Life As He Knew It (Open)

"If you think Mark is so good, go fuck him! See if I care. And when you're moaning and groaning and you happen to gllance at those rings on your finger, know that it was a mistake. This whole thing, was a mistake. I wish I had never gotten mono and this had never happened. You're a fucking slut. Im not satisfying? If Im not satisfying, why do people still want me? And Hunter? Yeah, back in Evolution, him, Dave and Ric gang-raped me, so remember that when you're fucking him. The elevator thing? Yeah, thats clausterphobia. A normal fear. You were the one who flipped when the lights went off. And I wasnt crying, I was going fucking insane. Remember, I hit you? Yeah. So go to fucking Hell, John. And never show your face around me again," Randy said, getting up and storming out of the building, his anger far past its boiling point. To say that Mark was better was one thing, but Hunter? That made him snap.

John blinked, tears starting to fall down his cheeks. He wished he hadn't said that. He just stood there, not knowing what to do. He buried his face in his hands and cried, completely forgetting that he was still in a therapist's office. He just sobbed, an anxiety attack taking over. He stood up and started pacing the room. "W-WHy am s-so... n-no it's not my f-faul- I-I can't th-think- I don't have the... p-please f-forgive m-me I-I c-can't s-see b-but I d-d-don't have the r-right w-west o-of the w-why..." John started into another nervous breakdown, talking nonsense as he lost control and started to lose it. And without Randy, he didn't know if he could snap out of it.

The furthur Randy got, the worse he felt about the things he had said. He sighed, leaned against the wall and tried to calm down. He hadnt meant anything he said. Okay, well, some of it he meant. But most of it he didnt. Once he had calmed, he got up, walking back to Alex's office. He didnt realize how far he walked. He was panting slightly and had a sheen of sweat when he got back. He walked back up to his office, mentally worn out.

John was on his knees, crying hysterically. He wrapped his rms around his chest, his heart hurting from guilt, and what Randy had said. He didn't know Hunter did those things. How would he if Randy always closed up on him? He just cried, not listening to Alex and sobbed his fiance's name. "R-R-Randy! P..P-Please, I-I'm sorry..." He cried. But it was in vain. Randy had left him...

Randy sighed as he walked into Alex's office. His heart broke when he saw John like that. He wrapped his arms around John. "John, hey, Im sorry. I shouldnt have said those things. I love you, John. You know I'd never leave you. That would kill you, and that would kill me. Its all gonna be okay. See? We got out our feelings. Granted, we could have done it more calmly, but thats life. Life is hard..." Randy started ranting philisocphically, just hold John against him, not even paying attention to if he wa listening.

John sniffled. "It's okay. I shouldn't have said those things, either. N-No one can c-compare to you, and I w-wouldn'r sleep either anyone e-else. And I didn't know w-what Hunter did to you, I-I'm sorry. Y-You know that right? That I don't want anyone else?" He whispered, cutting off Randy's ranting. What Randy said, he knew they were just fighting words. But it hurt... a lot. To have Randy call him a slut, to tell him they never got together and tell him to go to hell and never show his face around him again had shattered his heart into little tiny pieces. But Randy was here, with him. He wrapped his arms around his neck, and pressed himself as close as humanly possible to his lover. But he had to admit, it felt good to finally get their feelings out.

"Of course I know that," Randy replied. And he did. Still, though, the way John keeps bringing up how Mark was better than him hurt, even if he didnt mean it. "You know I didnt mean it when I called you a slut, right? Because you aren't. Im so so so so so so so so so so sorry. I love you, so much. You're amazing and I cant imagine being with anyone else. And the whole Mike thing? I didnt mean that. I know you'll get your time with the title. Im gonna make sure of that.

John smiled aoftly. "I didn't mean it when I said Mark was better than you. That was low, and I wish I could take it back because its not true. And I know you didn't mean it about Mike. But he's a good friend, and deserves to be champion. I'll work my way up to it." He said, wraping his arms around Randy's waist. "I love you..." He purred, nipping at Randy's neck, both of them forgetting where they were as John straddled Randy's waist.

"I love you, too," Randy smirked. "You know, you're incredibly sexy when you're angry."

John smiled. "Then I must have irrisistable..." He snaked his hand down Randy's pants. He didn't care that they were in a therapists office. They were doing it... Now. "Maybe I should punish you..." He growled. "Maybe I'll fuck you nice and hard..." John wasn't much for topping. But Randy... Randy made him want to take control and fuck him sensless.

Alex had long left the room, seeing the men needed some alone time.
Randy smirked. "You should. Dominate me, John. Teach me a lesson," he said. He wasnt one to bottom, but seeing John so angry... Randy wanted John to fuck him into oblivion.

John snarled and bit down on Randy's neck, hard. He pushed Randy on his back, pulling off all his cloths before quickly shedding his own. He roughly spreading his legs. He bent down, biting scratchimg the warm skin on Randy's tan, muscled thighs.

Randy moaned, getting harder and harder by the second. As much as he loved biting, he loved being bit more. He loved being bit, scratched, anything that hurt. To him, it was one of the best feelings ever.

John smirked when he saw Randy getting hard. He leaned forward, his hot breath ghosting over Randy's hard member. "You wanna be touched baby? You wanna cum? Want me to suck you off so you can get some relief, hmm?" He whispered, blowing cool air over Randy's shaft.

Randy groaned. "Yes. Shit, yes," he moaned. He knew what John was doing. And he fucking loved it.

John smirked. "Well, too fucking bad." He hisses, digging his nails deeper inRandy's thighs with every word. "You don't cum until I tell you to." He growled, crawling up Randy, his cock in front of Randy's face. John slapped Randy'd face, making his mouth open. The minute his mouth was open, he shoved his cock deep down Randy's throat. John may be small, but he was definitely not small in the souther region. John didn't wait, he just fucked Randy's mouth, making him gag and choke. And he loved it.

Randy moaned around Johns cock, loving the way he was taking control. Loving the way he was gagging him and choking him with his cock that just tasted so fucking good. He let John do what he wanted and went along with it. He was incredibly hard from seeing this side of John and he wanted to touch himself so bad. His hand trailed down, wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking.

John stopped short when he saw Randy touch himself. He pulled away, and snatched Randy's hand before slapping him across the face. "Did I say you could touch yourself? No, I fucking didn't. And if you do it again, you won't cum at all!" He snarled. "You're the fucking bitch now. You listen to me." He hissed in Randy's ear. He spread Randy's legs wide, and shoved himself inside of Randy's tight heat. "Fuck!" He groaned. It felt so good. He'd never topped a man. ANd it felt fucking good, the way Randy's walls suffocated him. He wasted no time and fucking him painfully hard and fast, holding Randy's hands at his sides so he couldn't touch himself. He pounded into Randy, probably harder than Randy's ever pounded into him.

Randy winced when John thrust into him, biting his lip to hold back the cry of pain. He loved this side of John, but he wasnt used to bottoming and he knew John tore him open. He could feel the blood. The pain started to fade as John pounded into him, and he started moaning. He could still feel the pain, especially when Johns angle changed but other than that it was amazing. Not as good as when he topped, but still amazing. He watched Johns face, the way it contorted in pleasure. He loved this man, he keeps realizing, so much it scared him. Looking at John, he didnt need to touch himself. He didnt want to. The love he held for this man shone in his eyes as he gazed at John, moans and groans and pants falling from his lips. He felt his climax approaching but held off, unable to cum until John told him to.

John's let out breathy moans, his thrusts slowing, as he buried his face in Randy's neck, going from hard and rough fucking, to slow, intense love making. "Mm... I love you..." He whispered, kissing Randy's jaw as he slowly thrusted into him, angling his hip to hit his sweet spot. "Damn, I love you so much..." He groaned, he couldn't stop saying it. He loved Randy. He moaned louder, his climax building.

Randy smiled, his long arms wrapping around John as he let out a loud moan when John hit his sweet spot. "I love you, too," he breathed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

John closed his eyes. "Say my name and cum for me..." He groaned as he kept thrusting, angling his hips so he hit Randy's sweet spot with every thrust. He rubbed Randy's thighs, squeezing them as he orgasmed, letting go and filling Randy with his seed.

Randy groaned when he felt John cum in him. That was the final straw. With a loud cry of Johns name, he came long and hard, coating both of their chests,.

John panted, slowly pulling out of Randy, seeing the bleeding. "Baby, fuck, I'm sorry..." He said, still trying to catch his breath. He grabbed some tissues, carefully wiping the blood from his thighs. "Other than the bleeding... Was it good?" He asked hopefully.

Randy smiled, and pullled John in for a kiss. "It was amazing," he panted when he pulled away. "Just, um, next time, lets be a little more careful. Im not as used to bottoming as you are."