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Sales Post

2009-06-04T13:14:03Z

So yes, after cleaning up and sorting out we noticed that we have a lot of stuff we're not that interested in anymore.
Since we also need the money, selling is a good option here. :)

Bands we're selling stuff of:

~~176 Biz~~
Bis
Creature Creature
DJ Ozma
Duel Jewel
Gazette
Gyakkumen
Kishidan
~~Plastic Tree~~
Soroban

Japanese Originals - mostly First Press or Limited Edition.

Let's make some rules first 8)

1. Payment
Money should be transferred using bank transfer (with Iban/Swift!) or Paypal.
If you use Paypal, there's a 2 % extra fee for buys in europe and a 4% extra fee for international buys.
Please try to pay immediately (aka don't do it 1362568213 days after but within a week :D )

All prices are in € and can be converted to US$ or all other currencys here .

2. Shipping
I'll ship after payment has arrived here.
Shipping will be however you want it to be, that means:
If you want insured shipping -cool!
If you want uninsured shipping, we're not responsible when the item gets lost ( though this never happened to me before!)
I'll go to the post office and check the price, tell you what shipping for your desired type is and then you can transfer the money.

3.Other stuff
I'm happy to answer all your question and if you need any further information on an article, just tell me and I'll do my best to find out :3
Yes, we can talk about prices but please be reasonable :D
Ctrl + F is your friend if you're searching for specific bands :3
You can leave a comment or write a personal message if you're interested in any of the items.

4. So, why'd I buy from you guys?
Hmm, good question!
Our items are all in a great condition as we rarely listen to them or watch them. Yeah, we're freaks and a collectors XD
Our ebay feedback can be found here and here. All positive, see?
We're poor and need the money XD

Ok, sweethearts, let's start!
In alphabetical order:

176 Biz

Atelier Album

Limited Edition w/ DVD, out of print

~~Price:30€~~ [SOLD]

Shinkai ni oboreta sakana Single

First Press w/ DVD, out of print
Not opened once, because we actually bought two of those.

~~Price: 20€~~ [Sold]

Bis

Heisei Komanechi Single

First Press
Tsukasa special cover, also includes normal cover

Price: 15€

CreatureCreature

Light&Lust Album

B Jacket / Regular Edition

Price: 20€

DJ Ozma

Age Age Endless Knight DVD

44minutes
2 PV's + Making Off + Para Para instruction+ Documentary+ Live

Price: 25€

Duel Jewel

Visions Mini Album

First Press w/ DVD, out of print

Price: 25€

Gyakkumen

Rakuyou Strip Show

Limited Edition, out of print

Price: 10€

Kishidan

Single Collection + 3 2001-2004

CD w/ DVD

Price: 25€

Gazette

Meaningless Art That People Showed DVD

First Press Limited Edition DVD with cardboard packaging and full color 40 pages booklet
+2 Promo Stickersfrom CD Japan, out of print

Price: 60€

Stacked Rubbish Album CD + DVD

Limited Edition First Press with cardboard packaging and 30 pages booklet, out of print

Price: 43€

Plastic Tree

Boukyaku Monologue Book w/ DVD

A4 Softcover, 100 pages, many pictures and great interviews
DVD Documentary and interviews

~~Price: 30€~~ [SOLD]

Chandelier Album

CD w/ DVD Limited Edition, Out of print.

~~Price: 35€~~ [SOLD]

2006 Tour Pamphlet

~~Price: 25€~~ [SOLD]

Zero DVD

First Press Limited Edition w/ Backstage Pass Replica, Out of print.

~~Price: 50€~~ [SOLD]

Soroban

Koudou Gestalt Single

Price: 10€

Fanfiction: Reward System

2008-11-22T18:20:49Z

Titel: Reward System
Authors: ringo_no_hana & kirakira_luxury
Pairing: Randy Orton ♥ MVP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Answer a question and you'll get a reward.
A/N: Don’t own them. Pure fiction, sadly D:

Thank you, eric_idle_rules, you are the most awesome beta reader ever :3

*gasp* This is actually a wrestling fanfiction O__O. It was written sometime in July but I was too lazy to post it XD Anyways, I must be a fortune teller because I already knew that there would exist a picture like this one in the near future :3

Randy stood, pressed against the decorative roughcast white wall, his breath flat, though he had scolded himself that his actions were childish and inappropriate. Just around the corner, in the nightly-deserted spa area of the hotel, sat Montel Vontavious Porter in a hot and bubbling whirlpool, his arms on the wooden margin and his eyes closed, bliss clearly visible on his face. Randy once again carefully looked around the corner, taking in the sight that was offered to him. He drew his head back rapidly as Montel opened his eyes and squeezed them together, looking in Randy’s direction, who hastily retreated a few steps backwards closer to the comforting safety of the hotel hallway in the hope that he was still unseen. Randy accidently bumped against the half-open massive glass door, an ugly clanking noise was produced as it fell shut.

‘Oh, great, and I left it open so I could disappear soundlessly,’ Randy thought, and a dissatisfied pout plastered itself on his face. He had turned to watch the door, silently cursing it and his own stupid idea to even come here. He silently mouthed the sentences Adam had said to him around half an hour ago: “He’s in that bubble tub, loosening his strained muscles. You know, he trained the whole day, sweat running down his body. He looked really tasty in that white sweatpants and this tank top. Hmm, that was definitely eye-candy, even if he usually isn’t my type...” He rounded the sentence off with a hearty ‘dumbfuck’, presenting his middle finger to the door.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Randy turned around and was almost thrown off balance. Montel stood before him, his eyebrows raised and a soft and fluffy bright white towel riding low on his hips.
“Erh….”, Randy said, every clear thought blown from his mind; he wasn’t able to utter a single intelligent word. After ten more seconds of undisguised staring, the skin on Randy’s head started to prickle and he had to scratch it, finally breaking the uncomfortable moment. A thought shot through his head and he congratulated himself for his own brilliance.

“Man, you know, I was searching the bar as some hot chick is already waiting there for me but I just can’t find it. Do you know where it is?”

Montel made a few steps forward and looked to a place over the other man’s head. Then he nodded and said: “Your’re absolutely wrong here. If I read that thing…”, he pointed to a sign post hanging directly over the glass door: “…then the bar is obviously on the 16th floor. That’s logical, as bars in hotel’s are almost always in high places. The view seems to stimulate the people to buy more drinks. You should know that, you bought at least five drinks in this bar yesterday and today you claim that you don’t know where it is. That is indeed interesting.”

Randy was shocked, how could Montel know that? He had had a few drinks yesterday, but he was fairly sure that he had them alone.

“How do you know that?”

Montel smirked and a determined gleam appeared in his eyes. “You are to naïve for your own good, Orton. I swear I could tell you that Jericho has grown wings and was promoted to Smackdown’s resident Angel and your mouth would fall open and you would gawp at me saying: ‘Really?’.”

“You made all of this up? Why did you do this?”

“Because I saw that you were going to lie. So, what’s the real reason you stalk me?”

Randy moved towards the door, searching for the handle for a fast escape: “I didn’t stalk you!” Montel just shrugged and looked to the floor like a father waiting for a good explaination why his son’s trousers were torn.

“You stood over there for at least ten minutes and watched me lying in a whirlpool, ever so careful to not get caught. I have two things to say to that. One: You failed. Two: Secretly
watching an unaware person is stalking or are you trying to get a foot in the private detective business?”

Oh yes, he was caught. Randy fumbled for words, the humiliation of the truth to hard to bear for him. He could hardly tell Montel that he wanted to be all cool and confident and come up to him, licking his earshell and asking him for a little training session, ‘Just the two of us, you know?’

Montel didn’t stop his insistent proping and shot a mass of questions at Randy ranging from: ‘You watch me a whole lot lately, why?’ to ‘Why are your ears so red?’

And then it happened, the loosely positioned towel fell down and Randy protected himself of the coming exhibition with his hands before his eyes. The situation was awkward enough, he didn’t want to embarrass them both further and hoped for a sudden rescue.

“Ouch!” Montel hissed out, a sound that made Randy look up instantly.

His eyebrows were drawn together when he noticed that the other man wore trunks and he blushed even more as he caught himself thinking that he secretly wished the dark fabric wasn’t there.

“See, you are so easy to fool.”

Randy cursed himself again, an action that seemed to follow him around at this day; suddenly Montel turned and walked back to the area he had come from, returning a minute later to hold all his belongings he had brought here with him and wearing one of the hotel-owned bathrobes which occasionally landed as a souvenir in some tourist’s bags.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he said without looking back.

“Don’t you want to dress first?” Randy asked, following a few steps behind the other man and once again at a loss for smarter words.

“Are you nuts? It’s 2 a.m. in the fucking morning and there will be no one up. Besides: I’m famous, I can look the way I want and still be incredibly desirable.”

Randy gulped; Montel was certainly right with this statement.

They stepped into the elevator and the need to say something became very urgent, at least for one of them.

“I…uh…so, how are you today?”

Montel laughed openly, throwing his head back. This was so amusing, to see Randy like that was something absolutely new, the usually calm and collected man was obviously very churned up inside and something in Montel was proud to know that he had caused this condition. Randy frowned and the corners of his mouth pointed downwards: “Why are you laughing at me? I don’t find this situation very amusing!”

A sharp ‘bing’ was heard and then a cold, female voice announced that they had arrived at the 11th floor, Montel got out and went straight to his room, a very disgruntled and upset Randy striding a few steps behind him.

Montel needed two tries to open the door to his room and he could basically feel Randy’s breath on his neck, which sent pleasant shivers down his back. He stepped into the dark room, and searched for the light switch, but then he was suddenly whirled around. His back hit the wall hard and two strong arms planted themselves on either side of his head.

“So, Porter, be nice to me and tell me what you’re up to.”

Montel smirked and put his hands to Randy’s breast, trying to push him away but he hadn’t expected the resistance the other man put up. He didn’t move an inch; instead he smiled at Montel with a slightly sour face expression.

“I’m still waiting for my answer.”

“Don’t you know why you’re here now? Not being able to tie ends together logically isn’t a good sign at your age.”

Randy grunted and laughed. Then he stopped apruptely and shot Montel another awaiting glare. In response he got an angelic smile, and two fingers hooked into his jeans. Randy felt a jolt of pleasure running through his body, even this small touch was able to create this intense feeling.

“If you give me an answer on your own, I will give you a reward.”

“You’re going to give me the reward I want, Porter.”

Montel’s smile didn’t falter one bit when he spoke again: “You may suggest something and then I’ll decide if I do it or if I won’t do it. Show me a little respect; I’m the older one here.”
Randy didn’t laugh this time but breathed in deep.

“We’re here to fuck. Get out of that bathrobe and those trunks.”

Montel held his hands up defensively. “Hey, one at a time, Legend Killer.”

He got rid of the bathrobe and asked another question: “So, how come you’re not in this bar you’re supposed to be, surrounded by pretty chicks?”

Randy moved backwards a few steps, and looked around. He grabbed the cushioned chair that stood in one corner of the room and put it in front of Montel, ordering the other man to stay where he was, then he sat down.

“I found something better to do. Trunks off.”

“First: explain.”

Randy wanted to argue but he decided that it would be better if he didn’t, after all this might be a one time chance.

“I’m convinced spending time with you is better.”

Montel rolled his eyes and teasingly pulled the hem of the only piece of clothing he still wore down. “Hm, I never knew that you had a thing for me.”

Randy snipped impatiently, insisting that he still hadn’t gotten his reward. Montel sighed and pulled his trunks down, revealing himself fully to the other man. Randy looked the other man up and down with an appreciative gaze and moved a little in his chair, his pants suddenly seeming to grow tighter in certain areas. Montel leaned against the wall and licked his lips, whatever was to come, it promised to be good. “So, why did you decide to follow me today?”

Randy leaned forward, his ellbows propped up on his knees. “Moment of madness, I suppose. You are kind of interesting these days so I thought having a closer look at you would feed my needs. Where’s your sports equipment?” he said and leered at Montel.

“Bottom right drawer,” the other man answered and looked at Randy who stood up to open the drawer and take lube and a packaged condom out.

“Why am I so interesting?” curiosity swung in the question and Montel bit his lip as the other man stripped of his shirt, baring his muscular body before he seated himself on the bed.

“Because you’re hot. And I like your wrestling style. It’s very appetizing. Come over here.”

Montel slowly moved over to the other man and came to a halt in front of him; he laid his hand on the other man’s shoulders and waited for his next words, but instead of saying something Randy kissed his stomach softly.This was an affectionate action that Montel hadn’t awaited. He was silent for a short time until a piercing blue gaze hit him.

“I’m waiting for a new question.”

“Why did you just do that?”

“Sex is about pleasure and feeling comfortable and I think this was an action that expresses both of those things.”

An unsure expression grazed Montel’s face, this was supposed to be all about rough and uncomplicated sex but now it threatened to turn into something else. He heard Randy’s laughter, a deep sound that he wasn’t used to hearing.

“Oh, man, you’re so easy to fool. You certainly looked like I proposed to you just a second ago.”

Did he mean that seriously?

“Come on, Montel, I’m not the person to await anything from whatever happens tonight. Let’s just take things easy.”

He outstretched his arm and put his hand on Montel’s hip. “New question.”

“I can’t think of one at the moment. You have a wish for free.”

“Onto your knees and get me out of these pants.”

Montel relaxed and grinned at Randy, positioning himself between the other man’s legs. “Your ability to count sucks.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s going to suck today.”

Montel unzipped Randy’s pants and drew them, including his underwear as far down as he could without having the other one to stand up. He retrieved Randy’s half-hard cock and his tongue darted out for a short moment to lick on the light red head. A moan was audible from above and strong hands grabbed Montel’s hair.

“I…I didn’t expect that,” Randy uttered, watching Montel intently, his loins heatening at this view. The man between his legs let his tongue swirl expertely around the cockhead, he stopped his actions to evaluate Randy’s condition, then he continued and his tongue slid up and down on the blood filled shaft.

“Stop!” Randy demanded. Montel followed this order, though he couldn’t resist saying something: “I havent’t asked another question yet.”

“I don’t care about you asking questions anymore. Get onto this bed right now.”

Montel lifted an eyebrow and crawled onto the bed, pushing Randy back with his hand and rubbing his lap over the other man’s. Both men moaned loudly before Randy practically smashed their mouths together and started a heated tongue fight. Montel let himself be kissed, giving control to the other man. He felt Randy’s tongue gliding against his, calming down to settle for a softer and slower pace, taking the aggressiveness out of their kiss. Strong hands gripped Montel’s backside and he broke their kiss.
“Get the lube!” Montel said and laid onto the bed, waiting. Randy moved to the end of the bed and was back within seconds with the requested item in hand. He grinned slyly and threw the lube to Montel, slowly undressing from his pants. He enjoyed the sultry and very promising look Montel gave him and then moved towards him like a hunting tiger.

“Wow, someone is trying to be very sexy here, huh?” Montel asked, his eyes half shut but he still watched the other man intentely.

“Oh, no, ‘someone’ isn’t trying, he’s driving you wild with his ultimate eroticism,” with those words said, he once again aimed to capture Montel’s mouth in a hot kiss. The other man moved towards him and let his hands glide over Randy’s broad shoulders, loving the feeling of warm skin under his fingers. Randy suckled lightly on his neck, moving further to his collarbone and eliciting soft moans from Montel. His impatience urged him to go on and he grabbed the lube, wetting his fingers with it and pressing them against Montel’s hole. Randy felt the other man relax and pushed two digits into him in a smooth thrust, not stopping once until they were completely sheated inside the other man. Montel swore loudly, calling Randy a few names he hadn’t even thought they even existed before.

“What’s up with you, MVP?” he accentuated the last word, smiling broadly when he said it and scissoring his fingers.

“Can’t take what I give?” Randy went on. Montel snorted and laid his head back, trying to relax and succeding when Randy hit a very good spot. He moaned out loudly and savoured the feelings that coursed through his body. He opened his half-shut eyes fully and cupped Randy’s face in his hand.

“Now or never,” he said in a hushed tone.

Randy licked his lips and withdrew his fingers, anticipation gleaming in his eyes. He took the condom and ripped its packaging open, rolling the thin sheath over his erection. Randy couldn’t hold back and let out a wanton moan as he touched his hard penis for this short moment; he could barely stand the tension that had built up between them. He pushed Montel’s knees to his chest and laid himself on top of the other man.

“Ready?” he asked but never waited for the answer. It wasn’t as he would accept a retreat at this point of their get-together. Randy pushed in carefully, this time taking his time. He buried his face in the crook of Montel’s neck and lightly suckled and licked on the skin that was happy enough to be there. Both man moaned at the intense feeling the closeness and connection their bodies provided and the sheer friction forced them to start a steady slow rhythm. Randy moved his head to look at Montel and planted a light kiss on his lips. The other man drew a irritated pout and moved his hips to meet Randy’s.

“Don’t treat me like some fucking woman, Orton, I don’t need this shit.”

Randy laughed, obviously amused, his voice already heavy with aroused pants. They continued in ‘silence’ and after a short time Montel’s moans started to grow louder and more excited. His fingers sunk into Randy’s shoulderblades and he hissed, “This rhythm is killing me,” out before he arched his back and warm cum exploded from his hard penis.
Randy felt heat washing over his body as the orgasm of the other man drew him into his own abyss and he pressed his lips one last time against Montel’s luscious mouth, climaxing in the still clenching heat of the beautiful body underneath him. He grunted as he drew out of Montel after a very short rest on top of him and removed the used condom, throwing it to the floor carelessly. He laid on his side, lazily drawing a blanket over them both.

“Wow, that was unexpected.”

Montel only gave a tired nod in response, already in the middle of drifting off to sleep.

“Hey, come on, talk to me, what made you cum when I hadn’t even really started with all the good things?”

A hand laid above his mouth and Montel didn’t even open his eyes as he answered: “Could you please shut up? I want to sleep.”

Randy peeled the hand back, moving closer to Montel in the process. “So, you’re a sucker for slow rhytm then? I’ll consider this next time.”

“Oh, wow, that’s so nice of you. If I were you, I wouldn’t even consider a next time.”

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Randy woke up at shortly after 8 a.m., a pleased smile spreading on his face. He stretched languidly and relished the feeling of warm sunrays on his body. Last night was certainly successful. Randy looked around, noticing instantely that he was the only person in the room. He sat up and spotted a small white sheet of paper that he took in his hand.

‘Meet me at 8:30 in the lobby. I have a rental car for the 10:00 conference appointment ready for us. Btw: you snore.’

~Fin~

Fanfiction: Re:Start

2008-07-16T18:41:41Z

Titel: Re:Start
Authors: ringo_no_hana &kirakira_luxury
Pairing: Tatsurô ♥ Miya (Mucc)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tatsurô decides it’s time to take his relationship with Miya one step further.
A/N: Don’t own them. Pure fiction, sadly D:

Re:Start

Tatsurô stirred the tea in his cup and watched small waves appearing on the reddish surface. He stared at the fastly smoothening liquid that reflected his somewhat distorted face and listened to Gara’s soft breathing. They had met up in the afternoon in Tatsurô’s flat, just a small gathering of old friends but they hadn’t talked much at all. In fact, nothing had left their lips after a short welcome and two other questions. If he thought about it, Tatsurô had to admit that their meeting was pretty pointless. He sighed and leaned back, leaving his rapidly cooling tea untouched on the couch table before he opened his mouth and spoke.

“So, how’s Daisuke?” he asked, knowing that this question probably wouldn’t lighten his friend’s mood up.

“He’s doing better. If he keeps going like that, he’ll be out of rehab in about one month but…” Gara took a deep breath and fell silent again. He took a cookie from the bowl beside him and chewed on it.

“But?” Tatsurô probed. He knew the right answer but nevertheless wanted to hear it from Gara. Something in his mind felt like being sadistic today, especially after the huge fight about some stupid song he and Miya had had this morning.

Gara shot him a disgruntled glare and drew a face.

“He refuses to look and talk with me, doesn’t even want me to visit him, now that he finally has the chance to see someone. The last time I asked him how he was, he almost had a nervous breakdown and I only talked to him on the phone.”

Tatsurô couldn’t surpress a small snort and made a note to lock his two friends up in a room as soon as Daisuke was back. He had already made some plans as last months developments had slowly started to get more and more positive and he was now able to laugh as heartily as ever and returned to his old cheerful self.

He looked over to Gara and noticed that the other man stretched himself, looking as if he did one of his weird Yoga techniques. He almost felt animated to do the same but resisted in the last moment, instead he stood up and walked to his TV to turn it on. When he turned back around, Gara was in the process of picking up his cat. He looked determined enough to keep it on his arm for at least ten minutes. The action of wanting physical contact would have seemed uncharacteristical if one didn’t know the seemingly cold and distanced vocalist better, but this was just a superficial diversionary maneuver to fend off unwelcomed people.

“He’s in love with you.”, Tatsurô stated and sat down next to Gara again, ruffling his cat’s fur. He earned another displeased look and knew that his friend didn’t approve this insight, nor did he want to talk about this topic with him.

“So, then why doesn’t he talk to me?” Gara asked, pouting. He turned away, obviously planning to not continue their talk.

“Because he’s mometarily to fucked up in the head to do so.”

Gara sat the cat down and turned to Tatsurô again. He raised his fist and hit the other man’s arm as hard as he could, a small satisfied smile showed up on his face when Tatsurô gave a pained yelp.

“We’re not exactly here to talk about my love life right now. How are things going between you and super-virgin?”

Tatsurô hissed at Gara but refrained from continuing the old topic.

“Hey, I was talking about my cat! Anyways…We’re going slow but it’s working out…this between us, it’s special and I’m not going to be as foolish as I was with you or Shishi. I’m growing up, you know.” he said proudly. And he believed in what he said. Tatsurô was eager to change himself, to prove that he wouldn’t treat people like things anymore and that he was worth to be loved.

“I can just hope you do so, after everything that happened you should’ve learned your lesson. Anyways, even if he’s special you know that relationships need some sex now and then. You two have been together for…” Gara stopped and looked up, mentally counting.
“74 days.”

Tatsurô looked at him puzzled and felt stalked. He didn’t know Gara counted the days he and Miya were together and said so. The other man looked at him and told him, seemingly without any emotion why he did that.

“It’s because of Daisuke, he’s been in this clinic for 75 days now and you had your first offical date one day after his admittance. It’s kind of a coincidence I know that, I looked it up this morning in my calendar.”

Tatsurô nodded and watched the other man, he could see a brooding, dark mood building up inside of him although he tried to be nonchalant and joking.

“You are a liar.”

Gara’s eyebrow twitched and Tatsurô knew this must’ve felt like a hit in the face. He noticed the subtle change in his friend’s posture, a sign that Gara was about to build his ice shell. The next question came out bitter and hard.

“So are you going to ‘get real’ with him soon or do you want to be chaste for the rest of your life? We both know that’s never going to work for you. Fuck him already and everything will be good.”

Clenching his jaw he sat there and tried to calm down the need to punch his friend. Tatsurô had thought about his relationship with Miya too but he was desperate to do everything right this time and he certainly didn’t want to rush things, although he felt the need to do at least something sexually satisfying with Miya. They had been constantely near to each other in the last few weeks. At the beginning this had been a pretty pleasant circumstance but now it was strenous and the fact that he could look at Miya but not touch him the way he wanted didn’t exactly make things easier. Tatsurô shifted and crossed his arms, looking straight at the TV, too stubborn to talk to Gara again who mimiced his action. They sat in silence for a good amount of time, their tea having cooled down completely when Gara drank from the small heavily-ornamemted cup again. He looked at it with something akin to disgust and questioned Tatsurô’s taste. Internally his body convulsed as he tasted the amount of sugar he had put in the tea carelessly. The cup was put on the table again and Gara sighed. He changed his position so he could look at Tatsurô, contemplating if he should reach out and touch the other man’s shoulder. Gara decided otherwise, it just didn’t suit him to do such a caring thing for someone … like Tatsurô.

“Listen, I’m sorry. What I said wasn’t nice and of course in your relationship you should do the things you want to do when you want to do them. I just thought it was about time. I’m not stupid, I can see that you’re having a hard time here. This is why you called me, right? Because you knew Miya wouldn’t show up at your place again if I would be here – he doesn’t exactly like me.”

A crooked smile sneaked on Tatsurôs face and relief of not arguing with Gara anymore was visible on his face. “Wow, someone’s quite talkative today.”

Gara shrugged and brushed one strand of his hair away from his eyes, slightly embarassed.

“He doesn’t hate you, he just prefers to have you and me separated, most preferably with an ocean dividing us. Anyways: I want him.”

“What’s the problem then? Show him, he won’t push you away.”

Tatsurô lifted an eyebrow. “And how on earth should I do that? Should I just undress, show him my hard cock and say ‘SEX, NOW!’. I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

Gara rolled his eyes and compared Tatsurô to himself, he would have had five at least good plans fully developed until now.

“Please don’t do that. Even after a few months of no sex this isn’t a good idea. Be romantic, get candles, get roses, get some music, whatever!”

Tatsurô scratched his head, seemingly trying to work out something with a little sense. He knew that Miya scarcely did or had ever done something romantic. They had watched some movies together, had fallen asleep together, shared more or less chaste kisses but up to now they hadn’t done something really romantic…

“…like a candlelight dinner!” he said out loud and felt brilliant. Next to him his friend shook his head.

“I’m gonna do an uber-romantic candlelight dinner!”

“Ooooh, with candles?” Gara asked, batting his eyelashes at the other man and opening his mouth like he was absolutely surprised. At least Tatsurô had gotten the point.

“Yeah, of course with those big ones…hey, don’t make fun of me!”

One minute later, Tatsurô was speaking at a rapid pace. At some point he threw a piece of paper and a pen to Gara, telling him to write down all the things he said. Gara opted for doodling random things though, trying to shut out Tatsurô’s frantic talk.

“Did you write down everything I said?”

“No.”

A quick exchange of glances was necessary to tell Gara everything he wanted to know – it was time to leave his friend’s place. He had this certain dangerously determined glance in his eyes that made clear that he wasn’t up to something good. Gara hurriedly stood up and moved backwards, always looking at Tatsurô when he did so.

“Ah, I suppose I…have an appointment right now, I just forget to tell you sooner.”

This said he grabbed his jacket from the wardrobe . He was about to open the door when Tatsurou’s arms placed themselves on either side of his head. He felt the other man’s voice vibrating in his body as he spoke. “Thank you for helping me out here, I know I can be a bit slow at times. Anyways…I am supposed to meet Daisuke today. 14:30 sharp, room 311. You don’t know that from me.”

This said he opened the door and pushed Gara out. He still had a lot of things to do.

“So…wow! You did all of this yourself?” Miya asked and helped himself to another small portion of the delicious salad that was placed on the table. The candle flickered in a light draft and a soft bouquet of vanilla and wild flowers spread in the warm air. Miya waited patiently for the answer and felt Tatsuro’s eyes on him. He didn’t even dare to look up, feeling like a prey.

“Yes, it’s a receipt of my mom. I did everything but the chicken!” he said and pride swung in his voice as he watched Miya from across the table, marveling over his filigrane beauty. His plan seemed to work and Miya was obviously more than willing to cooperate. He had returned only half an hour after Tatsurô had called him and was the one to first suggest that they’d just forget their whole stupid argument. He had stated that it ‘had just been about a stupid song after all’. Miya was right, absolutely, perfectly right. Just like he always was. He was one of those persons who were naturally almost never wrong.

“So and…all those roses, they must’ve cost an insane amount of money!”

Tatsurô nodded but the words left his mind as soon as they entered it, he was already planning his steps from after their dinner onwards. As his multi-tasking ability was limited he wasn’t able to listen to Miya’s constant and nervous chatter which was quite atypical for him. He would have noticed it otherwise, the subtle change in his lover’s behaviour. Miya picked at his food, too excited to concentrate on really eating it. He knew what had provoked Tatsurô’s change of course and he welcomed it. On himself he always felt too shy to ask the new, overcautious Tatsurô to take their relationship one step further. Miya heard that the clattering of tableware across him had ended, probably dark brown eyes watched him intently now.

And then it happened, it just spluttered out of him and Miya said it.

“I want to have sex with you!”

Tatsurô’s mouth fell open as his plan shattered to pieces. He shut his eyes and searched for the best reaction he could think of at the moment. His brain ended up as blank as before and he had to take his first idea:

“What?”

Miya felt his cheeks reddening and looked on his half-filled plate, trying to hypnotize the salad to just jump on him and rip his troath. His only hope didn’t react and he cursed the green leave. Miya saw Tatsurô’s shadow moving and his body tensed as he heard the other man’s shuffling footsteps moving towards his chair.
Tatsurô kneeled before him and turned his head so they would be able to look at each other.
“Miya, talk to me. What did you say?” he asked, his voice slightly raspy. He cupped Miya’s chin in his hand and forced the smaller man to look at him. Their eyes met and Tatsurô felt a long lost heat overcoming his body. He felt Miya’s small hands tangeling themselves in his unruly hair and in the next moment he was pressed against his lover’s soft lips. Tatsurô let his tongue glide into Miya’s mouth moaned, the sensation of the moment capturing him fully. He drew his lover down from the chair and on top of him, taking care to go slow enough so that they wouldn’t have to break their kiss.

“I planned this to be super-romantic and great and you just say out boldly that you want me to sleep with you! What has happened to my cute and shy Miya?” Tatsurô said after feeling the urge to take in air properly. He brushed silky hair away from Miya’s face and nuzzled his nose against the soft skin on his neck. It smelled faintly like the cigarette brand Miya always used to smoke and his almost too inconspicious after-shave. Tatsurô pushed his lover a short way upwards and softly turned them so that he was on top. Slender arms slung themselves around his back and Miya whispered in his ear.“It’s about time…”

He trailed his tongue around Tatsurô’s earshell and blew onto the glistening trail. He felt the man above him shudder lightly and renewed confidence flooded his body. He had had sex after all, it had been with women but the basics were the same regardless of gender. Tatsurô moved his head deeper and suckled on his neck. He was intent on leaving a mark that everyone could see tomorrow although he knew their make up artist would hate him for this.

“Uhn…hey, we’re having a photoshoot tomorrow…”, Miya said while exposing his neck more openly and at the same time trying to push his lover away. Tatsurô only kept on going, pretended that he hadn’t heard what the other man said and slowly moved downwards, opening Miya’s striped shirt and exposing his milky white chest.
Tatsurô toyed with the light brown nipples and listened to his lover’s ragged breathing, knowing that he could barely surpress more needy sounds.

“Someone’s really hot today, huh?” he asked teasingly and Miya tugged at his hair, a sudden yelp escaping his mouth when Tatsurô pinched his erected nipple.

“I thought you would never make a move on me.”

“I wanted to give us time, you know I’m normally the rushed type but I was unsure if you wanted it like that.”

Miya gasped and began to draw Tatsurô’s t-shirt over his head, his bare feet were positioned on either side of his lover’s body on the tiled floor. A chill crept through his body and he shuddered involuntary.

“Are you cold?” was Tatsurô’s next worried question. His big brown eyes scanned Miya and he propped himself up on his elbows. His long hair fell over his shoulder and the red strands tickled Miya’s sensitive skin.

“You have to cut these some day.” he said and tried to fend the fine hairs off. Tatsurô smiled softly and stood up. He helped Miya to stand up himself and kissed him shortly. He contemplated if his next move would be smart but couldn’t stop himself. Picking Miya up was much easier than he thought as he was as light as a feather. Tatsurô grinned approvingly and moved them to his bedroom, ignoring Miya’s almost girlish cry of surprise. He kicked the door open and unceremonously dropped his lover onto the bed.

“Humph.” Miya rolled over, knowing that Tatsurô would certainly jump on the soft mattress in less than one second. He wasn’t mistaken and felt his lover landing next to him.

“So, how do you want to do it?”

The boldness of this question startled Miya and he blushed profoundly.

“What do you mean?”

He received an impish grin and averted his gaze, suddenly finding large interest in Tatsurô’s bedsheets, which he had obviously changed recently.

“You know what I mean. It’s your first time so… do you have any idea what you want or don’t want to do?”
Miya wanted to drop dead precisely this moment. How could Tatsurô ask such a question? If this would be a normal situation he would have probably just stood up and left the cheeky vocalist alone. But this could barely be described as a normal situation. He felt the urge to react exactly in his usual way though.

“Err…could we please not talk about this right now and just do it or I might want to punch you.”

Tatsurô laughed and crawled over to Miya like a wildcat. He slowly and languidly moved over the other man and pressed his lips once more against his lover’s. Tongues touched in playful ways, making Miya arch up to welcome and deepen their kiss. Tatsurô slipped off Miya’s shirt that still hung around his shoulder’s and mentally prepared everything, knowing that it was sometimes better to have a plan. He broke their kiss and moved over to the edge of the bed, his long arms dangling over it and searching for something. A few seconds later he pulled an enormous tube of lubricant and a package of condoms, bubblegum taste, which made Miya raise his eyebrow in a skeptical way, out of there.

“What? I thought they were kinda cool!”

Miya just nodded, rolled his eyes and ducked the flying object. He looked behind him to grasp the plastic packaging and jumped when he felt Tatsurô’s warm but slightly moist hands touching his stomach. They moved down and stopped on his jeans, hesitating.

“Go on.” Was Miyas hushed reply and he didn’t dare to turn his head although his position was more than awkward and uncomfortable. He felt Tatsurô’s hand opening his fly and zipper. His body felt hot when one hand dived directly into his briefs and fingers stroked his hardening cock. Miya bit his lips and shut his eyes, feeling his body react violently to Tatsurô’s brief and fluttering touches. He let himself fall backwards and the hand slipped out of his pants. His eyes still shut, Miya noticed that Tatsuro didn’t move nearer to him but instead removed his trousers and then seemed to disappear into thin air.

“Tatsurô?”

“I’m with you in a minute!”

Miya let his head fall back onto the soft sheets and waited. He didn’t know what Tatsurô did but didn’t feel the need to ask. He was nervous, the feeling nagging somewhere in his stomach and growing with every second his lover was away. It had been good as long as Tatsurô was there to take his mind off unwanted thoughts. Just before he wanted to stand up and search for his lover something cold hit his stomach. Miya looked down and saw a perfectly shaped strawberry lying there.

“You see, the flowers were not the only expensive thing today.”

Miya felt like either dying in embarassement or drooling as he saw that Tatsurô was absolutely naked. He felt stupid as he noticed that it was the first time in their relationship that they both wore nothing. He had wanted them to have sex much sooner but somehow he never found the courage to say so. Thus, he waited for Tatsurô to make the first move and was almost desperate when he didn’t. Miya gasped as Tatsurô ate the strawberry that lay on his stomach and left a wet trail leading downwards. He lost no time and kissed Miya’s hardening cock lightly. Tatsurô swirled his tongue around the red and engorged head and savored the sounds that escaped Miya’s beautiful mouth.

“I…gods! I thought you wanted to eat the strawberrys first!” Miya half-moaned and digged his fingers into his tighs. Months of abstinence had oversentisized his body to an extent that almost made him come then and there.
Tatsurô laughed, the rumbling sound vibrating around Miya’s hard cock in a very pleasurable way. He pushed his hips greedily nearer towards the warm mouth and didn’t get disappointed as Tatsurô’s suckling grew more intense. He felt cold wetness on his hole as his lover apparently applied some lube. His heightened senses reacted in an absolutely unforessen way when Tatsurô pushed his first long finger in and Miya exploded, his head swirling and catching him in a maelstrom so intense he almost felt like fainting. As his breathing calmed down, realization hit him hard and Miya knew that he just had his first orgasm in a very long time.

“Fuck yeah…” he said huskily and jerked as he felt that Tatsurô’s finger still was inside of him. Miya clenched his hole around the intruding digit and registered somewhere in his mind that it had doubled. Still glad that the intrusion hadn’t bugged him at all, though he knew it was probably because he had been dying to try this out, Miya relaxed against the fingers that had slowly started to move in his body.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come!” Tatsurô exclaimed, eyes glazed with lust. He knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, his hard cock demanding the tight friction Miya’s body would provide. He scissored his fingers and looked for any signs of discomfort on his lover’s face but nothing even close to this happened. Miya started to moan softly after a short time when Tatsurô obviously found and attacked the pleasure spot in him.

“Please!” Miya whispered and raised his hips to signal his lover that he felt ready. With trembling fingers Tatsurô ripped one small package open and retrieved a light pink condom. He lost no time to slip it over his straining erection. Miya looked at him expectantly and felt his cock hardening again as Tatsurô took it in his hand and positioned himself. He felt his body tightening as Tatsurô pushed the head of his hard cock in slowly. His lover moaned loudly and the sound almost made Miya lose it again. He urged his lover to enter him fully in a quick thrust and growled low.

“Feels good?” Tatsurô asked and Miya nodded, his body accomodating to the sudden fullness. The hard cock in him began to thrust in a moderate rhythm, hitting the right place almost everytime. Miya writhed and positioned his legs around Tatsurô’s moving hips, relishing in the feeling that his lover was now able to push in a little bit deeper. They soon fell into a harder and faster rhythm and Tatsurô uttered his pleasure in loud and very frequent moans and gasps that aroused Miya even more. That and constant stroking on his cock brought Miya over the edge again and his semen spurted onto Tatsurô’s warm hand. His lover gasped and pushed in once more forcefully before he came into Miya’s exhausted body.

“Didn’t it hurt at all?” Tatsurô asked, the look on his face more than curious. Miya couldn’t believe it, they had just had sex and five seconds later Tatsurô seemed as if nothing strenous had happened. Did he really age that fast?

“Uh…I really wanted to feel this so I think I was able to relax really good and…I guess the little pain that was there wasn’t unwelcome.”

Tatsurô laughed and drew his soft cock out of Miya’s body. He rolled behind his lover, whose face had reddened once again and positioned one arm around his hips. “You mean, pain and pleasure are sometimes hard to tell apart? God, Miya, you are so weird but I still love you!”

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Fanfiction: Spirit of the night

2008-07-06T19:49:26Z

Title: Spirit of the night
Authors: ringo_no_hana & kirakira_luxury
Pairing: Ted DiBiase ♥ Cody Rhodes
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Ted and Cody have an argument with a suprising outcome.
A/N: This is a fiction which means it’s not real, unfortunately D:

The day ended with an argument.

“What you did was pure shit! You knew it wasn’t planned like that, you just wanted to distinguish yourself from me! But this doesn’t work, we are a fucking Tag Team!”
Cody spit the words out and stuffed his things in a black suitcase, not once looking up to make eye contact with Ted.

“Just because we are partners doesn’t mean I have to copy you! The move we planned wouldn’t have worked out in the situation we were in.” Ted replied and laid back onto the bed, arms behind his head. He looked up at the ceiling and shut his eyes. In Ted’s opinion, the situation was half as serious as Cody pretended it to be, of course he had made his partner look weak but it had to be.

“You know that our match win wouldn’t have been credible otherways.”
Ted still had his eyes shut and mentally rolled them at Cody’s behaviour. After all it just counted that they had won, right? They still had so much time to develop that this little ‘mistake’ wouldn’t be crucial.

He never received an answer, instead the sound of someone shutting a suitcase and heaving it from the bed was audible. After a minute the door fell shut, louder than anyone would have done it usually.

“Great, now everyone thinks we had a lover’s quarrel.” Ted thought and rolled on his stomach, now staring at the place were Cody had stood just a short time ago. He wasn’t sure what to think of the other man though he knew he had to get along with him as their storyline was far away from ending. Sometimes Ted felt strangely attracted to the other man, he made something stir in him that he hadn’t even thought it existed until these rare moments. He had denied it. Without a question it was impossible that he was attracted to another man, it had to be something else, something like a short carelesness of his mind. He just had much stress in the last time, this had to be it.

Ted stood up and moved to the desk in his room. He took the water bottle fom it and listened as he heard a rustling noise in front of the door. Maybe Cody had come back and wanted to apologize for his childish behaviour? But nothing happened that complied Ted’s wishes.

He noticed he was a liar not much later. He lied to himself and denied that his allurement regarding Cody might have been more than platonic. Ted feared that his sexual attraction would destroy his world, not to mention that it would indeed destroy his relationship with Cody, if the other man would find out somehow. This feeling just wasn’t supposed to exist! Ted sweared and the bottle was thrown into a corner of the room angrily with the words: “Having a double room for myself is by all means better than sharing one with that punk!”

He would have to eliminate it, Ted decided. But first he had to take a nap, tomorrow was a new day and he was sure he didn’t see Cody again today. He moved to the bed again and dropped onto it, his eyes fell shut after a minute and a soft snore resounded in the room soon afterwards.

It had to be in the middle of the night when Ted woke up again, eyes snapping open as he heard a sound that certainly didn’t belong into this room. He sat up and listened, the alien sound was coming out of the bathroom. Ted stood up and moved forward, slowly and cautiously. He saw close to nothing as he moved towards the dark room.
“Is someone in there?” Ted asked but no one replied. Then he saw it, someone definitely was in his bathroom. He made a few fast steps forward and tackled the stranger, throwing him on the ground and pinning him there. He straddled the obviously slim man’s hips and held him to the ground effectively.

“What the fuck are you doing DiBiase?” the person under Ted hissed and bucked up in the attempt to free himself. Ted recognized the voice instantely and his mouth fell open: “Cody?”

“Yes of course it’s me, move off of me this insant or I swear you’ll regret it!”

Ted didn’t even think about doing this instead he sat up and crossed his arms. He watched the man under him bucking and writhing and it didn’t pass his body without leaving a impression. For the first time this day, Ted was actually glad that he hadn’t chosen to wear his tight jeans after the match, he had fallen asleep in his normal clothes and they could have been quite treacherous.

“Get off or I’ll….”

“What’ll you do, huh?” Ted asked, a smirk on his face. He felt unsure but he was able to hide it behind his usual mask of confidence. Cody shifted again and blushed profoundly, suddenly deciding to lie very still. Ted’s grin faded into a disbelieving assortment of facial expressions as he noticed why.

“I…it’s…” Cody stuttered and turned his face away from Ted.

“You have an erection.” Ted stated almost matter of factly, surprised by his own cool reaction, and put his hand on either side of Cody’s head. He watched him closely, then licked the smaller man’s earshell. Cody swallowed hard his hands pressed against the cold tiles and small shudders running through his body.

Ted couldn’t believe that he was really doing this and said so, earning a surprised look on Cody’s face. He shook his head quickly: “No, that’s not what I had planned to say, it’s just… I thought I’d never do that for real.”

Cody nodded and his face reddend again when he felt Ted’s breath ghosting over his neck. He hesitantly put his arms around the other man’s neck and bit on his lip.

“Spread your legs.”

Cody did as he was said and felt Ted position himself between them. His face was turned towards his partner’s face and soft lips met in a curious but insecure way. Both men tensed at the contact. Ted was the first one to open his mouth, his tongue gliding out to lick over Cody’s pliant lips. His body tingled at the contact and he felt himself react to the kiss. Ted pressed his crotch against Cody’s and began moving in small circular motions, which elicited small moans from the man under him. His own cock hardened further under the friction and soon his otherwise comfortable jeans became too tight. Ted heard Cody’s moans and suddenly a hand was shoved between their bodys, frantically trying to open zippers and flies. Ted raised his hips to assist the smaller man but noticed soon that Cody was shaking too much. He sat back on his heels and fumbled with his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down to reveal his very prominent erection.

“Oh gods…” he mumbled with a dry mouth when he looked up again. Cody had taken his own cock in his hand and pumped it visciously, head thrown back in pleasure. Ted spit in his hand to lube his erection up, then he moved between his tag partner’s legs and pushed them up to his chest, receiving a quizzical look from Cody. He aligned his cock so that it would slide between the other man’s cheeks and began to thrust slowly.

“’S this feeling good?” he asked and a fine sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead. Cody nodded and went on pleasuring himself.

“It’s going to feel even better.” Ted promised and gasped, the friction made him crazy and his mind went wild when he thought about the things he just did. He leaned down to lick over Cody’s lips and they started a heated tongue battle, teeth clashing against each other.

Cody was the first one to break the kiss, he licked on the fingers of his free hand and pushed Ted away with the other one. Reaching down to his hole, he pushed one slick finger in and moaned loudly. Ted watched transfixed and had to shut his eyes, feeling his pleasure heighten as he watched Cody’s digit disappearing in his body.

“I’m gonna fuck your sweet little ass through the matress.” he growled. He was barely able to hold back, certainly not when Cody nodded with his mouth open and eyes glassy with lust. Now two fingers moved in and out of the smaller man and Ted wondered if it really felt that good for him to do this. He leaned forward and touched Cody’s erected cock, all the while watching his face for any sign of discomfort. A loud moan escaped the other man when Ted started jerking him off and he came, thrusting into the unfamiliar hand and emptying his semen onto it.

“Fuck me!”Cody demanded, breathing heavily.

Exactly in this moment someone knocked on the door loudly. Ted awoke with a start and realized within a second that he still laid in his bed and just had a very visual and realistic dream and a rather big problem.

“Open the door god damnit!” Cody said from behind the door. “I forgot my damn mobile phone!”

Fanfiction: Artificial Rain

2008-07-05T07:08:21Z

Titel: Artificial Rain
Authors: ringo_no_hana &kirakira_luxury
Pairing: Batista ♥ MVP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave is trying to get some and finally succeeds in the shower.
A/N: Don’t own them. Pure fiction, sadly D:
Beta-reader: The fabulous eric_idle_rules ♥

Artificial Rain

The walls reminded him of a hospital. Their clinic white, enhanced by the bright spotlights that shone on them made him clench his eyes in discomfort and he shifted on the equally white couch to reposition himself.

“Do you think that one suits my tan better, Montel?” Dave asked after coming back from the main part of the store with another set of five to ten shirts.

This time the main color seemed to be pink. The bulky man moved to a changing cubicle right next to Montel, who let out a sigh.

“Yeah, I suppose those ones should be much better than the orange one with the white pattern you tried on half an hour ago.” Under his breath he added: “And better than the blue ones although they looked good, the cherry red ones and the grey-white striped one….”

“Did you say something?” echoed out of the cubicle, along with rustling noises that indicated the changing of clothes.

“Nothing.”

After a few seconds of silence, Dave spoke again and asked for assistance. Montel clicked his tongue and stood up, taking off his jacket and throwing it on the couch carelessly. He moved into Dave’s direction and glared at his sneakers as he noticed that the right one had a tiny black spot of dirt on it. Absentmindedly pushing the swing door open, he said to Dave:
“What’s up? You think the color doesn’t go well with your hairstyle.”

Montel looked up, now fully standing in the spacious chancing cubicle with Dave, and gasped. Dave was as naked as he could be and smiled seductively at him. He looked back, pushing the door back open checking if they were still undisturbed.

Warm hands moved around his waist and drew him back. He was turned around to face Dave and the man’s deep rumbling voice resonated in his head.

“I know you hate being here and I swear I’m done in a second but there is something I wanted to do for a long time.”

Soft lips were crushed against Montel’s while he was pressed against the back of the cubicle, his head bumping against the white varnished wood.

“Ouch!” he exclaimed, almost biting Dave’s lower lip.

The other man backed away from him with a worried look, his hands reaching out to feel for any damage he could have done to Montel.

“Did I hurt you? I didn’t want to do this!”

Montel felt a big hand stroking softly over the filigrane braids on his head.
“Everything is alright. Gods, you have no idea how strong you are!”

“I heard something like a crash from the front? Did anything happen to you?” a voice asked and both man immediately recognized it as the nice saleslady that was discreet enough to leave them alone for most of the time.

Montel was the first to react, he almost stormed out of their secluded space, a bright smile on his face.

“It’s nothing, really. My friend just lost one of his rings, we were searching for it and I bumped my head somewhere.”

The woman seemed relieved, a smile gracing her cosmetically upholstered lips.
“Did you find it?”

“What?”, Montel replied distracted and hoped that he had bought Dave enough time to get fully dressed so that they could leave the store unsuspiciously.

“The thing your friend searched for! I would be glad to help you searching it!”

“No.”

Dave’s voice came from behind Montel, attracting their looks as he came out of the changing cubicle, a pile of shirts over his arm. He handed one half to the lady, explaining to her that he wanted to take those and brought the other half to the front counter himself, lying it clumsily in a disorderly mass in front of her.

Montel followed and felt relieved to be able to leave the store finally. They still had a show this evening and hadn’t eaten yet. Dave paid a good amount of money for his new shirts and left the store with a happy smile on his face that transformed itself into a sheepish grin as Montel asked: “What was that just about?”

He scratched his head in embarassment before he answered.

“I’m sorry; I thought it would be a good idea.”

Montel raised his eyebrows. “So, you thought it was a good idea, huh? Indeed a great idea to have sex in a deserted store for luxurious clothes with just us and a saleslady in her mid-forties.”

Dave shrugged and opened the door to their rental car, to take his place on the driver’s seat of the SUV, then he pulled a black object out of the paper bag with his shirts in it.

“I bought you the cashmere pullover you tried on earlier.”

He handed it to Montel who looked at it, clearly surprised. “When did you do that?”

“I told the lady to keep it for me after you wanted me to bring it back.”

Montel practically melted under the puppy dog look Dave shot at him. He put the item back into Dave’s bag and gave him, in the unobserved moment they just had, a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I want more!”, Dave demanded, leaning towards Montel.

“Drive now, we still have a lot of things to do!” was the only thing he got though.

They made their next stop at a fast food restaurant and grabbed some burgers, eating them in the car to avoid any public attention.

“Tastes good!” Dave mumbled and practically shoved the burger down his troath, little splashes of hamburger sauce collecting around his mouth.

“I know some things that taste better.” Montel said and a sly smile crept on his face. Dave looked at him, dumbfounded. After a few seconds his face cleared up and he smiled back at Montel broadly, bits of onion stuck between his front teeth.

“You mean like me…right?”, he asked and Montel had to surpress an atypical giggle.

“You don’t have a clue how ridiculous you look, with that food all over your face!”

Dave touched his face and tried to wipe away the sauce spots with the back of his hand.
“Better?”
“No, not really, but it makes me want to pinch your cheek and this is something I normally wouldn’t do.”

Dave laughed, he knew he had that kind of effect on his lover. He laid the rest of his burger on the dashboard, taking great care not to dirty it and put his hand on Montel’s jeans clad tigh. Slowly moving his hand toward the other man’s crotch. “So, you think I’m tasty right?”

Montel smiled at the hand on his leg and leaned over to Dave. He nuzzled his nose against Dave’s neck affectionately and laid his hand over the other man’s.

“You are delicious, but that still doesn’t buy us any time. Two and a half hours to the show, just to remind you.”

Dave sighed and turned to the steering wheel, starting the car. “You’re right. But I still miss being near you.”

“Err…actually this little Australian field trip is, considering our normal schedule, the most vacation-like thing we will have in a long time.”

Dave pouted. “Oh, yes, great! Destroy all my hopes, that’s very motivating.”

Montel patted Dave’s knee reassuringly. And then shortly explained the directions he had looked up in the morning.

Despite Dave’s initial brooding mood, Montel was able to cheer his lover up on the drive to their destination. They arrived in time for warming up, happy to find that the arena offered them the possibilty to spend some time together.

“Your match is due in fifteen minutes.”

Montel nodded after looking at his watch. He took the item off and handed it to Dave. “I know, I’m going to change clothes right now. Could you get me something to drink?”

Fifteen minutes later Dave still had an unopended bottle in his hand, Montel had been too busy to just take a sip. He watched the match at one of the backstage screens, taking in the sight of his lover with awe.

He was pretty fast and gracious in his movements whereas he oozed out strength but was much slower. The match lasted almost another fifteen minutes and Montel returned sweating but obviously pleased with his performance. They returned together to the locker room, knowing that they still had some time before the last match of the day would start and Dave made his appearance.

“I could take you right here!” Dave whispered in a pressed tone when Montel dried off his face with a towel.

“What is it with you and your libido today?” the other man said, grinning and still feeling high thanks to the adrenaline coursing through his body. He found himself being pinned against one of the lockers just a second later, this time a hand was carefully positioned against the back of his head, protecting it from the hard metal door of the locker. A wet tongue pressed against Montel’s lips urging him to open them and he greedily complied to meet it with his own. They ended up in a tangled position fighting a heated tongue battle.
Not even a minute later someone knocked on the door and the two men broke their kiss, listening hard to distinguish who disturbed them.

“Yes?” Montel asked and straightened his body, gesturing to Dave to do the same.

“Mr. Batista? Ahem, are you ready for your interview segment? It’s scheduled to start very soon …” ,a high pitched voice asked, determined to sound as submissive as it could.

“I’m there in a minute!”

Dave grumbled a few rude words while he changed into his ring clothes as fast as he could, they had totally forgotten about the interview he was supposed to have. Montel snatched the discarded clothes from the floor and neatly folded them, smiling as he pitied Dave’s opponent for this evening.

“Calm down, this wasn’t only his fault. You didn’t concentrate and this is why the move didn’t work.”

“It was embarrasing! I can be really glad they didn’t tape it.”

Montel rolled his eyes and threw his training bag into the corner. He undressed and moved to the bathroom leisurely, leaving Dave behind, who didn’t even notice it as he was still busy bitching about the whole day.

Montel stood in the bathroom and raised his brow at the sight before him.

“Hey, Dave.” Said person didn’t react in the awaited way and Montel called again, this time more urgent.
“Hey! Dave!”

Dave stood in the doorframe just a few seconds later, puzzled at what had indicated his lover’s urgent tone.

“What is it? Did you find out about the toilet? The water flushes down the other direction, amazing, huh?”

Montel shook his head and asked himself for the hundredth time in their relationship if Dave wasn’t a little boy trapped in a really big man’s body.

“I didn’t mean that. I’m talking about the shower, it’s fucking huge!”

Dave beamed at him and drew his shirt over his head.

“I’ve gotten us one of the rooms with the extra luxurious showers!”

“Please what?”

Dave removed his jeans, along with the briefs he was wearing and softly pushed Montel.

“What would you do that for?”,Montel asked, stepping into the large shower.

“I always wanted to know how it’d be to fuck you in the rain. And since this isn’t possible as you only do indoor sex and told me you din’t like rain I decided I needed to find an equivalent.”

Montel turned the water on and a pleasant spray came down on them, he turned his face upwards, pouring water running over it.

“You can be quite funny if you want to.”

Montel felt a hand running over his right ass cheek, stopping at his waist.

“Oh, you didn’t even try to be funny, right?”

He never received an answer, instead a hungry mouth with sharp teeth digged itself into Montel’s neck and he instantely knew that the marks of this would be visible tomorrow and even more days. He gasped keenly and crooked his neck to give his lover a bigger expanse to attack.

“D-Dave!”

Said man knew how to push Montel’s buttons and continued licking, sucking and biting at his neck while he slowly stroked his lovers buttocks. Montel moaned and put his hands on the tiled walls before him. His whole body felt hot, even with the luke warm water that was pouring over his body. Dave licked his lips and gently spread Montel’s cheeks. He applied the lube, he had brought with him, to the hole and pushed one thick finger into the other man’s wet opening, his loins tightening in anticipation.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight Montel!”

Both man gasped and Montel reached down to grab his cock, stroking it in time with Dave’s thrusts. It hardened fully in no time as a second finger was inserted and the two digits found his pleasure spot, rubbing at it over and over again. Montel bucked his hips forward in pleasure and screwed his eyes shut, keeping his strokes medium paced to tether his passion.
A hushed: “Gods, please!” escaped his mouth as Dave pressed his fingers once again against the prostate within his body. The digits that stretched him were retrieved a moment later and Montel’s body yearned for something else.

“Dave…please!”
Dave pressed himself against his lover, rotating his hips slowly, cock pressed against Montel’s ass.

“What do you want, baby?” he replied huskily, feeling his cock pulsing.

“I want you.” was the clear-spoken answer and Montel emphasized his need by spreading his legs. He braced himself for what was to come, his body taut.

“You know you always get what you want.”

Dave aligned his hard cock with Montel’s entrance, then he pushed into the small hole, loving the sensation of his lover accomodating to his size with clenching and very pleasurable contractions. After fully penetrating the smaller man’s body, Dave started with a slow pace, aware that his body wasn’t able to take much more. Montel pushed back onto his length and his hand found his way to his own erection again. He teased the head of it by slowly letting his thumb trace over it.

“You feeling good?” Dave asked, quickening his pace, his hips now snapping forward quickly
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Montel only nodded, he felt his orgasm nearing with every thrust. Dave shifted lightly, his hard cock now hitting Montel’s pleasure spot with almost ever thrust, sending impacts throughout his lover’s body.

“Dave, I’m…”, he wasn’t able to complete his sentence. Semen erupted from his cock and Montel let out a loud and wanton moan, still stroking his rapidly softening cock to ride out his orgasm. Dave still thrust into him, gasping with every movement. He relished in the feeling of Montel’s hole constricting around his hard penis and it made him explode within seconds, his whole body shuttering as he came. Dave gave a strangled cry and pushed in one last time to empty his seed into the other man.

After a few seconds he had regained full control over his body again and let go of Montel who instantely dropped to his knees, warm water still running over his body.

“Are you ok?”, Dave asked and dropped to his knees himself. He laid a hand on Montel’s shoulder and stroked the soft skin there.

“Yeah…I’m really ok, I’m just to lazy to stand up and move.”

He shut his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Dave’s hand on his heated body. Suddenly he felt himself being lifted up and slung his arms around Dave’s neck.

“I knew you’d do that,” he mumbled, a sleepy smile gracing his handsome features. His lover hummed and moved them both out of the shower. That done, he asked Montel to stand on his own feet for a minute, toweling him down, then doing the same with himself.

“Are you going to carry me to bed like this every day from now on?” Montel asked as the plain white bed sheet was drawn over his body.

“Only if I get great sex!” Dave replied. He moved over to his side and practically let himself fall onto the bed like a felled tree. Montel hit his chest with the back of his hand and made a face.

“Hey, you always get great sex with me!”

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2008-06-22T10:49:11Z

[01 -20] Zoro

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2008-06-18T15:35:51Z

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Cure: Girugamesh Personal Interview Series

2008-06-18T09:06:11Z

As I scanned the magazines for myself I decided that I could share the scans with all of you :D

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Shuu // Cure 54

Ni // Cure 55

Ryo // Cure 56

Satoshi // Cure 58

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2008-06-15T14:18:53Z

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Fanfiction: Purr.Scratch.Lick milk.

2008-06-10T07:48:05Z

Titel: Purr. Scratch. Lick milk.
Authors: ringo_no_hana &kirakira_luxury
Pairing: John Cena ♥ Randy Orton
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This time Randy is dressing up and John has a hard time taming him.
A/N:
Pure fiction. Don't own them. If I would they would do naughty things all~ night~ long~ :D
Thank you very much, THE eric_idle_rules for doing the beta-reading ♥
Hey, I even own a book of the guy in your lj name!

Continuation of Private Lesson

Purr. Scratch. Lick milk.

Randy looked to his right, then to his left. He snatched the inconspicious bag from the passengers seat and opened the driver’s door to leave the car. That done he rushed into the house, quietly shutting the door.
“John?”

The name echoed through the air conditioned house unanswered. Apparently his lover wasn’t around. Randy sighed in relief and moved through the hallway into their living room. He switched the TV on and decided to listen to a music channel; Half-Dancing through the living room, he reached the kitchen to pour himself a glass of apple-juice and placed the plastic bag on the kitchen counter. Randy retrieved its contents and held them up high, piece by piece, studying them for a while. Finally he nodded and stuffed the contents back. Another sip of apple juice quenched his thirst and he hummed along to the song that played on TV moving to their storage room. Randy had to search for a while before he found what he wanted, a cardboard loaded with different candles. He sorted a few out and took them with him, throwing them into the bag he still carried with him carelessly. Randy looked at his watch, he still had plenty of time.

Just half an hour later he was ready. He had gone through the steps of preparation over and over again, moved the candles on their nightstand around and shut and reopened the curtains, just to shut them one minute later again. Randy had even dressed himself, taking particular care to position the fluffy cat ears on his head in the most perfect way possible. He also checked the artificial tail, that was attached to the tiger-print string he wore.Standing in front of the large mirror, he turned for the tenth time and marveled over his appearance, letting out a low whistle as he wriggled his backside at his own reflection.
“I am too sexy for this world.”, Randy muttered and moved to lie on the bed.

Randy hated him, of this John was sure. He had sent him through the whole crowded city to get their groceries, writing things on the shopping list that they hadn’t needed in a year’s span of time.

“And this is exactly why we need them now. Nothing lasts forever.”, John said, remembering the words Randy had spoken when he handed him the paper with an angelic smile. Up to this point of time, John hadn’t even thought that Randy could smile in an angelic way but he had managed to do it, and his lover probably didn’t have a clue that he had a new weapon against him. John had practically melted under Randy’s smile, stumbling to the front door, after his lover had left the house to ‘rent some movies for their evening program’. That facial expression burnt in his brain, he had the urge to fulfill his lover’s every wish, even if it meant that he had to drive to California to get it.

And now he was finally done, after a two hour marathon of buying things he didn’t even know existed. He was almost at home, John noticed, as he saw the familiar buildings of the area he lived in. He was at his place in less than five minutes, parking the car right next to Randy’s SUV. John grinned as he replayed some of the highlights of yesterdays events in his head, his lover’s request to wear the glasses more often would definitely be something he would comply. John went into the house, carrying three large plastic bags and moving them into the kitchen where he put them on the counter, right next to a used glass. He could hear faint music echoing through the house and walked into the living room to see it unoccupied though the TV was running.

“Randy? Where are you?”

John’s question did not get an answer. At least not the one he had awaited. “Meow?”

John raised his eyebrow, he had imagined this, right? He was as silent as he could be, waiting for the sound to return. It didn’t. John put his hands on his hips and opened his mouth again, to repeat a louder call for his lover. “Randy?”

Again the reply came a few seconds later. “Meow!”

This time it was more urging, louder and John could definitely distinguish Randy’s voice. He went to their bedroom, obviously the place where the ‘Meow’ had come from and kicked the door open with one foot.

Randy lay sideways on the bed, a naughty, cat-like smile on his face. He lifted his right hand to his mouth and licked the middle finger slowly. John gulped and had to blink.

“I told you I hate it when you wear your shoes in the house.”, Randy said in a low voice, the corners of his mouth twitching as he stared at the other man. His lover removed his shoes instantly and very clumsily and didn’t once stop to look at Randy. John moved to the bed and was stopped by Randy who held his hand up, motioning the other man to stay where he was. Finally, a wide grin spread over John’s face as he took in the special appearance of the man before him.

“I never thought you would actually do this. Though you make an extremely impressive cat-boy.”

Randy smiled at John, sat up and positioned himself on his hands and knees on the bed.

“Oh yeah, give it to me, Randal!You are the fucking sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life. Do I get to call you ‘pussy’ for this little game?”
Randy arched his back and rotated his ass, yawning at John before he, once again, dropped onto the bed and turned to lie on his back and stretched his neck to look at John.
“I swear…”, he said, his own hands sliding down his chiseled body, “If you dare call me like that I will scratch your eyes out and castrate you with a very blunt scissor.”

John laughed and held his hands up defensively. “Woho, wildcat! We wouldn’t want you to lose your favorite toy.” He moved closer to Randy, sitting on the bed and toying with the soft cat-ears. “Do you like it when I do this?” He lay beside his lover, stroking a finger softly over his breast and leaning towards him to lick at his real ear. Randy tried to purr, but it came out as a gutteral sound and turned into a low moan as John licked the outer shell of his ear.
“You like that very much, huh? I know what else kitty cats like ...”

Randy shut his eyes as Johns hand slid down to his tight string to fondle his swelling cock.
“Don’t!”, he said weakly, pushing the hand away.

“What?” John asked, not quite caring what Randy said, instead he tried to reposition his hand to its former place. Randy sat up and fled Johns seducing touch, the growing bulge between his legs very visible. “Is my cute little kitty retreating?” John asked and sat up himself. He looked at Randy as if he were his prey and beckoned his lover to move closer to him.

“Oh no Cena, I’m not falling for this right now! Today, I am in charge!”

John laughed and lay back on their bed, arms behind his head. “So, what do you plan to do, blindfold yourself so you can’t see my sexiness?” John shut his eyes and moments later felt soft fur on his wrists. He stretched his body as he heard a clicking noise that could only mean one thing.

“I knew you would handcuff me, sometimes you’re as transparent as thin glass.”

Randy stayed silent and moved around the bed, he was greeted by John’s stunning blue eyes which looked him up and down, mentally trying to undress him from the tiny cloth that covered his cock. Randy traced his lover’s muscular arms and contemplated how to proceed.

“At the moment, I can’t quite picture how I should undress you.”

John roared with laughter, the handcuffs clanked against the bed post. “I knew you would encounter this problem sooner or later! This is just so cute!” he accentuated the last word, knowing that it would anger his lover to be called a word that was reserved for women, children or animals.

“I am not cute!” Randy clawed his hands into John’s forearm and straddled the other man. Their mouths collided in an aggressive way, tongues dancing to fight for domination. John traced Randy’s lips eliciting a moan from the other man, who quickly broke the kiss. He moved down to first open John’s fly and then proceeded to the zipper. He took the small piece of metal between his teeth and drew it down slowly all the while looking up, directly into John’s eyes.

“Oh yeah baby, give it to me!” Randy chuckled low, and sat up. “Woho, Mr. Cena! Don’t excite yourself too much, I’m not planning to be done soon.”

He stood up, moving over to switch their radio on and popping a disc into it. He walked back to the bed, swinging his hips and started the CD with the remote control in his hand. Something best described as ‘fantasy-music with indian, african and asian roots’ emitted from the speakers. “Is this music that should get me in the mood?”, John asked while his eyes roamed over Randy’s body.

“You don’t need music to get in the mood if I’m around. This is just something so that innocent passersby won’t hear your screams of lust.”

“There are no innocent passersby in this part of the town, Ran…”

Randy pressed his middlefinger against John’s lips and silenced him. “Hush. Talking time is over.”

He removed John’s pants and boxershorts and then straddled his lover again, this time with his back to his lover’s face. Raking his fingernails slowly over John’s inner thighs, Randy felt the excitement flare up in his body. His erection strained uncomfortably against the tiny cloth he still wore and he could feel John tucking at the artificial tail that was attached to it. He looked over his shoulder and smiled as he saw that John had the tail in his mouth but spit it out as he noticed that he had Randy’s attention “Instead of licking your tail I would rather want to lick something else…”

Randy positioned himself on his hands and knees over the other man, his crotch deliciously near to John’s mouth. John moved upwards and carefully took hold of the piece of clothing with his teeth, drawing it, with some difficulties to the side so that Randy’s cock and balls were exposed. His lover gasped at the sensation of something sliding over his sensitive cock and once again as John licked over it, dipping his tongue into the slit.

“Oh fuck!” was the only thing Randy could say, then he plunged his mouth down to deep- throath the other man. John stopped his ministrations on his lover’s cock and cursed loudly, his hips shooting upwards to welcome the sudden moist warmth that enveloped his cock. Randy willed himself to relay his troath, swallowing to elicit more wanton moans from John.

“Randy, Randy…god…stop, please!” John knew that his lover would probably ignore his pleas and decided to distract himself by focusing all his attention on Randy’s rock-hard cock. He took it in his mouth suckling at it and letting his tongue pleasure the blood filled erection. John let out a low moan in unison with Randy, both men having a hard time averting their orgasms. Randy removed his mouth from John’s cock, gasping as he involuntary pushed his erection deeper into John’s mouth.

“John, stop right now!” he demanded and bucked upward, making John release his cock. He leaned backwards at an awkward angle, opening the handcuffs. One side still dangled from John’s wrist as he put his hands on Randy’s ass cheeks.

“Finger me!”, Randy commanded, biting the taut skin on John’s abdomen lightly. He threw lube to his lover and began to lick in short intervals over the head of his cock.

“Has my kitty found a thing to lick at? Uhn…fuck yeah!” John pressed his head into the pillow underneath him and unscrewed the lube, squeezing a more than generous amount on his fingers. He spread it on his fingers and pushed one, then after a second two into Randy’s awaiting hole, making his lover shudder and thrust backwards onto his fingers. John pumped them in and out fast, pressing upwards to find his lover’s pleasure spot. Randy gave a startled cry and arched his back. He breathed hard on John’s erection, his eyes screwed shut tightly. He slowly rotated his hips, savouring the feeling of John’s fingers in him and started to lick on his straining erection once again, trying to make purring noises as he began to fully take the hard cock in his mouth.

“Oh yes, baby, lick it good!”, John panted out and thrust upwards carefully to drive himself deeper into Randy’s willing mouth. “That’s a good boy, take it in all the way…” He looked through Randy’s legs, the sight of Randy’s lips stretching around his cocks made his balls tighten in anticipation. His lover moaned around him and John drew his fingers out just to push in three of them.
“Yeah, that’s what you like, right? A hard dick in your shameless and dirty mouth and my fingers up your ass.”

Randy moaned loudly, the sound spreading a pleasurable vibration and he once again released John’s cock. He felt his orgasm nearing, his hole constricting around John’s fingers which were thrusted in at a viscious pace, imitating just how the other man’s cock would fuck him. Exploding just a few seconds later, his semen shot on John’s body and a loud moan came out out of his mouth. Randy rode his orgasm out, the feeling of John’s fingers in his sensitive hole nearly driving him wild with the need to experience this again very soon.

“Oh yeah, come on, John, I want it all…”, Randy said, he leaned backwards and sat on his heels to take his lover’s erection in his hand and stroke it rapidly. “Come for me! Your wildcat wants to get its milk.”

He opened his mouth and positioned his head directly over John’s hot cock, waiting for his orgasm. It came almost instantly, hips snapping upwards, a sharp intake of breath was audible and Randy shut his eyes, feeling John’s cum splashing on his tongue. He surrounded the tip of his lover’s cock with his mouth for the last time and gently suckled on it. With a few last laps he ‘cleaned’ John and moved off of him.

“Wow, that was something new”

The statement was unanswered for a minute, the lover’s calming down in the aftermath of their orgasms. John started to toy with Randy’s cat ears, which were a little displaced after their owner’s ‘actions’.

“Yes, I was fantastic. But you weren’t that bad either.”, Randy muttered, drawing a thin bedsheet over his body and falling asleep almost instantly.

John looked at him and sighed. He kissed his lover’s shoulder and stood up. Someone had to clear away their groceries, but first he had to find out how to open the handcuff he still wore.

Fanfiction: Private lesson

2008-06-06T20:30:43Z

Authors: ringo_no_hana / kirakira_luxury
Pairing:John Cena / Randy Orton
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Randy is a bitch and John is dressing up to give him a little lesson he will never forget.
AN:
English still isn’t my native language. It will never be.
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I don't own them. If I would they would do naughty things all~ night~ long~ :D

Private lesson

“I see you later, maybe I’m back in two hours.”, he said, his trademark smirk plastered on his much too handsome face while he shouldered his training bag and went out of the door. Randy just stood there, his brows furrowed. What the fuck did this mean? They had two days for themselves and John went out to do some shit that was totally useless? Randy didn’t even have the chance to ask what his partner was about to do, he was still half sleepy when he entered the room after they had gotten back home at 2 a.m., finally being together again.
“I really shouldn’t care what this dumbfuck does, at least now I can spent the morning like I want to without him bickering that I’m oh so slow in the morning and that I need until noon to properly wake up.”
Randy looked around and mentally asked himself, who he had just talked to. He decided that a little chat with himself wasn’t so bad after all and continued his rant about John.
“This is so not fair! Two days after four weeks of not seeing each other at all and this shithead just disappears to do shitty shitfuck. Fucker. I hate him!”
Randy punched the helpless table in front of him, only succeeding in hurting his knuckles. He uttered a short yell and held his bruised hand to his mouth, trying to soothe it by gently blowing air on it. He was furious,no, even more than this, he was so enraged that his angry stare fixed at the abused table and he took a step towards it, gripping the wooden item and throwing it from it’s feet. This wasn’t how he had supposed the weekend would be and, after all, John had promised him something special. Randy took the phone and speed-dialed his lover’s mobile phone number, his body tensing up as he heard John’s amused voice.
“Hey darling? What’s up?”
“Where to hell are you?”, Randy spit out.
“I’m on the road, baby and now I’m changing lanes. Whew, that was cool. Why do you sound so vicious?”
“Fuck you, I demand that you come back this instant! This is not how our free days should go at all!”
“Why? Fear you can’t control me if I’m out on my own for a minute? Come on, Randy, you know you can trust me.”, John’s voice sounded strained and Randy could imagine him rolling his blue eyes.
“You promised me you would spent every fucking minute with me and now you tell me that you’ll propably come back in around two hours? What are you doing?”
“Driving to my secret chick, of course! You know, sometimes I can’t resist a wet pussy.”
Randy cursed illegibly and felt cold rage overtaking his body, did John mock him?
“Stop talking this shit, don’t you understand that I feel let down? I haven’t seen you in a month, just heard how much fun you had shooting that new movie of yours, going out, forgetting to call me ever so often!”
John snorted, waiting for Randy to continue.
“Am I still playing a role in your life? We’re finally together again and you don’t even tell me where you are going! Ever thought that I might have wanted to join you?”, Randy almost screamed the words. It was hard to restrain his feelings and he tended to freak out whenever John’s comforting presence wasn’t directly around to cool him down.
“Ok, then …”, John replied, “…if you intend to stay in this mood, I suppose I’m not coming home until you decide to be a grown up man again.”
“Fine, then I think I’ll see you in three weeks. Have a nice time.”
“Fine!”
“Fi….”
Randy wasn’t able to end his last reply, a clicking noise cut him short. He threw the telephone on the ground, breaking it with his action.
“Fucker!”, Randy screamed, clenching his jaw, he didn’t even know if he meant the other man or himself. Taking a bar of chocolate, he moved to their living room, switching the TV on and positioning himself on the comfortable white couch. This didn’t go like he had planned it at all.

John smiled to himself and shook his head. This was just so typical. Randy was always in for an argument, but as fast as he heated up, he cooled down. He knew he couldn’t count on apologies, Randy’s pride just wouldn’t allow that at this point of time but he was sure that his plan would work out even better if Randy was in this mood. John looked to his right and recognized the area. He was still at least fifteen minutes away from the place he wanted to go to, if he sped up a little bit, he would maybe arrive within ten minutes. That meant he could be back home much sooner and didn’t even have to do everything at superhuman speed.
His knowledge of Randy’s nature wouldn’t deceive him, of that John was sure.

Randy looked at his watch,for the fifth time in the last three minutes, and pretended to be interested in the TV program again as soon as he noticed that he was actually waiting for John to return.
“Two hours…”, Randy spit out and sat up, his mind was forcing him to make a decision.
“Fuck you, John Cena, I’m not your little housewifey!”, he said. Randy stood up from the couch and went out into the hallway, grabbing his jacket to go out, calling a friend beforehand. Making a point that he was not the fool in their relationship was absolutely necessary, even if it made his stomach feel shallow.

“Yes, this is everything you ordered from us, if you want to, we can help you to transport this to your car.”, the woman behind the counter said, taking her reading glasses off to look up at John, a business-smile on her face.
“That would be very nice, are there screws and all this other stuff included so I can attach it to a wall?”, he asked, signing the sheet of paper in front of him that guaranteed himself and the store that everything was alright.
“Of course, you will just need some tools but I am sure you do have those at home.”, she looked the part of John she could see up and down and got a charming smile when she reached his face.
They packed his car within ten minutes and John silently cursed, how on earth he was supposed to get all of this shit alone out of there and into his garage without his neigbours seeing him? He shook his head and got into his car, glad, that he was already faster than his timetable. His next stop would be the tailor, John just hoped that everything was the right size.

“Hey, you seem kind of distracted today….”, Dave said as he pulled into the free parking lot just ahead of them.
“No, no, everything is ok. I’m just a little tired.”, Randy replied, looking out of the side window. He couldn’t focus, not even for a minute. Randy had to admit it, his hands were itching to just call John again, tell him that he didn’t mean what he said, even if he meant it, but it still wasn’t supposed to come out so harsh.
“It may look like I am, but, you know, I’m not that stupid. What happened?”
“ Nothing really, so just stop asking any of your fucking unnecessary questions!”
Dave chuckled mildly, more to himself than to his company: “Oh, I understand, I suppose I will just follow your advice and try to keep your mood up high enough so I’m able to have a few tolerable hours near you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Thanks, Orton, but I already gave this task to someone else.”

“I have to say, this fits perfectly, don’t you agree?”
John turned again and looked at his reflection in the mirror. This was it.
“I honestly didn’t expect it to turn out that well. Thank you very much.”, he replied.
The small and slim man clapped his hands happily, striding to get a paper bag from beyond the counter. He returned a short moment later and stopped as he saw that John didn’t seem like he wanted to get out of his new clothes.
“Do you want to wear them right now?”
John looked startled, he was so absorbed by his new image that he had tried to think of a few good lines to say later. He went into the narrow cabin again, changed into his normal clothes and paid for the tailor’s services.

“What is the point in going into a restaurant if you don’t even want to eat somethinng?”, Dave muttered, studying the little book-like menu in his hand. Randy rolled his eyes, loathing the cozy atmosphere the restaurant provided.
“I am thinking of something to order, ok? So get over it!”
“Someone, preferably a person whose name begins with ‘J’ and ends with ‘Ohncena’, should really whip your ass, spoiled brat.”
Randy looked at his mobile phone again, it showed zero missed calls. That could only mean one thing: John was really angry at him, nothing he wanted for their long awaited reunion weekend.
“Talk to me, I’m wasting my time here and try to entertain you like a stupid clown but you just don’t even give a fuck! Remove these sunglasses immediately.”
Randy obeyed the order that he was given, having the courtesy to feel at least a little bit guilty.
More than two hours had passed since he had left the house and the ride back home would take another thirty minutes. Randy looked at the waitress with a sour expression, they hadn’t even ordered yet.

This surprised him, he had not once hit his fingers with the hammer and now everything was done. He was brilliant, John had to admit. He had even put a few books into the shelves where some of his car equipment was stored away usually. John looked at his watch, he couldn’t await Randy’s return, without a doubt the other man would be very surprised. A few minutes later he heard a noise which reminded him of a big car and it seemed to slow down considerably as it reached his house.
“This must be Randy!”, John said out loud jumping over the small table in front of him to make a run for ‘his desk’, that stood on the other end of the room. A car door was shut and the motor noise indicated that the car drove away, leaving a light thrill to course through John’s body.
“John? I saw your car! Where are you?”
He didn’t answer but instead put fake horn-rimmed-glasses on his nose. The door to the garage was opened ten secons later and Randy looked at him, his mouth open. A plastic bag fell to the floor, unnoticed by both men as they were in the middle of a very intent staring contest.
It was almost a minute before John decided to speak, a naughty smile on his face.
“You are late for your lesson, Randal Keith Orton. That, I have to say, is a very bad start.”
Randy was breaking eye contact and looked around. At the front, right behind the desk on which John leaned, was a blackboard. Four student tables were standing in the room and there were even a few books occupying the shelves.
“Have a seat, Mr. Orton.”, John gestured to one of the two ‘front-row-tables’: “We don’t want to waste even more time, do we?”
Randy looked at his lover, or at least, the man who was supposed to be his lover but didn’t look like him one bit. Instead, he wore a white collared shirt that hugged his impressive muscular chest but still kept the sweet secret of all it’s promises underneath it and trousers, real trousers, a dark black fabric that looked unbelievably sexy on the otherwise casually clothed man. And those glasses! Randy could barely move his stare away from John’s face.
“Why…”, he started, just to stop again as John turned to walk to the blackboard, showing off his perfectly shaped ass. Randy watched as he took a piece of chalk and wrote his name in big and clear letters on the new item.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is John Cena, Mr. Orton, and I am your new teacher in anatomy of the male body.”

Randy just stared at his lover, his mouth a little bit open as he tried to get a grasp on the situation.
“You’re not here to look like a 3 month old baby seeing a teddy bear, Mr. Orton. Though I have to say that I am indeed a marvellous piece of work, just perfect for a lesson like this, ain’t I?”
Randy averted his gaze for a moment, fixing it on the floor of the ‘class-room’ and thinking about some kind of strategy, he opted for the most simple way:
“John what’s this all about?”, he had wanted to put a hearty ‘shit’ between ‘this’ and ‘all’ but left it out, after all he really didn’t want to spoil the mood, whatever kind of mood it was. Furthermore the situation screamed ‘Creative sex!’ at his surprised brain.
A finger was swung back and forth in an admonishing manner in front of his face.
“Tsk, Mr. Orton, I am your teacher so I want you to show me some respect. Call me Mr. Cena!”, John demanded, still smiling. This said, he pushed his glasses up, so that they were seated a little bit higher on his nose.
“What if I don’t?”, Randy asked, a sly smile playing around his lips. John wanted to play, so ok, Randy would play along. He regretted his question a few seconds later, after the ruler hit his fingers hard and with an ugly snapping noise.
“Fucking ouch!”
The ruler hit him again, this time it landed on his forehead, leaving a light-red impression on the skin.
“No rude exclamations like that or I have no choice as to punish you.”
Randy leaned back in his stool, crossing his arms and sulking for a good five minutes as John explained how their lesson was supposed to work and what topics they had.
“Did you listen to me?”, echoed through the room and moments later an ear-piercing, shrieking noise was made as John drew a long white line on the blackboard. Randy grimaced in discomfort and looked up.
“Aah, Mr. Orton, I see you are still accompanying us. Let’s move forward. First we are going to have a closer look at the head, which...”
Randy interrupted: “I am sure that women have a head too, Mr. Cena.”.
John turned around and took a seat at his desk.
“Oh, are you sure? This is great, Mr. Orton, you seem to be a smart guy. I don’t really know why the‘one-last-try-department’ send you to me. However, let’s do our first test. As you are such a clever boy, you will have no problems with it, I’m sure of that.”
John stood up and brought Randy a small exercise book, or at least, that was, what he called it as he laid it on the table.
“This is a fucking coloring book for, oh, look: children from three years on.”
This time, Randy saw the ruler coming and managed to duck it.
“Then we are all happy that you just mentally turned three years old. This is, if you haven’t noticed it, not only a coloring book, but also a quiz book. ”, John replied, moving back to his desk and giving Randy a good view of his backside for a short moment of time.
“Do the test on page five and then hand the book back to me. You have ten minutes to complete it.”
Randy opened the page and looked at John, ‘Are you kidding me?’ clearly readable in his eyes. He started filling the gaps of the small text, making up all kind of retarded things as he proceeded, settling to draw doodles and obscenities around the paper after he was done. He heard John’s voice, declaring that the ten minutes were over and he had to hand in his test now. There were a good two minutes silence as his ‘teacher’ read through the paper, his mouth twitching treacherously sometimes. He sighed as he was done, drawing a big D in the book and handing it back to Randy.
“Why the ‘D’, I thought I’d done everything wrong?”
John removed his watch, putting it on the table and answering Randy’s question: “This is because you were actually right when you wrote that I’d love to suck your cock.”
“So, are you going to do it?”
“Does a dog get a reward when he bites someone? No. You haven’t earned something like that yet. Go back and sit down.”
John stood up and went to take a large poster out of the storage closet right next to the blackboard, he fastened it on it with a few magnets and proudly beamed at Randy, falling out of character for a second.
“You have no idea how long it took me to find it in that size!”, he said.
“You could have taken a picture of me and drawn the organs in yourself”
“Aww, don’t flatter yourself too much, Orton. Anyways, what we see here is a cross-section of a male individual. Get all your brain cells together, Mr. Orton, what are the differences to a woman’s body?”
Randy rolled his eyes, maybe, if he would spare them his snide remarks they could move on faster.
“They have tits and a pussy, those are obviously things you don’t know or you wouldn’t ask such shit.”
Something hard hit Randy and he realized shortly after that he didn’t dodge the ruler this time.
“If I hear something like that again, you will wash your mouth with soap and I’ll search something more massive to hit you with. After all you were the one that begged me to fuck your virgin ass so I wouldn’t go back to my girlfriend, always keep that in mind.”
Recalling that night’s events, Randy blushed profoundly, sinking deeper into his chair. He felt his loins tighten as the memories of Johns careful hands on his body came back.
“Judging your look, I think we can go on now.”
John started opening the buttons of his shirt slowly while Randy looked up and then straight at him, his look a mixture of puzzlement and raising arousal: “What are you doing?”, he asked.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? If your give answer is right, which obviously doesn’t happen frequently, I will strip from a piece of my clothing. That way we will be able to proceed to different parts of the male anatomy.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this piece of crucial information at the beginning of the lesson?”
“You wouldn’t have listened anyway.”
John had a point, he wouldn’t have listened. Only a minute ago they had reached a moment where this whole situation got interesting. Randy shifted uncomfortably as John removed his shirt, the display of this hard and muscled body was something that would never cease to amaze him. John hung the shirt over his chair and sauntered to Randy, he came to a halt directly in front of him.
“See what you like?”
Randy could only nod. He gulped as John leaned forward and whispered in his ear:
“Undress, practical part.”
John slowly licked over Randy’s ear, knowing that it was a sensitive spot, and then blew his slightly glistening trail dry. Randy moaned a troathy ‘God!’ and stood up to undress.
“Come to the front when you’re done.”
Randy nodded and sped up, practically tearing his own clothes from his body. He moved towards John, who looked at him and licked his lips.
“Hey, finally a positive reaction to my lesson.”, John laughed and motioned to Randy’s half-erected cock.
“So let’s go on, tell me Mr. Orton, what do you think are the erogenous zones of the male body.”
“Wow, you are proceeding pretty fast right now, are you horny?”
A spank hit his right ass cheek and he was pushed forward, facing the poster. John’s voice hissed in his ear:
“Never forget your position, Mr. Orton.”
Randy stared at the poster in front of him, a slight shiver running over his back as John trailed his hand down on the lightly tanned skin.
“You are proceeding pretty fast right now, are you horny, Mr. Cena?”
Nevertheless John spanked him again, trailing one finger down his ass crack afterwards and savouring the way Randy clenched his cheeks. He kissed his lover’s shoulder blades and asked his question again.
“Erogenous zones, Orton. Now!”
Randy sighed and spread his legs in the hope that the other man’s touches would grow more intense.
“Asshole! I’m fed up with your little game!”, he muttered, not intent to play along for any longer, now that he was practically pinned face forward against the blackboard in an uncomfortable position. Only a few seconds later a finger was pushed forcefully into Randy’s mouth and John chuckled low behind him.
“Asshole? Ok, if you want to skip everything else, we will get to the point right now but don’t ever say again that I am the horny one! And you better lick this finger good, as I am about to find out just how erogenous the spot you just gave me is.”
Randy barely had time to react before the finger was drawn out and rapidly thrusted into his hole. He hissed and jerked forward, the space to move was so limited that he wasn’t able to escape the intruding digit.
“Damn, at least use lube!”
Twisting his finger, John said:“Do you grow soft now that you’re getting older?”, a smirk on his handsome features. He pressed himself harder against Randy, the action barely leaving him able to move his finger, so he drew it out.
“Do you want to taste something delicious?”
He pushed his still cloth-covered erection against Randy’s backside.
“Hell yeah!”
The warm sensation of John’s closeness left him for a moment and as it returned, a finger was once again held in front of his mouth.
“Taste it!”
Randy smelled something sweet and squinted at the clear texture.
“You know I don’t like the artificial sweet taste of lube.”
“You’ll like this, I swear! Try it!”
Randy licked on John’s finger cautiously and played with the gel, moving it around on his tongue. After a while he swallowed it and nodded, not at all disgusted.
“This doesn’t taste that bad at all. Kind of like a smoothie, just sweeter.”
“Yeah, they really know how to do it, don’t they? It says ‘fruit taste’ on the packaging!”
Randy smiled at John falling out of character once more, now he was more like an overexcited school boy.
“I would love to taste something else right now...”, he drawled the last word, giving John a hint on what he wanted them to do.
“Hey, I’m the teacher here, so I’m giving the orders.”
“You weren’t teacher-like at all just a few seconds ago.”
“I just wanted to be nice but if you’d rather see me being mean, ok you can get this.”
He twisted Randy’s arms back and forced him to come with him. They stopped at the teacher’s desk, John purposely ignoring Randy’s harsh swearing and making him bend over the wodden table.
“Stay there, I’m fed up with all the smart-ass retorts I get from you, Mr. Orton. I think you need a disciplination.”, he smiled at his own words, glad, that Randy wasn’t able to see him.
Randy kicked his feet at John, who still held his arms in an unpleasant twist.
“Ow, that hurts!”
He was pushed harder against the table and heard the distinctive sound of the other man unbuckling his belt and then zipping his trousers open.
“It’s not supposed to be cozy like a king size bed in a fucking five-stars hotel. If you shift your weight to your upper body, it will be just fine. So shut up and take it like a man.”
John freed the hands in his grasp and Randy moved them over his head, gripping the edge of the table directly in front of him.
“My legs are fucking bent!”
“Trust me, in a few minutes you don’t care anymore if your legs are bent or if you grow a pink elephant out of your ear.”
That said, John spread Randy’s ass cheeks and mercilessly pushed two of his not-at-all-slim fingers in as deep as he could. He felt Randy tense as he slowly searched the spot in the body that would make his lover moan in pleasure. His search was rewarded promptly and he slowly massaged the spot, listening to Randy’s moans and biting his lips as he noticed that his lover tried to lift his muscular ass off of the desk to feel more of John’s fingers.
“So Mr. Orton…”, John said, “I think we have proven that this is indeed a sensitive spot.”
He drew his fingers out and took his own cock in his hand, spreading lube on his hard erection. John moaned lightly, his own touches were heating up his body even more and making him hungry for the hard and taunt body that lay before him. He felt his balls tightening as he looked at Randy's delicious ass, displayed in mid air for his viewing pleasure and positioned his hot and hard cock at the other man’s entrance. John pushed lightly against Randy’s opening and it gave in, the tip beginning to disappear in the other man’s body. He drew it out and let his cock slide up and down Randy’s ass crack. A shudder coursed through John’s body and he let out a shaky breath to calm himself down. He let his hands glide along Randy’s thighs, once again surprised by how soft they were.
“Tell me you’re loving it!”, John commanded, once again postioning his erection at Randy’s hole, who lifted his ass a bit, his entrance clenching in anticipation.
“I am the naughty student here, I won’t give you the pleasure of hearing this out of my mouth.”
“Say it!” John repeated, feeling his loins tingle with arousal as he imagined Randy’s hole working his cock.
“Fuck you!”, Randy panted out, repositioning his hands on the edge of the desk. John’s reaction came instantely, and Randy felt the blunt and thick head of the other man’s erection penetrating his opening once again.
“Oh God!”, he exclaimed pressing his forehead against the cold wood of the desk. Randy gritted his teeth and tried to relax his body, feeling John’s thick cock sliding into his body made his own erection twitch. Even if the first few thrusts were a thing he had to get used to after four weeks of having no sex, he knew the uncomfortable initial pressure would soon transform to pleasure.
“You’re fucking tight, Mr. Orton. Not used to having a dick up your ass?”
“Oh fuck that stupid roleplay and take me now or you’ll regret it!”
John laughed throatily, snapping his hips forward to completely bury his cock in his lover. Randy gasped and gripped the desk harder. John’s thrust made his cock slide against the smooth underside of the table in a pleasurable way. John started out with a slow but powerful rhythm, drawing his cock out leisurely just to push it back in, making Randy moan slightly.
“You like that? You like it when I fuck you like this! When I dominate you…”
He accentuated every push into Randy’s body with a word, digging his fingers into his lover’s hips. Randy’s moans grew louder to signal that he approved John’s actions. The friction that the sliding against the table gave him and John’s cock pumping in and out of his body drove him crazy. He already felt on the verge of orgasm regardless of the fact that they had only just begun.
John started to thrust faster and mumbled incoherentely, the only thing Randy could understand was, that the other man said his name once in a while. They stayed with their faster rhythm, Randy even trying to lift his hips from the table to welcome the intrusion. His own thoughts of John pounding into him heated his body up even more and he felt his orgasm coming. He wanted to touch himself to bring it to an end but he knew that this was hardly possible in the position he was in.
“You love it when…”, John started and lost the rhythm of his thrusts, Randy shuddered, this always happened when his lover was close.
“You love it when I make you mine!”
Randy muttered an almost relieved ‘Fuck!’ and shot his load somewhere under the table, a unbelievable wave of pleasure crashing down on his body, making his knees go weak and buckle under his weight. He felt John sliding out of him as he slipped off the table and something warm splashed on his back only a second later. John moaned taking his own cock in his hand to urge the last drops of his seed out of it. He sank to the floor, lying somewhat on top of Randy.
“You are my everything.”, John panted, taking Randy’s hand in his. He felt the other man’s heart slowing down and their breathing returned back to normal. John pushed himself up and leaned back down again, kissing his lovers neck. Randy almost whispered the next words, feeling his lover’s lips still lingering on his heated skin: “I’m sorry. I was a moody bitch this morning. I promise to try changing that.”
John cuckled softly, he was still exhausted and too lazy to stand up.
“This is just never going to work and I love you with all your little kinks.”
John put his forehead on Randy’s shoulder.
“I’m feeling a bit sleepy, can I crash on you?”
“No way! Get off of me! You’re heavy!”
He laughed , positioning himself on the cold floor, next to Randy. He looked at him gently and asked one last question:
“Okay, I was a naughty teacher, so can you be a sexy cat-boy next time? With ears and tail and everything?”

+[40] icons: wrestling // divas

2008-06-03T15:23:02Z

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[01-30] Melina
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2008-06-01T16:04:09Z

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[+020] icons: Wrestling

2008-05-28T13:17:43Z

Ah, those were a bitch, I had them on my comp for almost one and a half weeks without getting my lazy ass to work on them :/ :D

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[01-10] John Cena
[11-15] Randy Orton
[16-20] John Cena/Randy Orton *slash references

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[+020] Icons: Wrestling

2008-05-21T18:56:06Z

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[01-05] C.M. Punk [ 2 w/MVP]
[06-14] MVP [4 w/Matt Hardy *slash references]
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[+45] icons: Wrestling;Actors

2008-05-18T20:27:09Z

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[01-11] Daniel Craig
[12-19] Hugh Laurie
[20–24] Chris Jericho
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Icons: Wrestling [total: 45]

2008-05-17T14:26:45Z

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[27–36] Jeff Hardy
[37–39] C.M.Punk
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Icons and icons and Aoi :D

2008-05-12T17:33:26Z

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Fanfiction: Command and Conquer

2008-04-26T20:11:20Z

Author: ringo_no_hana [personal writing slave]
Pairing: MVP/Matt Hardy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two hot man, handcuffs and a yucky hotel room.Enough said.

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English still isn’t my native language.
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Command and Conquer

‘So, this was it.’, Montel assumed, not entirely sure of what to think. Something special was promised to him and that was what he came for? He was chained to a bed, naked, with handcuffs, not the ones with soft fur on them, no, iron handcuffs that cut into his wrists painfully and would leave obvious marks. And this bed! It was a collection of cheap wood, nailed together without any interest and sense of style by some kind of desillusioned loser. Nothing like the one he had at home, pure luxus to lay in, just as he liked it. On top of its super-ugliness this ‘bed’ came with scratchy sheets that looked thouroughly worn and really suspicious.
And he had to lay on them. Naked! His skin started to itch and… was that a cockroach he saw over there? Montel curled his toes in disgust and mentally went through his library of bad things to investigate why he earned something like that.
“Are you having fun?”, Matt asked, leaning on the wall just beside Montel and watching him intentely, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. He licked over his lips slowly and was content as he saw Montel following this action. A short silence sneaked it’s way into the room as both man watched a medium sized spider making it’s way to the ceiling and disappearing under a lose and damaged wodden board.
“Oh fuck, Hardy! This place is a fucking garbage dump and you are undoubtedly nuts to track me here!”
“If I remember correctly you followed voluntary.”
“Yeah, of course, fucker, that’s because you promised me something special! Oh, wait, great! Chaining me on a rotten bed, where propably around 40 porn movies were shot only last week is something special, right? You are so sick!”
Matt sighed and looked at the floor, shaking his head.
“Keep having such a big mouth and I’ll leave this place without even starting what I had planned. You, of course, will stay here, unless you are able to free yourself alone from this cute handcuffs. I know you have your experiences with them, so…”, he smirked at Montel, batting his eyelashes at the other man.
Montel bit his lips to not spit out his next comment as he knew that Matt was very much capable of realizing his threat.
“Ok, then. What are we actually here for?”
“We’re here to fuck. That’s obvious, isn’t it.?”
Montel wasn’t sure, was it obvious? He half-awaited Ken Kennedy to jump out from behind the filthy curtains to scream: “You’re punked, loser!” at him, but it didn’t happen.
“How are we going to fuck in here? Actually, that’s not a very fuckalicious place, if you know what I mean.”
“Awww, is someone growing soft on his old days?”, Matt unbuttoned his black shirt, checking with one hand, if Montel’s handcuffs were still alright.
“Yeah, you are officially going soft in your brain. Luxury was a long lost concept in my life, ok? Now that I’m able to have this again I’m going to use it as much as possible. And that’s why I’m not feeling comfortable fucking in a gross room like that.”
Matt frowned and went to the bag he had brought with him, taking brown duct-tape out and cutting a stripe from it to stick it to Montel’s mouth. The other one bucked up and tried to put Matt off doing this. Of course his success was impossible as he was already quite handicapped.
“That’s so much better!”, Matt exclaimed happily, an evil tone in his voice. He took his shirt off and neatly folded it before he stuffed it into the bag he had just taken the tape out. Montel wanted to trash and turn on the bed but he feared it would break or that he would wake the ugly dust monster that lived under it, whatever would come first. Therefore he opted for incoherent mumbling and loudly blowing air out of his nose to voice out his displeasure. He stopped abruptely when Matt was stripping off his trousers, a stern look that screamed : “Silence!”, on his face.
That little bitch wasn’t wearing any underwear today. Montel would have smirked approvingly but that wasn’t possible, instead he just stared and for a moment forgot where he was. Matt stowed away his trousers and hesitated for a moment, checking again if the door was locked. He walked over to the old little TV and turned it on, switching trough the program to find out what was the best for his purpose. He stopped at a cartoon channel, driving Montel crazy with this was promising to be fun.
“That’s a good choice, huh? Want me to start now?”, Matt asked the other man, moving to the bed. He slowly licked over Montel’s adam’s apple, his hands playing with soft-brown colored nipples. Matt heard a distorted moan, and kissed his way up to Montel’s jaw while his hands traveled downwards and grabbed the other man’s cock. He stopped his ministrations and looked at Montel from above, after waiting a moment Matt began to viciously yank his lover’s cock, rubbing over the sensitive head repeatedly. Montel bucked up again , this time more out of unawaited pleasure and shock. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt his lower body filling with blood, Matt’s unusual and hard actions were far from being displeasing. His cock was fully erected in no time and Matt stopped all of sudden when he noticed this. He stood up from the bed and moved to the old unholstered armchair that stood on the wall opposite to the bed. He removed some things along with a blanket from the bag which was located on the furniture and placed the woolen cloth on the armchair. Then he seated himself as comfortable as possible, his foot planted on the armrests on either side of him. Montel’s face went from anger to something indefineable before it settled on a smug and impatient expression as he saw what Matt was about to do, lube in one and a impressively realistic dildo in the other hand. Montel felt his loins thightening, this was too good to be real. Kinky toys always added a special flavor to sex and if someone as sensual as Matt Hardy used them, this was even better. Matt returned Montel’s half-lidded gaze and looked at the toy in his hand.
“You want me to use this?”, he asked, trailing his finger around the prominentely shaped head. Montel nodded and continued to stare as Matt laid the sex toy beside him and took the lube, applying some of it on his fingers and pushing two of them into his opening. He scissored them while he slowly massaged his own cock with the other hand, soft moans escaping his mouth. After adding a third one he removed all of his fingers to align the artificial cock to his hole. He pushed it in to the hilt, not stopping once and locking his eyes with Montel’s. Said man’s mouth would have stood open if it was able to but this was not an option. They had never done something like that before, especially not with him having a super-erection that strained to be touched, licked or even breathed at for a little bit of satisfaction. He pressed his body involuntary harder into the bed as he teared off his stare from Matt’s eyes to look at the show that took place lower. Montel’s eyes fixed themselves at the sight of a sex toy being moved in and out of Matt’s tight hole which stretched around it in a very seductive way. Montel imagined how good this would feel and had to gulp hard.
“Oh, fuck! Montel, this thing feels so good!”, Matt hissed out, pushing his body down.
“Might even feel better than you.”, he said, grinning and gratifying himself more, the head of his cock already wet with precum. Montel wished he could voice out his disagreement. This thing was never ever able to replace him, if he could only prove it to Matt! He tried to move his hands out of their restrictions but Matt had taken good care to make everything safe. And this freaking cartoon was making him crazy! He didn’t need garish colors when he was chained to a bed and his lover was sitting in an armchair moving a rubber monster in and out of his hole.
Montel tried his best to scream through the tape but Matt only gave him a faked compassionate smile and finally removed the object that enraged his lover. He put the toy aside and slowly strode to the bed Montel was chained to. Matt sat down on top of the other man and rubbed his wet-from-lube backside languidly over Montel’s crotch, taking his time and not moving too fast as he wanted to tease his lover into insanity. An angry glare greeted him and Matt leaned down to rapidly take off the tape.
“You fucking belong to me!” Montel spit out afterwards.
Matt only laughed and put a finger to the other man’s mouth.
“Hush. That’s my game and your role is to be silent. If you don’t follow my rules, you know what happens. Better shut up and, oh yeah, don’t dare to move.”
Montel huffed out a breath and kept still. Matt’s hands were tracing his muscled stomach, drawing small patterns on it. After a while he moved deeper and took Montel’s still hard and impressive length his mouth, setting up an even pace between suckling and licking. Montel threw his head back and stiffled the moan that threatened to escape his mouth, that was just the way it stimulated him most. He felt his lower body heaten up dangerously fast, a familiar feeling beginning to built up which expressed his nearing orgasm. His mind went blank and then…it was over, Matt’s mouth was gone and he was still hard, very hard.
Matt had sat up and crossed his arms.
“You may speak now.”
“Fucking tease! You…”
“That’s enough. Be silent again.”
Montel instantely fell silent, he just wasn’t able to resist this commanding side of Matt.
“Ok, you may move from now on, but keep your mouth shut.”
Matt seated himself over Montel’s awaiting cock and slid down without a warning, making both man gasp. He waited a moment and clenched his muscles experimentaly, eliciting needy moans from Montel.
“I thought I told you to not say a word.”
“Hey, moaning around while fucking isn’t exactly a word!”
Matt sighed and tried to move off of the other man.
“Hey, hey, ok! Come on, I’ll be nice from now on. Just please, I really want to come…”
“Good boy.”
Matt started moving on Montel’s cock,beginning with a rather fast rhythm that heightened their pleasure in a very short amount of time. Montel pushed upwards, Matt’s tightness was overwhelming and the orgasmic feeling he had lost earlier was slowly rebuilding again.
Suddenly he felt Matt tensing, a strangled cry escaped him and hot seed spurted out of his erection and onto Montel’s body. Matt stopped his movement, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Wow, that was unexpected. But it was really fucking good. Or good fucking, I think that would be more fitting.”
Montel couldn’t believe it, he was still hard after the third attempt of coming. After following all of Matt’s rules. After being chained to a filthy collection of wood and rags. He wanted to explode, but he didn’t dare to speak, instead he just panted and hoped that Matt would start moving again.
“You’re a very good boy today, do you want a reward?”
Montel nodded and his body shook of anticipation, unsure of what would happen next, but he relaxed as Matt started to slowly rotate hips. Montel bit his lip, not able to surpress small wanton moans. He was so close, felt like exploding every second with his mind swirling, especially when Matt started to move up and down on his almost painfully hard cock.
“You may come now.”, Matt whispered into Montel’s ear and slid himself hard down the other man’s cock. A harsh gasp escaped Montel’s mouth as he could do nothing else but comply to this command, shooting his seed deep into Matt. The scene reminded him of some freaky independent low-budget movie, awfully senseless cartoons still running and the propably oldest air conditioner existing in Florida unsuccessfully trying to cool their room. They both needed a moment to calm down, their ragged breathing and the exaggeratedly cheerful music of some commercial the only things audible in the room. Matt moved upwards and Montel’s cock slid out of him. He looked at the old sheets and took the second option, getting up to dress. After being done he moved to Montel who was staring at the ceiling, a frown on his face. He unlocked the handcuffs and had to grin over the red marks on the other man’s wrist.
“You’re not really thinking that this thing is better than I am?”
Matt cocked an eyebrow: “You’re not listening to me usually, why now?”
“I’m always listening to you, I just look like I don’t. That’s better for keeping your ego down.”
Montel sat up and rubbed his wrists. His lover laughed and handed him his clothes, then he stuffed all items that were in use before in the bag and waited for Montel to get ready. Together they stepped out of the motel room and into the early evening.
“And what are we doing now?”, Montel asked, smirking.
“We? We’re going to take a shower at your place. I’m feeling dirty and all-over…blargh.”

The End

~~I always wanted to write this.~~

~~cheesy blabla :D~~

I'm watching waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much Little Britain :3

Fanfiction: After show party for two

2008-04-25T15:34:12Z

Title: After show party for two
Author: ringo_no_hana [but she allowed me to post it :*]
Pairing: MVP/Matt Hardy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Matt has a special present for MVP.
A/N: English is not my native language, I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes.
Characters don’t belong to me, blabla disclaimer blabla. Yeah.
Might be pretty sappy. :D

After Show Party for two

It was an awesome match. Very powerful, very real. Matt was so proud of his lover. He was great tonight, sold himself pretty good. But at the same time, he took quite a beating. Although it was always very hard against Kane, this match was… tremendous.
And the best was yet to come! Matt had something special in mind for his gorgeous lover, something that would, without doubt, take his lover’s thoughts away from the strenous storyline he was about to have soon, as the new Nr. one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. He heard familiar footsteps coming towards the door and hastily looked into his plain, black backpack for the last time, checking if he had everything needed.
The handle of the door moved down slowly, as if it wanted to stretch the overwhelming silence even more. Matt strode fast towards the door and drew his clueless and clearly surprised lover into the room. Just as Montel was about to give him a startled look and ask what this was all about, a silk-blindfold was tied over his eyes, preventing him from taking a closer look at the carefully decorated dressing room.
“What the…?”, Montel wasn’t exactly pleased but as lips he knew pretty well from previous encounters came crashing upon his, he decided, that he wasn’t really unpleased either.
“Mhm, Baby, what are you up to? I think I just saw soft candlelight, rose petals and you in a tiger g-string.”
Matt’s finger pressed itself softly to Montel`s beautiful and luscious lips, silencing the taller man.
“You kind of were right…though I’m afraid the last point was a trick your imagination played you.”, that said he led his lover to the simple black couch and pressed him gently down to straddle his hips. Matt tangled his hands in Montel’s skillfully braided hair and pressed his lips again to the other man’s, savouring the unique taste of them. After a few moments he broke the kiss, feeling the distinctive tingeling of his loins, which he didn’t need right now. Matt shortly contemplated with himself, he didn’t have a lot of patience today. His decision stood quickly. He removed the blindfold and stuffed it into his pocket, just in case. His partner looked around appreciative, he nodded a few times, taking in the improved look of the dressing room. Matt had certainly had a bit of work here. Candles spent a soft light, flickering romantically, surrounded by uncountable petals. His lover had even cleaned up a bit, removing the food packaging that Ken had left on the floor before the show. Since his transfer to Smackdown he practically stalked Montel every minute possible.
Pushing the other man to the back of the couch he let his hands roam over Montel’s breast, his fingers taking course to a small silver zipper right in the middle of Montel’s newest turqouise wrestling gear. Matt slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing only a few inches of milky brown skin. He touched it affectionally and with the utter expression of awe on his face.
Montel sighed softly, feeling his body relax and a certain feeling starting to build up in his stomach: “Oh, baby! I absolutely love it when you check me out like that! It’s almost as sexy as the look on your face when you’re coming.”
“Shush!…”, Matt commanded, slapping Montel’s stomach softly: “…We’re not here to talk.”
Montel smirked, pleased and let his lover peel off the tight fabric from his arms.
“Help me a bit here, okay?”, Matt asked, wanting to proceed further.
“Mmmmh, seems to me like you’re in a bit of a hurry here, huh?” , Montel pushed himself up, drawing the other man tighter to him. He kissed his neck lightly, his tongue slipping out to lick on heated skin. A low moan escaped Matt`s slightly opened mouth and he craned his neck to allow the other man better access. Montel started to suckle on the skin with an evil intention in mind to leave a mark everyone could see. He had to mark his territory, right?
His lips left his victim’s neck and he looked at the red bruise with a smirk on his face, then his hands moved under the other man’s shirt and he felt his way up to the front, until he found the rosy nubs. Montel played carefully with them, he knew what Matt liked and was intend to make him all throathy moans and soft wax in his hands.
“Gods, yes! Ge-get me out of that shirt right now, will you!”
Montel hesitated for a moment, in his mind he was already nominated for ‘Sex-God of the century’. Not wanting to let his lover wait any longer, his hands left their warm place under Matt’s shirt and he unbuttoned it. Hastily they threw the shirt on the floor, not caring about it anymore and instead engaging in a deep kiss that made their minds swirl. Montel pushed Matt away from him, he didn’t quite want to get laid with his gear still on his body. Matt realized his partner’s intention and moved away to watch the other one undress, he stepped backwards, stopping at the small table on the opposite side of the room. A small smile played at the sides of his lips, he always reveled in the moments when Montel lost control and got this fierce, determined and ultimately sexy aura just before he was to approach him and throw him down. Matt looked at his lover’s flawless body, always fascinated by the perfectness that covered the other man. He was so intimidating, the look in his eyes one that could match a tiger’s one, that it took Matts breath away.
In a few big strides, Montel stood before Matt, spread his legs and pushed him back on the table. ‘Hold onto you, Matt Hardy, we still have a few things to take care of…’, Matt thought slowly licking his lips, he could clearly see the lust in his lover’s eyes.
“Seems like I have to take care of this, baby, since you are drooling over me like a rabid fanboy.”, this said, Montel pushed his groin forward, eliciting a lecherous moan and proving that Matt wanted, what he wanted. He stopped for a short moment: “Did you lock the door baby, some people wouldn’t enjoy seeing us having hot and sweaty sex on a table.”
Matt looked at his lover and pushed him away from himself: “Nope, didn’t lock the door because we’re not going to have sex. At least not yet.” He casually picked up his discarded shirt.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, didn’t you want me to fuck you senseless just a few moments ago?”, Montel looked at him confused, clearly aroused and all over a little bit unnerved. His body ached for Matt and the other one dared to stop him just like that?
Matt lifted an eyebrow sceptically and moved to put his shirt back on. He did it as slow and relaxed as he could, knowing that he walked on thin ice and the wrong words would bring Montel in a really bad mood.
“Did you really think you could get me on my back in an unromantic, stinky, and overall- dangerous-because- everyone- can- practically- walk- into- us - dressing room?”
“I could pin you everywhere, Hardy.”
Matt relaxed, and congratulated himself, he had been right and the victory earlier seemed to still have it’s influence, apparently his lover was still in a generous mood.
Matt blew the candles out and went towards the door.
“You’re not telling me I have to go out of here with a fucking enourmous wood in my pants, do you?”, Montel yelled discontented
Matt snorted and left the room, lazily hanging the backpack over one shoulder.
“Freaking tease!”

Getting to the hotel room was more difficult then Matt thought, Montel used all chances he got to be all over him, kissing him, licking his neck or fondling him every possible way.
“Get your sneaky hand out of my crotch this instant or I swear there’ll be a traffic accident in the next 10 seconds.”
“What? Is your penis going to pop out of your trousers, destroying the windscreen and spearing a helpless passerby?”
“Probably!”
“Sounds like fun to me!”, Montel was intend to go on, a decent payback for his little punk was long overdue. Angrily Matt pulled the distracting hand out of his open pants and closed the zipper again while driving, he had calculated that it wouldn’t exactly be easy to get to the hotel with his horny boyfriend constantely trying to make him pull over for a quickie.
“If you are molesting me again until I allow you to do so, you will have a very lonesome night, believe me!”
“Aww, that’s cute, believe me, you’re not able to resist when I’m starting to do sexy things to myself.”
He had five pretty calm minutes before Montel started all over again, his hand at first only rubbing Matt’s tigh but soon it started to move to other regions.
“Montel!”
Matt stopped the car at the nearest parking lot he could find, opened the driver’s door in a bad mood and went to open Montel’s door.
“Get out!”
The other one followed his command and got out of the car, a huge grin plastered on his handsome face. Matt pushed him back with a fierce look and he leaned onto the car, waiting for what was to come.
“Show me your hands and…close your eyes.”
Matt looked at his outstretched arms for a short moment, then he pulled the silk scarf he earlier used as a blindfold out of his pocket and bound the other’s hands, taking care to make his cuffs safe.
“Woooh, baby, if we’re going to do this here and now we better have a good excuse! Besides: I didn’t know you had a thing for outdoor sex.”
“Get in the car and shut the hell up or I might try to use one of my worn socks to gag you, sweetheart! Ok? Thanks.”, Matt pushed Montel back in the car, hoping he could get to the hotel without further incidents now.
“You sure have to make that up to me, baby. Just wait until we arrive.”

They had arrived and Matt was desperately trying to resist the urge to kill.
“Hey, buddy! You’re having a hickey there and Montel’s hands are bound. Is this some kind of new kinky sex play?”
Oh, yes. Of all people they could have met, they met Ken Kennedy.
“Come on, gimme a little insight here, Hardy-Boy, how’s the evening plan for you and chocolate chip over there?”
Matt opened his mouth, still unsure what to reply, but Ken interrupted him.
“Hell no! Did you really think I wanted to know how he’s going to lay you after a creamy bubbly soft bath full of love confessions and smooching. Sheesh, please spare me! Just go up there and get him done…or get done yourself, I should rather say.”, Ken snickered naughtily and gave Matt a pat on the back before getting off the elevator which had just arrived at the right floor.
“Why didn’t you say anything and just had that stupid smirk on your face?”, the doors closed again.
“Mhm, let me think about that. You weren’t exactly nice to me this evening, why should I help you?”, Montel answered wriggling his hands. The cuff was pretty tight and it started to be uncomfortable. The elevator came to a halt again, nineth floor. Montel was puzzled, he thought their room was on the eleventh floor, was he mistaken? They silently made it out of the elevator and both could practically feel the tension building up. Matt fumbled nervously in his backpack, the keycard had to be somewhere in there.
“’S everything okay, baby? Should I help you? And..errr…you sure that’s our room…?”
He finally found the searched item and opened the door: “No, thank you, your hands are still bound anyways. Can you…please…would you please shut your eyes again?”.
With a shrug Montel fulfilled his lover’s wish, then he was guided into the room and placed on a soft couch.
“Baby, I don’t remember our room having a couch…it was pretty plain, wasn’t it?”
“Open your eyes then…this is our room.”
Montel opened his eyes and was astound – this room was the bigger and more beautiful equivalent for the dressing room. Candles, roses, petals and…a fireplace complete with a cozy, warmly flickering fire.
“That’s not our room, baby! I think we are in the wrong room, Matt, let’s ge out before the real owners co…- hey, wait! You booked this for us?”
A slight shimmer of pink shone on Matt’s cheekbones: “I rebooked our room, thought this one would be more fitting.”
Montel glanced at Matt suspiciously: “What exactly do you have in mind here? Are you…pregnant?”
“Are you stupid?”
“C’mon baby, what’s up…I know you, you have a plan, you always have one!”
Matt placed himself beside his lover on the couch, removing the scarf from around his hands and kissing his wrists in the process.
“You’ll see, go get a shower first and come here when you’re ready, okay? The bathroom is over there.”, Matt gestured to the room to his right.
“Hmm, I agree.”, he made his way to the shower: “…though I don’t think I have to shower. You know, I’m smelling all sexy and manly and sweaty and this is the real thing, man! I can see it in your eyes, you’re about to faint, that’s why you want me to shower.My ultimate sexiness doesn’t fit in your smartass plan, right?”
Matt grinned, shook his head in disbelieve and waited for the water to start running, then he called the room service and told them to bring ‘the things he ordered’ up. Five minutes of waiting, looking at the watch around 30 times and hoping that Montel would stay with his usual shower terms, which normally took him around twenty minutes, then the room service finally arrived.
“That is everything you ordered , Mr. Hardy. Of course it’s fresh and highest quality.”
Matt gave the young man $10 and wished him a nice evening. Then he checked his backpack for the last time, taking a small casket out of it which he neatly placed under the sheets in their bedroom.
Meanwhile Montel stood under the shower savouring the warm water that trickeled over his strained muscles, slowly losening them. He had to admit, he was still a little tense. Though Matt was a secret romantic this was totally out of character plus he was obviously supernervous. Nevertheless, their little stunt in the dressing room was more than appetizing and he wanted to concentrate on this, hoping he could take some of Matt’s nervousness away with his own confidence.
“Hey, Matt! I got a problem here and it’s pretty big!”, Montel said with a grin on his face, feeling the warm water trickling down his body. Matt’s reply came instantely:
“Yeah, porn star, I thought so. Calm down and hold it, ok? Or we’re not going to have a lot of fun tonight!”
“Woah, the night’s just started, hasn’t it? Are you questioning my stamina, which is, I can say without exaggeration, absolutely remarkable!”, he shouted from under the shower letting his powerful hands glide over his muscled breast once more. His lover had thought of everything and transferred all his things to the new suite. He was almost done, smelled fresh for his baby, was pretty excited what would happen and, after a proving look in the mirror, he knew that he looked breathtaking too.
“I should’ve called myself half sex, half amazing instead…”, he said confidentely to his reflection while drying up.
“Time to go and get what I deserve.”, this words said he left the bathroom with a fleecy towel riding low on his hips. Montel stepped into the adjoining living room of their suite in search for his lover and finally found him in the bedroom, trying to open a massive bottle of exclusive champagne. He failed, miserably, and the big bottle hit the floor with a powerful ‘thud’, but, thanks to it’s thick glass, it didn’t break.
“Watch out, it doesn’t want to cooperate!”, Montel said jokingly and fished the bottle from the floor, trying to open it himself.
“You weren’t supposed to come in here. Not yet.”, Matt’s voice sounded discontended, his arms were folded and his posture oozed out insecurity.
“Hey, baby, come on, what’s going on? You decorated my dressing room, booked this suite, got this…”, he pointed over his shoulder to the trolley laden with delicious looking food: “…up here. Did you cheat on me? What happened?”. He sighed and put the bottle down, trying to approach his lover.
“It’s not like you think. It’s something else. I…I can’t….”
Montel wrapped his arms around his lover and tried to calm him: “I know you haven’t and won’t ever cheat on me, I only want to know what that’s all about? Did I forget our anniversary? My birthday isn’t until october and I’m sure Valentine’s day is long over...”
Matt stammered, in search for words: “I…errr…do you want to eat something? I was told that the strawberry cream would be delicious.”
“You are trying to distract me here and that’s not going to work.”
“It isn’t?”
“No, but you are cute like that.”
Matt tried another plan and moved close to Montel. He slowly loosened the constricting towel and it fell to the floor.
“So, do you think you’re in for a little one on one now, after I let you down in the dressing room?”, Matt bit his lips and trailed a trembling finger down Montel’s breast, watching how the muscles jumped in anticipation.
“You want to play baby, ok, let’s play.”, Montel said and moved to the bed, lying down on it and watching a very erratic Matt.
“Undress for me, baby.”, he said with a light drawl in his voice.
Matt looked at him, taken aback, Montel knew he wasn’t as comfortable with his appearance as the other one was and besides that, he had never requested this from him before.
“I….”
“Just undress, nothing special, don’t be afraid, I’m not going to make you do a pole dance or something like that. Undress and then come here.”
Matt undressed slowly, averting his gaze from Montel.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. Come here.”
He got onto the bed and crawled to Montel who waited for him with open arms.
“Why are you shaking so badly, baby?”
“It’s nothing!”, both heard the harsh outcome of Matt’s reply and ignored it.
It was time to do something, Matt decided. He went down on Montel, aiming for his nether regions and at the same time hating himself for not being able to do what he wanted to do. He took the soft penis in his mouth and suckled on it lightly, the feel of Montel’s hands tangeling themselves in his hair and urging him to go on heated his body up and made his member spring to life. After a short moment he started to take in as much as he could to intensify the pleasure of his partner. Montel’s cock hardened more and more and soon he had to pull Matt up:
“I don’t want to come like that.”
Matt still averted his gaze and searched, after a quick kiss, for the lubricant he had left somewhere at the bedside. With shaking hands he unscrewed it and carefully applied it on Montel’s impressive erection. That done he slipped a finger into himself, preparing himself hurriedly and carelessly. He took position on top of his lover and tried to move down only to be stopped by Montel’s strong hands.
“Are you kiddin’ me? Were you going to do this with this as-good-as-no-preparation?”
“I…”
“Yeah, what?”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Normally you can, I agree, but today you obviously can’t.”
Montel pushed the other one into the sheets, rolling on top of him and looking into his eyes sternly, then he kissed Matt with force, it almost bruised his lips.
“Let me take care of this, baby, okay?”, he added in a disgruntled voice.
Montel took the discarded lubricant and put a sufficient portion on his fingers.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
Matt did so, his eyes searching for some point in the cream coloured room to fixate on. They fluttered half shut when Montel pushed his first finger in Matt’s opening, as cautious and slow as always, searching for signs of discomfort in his lover’s face. After a while he pushed another finger in, now slowly moving two fingers in and out, completed after another minute by a third one . Matt opened his mouth and tried to say something, his voice dying in the process.
“Did I hurt you, baby? Should I go slower?”
Matt shook his head: “I…just…there is something I wanted to tell you….to show you…”, his
voice was shaking.
“Hush, baby, relax. You don’t have to be so nervous, everything is ok.”
It was almost like the first night they got together like this. Matt was just as unsure and hesitant.
“Do you think you’re ready?”, Montel asked, a curt nod the only answer he got. He positioned the tip of his erection at Matt’s entrance and pushed in, careful not to hurt his lover. The tightness took his breath away and he could feel his heart starting to beat faster. Montel became even more aroused, his whole body started to tingle with the first slow thrusts. Matt corresponded perfectly to his movement, his arousal pressed between their bodies. The thrusts started to become faster soon with Matt scratching on his lover’s back, building up even more pleasure for the couple. Both panted loudly, Montel’s hips making a dirty slapping noise every time they met Matt’s body.
“Oh god…hnnn…I love you!”
Montel stared at Matt, stopping every motion, a confused look on his face and after a few seconds he asked with a lust ridden voice: “Wha…What did you say?”
“I…I love you! I love you so much!”, Matt screwed his eyes shut, he felt so vulnerable. This feeling of dependence and hurt was something he didn’t ever want to feel again.
“That’s absolutely great and you know I love you too but you never said that to me before.”
“I’m so sorry…I always wanted to say it but I just couldn’t.”
“I guess that has something to do with your not-so-happy-former-relationships, right?…”, a short pause arose, then Montel continued: “Sorry, but, I’m kind of at a loss for clever words right now…Gods, Matt, stop moving please! I’m going to come every second if you keep doing this!”
Matt stopped his small movements though his body told him to do the exact opposite. Why did Montel want to talk about this right now?
“Look at me.”, it was spoken softly, Montel’s voice heavy with emotion and want. Matt shook his head, his eyes still shut. A hard thrust followed and both man moaned loudly, on the brink of orgasm.
“I’m not going to continue, you stubborn kid, if you won’t look at me.”, Montel spoke between ragged breaths.
Matt’s hand tried to move between their bodies in an desperate attempt to get the last bit of gratification he needed.
“Oh no, baby, that’s not how we’re playing. Fucking look at me already, okay? There is no need to be ashamed of your feelings!”, Montel grabbed his arms holding them over Matt’s head.He got an angry look for this: “I’m not ashamed of my feelings!”
“Aaah, so that’s why you never voiced them out before.”
“I just didn’t want to get hurt!”
“I’d never hurt you!”
“That’s not the point, I’m sorry, it’s just so fucking difficult to overcome old habits.”
Montel smirked amused, Matt was absolutely gorgeous when he fumbled for words like that, his cheeks reddening furiously. But something else bothered him: he felt his body scream at him, demanding release.
“We’ll definitely talk about that but first things first, there’s a damn hot man lying under me waiting for me to fuck his brains out.”, he smirked sensually and started a slow rhythm that made Matt press his heads into the soft sheets, wanton moans coming out of his mouths.
Montel released Matt’s hands, which, almost at the same moment, moved to hold onto Montel’s broad back. The thrusts grew harder and Matt couldn’t get enough of the warm breath that ghosted over his ear every time Montel moved forward. He was sure he couldn’t hold it any longer with his lover hitting exactly the right spot over and over again. Matt heard his own moans getting louder and the feeling of Montel sliding his hard cock in and out of his body gave him the rest. He tensed and buckled when white light exploded behind his eyelids, his semen releasing onto both, his and his lover’s bodies. Montel was inhaling a sharp breath, Matt’s orgasm had almost carried him along. He started moving again, pumping hard into the willing body under him, the end nearing inevitably. It came faster then he thought: his forehead was lying on Matt’s shoulder and the rhytmic way his lover clenched his muscles around his member accompanied by the friction that the harsh thrusts created were all it needed to take him over the edge. With a last forceful thrust and a shuddering moan he emptied his seed into Matt and sank onto him, spent and exhausted.
“Say it again!”, Montel demanded, his breath still a bit faster than normal.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Aah, I just can’t get enough of it. Come on, just once more.”
“There is something else I want to give you.”
“Does that involve me leaving my momentary place?”
Matt chuckled lightly: “I’m afraid the answer is yes.”
With a disapproving grunt Montel removed his member from Matt’s body and rolled down from the other one.
“It better be something really good.”
Matt smiled sweetly at him and rolled over, searching for something under the sheets. A few moments later he found it, presenting the small black casket he had earlier placed there to Montel.
“That’s something that’s really important to me. I went to a hell of trouble to get it since it’s not really easy to keep secrets from you. I just…no…wait…You know I have problems saying these three words and I really hurt you with that before. So I wanted to apologize. Here.” He stretched his arm out, and Montel took the casket, more than a little dumbstruck.
He opened it and a simple but beautiful silver ring was hidden between red silk. Montel took the ring out and noticed that tiny and fragile words were etched into the inside of it.
“You’re not going to tell anyone about that, are you?”
Montel was nonplussed and looked from the ring to Matt and back to the ring, then he grinned.
“Nah, I’m not going to tell anyone about this. I just didn’t think you were into such things, hopeless romantic baby.”
“Shut up and come over here. We still have a whole trolley filled with delicious snacks.” , Matt said and felt his cheeks burn, why was Montel making him behave like a lovesick schoolgirl?
“I’m a delicious snack too!”
“You had your snacktime, player.”
Montel laughed loudly, this night’s developments had definitely surprised him. Now he just had to find an equal present but an idea already formed in his head.

♥ You know the drill... ♥

2008-04-08T15:46:32Z

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