Your Arms Feel Like Home

John nodded, staring at Randy's body s he rambled. "Uh huh..." He slurred a little, wanting to jump Randy and ride him right then and there. THose urges were returning, but he had to keep himself under control.

"Do you want to see some of the matches? I have them recorded. Not to toot my own horn..." Randy said as he got up and walked over to his entertainment center, bending over to find the disc with some of his matches. "... but I was pretty damn good."

John practically purred as he eyes Randy's ass. "I'd like to push your horn...>" He almost moaned quietly. Randy was a fucking tease. And John didn't know if he could take it. Randy was... Damn, what an ass! John thought.

Randy looked back at him. "What?" he asked, making a confused face as he stood up, taking the disc from its case.

John growled and got up, pinning Randy against a wall. "Let's go into t he bedroom, huh baby? Let me show you a good time..." He purred in his ear, the need in his lower region taking over his mind like it always did.

Randy blinked. "No," he said simply, pushing John away and walking over to his DVD player, putting the disc in and closing it.

John frowned at Randy. "W-WHat? Why?!" He asked. He was fucking horny, so bad it hurt.

"Because first off, I know almost nothing about you. Second, you barely know me. Third, we just met," Randy said, getting the remote and sitting on the couch.

John nodded shakily. "R-Right..." He said, sitting down, not knowing how to feel. He just... wanted sex. From Randy. Of course he'd pick the 'wait-for-sex' kinda guy.

"Sorry, but if you want sex, ya gotta get is elsewhere," Randy said as he pressed play and one of his fights came on. It was one of his first, when he was good but not great.

John nodded. But he didn't leave. He sighed and sat next to Randy, watching the fight. His leg bounced anxiously, but he tried relax. He had to.

Randy was completely engrossed in his match. He was watching what he could have done differently, things he should keep doing, etc, etc. He didn't really notice John's discomfort.

John looked at the fight, but wasn't focusing. Fighting wasn't his thing. Sex and dancing was his thing. He usually solved his problems with sex or money. Not his fists.

Randy wasn't even fazed when the disc switched to another fight. He just kept focusing intently, watching what he needed to improve and what he need to not spend so much time on.

John sighed. He didn't like being ignored. He like attention. Whether sexual or just just in general. "Where's your bathroom?" He asked flatly.

"Through that doorway, third door on the right," Randy said, still engrossed in his fighting.

John went into the bathroom, closing the door and pulling out his cell. He called his best friend and fellow dance partner, ted Dibiase Jr. "The guy is adorable and sexy, but he's ignoring me!" He whispered into the phone to his friend, and so started their usual convo about John and his lovers, John hoping Randy was still engrossed in his fight so he could talk.

Randy finished watching his fights and looked around, wondering where John went. He didn't mean to be so dismissive but when he watched his fights, he got really into it. "John?" he called, getting up and walking down the hallway, hoping to find him. He quieted when he heard talking from the bathroom and put his ear up to the door.

"I mean, he's amazing. But he cared about watching his fights more than paying attention to me." JOhn whispered, not knowing Randy was listening. "Yeah, I know... build a relation ship, but Teddy! He denied me sex. I'm a sex addict, I want sex. And I want it from him..." He ranted to his best fried.

"Obviously you want sex, John. But you aren't going to get it from everyone. And has he not been paying attention to you the whole night? Because if so, then I can see why you're upset. If not, then I don't see why," Ted said.

Randy raised an eyebrow as he listened. He honestly hadn't meant to ignore John.

"I had a bout five minutes of his attention before he started watching his fights. I don't even fight, Ted. I can't even kill spiders! I have to take them out on my balcony. And as for sex.... Dammit... I like him but he's.... he's... untouchable!" John whined quietly.

"John, you just met the guy. You barely know him. Give him a chance. Okay? Now go back out there and talk to him," Ted said before he paused and covered the phone, whispering something to his company before talking again. "Just have fun, okay? No sex. I mean it."

Randy sighed and ran a hand over his face before walking back into the living room and sitting down.

John sighed. "Fine. I promise, no sex." He huffed and hung up. He walked out of the bathroom and back to the living room. "Sorry about that. Just had to make a call." He said, sitting down next to Randy.

"Not a problem. Would you like to see some of my art?" Randy asked, standing up.

John smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'd love that." He said, standing and following Randy.