Randy Orton & The Miz - Cheaters Always Win
Guest appearance in this one. If you know my favorite slash pairings then you may know who's showing up. Reviews are fluffy bunneh kittehs. :D

Randy Orton was livid. Mike Mizanin had fucked him out of a chance to regain his title. He walked into Mike's locker room and glared at the exact man he was looking for. Mike was lying on the couch, naked; his legs spread wide so Orton could see all Mike had.

"Hello, Randal." Mike purred.

Randy's resolve was already weakening. How could he be angry when Mike was looking oh-so-fuckable, "Michael."

"You can't be upset with me, Randy." Mike bit his lower lip as he ran his hands up his own body, "Look at me. Naked and ready for you. Look how hard I am for you."

Mike wrapped his hand around his weeping erection. Oh, he was good. Randy watched as Mike slowly jerked himself. "Fuck…"

"You want to? You can fuck me. I could fuck you. We could just suck each other off." Mike gasped as he slipped a finger down behind his balls and over his pink pucker.

And just like that Randy's anger smashed into a million pieces. He ripped his clothes off and jumped on the younger. Mike wrapped one arm around Orton's neck and pressed their lips together; his other hand snaked down Randy's lithe body to his half-hard erection.

"Mmmph." Randy pulled back from their kiss, "How long have you been planning this?"

"Since yesterday. Morri and I had little fight, so I decided that I needed to have a little fun with someone. It ended up being you, lucky for me." Mike smirked.

"Does John know about this?" Randy asked.

"Yep. He's with Cena right now doing the same thing we are."

"Well if he's with Cena then -" Randy didn't bother to finish his sentence. He pressed his lips back against Mike's and wrapped his hand around Mike's dick. He stroked the younger man whilst Mike jerked him.

Mike pulled back from the kiss and flipped Randy down onto the couch. He swiveled his body around; his dick bobbed in Randy's face. Mike leaned his head down and took the head of Randy's erection into his mouth. Randy got the message and did the same thing to Mike's.

The only noises that came out of the room were soft, breathy moans and the squeaking of the couch springs. Mike and Randy worked each other with their mouths. Randy pressed his finger into the younger man when he knew Mike was getting close. He slid the digit in and out to match the pace of his sucking.

"Mmmph," Mike grunted when Randy pressed against his prostate. A few more touches against that bundle of nerves and Mike came in Randy's mouth.

Randy swallowed Mike's essence and pulled his mouth away, "Oh yeah, Mikey."

Mike didn't stop bobbing his head until Randy was coming, which wasn't long after his orgasm. Mike drank down Randy's come and pulled his head back. He swiveled himself back around and laid his head against Randy's chest.

Randy smiled and ran his fingers through the loudmouth's sandy hair, "That was fun."

"Mmm, yeah. You still mad that I beat you for the title?" Mike lifted his head and looked up at the Viper's sated face.

Randy pressed a kissed to Mike's nose, "Nah, no reason to be. Now get up. I've got a rumble to win."

Mike laughed and got up off of Randy. Orton dressed and left the room. Mike smiled and laid back on the couch. He saw a brunette head poke into his room, "Wish me luck?"

"Good luck, Morri. I love you." Mike smiled.

"Thanks, babe. Love you, too." John Morrison pulled his head out of the room before sticking it back in, "By the way, did you have fun with Orton?"

"Um, don't you have a rumble to win?" Mike asked.

Morrison laughed and left for good this time. Mike leaned back and relaxed. Who says cheaters never win?