Honeymoon round THREE!
Alrighty, this takes place a couple days into their honeymoon. They’ve gone out on the town, out sight seeing and all that good stuff, I just don’t feel like writing it. And I’m sure you guys aren’t interested in that, anyway. Am I right? Well, I guess it’s on to the fic. Oh, and I think you guys will all know my opinion of the beach by the time you’re done with this. Haha. And the final note? Happy birthday linearation! I hope your request was fulfilled properly.
“This sucks,” John said out of the blue.
“Huh?” Randy asked, coming out of his stupor. He had been lying on the couch “resting his eyes” with his head on John’s lap.
“I said this sucks.”
Randy shifted his position and sat up, a confused look on his face. “How? I mean, think about it. You’re here in New Zealand with me, the best looking man you could ever dream of being with. I can’t think of much else that would be better than this. In fact, I think I’m a bit jealous of you.”
“Because I married an arrogant prick like you?”
“No, because you married the arrogant prick that is me. So, what is it about this vacation that sucks? Apart from the obvious, that is.”
“We’re right next to the beach. We can’t go swimming or even lay out on the sand because someone decided, spur of the moment to go get his arms all tattooed up a week before his wedding and trip to New Zealand.”
“First off, you love my tattoos, you’ve said so yourself. And second, the beach sucks ass, anyway. I’ve been with you long enough to know that you’ll be complaining about how the sand managed to get everywhere, how there’s chunks of seaweed in your hair or how you forgot to put on sunscreen on your pasty self and now have a huge burn on your back. If anything, you should be celebrating that we don’t have to go to the beach. And if you even try and tell me that you wanted to ‘make love to me on the pristine beach as we watched the sunset,’ I might just have to punch you.”
“Oh, what, that too mushy, even for a big romantic like you?” John teased, rubbing circles on Randy’s stomach.
“Yeah. Besides, we have tomorrow to look forward to. Flying out to the Lord of the Rings filming locations, spending the day out looking at the mountains and shit, that’ll be a lot better than the beach. I think the eye candy is the only good thing about going to the beach, anyway.” At John’s raised eyebrow, Randy added, “But seeing as how the two best looking men on the planet are now married, to each other at that, there’s really no reason to ever go to the beach.”
“Alright, I’ll give you that. And those ‘mountains and shit’ should be a lot of fun,” John said with a grin as he quoted Randy. “Now, what’ll we do until then?”
In response, Randy swung his legs back up on the couch and rested his head back in John’s lap. “I don’t know about you, but I’m good… For now.”
“We didn’t come all this way for you to just sleep in my lap. You can, and do, do that at home,” John said, though he still let his hand rub over Randy’s head.
“Yeah, well, even sex Gods need breaks from fucking. Besides, we can, and do, do that at home. A lot, actually. Anyway, I thought vacations were supposed to be relaxing. Which is exactly what I’m doing.”
He let his eyes close, and he continued to relax for about half an hour on the couch, and he only woke up, or “stopped relaxing”, after John pushed him off. At the feeling of falling, Randy shot out a hand, catching himself before he fell to the floor.
“What the fuck?!” Randy asked, sitting back up on the couch.
John shrugged, “My leg was asleep.”
Randy glared at him, fuming from nearly being laid out on the floor, “That’s when you tap me on the shoulder and say, ‘Randy, my leg’s asleep, do you mind moving?’ Try that next time.”
“I DID!” John answered. “You were out like a fucking log. I had to resort to drastic measures.”
“You are such an asshole.” Randy sunk back into the couch, then added with a smirk, “I would have done the same thing. You did me proud.”
“Good to know. Now, what do you say we get ourselves some lunch?”
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Later that evening, the two made their way back to their suite. Upon entering the room, Randy slammed John up against the door, their mouths crushed together. Randy’s hands roamed down, gripping John’s ass, grinding their hips together. Their tongues tangled together, deepening the already hot kiss. John’s hands found themselves sliding up Randy’s shirt, over his back, down the top of his jeans, anywhere he could get. Now one of Randy’s hands slid to the front, groping John’s crotch through his jeans. He slid his hand up and down, feeling John’s growing hardness. Keeping the kiss going, Randy unbuttoned John’s shorts, then slid the zipper down, going straight back to rubbing his hand over John, this time through one layer of fabric. Panting, Randy broke off the kiss, then said with a smirk, “Wait here, I’ve got something special for you. Something you haven’t seen in years.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Be patient, baby. You’ll see.” And with that, Randy slipped off to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, leaving John in suspense out in the main room.
After five minutes of waiting, John began to get impatient, and he knocked on the door. “Dude, what the hell is taking so long?”
“I’m building the tension,” he said, obviously standing right next to the door. That’s when John realized he had actually been waiting for him to come over and ask him.
“Well, can we move this along before Lil’ John needs to be completely revitalized?”
“Ok, ok.” He opened the door a bit, just enough to let John see his bare leg.
“I hate to break it to ya, bud, but I’ve seen your legs a lot over the years. So has just about everyone else in the world.” Randy stepped forward into the door frame, causing John’s jaw to drop. “You brought that?”
“Surprise,” Randy said, draping his arms over John’s shoulders.
“You said you would never…” John trailed off at the look of desire in Randy’s eyes. “God, I never thought I would see the day when you wore that dress again.”
Randy smirked once again as his arms dropped behind John’s back, pulling him close. The pink dress his nothing; John could feel Randy’s erection against his stomach, and instantly felt himself grow harder.
Four years earlier Randy had dawned that dress, complete with garter belt. And, somehow, he knew how to work it. His hips continued to grind against John’s as he maneuvered them to the couch, mouths pressed together in a desperate hunger. At the edge of the couch, Randy pulled away, grinning. “Isn’t there some wedding tradition about a garter belt?”
“Is there?”
“I don’t know… I was really asking you.” Randy just shrugged, saying, “Well, I think you should take it off me, no matter.”
John moaned, nipping at Randy’s neck before mumbling into it, “I can do that.” He sank down to his knees on the floor, his eyes staring straight at the garter belt. He placed his hands on Randy’s legs and let them trail up slowly. Upon reaching the thigh, he let his hands drift higher, under the dress, to the joint in his leg. He worked his way back down, hooking his fingers into the belt, sliding it back down over Randy’s knee, over his calf and finally off.
Instead of standing up, like Randy thought he would, John remained on his knees, this time with one hand on each leg, running them up and down. John peeked up at the younger man, grinning. His head disappeared under the dress, and Randy liked where this was going. When he felt his dick engulfed in John’s warm mouth, he couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure. “Mmm, John, that feels good.”
John hummed in response, eliciting another moan from Randy as the vibrations sparked up Randy’s body. He began playing with Randy’s balls, rolling them in his hand as his mouth sucked. His other hand kept hold of Randy’s hip, its grip tight. It would occasionally graze over Randy’s ass, usually when a particularly nice sound escaped his mouth. He drew back, allowing only the head to remain in his mouth. His tongue swirled around, lapping up the precum leaking out.
He started to move his head back and forth, back and forth, several times before pulling back. He placed a kiss on the very tip before standing up. Randy held up the lube he remembered to grab when he came out, and John reached for it, spinning Randy around, pushing him forward to bend him over. He quickly pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees before opening the lube and squirting some onto himself. He spread it around over his cock, and, once he was sufficiently slicked up, he lifted the hem of the dress up out of the way and pushed himself into Randy, who let out a scream at the intrusion. John pulled back without hesitation before slamming back in.
His slicked up hand worked around to Randy’s front, grabbing hold of Randy’s dick, jerking him off in time with his continuous thrusts.
Randy had his hands in fists, holding on to the couch as John pounded into him. He pushed back to meet John, allowing the sensations to overwhelm him. John’s dick in his ass, John’s hand stroking his dick, John’s mouth kissing his arms, John’s other hand gripping his hip as the two came together in their motions.
“Have I ever told you,” John began to ask into Randy’s neck, “how sexy you look in this?”
Randy tilted his head to the side, giving John more space to graze with his talented mouth. “Yeah. You have, actually. You never thought… Oh, God, that feels good,” Randy said, cutting off his own sentence as John hit his prostate. He picked up where he left off, “Never thought you’d see this again, did you?”
“No.” He pushed himself in as deep as he could go, once again hitting Randy’s prostate. He felt Randy’s ass clench around him, and the rest of his body stiffen. He knew Randy was close, as he himself was. “So close.”
“Me too,” Randy managed to get out around his deep breaths.
John thrust into Randy a couple more times before his hips bucked, driving himself in deep. As he began to come, he continued stroking Randy, trying to finish him off. It didn’t take long before Randy threw his head back, crying out as he shot onto the couch.
Their breathing soon returned to normal, and John pulled out. “How did you manage to hide that from me?” John asked swatting at the hem of the short dress.
“I waited for you to go out and threw it in my suitcase before you came back. It’s not rocket science. Or maybe you’re still too out of it to think straight.”
John shook his head, “Yeah, that must be it. Your ass makes me forget all.”
“Damn right. As it should be. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to shower and put some… manly clothes on.”
John snorted, “Manly clothes? What’s that, your Mighty Mouse PJ bottoms?”
“Maybe,” Randy retorted, sticking his tongue out.
“Ooo, that’s real mature, Randy.”
“You’re the one that doubts the manliness of Mighty Mouse. Now excuse me while I clean myself up.”
“This sucks,” John said out of the blue.
“Huh?” Randy asked, coming out of his stupor. He had been lying on the couch “resting his eyes” with his head on John’s lap.
“I said this sucks.”
Randy shifted his position and sat up, a confused look on his face. “How? I mean, think about it. You’re here in New Zealand with me, the best looking man you could ever dream of being with. I can’t think of much else that would be better than this. In fact, I think I’m a bit jealous of you.”
“Because I married an arrogant prick like you?”
“No, because you married the arrogant prick that is me. So, what is it about this vacation that sucks? Apart from the obvious, that is.”
“We’re right next to the beach. We can’t go swimming or even lay out on the sand because someone decided, spur of the moment to go get his arms all tattooed up a week before his wedding and trip to New Zealand.”
“First off, you love my tattoos, you’ve said so yourself. And second, the beach sucks ass, anyway. I’ve been with you long enough to know that you’ll be complaining about how the sand managed to get everywhere, how there’s chunks of seaweed in your hair or how you forgot to put on sunscreen on your pasty self and now have a huge burn on your back. If anything, you should be celebrating that we don’t have to go to the beach. And if you even try and tell me that you wanted to ‘make love to me on the pristine beach as we watched the sunset,’ I might just have to punch you.”
“Oh, what, that too mushy, even for a big romantic like you?” John teased, rubbing circles on Randy’s stomach.
“Yeah. Besides, we have tomorrow to look forward to. Flying out to the Lord of the Rings filming locations, spending the day out looking at the mountains and shit, that’ll be a lot better than the beach. I think the eye candy is the only good thing about going to the beach, anyway.” At John’s raised eyebrow, Randy added, “But seeing as how the two best looking men on the planet are now married, to each other at that, there’s really no reason to ever go to the beach.”
“Alright, I’ll give you that. And those ‘mountains and shit’ should be a lot of fun,” John said with a grin as he quoted Randy. “Now, what’ll we do until then?”
In response, Randy swung his legs back up on the couch and rested his head back in John’s lap. “I don’t know about you, but I’m good… For now.”
“We didn’t come all this way for you to just sleep in my lap. You can, and do, do that at home,” John said, though he still let his hand rub over Randy’s head.
“Yeah, well, even sex Gods need breaks from fucking. Besides, we can, and do, do that at home. A lot, actually. Anyway, I thought vacations were supposed to be relaxing. Which is exactly what I’m doing.”
He let his eyes close, and he continued to relax for about half an hour on the couch, and he only woke up, or “stopped relaxing”, after John pushed him off. At the feeling of falling, Randy shot out a hand, catching himself before he fell to the floor.
“What the fuck?!” Randy asked, sitting back up on the couch.
John shrugged, “My leg was asleep.”
Randy glared at him, fuming from nearly being laid out on the floor, “That’s when you tap me on the shoulder and say, ‘Randy, my leg’s asleep, do you mind moving?’ Try that next time.”
“I DID!” John answered. “You were out like a fucking log. I had to resort to drastic measures.”
“You are such an asshole.” Randy sunk back into the couch, then added with a smirk, “I would have done the same thing. You did me proud.”
“Good to know. Now, what do you say we get ourselves some lunch?”
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Later that evening, the two made their way back to their suite. Upon entering the room, Randy slammed John up against the door, their mouths crushed together. Randy’s hands roamed down, gripping John’s ass, grinding their hips together. Their tongues tangled together, deepening the already hot kiss. John’s hands found themselves sliding up Randy’s shirt, over his back, down the top of his jeans, anywhere he could get. Now one of Randy’s hands slid to the front, groping John’s crotch through his jeans. He slid his hand up and down, feeling John’s growing hardness. Keeping the kiss going, Randy unbuttoned John’s shorts, then slid the zipper down, going straight back to rubbing his hand over John, this time through one layer of fabric. Panting, Randy broke off the kiss, then said with a smirk, “Wait here, I’ve got something special for you. Something you haven’t seen in years.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Be patient, baby. You’ll see.” And with that, Randy slipped off to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, leaving John in suspense out in the main room.
After five minutes of waiting, John began to get impatient, and he knocked on the door. “Dude, what the hell is taking so long?”
“I’m building the tension,” he said, obviously standing right next to the door. That’s when John realized he had actually been waiting for him to come over and ask him.
“Well, can we move this along before Lil’ John needs to be completely revitalized?”
“Ok, ok.” He opened the door a bit, just enough to let John see his bare leg.
“I hate to break it to ya, bud, but I’ve seen your legs a lot over the years. So has just about everyone else in the world.” Randy stepped forward into the door frame, causing John’s jaw to drop. “You brought that?”
“Surprise,” Randy said, draping his arms over John’s shoulders.
“You said you would never…” John trailed off at the look of desire in Randy’s eyes. “God, I never thought I would see the day when you wore that dress again.”
Randy smirked once again as his arms dropped behind John’s back, pulling him close. The pink dress his nothing; John could feel Randy’s erection against his stomach, and instantly felt himself grow harder.
Four years earlier Randy had dawned that dress, complete with garter belt. And, somehow, he knew how to work it. His hips continued to grind against John’s as he maneuvered them to the couch, mouths pressed together in a desperate hunger. At the edge of the couch, Randy pulled away, grinning. “Isn’t there some wedding tradition about a garter belt?”
“Is there?”
“I don’t know… I was really asking you.” Randy just shrugged, saying, “Well, I think you should take it off me, no matter.”
John moaned, nipping at Randy’s neck before mumbling into it, “I can do that.” He sank down to his knees on the floor, his eyes staring straight at the garter belt. He placed his hands on Randy’s legs and let them trail up slowly. Upon reaching the thigh, he let his hands drift higher, under the dress, to the joint in his leg. He worked his way back down, hooking his fingers into the belt, sliding it back down over Randy’s knee, over his calf and finally off.
Instead of standing up, like Randy thought he would, John remained on his knees, this time with one hand on each leg, running them up and down. John peeked up at the younger man, grinning. His head disappeared under the dress, and Randy liked where this was going. When he felt his dick engulfed in John’s warm mouth, he couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure. “Mmm, John, that feels good.”
John hummed in response, eliciting another moan from Randy as the vibrations sparked up Randy’s body. He began playing with Randy’s balls, rolling them in his hand as his mouth sucked. His other hand kept hold of Randy’s hip, its grip tight. It would occasionally graze over Randy’s ass, usually when a particularly nice sound escaped his mouth. He drew back, allowing only the head to remain in his mouth. His tongue swirled around, lapping up the precum leaking out.
He started to move his head back and forth, back and forth, several times before pulling back. He placed a kiss on the very tip before standing up. Randy held up the lube he remembered to grab when he came out, and John reached for it, spinning Randy around, pushing him forward to bend him over. He quickly pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees before opening the lube and squirting some onto himself. He spread it around over his cock, and, once he was sufficiently slicked up, he lifted the hem of the dress up out of the way and pushed himself into Randy, who let out a scream at the intrusion. John pulled back without hesitation before slamming back in.
His slicked up hand worked around to Randy’s front, grabbing hold of Randy’s dick, jerking him off in time with his continuous thrusts.
Randy had his hands in fists, holding on to the couch as John pounded into him. He pushed back to meet John, allowing the sensations to overwhelm him. John’s dick in his ass, John’s hand stroking his dick, John’s mouth kissing his arms, John’s other hand gripping his hip as the two came together in their motions.
“Have I ever told you,” John began to ask into Randy’s neck, “how sexy you look in this?”
Randy tilted his head to the side, giving John more space to graze with his talented mouth. “Yeah. You have, actually. You never thought… Oh, God, that feels good,” Randy said, cutting off his own sentence as John hit his prostate. He picked up where he left off, “Never thought you’d see this again, did you?”
“No.” He pushed himself in as deep as he could go, once again hitting Randy’s prostate. He felt Randy’s ass clench around him, and the rest of his body stiffen. He knew Randy was close, as he himself was. “So close.”
“Me too,” Randy managed to get out around his deep breaths.
John thrust into Randy a couple more times before his hips bucked, driving himself in deep. As he began to come, he continued stroking Randy, trying to finish him off. It didn’t take long before Randy threw his head back, crying out as he shot onto the couch.
Their breathing soon returned to normal, and John pulled out. “How did you manage to hide that from me?” John asked swatting at the hem of the short dress.
“I waited for you to go out and threw it in my suitcase before you came back. It’s not rocket science. Or maybe you’re still too out of it to think straight.”
John shook his head, “Yeah, that must be it. Your ass makes me forget all.”
“Damn right. As it should be. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to shower and put some… manly clothes on.”
John snorted, “Manly clothes? What’s that, your Mighty Mouse PJ bottoms?”
“Maybe,” Randy retorted, sticking his tongue out.
“Ooo, that’s real mature, Randy.”
“You’re the one that doubts the manliness of Mighty Mouse. Now excuse me while I clean myself up.”