Cross Your Heart 3/?
Title: Cross Your Heart 3/?
Pairing: Centon + Cody R (not in that way tho, at least not right now :P)
Summary: When Cody catches two of the WWE's premiere superstars in a...ahem, compromising position, he finds himself in a bit of a tense situation, not to mention finds himself on the Legend Killer's bad side. Takes place in 2007, back during Cody's debut.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not own anyone
"…Annnd welcome to our humble home. Or, well our hotel room."
Cody pushed John out of the way, throwing his bag on the floor in front of the nearest bed. "Yeah…it's awesome."
John frowned from his spot at the door, "Oh come on Cody, don't be a Negative Nellie. Why're you in such a bad mood?"
Randy smirked as he made his way passed John, "Probably has something to do with us, Johnny."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry you're stuck with us Cody, but you gotta lighten up a little. I mean, we're gonna be rooming together for awhile, and frankly I don't wanna be staring at your emo pissed off face the whole time."
Cody continued taking out the clothes from his duffle, "So don't look at me then, cause I don't think during our wonderful time together I'm going to get any happier."
John sighed as he plopped on the bed he and Randy would be sharing. He knew that being forced to room with him and Randy only because of Randy's insane temper was the last thing Cody wanted to be doing. (Massive understatement) But John was convinced he would make the time they spent together as enjoyable for the three of them as he could.
"Where are you going?"
Cody looked up, eyes meeting Randy's, "I was…just going to take a shower."
Randy smirked, folding his arms over his chest, "and just who said you could do that?"
Cody's eyes narrowed, throwing his stuff on his bed in annoyance, mirroring Randy's pose, "I did. Do you have a problem with that?"
Randy's amused look vanished instantly, his mouth forming a tight line, "Yes, I do have a problem with that." He crossed the room quickly, face inches from Cody's.
Cody leaned backwards, clearly intimidated from Randy's sudden anger. Way to go, Runnels. This was exactly the thing you'd been trying to avoid. Now because of your smart mouth, you're about to be killed. Hope it'll be worth it when they're burying you six feet under.
Randy made up the gap, getting further in Cody's personal space. He allowed the silence in the room to gather, letting his breath ghost across Cody's face before speaking, "You don't do anything without asking. You gotta take a shower? You ask one of us first. You gotta take a piss? You ask first. You fall down the stairs and need to go to the hospital? You ask. Us. First."
Randy moved away from Cody, walking over to his and John's side of the room, "any questions?"
Cody stood perfectly still, eyes wide in fear, "N-no."
Randy smirked, face returning to the sarcastic amused one it had been before. "Good. Now go."
Cody hesitated, thinking for a moment it might be a trap. John nodded from behind Randy's back, signaling he was indeed free to dismiss himself. He gathered his change of clothes, his personalized towel from home, his body wash, (Cucumber-scented of course, yeah, what of it?) and practically ran into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly behind him.
Jesus f'ing Christ, what the fuck was that? I mean, he knew Randy has the whole 'walk away quickly I'm a psycho' thing going for him but what was wrong with him? Now he had to ask permission to do what he wanted? Last time he checked he wasn't four years old or in prison.
Cody sighed heavily, throwing his things in the sink, moving to start up the water for his shower. Although, it seemed with Randy, he might as well have been.
Unfortunately for Cody, Randy's anger and difficulty didn't get any better as the weeks passed. He was still as pissed off and sarcastic as the day that Cody had interrupted his and John's private moment. (Or as Cody came to remember it: 'the worst fucking day of my life') Surprisingly, it seemed Randy got worse as the days went on, if that was at all possible.
Not only was Cody to ask each time he went somewhere/wanted to do something, he was also supposed to check in from time to time, ensuring Randy knew where he was and where he would be at all times.
He was a complete asshole. Randy always found a way to make whatever time they were forced to spend together completely unbearable for Cody. He was constantly making Cody do things for him, on top of his already maxed-out schedule, basically making him an indentured servant minus the free time. Time for dinner? Oh, Cody will go get it. Run out of cherry-flavored lube? Hey Cody, the sex shop's right next door!
Plus he threw things. Hard, heavy things. At Cody's face.
He felt embarrassed, he felt degraded, he felt pissed off, and Randy loved every second of it. He was a dick, through and through, and to him, it was probably the most fun he'd had in years.
Cody looked up from his ipod as Randy made his way down the ramp, eyes on John in the ring, "Hey there Johnny-boy whatcha doin?"
John looked up at Randy, laughing despite being out of breath, "Oh, not much. Just…practicing for tomorrow's show. Ken left a little while ago; apparently I was beatin' him too bad."
Randy pulled himself up between the ropes, getting in the ring, "Is that right? Well if you want, I could help you out. Maybe teach you a few things."
John smiled, raising an eyebrow, "Really? Like what Randal? What can you teach me?"
Randy approached John slowly, teeth biting his bottom lip as he circled the larger man, "Oh, a lot of things Johnny. I could teach you a lot of things."
"Oh, really?" John grabbed Randy by the arm, pulling him into a tight embrace, "why don't you show me?"
Randy smiled widely before capturing John's lips with his own, snaking an arm around his waist as he deepened the kiss, tracing the inside of John's mouth with his tongue.
Cody sighed from his seat near the ring, shaking his head as he flipped through the albums on his ipod.
It seemed that John and Randy hadn't exactly learned their lesson with making out where people could potentially see them. And since Cody had to be pretty much anywhere John and Randy were, he knew that firsthand.
Gun to his head, he'd never say he was discriminate of gay people or even completely disgusted by it, (sure it grossed him out a bit, but he could tolerate it if need be) but seeing John and Randy making out constantly…he was completely sick of it. Not to mention the fact he was treated like the third wheel everywhere they went, like the fact that he was there was an annoyance to both men.
Cody cleared his throat as John made a reach for second base, pulling his headphones from his ears, "Uhh…guys?"
Randy growled as he pulled himself away from attacking John's lips, "What?"
"You realize that this is a public practice, right? Anyone who might need the ring could come strolling in at any moment."
Randy leaned against the ropes, "Your point?"
Cody closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, not wanting to say what he was feeling at the moment lest he get another lashing, "…my point being that someone else could catch you dry-humping each other. Meaning you'd have to hold another person against their will."
Randy opened his mouth, preparing to give a nasty remark when John butt in, putting his hands on Randy's chest, "No Rand, he's right. We oughta stop."
Randy pouted a bit, adjusting his track pants, (which had magically become unzipped) and moved away from John, "Fine. But your ass is mine later, Cena."
John smirked, "Other way around Ortz."
Cody sighed loudly, throwing his hands in the air, "Can we just leave, please? It's late and I want to go to sleep."
Randy placed one last kiss on John's lips before moving through the ropes, jumping off of the apron and onto the concrete, "God, you are such a whiner. Fine, we'll leave, but I sure as hell hope you're a heavy sleeper Codes."
Cody's eyebrow furrowed in confusion, following behind John who was chuckling quietly, "What, why?
Randy didn't even bother to turn around as he walked up the ramp, arm wrapped around John. "Cause you interrupted John and I from getting laid twice now, and let's just say I've got a bit of pent up energy."
Cody stopped dead, face twisting in disgust, "You're kidding, right? Right?"
He wasn't kidding.
Immediately after entering their hotel room, Randy and John had been on each other like two lions in the middle of mating season. Cody was barely in the room two minutes before he ran for his life, images of John groping Randy through his pants, regrettably burned in poor Cody's head forever.
He spent most of the night, until about two am, sitting out in the hallway against the door, wincing occasionally when a few screams made their way through.
When the noises finally quieted down to nothing, (after about two hours, Jesus Christ they were freaking machines!) Cody timidly made his way through the door, trying his best to stay as quiet as possible, hoping to avoid waking either John or Randy.
Cody slumped onto his bed, burying himself under the covers, shooting wary glances at the other bed, content to find both of them decent and fast asleep.
God, he hoped he wouldn't be spending each night like this.
Cody moaned loudly as he plunged into her tight, wet heat. He had no idea who he was fucking, but she squeezed his dick like a fucking vice, and her moans turned him on to no end. She moved forward, holding onto the headboard for dear life as Cody pounded into her viciously.
"Uhh…God, harder!"
Cody grabbed her by the waist, propping her up on her hands and knees as he gladly gave her what she wanted. He thrust harder and harder, the moans and grunts slipping from her mouth letting him know exactly what she was feeling.
"Please Cody, fuck me harder. Oh, fuck, don't stop!"
He pushed her flat on the bed, grasping the sheets next to him as he changed angles, shoving himself into her even harder, pulling almost all the way out to the tip before plunging back in, loving the way it made her shake like a leaf each time.
Cody continued thrusting, clawing his fingers down her tanned back, leaning forward to trace the tribal tattoo on the back of her shoulders with his tongue. He licked a trail down her back, tracing the curve of her spine and back up.
He leaned back on his haunches, fucking her for all he was worth. God, the way she was clenching around him was putting him close to the edge. She was carefully coaxing the orgasm from him, pushing back against his dick as he tried his hardest to refrain from cumming.
"Give it to me Cody," she moaned, already sated as she lay on her elbows, turning around to face him, "Come on baby." Somehow, her face began to morph into another; her brilliant green eyes turning an icy blue, her long blonde hair shrinking to the point where she had practically none; the soft, feminine features of her face turning rough and prominent; the silky smooth texture of her skin, her back, changing into a well sculpted and muscular physique; turning into someone Cody knew all to well.
Randy lowered his eyelids to half mast as he bit his bottom lip in ecstasy, "Cum for me Cody."
(15 minutes earlier)
John opened his eyes slowly as the feeling of warm wetness trailed up his thigh. "I'm a little tired Randy, maybe in the morning."
Randy poked his head out from under the covers, broad smile visible shining bright despite the dim lighting of their hotel room. "Well I'm in the mood again, cowboy. So you better wake up real quick."
John leaned in to kiss him, stopping suddenly as he looked to his right at Cody's still form, lying asleep in his bed.
"What?" Randy questioned, rubbing his hands up and down John's waist.
"Rand, Cody's right next to us. I mean, I know you're a bit of an exhibitionist but that's a little ridiculous."
Randy scoffed, leaning forward to mouth the skin on John's neck, tracing the small scar he found there with his tongue, "Is that all Johnny? Who cares, he's asleep."
John breathed slowly, hating Randy for the stir in his cock at Randy's movements on top of him, "what if he wakes up and freaks out?"
Randy sighed, sitting up on his haunches, "John, in my opinion, no one is 100% straight; we're all bi to a point. It just depends on the necessity of the situation. Who gives a fuck if he wakes up? I want you to fuck me, are you seriously trying to argue right now?"
Well who could fight that logic?
John quickly shook his head no, reaching his hands up to grasp at Randy's well-built and sculpted back. "You feel like riding baby?"
"You bet your huge ass I am," Randy smirked, situating himself on John's lap, reaching behind him to guide John's thick cock into him.
"Uhh…God," Randy moaned, the pained look on his face turning John on more than anything. Randy bit his bottom lip, loving the burn with being taken dry, despite the fact he was still a bit loose from earlier.
He began riding John, moving his hips back and forth, moving faster with each moan that fell from his and John's mouths.
"Faster baby, come on. Ride me like I know you love to," John grunted, moving his hands to Randy's hips as he picked him up and dropped him down onto his dick, moving himself deeper inside Randy.
"Fuck," Randy moaned, John hitting his sweet spot with his meaty length as John thrusted up into him on each downward motion of Randy's ass. "God damn, Johnny. So good."
"Yeah, that's right," John groaned, thrusting harder and harder into Randy as he continued his whispered pleas to 'go harder, faster, oh fuck so good'.
Randy rode John as hard as he could, feeling his orgasm drawing nearer as John maliciously struck his prostate over and over. "Please John, so close. Fuck, make me come, please!"
John groaned at the request, the fact Randy was begging for release making him close to cumming as well. Moving his hand from around Randy's waist, John grabbed Randy's dick, the angry red head leaking precum as Randy tried to hold back his orgasm for as long as he could.
"Oh, John. Fuck!" Randy moaned loudly, crying out as he came all over his stomach, coating John's hand with stream after stream of his seed.
John moaned at the feeling of Randy clenching his ass around him, the tightness around his dick practically making him feel faint.
"Give it to me, Johnny." Randy moaned, leaning forward to crash his lips across John's, biting his bottom lip hard between his teeth. "Cum for me John."
John closed his eyes, mouth falling open in bliss as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, crashing into him, and shoving him over the edge.
Randy sighed as he felt the warmth coat his insides, slowly trickling down his thighs as he pulled himself off of John. He laid down next to him, pulling the sheets around him, not caring that he had cum stuck to his abs or that they were completely naked underneath and they had a roommate; Randy was perfectly content to fall asleep here in John's arms.
Randy looked over John's shoulder over to Cody's bed, who was lying completely still, his back turned toward the wall. See? He was fine, no screaming due to witnessing hardcore gay sex. Everything was all good, besides he was still sleeping.
Wrong.
Cody woke up soon after Randy's voice had coaxed his orgasm from him in is dream, finding out two things right away: his sweats were warm and sticky with what was sure to be his cum, and the moans that came from Randy's mouth in his dream weren't only in his head.
He didn't even have time to begin to consider the implications of his dream, because as soon as he opened his eyes, his ears were assaulted by the moans and hushed expletives of John and Randy, accompanied by the tell-tale sounds of skin slapping against skin; pure sex.
His first instinct was to run, leave the room as quickly as possible. But try as he might to get up, his body wouldn't move an inch from the warm cocoon of his blankets. Despite the fact he knew he was supposed to be revolted, sickened by the fact that he was witnessing himself John and Randy's extracurricular activities, he had never been more turned on in his life. His cock was tiredly stirring to life in his pants, and the heat wave of sweat that normally only came on when he was in the middle of a masturbation session was rampantly increasing his temperature.
He heard the sounds of John and Randy coming to completion, each of them silently falling asleep afterwards.
Cody lie awake, perfectly still and silent, trying to convince him of his heterosexuality; he'd just had a very explicit sex dream about a man he despised, (a man!) he heard two guys having sex and it turned him on instantly, and he now had a very painful boner because of the fact.
He was almost sure that it was perfectly normal, that sex noises and the sounds of the actual act would turn on anyone, except for one crucial piece of information: Cody had to hold back with every bit of will he had from going over to their bed and forcing Randy to make those noises again.
Aha...seems progress has been made. Hope you enjoyed
Pairing: Centon + Cody R (not in that way tho, at least not right now :P)
Summary: When Cody catches two of the WWE's premiere superstars in a...ahem, compromising position, he finds himself in a bit of a tense situation, not to mention finds himself on the Legend Killer's bad side. Takes place in 2007, back during Cody's debut.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not own anyone
"…Annnd welcome to our humble home. Or, well our hotel room."
Cody pushed John out of the way, throwing his bag on the floor in front of the nearest bed. "Yeah…it's awesome."
John frowned from his spot at the door, "Oh come on Cody, don't be a Negative Nellie. Why're you in such a bad mood?"
Randy smirked as he made his way passed John, "Probably has something to do with us, Johnny."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry you're stuck with us Cody, but you gotta lighten up a little. I mean, we're gonna be rooming together for awhile, and frankly I don't wanna be staring at your emo pissed off face the whole time."
Cody continued taking out the clothes from his duffle, "So don't look at me then, cause I don't think during our wonderful time together I'm going to get any happier."
John sighed as he plopped on the bed he and Randy would be sharing. He knew that being forced to room with him and Randy only because of Randy's insane temper was the last thing Cody wanted to be doing. (Massive understatement) But John was convinced he would make the time they spent together as enjoyable for the three of them as he could.
"Where are you going?"
Cody looked up, eyes meeting Randy's, "I was…just going to take a shower."
Randy smirked, folding his arms over his chest, "and just who said you could do that?"
Cody's eyes narrowed, throwing his stuff on his bed in annoyance, mirroring Randy's pose, "I did. Do you have a problem with that?"
Randy's amused look vanished instantly, his mouth forming a tight line, "Yes, I do have a problem with that." He crossed the room quickly, face inches from Cody's.
Cody leaned backwards, clearly intimidated from Randy's sudden anger. Way to go, Runnels. This was exactly the thing you'd been trying to avoid. Now because of your smart mouth, you're about to be killed. Hope it'll be worth it when they're burying you six feet under.
Randy made up the gap, getting further in Cody's personal space. He allowed the silence in the room to gather, letting his breath ghost across Cody's face before speaking, "You don't do anything without asking. You gotta take a shower? You ask one of us first. You gotta take a piss? You ask first. You fall down the stairs and need to go to the hospital? You ask. Us. First."
Randy moved away from Cody, walking over to his and John's side of the room, "any questions?"
Cody stood perfectly still, eyes wide in fear, "N-no."
Randy smirked, face returning to the sarcastic amused one it had been before. "Good. Now go."
Cody hesitated, thinking for a moment it might be a trap. John nodded from behind Randy's back, signaling he was indeed free to dismiss himself. He gathered his change of clothes, his personalized towel from home, his body wash, (Cucumber-scented of course, yeah, what of it?) and practically ran into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly behind him.
Jesus f'ing Christ, what the fuck was that? I mean, he knew Randy has the whole 'walk away quickly I'm a psycho' thing going for him but what was wrong with him? Now he had to ask permission to do what he wanted? Last time he checked he wasn't four years old or in prison.
Cody sighed heavily, throwing his things in the sink, moving to start up the water for his shower. Although, it seemed with Randy, he might as well have been.
Unfortunately for Cody, Randy's anger and difficulty didn't get any better as the weeks passed. He was still as pissed off and sarcastic as the day that Cody had interrupted his and John's private moment. (Or as Cody came to remember it: 'the worst fucking day of my life') Surprisingly, it seemed Randy got worse as the days went on, if that was at all possible.
Not only was Cody to ask each time he went somewhere/wanted to do something, he was also supposed to check in from time to time, ensuring Randy knew where he was and where he would be at all times.
He was a complete asshole. Randy always found a way to make whatever time they were forced to spend together completely unbearable for Cody. He was constantly making Cody do things for him, on top of his already maxed-out schedule, basically making him an indentured servant minus the free time. Time for dinner? Oh, Cody will go get it. Run out of cherry-flavored lube? Hey Cody, the sex shop's right next door!
Plus he threw things. Hard, heavy things. At Cody's face.
He felt embarrassed, he felt degraded, he felt pissed off, and Randy loved every second of it. He was a dick, through and through, and to him, it was probably the most fun he'd had in years.
Cody looked up from his ipod as Randy made his way down the ramp, eyes on John in the ring, "Hey there Johnny-boy whatcha doin?"
John looked up at Randy, laughing despite being out of breath, "Oh, not much. Just…practicing for tomorrow's show. Ken left a little while ago; apparently I was beatin' him too bad."
Randy pulled himself up between the ropes, getting in the ring, "Is that right? Well if you want, I could help you out. Maybe teach you a few things."
John smiled, raising an eyebrow, "Really? Like what Randal? What can you teach me?"
Randy approached John slowly, teeth biting his bottom lip as he circled the larger man, "Oh, a lot of things Johnny. I could teach you a lot of things."
"Oh, really?" John grabbed Randy by the arm, pulling him into a tight embrace, "why don't you show me?"
Randy smiled widely before capturing John's lips with his own, snaking an arm around his waist as he deepened the kiss, tracing the inside of John's mouth with his tongue.
Cody sighed from his seat near the ring, shaking his head as he flipped through the albums on his ipod.
It seemed that John and Randy hadn't exactly learned their lesson with making out where people could potentially see them. And since Cody had to be pretty much anywhere John and Randy were, he knew that firsthand.
Gun to his head, he'd never say he was discriminate of gay people or even completely disgusted by it, (sure it grossed him out a bit, but he could tolerate it if need be) but seeing John and Randy making out constantly…he was completely sick of it. Not to mention the fact he was treated like the third wheel everywhere they went, like the fact that he was there was an annoyance to both men.
Cody cleared his throat as John made a reach for second base, pulling his headphones from his ears, "Uhh…guys?"
Randy growled as he pulled himself away from attacking John's lips, "What?"
"You realize that this is a public practice, right? Anyone who might need the ring could come strolling in at any moment."
Randy leaned against the ropes, "Your point?"
Cody closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, not wanting to say what he was feeling at the moment lest he get another lashing, "…my point being that someone else could catch you dry-humping each other. Meaning you'd have to hold another person against their will."
Randy opened his mouth, preparing to give a nasty remark when John butt in, putting his hands on Randy's chest, "No Rand, he's right. We oughta stop."
Randy pouted a bit, adjusting his track pants, (which had magically become unzipped) and moved away from John, "Fine. But your ass is mine later, Cena."
John smirked, "Other way around Ortz."
Cody sighed loudly, throwing his hands in the air, "Can we just leave, please? It's late and I want to go to sleep."
Randy placed one last kiss on John's lips before moving through the ropes, jumping off of the apron and onto the concrete, "God, you are such a whiner. Fine, we'll leave, but I sure as hell hope you're a heavy sleeper Codes."
Cody's eyebrow furrowed in confusion, following behind John who was chuckling quietly, "What, why?
Randy didn't even bother to turn around as he walked up the ramp, arm wrapped around John. "Cause you interrupted John and I from getting laid twice now, and let's just say I've got a bit of pent up energy."
Cody stopped dead, face twisting in disgust, "You're kidding, right? Right?"
He wasn't kidding.
Immediately after entering their hotel room, Randy and John had been on each other like two lions in the middle of mating season. Cody was barely in the room two minutes before he ran for his life, images of John groping Randy through his pants, regrettably burned in poor Cody's head forever.
He spent most of the night, until about two am, sitting out in the hallway against the door, wincing occasionally when a few screams made their way through.
When the noises finally quieted down to nothing, (after about two hours, Jesus Christ they were freaking machines!) Cody timidly made his way through the door, trying his best to stay as quiet as possible, hoping to avoid waking either John or Randy.
Cody slumped onto his bed, burying himself under the covers, shooting wary glances at the other bed, content to find both of them decent and fast asleep.
God, he hoped he wouldn't be spending each night like this.
Cody moaned loudly as he plunged into her tight, wet heat. He had no idea who he was fucking, but she squeezed his dick like a fucking vice, and her moans turned him on to no end. She moved forward, holding onto the headboard for dear life as Cody pounded into her viciously.
"Uhh…God, harder!"
Cody grabbed her by the waist, propping her up on her hands and knees as he gladly gave her what she wanted. He thrust harder and harder, the moans and grunts slipping from her mouth letting him know exactly what she was feeling.
"Please Cody, fuck me harder. Oh, fuck, don't stop!"
He pushed her flat on the bed, grasping the sheets next to him as he changed angles, shoving himself into her even harder, pulling almost all the way out to the tip before plunging back in, loving the way it made her shake like a leaf each time.
Cody continued thrusting, clawing his fingers down her tanned back, leaning forward to trace the tribal tattoo on the back of her shoulders with his tongue. He licked a trail down her back, tracing the curve of her spine and back up.
He leaned back on his haunches, fucking her for all he was worth. God, the way she was clenching around him was putting him close to the edge. She was carefully coaxing the orgasm from him, pushing back against his dick as he tried his hardest to refrain from cumming.
"Give it to me Cody," she moaned, already sated as she lay on her elbows, turning around to face him, "Come on baby." Somehow, her face began to morph into another; her brilliant green eyes turning an icy blue, her long blonde hair shrinking to the point where she had practically none; the soft, feminine features of her face turning rough and prominent; the silky smooth texture of her skin, her back, changing into a well sculpted and muscular physique; turning into someone Cody knew all to well.
Randy lowered his eyelids to half mast as he bit his bottom lip in ecstasy, "Cum for me Cody."
(15 minutes earlier)
John opened his eyes slowly as the feeling of warm wetness trailed up his thigh. "I'm a little tired Randy, maybe in the morning."
Randy poked his head out from under the covers, broad smile visible shining bright despite the dim lighting of their hotel room. "Well I'm in the mood again, cowboy. So you better wake up real quick."
John leaned in to kiss him, stopping suddenly as he looked to his right at Cody's still form, lying asleep in his bed.
"What?" Randy questioned, rubbing his hands up and down John's waist.
"Rand, Cody's right next to us. I mean, I know you're a bit of an exhibitionist but that's a little ridiculous."
Randy scoffed, leaning forward to mouth the skin on John's neck, tracing the small scar he found there with his tongue, "Is that all Johnny? Who cares, he's asleep."
John breathed slowly, hating Randy for the stir in his cock at Randy's movements on top of him, "what if he wakes up and freaks out?"
Randy sighed, sitting up on his haunches, "John, in my opinion, no one is 100% straight; we're all bi to a point. It just depends on the necessity of the situation. Who gives a fuck if he wakes up? I want you to fuck me, are you seriously trying to argue right now?"
Well who could fight that logic?
John quickly shook his head no, reaching his hands up to grasp at Randy's well-built and sculpted back. "You feel like riding baby?"
"You bet your huge ass I am," Randy smirked, situating himself on John's lap, reaching behind him to guide John's thick cock into him.
"Uhh…God," Randy moaned, the pained look on his face turning John on more than anything. Randy bit his bottom lip, loving the burn with being taken dry, despite the fact he was still a bit loose from earlier.
He began riding John, moving his hips back and forth, moving faster with each moan that fell from his and John's mouths.
"Faster baby, come on. Ride me like I know you love to," John grunted, moving his hands to Randy's hips as he picked him up and dropped him down onto his dick, moving himself deeper inside Randy.
"Fuck," Randy moaned, John hitting his sweet spot with his meaty length as John thrusted up into him on each downward motion of Randy's ass. "God damn, Johnny. So good."
"Yeah, that's right," John groaned, thrusting harder and harder into Randy as he continued his whispered pleas to 'go harder, faster, oh fuck so good'.
Randy rode John as hard as he could, feeling his orgasm drawing nearer as John maliciously struck his prostate over and over. "Please John, so close. Fuck, make me come, please!"
John groaned at the request, the fact Randy was begging for release making him close to cumming as well. Moving his hand from around Randy's waist, John grabbed Randy's dick, the angry red head leaking precum as Randy tried to hold back his orgasm for as long as he could.
"Oh, John. Fuck!" Randy moaned loudly, crying out as he came all over his stomach, coating John's hand with stream after stream of his seed.
John moaned at the feeling of Randy clenching his ass around him, the tightness around his dick practically making him feel faint.
"Give it to me, Johnny." Randy moaned, leaning forward to crash his lips across John's, biting his bottom lip hard between his teeth. "Cum for me John."
John closed his eyes, mouth falling open in bliss as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, crashing into him, and shoving him over the edge.
Randy sighed as he felt the warmth coat his insides, slowly trickling down his thighs as he pulled himself off of John. He laid down next to him, pulling the sheets around him, not caring that he had cum stuck to his abs or that they were completely naked underneath and they had a roommate; Randy was perfectly content to fall asleep here in John's arms.
Randy looked over John's shoulder over to Cody's bed, who was lying completely still, his back turned toward the wall. See? He was fine, no screaming due to witnessing hardcore gay sex. Everything was all good, besides he was still sleeping.
Wrong.
Cody woke up soon after Randy's voice had coaxed his orgasm from him in is dream, finding out two things right away: his sweats were warm and sticky with what was sure to be his cum, and the moans that came from Randy's mouth in his dream weren't only in his head.
He didn't even have time to begin to consider the implications of his dream, because as soon as he opened his eyes, his ears were assaulted by the moans and hushed expletives of John and Randy, accompanied by the tell-tale sounds of skin slapping against skin; pure sex.
His first instinct was to run, leave the room as quickly as possible. But try as he might to get up, his body wouldn't move an inch from the warm cocoon of his blankets. Despite the fact he knew he was supposed to be revolted, sickened by the fact that he was witnessing himself John and Randy's extracurricular activities, he had never been more turned on in his life. His cock was tiredly stirring to life in his pants, and the heat wave of sweat that normally only came on when he was in the middle of a masturbation session was rampantly increasing his temperature.
He heard the sounds of John and Randy coming to completion, each of them silently falling asleep afterwards.
Cody lie awake, perfectly still and silent, trying to convince him of his heterosexuality; he'd just had a very explicit sex dream about a man he despised, (a man!) he heard two guys having sex and it turned him on instantly, and he now had a very painful boner because of the fact.
He was almost sure that it was perfectly normal, that sex noises and the sounds of the actual act would turn on anyone, except for one crucial piece of information: Cody had to hold back with every bit of will he had from going over to their bed and forcing Randy to make those noises again.
Aha...seems progress has been made. Hope you enjoyed