Alrighty, guys and gals, I have honeymoon fic

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“There’s gotta be a better way to get over here,” Randy said, finally able to get off the plane in New Zealand. “Standing up and walking around in an aisle on a plane to stretch the legs doesn’t cut it.”

“We could have swum it,” John suggested.

“Can’t you picture the headlines? John Cena and Randy Orton attempt to swim from Mass to Auckland but end up eaten by sharks in the Bermuda Triangle after a narrow escape from a rogue ghost pirate ship lost for centuries.”

“You’re so melodramatic. There are no ghost ships in the Bermuda Triangle. There are pockets of gasses that bubble up from the sea floor, making everything on top of it sink, with no hopes of being saved.”

“Well, aren’t you a wealth of knowledge? Now, what do you say we get our luggage, then hop in the car and head over to the B&B and get the honeymoon started right?”

John tilted his head back, as if he was actually contemplating a better set of options. “I suppose we can. Unless you want to skip that whole consummating the marriage bit and fly right out to the Lord of the Ring locations.”

“If I have to get on another goddamn plane within the next week, I will throw a tantrum the likes of which this country has never seen.”

John held his hands up in a sign of defeat. “You could have just said no. Or, ya know, called me a nut job. Now let’s see if the luggage is there yet.”

As they walked, Randy pointed out, “That was my first plane ride while married.”

“Shit.”

A smirk worked its way up Randy’s face, as he continued, “This is my first time out of the country while married. This is my first time in the southern hemisphere while married. This is also my first time in the eastern hemisphere while married. I have to pee. So that’ll be my first time taking a leak in the southern and eastern hemispheres while married.”

“Don’t you ever get sick of listening to yourself talk?” John asked.

“Not when I know I’m annoying you.”

“Wonderful.”

After Randy used the facilities, they found their way over to the luggage pick up area and saw two bags circling around, neither of them theirs. “Oh, Johnny, it’s our first time waiting for our luggage at an airport while married.”

“Oh, wow, what an important day in the annals of time,” John said, sick of this already, and who knew how many times Randy would use it over the course of the trip.

“It is. Think of all the firsts that have happened just today. Our first time crossing the International Date Line as a married couple, for example. And you’ve yet to take a piss in the southern and-”

“Dude, I get it. Firsts as a married couple. Hey, look,” he pointed to their bag dropping off, “there’s one. Why don’t you stay here, watch my carry on, and I’ll get the bags.”

Randy watched as John walked off, impressed with himself for getting the other man to leave for five seconds to himself after only being in the country for less than ten minutes. Then again, he could say five, since John didn’t want to join him in the bathroom. Five sounded more impressive.

“Yo, you in deep thought there?” John asked, rolling their bags behind him.

“Of course. It’s my natural state of being.” John snorted and Randy feigned a hurt look. “Ass.”

“Just remember, as much as I try, I’ll never be as big of an ass as you are naturally.”

“Aww, thanks, babe,” Randy said as he leaned in and gave John a quick kiss. He then took his bag from John and together they found their way to the main doors of the airport.

“So, there’s a car waiting?” John asked as they walked out. His eyes fell upon a white luxury car parked in front of them and he turned his head slightly to eye Randy. “Is it that one by any chance?”

Randy smiled and pat John on the back, “That’s the one. At least, it should be. I thought a nice car would be good, a full blown limo might have been too much, even for your extravagant tastes.”

John rolled his eyes, “Right… C’mon let’s go.”

The two slid into their seats while the driver stuck their bags in the trunk. Randy sandwiched John in between himself and the car wall, wrapping an arm around him. He bent his head forward slightly, whispering into John’s ear, “You excited yet?” He brought his other arm in front of him and grabbed onto John’s dick through his shorts. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Considering we haven’t touched each other in, oh, two weeks, I think it’s understandable, don’t you? Besides, we’re in New Zealand on our honeymoon, of course I’m excited.”

Randy ran his hand over him, the touch light, especially through the fabric. Still, the contact was more than John had felt in weeks.

They felt the car start to move, and Randy kept on touching him. John brought his hand down to cover Randy’s, but he bat it away. “No touchy, this is all for you.”

The arm Randy had around John’s shoulder moved, and now the hand was running up and down the back of John’s neck. John let his eyes fall shut to enjoy the multiple sensations. He was not expecting Randy to actually put his mouth to good use. But, he wasn’t one to object to his husband kissing, licking and nibbling on his neck, his jaw, his ear.

John tilted his head to the side, giving Randy access to the entire side of his neck. And Randy, being Randy, took full advantage. He worked his hand away from John’s crotch, up under his t-shirt.

John moved his own arm behind Randy’s back, rubbing his hand in circles over the t-shirt.

And then, just as suddenly as he started, Randy pulled back from John all together, sliding over to the other side of the car and staring out the window.

“What the…?” a confused John asked.

“We really should admire the view,” Randy replied, resting his head on his hand. “It’s beautiful. Besides, we’re not that far from the place we’re staying. So, sit back and appreciate.”

So he did, John sat back in his seat and looked out his window, they were on the outskirts of the heart of the city. The people, the towering buildings; it was a scene John was used to. When he looked to Randy’s side, he could see the glistening of the sun off the surface of the water, as well as the same sun beaming down onto Randy’s face, illuminating him in an almost angelic light. He didn’t care if he was being sappy; the only thought running through his head at that moment was how beautiful his Randy looked. He unbuckled and slid himself over next to Randy, leaning his head against his shoulder, keeping his view out the window. Randy glanced down quickly and smiled before returning his gaze out the window, himself.

They stayed like that until, several minutes later, they saw they were pulling into the parking lot at their B&B. Randy turned to face John, who now sat up, “I should probably go check in if we actually want a room.”

“Yeah, yeah, go on.”

Randy came back out a couple minutes later holding their room keys in his hand. They drove around to the spot in front of their room and unloaded their luggage from the trunk. Randy gave the driver a tip before the man drove off, leaving them alone, finally, on their honeymoon.

“You ready to go into our first bed and breakfast while married?”

John started walking to the door, “Yeah. But, more than anything, I think you know what I’m ready to do for the first time while married.”

Randy nodded knowingly, letting go of the luggage to unlock the door to their suite. “You have to take a piss. I told you, you should have gone at the airport.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it. I’ll take a piss and then we’ll just chill here for the next two weeks, not doing anything besides watching TV. Wow,” John paused, looking around their room. “Well, this place is very nice.” He followed Randy in the door, rolling the luggage behind him. “I’m shocked you were actually able to find such a nice place.”

“There’s no need to be an ass the second we walk in the door. We should do it at least once before we start acting like complete asses to each other.”

“Well, your logic makes sense. C’mon, let’s drop all this shit off in the bedroom and get around to doing it, that way we can act like our normal selves after.” Randy laughed, then grabbed his bags and continued on to the bedroom. John followed close behind, dropping his stuff down once they were in the room. “What in the fucking hell, dude? Rose petals on the bed?” He squatted down and opened up one of their bags and fished around for the tube of lube he had thrown in there when he packed.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to see your reaction, being the big sap you are.”

“The sap that I am?” John looked up, holding the tube in his hand. “Right, and you’re a whole lot better.” He stood up and closed the gap between them, throwing his arms over Randy’s shoulders and pressing their groins together. “Don’t forget that you were the one that got this whole thing in motion with your little birthday present to me.”

Randy picked John up and swung him around, dropping him down on the bed and falling on top of him, “Yeah, ok, so maybe I’m a bit of a sap. But, hey, at least they smell nice.”

John snorted, “My God, man, you are something else.”

“And that’s why you love me,” Randy said before sticking his tongue out at him.

“That whole not being asses to each other didn’t work out so well, did it?” John asked as he scooted up the bed so his head was now resting on the pillow. He placed the tube on top of the drawers right next to him for easy access later on.

“No, it didn’t. I guess we just can’t help ourselves.” He crawled up to meet John, and once again they found themselves face to face. He leaned down and kissed him. It was a light touch; he wanted their first time as a married couple (even in his head he couldn’t help but say it) to be one for the memory books.

John wrapped his arms around Randy’s neck and smiled up at him. The smile was returned, and he kissed him once again. It was another quick peck on the lips, but it was followed by several more. Finally, when Randy went in for a kiss, he let it linger. His hands held onto the side of John’s face, his thumbs stroking over his cheeks. John unclasped his hands and let them slide to hold onto Randy’s shoulders.

Randy pulled back and grinned. He kneeled up, keeping eye contact with John. He then ran his hands down John’s face and chest before letting them slide up his legs to the hem of his own shirt. With one hand, he lifted it just enough for John to get a glimpse at his abs. He then starting using both hands, working his shirt up, inch by inch, then dropping it down slightly, showing just enough skin to drive John up the wall. Randy’s arms crossed over his front, and he was now at his chest, playing with his nipples when he reached them. Finally, he pulled the shirt all the way off and tossed it to the floor.

“That was quite the show you put on there,” John said, eyeing the other man intently.

“Dat’s how I roll,” Randy replied, mimicking John’s accent.

John just grinned, “Dat’s how you roll. Now, care to give me the same treatment?”

“Gladly,” he said, gripping the hem of the shirt. He moved himself down a bit, so when he slid the shirt up, he was able to comfortably lean down and kiss each inch of exposed skin. Slowly, the shirt made its way up John’s stomach, with Randy making sure to cover all the area. John arched his back when necessary, letting Randy raise the shirt higher and higher. He sat up when he felt the tug of the shirt against his shoulder blades. John’s shirt found its way on top of Randy’s in their growing pile of clothes.

Randy now had all of John free to him. His hands roamed while his mouth worked. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until it was a hard nub. His right hand was on the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers, playing with it until he brought his mouth to it, doing the same to that one as he did the other.

Eventually, John took Randy’s head in his hand and gently pulled him up. Randy followed the motion, once again face to face with his husband. Husband, the word flashed through his mind. “Shit,” he let slip.

“What is it?”

“We’re married.”

A huge smile was now plastered on John’s face. “We are. They’ll let anyone get married these days, won’t they?”

“Oh, I know. It can only mean trouble when they let John Cena and Randy Orton tie the knot.” He leaned down and kissed John’s dimples. “Have I ever told you that you have the nicest smile?”

“Once or twice. But, by all means, keep going. It makes me feel good about myself.”

“Dude, you should always feel good about yourself. After all, I actually married you.”

“Stuck on yourself much?”

Randy held a hand up gesturing with his fingers, “Just a lil bit.”

“But at least you’re honest about it.”

“Of course. If you got it, flaunt it.”

John shook his head, but continued smiling, none the less. “That’s what they say. Now, where were we?”

“Right. You need to stop distracting me.”

“I think you were the one that got off track first.”

“But you didn’t stop me. So next time I’m about to rip your pants off and fuck you senseless and then find myself getting chatty, shut me up, ok?”

“Can do. And what was this you were saying about fucking me senseless?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Randy leaned down, licking his lips right before they made contact with John’s. “This first time, though,” he leaned in for another quick kiss, “I’m gonna take you nice and slow, leaving you begging for more.”

“Intriguing. So, how about you stop telling me what you’re gonna do, and actually do it?”

Randy sat back up on his knees, his hands going right for the button and fly on John’s shorts. Once he dealt with those, adding the shorts and boxers to the clothes pile, he made quick work of his own. John reached up, turning his head slightly, and grabbed the lube to hand to Randy. He took it and opened it up, squirting some into his hand. He worked it over his hand, slicking up his fingers.

He slid one inside John, who had previously brought his knees to his chest. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” John breathed out, trying to get used to the feeling of having something inside him after a few weeks without.

“Mmm,” Randy hummed in agreement, thinking of both now, of pleasing John, and later, when he would find himself in a similar position.

As he worked a second finger into John, he bent forward, and John raised his legs over Randy’s shoulders. Randy moved the fingers in and out in a steady motion as he leaned in more to kiss John. He added a third finger, all while keeping the kiss going.

John groaned into Randy’s mouth; it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable feeling in the world right now. However, he still wanted Randy inside him, and he wanted it now. He pushed on his shoulders, and the man responded, breaking off the kiss. “I want you now.”

Randy leaned in for one more kiss, and then he backed off. He withdrew his fingers before spreading some lube onto his cock. Slowly, he pushed in, fighting the urge to close his eyes so he could watch John. He took hold of John’s cock, stroking it.

John watched Randy watching him, and he decided to start playing with himself. He arched his back, letting his hands, which had previously been holding Randy’s shoulders, now ran over his abs, up to his chest. He began to roll one of his nipples between his fingers, smirking up at Randy. “I would suck on the other one, but I don’t bend that way.”

Randy burst out laughing, and as a result, thrust himself into John deeper. Once he calmed himself down, he asked, “Were you making a suggestion?”

“If you want to take it that way,” he answered, dragging his hand over to the other nipple.

Bending down to take John’s nipple in his mouth once again, Randy continued to move his hips back and forth. Through his peripheral vision, he noticed John was still playing with himself. He lifted his head and brought his mouth over to it, letting his tongue work over both the nipple and John’s fingers. Randy worked John’s hand up, swirling his tongue around two fingers.

He sucked on the fingers, then pulled his head back, letting them go with a pop. He held John’s hand and turned his focus back to his dick, bringing both of their hands down to it. John covered Randy’s hand as he stroked him up and down, over and over, to the same slow pace Randy moved his hips at.

“I love you, Randy,” John said.

Randy, not expecting anything, stopped briefly, before it registered with him what John just said, “I love you, too.” Again he found himself bending forward, kissing John deep. He pulled back quickly, saying, “I’m close,” before he covered John’s mouth with his.

He thrust in and out a couple more times, ending more forceful than he had been going, and began to come inside his lover, his husband. John started coming at the feel of Randy. Even when they were done, they continued kissing each other. Randy’s hands were back on John’s face, and John was gripping Randy’s shoulders, pulling him close.

When the need for air overtook them, they broke apart. Randy sat up and pulled himself out of John. “Mmm,” Randy said, getting off of John and laying down on his side, “ready for round two?”

“I think,” John started, sitting up, and then placing his feet on the floor, “we should start on that bottle of champagne over there.”

Randy laughed when he saw John’s back. “Wait,” he said, crawling over to him.

“What?” he asked, looking back.

“You have a couple petals stuck on you. There,” he said when he finished peeling them off, “now we can start on the champagne.”

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Just so you know, round 2 won't be done for well over a week, since I won't be here. Sorry.