Life As He Knew It (Open)

John groaned as he sat on the steps of the ambulance. He didn't need a hospital, but they checked him out. Now he was just waiting for Randy. He his heart warm when he saw him. He had never been so happy to see his lover. "Randy!" He called out, his voice still hoarse.

Randy smiled brightly when he saw John. He ran over to him, picking him up and hugging him, spinning him in circles. "Oh God, John, Im so glad you're okay," he whispered, tears pricking his eyes.

John smiled and wrapped his arms around Randy's neck and started crying. "I love you so so much. And I'm sorry I said you weren't good in bed because that's not true and that would have sucked if those were the last things I said to you because I love you so much and didn't know if I'd see you again and..." John started ranting and crying at the same time, just so happy to be back in Randy's arms. But for John, ranting was a sign that he was happy.

Randy smiled as tears slid down his cheeks. He had been so scared. Johns comment was the last thing on his mind. He was just glad John was safely in his arms. He pulled back, kissing John passionatly, stopping his ranting.

John smiled into the kiss, and sighed contentedly as he kissed the love of his life. When they pulled away, he kissed Randy's nose. "I'm so damn lucky to have you." He whispered, glancing at the 50 men, handcuffed and waiting to be taken into custody. All those men could have raped him if Randy hadn't come for him. He'd do the same for Randy though, in a heartbeat.

"I know you are," Randy jokes. He pulled away from John completely and took a deep breath. "So, you know I love you more than anything and everything, right?" he started, looking into Johns eyes.

John smiled. "Duh." He joked. "I'm, kidding. Seriously, I love you too, more than words can describe." He said, looking up into Randy deep blue eyes.

Randy smiled and got down on one knee, pulling a velvet box from his pocket and opening it up, exposing a beautiful diamond ring. "Jonathan Randall Hennigan, will you marry me, Randal Keith Orton?" he proposed.

John's eyes widened, the green iris's filling with tears as his lip quivered. "Y-Yes! Yes! Yes, of course I will, yes!" He cried and tackled Randy to the ground, showering Randy's face with kisses.

Randy smiled, pulling John in for another deep, passionate kiss. He pulls away, sliding the ring (that fit perfectly) on Johns finger above his promise ring.

John smiled, wiping his tears. His heart went a million miles an hour, his hands shaking, but for a good reason. "Oh my god, I get to marry you!" He squealed happily, kissing Randy again. He had never been this happy, ever.

Randy chuckled. "You should feel special. Not everyone gets to marry Randy Orton," he joked cockily.

John stuck his tongue out at Randy. "Don't ruin this for me! And not everybody gets to marry the Shaman of Sexy. You'll have the sexiest husband alive. I'm a gymnast, wrestler and model. I'm a triple threat, baby." He chuckled before kissing Randy to keep him quiet.

Randy just smiled and kissed him back.

John pulled away and stood up, smiling brightly. "Oh my fucking god I'm getting married!" He squealed, doing his signature happy dance and clapped his hands, jumped up and down, and smiled his gorgeous, unrealistically bright smile. But this time, there was a new jot to him. A happy disposition that no one could ruin.

Randy's smiled widened and brightened when he saw how happy John was. He loved the way his eyes lit up, the way his smile brightened Randys world. "Lets get back to the hotel and celebrate, yeah?" he said.

John nodded eagerly and grabbed Randy's hand. He hailed them a cap, and they got it. John admired his engagement ring. It was a triple diamond style ring, the one John wanted. "I knew you'd listen to me when I said what kind of ring I wanted." He chucked.

Randy chuckled. "Anything to please my love," he said and kissed Johns temple.

John smiled brightly as he stared at his ring. "When we get back to the hotel, and we celebrate... can... can you... ya know..." John felt a little a embarrassed asking this. John had never received a blow job... ever. He's always been on the other end, and wanted to know how it felt. He felt embarrassed admitting that he'd never had a blow job.

Randy looked at John. "Can I what, my love?" he asked, curious as to what John wanted.

John bit his lip. "I've never... received a blow job." He admitted, looking up at Randy. "And... I was gonna ask you if you could... be the first to give one to me." He said.

Randy smiled. "Of course I will. You picked the right person for your first blow job," he boasted. He's given many a blowjob. He was fairly skilled with his tongue.

John smiled. "Grazie!" He said and kisses Randy's cheek. When they got to the hotel, John grabbed Randy's hand and hurried up tot he hotel room. When they got their, they instantly started making out intensely.

Randy groaned at Johns taste, laying him gently on the bed, his hands under Johns shirt, exploring the warm, bare skin.

John moaned into the kiss, loving how Randy's hands felt against his porcelain soft skin. "Randy..." He whimpered against Randy's lips, his jeans painfully tight.