Demoniac Bastard Scorpio, thank you. Matt & Jay are always fun to write. I adore them :P redsandman99, (giggles) it was a bit of an overload. BlackDiamonds.32.20.54, only cuz Adam's a brat ;P Awe, I'm glad you liked the way I wrote them. Yeah, I hardly have Christian top Matt, it was about time I think. takers dark lover, definitely maybe ;D

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Chapter three/ 'Feeling Kinda Randy'
Rated; M/ L, S (sucking, fucking, Randy in a towel, mentions of Adam being a princess & Adam stripping. This takes place during/before last chp)

Wes took a deep breath before softly rapping on the door to room 308. What he saw when the door opened did not calm his nerves. Randy was wearing nothing but a towel, apparently fresh from the shower. Wes wet his lips, eyes following that little drop of water that ran down Randy's chest and abdomen, getting caught off by the towel in a last ultimate show of its death. What a way to fucking go.

Wes averted his eyes to the carpet, shifting on his feet and biting his lip. He didn't even belong here. Randy was this perfectly sculpted muscular god. Tanned, lean and incredibly tall. His icy blue eyes and his steely gaze could turn normal men to granite. And those strong tattooed arms, bulging. But Wes was some skinny kid who hung around wrestlers because his cousin was a security guard. He was some pale, gothic punk-rock looking kid with shoulder-length black hair who wore dark make-up and was dressed in a rock-n-roll t-shirt and skinny jeans under a baggy hoodie with sneakers. He didn't have tattoos or piercings and was squeamish of most things. But he held Randy in such a high power. The man was a freaking superhero. Wesley didn't even see himself as damsel in distress material at best.

"Sorry, Wes." Randy smirked and pieces of the smaller male died as he glanced up into that leering grin. "Just got outta the shower. Hope you don't mind. Come in." Randy held the door, ushering the other man inside before closing the door back and locking it up.

Of course Wes just stood there. What the hell was he going to do? Was there even two beds..? Oh, right.. the couch pulled out to make another bed. That was good.. right..? No, yes. It was. They couldn't share a bed. The awkward meter was high enough. This whole thing was awkward.

"You can sit down your bags. Relax. Chill. I'll pull out the couch in a minute. Let me get dressed here." Randy moved around to his bag, pulling out a pair of boxers to sleep in. Naturally, Randy- the great pantless wonder- was comfortable walking around like this. He wore these little bitty trunks in the ring every night that left so little to the imagination and he'd probably been naked around lots of guys in locker rooms and showers. Randy could not possibly be shy of nudity around another guy.

Thing was, Randy noticed all too well Wes checking him out of the corner of his eye. Randy wet his lips, watching the smaller man as he slipped the boxers on under his towel. The towel dropped before they were all the way pulled up. He saw Wes gulp and turn his head. The raven-haired man flushed brightly and closed his eyes. Randy snapped the waist of his boxers as he got them up and Wes flinched like he heard a gunshot. Randy shook his head and picked up his towel, using it to dry off his short hair and get the water off from around his neck before tossing it to the bathroom floor.

Wes watched him as Randy made his way over to the couch, removing the cushions as he leaned over. Those thigh muscles bulging and that ass flexing. Wesley wondered how it would look in a mirrored ceiling reflection, flexing as Randy thrust down into him on the bed... Wes shook his head and willed the mental picture from his mind.

Randy pulled out the bed, groaning in the slight 'effort'. He grabbed the covers and the pillows next, tossing them on the bit of a bed. Randy didn't think it'd be too comfortable. "There ya go, Sweetheart."

Wes flushed again. "Thanks. Imma go get ready for bed now."

"Alright." Randy said, rubbing his palms together as he stalked around Wes and collapsed on his own bed. Randy deliberately stretched out. Putting one arm behind himself and grabbing the remote with the other. Randy shifted and got comfy as Wes got his clothes out and disappeared into the bathroom. Randy couldn't help that little chuckle that escaped him. His job wasn't to seduce Wes or anything. But he knew how Wes felt about him and why couldn't Randy play with that? Surely Jeff wouldn't mind.

Wes emerged a little while later in a baggy black t-shirt and red pants that had the image of what looked like little rubber duckies with devil horns and a cape on them.

Randy peered at the duckies. "Cute."

Wes blinked and looked down. "What?"

"The duckies. Seems.. I dunno.. not you.." Randy shrugged.

Wes glared and placed his hand on his hip. "Well, I like them."

Randy chewed on his bottom lip and grinned. He refrained from saying 'but they'd look better on the floor.'

"Do you like rubber duckies, Wesley?" He teased instead. "I bet you bathe with one. It's a zombie one, isn't it?"

"No. Dracula." Wes huffed, plopping down on his bed. Immediately he sunk down and the bed almost gave up and folded up and tried to eat him. Wes wiggled around. So this was how he'd meet his end?; Ate by a shitty bed in front of his celebrity crush. What luck.

Randy laughed as Wes struggled to get off the hungry bed. He got up and reached for his hands, pulling him up. "Careful. Damn thing looks like a death trap. Wanna share my bed? It's big enough for two."

Wes shook his head and sat up on the side. Nearly losing his balance as the bed tried to close again. "Ah, fuck it. I'll just sleep on the couch." Wes pushed his hair back and bit on his knuckles before looking over to Randy. "Can you help me put it back up?"

Randy sighed dramatically on purpose and folded the bed back inside the couch for Wes. Moments later, Wes sat down on the cushions. At least it wasn't going to eat him. Maybe.

Silence waged between them for a moment, before a conversation got struck up. Randy ended up telling Wes about his career and training. The smaller male just listened, nibbling on his fingers and his nails out of nervous habit. Occasionally Randy would be pleased to see he'd garner a smile. Which he admitted to himself, Wes had a pretty smile. Wes was pretty. A pretty little thing that should be someone's arm candy already. Once Randy thought that he'd end up wedged between Adam and Jeff like the deal Morrison had with Miz and Jericho.. but Randy guessed Adam made himself queen bitch in that relationship and another ass wasn't to take his place. But still, there were other suitors who could go after him. But Wes seemed uninterested.

"With as much as you love wrestling, why didn't you get started in it?" Randy asked.

Wes shrugged. "They'd eat me alive."

"Referee?" Randy suggested.

"Yeah, gothic boy ref. I can see it now." Wes rolled his eyes, but allowed a smile.

Randy laughed. "Goth Boy Ref. I like it. It has a nice ring to it. A referee with a gimmick..." His smile fell when he saw Wes suck his bottom lip into his mouth and look down. "Not that I'm saying you're a gimmick or anything."

"Right."

"Naw, come on. There are things you could do. You're very pretty." Randy swallowed as Wes turned as red as his pants. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. "So.. you wanna drink? There's a mini-bar in the fridge. Are you legal?"

Wes nodded frantically and put his head in his hands.

The two talked more. They were not drunk, but the alcohol loosened the tongue a bit and made Wes seem more at ease. He stopped after a couple. "M'more of a smoker myself."

"Yeah.." Randy chuckled. Wes had located beside him and the alcohol was making him tingle a bit. "I need to quit that shit myself." He said of the smoking. "Adam told me so. He tells Jeff so. Says it's bad."

"Sometimes I think he's Punk with blond hair." Wes giggled.

"Punk's had blond hair 'fore. Nowhere near as pretty as Adam, princess little bitch he is."

Wes blinked. "Adam? Or Punk?"

"Adam.. no wait.. Punk. Punk's the princess. Adam's pretty enough to be a princess. Don't tell him. Punk just acts like one. Adam doesn't like smoking. He's just bitter cause he hates it and still has to kiss Jeff. He'd never understand. Punk tried to fuck me once. I wouldn't let him. He started that preachy shit he does. How does he ever get laid? Nobody is sin free." Randy rambled.

"Eh.. some mysteries are best left to the darkest parts of my mind, chained up." If he even said that right. He thought he meant 'the mind', but whatever.

Randy grinned and looked lazily over at Wes. The bit of a buzz and general tiredness (and horniness) was making him think things. He reached up and raked Wes's hair behind his ear. "I'd like to explore your dark parts." He whispered huskily, leaning forward and capturing Wes's lips with his own.

Wesley froze for a moment, his heart pounding and all the blood traveling south. This could not be happening. This was an awesome dream he was having and he'd kill the first person he saw if he woke up. Wes reached up and ran his hand up Randy's bare arm, grabbing the brunette by the back of the neck and moaning into his mouth as Randy sucked and licked at his parted lips.

Randy pulled back, resting his forehead against Wes's as they both panted in early arousal. "Don't. Tell. Jeff."

Wesley grinned sinisterly. "Jeffy knows I'm a bad little bitch."

Randy's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, so you're not a virgin?"

Wes glared and pinched him on the side.

"Ow.. god.. kidding.."

Wes threw his shirt off and straddled Randy's hips. "Let me show you what a bad bitch I am." He purred and Randy groaned as Wes reached down and started to fondle him under his boxers.

"Fuck.." Randy let his head hit the wooden head board behind him as Wes's slender fingers worked their way inside his boxers, locating his cock and stroking him just fucking perfectly.

Randy wrapped his arms around the smaller male, grabbing him under the ass before flipping him over and settling between Wes's splayed legs. He kissed him hungrily, deeply, grinding into him as Wes arched his hips up at him. It was heated and both just needed some goddamn friction.

-xx-

Jeff got his special toys out of the bag as he watched Adam take off his clothes. "Do you think it was wise of Matt to let Wes go off with Randy?"

Adam pushed his pants down and stood up, placing his hands on his hips. "He shouldn't have told you. Ugh. This isn't 'worry about Wes getting raped by Orton' time. It's 'fuck Adam in the ass with sex toys' time."

Jeff nodded as he sat down on the bed. "Wes'll like it if he gets raped anyhow." He shrugged, reaching out to Adam. "Cum to Papa, Adam." He said with a crooked grin and wiggling fingers.

Adam slouched. "Don't do that. I'm not calling you Daddy."

"Right... that's Jay. Forgot." Jeff groaned as Adam's pants hit him in the face. "Throw the thong next time." He muttered under the pants.

-xx-

Randy laid back on his back as he watched Wes pull his boxers down. The raven-haired male crawled back up between Randy's legs, staring up at the larger man coyly as he took hold of his thick cock, stroking him slowly as he licked at the head.

"Teasing bitch.." Randy smiled. "Fuck.. you look so hott.. oh, yeah.."

Wes smiled before dragging his tongue over the head and licking down the shaft. Randy wet his lips and watched him. His pink tongue caressing a vein and making Randy's cock twitch in his hand. He let his hands go to Wes's hair, tangling in it as Wes let his lips mold over the head and down the shaft. He took him pretty far, gagging a bit before pulling back and wetting his lips.

"Bet you can't take this cock.." Randy panted, smiling leeringly at him.

"Bet you know nothing about me." He went back for more, sucking Randy a bit as he started to bob his head. He relaxed his throat, closing his eyes and savoring every inch of Randy that he could get down his throat as he took him deep. Wes held still for a moment and swallowed, his throat muscles contracting under the motion.

"Oh, shit.. I think you got Morrison beat."

Wes groaned. Had Morrison been with everybody?

Randy held to his black hair tightly, groaning his pleasure as Wes sucked him hungrily. Almost possessed. His little slurping, sucking, whiny noises driving Randy crazy as he brutalized his own throat on Randy's cock. His throat was sure to be sore. Randy was shocked it wasn't a bloody raw mess as it was.

"Oh, fuck.. suck it.. suck that dick.. goddamn.. take it.. fuck.." Randy pulled him off and flipped Wes over to his stomach, yanking his sleeping pants off before jerking him up by his hips.

Wes bit on his thumbnail. Waiting anxiously. He wanted it. He wanted it so damn bad and he didn't rightfully give a damn if he was prepped or not. It'd be fine if it hurt. He felt the bed dip and then again a moment later, a look back had showed him Randy getting something out of his bag. Randy placed his hands on Wes's cheeks, spreading him apart before going in for a quick lick. That shudder and whimper he got from the smaller man made his cock ache all the more and he was fucking going insane every second that he wasn't inside him.

"Please.. Randy.. uhm.." Wes moaned as he felt Randy's tongue circling his pucker before sucking on the skin around it. Eating his ass, digging nails into his asscheeks. Things he'd fantasied about Randy doing to him so many times.

Randy pulled back and poured the baby oil into his hand before rubbing it between Wes's cheeks. Wes bit his fingers as he felt two large fingers be shoved inside of him. Randy wiggled the digits apart, stretching Wes's walls before fucking them in and out of him.

"Oh, god.. please.. fuck me.. need your cock.. now.. please.. fuck me hard.. wear me out.."

Randy growled and withdrew his fingers, getting up on the bed on his knees behind Wes and aiming his cock at his slickened entrance. Wes tasted his own blood as he felt Randy push that big cock all the way inside him. He had bit into his fingers, but he didn't care. It was painful as it stretched him and was just fucking perfect.

"Fuck.. such a good little bitch.. you look good on my cock.." Randy groaned as Wes wiggled back into him, urging him on. He took hold of his hips as he started to thrust, going deeper every once in a while.

Wes looked over and saw himself in a mirror, bent over and being fucked by his obsession. Randy was fucking him hard and it was gorgeous. It was rough and vigorous and what he always dreamed it would be. Wes squirmed, raising up to his hands and tossing his hair back. His back arched and his fingers clawed at the sheets as he licked the blood off his lips.

"Uhm.. harder.. pound me.. oh, fuck.." He let out a feral growled scream. His lips curling up in a almost look of agony and his teeth bared.

Randy ran his hands up his back, grabbing onto his shoulders. He imaged the looks on his face. The sounds he was making was like music to his ears. Randy pulled out and yanked Wes down to his back, holding his ankles and spreading his legs as he shoved back in. He watched Wes under him, writhing, growling and shouting for more. His nails clawing at Randy's arms in desperation. The black make-up around his eyes smudged and wearing off.

Wes watched Randy through half-lidded eyes. Watching his muscles bulge under his movements, tanned skin glistening with sweat and the look of determination on Randy's face as he fucked him through the mattress. Sexy. Sinful. Fucking gorgeous.

"Please.. please.. touch me.. want.." Wes trailed off in a whimper as Randy's fingers ghosted along his shaft, teasing him before taking a hold of his cock and stroking him hard and fast as he increased his pace. Pounding into the smaller man and loving how Wes arched his hips up into his.

They came at almost the same time. Wes crying out as he spilled out on Randy's hand and Randy filling him full as Wes's muscles contracted around his dick, milking him. And they laid there a moment, till Randy rolled over and Wes scooted up to sit with his back against the head board as he pulled the sheet up around him. Randy looked over, stealing a glance at the raven-haired male as Wes buried his face in the sheet, giggling.

-xx-

Later Randy lay asleep on his side as Wes answered a text from Jeff.

So..? HowWasIt?

How was what? Wes sent back and a reply came back shortly.

IKnowYou

Wes almost snorted. He could imagine Jeff smirking. I fucked him silly. He typed with a smile.

Yeah, AdamWasAlreadySilly.. ButIFuckedHim anyway

Wes giggled and texted goodnight before snuggling down in the bed. He thought maybe he should go back to the couch.. but eh, he was too tired and worn out to move. Maybe Randy would regret it when the morning brought him a hangover and he was more sobered up.. but Wes didn't care. He wouldn't have changed a thing.

It wasn't supposed to take that long to post! But there was unnecessary drama & then my internet messed up.. so.. but eh.. In 'Cotton Candy' Wes was a security guard, but I took him out of that profession. It doesn't fit him. At one point, I swear, I thought I had his history figured out, but I tossed it. I wasn't happy w/ it. Maybe one day I'll give him a better backstory. Doesn't matter much here, this was smut &.. yeah. I kept some of who inspired him's traits that may change if/when I ever decide to use Wes again. They don't like needles. & Randy seemed worried about Jeff, not b/c he's afraid or anything, but out of respect to his friends... Yeah, let's go w/ that ;D Also, I claim no knowledge of anybody liking rubber duckies.. Wes does. But that's him :P Okay, that's done. Thanks to everybody who reviewed, read, faved, even alerted (haha). It always makes me feel awesome, xD.