His hair hung in limp, sweat-soaked tendrils around his flushed face. The sheen on his skin was thick and slid down his limbs in beads that caught the dimmed lamplight, sparking like liquid diamonds. Past parted lips, his breath rang in chorus of fragmented moans and heavy panting. He sat straddled across Randy's lap, palms slipped behind his back and rested against Randy's finely cut abs. Strong hands gripped his hips and guided his steady rise and fall on Randy's cock. It was thick and felt like he had a nightstick shoved up his ass, but damn if he didn't want more.
A drop of sweat rolled down his nose and dripped from the tip. Against his ear was Randy's hot breath sent a shiver down his spine, the words he purred tightening the knots in his belly. "C'mon, Jericho. Ride that dick, baby. Fuck yourself on it...."
It was not the first time he'd been spitted on Randy's shaft that night – Randy, as it had turned out, was aptly named. Randy had lured Chris up to his hotel room, reminiscing on the heat that flowed between them every time they stepped into the ring together, focusing intently on the appearance he'd made on the Highlight Reel a few months previous. Chris hadn't been kidding when he'd called Randy a sexy beast and Randy had picked up on that.
The night had begun with Randy giving himself up to the advances Chris made on him, spreading his legs and taking him in deep. When he'd finally tumbled on top of Randy, the both of them a sticky mess of cooling sweat and cum, Chris had thought the adventure over. His stamina was not what it used to be; he was well-aware that he was no longer an early twenty-something. A few minutes of rest later, though, he had discovered quite differently about Randy. That lead him to now, hours later, in the middle of an exhausted ride on the edge of the bed, hips bruising under the strength of Randy's grip.
He brought his right hand forward to fist it around his own cock, busily pumping toward a final body-shaking orgasm – there wouldn't be more from him tonight, whatever tricks Randy tried. However, playing ewe to Randy's ram was not how Chris planned on finishing the night, no matter how nice it was to be filled so fully.
Chris schooled himself, his determination helping him shove Randy's hands away and slide himself off the hefty shaft so intent on splitting him in half. The slip and sudden emptiness that followed were almost his undoing. He fought the urge to slam himself back down on Randy with gritted teeth.
"Where you goin', baby?" Randy murmured, nuzzling along his spine as Chris stood. His hands grasped and molded the roundness of Chris' ass, a thumb sneaking inward to push into his stretched hole. "Don't you wanna finish it?"
He eased Randy's hands away again and turned around to face him, cock bobbing in front of him. With a nonchalant wave, he directed Randy's attention to it. When Randy just stared at him and started to ask what he was up to, Chris was quick to let him know what was going on. "Shut the hell up and get that filthy mouth where it belongs."
"Oh, I see," Randy answered with a breathy chuckle. "Think you're the big man now, do ya, Jericho?" His hand slipped around Chris' hips and slid down his thighs, jerking hard when they reached his knees. Chris fell forward, landing astride Randy's lap once more, facing him this time, cock dripping and hard against Randy's even harder stomach. Randy's hands were on his rump again, knees urging Chris' legs wider, shifting him until the smooth, bulbous head of Randy's cock was pressing against his opening, seeking entrance. "How about we finish it up like this? Let me shove my tongue down your throat while my dick's up your ass..."
It would have been so easy, just letting himself drop, feeling Randy glide right back inside to fill up the aching hollow. Except he was absolutely not going to end the night submitting to a prick like Randy Orton. He shoved Randy's hands away for a third time and glared at him, getting back to his feet.
"What part of shut the hell up don't you get, Orton?"
Randy opened his mouth again, but whatever he might have said was cut off by Chris grabbing the back of his head and pulling him forward. Bringing his other hand into play, Chris guided the tip of his cock to Randy's lips and ran the glistening head over his lips, turning the pretty pink softer than it already was with a layer of opalescence. "Like you said earlier, get sucking, baby, 'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride."
He didn't expect Randy to cooperate, not really. It wasn't something that really sat well with his personality, but when the hot wet of open mouth and squirming tongue closed around him, Chris though he might have to rethink that opinion. A moan, muffled and caught in the back of his throat, flowed from him. His hand cradled the back of Randy's head as he was shown a strong mastery of cocksucking.
Chris almost let Randy go too far, barely keeping himself for shooting a load down Randy's throat before he pushed him away, Randy's lips freeing him with a soft slurp and pop. His breath was a gruff round of panting, deeper and more forceful than it had been. "Fuck, Randy," he rasped, fingers grabbing and clenching at the closely shorn, dark hair. "Somebody might think you've done this before if you keep that up."
"Then somebody would be right." Randy grinned crookedly up at him, eyes no more than slitted open and heated. He leaned forward and dragged his hot tongue over the head of Chris' cock, letting it slip through his lips and back into his mouth.
Chris' brain went hazy, that tongue touching and pressing into all the right spots. His distraction was great enough that he only vaguely noted Randy's hand sneaking across the bed to snatch up the open and dripping bottle of lube. There were so many nasty comparisons he could have made about that, but he was far more content to just let Randy suck his dick and catch his moans behind clenched teeth.
Before long, Randy pulled his mouth away again, but that was all right. His hands were quick to replace it, smearing the slick cool of the lube down his shaft. Chris drew in a slow breath, pushing forward into the loose grip. A few more lingering thrusts and he forced himself to stop for the continuing fear of going too far. The ache in his balls was distinct, a more crucial problem in his mind than his steadily developing exhaustion.
He smoothed his hand over Randy's short hair, petting and catching his attention once more. "On the bed and like a dog, Randy," he purred.
Slowly, Randy's fingers stretched and slipped away from his cock one at a time. Eyes darkly underscored, Chris watched in blistering anticipation as Randy turned and crawled to the center of the disheveled hotel bedspread. The simple slate grey linen showed evidence of their earlier sports. Chris smirked and slid onto the bed on his knees after Randy, moving over to him that way.
He used one knee to ease Randy's a little farther apart. The height difference made readily visible in the length of their thighs left Randy positioned too high if he didn't spread them wider. One hand curled loose around the base of his cock, Chris caught one tightly muscled cheek and gave it a good feel. It wasn't the most volumptous rear in the business, usually something that resulted in a rather serious markdown on the fuckability scale, but damn if it didn't have it's own crazy sort of appeal.
His thumb traveled the length of Randy's crack, imitating the move that had been used on himself. A lengthy catch in Randy's breath was sweet on his ears, the submissiveness of the sound sending a shiver low in his belly. The slide into Randy's hole was not as smooth as it had been into his own, though, proof enough that Randy needed a thorough fucking more than he did.
Chris pulled his thumb free and urged Randy down just a little more, grabbing hold of the cheek once more to hold Randy open. He leaned in, bumping the leaking tip of his cock against the short expanse of soft, smooth skin behind Randy's balls. Using the circle of his fingers, he tilted the thickened shaft upward and slid the tip on an unerring path toward the tight, puckered ring waiting for him.
He nudged and pushed in slowly, the air leaving his lungs in lingering heaves. The low growl in his voice as he uttered a string of wanton crudeness was matched by the grating keen of Randy's moan. Chris kept the process a dawdling one, taking what he was sure was a full minute to sink himself balls deep. "C'mon, you little bitch, time to show me how much of a whore you really are."
Hands rested on Randy's narrow hips, Chris held still, restraining the near overpowering desire to spill into him right then and there. In less than a heartbeat, Randy had the game figured out and was rocking on his cock, taking it up his ass again and again at his own pace. Chris pulled his right hand back, resting it behind his own hip as he gave in just a very little, letting his hips move encouragingly into Randy's endeavors. There was nothing hotter than watching his own hard dick slide deep into a tight and warmly accommodating hole, whatever the gender of his partner.
An amused glint touched his heavy eyes and an airy chuckle fell from his parted lips when Randy reached back to let his fingertips slide across the slick shaft as he moved over it. The sweat on their skin was quick to renew itself, giving them both a sheen that glowed under the lamplight. Droplets glided down Randy's thighs as Chris watched, the smooth flesh stripped free of hair, unlike his own. He slid the hand still rested on Randy's hip inward to stroke along the length of his back and down around the curve of his ass. Their slow pace gave him plenty of time to pet and fondle.
And pet and fondle he did, moving the hand around Randy's hip to pass over his belly and lower. Randy's full and heavy cock filled his hand, his fingertips brushed and stroked Randy's ball, even teasing his own briefly, as he leaned against Randy's back. His could feel the hot moisture of his breath as it reflected back at him from Randy's nape, the primitive briar tattoo resting just under his chin. Their voices wound together as they moved beyond words, an unremitting composition of moans and keening whimpers all that was left to them after a night filled with obscene exchanges.
Chris found himself unable to keep his meticulous control, both of them conceding to an animal intensity as he bared his teeth and started ramming hard into Randy. A series of short and sharp bursts was followed by a moment of harsh panting as Chris rested for a breath or two. Then, he pushed beyond the very last of his limits, his now hard-tugging hand joined on Randy's cock by the long, thin fingers of Randy's own.
Using the last drops of energy lingering at the bottom of his tank, Chris shoved Randy forward, leaving just his ass propped high in the air. He slammed into overdrive and, in a rugged dive into sweat-slicked and sticky cliche, pounded Randy into the mattress. There was a pitched slap of skin on skin, the creaking of a protesting bedframe, and the rough and winded gasping of labored breathing. The tight clasp of Randy around his cock was growing tighter as the both neared this one last release. His balls were drawn up closer than ever and throbbing with the need to finish it.
And then it was done. Chris was forced by his overworked body to give in to the demand. He drove all the way home, cock twitching as the first strong wave of orgasm hit him. Pulling out quickly thereafter, Chris aimed the tip of his spurting cock over Randy's backside, leaving strings of pearly droplets between his thighs and across the small of his back. His hand pumped up and down the length, squeezing out every last bit he could coax. There wasn't much – most of it had already been spilled in their earlier escapades – but, damn, did it feel awesome, wracking his body with an extensive series of shudders as the last of his energy fizzled.
Mind abuzz, Chris lazily continued stroking himself, using his other hand to smear the spunk into Randy's evenly tanned skin. The edges of his vision were greying and going fuzzy with the loss of his rapidly dying endurance. He was brought back to his senses somewhat when he felt Randy moving. Before he could react, though, he was tugged over to one side and laid out across the bed.
Blinking in surprise, Chris stared up at Randy sitting astride his waist, dick in hand. "And what's this all about?" he murmured, pressing his hands along Randy's thighs.
Randy's eyes were dark and inescapable, his succulent mouth twisted into a dangerous snarl of concentration. He didn't answer Chris, just wrapped his fingers just a little tighter around his thick shaft, leaned into it, and began jerking. Randy's hand moved, faster and firmer, clenching almost violently as his curled fingers rounded the dripping head. Chris watched with a dedicated gaze as welling drops of cum were swiftly polished into the ruddy flesh.
Then Randy grunted and his hips spasmed forward, cock jutting through the ring of his fingers to spurt short bursts of cum across Chris' belly. A few drops made it so far as his ribcage, though exhaustion was showing as his release was only barely more copious than Chris' own.
A slow, gusty exhale signaled Randy's final defeat and he collapsed atop Chris, who was too far gone to complain about the weight. Instead, Chris gathered what breath he could and murmured, "We should shower before we crash."
Randy's only response was a low rumble, his face buried against the side of Chris' neck.
With a pat to Randy's side, Chris snorted in tired amusement. He had to agree with that one – the afterglow could wait.
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