll be doing the pounding, Randy?”
“Just in the kitchen.”
“Ok, but just in the kitchen. Maybe we can take a bath together tonight.”
“Even better than the shower.” Randy paused and scratched his head. “So… how about that bath?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, right now.”
“I can live with that. I’ll fill the tub.” John stood up to start the water. As he turned into the bathroom, he said casually to Randy, “Did I ever tell you that there’s a hot tub at our new place?”
“Noooo.”
“Well, there is.”
Randy came up behind John and ran his hands up under his shirt, lifting it up and over John’s head. “I bet we’ll make good use of it.” He then unbuttoned John’s jean shorts, and then unzipped the fly. He slid the shorts, along with his boxers, down off of John, who stepped out of them so Randy could throw them off to the side.
“I bet we will. Now, I think you’ve got on too much…” His sentence died when he turned around and saw Randy standing there wearing nothing but his birthday suit. “Holy shit, you move fast.”
This time, Randy smirked. “Bath time?”
“Yeah, bath time. Hold on.” John reached into a cupboard where he pulled out a bottle of bubble bath. “We have to make our last time in here a memorable one.” He poured in a generous amount of bubble bath, then set it off to the side. He bent over the tub and slowly swirled his arm around, mixing the bubbles in with the water.
Randy stood behind him, watching the muscles in his back move as his arm moved. When John reached further into the oversized tub, his ass lifted up. He peaked around his shoulder, making eye contact with Randy, and shook his ass, just ever so slightly. “Looks good,” Randy said, talking both about the bath and John.
“Thanks.” John stood up and carefully stepped into the tub. Randy followed soon behind. The former sat down, picked up a handful of bubbles and clapped his hands together, sending bubbles all over the place. Randy sunk down on the opposite side, and the men let their legs tangle together in the center. Who would be the first to move, to lessen the distance between them? John. He crawled over towards Randy, his hands and knees splashing the water around as he made his way closer to the man. He finally reached his destination, his face was inches away from Randy’s, they were chest to chest, and their erections were once again pressed against each other, only this time, there was no cloth keeping them apart.
John initiated the kiss, he let his tongue dance with Randy’s, let his hands roam everywhere, above and under the surface of the water. Finally, he couldn’t help himself; he took a handful of bubbles once again, and brought it down on Randy’s head.
Randy pushed John back and smirked at him. “It’s amazing, you know.”
“What is?”
“That you can go from acting like a grumpy, achy old man to a five year old.”
John laughed, “Life wouldn’t be fun if I couldn’t.”
“You have a point.” So, this time Randy took his own handful of bubbles and covered John in them. Both of them started laughing, “I see what you mean. Now, where were we?”
“Well,” John said, getting up on his knees, “I think we were about to fuck in the tub.” He reached around and slid one finger inside himself.
Randy sat back, again just watching John. He was fascinated with the way his muscles would move, he watched things he had never paid attention to much before, like the way John’s chest would tighten as his fingers moved in and out.
When John had widened himself sufficiently, he walked to Randy on his knees and aligned himself with Randy’s cock. He lowered himself down slowly, taking in all of Randy.
He felt the tight heat envelop his dick; he moaned out loud when John had taken him all in. Since this would be their last time in this bath tub, he wanted to make it last, but it had been so long since either had been with each other, he didn’t know if he would be able to hold out, to take it slow.
John had the same thoughts running through his head. “I don’t know how the fuck I lasted this long without you.”
“I know, but I bet you put that vibrator I gave you to good use.”
He had been riding Randy’s dick, raising himself up and down as Randy’s own hips lifted to meet his motions. At that comment, though, he stopped. A flush creeped up his face, and that’s how Randy knew he had actually used it. “I, well, I…”
“Nothin’ to be embarrassed about, man. At least until I start spreading rumours about it on your website there.”
“You wouldn’t,” John said, still not moving.
“Don’t put it past me. If you don’t start moving right now, I will.”
That got John moving once again, but he wasn’t as into it as he was. Randy grabbed the back of John’s head and kissed him some more. He pulled back, telling John, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything about it. Now, come on, you’ve got my dick up your ass in a bathtub brimming with bubbles. Can we get this moving along? Forget my comment if you must.”
The blush began to fade, and John started to move faster. He grabbed his own cock, stroking it as Randy watched. “You like that, Randy? You like watching me touch myself?”
“I like watching you do anything,” Randy answered truthfully, thrusting his hips up as John sunk down.
“I’m getting close,” John whispered into his lover’s ear before licking around the shell and biting the lobe.
They continued to stroke and thrust until both men tensed, ready to come. “Fuuuuck,” Randy cried out, as he shot into John’s tight ass. John cried out to match his, his cum getting lost in the bubbles. After they finished, both stood up and drained the water. Randy fetched towels for the both of them and wrapped his around his waist after dabbing his chest off.
“I’ll miss that tub,” John said as Randy nodded his agreement.
“It was a good tub. We’ll have to put in a bigger one in our new place.”
“But we’ll have the hot tub.”
“Good point. Doesn’t mean we still can’t have a big tub.”
“Another good point.” John wrapped the towel around himself, then began to walk out the door into the living room. Upon sitting on the couch, he looked over to Randy and said, “Oh, did I tell you it has a pool?”
“Christ,” Randy said when his fiancée got home from his doctor appointment and told him the news about his neck, “look at us. We’re beat to shit. I’ve been out for months cuz of this fuckin’ collarbone, now you’ll be out for God knows how long, and we’re supposed to be in the prime of our careers.”
John wrapped his arm around Randy’s waist and walked to their couch and laughed in agreement. “Dude, it’s crazy. Guys our age-”
“Well, guys my age, maybe. I mean, you’re over 30, you’re ancient.”
“Screw you.”
“Could you? Really, do you still have a sex drive at your age?”
John switched on the TV, and sat down, and patted the seat next to him, letting Randy know he could sit next to him. “Yeah, I do. Wanna see?”
Shrugging, the other man slumped into the seat and said hesitantly, “Hmm, well, I would, but I don’t want you to break anything else, so I think I’ll pass this time.”
“Hey, well, at least we have plenty of time to make wedding plans now.”
“Good point.”
“I’ll just do everything you were supposed to do when you were here by yourself.”
Randy turned and stuck his tongue out at John, “You know I’m a lazy ass, I need some motivation to get things done.”
“Isn’t it motivation enough to know that we’re getting married in less than two months?”
“No.” He turned himself back around and snuggled into John’s side, “At least I got a lot of our shit, and lemme tell you, we’ve got a lot of shit, packed up. We’ll be moved outta this place before you know it.”
“Well, that’s good, seeing as we have to be residents to get married there legally. Bullshit, if you ask me, but I don’t really have much say in the matter. But, it will be good to be home again.” He pulled Randy in closer and rested his head on top of the other man’s. “Tell me honestly; are you as excited about going to Mass as I am?”
Randy leaned back and placed kisses on John’s neck and jaw, speaking in between the kisses, “I’m happy to go anywhere, as long as you’re there with me.”
“Jesus, who would ever make you out to be such a sap?”
A genuine smile passed Randy’s lips, “And you eat it right up, so I guess I’m not the only sap in the bunch.”
“That’s true,” John said. “Yup, we’re already like a sappy old married couple.”
“Shit, can you imagine what we’ll be like ten years down the line?”
“At the rate we’re going now, I’ll be in a wheelchair, you’ll have a walker and have to take about 50 pills a day, yet we’ll still be happily in loooooove.”
Randy lay down on the couch with his head in John’s lap, and John sat there, stroking the other man’s head, “What a bright future you have planned for us. We better not be that bad.”
The two watched some TV for a bit, the conversation dwindling down. How It’s Made was on Discovery again, and, since both of them liked the show, they sat through it quietly. Once it was over, Randy turned his face up and spoke, “I’m bored. I just want to get back to fucking wrestling. I’m so over sitting here in the house, packing day after day.”
“At least you have my company now.”
“That’s true, but it’ll be you in a neck brace, thanks to that fucking fantastic surgery you’ll be having. And I still have a while to go before I get back. As much as I like spending time with you, I would like to, ya know, go out and do something.”
“Then let’s get packing. And we’ll leave. Tomorrow.”
“What?” Randy asked, sitting up in surprise.
“Yup, we’ll leave tomorrow. We don’t have much left. We’ll drive up, too. Make a trip out of it. Then, once we get to Mass, I’ll get my surgery done.”
“So that means I’ll be unloading all our shit by myself.”
“Nah, we can get some movers to help. We can get a U-Haul truck, load up the Hu-”
“Oh, no, we are not stuffing boxes in my Hummer. You’ll scratch it up and get it all dirty.”
“It’s an SUV, it’s supposed to be able to handle things like off-roading and all that shit. I think it can manage some boxes. We’ll put all the important stuff, like pictures and the glasses and shit like that in it, ok?”
Randy sat there, glaring at John, trying his hardest to look angry at the man, before finally caving, “Fine.”
“Good. Now, what do we have left that’s still not packed?”
“Basically all the stuff in our room and the kitchen, plus the couch we’re currently sitting on, as well as the TV we’re currently watching. Other than that, I think I got everything. As you can see by the fucking shit load of boxes piled up on that side of the living room.”
John leaned over and kissed Randy, who was not expecting it. He fell backwards on the couch, his head hitting the arm rest, but he didn’t care, not when John’s tongue was toying around with his, sliding around in his mouth, over his teeth, the roof of his mouth, anything it could get to. He hooked a leg around one of John’s, pulling them even closer together. Their matching erections pressed against one another, both were aching to make contact after being apart for as long as they had been.
Pulling away briefly, John told Randy, “Thank you.”
As John moved in to kiss him again, Randy couldn’t help but ask, “Thanks for what?”
“For everything. For packing, for being here with me, for being you.”
“Who’s the sap now?” Randy asked, though he knew the answer. They were both crazy about each other, and though it had taken a long while for them to be able to reach this level of comfort with each other, neither one could now deny that they were both saps around each other. He raised his head up for another kiss, which John happily returned.
“Did you want to bring this to the bedroom?” John asked once he pulled back again.
“I don’t really care. Are you feeling up to it?”
John arched an eyebrow and grabbed Randy’s hand, bringing it to his crotch. “Does it feel like I’m up to it?”
“I meant you’re neck isn’t feeling too bad, is it?”
“No, I feel fine.”
“Famous last words.”
“Come on, I feel fine, you’re feeling good, we haven’t had sex in a while, and I think we’re both more than a little horny.”
Another smile passed over Randy’s face, “Well, I suppose it’s ok.”
“Good. So, here or the bedroom?”
“I say the bedroom, since it’ll probably be the last time we’ll be able to do it there in this house.”
“Good point. But, why don’t we fuck on the couch now, then in the bedroom later? That way we’ll have covered both those spots.”
“True. There’s also the bathroom. We should fuck in the shower at least one more time. And the kitchen. I’d love to be able to bend you over the kitchen table and pound into you one more time.”
“Who says you’ll be doing the pounding, Randy?”
“Just in the kitchen.”
“Ok, but just in the kitchen. Maybe we can take a bath together tonight.”
“Even better than the shower.” Randy paused and scratched his head. “So… how about that bath?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, right now.”
“I can live with that. I’ll fill the tub.” John stood up to start the water. As he turned into the bathroom, he said casually to Randy, “Did I ever tell you that there’s a hot tub at our new place?”
“Noooo.”
“Well, there is.”
Randy came up behind John and ran his hands up under his shirt, lifting it up and over John’s head. “I bet we’ll make good use of it.” He then unbuttoned John’s jean shorts, and then unzipped the fly. He slid the shorts, along with his boxers, down off of John, who stepped out of them so Randy could throw them off to the side.
“I bet we will. Now, I think you’ve got on too much…” His sentence died when he turned around and saw Randy standing there wearing nothing but his birthday suit. “Holy shit, you move fast.”
This time, Randy smirked. “Bath time?”
“Yeah, bath time. Hold on.” John reached into a cupboard where he pulled out a bottle of bubble bath. “We have to make our last time in here a memorable one.” He poured in a generous amount of bubble bath, then set it off to the side. He bent over the tub and slowly swirled his arm around, mixing the bubbles in with the water.
Randy stood behind him, watching the muscles in his back move as his arm moved. When John reached further into the oversized tub, his ass lifted up. He peaked around his shoulder, making eye contact with Randy, and shook his ass, just ever so slightly. “Looks good,” Randy said, talking both about the bath and John.
“Thanks.” John stood up and carefully stepped into the tub. Randy followed soon behind. The former sat down, picked up a handful of bubbles and clapped his hands together, sending bubbles all over the place. Randy sunk down on the opposite side, and the men let their legs tangle together in the center. Who would be the first to move, to lessen the distance between them? John. He crawled over towards Randy, his hands and knees splashing the water around as he made his way closer to the man. He finally reached his destination, his face was inches away from Randy’s, they were chest to chest, and their erections were once again pressed against each other, only this time, there was no cloth keeping them apart.
John initiated the kiss, he let his tongue dance with Randy’s, let his hands roam everywhere, above and under the surface of the water. Finally, he couldn’t help himself; he took a handful of bubbles once again, and brought it down on Randy’s head.
Randy pushed John back and smirked at him. “It’s amazing, you know.”
“What is?”
“That you can go from acting like a grumpy, achy old man to a five year old.”
John laughed, “Life wouldn’t be fun if I couldn’t.”
“You have a point.” So, this time Randy took his own handful of bubbles and covered John in them. Both of them started laughing, “I see what you mean. Now, where were we?”
“Well,” John said, getting up on his knees, “I think we were about to fuck in the tub.” He reached around and slid one finger inside himself.
Randy sat back, again just watching John. He was fascinated with the way his muscles would move, he watched things he had never paid attention to much before, like the way John’s chest would tighten as his fingers moved in and out.
When John had widened himself sufficiently, he walked to Randy on his knees and aligned himself with Randy’s cock. He lowered himself down slowly, taking in all of Randy.
He felt the tight heat envelop his dick; he moaned out loud when John had taken him all in. Since this would be their last time in this bath tub, he wanted to make it last, but it had been so long since either had been with each other, he didn’t know if he would be able to hold out, to take it slow.
John had the same thoughts running through his head. “I don’t know how the fuck I lasted this long without you.”
“I know, but I bet you put that vibrator I gave you to good use.”
He had been riding Randy’s dick, raising himself up and down as Randy’s own hips lifted to meet his motions. At that comment, though, he stopped. A flush creeped up his face, and that’s how Randy knew he had actually used it. “I, well, I…”
“Nothin’ to be embarrassed about, man. At least until I start spreading rumours about it on your website there.”
“You wouldn’t,” John said, still not moving.
“Don’t put it past me. If you don’t start moving right now, I will.”
That got John moving once again, but he wasn’t as into it as he was. Randy grabbed the back of John’s head and kissed him some more. He pulled back, telling John, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything about it. Now, come on, you’ve got my dick up your ass in a bathtub brimming with bubbles. Can we get this moving along? Forget my comment if you must.”
The blush began to fade, and John started to move faster. He grabbed his own cock, stroking it as Randy watched. “You like that, Randy? You like watching me touch myself?”
“I like watching you do anything,” Randy answered truthfully, thrusting his hips up as John sunk down.
“I’m getting close,” John whispered into his lover’s ear before licking around the shell and biting the lobe.
They continued to stroke and thrust until both men tensed, ready to come. “Fuuuuck,” Randy cried out, as he shot into John’s tight ass. John cried out to match his, his cum getting lost in the bubbles. After they finished, both stood up and drained the water. Randy fetched towels for the both of them and wrapped his around his waist after dabbing his chest off.
“I’ll miss that tub,” John said as Randy nodded his agreement.
“It was a good tub. We’ll have to put in a bigger one in our new place.”
“But we’ll have the hot tub.”
“Good point. Doesn’t mean we still can’t have a big tub.”
“Another good point.” John wrapped the towel around himself, then began to walk out the door into the living room. Upon sitting on the couch, he looked over to Randy and said, “Oh, did I tell you it has a pool?”