Thanksgiving at the Cena-Orton household
“John!” Randy shouted, as he held the oven door open, staring at the turkey inside, “Isn’t there supposed to be a little thing that pops out when it’s done cooking?”
John came over to the oven and shut the door, instead turning the light on, “Yeah, isn’t it up yet? We’ve already put it in for an extra twenty minutes.”
“That’s what I’m sayin.”
“Well, maybe if someone stopped opening the door all the time, it would be done by now.”
“Hey, I was basting it, giving it a nice browned skin. Oh, dude, look, it’s done.” Randy grabbed a pair of oven mitts and opened the door, taking the bird out to put it on their countertop.
“And now we wait. This is the worst part… Just letting it sit there for fifteen minutes while we do nothing.”
“Yeah. But, you know what?” Randy asked.
“What?”
“You don’t have to do nothing. You,” he said as he walked over to their dish cabinet, “can set the table.” He took out two plates, then set those down as he got knives, forks and spoons. He handed all those over to John, who quickly set their table for the two of them.
“And that wasted about two minutes. Now what?”
“Now…” Randy trailed off, thinking about how they should spend the next thirteen minutes waiting for the turkey to finally be ready. “We could play cards?”
“Sure, I guess it’s something. Rummy?” John asked, going to grab the closest deck of cards. They liked to keep a couple lying around, just incase they wanted to play a quick game. And, with their competitive spirits, it happened a lot.
“Yeah,” Randy answered, grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper. John dealt out the first hand, giving Randy a run right off the bat. When Randy placed it down in front of him, he said, “Shit, dude, I don’t think you shuffled these very well.” On his next move, he picked up the ace John had discarded and put it down with the other two aces he had been dealt. “You did shuffle them, right?”
“Yeah, I did. Hence the reason I ended up with the shitty hand.” After a couple rounds of Randy sitting there, one card left, John was able to put a card down, building off the run Randy had.
When a smirk crossed Randy’s face, John knew he had just lost that round. Randy picked up a card, put down the card he had been given originally, building off his run, and discarded his final one. Randy ended with 80 points and John had a miserable negative 30. “Only four hundred twenty more points until I’m done kicking your ass.”
“Well, it’s only another five hundred thirty more points for me to make my miraculous comeback.”
They played three more hands, with Randy ending on 245 and John with 220. “We’ll finish this later,” Randy challenged, “after we eat. Because I am fucking hungry.”
John carved the turkey, putting the pieces on a plate. Soon, all the food was laid out on the counter, and both men took their plates over to load up. They sat in their seats, heaps of food in front of them, then looked at each other and smiled. “Hey, Randy, you know what this is?”
“What, our first day before Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner as a married couple?”
“Exactly. I couldn’t think of anything much better than this. Well, except the rest of my family being here with us. They are right down the street…”
“We’re going over to their place tomorrow, you know, for the actual Thanksgiving dinner.”
“So? They’re still my family.”
“I wish my family were closer.”
John reached his hand out, placing it on top of Randy’s, which had been resting on the table. “I know you do, baby. But, we’re doing Christmas with them this year.”
“Yeah, I know. Alright,” Randy said, changing the subject, “let’s eat, because I’m ready to hear you tell me how wonderful my cooking is.”
John poured the gravy over practically everything on his plate, then ate a forkful of mashed potatoes, considering their flavour, before nodding slightly. “Alright, not bad. Let’s see how the turkey turned out.” He cut himself a bite of turkey, tasting it and deciding it wasn’t too bad. “Maybe it’s because I smothered it in gravy, but it surprisingly isn’t dry.”
“Did you ever doubt me? I know you did, there’s no need for you to say anything. Well, except to tell me how awesome I am.”
“Damn, Randy, what will you do once you realize the world doesn’t revolve around you?”
“If the world had any sense, it would revolve around me.” He had some of the turkey, followed by some corn and potatoes. “Damn, I really out did myself this year. I amaze myself sometimes.”
“Your ego amazes me sometimes.”
“Only sometimes?”
“And by sometimes, I mean all the time.”
“That’s what I thought,” Randy said before shoveling another heaping serving of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
The two finished eating, clearing out most of the food on the counter, each going for seconds, even thirds. Both stood up to clear their plates at the same time, and ended up looking into each other’s eyes, smiling before leaning in for a kiss. Randy set his plate back down on the table, pulled back and practically ran around to John’s side. He pushed John back towards the wall, his palms pressed flat against it. Their mouths came together once more, this time for much more than a brief kiss over the dinner table. John’s tongue slid out, teasing Randy’s lips open, and when they parted, his tongue pushed in. He let it roam, sliding over the roof of Randy’s mouth, then over Randy’s own tongue. He drew his tongue back, and Randy followed, mirroring the actions John performed on him.
John’s hands pressed against Randy’s shoulders, and he used the push to spin them around, so now it was Randy whose back was now flush against the wall. Just as fast as he had spun them, John dropped to his knees and made quick work of Randy’s pants, letting them drop to pool around Randy’s feet.
Randy’s hands laced together behind John’s head, trying to urge him on. John reached into the band of Randy’s underwear, pulling Randy’s semi-hard dick out over the top. He stroked it, back and forth, working on bringing it to full hardness. It didn’t take long.
John pulled Randy’s briefs down, where they now joined Randy’s pants around his ankles. He leaned in, licking the very tip of Randy’s dick, lapping up drops of precum. His hands were holding onto Randy’s ass, massaging them as his mouth worked over the front.
Suddenly, he took the whole of Randy into his mouth, drawing a moan out of Randy. John hummed, dick still inside his mouth, and he could feel the waves of pleasure coursing throughout Randy’s body. He pulled back, letting the flat of his tongue run along the underside of Randy’s cock.
When he removed his mouth completely, Randy let out a whimper, loving the feel of John sucking and licking his dick. Oh, but then John took him in his hand, and took one of his balls into his mouth. That elicited yet another moan from Randy. John stroked as he sucked on Randy’s ball. His thumb swirled over the sensitive head of Randy’s aching cock.
John let it drop from his mouth, returning his attention back to Randy’s dick. Again, he dropped down, taking all of him into his mouth. He let his hands stroke up and down Randy’s legs, roaming over taut muscles, sometimes grabbing onto his ass, sometimes just letting his fingertips graze. He ran a single finger along the crack of Randy’s ass while his head bobbed up and down.
Once he started teasing Randy’s opening, he felt Randy stiffen, and knew he was close to climax. His pace sped up, and when his finger slipped inside, Randy cried out, “God, John,” as he began to come. John swallowed down everything Randy had to offer, not pulling back until Randy was completely spent.
While he was still on his knees, he pulled Randy’s briefs and pants back up, even taking care to zip and button them back up. He stood to find Randy smirking at him. “What?”
“Blowjobs, now there’s something for a person to be thankful for.”
“Blowjobs from John Cena, now there’s something for a person to be thankful for.”
“They haven’t lived until they’ve gotten one from Randy Orton.”
John smiled, kissing Randy and wrapping his arm around his back, “Handsome, yet extraordinarily egotistical husbands, now there’s something I can be thankful for.”
“Alright, I can live with that.” He gave John another brief kiss before adding, “Love you, John.”
“Love you, too, Randy.”
John came over to the oven and shut the door, instead turning the light on, “Yeah, isn’t it up yet? We’ve already put it in for an extra twenty minutes.”
“That’s what I’m sayin.”
“Well, maybe if someone stopped opening the door all the time, it would be done by now.”
“Hey, I was basting it, giving it a nice browned skin. Oh, dude, look, it’s done.” Randy grabbed a pair of oven mitts and opened the door, taking the bird out to put it on their countertop.
“And now we wait. This is the worst part… Just letting it sit there for fifteen minutes while we do nothing.”
“Yeah. But, you know what?” Randy asked.
“What?”
“You don’t have to do nothing. You,” he said as he walked over to their dish cabinet, “can set the table.” He took out two plates, then set those down as he got knives, forks and spoons. He handed all those over to John, who quickly set their table for the two of them.
“And that wasted about two minutes. Now what?”
“Now…” Randy trailed off, thinking about how they should spend the next thirteen minutes waiting for the turkey to finally be ready. “We could play cards?”
“Sure, I guess it’s something. Rummy?” John asked, going to grab the closest deck of cards. They liked to keep a couple lying around, just incase they wanted to play a quick game. And, with their competitive spirits, it happened a lot.
“Yeah,” Randy answered, grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper. John dealt out the first hand, giving Randy a run right off the bat. When Randy placed it down in front of him, he said, “Shit, dude, I don’t think you shuffled these very well.” On his next move, he picked up the ace John had discarded and put it down with the other two aces he had been dealt. “You did shuffle them, right?”
“Yeah, I did. Hence the reason I ended up with the shitty hand.” After a couple rounds of Randy sitting there, one card left, John was able to put a card down, building off the run Randy had.
When a smirk crossed Randy’s face, John knew he had just lost that round. Randy picked up a card, put down the card he had been given originally, building off his run, and discarded his final one. Randy ended with 80 points and John had a miserable negative 30. “Only four hundred twenty more points until I’m done kicking your ass.”
“Well, it’s only another five hundred thirty more points for me to make my miraculous comeback.”
They played three more hands, with Randy ending on 245 and John with 220. “We’ll finish this later,” Randy challenged, “after we eat. Because I am fucking hungry.”
John carved the turkey, putting the pieces on a plate. Soon, all the food was laid out on the counter, and both men took their plates over to load up. They sat in their seats, heaps of food in front of them, then looked at each other and smiled. “Hey, Randy, you know what this is?”
“What, our first day before Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner as a married couple?”
“Exactly. I couldn’t think of anything much better than this. Well, except the rest of my family being here with us. They are right down the street…”
“We’re going over to their place tomorrow, you know, for the actual Thanksgiving dinner.”
“So? They’re still my family.”
“I wish my family were closer.”
John reached his hand out, placing it on top of Randy’s, which had been resting on the table. “I know you do, baby. But, we’re doing Christmas with them this year.”
“Yeah, I know. Alright,” Randy said, changing the subject, “let’s eat, because I’m ready to hear you tell me how wonderful my cooking is.”
John poured the gravy over practically everything on his plate, then ate a forkful of mashed potatoes, considering their flavour, before nodding slightly. “Alright, not bad. Let’s see how the turkey turned out.” He cut himself a bite of turkey, tasting it and deciding it wasn’t too bad. “Maybe it’s because I smothered it in gravy, but it surprisingly isn’t dry.”
“Did you ever doubt me? I know you did, there’s no need for you to say anything. Well, except to tell me how awesome I am.”
“Damn, Randy, what will you do once you realize the world doesn’t revolve around you?”
“If the world had any sense, it would revolve around me.” He had some of the turkey, followed by some corn and potatoes. “Damn, I really out did myself this year. I amaze myself sometimes.”
“Your ego amazes me sometimes.”
“Only sometimes?”
“And by sometimes, I mean all the time.”
“That’s what I thought,” Randy said before shoveling another heaping serving of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
The two finished eating, clearing out most of the food on the counter, each going for seconds, even thirds. Both stood up to clear their plates at the same time, and ended up looking into each other’s eyes, smiling before leaning in for a kiss. Randy set his plate back down on the table, pulled back and practically ran around to John’s side. He pushed John back towards the wall, his palms pressed flat against it. Their mouths came together once more, this time for much more than a brief kiss over the dinner table. John’s tongue slid out, teasing Randy’s lips open, and when they parted, his tongue pushed in. He let it roam, sliding over the roof of Randy’s mouth, then over Randy’s own tongue. He drew his tongue back, and Randy followed, mirroring the actions John performed on him.
John’s hands pressed against Randy’s shoulders, and he used the push to spin them around, so now it was Randy whose back was now flush against the wall. Just as fast as he had spun them, John dropped to his knees and made quick work of Randy’s pants, letting them drop to pool around Randy’s feet.
Randy’s hands laced together behind John’s head, trying to urge him on. John reached into the band of Randy’s underwear, pulling Randy’s semi-hard dick out over the top. He stroked it, back and forth, working on bringing it to full hardness. It didn’t take long.
John pulled Randy’s briefs down, where they now joined Randy’s pants around his ankles. He leaned in, licking the very tip of Randy’s dick, lapping up drops of precum. His hands were holding onto Randy’s ass, massaging them as his mouth worked over the front.
Suddenly, he took the whole of Randy into his mouth, drawing a moan out of Randy. John hummed, dick still inside his mouth, and he could feel the waves of pleasure coursing throughout Randy’s body. He pulled back, letting the flat of his tongue run along the underside of Randy’s cock.
When he removed his mouth completely, Randy let out a whimper, loving the feel of John sucking and licking his dick. Oh, but then John took him in his hand, and took one of his balls into his mouth. That elicited yet another moan from Randy. John stroked as he sucked on Randy’s ball. His thumb swirled over the sensitive head of Randy’s aching cock.
John let it drop from his mouth, returning his attention back to Randy’s dick. Again, he dropped down, taking all of him into his mouth. He let his hands stroke up and down Randy’s legs, roaming over taut muscles, sometimes grabbing onto his ass, sometimes just letting his fingertips graze. He ran a single finger along the crack of Randy’s ass while his head bobbed up and down.
Once he started teasing Randy’s opening, he felt Randy stiffen, and knew he was close to climax. His pace sped up, and when his finger slipped inside, Randy cried out, “God, John,” as he began to come. John swallowed down everything Randy had to offer, not pulling back until Randy was completely spent.
While he was still on his knees, he pulled Randy’s briefs and pants back up, even taking care to zip and button them back up. He stood to find Randy smirking at him. “What?”
“Blowjobs, now there’s something for a person to be thankful for.”
“Blowjobs from John Cena, now there’s something for a person to be thankful for.”
“They haven’t lived until they’ve gotten one from Randy Orton.”
John smiled, kissing Randy and wrapping his arm around his back, “Handsome, yet extraordinarily egotistical husbands, now there’s something I can be thankful for.”
“Alright, I can live with that.” He gave John another brief kiss before adding, “Love you, John.”
“Love you, too, Randy.”