Finally, some more John/Randy...
This is set after this Monday's show. Yeah, it's Saturday mor... afternoon. Oops. Anyway, Randy's not a happy camper. And this is why John was the only one insane enough to marry the guy.
Randy sat in the locker room, staring at the wall in front of him as he waited for John to finish up his match with Chris. Cody tried talking to him, but he was having none of it. “Randy, what’s going on?” Cody asked him when they got back there after their “beat down” from Shane.
“Fuck off,” Randy said, cutting off any further discussion.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Cody retorted, not expecting Randy to cuss him out over a simple question.
“What part of fuck off did you not understand? Can’t you comprehend two goddamn words?”
“Quit your PMSing,” he flung back, to which Randy replied with his middle finger. Confused and more than a little pissed off, Cody glared at Randy, grabbed his things and left the room without a further word to Randy. Ted did the same, keeping quiet the entire time, not wanting to get in the middle of things. He and Cody took off, calling the hotel along the way to see if they had an available room for them. That way they wouldn’t have to deal with Randy that night.
When John arrived back in the locker room he saw Randy in the same spot staring at the same wall. “Where are-” John started, but was cut off when Randy held up his hand, stopping him.
“Shut up… And they left,” Randy added, answering John’s question.
John continued to talk despite Randy’s previous comment, “They left? Dude, we were fucking rooming together, remember?”
“They can deal. Shit, is it that hard to get a taxi? Fuck.”
“What’s your fucking problem? I know Ted and Cody didn’t just leave, what the hell did you say to them?”
Randy huffed and stood up. He turned to face John, his steely persona coming though in his eyes. “I told Cody to fuck off.”
“You told him to fuck off after what happened last night?”
“Last night doesn’t enter into it. We had sex, life moves on, and now we’re at tonight.”
“First off, Cody probably thinks that he broke off our marriage, or some shit like that, and second, is that what you’re so pissed off about? Tonight?”
Ignoring the first comment, Randy went straight to answer the second one, “What the fuck else would I be so pissed off about? Did you watch that? On live television, they tried to play off a forty year old man kicking my ass. And I had to sell it.” He started walking around the locker room, pacing back and forth and spouting off his mouth as John’s eyes followed him the entire time. “I had to sell that. Me. I’m Randy Orton, I have Ted and Cody, yet all three of us can’t take on Shane? Who the hell are they trying to fool? No one’s gonna buy that crap.”
John sat down on a bench, letting Randy shout it out. That was, he learned, the only way to deal with him. He wasn’t paying much attention, just nodded and agreed when necessary. It went on that way for several minutes and Randy didn’t stop when someone would enter the room. If he so much as suspected someone of rolling their eyes, he would turn his stony gaze to them, piercing them with his glare. “Are you done yet?” John asked, earning him a shooting glance from Randy.
“What?”
“I’d like to leave before they shut the place down for the night. So can you hurry your ass up?”
“Fuck you, too,” Randy spat.
“Oh, quit your damn bitching. I’m not getting in a fucking car with you like this. So, I suggest you pull your head out of your ass and remember what they taught you at your thirty-thousand dollar anger management sessions.”
Randy didn’t say anything back. As badly as he wanted to, he stayed silent. He let himself fume on the inside. He grabbed his bag off the floor and stormed out the doors. John had the car keys in his bag which he locked up. And John flat out refused to tell Randy the combo just incase something like this were to happen he would still have a car to ride in.
They were both dreading the car ride, knowing it would be a long one. And it was. It was miserable for the both of them, because Randy sat in silence and John kept prodding him with questions and telling him that he shouldn’t be so angry. “It’s only a storyline you know. Not everyone ends up in the best storylines. I had my kidney stabbed in a bar fight, remember that one?” John was hoping for laugh, or at least a hint of a smile, hell, a hint of a smirk. But there was nothing. “Christ, Randy, no one’s gonna think any less of you because Shane “kicked your ass,”” John said, emphasizing his words with air quotes. “You knew about this going into it. Why the hell is it such a big deal now?” He finally reached the parking lot and found a spot. While John retrieved his things from the trunk, Randy remained seated in the car. John walked around to the passenger side and knocked on the window, shouting, “You’re gonna have to get out at some point.”
Randy opened the door and planted both feet on the ground. He slowly slid out of the car and went around to the back to grab his things. They made their way to the room; Randy looked like he was going to burst if he didn’t say something soon. As soon as the door shut, Randy finally spoke, “I know it’s a fucking storyline, but fucking CHRIST! It’s the most fucking dumbass shit, I swear to fucking God. What the fuck were they thinking with this one? Hello, biggest heel in the company right here with the backup to prove it, and then all three of us get “beat up” by Shane? I don’t care if Shane’s a great guy, that’s not the fucking point! I looked like his bitch out there. Don’t you tell me that no one will think less of me for that because, shit, they will. I know you it, you know it, I don’t… Fuckers.”
“Randy, this is your job. Get over yourself. You’re still getting a pretty paycheck last I knew.”
“Whoopdy-fuckin-do.”
“Randy,” John started again, making sure to say his name before every sentence, “it’s a storyline. You knew you’d have to do this before it happened, why the hell are you so pissed off about it now?”
“Just because I knew it was happening doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it. I knew it was gonna happen, but having it actually… Having it all go down...” Randy took a deep breath, trying to calm down, to clear his mind. It was all a show; he shouldn’t be taking things this personally. It was a show. It was just a show. “Shit.”
John knew that Randy was starting to mellow out, well, as much as Randy could ever mellow. That’s when he said, “And you should apologize to Cody.”
“What for?”
“Because you were a goddamn asshole, that’s what for. Jesus.” John and Randy locked eyes.
Finally, Randy sighed and shut his eyes. “Fine. Fine, I’ll apologize to Cody.” He picked up his cell and dialed in Cody’s number. The phone rang a couple times before he heard Cody’s voice on the other end.
“What the fuck do you want?” Cody asked, not too happy about talking to Randy at the moment. That and he was in the process of stripping Ted out of his clothing. Ted had told him not to even bother looking at the phone, but Cody insisted it could be important. Fearing for the worst, he had already switched gears out of sex mode, which pissed him off even further when he answered.
“I’m sorry,” Randy said, putting no emphasis on his words at all.
“Oh, like I believe that. I don’t know what the hell I did that pissed you off, but I don’t want to hear anything from you until I can actually believe the words that are coming out of your mouth.”
“Fine, you don’t have to believe-”
John grabbed the phone out of Randy’s hand and started talking to Cody himself, “Cody? Yeah, it’s John. Look, he’s pissed off-”
“I noticed. What the hell did I do? Is he angry because we had sex? Look, if that’s why he’s so pissed then I’m so fucking sorry. John, I didn’t mean to do this to you guys. It was so stupid of me to think things would be ok between us after that,” Cody said, getting himself worked up over this. Ted sat next to him, running his hand over his back, telling him that he didn’t do anything.
John reassured him that he wasn’t the reason behind Randy’s tantrum, “Dude, it’s not you. I told him,” John said, staring straight at Randy, “that you would think you broke us up, or something. That’s why I wanted him to call you, so he could tell you that he was sorry for snapping at you because he’s pissed at where the storyline was going, not with you personally.”
“Look, John, while I believe what you’re saying, it doesn’t mean anything. It has to come from him, and I have to hear him say it and actually know that he means it.”
“I can understand that. He says he appreciates me talking to him, but he’s not gonna believe it until you say it.” John held the phone out for Randy to take, hoping that he would explain himself to Cody.
Randy finally took the phone and started speaking, “Look, I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I got mad and you were the first one to get in my way. So, I snapped at you. Don’t take things personally, ok? It was… Really stupid of me to react the way I did. Just… Don’t think that I hate you, or something, because I don’t. I overreacted to something stupid; it has nothing to do with last night.”
“Ok, I appreciate that, yeah, but do you know how lucky Ted and I got? We were actually able to get a room at the hotel because, oh, we’re supposed to be together on Mondays, that’s right. Then we had to bum a ride with someone because, oh yeah, we ride together, too.”
“Shit,” Randy said, rubbing his palm over his forehead. “I’m so sorry. To you and Teddy. I didn’t mean to take things out on you, I really didn’t. When we head out tomorrow we can talk everything else out in the car, right? I’m gonna let you go, get back to Teddy, because I’m sure I interrupted something over there.”
“Wha… I… No… How… Ok,” was all Cody could manage to say. How did Randy always manage to do that to him? Even when he was pissed off, Randy still managed to say something that would leave him stunned. And he couldn’t help but grin. “Ok, you caught me.”
A small smile appeared on Randy’s face at what Cody had just said. That caused an even bigger smile to grow on John’s. “Ok, we’ll talk later. Sorry if I caught you in the middle of a blow job, or, heaven forbid, sex. Although I don’t know if even a phone call from me could tear you away from Teddy’s ass.”
“Holy shit,” a shocked Cody blurted out, not expecting that comment.
“What?” Ted asked.
Cody just shook his head and said, “I’ll tell you later. Ok, Randy, I guess we’re good for now. Next time you wanna shout at someone, though, don’t do it at me unless there’s a damn good reason. And a damn good reason doesn’t include ‘well, you were there.’ Ok?”
“Alright. Look, I’m sorry about blowing up. It won’t happen again. Or, at least, I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Now, go have crazy passionate sex with Ted.”
“I will. And the same goes for you and John. Goodnight.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that. Goodnight.” And with that, they hung up. “Happy now?”
“Very,” John answered. “That went well at the end there, didn’t it?”
“It did.”
“You calmed down a lot.”
“I did.”
“What are you so sure about?” John asked, referring back to the conversation.
Randy smirked and sat on the bed, draping his arm over John’s shoulder and one leg over John’s. “Cody said same for us when I told him to have crazy passionate sex with Ted.”
“Oh, you’re sure of that?”
“Of course. Hello, are you really gonna turn down this gorgeous specimen in front of you? I mean, you’re rock hard and you obviously want me to flip you over onto your hands and knees and fuck you.”
“Do I?” John asked, skimming his hand under Randy’s shirt over his back.
Randy leaned down and licked along John’s jaw line. He then whispered lightly into John’s ear, “Oh, you do. You want my giant cock deep inside your ass.”
John shut his eyes, turning his head to the side so his lips connected with Randy’s. His hand continued its journey over Randy’s back and his other hand slid onto Randy’s dick. He kept contact with Randy’s lips as he spoke, “God, yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. Now.”
That was enough for Randy. He pushed John backwards, straddling his hips. He pulled John’s shirt over his head, then removed his own. John was removing his pants and boxers while Randy slid his sweats and trunks off. Both men were now naked on the bed, staring at one another. Randy took hold of John’s dick with one hand while the other grazed over his chest. “You ready for me?”
“What do you think?” John asked, blatantly staring down at his dick in Randy’s hand.
“That looks like a yes to me.” He pushed on the back of John’s shoulders, who obliged in rolling over for him.
“Want you now,” John said, sticking his ass into the air. He turned his head to look at Randy. “Now.”
Randy smirked, running his hand over his cock to slick it up with the leaking precum and his own spit. He held his dick against John’s ass, sliding it along John’s crack. Knowing what was coming, John buried his head into a pillow, not wanting to be too loud when Randy entered him. Finally, he aligned himself with John’s hole and pushed himself in. John let out a cry because it was painful. No prep and no lube, but he was the one that asked for it.
“Fuck, John, you’re so tight,” Randy said with his dick completely sheathed within John’s ass. “Feels so good.” He pulled back then drove himself forward, slamming in deep. Randy’s hands were gripping onto John’s hips, the hold like a vice. He pulled back on John’s hips to accentuate his own hip action.
With each thrust of Randy’s dick, the pain dissipated slightly. And Randy was relentless; he would be completely buried inside John and would then immediately draw his hips back and slam in once more.
One thing was always guaranteed when Randy’s temper flared: amazing sex. Any aggression he couldn’t shout out was added to each and every thrust of his hips. He drove his hips forward with so much force, slamming John further into the pillow. John rocked back and forth, going with the motions as Randy pulled him back.
Randy bent over, leaning into John’s shoulder. He grazed his teeth along it, nipping at John from time to time. When he reached the juncture of John’s neck and shoulder, he bit harder. He then licked his tongue along the faint teeth marks and placed a kiss on the spot. “Fuuuuck,” John cried out, lifting his head out of the pillow. His rotated his head to face Randy and again their lips met. His mouth opened instantly for Randy’s tongue. When Randy hit his prostate, his moan got lost in Randy’s mouth. When he hit it again and again, their lips stayed sealed together.
And when Randy began to come deep inside of John, they kept on kissing. When John started to shoot onto the sheets, they never broke the kiss. When Randy collapsed onto John, their tongues continued to tangle together.
It was finally Randy that pulled back from their kiss. He reached down and removed his dick from John’s ass and stared right into John’s eyes. He smirked when he saw a similar smirk on John’s lips, “What?”
John answered, “You should get angry more often, because that was… Wow.”
“I know. You could always try punching me in the face, that’d piss me off pretty bad.”
“And you’d retaliate by having mind blowing sex? Yeah, I don’t think so, you’d punch me right back.”
“Then all our physical contact would lead to on the spot sex. Don’t deny it. It’s happened before.”
“As long as it doesn’t happen when we’re wrestling live in front of tens of thousands of people at WrestleMania.”
“It’d be a WrestleMania to remember, though.”
“That’s for damn sure.”
Randy sat in the locker room, staring at the wall in front of him as he waited for John to finish up his match with Chris. Cody tried talking to him, but he was having none of it. “Randy, what’s going on?” Cody asked him when they got back there after their “beat down” from Shane.
“Fuck off,” Randy said, cutting off any further discussion.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Cody retorted, not expecting Randy to cuss him out over a simple question.
“What part of fuck off did you not understand? Can’t you comprehend two goddamn words?”
“Quit your PMSing,” he flung back, to which Randy replied with his middle finger. Confused and more than a little pissed off, Cody glared at Randy, grabbed his things and left the room without a further word to Randy. Ted did the same, keeping quiet the entire time, not wanting to get in the middle of things. He and Cody took off, calling the hotel along the way to see if they had an available room for them. That way they wouldn’t have to deal with Randy that night.
When John arrived back in the locker room he saw Randy in the same spot staring at the same wall. “Where are-” John started, but was cut off when Randy held up his hand, stopping him.
“Shut up… And they left,” Randy added, answering John’s question.
John continued to talk despite Randy’s previous comment, “They left? Dude, we were fucking rooming together, remember?”
“They can deal. Shit, is it that hard to get a taxi? Fuck.”
“What’s your fucking problem? I know Ted and Cody didn’t just leave, what the hell did you say to them?”
Randy huffed and stood up. He turned to face John, his steely persona coming though in his eyes. “I told Cody to fuck off.”
“You told him to fuck off after what happened last night?”
“Last night doesn’t enter into it. We had sex, life moves on, and now we’re at tonight.”
“First off, Cody probably thinks that he broke off our marriage, or some shit like that, and second, is that what you’re so pissed off about? Tonight?”
Ignoring the first comment, Randy went straight to answer the second one, “What the fuck else would I be so pissed off about? Did you watch that? On live television, they tried to play off a forty year old man kicking my ass. And I had to sell it.” He started walking around the locker room, pacing back and forth and spouting off his mouth as John’s eyes followed him the entire time. “I had to sell that. Me. I’m Randy Orton, I have Ted and Cody, yet all three of us can’t take on Shane? Who the hell are they trying to fool? No one’s gonna buy that crap.”
John sat down on a bench, letting Randy shout it out. That was, he learned, the only way to deal with him. He wasn’t paying much attention, just nodded and agreed when necessary. It went on that way for several minutes and Randy didn’t stop when someone would enter the room. If he so much as suspected someone of rolling their eyes, he would turn his stony gaze to them, piercing them with his glare. “Are you done yet?” John asked, earning him a shooting glance from Randy.
“What?”
“I’d like to leave before they shut the place down for the night. So can you hurry your ass up?”
“Fuck you, too,” Randy spat.
“Oh, quit your damn bitching. I’m not getting in a fucking car with you like this. So, I suggest you pull your head out of your ass and remember what they taught you at your thirty-thousand dollar anger management sessions.”
Randy didn’t say anything back. As badly as he wanted to, he stayed silent. He let himself fume on the inside. He grabbed his bag off the floor and stormed out the doors. John had the car keys in his bag which he locked up. And John flat out refused to tell Randy the combo just incase something like this were to happen he would still have a car to ride in.
They were both dreading the car ride, knowing it would be a long one. And it was. It was miserable for the both of them, because Randy sat in silence and John kept prodding him with questions and telling him that he shouldn’t be so angry. “It’s only a storyline you know. Not everyone ends up in the best storylines. I had my kidney stabbed in a bar fight, remember that one?” John was hoping for laugh, or at least a hint of a smile, hell, a hint of a smirk. But there was nothing. “Christ, Randy, no one’s gonna think any less of you because Shane “kicked your ass,”” John said, emphasizing his words with air quotes. “You knew about this going into it. Why the hell is it such a big deal now?” He finally reached the parking lot and found a spot. While John retrieved his things from the trunk, Randy remained seated in the car. John walked around to the passenger side and knocked on the window, shouting, “You’re gonna have to get out at some point.”
Randy opened the door and planted both feet on the ground. He slowly slid out of the car and went around to the back to grab his things. They made their way to the room; Randy looked like he was going to burst if he didn’t say something soon. As soon as the door shut, Randy finally spoke, “I know it’s a fucking storyline, but fucking CHRIST! It’s the most fucking dumbass shit, I swear to fucking God. What the fuck were they thinking with this one? Hello, biggest heel in the company right here with the backup to prove it, and then all three of us get “beat up” by Shane? I don’t care if Shane’s a great guy, that’s not the fucking point! I looked like his bitch out there. Don’t you tell me that no one will think less of me for that because, shit, they will. I know you it, you know it, I don’t… Fuckers.”
“Randy, this is your job. Get over yourself. You’re still getting a pretty paycheck last I knew.”
“Whoopdy-fuckin-do.”
“Randy,” John started again, making sure to say his name before every sentence, “it’s a storyline. You knew you’d have to do this before it happened, why the hell are you so pissed off about it now?”
“Just because I knew it was happening doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it. I knew it was gonna happen, but having it actually… Having it all go down...” Randy took a deep breath, trying to calm down, to clear his mind. It was all a show; he shouldn’t be taking things this personally. It was a show. It was just a show. “Shit.”
John knew that Randy was starting to mellow out, well, as much as Randy could ever mellow. That’s when he said, “And you should apologize to Cody.”
“What for?”
“Because you were a goddamn asshole, that’s what for. Jesus.” John and Randy locked eyes.
Finally, Randy sighed and shut his eyes. “Fine. Fine, I’ll apologize to Cody.” He picked up his cell and dialed in Cody’s number. The phone rang a couple times before he heard Cody’s voice on the other end.
“What the fuck do you want?” Cody asked, not too happy about talking to Randy at the moment. That and he was in the process of stripping Ted out of his clothing. Ted had told him not to even bother looking at the phone, but Cody insisted it could be important. Fearing for the worst, he had already switched gears out of sex mode, which pissed him off even further when he answered.
“I’m sorry,” Randy said, putting no emphasis on his words at all.
“Oh, like I believe that. I don’t know what the hell I did that pissed you off, but I don’t want to hear anything from you until I can actually believe the words that are coming out of your mouth.”
“Fine, you don’t have to believe-”
John grabbed the phone out of Randy’s hand and started talking to Cody himself, “Cody? Yeah, it’s John. Look, he’s pissed off-”
“I noticed. What the hell did I do? Is he angry because we had sex? Look, if that’s why he’s so pissed then I’m so fucking sorry. John, I didn’t mean to do this to you guys. It was so stupid of me to think things would be ok between us after that,” Cody said, getting himself worked up over this. Ted sat next to him, running his hand over his back, telling him that he didn’t do anything.
John reassured him that he wasn’t the reason behind Randy’s tantrum, “Dude, it’s not you. I told him,” John said, staring straight at Randy, “that you would think you broke us up, or something. That’s why I wanted him to call you, so he could tell you that he was sorry for snapping at you because he’s pissed at where the storyline was going, not with you personally.”
“Look, John, while I believe what you’re saying, it doesn’t mean anything. It has to come from him, and I have to hear him say it and actually know that he means it.”
“I can understand that. He says he appreciates me talking to him, but he’s not gonna believe it until you say it.” John held the phone out for Randy to take, hoping that he would explain himself to Cody.
Randy finally took the phone and started speaking, “Look, I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I got mad and you were the first one to get in my way. So, I snapped at you. Don’t take things personally, ok? It was… Really stupid of me to react the way I did. Just… Don’t think that I hate you, or something, because I don’t. I overreacted to something stupid; it has nothing to do with last night.”
“Ok, I appreciate that, yeah, but do you know how lucky Ted and I got? We were actually able to get a room at the hotel because, oh, we’re supposed to be together on Mondays, that’s right. Then we had to bum a ride with someone because, oh yeah, we ride together, too.”
“Shit,” Randy said, rubbing his palm over his forehead. “I’m so sorry. To you and Teddy. I didn’t mean to take things out on you, I really didn’t. When we head out tomorrow we can talk everything else out in the car, right? I’m gonna let you go, get back to Teddy, because I’m sure I interrupted something over there.”
“Wha… I… No… How… Ok,” was all Cody could manage to say. How did Randy always manage to do that to him? Even when he was pissed off, Randy still managed to say something that would leave him stunned. And he couldn’t help but grin. “Ok, you caught me.”
A small smile appeared on Randy’s face at what Cody had just said. That caused an even bigger smile to grow on John’s. “Ok, we’ll talk later. Sorry if I caught you in the middle of a blow job, or, heaven forbid, sex. Although I don’t know if even a phone call from me could tear you away from Teddy’s ass.”
“Holy shit,” a shocked Cody blurted out, not expecting that comment.
“What?” Ted asked.
Cody just shook his head and said, “I’ll tell you later. Ok, Randy, I guess we’re good for now. Next time you wanna shout at someone, though, don’t do it at me unless there’s a damn good reason. And a damn good reason doesn’t include ‘well, you were there.’ Ok?”
“Alright. Look, I’m sorry about blowing up. It won’t happen again. Or, at least, I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Now, go have crazy passionate sex with Ted.”
“I will. And the same goes for you and John. Goodnight.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that. Goodnight.” And with that, they hung up. “Happy now?”
“Very,” John answered. “That went well at the end there, didn’t it?”
“It did.”
“You calmed down a lot.”
“I did.”
“What are you so sure about?” John asked, referring back to the conversation.
Randy smirked and sat on the bed, draping his arm over John’s shoulder and one leg over John’s. “Cody said same for us when I told him to have crazy passionate sex with Ted.”
“Oh, you’re sure of that?”
“Of course. Hello, are you really gonna turn down this gorgeous specimen in front of you? I mean, you’re rock hard and you obviously want me to flip you over onto your hands and knees and fuck you.”
“Do I?” John asked, skimming his hand under Randy’s shirt over his back.
Randy leaned down and licked along John’s jaw line. He then whispered lightly into John’s ear, “Oh, you do. You want my giant cock deep inside your ass.”
John shut his eyes, turning his head to the side so his lips connected with Randy’s. His hand continued its journey over Randy’s back and his other hand slid onto Randy’s dick. He kept contact with Randy’s lips as he spoke, “God, yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. Now.”
That was enough for Randy. He pushed John backwards, straddling his hips. He pulled John’s shirt over his head, then removed his own. John was removing his pants and boxers while Randy slid his sweats and trunks off. Both men were now naked on the bed, staring at one another. Randy took hold of John’s dick with one hand while the other grazed over his chest. “You ready for me?”
“What do you think?” John asked, blatantly staring down at his dick in Randy’s hand.
“That looks like a yes to me.” He pushed on the back of John’s shoulders, who obliged in rolling over for him.
“Want you now,” John said, sticking his ass into the air. He turned his head to look at Randy. “Now.”
Randy smirked, running his hand over his cock to slick it up with the leaking precum and his own spit. He held his dick against John’s ass, sliding it along John’s crack. Knowing what was coming, John buried his head into a pillow, not wanting to be too loud when Randy entered him. Finally, he aligned himself with John’s hole and pushed himself in. John let out a cry because it was painful. No prep and no lube, but he was the one that asked for it.
“Fuck, John, you’re so tight,” Randy said with his dick completely sheathed within John’s ass. “Feels so good.” He pulled back then drove himself forward, slamming in deep. Randy’s hands were gripping onto John’s hips, the hold like a vice. He pulled back on John’s hips to accentuate his own hip action.
With each thrust of Randy’s dick, the pain dissipated slightly. And Randy was relentless; he would be completely buried inside John and would then immediately draw his hips back and slam in once more.
One thing was always guaranteed when Randy’s temper flared: amazing sex. Any aggression he couldn’t shout out was added to each and every thrust of his hips. He drove his hips forward with so much force, slamming John further into the pillow. John rocked back and forth, going with the motions as Randy pulled him back.
Randy bent over, leaning into John’s shoulder. He grazed his teeth along it, nipping at John from time to time. When he reached the juncture of John’s neck and shoulder, he bit harder. He then licked his tongue along the faint teeth marks and placed a kiss on the spot. “Fuuuuck,” John cried out, lifting his head out of the pillow. His rotated his head to face Randy and again their lips met. His mouth opened instantly for Randy’s tongue. When Randy hit his prostate, his moan got lost in Randy’s mouth. When he hit it again and again, their lips stayed sealed together.
And when Randy began to come deep inside of John, they kept on kissing. When John started to shoot onto the sheets, they never broke the kiss. When Randy collapsed onto John, their tongues continued to tangle together.
It was finally Randy that pulled back from their kiss. He reached down and removed his dick from John’s ass and stared right into John’s eyes. He smirked when he saw a similar smirk on John’s lips, “What?”
John answered, “You should get angry more often, because that was… Wow.”
“I know. You could always try punching me in the face, that’d piss me off pretty bad.”
“And you’d retaliate by having mind blowing sex? Yeah, I don’t think so, you’d punch me right back.”
“Then all our physical contact would lead to on the spot sex. Don’t deny it. It’s happened before.”
“As long as it doesn’t happen when we’re wrestling live in front of tens of thousands of people at WrestleMania.”
“It’d be a WrestleMania to remember, though.”
“That’s for damn sure.”