My Kinda Party

"Oh he tasted so good.. so sweet and rich." John purred.

Carter bucked in John's hand, "Oh god...I bet..."

"You close cowboy?" John breathed in his ear as he stroked him faster.

"So fuckin close," Carter grunted.

John smirked. "That's what I said... what they all moaned when I sucked them off."

Carter felt himself rush over the brink.

John smiled when Carter came in his hand. "That's my cowboy..."

Carter breathed heavily.

John chuckled and licked Carter's release off his hand. "You taste amazing..."

"Yeh taste ten times better."

John chuckled. "I'm sure. Now let's get up and go eat breakfast." He said, getting up and stretching before washing his hands.

Carter shook his head, "I...I don't want to..."

John pouted. "Why not?" He asked. "Don't leave me alone in there with Shawn." He chuckled.

Carter got off the bed, "Fine...fine..."

John smiled and grabbed Carter's hand, pulling him into the kitchen. He sat down at the table, looking at Shawn. "Okay, feed me." He demanded.

"Feed you? You really need that?" Shawn laughed.

"No, not like that! Just gimme my food!" John whined.

Shawn smiled, putting a plate in front of John and one in front of Carter.

John smiled. "Yay food!" He squealed and dug into the food.

Carter ate and then looked at his watch, "When's my meeting with Vince?"

"An hour and a half. Chilax, ya got time." John chuckled.

Carter nodded, "Anything I should know before walking into this meeting?"

John pursed his lips. "Don't be nervous, no matter how scary Vince seems." He said. "And if things get tense, let me do the talking. I'm a notorious ice breaker."

"But he' Vince McMahon! he makes or breaks my career."

"Exactly... no pressure. But really. Relax. Be relaxed. Define relax. I'll be there, don't worry." John assure.