"Nervous?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Wanna fuck?"

"Oh god you have no idea," Randy almost jumped on the older man, pushing him back onto the couch.

Dave chuckled to himself as Randy set to work ridding him of the smart suit he'd worn just because he knew the younger man found it sexy as hell. Randy was as easy to read as a children's book, he was wound up to hell with anticipation of his Wrestlemania match, so he needed some relaxation and stress relief. And Dave Batista considered himself the perfect person to provide just that. He'd been there last year, he knew what it was like. And he had fond memories of the numerous oral favours Randy had given him on the lead up to that show.

He was only too happy to return the favour.

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Dave pushed Randy's jeans over his hips, his large hands taking a moment to linger over his ass, rubbing his hands over the cotton of Randy's boxer shorts. The young man groaned in anticipation. Batista had this way of touching him that was just intoxicating.

"What do you want? Hard and fast, or slow and gentle?"

"Hard and fast," Randy groaned, "you can give me slow and gentle while we're celebrating my win."

"Arrogant little fucker," Batista grinned, but obliged the younger man, yanking down Randy's boxers and liberally covering his finger with lube. "You won't admit you just like it like this."

"Of course I… fuck," Randy groaned as the older man pushed a finger inside him, curving it upwards to press at Randy's prostate, "fucking hell Dave, when you do that of course I fucking like it like this."

For a man who prided himself on always being in control, Randy certainly had a habit of coming lose when he was with Batista. The older man quite enjoyed that power he held, and he certainly made the most of it. Although he'd promised Randy a hard and fast fuck, he couldn't resist lingering over this, revelling in the knowledge that he had the young man completely at his mercy, and the feeling of joy that giving this pleasure brought him. Randy was responsive and vocal, his words alone enough to satisfy any lover.

He was also impatient and impetuous, "fuck Dave, if you don't get your cock in me soon I swear to god I'm gonna grab my vibrator and fuck myself."

Dave chuckled, "as much as I would love, and would indeed pay, to see that, I get your point." He reluctantly removed his fingers and grabbed the bottle of lube again, liberally coating his cock with the liquid. "You ready?"

"Yeah," the word was nothing, but it was everything. Randy's voice came across as almost whiny and irritating sometimes, but right at this moment it was the most sensuous thing in the world. There was a need and desire that took Dave's breath away.

Dave nodded, and gently caressed Randy's hips, knowing that the young man found the touch both soothing and arousing. He pulled himself closer and gently pushed his cock into the younger man, taking his time, still stroking Randy's hips with his hands, whispering nonsensical but soothing words as the young man adjusted to his girth.

Randy nodded and grunted his assent once he was comfortable, and Dave took the invitation to give Randy what he had promised, a hard and fast fucking. The older man had missed this while he'd been off injured. The slightest movement had been painful, so he'd not been able to oblige Randy in the ways he'd wished. Nonetheless, the young man was obliging in other ways. He had a talented mouth, in more ways than one.

Dave had become lost in thought, and it took Randy's impatient comments to bring him back to the pleasurable task at hand. He fucked Randy fast and hard, knowing that this was something just to relieve Randy's tension and nerves, and that win or lose, there would be something more than this later on, after the show. With one calloused hand he jerked Randy's cock, wanting to relieve the young man's tension.

"Come on Randy, come for me," Dave groaned as he felt Randy's ass tighten around his cock. He pumped the young man's cock a little harder and tried to hold off his own orgasm until he felt Randy's. It came, and he let himself go.

Randy felt himself come over Dave's hand, and felt the older man flood into him, and he felt himself relax.

He felt like the king of the world. Dave always made him feel like that.

He only hoped that, by the end of Wrestlemania, he would be king of the world. Even if he wasn't, Dave always reassured him that he was the king of his world, and that was all that mattered.