Randy Orton was not just walking through the hall; hell, he wasn't even strutting. At this moment he was so damn happy he was practically skipping through the hotel lobby. He attracted one or two stares, but nobody was hot enough to hold his attention. Tonight, tonight was special and he deserved someone absolutely smoking to celebrate with.

The person who caught his eye wasn't smoking, but he was hunched over a half empty glass of beer with his pretty hair spilling over his shoulders. Randy stopped in mid step, considered his options, then shrugged and changed direction, sliding into the seat across from the other man. Nice, a booth, those were very quiet. He grinned winningly. "C'mon man, cheer up."

Only Johnny Nitro's eyes moved as he gazed at Orton. "Do you," he began, his voice slurring only a little, but steadying once he took the time to think about his words, "have any idea the kind of night I've had?"

Randy rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but the waiter interrupted, not even asking before filling Johnny's drink again before turning and arching an eyebrow. What the hell? Randy mused, he could use a drink to celebrate. "Get me your best damn champagne, I'm in the mood to celebrate." The waiter merely rolled his eyes and departed. Randy watched Nitro shift the glass around in his hand for a few moments before finally taking a sip. Damn; the guy had obviously been drinking a lot and he still hadn't so much as cracked a smile, even when he was sitting next to the Legend Killer himself. Orton shook his head; this would not work at all. "Come on, man, lighten up. It wasn't that bad."

"I never knew you were such a f*cking optimist," Johnny muttered.

"What?" Randy said, cocking his head in confusion.

"Let's see," Nitro lifted his head for the first time and began ticking a list off his fingers as he went. "I watched my girlfriend f*ck another guy on television, lost my titles and dumped said girlfriend in the course of an hour." He arched an elegant eyebrow and for a second Randy was too preoccupied wondering if he got them waxed or not to answer.

The moment passed and Randy nodded, conceding the point. "Well okay, yeah, that's really shitty, considering the f*cking awesome night I've had." He even smiled when the waiter handed them their drinks.

Taking a sip from his glass, Randy couldn't help but make a face. No wonder Nitro was still depressed; he could only imagine what the crap they were serving him tasted like. It was cheap champagne and probably cheaper beer, but he wasn't in the mindset to make a fuss right now. No, he mused as his gaze skimmed up and down Nitro's lean form as far as he could; he was in the mood for something else entirely. But first he had to snap the other man out of this damn funk he was in. Randy Orton was a lot of things, and he would become many more, but one thing he would never be was someone's depression f*ck. Well, okay, maybe that one time… He shook his head and leaned forward, practically into Nitro's drink. "Well if it makes you feel any better," Randy began, taking a long swig off his drink and Johnny swore he could see the flush rising up in his cheeks already. "Batista isn't that great a lay."

Nitro rolled his eyes, shoving his hair back over one shoulder. "Ugh, great; you're that 'sleep with everything that moves' type."

Randy smiled gamely and shook his head, as if in regret. "And you're one of those types that'll only sleep with chicks. Well that'll change." He reached into his wallet and tossed a hundred dollar bill on the table. Then he changed his mind, retracted the hundred and put down a twenty. "We're gonna get you educated." He grabbed Nitro's hand and dragged the bemused man to his feet, not letting go of his wrist even as they were waiting for the elevator.

"And just what," Nitro gasped belatedly, though he made no move to pull away, "Makes you think I'm going to go along with any of this?"

A hint of Randy's killer smile teased at his lips, "Because you're too drunk to say no."

"I bet you say that to all the boys."

"So why are we doing this in my room?" Johnny wondered out loud, as he flicked on the lights.

"Because my dad said he'd disown me if he walked in on me again," Randy shrugged blithely. He pointed at the beds and Nitro indicated that he was using the one closest to the wall.

"How're we gonna do this?" Johnny asked. He grunted as he was suddenly shoved up against a wall. It was damn rare for him to be out of control in this situation.

"Why don't we just see where the mood takes us?" Randy drawled, taking a step closer, pressing their bodies together as he slanted his mouth over Nitro's.

Johnny gasped at the kiss; it wasn't at all like kissing a chick. It was more like a battle for control that neither of them was giving up on. He could smell Randy's cologne, feel the solidity of his body. He still wasn't sure if he liked it yet, but he damn sure didn't hate it. He found himself kissing back vigorously, cupping the back of Randy's neck when he would have pulled away and he felt Orton smile against his lips. He moved to flick off the lights, grunting in surprise when he felt fingers curl around his wrist.

Randy finally broke the kiss. His eyes were dark and smoky and his face flush in a way that had nothing to do with champagne and everything to do with sex. "Leave them on," he purred, still a little breathless from the kiss. "I want to see you."

Well there was no way he could argue with that logic. Johnny surprised himself by leaning forward, initiating the kiss this time. The surprise continued when he found himself practically shoving Randy towards the bed, fingers clumsily undoing both their shirts as he went.

Once he felt the back of his knees bump against the bed, Randy sat down, hurriedly yanking Nitro down into his lap, ignoring the younger man's grunt of surprise. He flicked Nitro's hair back over his shoulder - damn he loved long hair - and nipped at his earlobe, pleasantly surprised at the soft gasp that provoked. He changed directions and nipped at Nitro's shoulder, then drew a path with his tongue up to the previous bite mark. Johnny shuddered against him pleasantly. Randy pulled away, placing a hand on Nitro's chest, his middle finger resting on the hollow of his collarbone. His expression tightened, as though he were performing the most complicated of tasks, as he slid his hand slowly down Johnny's body, his eyes following the path intently. He slid lower and lower, until his fingers curled around the bulge in Nitro's pants, liking the way the other man groaned and rubbed against him. He smirked, "Oh, you are so into this."

Nitro shifted his hips like an exotic dancer, grinding himself against Randy's hand. "If I wasn't, I'd be kicking your ass right now."

Deciding to ignore all of the things wrong with that sentence, Randy leaned forward and kissed him again, trapping his hand between their hips. He found himself doing a little grind of his own before he pulled his hand away. Breaking the kiss, he couldn't help but smirk at how swollen Nitro's lips were, although Orton had no doubt that his own were in the same condition. "Nice," he purred and he could have sworn that Johnny's blush deepened a bit. He wondered just what else he could do to get him going.

Nitro gasped as Randy's lips suddenly closed over his nipple. He arched against the other man, moving to grasp at his hair and grunting when he realized there was nothing to reach for, "Mmm f*ck," he gasped, settling his hands on Randy's shoulders instead. "Like that…"

Randy lifted his head, his swollen lips curving into a smirk. "You're a talker, huh? Awesome." He dove back into his task with relish, biting down gently and he nearly purred when Nitro arched again, trying once more to grab at his hair.

Pulling Johnny along with him, Randy scooted back so that he was on the middle of the bed, then lay down. He was pleased when Nitro followed, not allowing any separation between their skin. Randy's hands slid down Johnny's body again, expertly undoing his pants and slowly peeling them down off his hips and thighs until Nitro could shimmy out of them on his own. He grunted in surprise as Nitro returned the favour, though Randy had an easier time sliding out of his pants; he liked looking at those skin tight numbers, but wearing them while going commando was out of the question. That usually wound up drawing a little too much attention.

Both man groaned as Nitro shifted against him and their cocks rubbed together. "Fast learner. Awesome." Randy grabbed Johnny's hair again, chuckling at the near whimper that slipped past the other man's lips. He bit down gently on Nitro's neck.

"Feels so damn good. F*ck, Randy…"

Hot damn, he loved a talker. Randy smirked a little. "Not yet. We've got so much to do still." He rolled them so that he was on top, chuckling idly at Johnny's surprised gasp. "Trust me."

It wasn't a question, but Nitro nodded anyway, wide eyed, and Randy was a little surprised at how touched he was. He smiled down at him and Nitro smiled back and the moment grew just a little too intense for his liking. Randy quickly dipped his head, nipping at Nitro's collarbone. His hands roamed over Johnny's body hungrily and he was pleased. Sure the muscle bound guys were nice and Nitro wasn't exactly sloppy, but he was lean; this was probably what it'd be like to f*ck a dancer or something. He was having a wonderful time exploring with his hands, scratching whenever a spot made the other man gasp. Responsive and a talker: jackpot.

"Randy, please."

Damn; he always loved it when they begged. Randy lifted his head, feeling Nitro's erection prodding insistently against his stomach. "All right. Lube?" Without waiting for an answer, Randy pulled away, snagging the strap of a bag and drawing it towards himself. He lay on his side and opened it, rifling through.

"That's Joey's bag," Nitro drawled distractedly, gazing at Randy's body. He'd never been this close to another guy's erect cock before. Funny, he'd never thought of the concept as appealing before. Now, however….

Randy opened his mouth to reply, then grunted as Nitro's fingers slid up and down his dick. It wasn't a hand job though, he was just touching. It took him a couple of seconds to try and remember how to talk again, but he grunted in triumph. "I know it's his." He held up a tube of KY. "But I figured you wouldn't have any of this."

Nitro blushed a little and nodded. "How do you want to do this?" He seemed to have a tough time getting the words out.

For the first time in a long while… maybe ever, Randy hesitated, cocking his head. "You sure about this, man?"

"I'm sure that if you stop now, I'll kick your ass." Johnny said, his grip tightening around Orton's cock, not hard enough to hurt, definitely hard enough to get his point across.

Smirking, Randy nodded and gestured for Nitro to sit with his back against he headboard. By the time he'd pulled up the bottle, Johnny was in the requested position, legs spread, head titled back and eyes closed. Randy nodded his approval. This was very nice indeed. He popped the cap on the lube, pouring a hefty amount into his hands. Once that was done, he warmed it up, then knelt between Johnny's legs, curling his fingers around the other man's cock, chuckling at Nitro's surprised yelp.

"Relax," Randy purred, settling in to bite at Johnny's throat again. "It's good."

"Yes it is," Johnny breathed, rocking up against him. "It so f*cking is."

Randy chuckled softly, then shifted hands and grunted a little. Damn, but it had been a long time since he'd had to do this for himself. He shifted and squirmed a little, till he got the right leverage and finally pushed two fingers into himself.

Nitro was curious about Randy's soft gasping and grunting, but for the life of him, he didn't want to open his eyes yet. This wasn't the first hand job he'd ever gotten, but there was something different about it and for the life of him, he couldn't put his finger on what. Maybe it was the fact that Orton damn sure seemed to know what he was doing.

His thoughts were interrupted when the slick hand abruptly lifted. He opened his eyes slowly, seeing Randy almost kneeling over him, perched and expectant.

"Thought you'd fallen asleep on me," Randy muttered.

"Not likely," Johnny said. Any further conversation was cut off when Randy shifted a little and pressed his ass against the head of Johnny's cock.

"I… you…"

"Don't talk," Randy growled, managing to lean forward and push down at the same time. Randy kept a firm hold of Nitro's hair, not letting him break the kiss until he was fully seated, his hips settled snugly against Johnny's.

"F*ck you're tight," Nitro finally gasped, arching his hips slightly. He was already sweating a little and could see a gleam on Randy's skin as well.

"Course I am," Randy returned. "Ass always is."

"As opposed to anywhere else on your body I could stick my dick."

Randy licked his lips, slowly.

Nitro rolled his eyes. "Aside from the obvious."

"You know, I was happy that you were a talker. Don't make me change my mind."

Normally, Randy would have been fed up with this much talking. Hell, by this point, he'd have been giving his quads the work out of a lifetime; but for the moment he was content to let Johnny's hands explore him. It gave him a thrill to know that he was the first guy Johnny had ever touched like this. And judging by the way Nitro's mouth moved on his neck, he'd be fantastic at giving head. All he'd need was a little coaching and Randy would not mind teaching him a few tricks.

Not right now, though.

Johnny let out a choked moan as Randy pulled away, sliding up, then all the way back down. "Oh f*ck," he gasped, clutching at Randy's hips, his short nails digging into the taut skin. He found his own hips rising as well, as if chasing after the almost unbearable tightness that was Randy. "F*ck yes, so damn good."

"I know," Randy purred, keeping one hand firmly entrenched in Johnny's hair, liking the way the other man gasped whenever he pulled on it. He jerked Johnny's head back, digging his teeth into Nitro's throat, making damn sure that there would be marks left behind. He pulled back, swiveling his hips a little and grunting as the head of Nitro's cock bumped against his spot. He maintained that angle, gasping in surprise when Nitro raked his nails down his back. "Mmm yeah." Randy groaned, his lashes fluttering a little at the tease of pain.

Randy was surprised out of his pleasant little haze when Nitro's fingers curled around his cock. He opened his eyes, surprised by the determination and intensity in Johnny's eyes. He returned the look with one of his own, starting to pant lightly as he increased the pace, feeling the muscles in his thighs contract and relax with every eager bounce. Nitro's hand matched Randy's pace as though they'd been doing this for years and Randy was not about to start complaining.

He shifted his hips again and this time the jab against his prostate was enough to send him over the edge, moaning as his cock spurted in Nitro's hand. Through the haze of his own pleasure, he heard Johnny give a soft cry before he felt the familiar sensation of being filled up. Nitro's forehead came to rest on his shoulder and Randy was pleased to notice that he wasn't the only one breathing hard.

Hot damn. Responsive, a talker and a screamer. "Jackpot."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Johnny shrugged to himself and lay down on his side, grunting in surprise when Randy lay down next to him, a hand resting almost possessively on his hip. Nitro really wanted to take a shower, but he wasn't sure he could actually manage to move that much. What the hell? The bathroom would still be there tomorrow. Nitro gave a mental shrug and settled against the mattress. Changing the sheets would have been nice too, but that was damn sure out of the question too. Sex with a guy was messy, sweaty and noisy, Nitro mused as he settled against Randy's dozing body.

He could get used to this.

When Johnny opened his eyes the next morning, he was surprised by the fact that Randy was still in bed with him, an arm draped around his waist possessively.

He was further surprised to see Joey standing in the doorway with an amused smirk on his face.

Johnny's eyes widened and he blushed, starting to cover himself up.

"Oh relax," Joey muttered as he started untying his shoes. "Not like you haven't got anything I haven't seen before. Have a good time?"

Nitro's blush deepened and he couldn't quite bring himself to nod, but Joey chuckled anyway. "Not surprised, you picked a good person to hop into bed with, if rumors are anything to go by." Joey slipped off his jacket, draping it negligently over the side of the couch. He frowned a little, gesturing to the bottle on the night stand. "Hey, isn't that mine?"

"Uh huh," Randy muttered from behind Johnny, poking his head up a little.

"Didn't mean to wake you," Nitro said. "Go back to sleep." He grunted in surprise as Orton's hand closed over his dick and he was thankful for the sheets. "Nah," he purred, scraping his teeth down the back of Johnny's ear. "I'm up."

Johnny squirmed a little; he wasn't sure if he was trying to get away, or get more of that touch. "Dude, I…. he… my part-- Joey..."

"I can see him," Randy drawled. His voice had been thick with sleep seconds ago; now it was husky for an entirely different reason. "We were talking earlier."

For some reason, Randy's words made Johnny flush a little and he closed his eyes. He had no regrets about last night, but he wasn't exactly ready to get seduced in front of his tag team partner just yet either. He tried to scoot away, but Randy stubbornly twined their legs together.

"You know," Joey drawled, his tone almost breezy. "I figured you needed some time to yourself after last night. If I had known that this was what you needed…" If Johnny hadn't been so damn distracted, he would have heard the sound of rustling clothes.

Seconds later, Johnny's eyes flew open as he suddenly found himself sandwiched between two very naked, and very aroused, bodies.

"I'd have hooked you up ages ago," Joey finished, biting at the nape of Nitro's neck.

"Well hell," Randy drawled, sliding his hand up Nitro's thigh. "That's what partners are for."

THE END