Honeymoon part TWO!
John walked towards the champagne, the ice in the bucket mostly water by this point. “Should have had this first,” John stated.
“Probably,” Randy agreed. “And we should get started on those strawberries before the juice makes the chocolate all funky.”
John turned around, holding the bottle, which was dripping on the floor. “Strawberries?”
Randy sighed and pointed to the table next to the TV. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice ‘em. Of course, with me distracting you, I guess I can understand how you missed ‘em.”
“Egotistical much?” Randy quirked an eyebrow before John admitted, “Of course, it’s all true.” John grabbed the glasses and handed them both to Randy. He then popped the cork and poured them each a glass. He set the bottle back in the bucket and slid under the covers next to Randy. His free hand ran up and down one of Randy’s arms, “I cannot get enough of your tattoos. Especially,” he grabbed Randy’s glass and set it down on the end table next to him before taking his right arm and turning it up, “this one.” His name. The first time he had seen it, he was in shock. His name was amongst the skulls that ran the length of his lover’s arm. He let his fingers gently trace the lines, each curve carefully followed. “Guess you’re really stuck with me now, aren’t ya?” John teased.
Randy let out a mock sigh this time, “Yeah, I guess I am.”
They hadn’t gotten a very good chance to talk about them before, so John took the opportunity to ask him something that he had been meaning to. “How come you got my name on there? We weren’t even married at the time, so…”
“We were as good as married when you gave me the ring,” he answered, twirling it around his finger, “before that, even. Both of us had relationships before,” he gestured between the two of them, “this, and we both know that we just click. Dude, you’re it for me.”
John smiled his patented smile, then reached over to the table to grab their glasses. He handed one to Randy and said, “I can toast to that.” They clinked their glasses and drank down the contents. “Strawberries?” John asked, since he was getting up to refill their glasses, anyway.
“Yeah.”
John padded over to the plate, and he could feel Randy’s eyes on him the entire time. “Why are you always staring at my ass?” he asked over his shoulder.
“That’s a dumb question. I’m not even gonna answer that one.”
Turning back around, John rolled his eyes when he saw Randy’s focus zoom right to his crotch. “There’s more to me than just my dick, ya know.”
“I know, but your ass is on the other side.”
He sat back down without making a retort, and held the plate out to Randy. Instead of taking hold of it, he opened his mouth slightly.
“You’re not expecting me to actually feed you, are you?” John asked, bringing one of the strawberries to his own mouth. He took a bite, savouring the sweetness of the fruit with the chocolate. Slowly he chewed, the taste filling his senses. Glancing over to Randy, he saw the look of hunger in his eyes as he sat and watched. John lifted his hand to his face out of habit to wipe away the drop of juice that found its way working to his chin.
Randy shot out a hand to catch John’s, stopping him. “Let me.” He leaned over, placing one arm on the other side of John’s head. Bending down, he licked the few stray drops, allowing his tongue to continue its journey along John’s lower lip, able to taste the lingering flavour of the strawberry. Their mouths came together in a brief kiss. Once parted, John said, “Lay back.”
He did as he was told, and John grabbed another berry. Randy’s lips parted, awaiting John’s move. And John followed through. Just has Randy had done to him with his tongue, John ran the chocolate coated berry along Randy’s lower lip, sliding the tip of it into his mouth. Slowly, he slipped it in further to the end of the chocolate. Biting down, the taste filled Randy’s mouth and his eyes fell shut. He heard John set the dish down on the side table, clinking against their glasses. Next, he felt John straddle his legs, and his hands run up and down his chest and stomach. He opened his eyes, he wanted to see John, but John said, “Keep them closed.”
Again, he did as he was told. He let himself feel the path John’s hands were making around his body. He felt as John once again traced his name on the tattoo. He knew that one would get him. He had been thinking about it for a while, and once he had given John that ring, and John accepted, he knew it had to be done. The proposal just solidified it for him. That’s why he got his arms tattooed up without telling John about it. Well, he had run the idea past him, and when he didn’t object, it was a done deal. Of course, discussing it happened over an intense game of Mario Kart, and he knew that John wouldn’t have been too much attention to him. Whoops. Bringing his mind back to what John was doing to him, he noticed that John was holding his hand, running his fingers over the ring he had given him. “You’ve got great taste,” he chimed in.
“Mmm, it is a looker, isn’t it?”
“Sure is. Same can be said for you, of course.”
“Of course,” Randy agreed, talking about more than just the rings they picked out for each other.
John leaned forward, capturing Randy’s mouth, which parted almost instantly. Randy’s hands latched onto John’s head as he lay flush against him. John’s tongue slid into Randy’s mouth, and Randy let him explore. Though they had done this thousands of times before, neither got sick of the feeling. Randy still loved feeling John’s tongue against his, or sliding over his teeth, or along the roof of his mouth. He welcomed John’s weight on him as they continued to kiss. He had been growing hard ever since John straddled him, and he could feel John’s similar reaction.
John pulled away from him, leaning over to grab the lube from where it had been tossed earlier. “Did you want me to keep my eyes closed?” Randy asked, curious.
“Yeah,” John answered, sitting back up and rearranging himself so he was now between Randy’s legs. John squirted some of the lube into his hand, slicking himself up for entrance. As he worked on coating himself, he bent forward, holding himself up on one arm and placed kisses over Randy’s abdomen. Randy brought a hand up to the back of John’s head, rubbing up and down over the short hairs.
Sitting back up, John threw one of Randy’s legs over his shoulder and lined himself up with the entrance. As his hips drove forward, pushing himself into Randy, he bent forward, kissing Randy again as he began to cry out. It had hurt, especially without the preparation, but he knew as John got going, it would get better.
So, he let John kiss him; it was a good distraction from the pain. As John started to move, it slowly got better.
The experience for Randy improved greatly when John finally hit his prostate. His hips bucked up slightly, but John kept the rhythm steady. John had pulled back from the kiss and was now playing with Randy’s cock, giving it light touches with his fingertips, or running a single finger up and down the length. His other hand was busy holding onto Randy’s hip, gripping it as he thrust into him.
John took a firm grip on the base of Randy’s dick and started to stroke it with his entire hand, no longer teasing him with gentle touches. His hand traveled up and down the shaft several times before Randy began touching himself, his thumb rubbing over the tip of his dick, the rest of his fingers brushing with John’s.
Randy’s eye remained shut. As much as he wanted to look at John, to watch him do everything he was doing to him, but he refrained. He wanted to feel. As John hit his prostate again, he bucked his hips, driving John deeper into him. He started to continue this, matching each stroke of John’s with a lift of his hips. Over and over John hit his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through Randy.
There weren’t a whole lot of words exchanged between them. At one point John said, “Oh, God,” to which Randy replied, “Why, thank you.”
John’s momentum stopped, “Thank you?”
“I knew I was good, but you just confirmed it.”
“I love you,” John said before leaning down to kiss him again, resuming his thrusting actions. It took little time for the two to get their rhythm back, John driving his hips down to meet Randy’s coming up.
Their kiss continued through John’s final thrusts as he began to come inside Randy. At the same time, he felt Randy’s spunk on his stomach. They kept kissing, even after they finished coming. Finally, pulling back, John withdrew his cock from inside Randy.
He looked down between them and noticed both of their stomachs were covered. “Maybe we should take a shower?”
“Or we could take a bath?” Randy suggested, “Bring the champagne and strawberries in there. That way I don’t have to worry about getting the arms wet.”
“That does sound like a good idea.”
“I know,” Randy said, rolling out of the bed. “I only have good ideas.”
John rolled his eyes, getting out of the bed himself. “You’re something else.”
Randy walked around to the end of the bed, meeting John. “I love you, too,” he said, wrapping his arms around John’s shoulders and planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Now, I’ll go get the bath started, you can bring the rest of that shit in.” He headed off towards the bathroom with its oversized bath, perfect for two.
“Probably,” Randy agreed. “And we should get started on those strawberries before the juice makes the chocolate all funky.”
John turned around, holding the bottle, which was dripping on the floor. “Strawberries?”
Randy sighed and pointed to the table next to the TV. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice ‘em. Of course, with me distracting you, I guess I can understand how you missed ‘em.”
“Egotistical much?” Randy quirked an eyebrow before John admitted, “Of course, it’s all true.” John grabbed the glasses and handed them both to Randy. He then popped the cork and poured them each a glass. He set the bottle back in the bucket and slid under the covers next to Randy. His free hand ran up and down one of Randy’s arms, “I cannot get enough of your tattoos. Especially,” he grabbed Randy’s glass and set it down on the end table next to him before taking his right arm and turning it up, “this one.” His name. The first time he had seen it, he was in shock. His name was amongst the skulls that ran the length of his lover’s arm. He let his fingers gently trace the lines, each curve carefully followed. “Guess you’re really stuck with me now, aren’t ya?” John teased.
Randy let out a mock sigh this time, “Yeah, I guess I am.”
They hadn’t gotten a very good chance to talk about them before, so John took the opportunity to ask him something that he had been meaning to. “How come you got my name on there? We weren’t even married at the time, so…”
“We were as good as married when you gave me the ring,” he answered, twirling it around his finger, “before that, even. Both of us had relationships before,” he gestured between the two of them, “this, and we both know that we just click. Dude, you’re it for me.”
John smiled his patented smile, then reached over to the table to grab their glasses. He handed one to Randy and said, “I can toast to that.” They clinked their glasses and drank down the contents. “Strawberries?” John asked, since he was getting up to refill their glasses, anyway.
“Yeah.”
John padded over to the plate, and he could feel Randy’s eyes on him the entire time. “Why are you always staring at my ass?” he asked over his shoulder.
“That’s a dumb question. I’m not even gonna answer that one.”
Turning back around, John rolled his eyes when he saw Randy’s focus zoom right to his crotch. “There’s more to me than just my dick, ya know.”
“I know, but your ass is on the other side.”
He sat back down without making a retort, and held the plate out to Randy. Instead of taking hold of it, he opened his mouth slightly.
“You’re not expecting me to actually feed you, are you?” John asked, bringing one of the strawberries to his own mouth. He took a bite, savouring the sweetness of the fruit with the chocolate. Slowly he chewed, the taste filling his senses. Glancing over to Randy, he saw the look of hunger in his eyes as he sat and watched. John lifted his hand to his face out of habit to wipe away the drop of juice that found its way working to his chin.
Randy shot out a hand to catch John’s, stopping him. “Let me.” He leaned over, placing one arm on the other side of John’s head. Bending down, he licked the few stray drops, allowing his tongue to continue its journey along John’s lower lip, able to taste the lingering flavour of the strawberry. Their mouths came together in a brief kiss. Once parted, John said, “Lay back.”
He did as he was told, and John grabbed another berry. Randy’s lips parted, awaiting John’s move. And John followed through. Just has Randy had done to him with his tongue, John ran the chocolate coated berry along Randy’s lower lip, sliding the tip of it into his mouth. Slowly, he slipped it in further to the end of the chocolate. Biting down, the taste filled Randy’s mouth and his eyes fell shut. He heard John set the dish down on the side table, clinking against their glasses. Next, he felt John straddle his legs, and his hands run up and down his chest and stomach. He opened his eyes, he wanted to see John, but John said, “Keep them closed.”
Again, he did as he was told. He let himself feel the path John’s hands were making around his body. He felt as John once again traced his name on the tattoo. He knew that one would get him. He had been thinking about it for a while, and once he had given John that ring, and John accepted, he knew it had to be done. The proposal just solidified it for him. That’s why he got his arms tattooed up without telling John about it. Well, he had run the idea past him, and when he didn’t object, it was a done deal. Of course, discussing it happened over an intense game of Mario Kart, and he knew that John wouldn’t have been too much attention to him. Whoops. Bringing his mind back to what John was doing to him, he noticed that John was holding his hand, running his fingers over the ring he had given him. “You’ve got great taste,” he chimed in.
“Mmm, it is a looker, isn’t it?”
“Sure is. Same can be said for you, of course.”
“Of course,” Randy agreed, talking about more than just the rings they picked out for each other.
John leaned forward, capturing Randy’s mouth, which parted almost instantly. Randy’s hands latched onto John’s head as he lay flush against him. John’s tongue slid into Randy’s mouth, and Randy let him explore. Though they had done this thousands of times before, neither got sick of the feeling. Randy still loved feeling John’s tongue against his, or sliding over his teeth, or along the roof of his mouth. He welcomed John’s weight on him as they continued to kiss. He had been growing hard ever since John straddled him, and he could feel John’s similar reaction.
John pulled away from him, leaning over to grab the lube from where it had been tossed earlier. “Did you want me to keep my eyes closed?” Randy asked, curious.
“Yeah,” John answered, sitting back up and rearranging himself so he was now between Randy’s legs. John squirted some of the lube into his hand, slicking himself up for entrance. As he worked on coating himself, he bent forward, holding himself up on one arm and placed kisses over Randy’s abdomen. Randy brought a hand up to the back of John’s head, rubbing up and down over the short hairs.
Sitting back up, John threw one of Randy’s legs over his shoulder and lined himself up with the entrance. As his hips drove forward, pushing himself into Randy, he bent forward, kissing Randy again as he began to cry out. It had hurt, especially without the preparation, but he knew as John got going, it would get better.
So, he let John kiss him; it was a good distraction from the pain. As John started to move, it slowly got better.
The experience for Randy improved greatly when John finally hit his prostate. His hips bucked up slightly, but John kept the rhythm steady. John had pulled back from the kiss and was now playing with Randy’s cock, giving it light touches with his fingertips, or running a single finger up and down the length. His other hand was busy holding onto Randy’s hip, gripping it as he thrust into him.
John took a firm grip on the base of Randy’s dick and started to stroke it with his entire hand, no longer teasing him with gentle touches. His hand traveled up and down the shaft several times before Randy began touching himself, his thumb rubbing over the tip of his dick, the rest of his fingers brushing with John’s.
Randy’s eye remained shut. As much as he wanted to look at John, to watch him do everything he was doing to him, but he refrained. He wanted to feel. As John hit his prostate again, he bucked his hips, driving John deeper into him. He started to continue this, matching each stroke of John’s with a lift of his hips. Over and over John hit his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through Randy.
There weren’t a whole lot of words exchanged between them. At one point John said, “Oh, God,” to which Randy replied, “Why, thank you.”
John’s momentum stopped, “Thank you?”
“I knew I was good, but you just confirmed it.”
“I love you,” John said before leaning down to kiss him again, resuming his thrusting actions. It took little time for the two to get their rhythm back, John driving his hips down to meet Randy’s coming up.
Their kiss continued through John’s final thrusts as he began to come inside Randy. At the same time, he felt Randy’s spunk on his stomach. They kept kissing, even after they finished coming. Finally, pulling back, John withdrew his cock from inside Randy.
He looked down between them and noticed both of their stomachs were covered. “Maybe we should take a shower?”
“Or we could take a bath?” Randy suggested, “Bring the champagne and strawberries in there. That way I don’t have to worry about getting the arms wet.”
“That does sound like a good idea.”
“I know,” Randy said, rolling out of the bed. “I only have good ideas.”
John rolled his eyes, getting out of the bed himself. “You’re something else.”
Randy walked around to the end of the bed, meeting John. “I love you, too,” he said, wrapping his arms around John’s shoulders and planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Now, I’ll go get the bath started, you can bring the rest of that shit in.” He headed off towards the bathroom with its oversized bath, perfect for two.