First of two fics for today
This was written for the wwegirls fic exchange, so if you've seen it already, feel free to skip. :D
Title: Let the Good Times Roll
Pairing: John/Randy with Ted/Cody cuteness
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Halloween costume party
Disclaimer: They all belong to Vince
Warning: Lots of swearing. Maybe a slight kink? Nothing too crazy, considering they brought it on themselves…
John and Randy arrived home after being away on tour for over a week, and after they dumped the content of their clothing bags out, Randy looked out of the corner of his eye and pushed his dirty laundry onto the pile sitting in front of John, earning him a glare. “What? Don’t give me that look. I have to get the mail. You can take care of that.”
“You’re leaving me with a week’s worth of clothing so you-”
“So I can get a week’s worth of mail.”
“Asshole,” John muttered, throwing up his middle finger.
Randy, without so much as turning his head around, returned the gesture as he walked outside to the mailbox.
John grinned at Randy’s retreating back as he continued to load both of their clothes into the washing machine.
Opening the mailbox, Randy grabbed a handful of letters and started flipping through them as he headed up the driveway. “John, John… shit, another one for John’s dad, me, current resident…” He stopped when he saw one addressed to both himself and John, no return address, just a name, Dave Bautista, scrawled across the top left corner. Heading up the steps and inside the house, Randy took the massive pile of mail with him back to the laundry room.
John blinked as Randy dropped everything in his hands on top of the dryer. “The fuck’s all that?”
“Mail.”
“No shit. You sort through it yet?” John asked as he fanned out the mail across the metal surface.
“Does it look like I have?”
“Ass.”
“Did take one out that was for your dad, though. And we got something from Dave.”
“Where’s the one for my dad?” Randy handed the phone bill over and John took it, saying, “Ok, I’ll have to bring this over to him. Needed to see them, anyway. Now what was that about Dave?”
“That we got something from him.”
“What is it?”
“I dunno. I haven’t actually opened it yet.” He wasted little time tearing it open, starting at the corner and managing to rip down the front of the envelope. “Oops,” he said as he tore through the stamp. He then removed the card and said, “He’s having a Halloween party.”
“A Halloween party?”
“Yup. And he said ‘You two jackasses better wear costumes.’”
“It does not actually say that.” John grabbed the invite from Randy’s hands and read for himself. “Well, fuck me-”
“Now?”
“One track mind, much?”
“You wouldn’t have said it if you weren’t thinkin’ it.”
John shrugged, finding no fault in Randy’s logic, but changed the subject anyway. “Any thoughts about what we should wear?”
“Yeah, I got one. I’ll go find one of your old Ruck Fules shirts, throw on some jean shorts and a baseball cap, backwards, of course, and get one of your… spinny things, and go as an old school John Cena. How’s that sound? Oh, and you… You should dress up as a bottle of Gillette shaving cream. You’re so far up their asses as it is, what’s a little more promotion?”
“Fuck. You.”
“Funny, didn’t you want it the other way around just thirty seconds ago?”
“You’re such-”
“An asshole, why did I marry you in the first place?” Randy finished. “I shouldn’t have to listen to you ask yourself this question multiple times during the day. What I should be hearing is Randy, you’re the greatest man alive, not only are you smart and funny, but you’ve got the build of a Greek God. Randy, you’re perfection personified, and I couldn’t possibly think of a better man to spend the rest of my life with. Shit like that is so much nicer than you’re such an asshole.”
“I’ll work on it. You got any other ideas?”
“I do, actually. I’ll get myself an orange prison jumpsuit,” Randy started, moving around John until he was standing behind him. He let his hands slide up John’s back and over his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around John’s neck, taking hold of his own wrists and resting his chin on John’s shoulder in a kind of hug. “I’ll slap some numbers on it, Oz style, and you dress up as a cop, I know you snagged some clothes from that movie of yours, and you can be my correctional officer.”
John rolled his eyes at ‘that movie of yours,’ but he had to admit this idea intrigued him. It most certainly had potential. He brought his hands up to grab onto Randy’s and tilted his head slightly to his left, leaning it against Randy’s. “See, now that’s an idea that could work.”
“I told you I’d come up with something. Unless you do want to go as each other.”
“I’m not going to a party in your Orton panties.”
“Right, that’s just for when we’re home. It’s ok, though, I know I wear them better than you, anyway.”
“And that’s why I’ll leave that to you.”
“So, are we decided? Are we doing this?”
“Why do you always get to be the bad guy?” John asked.
“Because it suits me better. Honestly, can you see me as a cop? Didn’t think so,” Randy answered before John had time to so much as open his mouth. “Looks like we’re all set.”
“Ok, then,” John said, turning his head to the side, and Randy did the same. He brought their lips together in a brief kiss before adding, “We’re all set.”
Finally the day of the party arrived, and the guys had been in Florida since the day before. “Ya know, this is really counterproductive. We have to come down here for what? A fucking Halloween party. It’s not like we were just here a couple weeks ago, or anything. And, where is our next show? Mass. Where do we live? Mass,” Randy said as soon as they were on the way to Dave’s house.
“And you’re the one that’s always bitching about Mass, so you, of all people, should be happy we’re gone for a while. Where is this all coming from, anyway? You weren’t complaining yesterday. Or this morning.”
“Just… thinkin’ about it, is all… And I felt like I needed something to complain about.”
“Sometimes I really don’t understand your Orton logic…” Changing the subject, John went on, “So, you wanna walk in there with your hands cuffed behind your back?”
“Do you want to drag me around on a leash, too?”
“Wrong kinda party.”
“Sure.”
“Sure?”
“Gotta make an entrance, right?”
“Damn straight.” John pulled into Dave’s driveway, noting he had really outdone himself with this one. He had Halloween decorations scattered everywhere, but they didn’t look tacky, nor did it look like he tried too hard to make it look good. He switched off the car and the pair stepped out.
Randy slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against the car, waiting for John to walk around the front. As John rounded the car, he held his arms out in front of him and raised an eyebrow. “Well?”
John smirked and took the handcuffs off his belt, opening them up and slapping them onto Randy’s wrists. He grazed his eyes up and down over Randy’s frame, taking in the sight of Randy in this bright orange jumpsuit, a couple numbers stitched onto the front, and now add in the handcuffs, and he looked the part of a prisoner straight out of Oz. “Perfect.”
“As if you were expecting anything less.”
“Now move,” John said, pushing forward on one of Randy’s shoulders, causing the other man to stumble slightly with the loss of balance, unable to use his hands to steady himself.
“Shit head,” he cursed, but walked towards the door, anyway.
John followed behind, giving little shoves just to see what kind of reactions Randy would have. Finally, as they were just about to walk up the front steps, Randy stopped and turned his head. “I swear to fucking God, Buddha, Zeus, who the fuck ever, that if you push me up the stairs, I will hurt you.”
In response, John raised his hands saying, “I won’t do nothin’.”
“Double negative. Say it using proper English so I can be sure.”
John rolled his eyes, but said, “I promise I will not do anything. Happy now?”
“Yup.” Randy took his first step up, glancing back at John before taking his second. “You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna open the door for me?”
“You can still use your hands.” When Randy glared at him, he countered, “It’s true, man. Your hands are in working form in front of your body and all. I think you can open the door.”
“You’re such an ass, you know that?”
“That’s no way to speak to an officer of the law.”
Randy reached for the door handle, naturally going to use his right hand, but he was forced to move his left hand up, the cuffs cutting off his range of motion. He headed inside, followed closely by John, and were instantly greeted by several people, all dressed up, some with elaborate costumes, others much simpler. They saw Maryse done up as Marie Antoinette and Beth made for a great Flapper.
They took in the atmosphere, dimmed lights and black lights seemed to be the norm for tonight. They could see Halloween decorations throughout the place, not the tacky kiddy glowing skeletons or anything like that. It all worked together to add to the overall feel, not detract. Yeah, Dave had really managed to outdo himself with this little shindig.
“Nice of you two to show up,” Dave said, looking the pair over. “So aptly dressed, at that.”
“Yeah, doesn’t John have the look of a bachelorette party stripper down? From here on out you’ll be known as Officer Kumkwik.”
“Fucker.”
“It never stops with you two, does it?”
“No,” the pair answered at the same time.
“Have fun, then. Grab some food, there are drinks and shit over there,” he said pointing to his left towards a table with a nice looking spread.
“Woah, what the fuck is that?” Randy asked, raising both hands to point to the far end of the table. There was a bowl sitting under a black light whose contents were literally glowing green.
Dave started walking towards it, grinning. “That is Monster and vodka.”
“That shit is not normal,” John chimed in, hovering his head over the bowl, staring at it further.
“That’s why it was perfect.”
“Dave,” Randy began, “it glows under a black light. Nothing, except white and neon clothes, is supposed to glow under black light.”
“Tastes fuckin’ great, though,” he said as he poured himself a cup.
“John… Tell him again that that shit’s not normal.”
“Dave… This shit ain’t right. There’s a lotta shit that I’ll drink, lord knows I’ve had just about everything out there, but I ain’t goin’ anywhere near that. You enjoy that, I’ll enjoy not getting eaten from the inside out by that shit.”
“Your loss.”
“Whatever you say, dude. Got anything to drink that won’t make my insides glow?”
“Yeah, there are drinks in the kitchen.”
“Thanks, that’s right where we’ll be.”
John and Randy turned around, heading over to the kitchen, when, seemingly out of nowhere, Ted and Cody popped up in front of them. “There you guys are,” Cody said.
“We were wondering when you’d get here,” Ted told them, following them on their journey to the kitchen.
“Nice costumes. Bet that was a bit of a cop out, so to speak, wasn’t it John?”
“That’s Officer Kumkwik,” Randy butted in.
“Fuck off. It was his idea. For some reason he wanted to go as some convict outta Oz.” They arrived in the kitchen, and John found the cooler filled with drinks. He grabbed a beer for himself, then took out another one for Randy.
“Well, the look suits you, Randy. And I like the added touch with the handcuffs.”
“Thanks, Code. I’d say nice costumes for you, as well, but, uh, what the fuck are you supposed to be?”
“We’re the Spanish Inquisition,” Ted answered.
“Ah… I wasn’t expecting the Spanish Inquisition.”
John smirked. He could see it coming, Cody was just waiting to say it.
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
“Right…” He looked at John, raising in eyebrow in confusion.
“Christ, Randy, it’s a Monty Python thing. Get with the program,” Cody chided.
“Gotcha.”
“So, you gonna stay like that all night?” Teddy asked, grabbing the hanging metal between Randy’s wrists and pulling upwards on it, with no resistance from Randy.
“Who knows?”
“You call me Officer Kumkwik one more time and you won’t be gettin’ outta those cuffs any time soon,” John threatened. “Hey, catch,” he said just before he tossed the beer can at Randy.
Once again forgetting about the cuffs, Randy raised his right hand to catch the beer, but his left hand was dragged up, slowing him down, causing the can thud against his chest before he managed to catch it on its fall downwards.
“Slick,” Cody said.
“Yeah, Randy, real smooth,” Ted added.
“You two can fuck off now. Go do your Inquisition thing on someone else.” Randy held the beer can in his left hand just in front of his stomach, and popped the top with his right, sending suds cascading down his arms. “SHIT!”
“That’ll happen when carbonated drinks get tossed around, dumbass” Cody snarked.
“And now we’re leaving,” Ted said, grabbing Cody’s arm and dragging his boyfriend out of the room.
“Will it never end?”
“Your idea,” John told him. He set his own beer down and grabbed some paper towels, dropping them on the floor and moving them with his foot over the beer fizz that had fallen. He then grabbed the can from Randy’s hand and wiped it down before cleaning up Randy’s hands. “There, that’s better. Did you want me to take those off?”
“Officer Kumkwik,” was all Randy needed to say in reply.
“If you say so.” John smirked and grabbed both his and Randy’s drinks from the table, handing Randy’s back to him, which he finished off in one giant gulp, placing the empty can back down on the table.
“Back to the party.”
“Back to the party.” The pair left the kitchen, running into more people on their pass through the crowd.
“Hey guys,” they were greeted by John Hennigan.
“Hey, John. Thought we were supposed to get dressed up tonight,” Randy stated, noting John’s lack of apparent costume.
“I did.”
“And you’re supposed to be…?”
“Jim Morrison.”
“And Cody said my costume was a cop out. Melina around anywhere?”
“Yeah, she’s around. I think she found Maria and Mickie. So, how are you guys doing? Enjoying yourselves?”
“We’re great. Never better, really. And it’s a great party. You?”
“Good, good. How are things working out with, uh, those?” he asked Randy, pointing to his hands.
“That seems to be the question of the night. It’s a bitch. I’ll get used to it, though.”
“Sure you will.”
“I will,” Randy said, determined, before he turned away from the Johns and walked for the food.
“Stubborn bastard.”
“Some things never change,” John said, turning his head and smiling as he saw Randy grabbing some chips and carrots.
“I’m surprised you two ever manage to get anything accomplished, considering you’re both stubborn like that.”
“An argument every once in a while does the body good. And, well, there’s the sex.”
“And that’s where I’ll say see ya later. You know I think it’s great that you’re together, but no further details are needed. And I should go find Melina.”
John smirked and said, “Right. I’ll see you around.” He was about to turn to go meet Randy by the food, but a pair of arms were wrapped over his head, hands crossed over each other, palms pushing into his chest. John’s smirk grew into a full blown smile as he leaned back into the hold, bringing himself closer to Randy’s body. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
John dropped his head back into Randy’s shoulder, the urge to be even closer overwhelming him. He felt Randy’s hands separate and he slid his palms up John’s chest, thinking nothing of it until suddenly the hands were on his shoulders and the metal chain between the cuffs was pressing against his neck. “Randy, what are-?”
Randy increased the pressure on the chain slightly, just enough to get John’s attention. He bent forward and whispered, “You tell me you’re not enjoying it, and I’ll stop. I’ll have you take these off of me, and we can keep on mingling with everyone at the party.” He loosened the slack and saw John’s hand instinctually trace over his neck. “All I need is your say so, and I’ll back right the fuck off.”
Now able to breathe freely, John turned himself around in Randy’s arms, his hardening cock pressed soundly into Randy’s. “You better not even think of stopping.”
Randy raised his arms over and off of John, spotting Ted and Cody near them, looking at them. “Can I help you?”
“Nope.”
“Well, I’m afraid the show will have to be postponed slightly. Gotta take a piss.” While he said it, his eyes shifted to John’s and gave him a wink. Randy walked off in the direction of the bathroom, hoping that John would soon be following him.
When Cody looked away, John slipped off. He found the closest bathroom and prayed this was the one Randy went to. He turned the knob and discovered it was unlocked, and was relieved when he saw it was indeed Randy in there. Stepping inside, he shut and locked the door behind him.
Back out in the midst of the party, Cody started to ask, “Hey, John, what do you think…” until he turned around and saw that, well, John wasn’t there. “Where’d he go?”
Ted shrugged his shoulders. He hadn’t seen John take off either. He glanced at the food table and didn’t see him there. Scanning the crowd, he was unable to spot John anywhere. “You don’t think…”
“They wouldn’t. Not in Dave’s house. Would they?”
“Can we really put it past them?”
“Those fuckers.”
In the bathroom, Randy had John flat against the wall, his hands on John’s shoulders as he increased and decreased the pressure of the chain against John’s neck as he dropped kisses over his face. He also varied the time he pressed the chain into John’s throat, never for too long, but always enough for John to get a rush of air into his lungs and to his brain.
Finally dropping the chain altogether, Randy brought his lips to John’s, teasing his tongue around John’s lips, slipping inside as they parted. John then pushed on Randy’s shoulders, switching their positions and slamming Randy against the door in the process. He had his hands wrapped around Randy’s head, wanting to wrap his fingers into hair, but there was nothing there to latch onto, so his scalp had to suffice.
“How you feelin’ John?”
“Real good.”
Randy smirked and let his fallen hands fiddle with the buttons on John’s pants, slipping both hands down into John’s boxers when he had the pants pulled down over his hips. He had one hand wrapped firmly around John’s cock, the other cupping his balls, and the metal chain occasionally brushed over the sensitive skin. “How you feelin’ now, John?”
“You’re such a fuckin’ tease.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you want me to do, then?”
“Blow me.”
“Hey, you seen John or Randy?” Dave asked them, holding a plate of food in one hand and a glass of punch in the other.
“No,” Cody lied. “Not recently, anyway.” He glanced at Ted whose eyes had grown wide.
“I wanted to tell them something before I forgot. You have no idea where they got to?”
“Not a clue,” Ted answered.
“Hey, Dave?” Cody asked, trying to stall him from his search for John and Randy.
“Yeah?”
“What the shit is that?” He pointed to the cup that Dave held in his hand with its green glowing content.
“You haven’t seen it yet?”
“Well, I saw it; it is bright green, after all. Hard to miss.” Cody grabbed Ted’s wrist and dragged him over to the bowl that didn’t look like it had been touched all night. He picked up the ladle and held it close to his face, examining it and its glowiness under the black light. “So, what is it?” He lowered the ladle back down into the green liquid, casting a glance at Ted, a worried look on his face as though this substance could potentially eat through his skin if they came in physical contact.
“Monster and vodka.”
Cody merely blinked and tilted his head slightly. “You’re mixing an energy drink with alcohol? That shit is gonna fuck you up.”
“Why don’t you try some first? And while you’re doing that, I’m going to find John and Randy. Or either one of them.”
Ted elbowed Cody, both men going into panic mode. Keep Dave distracted. That was their mantra right now. There’s no way they could let him wander off to find John and Randy doing Lord knows what in his bathroom. Maybe they should, though. It’d serve them right for getting into shit in someone else’s house, that’s for damn sure. But, no, he couldn’t do that to either of them. It wasn’t in his nature. “Wouldn’t hurt to try it, right, Codes?” Ted asked him. He wished he had his camera on hand to capture forever on film the face that Cody made.
“Teddy, if I want my career to extend past the age of 25, I don’t dare touch that shit.”
“It’s not bad, guys,” Dave told them as he took a drink.
Ted leaned in to whisper into Cody’s ear, “Knock shit over.”
“Why don’t you try it first?” Cody asked. “Here, let me pour you some.” He let the sleeve of his shirt get caught on the ladle, sending it falling onto the floor, his body knocking into the table as he moved to catch it, spilling the punch bowl onto the other side in the process.
Cody was very pleased with his ability to cause a ruckus. Although he figured he and Ted would never be invited to Dave’s again.
Randy flipped John around once more so John’s back was now flush against the door. He dropped to his knees, and the instant he touched the floor, he pulled John’s pants over his hips, letting them fall to the floor around his feet, boxers soon to follow. He ran his hands along the smooth skin surround John’s dick, his fingers brushing against it occasionally. He splayed his hands out over John’s hips, stretching the limits of the cuffs, letting the cool metal chain slip under John’s balls.
A gasp of pleasure slipped from John’s lips and Randy reveled in the sound. He loved knowing that he was the one bring John such pleasure, that he was the one driving John to make these little noises. Finally, Randy dropped his head forward, but his mouth didn’t go near John’s dick. He had no intentions of giving John what he wanted quite yet. He slid his hands downward over John’s strong thighs. Then, tilting his head, he nuzzled into John’s crotch, the rough stubble of his recently shorn head scratching the skin.
“Oh, fuck,” John muttered.
Randy’s head moved back and he slid his hands once more up to John’s hips, the chain again slipping under his balls. His mouth opened wide, finally taking John inside. As his mouth slipped over John’s cock, John wrapped his hands behind Randy’s head, pushing him forward. Randy moved willingly. From having John’s entire cock shoved down his throat to having just the very tip, Randy went from one extreme to the next. His hands were also moving, sliding the chain gently over John.
As Randy picked up his rhythm, John began to work with him, rocking his hips back and forth to meet Randy’s mouth. Then Randy began moving his hands. He dropped one to cup John’s balls, rolling them in his hand, as the other dropped further back, and he ran one finger as far up along the crack of John’s ass as the restraints of the cuffs would allow. The finger began to circle around John’s asshole, not pushing in, just teasing around the rim.
Back out in the midst of the party, Cody was scrambling around, trying to clean up the same spill Dave was working on, getting in his way and generally pissing him off. “Teddy, get us some more napkins.”
“No, Ted, it’s fine. Cody, you can… I got it.”
“But I was the one that knocked it over. You shouldn’t have to clean it up.”
“There, look, it’s all taken care of.” Dave stood up, looking down at the floor for any more spots he may have missed. “Now you two go dance, or something. Just… don’t break anything.”
“Right. I’m really, really sorry,” Cody told him.
“It’s ok. Now I’m gonna go find those two if you don’t mind.”
Randy stood up after having swallowed every last drop of John’s orgasm. He leaned against John, bringing their mouths together in a fierce kiss as John’s hand slipped down to Randy’s cock inside of the jumpsuit. In a few mere strokes, he had Randy coming over him, and quickly tucked both of them inside their respective clothing before zipping himself up.
Another kiss was had before they turned to the mirror, making sure they looked presentable. After a quick wash of the hands and a spot check of their clothes, they decided they were ok to venture back out.
“You got any gum?” Randy asked.
“No.”
“Ok… Guess I just… won’t talk to anyone, then.”
“Drink some of that Monster and vodka shit, and no one will notice that your breath smells like jizz.”
They headed back into the party and were soon cornered by Dave. “I’ve been trying to find you two for the longest time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but those two,” Dave jerked his thumb in the general direction of where he last saw Ted and Cody, “wouldn’t let me out of their sights. Ended up knocking the punch bowl over.”
“Shit, those two are nothing but trouble,” John said, although he was sending up silent prayers for them at the moment. “You need to keep a closer eye on ‘em, Randy.” He turned his head, looking to Randy for reassurance, and was surprised to see that he wasn’t there. He looked around and spotted an orange jumpsuit next to two maroon costumes. “Guess I need to keep a closer eye on him. Anyway, what was it you were looking for us for?”
Dave proceeded to tell John what he had been wanting to tell him for quite some time. While he did that, Randy was over with Ted and Cody.
“Did Dave tell you he was looking for us?”
“Yeah. And all of a sudden, the both of you were missing after you mention you have to take a piss. What a coincidence. You owe us,” Cody told him, his arms crossed and his hip cocked to the side.
“Ok, next time we’re all out somewhere and you two get the urge to have a quickie, we’ll distract all parties from disturbing you.”
“Thank you. But that still won’t ever get us invited back here, you know that, right? While you two are off having sex in Dave’s bathroom, I’m here looking like a clumsy idiot-”
“So are you telling me that’s different from normal?”
“You’re such a goddamn shit head!”
“Tell me something I don’t know. We do appreciate it, though.”
John came up behind Randy, free of Dave, who had gone off to talk with Evan. He wrapped his arm around Randy’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Hey, man, want off with the cuffs?”
Randy smirked, turning towards John, once again holding his hands out in front of him. “Yeah. I think they’ve served their purpose. Until next time, anyway.”
Digging into his pocket, John pulled out the key and unlocked the cuffs and clipped them back onto the uniform. Randy rubbed his wrists, as they had been rubbed raw by the constant contact over the course of the party. “Until next time,” John agreed.”
Title: Let the Good Times Roll
Pairing: John/Randy with Ted/Cody cuteness
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Halloween costume party
Disclaimer: They all belong to Vince
Warning: Lots of swearing. Maybe a slight kink? Nothing too crazy, considering they brought it on themselves…
John and Randy arrived home after being away on tour for over a week, and after they dumped the content of their clothing bags out, Randy looked out of the corner of his eye and pushed his dirty laundry onto the pile sitting in front of John, earning him a glare. “What? Don’t give me that look. I have to get the mail. You can take care of that.”
“You’re leaving me with a week’s worth of clothing so you-”
“So I can get a week’s worth of mail.”
“Asshole,” John muttered, throwing up his middle finger.
Randy, without so much as turning his head around, returned the gesture as he walked outside to the mailbox.
John grinned at Randy’s retreating back as he continued to load both of their clothes into the washing machine.
Opening the mailbox, Randy grabbed a handful of letters and started flipping through them as he headed up the driveway. “John, John… shit, another one for John’s dad, me, current resident…” He stopped when he saw one addressed to both himself and John, no return address, just a name, Dave Bautista, scrawled across the top left corner. Heading up the steps and inside the house, Randy took the massive pile of mail with him back to the laundry room.
John blinked as Randy dropped everything in his hands on top of the dryer. “The fuck’s all that?”
“Mail.”
“No shit. You sort through it yet?” John asked as he fanned out the mail across the metal surface.
“Does it look like I have?”
“Ass.”
“Did take one out that was for your dad, though. And we got something from Dave.”
“Where’s the one for my dad?” Randy handed the phone bill over and John took it, saying, “Ok, I’ll have to bring this over to him. Needed to see them, anyway. Now what was that about Dave?”
“That we got something from him.”
“What is it?”
“I dunno. I haven’t actually opened it yet.” He wasted little time tearing it open, starting at the corner and managing to rip down the front of the envelope. “Oops,” he said as he tore through the stamp. He then removed the card and said, “He’s having a Halloween party.”
“A Halloween party?”
“Yup. And he said ‘You two jackasses better wear costumes.’”
“It does not actually say that.” John grabbed the invite from Randy’s hands and read for himself. “Well, fuck me-”
“Now?”
“One track mind, much?”
“You wouldn’t have said it if you weren’t thinkin’ it.”
John shrugged, finding no fault in Randy’s logic, but changed the subject anyway. “Any thoughts about what we should wear?”
“Yeah, I got one. I’ll go find one of your old Ruck Fules shirts, throw on some jean shorts and a baseball cap, backwards, of course, and get one of your… spinny things, and go as an old school John Cena. How’s that sound? Oh, and you… You should dress up as a bottle of Gillette shaving cream. You’re so far up their asses as it is, what’s a little more promotion?”
“Fuck. You.”
“Funny, didn’t you want it the other way around just thirty seconds ago?”
“You’re such-”
“An asshole, why did I marry you in the first place?” Randy finished. “I shouldn’t have to listen to you ask yourself this question multiple times during the day. What I should be hearing is Randy, you’re the greatest man alive, not only are you smart and funny, but you’ve got the build of a Greek God. Randy, you’re perfection personified, and I couldn’t possibly think of a better man to spend the rest of my life with. Shit like that is so much nicer than you’re such an asshole.”
“I’ll work on it. You got any other ideas?”
“I do, actually. I’ll get myself an orange prison jumpsuit,” Randy started, moving around John until he was standing behind him. He let his hands slide up John’s back and over his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around John’s neck, taking hold of his own wrists and resting his chin on John’s shoulder in a kind of hug. “I’ll slap some numbers on it, Oz style, and you dress up as a cop, I know you snagged some clothes from that movie of yours, and you can be my correctional officer.”
John rolled his eyes at ‘that movie of yours,’ but he had to admit this idea intrigued him. It most certainly had potential. He brought his hands up to grab onto Randy’s and tilted his head slightly to his left, leaning it against Randy’s. “See, now that’s an idea that could work.”
“I told you I’d come up with something. Unless you do want to go as each other.”
“I’m not going to a party in your Orton panties.”
“Right, that’s just for when we’re home. It’s ok, though, I know I wear them better than you, anyway.”
“And that’s why I’ll leave that to you.”
“So, are we decided? Are we doing this?”
“Why do you always get to be the bad guy?” John asked.
“Because it suits me better. Honestly, can you see me as a cop? Didn’t think so,” Randy answered before John had time to so much as open his mouth. “Looks like we’re all set.”
“Ok, then,” John said, turning his head to the side, and Randy did the same. He brought their lips together in a brief kiss before adding, “We’re all set.”
Finally the day of the party arrived, and the guys had been in Florida since the day before. “Ya know, this is really counterproductive. We have to come down here for what? A fucking Halloween party. It’s not like we were just here a couple weeks ago, or anything. And, where is our next show? Mass. Where do we live? Mass,” Randy said as soon as they were on the way to Dave’s house.
“And you’re the one that’s always bitching about Mass, so you, of all people, should be happy we’re gone for a while. Where is this all coming from, anyway? You weren’t complaining yesterday. Or this morning.”
“Just… thinkin’ about it, is all… And I felt like I needed something to complain about.”
“Sometimes I really don’t understand your Orton logic…” Changing the subject, John went on, “So, you wanna walk in there with your hands cuffed behind your back?”
“Do you want to drag me around on a leash, too?”
“Wrong kinda party.”
“Sure.”
“Sure?”
“Gotta make an entrance, right?”
“Damn straight.” John pulled into Dave’s driveway, noting he had really outdone himself with this one. He had Halloween decorations scattered everywhere, but they didn’t look tacky, nor did it look like he tried too hard to make it look good. He switched off the car and the pair stepped out.
Randy slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against the car, waiting for John to walk around the front. As John rounded the car, he held his arms out in front of him and raised an eyebrow. “Well?”
John smirked and took the handcuffs off his belt, opening them up and slapping them onto Randy’s wrists. He grazed his eyes up and down over Randy’s frame, taking in the sight of Randy in this bright orange jumpsuit, a couple numbers stitched onto the front, and now add in the handcuffs, and he looked the part of a prisoner straight out of Oz. “Perfect.”
“As if you were expecting anything less.”
“Now move,” John said, pushing forward on one of Randy’s shoulders, causing the other man to stumble slightly with the loss of balance, unable to use his hands to steady himself.
“Shit head,” he cursed, but walked towards the door, anyway.
John followed behind, giving little shoves just to see what kind of reactions Randy would have. Finally, as they were just about to walk up the front steps, Randy stopped and turned his head. “I swear to fucking God, Buddha, Zeus, who the fuck ever, that if you push me up the stairs, I will hurt you.”
In response, John raised his hands saying, “I won’t do nothin’.”
“Double negative. Say it using proper English so I can be sure.”
John rolled his eyes, but said, “I promise I will not do anything. Happy now?”
“Yup.” Randy took his first step up, glancing back at John before taking his second. “You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna open the door for me?”
“You can still use your hands.” When Randy glared at him, he countered, “It’s true, man. Your hands are in working form in front of your body and all. I think you can open the door.”
“You’re such an ass, you know that?”
“That’s no way to speak to an officer of the law.”
Randy reached for the door handle, naturally going to use his right hand, but he was forced to move his left hand up, the cuffs cutting off his range of motion. He headed inside, followed closely by John, and were instantly greeted by several people, all dressed up, some with elaborate costumes, others much simpler. They saw Maryse done up as Marie Antoinette and Beth made for a great Flapper.
They took in the atmosphere, dimmed lights and black lights seemed to be the norm for tonight. They could see Halloween decorations throughout the place, not the tacky kiddy glowing skeletons or anything like that. It all worked together to add to the overall feel, not detract. Yeah, Dave had really managed to outdo himself with this little shindig.
“Nice of you two to show up,” Dave said, looking the pair over. “So aptly dressed, at that.”
“Yeah, doesn’t John have the look of a bachelorette party stripper down? From here on out you’ll be known as Officer Kumkwik.”
“Fucker.”
“It never stops with you two, does it?”
“No,” the pair answered at the same time.
“Have fun, then. Grab some food, there are drinks and shit over there,” he said pointing to his left towards a table with a nice looking spread.
“Woah, what the fuck is that?” Randy asked, raising both hands to point to the far end of the table. There was a bowl sitting under a black light whose contents were literally glowing green.
Dave started walking towards it, grinning. “That is Monster and vodka.”
“That shit is not normal,” John chimed in, hovering his head over the bowl, staring at it further.
“That’s why it was perfect.”
“Dave,” Randy began, “it glows under a black light. Nothing, except white and neon clothes, is supposed to glow under black light.”
“Tastes fuckin’ great, though,” he said as he poured himself a cup.
“John… Tell him again that that shit’s not normal.”
“Dave… This shit ain’t right. There’s a lotta shit that I’ll drink, lord knows I’ve had just about everything out there, but I ain’t goin’ anywhere near that. You enjoy that, I’ll enjoy not getting eaten from the inside out by that shit.”
“Your loss.”
“Whatever you say, dude. Got anything to drink that won’t make my insides glow?”
“Yeah, there are drinks in the kitchen.”
“Thanks, that’s right where we’ll be.”
John and Randy turned around, heading over to the kitchen, when, seemingly out of nowhere, Ted and Cody popped up in front of them. “There you guys are,” Cody said.
“We were wondering when you’d get here,” Ted told them, following them on their journey to the kitchen.
“Nice costumes. Bet that was a bit of a cop out, so to speak, wasn’t it John?”
“That’s Officer Kumkwik,” Randy butted in.
“Fuck off. It was his idea. For some reason he wanted to go as some convict outta Oz.” They arrived in the kitchen, and John found the cooler filled with drinks. He grabbed a beer for himself, then took out another one for Randy.
“Well, the look suits you, Randy. And I like the added touch with the handcuffs.”
“Thanks, Code. I’d say nice costumes for you, as well, but, uh, what the fuck are you supposed to be?”
“We’re the Spanish Inquisition,” Ted answered.
“Ah… I wasn’t expecting the Spanish Inquisition.”
John smirked. He could see it coming, Cody was just waiting to say it.
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
“Right…” He looked at John, raising in eyebrow in confusion.
“Christ, Randy, it’s a Monty Python thing. Get with the program,” Cody chided.
“Gotcha.”
“So, you gonna stay like that all night?” Teddy asked, grabbing the hanging metal between Randy’s wrists and pulling upwards on it, with no resistance from Randy.
“Who knows?”
“You call me Officer Kumkwik one more time and you won’t be gettin’ outta those cuffs any time soon,” John threatened. “Hey, catch,” he said just before he tossed the beer can at Randy.
Once again forgetting about the cuffs, Randy raised his right hand to catch the beer, but his left hand was dragged up, slowing him down, causing the can thud against his chest before he managed to catch it on its fall downwards.
“Slick,” Cody said.
“Yeah, Randy, real smooth,” Ted added.
“You two can fuck off now. Go do your Inquisition thing on someone else.” Randy held the beer can in his left hand just in front of his stomach, and popped the top with his right, sending suds cascading down his arms. “SHIT!”
“That’ll happen when carbonated drinks get tossed around, dumbass” Cody snarked.
“And now we’re leaving,” Ted said, grabbing Cody’s arm and dragging his boyfriend out of the room.
“Will it never end?”
“Your idea,” John told him. He set his own beer down and grabbed some paper towels, dropping them on the floor and moving them with his foot over the beer fizz that had fallen. He then grabbed the can from Randy’s hand and wiped it down before cleaning up Randy’s hands. “There, that’s better. Did you want me to take those off?”
“Officer Kumkwik,” was all Randy needed to say in reply.
“If you say so.” John smirked and grabbed both his and Randy’s drinks from the table, handing Randy’s back to him, which he finished off in one giant gulp, placing the empty can back down on the table.
“Back to the party.”
“Back to the party.” The pair left the kitchen, running into more people on their pass through the crowd.
“Hey guys,” they were greeted by John Hennigan.
“Hey, John. Thought we were supposed to get dressed up tonight,” Randy stated, noting John’s lack of apparent costume.
“I did.”
“And you’re supposed to be…?”
“Jim Morrison.”
“And Cody said my costume was a cop out. Melina around anywhere?”
“Yeah, she’s around. I think she found Maria and Mickie. So, how are you guys doing? Enjoying yourselves?”
“We’re great. Never better, really. And it’s a great party. You?”
“Good, good. How are things working out with, uh, those?” he asked Randy, pointing to his hands.
“That seems to be the question of the night. It’s a bitch. I’ll get used to it, though.”
“Sure you will.”
“I will,” Randy said, determined, before he turned away from the Johns and walked for the food.
“Stubborn bastard.”
“Some things never change,” John said, turning his head and smiling as he saw Randy grabbing some chips and carrots.
“I’m surprised you two ever manage to get anything accomplished, considering you’re both stubborn like that.”
“An argument every once in a while does the body good. And, well, there’s the sex.”
“And that’s where I’ll say see ya later. You know I think it’s great that you’re together, but no further details are needed. And I should go find Melina.”
John smirked and said, “Right. I’ll see you around.” He was about to turn to go meet Randy by the food, but a pair of arms were wrapped over his head, hands crossed over each other, palms pushing into his chest. John’s smirk grew into a full blown smile as he leaned back into the hold, bringing himself closer to Randy’s body. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
John dropped his head back into Randy’s shoulder, the urge to be even closer overwhelming him. He felt Randy’s hands separate and he slid his palms up John’s chest, thinking nothing of it until suddenly the hands were on his shoulders and the metal chain between the cuffs was pressing against his neck. “Randy, what are-?”
Randy increased the pressure on the chain slightly, just enough to get John’s attention. He bent forward and whispered, “You tell me you’re not enjoying it, and I’ll stop. I’ll have you take these off of me, and we can keep on mingling with everyone at the party.” He loosened the slack and saw John’s hand instinctually trace over his neck. “All I need is your say so, and I’ll back right the fuck off.”
Now able to breathe freely, John turned himself around in Randy’s arms, his hardening cock pressed soundly into Randy’s. “You better not even think of stopping.”
Randy raised his arms over and off of John, spotting Ted and Cody near them, looking at them. “Can I help you?”
“Nope.”
“Well, I’m afraid the show will have to be postponed slightly. Gotta take a piss.” While he said it, his eyes shifted to John’s and gave him a wink. Randy walked off in the direction of the bathroom, hoping that John would soon be following him.
When Cody looked away, John slipped off. He found the closest bathroom and prayed this was the one Randy went to. He turned the knob and discovered it was unlocked, and was relieved when he saw it was indeed Randy in there. Stepping inside, he shut and locked the door behind him.
Back out in the midst of the party, Cody started to ask, “Hey, John, what do you think…” until he turned around and saw that, well, John wasn’t there. “Where’d he go?”
Ted shrugged his shoulders. He hadn’t seen John take off either. He glanced at the food table and didn’t see him there. Scanning the crowd, he was unable to spot John anywhere. “You don’t think…”
“They wouldn’t. Not in Dave’s house. Would they?”
“Can we really put it past them?”
“Those fuckers.”
In the bathroom, Randy had John flat against the wall, his hands on John’s shoulders as he increased and decreased the pressure of the chain against John’s neck as he dropped kisses over his face. He also varied the time he pressed the chain into John’s throat, never for too long, but always enough for John to get a rush of air into his lungs and to his brain.
Finally dropping the chain altogether, Randy brought his lips to John’s, teasing his tongue around John’s lips, slipping inside as they parted. John then pushed on Randy’s shoulders, switching their positions and slamming Randy against the door in the process. He had his hands wrapped around Randy’s head, wanting to wrap his fingers into hair, but there was nothing there to latch onto, so his scalp had to suffice.
“How you feelin’ John?”
“Real good.”
Randy smirked and let his fallen hands fiddle with the buttons on John’s pants, slipping both hands down into John’s boxers when he had the pants pulled down over his hips. He had one hand wrapped firmly around John’s cock, the other cupping his balls, and the metal chain occasionally brushed over the sensitive skin. “How you feelin’ now, John?”
“You’re such a fuckin’ tease.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you want me to do, then?”
“Blow me.”
“Hey, you seen John or Randy?” Dave asked them, holding a plate of food in one hand and a glass of punch in the other.
“No,” Cody lied. “Not recently, anyway.” He glanced at Ted whose eyes had grown wide.
“I wanted to tell them something before I forgot. You have no idea where they got to?”
“Not a clue,” Ted answered.
“Hey, Dave?” Cody asked, trying to stall him from his search for John and Randy.
“Yeah?”
“What the shit is that?” He pointed to the cup that Dave held in his hand with its green glowing content.
“You haven’t seen it yet?”
“Well, I saw it; it is bright green, after all. Hard to miss.” Cody grabbed Ted’s wrist and dragged him over to the bowl that didn’t look like it had been touched all night. He picked up the ladle and held it close to his face, examining it and its glowiness under the black light. “So, what is it?” He lowered the ladle back down into the green liquid, casting a glance at Ted, a worried look on his face as though this substance could potentially eat through his skin if they came in physical contact.
“Monster and vodka.”
Cody merely blinked and tilted his head slightly. “You’re mixing an energy drink with alcohol? That shit is gonna fuck you up.”
“Why don’t you try some first? And while you’re doing that, I’m going to find John and Randy. Or either one of them.”
Ted elbowed Cody, both men going into panic mode. Keep Dave distracted. That was their mantra right now. There’s no way they could let him wander off to find John and Randy doing Lord knows what in his bathroom. Maybe they should, though. It’d serve them right for getting into shit in someone else’s house, that’s for damn sure. But, no, he couldn’t do that to either of them. It wasn’t in his nature. “Wouldn’t hurt to try it, right, Codes?” Ted asked him. He wished he had his camera on hand to capture forever on film the face that Cody made.
“Teddy, if I want my career to extend past the age of 25, I don’t dare touch that shit.”
“It’s not bad, guys,” Dave told them as he took a drink.
Ted leaned in to whisper into Cody’s ear, “Knock shit over.”
“Why don’t you try it first?” Cody asked. “Here, let me pour you some.” He let the sleeve of his shirt get caught on the ladle, sending it falling onto the floor, his body knocking into the table as he moved to catch it, spilling the punch bowl onto the other side in the process.
Cody was very pleased with his ability to cause a ruckus. Although he figured he and Ted would never be invited to Dave’s again.
Randy flipped John around once more so John’s back was now flush against the door. He dropped to his knees, and the instant he touched the floor, he pulled John’s pants over his hips, letting them fall to the floor around his feet, boxers soon to follow. He ran his hands along the smooth skin surround John’s dick, his fingers brushing against it occasionally. He splayed his hands out over John’s hips, stretching the limits of the cuffs, letting the cool metal chain slip under John’s balls.
A gasp of pleasure slipped from John’s lips and Randy reveled in the sound. He loved knowing that he was the one bring John such pleasure, that he was the one driving John to make these little noises. Finally, Randy dropped his head forward, but his mouth didn’t go near John’s dick. He had no intentions of giving John what he wanted quite yet. He slid his hands downward over John’s strong thighs. Then, tilting his head, he nuzzled into John’s crotch, the rough stubble of his recently shorn head scratching the skin.
“Oh, fuck,” John muttered.
Randy’s head moved back and he slid his hands once more up to John’s hips, the chain again slipping under his balls. His mouth opened wide, finally taking John inside. As his mouth slipped over John’s cock, John wrapped his hands behind Randy’s head, pushing him forward. Randy moved willingly. From having John’s entire cock shoved down his throat to having just the very tip, Randy went from one extreme to the next. His hands were also moving, sliding the chain gently over John.
As Randy picked up his rhythm, John began to work with him, rocking his hips back and forth to meet Randy’s mouth. Then Randy began moving his hands. He dropped one to cup John’s balls, rolling them in his hand, as the other dropped further back, and he ran one finger as far up along the crack of John’s ass as the restraints of the cuffs would allow. The finger began to circle around John’s asshole, not pushing in, just teasing around the rim.
Back out in the midst of the party, Cody was scrambling around, trying to clean up the same spill Dave was working on, getting in his way and generally pissing him off. “Teddy, get us some more napkins.”
“No, Ted, it’s fine. Cody, you can… I got it.”
“But I was the one that knocked it over. You shouldn’t have to clean it up.”
“There, look, it’s all taken care of.” Dave stood up, looking down at the floor for any more spots he may have missed. “Now you two go dance, or something. Just… don’t break anything.”
“Right. I’m really, really sorry,” Cody told him.
“It’s ok. Now I’m gonna go find those two if you don’t mind.”
Randy stood up after having swallowed every last drop of John’s orgasm. He leaned against John, bringing their mouths together in a fierce kiss as John’s hand slipped down to Randy’s cock inside of the jumpsuit. In a few mere strokes, he had Randy coming over him, and quickly tucked both of them inside their respective clothing before zipping himself up.
Another kiss was had before they turned to the mirror, making sure they looked presentable. After a quick wash of the hands and a spot check of their clothes, they decided they were ok to venture back out.
“You got any gum?” Randy asked.
“No.”
“Ok… Guess I just… won’t talk to anyone, then.”
“Drink some of that Monster and vodka shit, and no one will notice that your breath smells like jizz.”
They headed back into the party and were soon cornered by Dave. “I’ve been trying to find you two for the longest time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but those two,” Dave jerked his thumb in the general direction of where he last saw Ted and Cody, “wouldn’t let me out of their sights. Ended up knocking the punch bowl over.”
“Shit, those two are nothing but trouble,” John said, although he was sending up silent prayers for them at the moment. “You need to keep a closer eye on ‘em, Randy.” He turned his head, looking to Randy for reassurance, and was surprised to see that he wasn’t there. He looked around and spotted an orange jumpsuit next to two maroon costumes. “Guess I need to keep a closer eye on him. Anyway, what was it you were looking for us for?”
Dave proceeded to tell John what he had been wanting to tell him for quite some time. While he did that, Randy was over with Ted and Cody.
“Did Dave tell you he was looking for us?”
“Yeah. And all of a sudden, the both of you were missing after you mention you have to take a piss. What a coincidence. You owe us,” Cody told him, his arms crossed and his hip cocked to the side.
“Ok, next time we’re all out somewhere and you two get the urge to have a quickie, we’ll distract all parties from disturbing you.”
“Thank you. But that still won’t ever get us invited back here, you know that, right? While you two are off having sex in Dave’s bathroom, I’m here looking like a clumsy idiot-”
“So are you telling me that’s different from normal?”
“You’re such a goddamn shit head!”
“Tell me something I don’t know. We do appreciate it, though.”
John came up behind Randy, free of Dave, who had gone off to talk with Evan. He wrapped his arm around Randy’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Hey, man, want off with the cuffs?”
Randy smirked, turning towards John, once again holding his hands out in front of him. “Yeah. I think they’ve served their purpose. Until next time, anyway.”
Digging into his pocket, John pulled out the key and unlocked the cuffs and clipped them back onto the uniform. Randy rubbed his wrists, as they had been rubbed raw by the constant contact over the course of the party. “Until next time,” John agreed.”