Life As He Knew It (Open)

"You okay, baby?" Randy asked, taking off the condom and throwing it away.

John just whimpered, putting his hands over his face, tears falling down his cheeks. He hurt... bad. He took deep, shaky breaths, staying completely still as he tried willing the pain away. "H... Hurts." He whispered painfully.

"Im taking you to the hospital," Randy said, getting dressed. When he was finished, he dressed John carefully and picked him up, heading out to his car and setting John in the passenger seat before getting in the driver seat and driving - well, speeding - to the hospital.

John whimpered and cried the way to the hospital. He'd never had this problem before. Usually when Randy went too rough, he stayed silent and tried sleeping it off. What Randy didn't know is that he felt like this a lot a after they had hardcore sex. But this time he just couldnt hold it in. What Randy felt after bottoming to John, was what John went through every time Randy rough fucked him.

Randy arrived at the hospital, pulling John out and carrying him in. He told them he needed help right away and they set him on a wheelchair, wheeling him away. Randy tried to follow but they stopped him. He sighed and sat in the waiting room, his head buried in his hands.

They gave John morphine to ease the pain and stopped the bleeding. After they cleaned John, the Doctor told him that he needed to cut down on the sex, particularly rough sex. John nodded and asked for his fiamce. The Doctor nodded and went to go get Randy. "Mr. Orton, you may see John now."

Randy smiled and thanked him, going in to see John. He sat next to him and took his hand. "Hey, baby. How you feelin'?" he asked.

John groaned quietly. "My ass hurts, but I'll be fine. The doctor said to cut down on the rough sex, though, which is pretty much the only sex we have..." He muttered, playing with a strand of his own hair.

"Well, I guess we're gonna have to have other kinds of sex, huh? Because we're not doing that again. Not if it hurts you like that," Randy replied seriously.

John shrugged. "It doesn't always get that bad. Usually I just keep quiet and sleep it off. But after so many times, it started to catch up with me..." He sighed. "Ya know, we always fuck. You never make love to me." He said, looking down, blushing a little. He always felt a little embarrassed asking Randy to go slow, because Randy always wanted it rough. And he always aimed to please Randy, and never himself when it came to sex.

"Because you always ask for it rough. And I just wanna please you. Sure, sometime I want it rough, too. But sometimes, I want to make love to you," Randy replied, cupping Johns cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

John pouted. "But.. But I always ask for it rough because that's what I thought you wanted!" He whined before groaned. "Dammit, next time just... just do whatever you want, so don't tear up my pretty lil ass." He chuckled. "Next Monday we're scheduled for a match as the beginning of our feud. And I don't need my ass to be hurting then. Damn, my ass goes through so much abuse..." He said.

Randy chuckled. "Okay, baby," he said, before biting his lip. "Would... Would you get mad at me if I punted you in the head?" he asked quietly.

John frowned. "I... I didn't think you would, but no. I wouldn't get mad. I could never be mad at you. Wow... I never thought I would be giving my fiance permission to punt me in the head..." He hummed thoughtfully, chuckling a little. Sure, that would hurt more emotionally than physically, but he could deal with it... he hoped. He could never be mad at Randy.

"Im just asking. I dont plan on doing it. Its just that in the ring, I dont have as much control, especially when Im fighting for the title," Randy replied. He hoped he didnt punt John in the head, but he wasnt sure.

John sighed. "Well, its not a Championship match. So relax, Viper. You have to earn the no. 1 contendership. I think your going against Cena for the spot, I dunno..."

"Just for future refrence. And of course Im going against Cena. Because the world hasnt seen enough of John Cena v. Randy Orton," Randy said, adding sarcasm to the last sentence, rolling his eyes slightly.

John laughs at that. "Yeah, guess not. But when you throw me in the mix, it gets interesting. Otherwise its the same thing... over and over again. Randy Orton... John Cena, fighting for a shot at the title. Same show, and its a good show... but its better now that the Shaman of Sexy is in the mix. People are just sick of you two... trust me." He said with an eye roll.

Randy snorted. "Babe, Im at the top of my career right now. No one is sick of me. Not yet," he replied. "And whatever I do to you is not personal. Its strictly professional."

John raised a brow, but nodded. "Mhm. But control or not, you better not forget just who your in the ring with." He warned. "I don't care if you get out of control. You go too far..." He trailed off. I will be very, very hurt. And not just physically... John finished mentally.

Randy bit his lip. This was the only complication. He wasnt sure how hard control would be. He wasnt even sure he could keep it. He didnt want to hurt John. "John..." he sighed. "I love you to death. But I love that title, too. And I only have so many shot and reigns left. I just dont know whats going to happen."

John sighed. "Randy, baby, I want you to really think about that title. What's so special about it to you? You're already a top superstar. You already a main-eventer, and have at least, a main eventing match every week on RAW. You have appearances and interviews and get the spotlight just as much as a world champion would. So tell me, what the hell changes if you win a piece of fake gold that you can wrap around your waist?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Its not the belt itself. Its being put down in the history books for future wrestlers to look at. Adam just retired and he was happy that he was retiring as the World Heavyweight Champion. Its not the matches, the recognition. Its about the legacy. Its about the power. The wrestling world centers around titles and to win one is an honor," Randy said, attempting to explain his love for the belt. He sighed. "I dont know how to explain it, truly."

"No... I get it. Well then I guess you can understand how I feel about this belt, then. You understand I'll do almost anything to keep it." John said softly, emphasizing almost. He sighed. "They said I could leave, so let's get out of here, yeah?" He said, carefully getting off the hospital bed.

"And Ill do anything to win it," Randy replied before helping John out to the car, sitting him in the passenger seat and getting himself in the drivers seat before driving to the hotel.