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Ritual Suite - Part 1 (Cross-posting to own journal)
Title: Ritual Suite - Part 1
Author: Red Fiona
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters: Randy Orton and Dave Batista
Prompt:37 - Shaving
Word Count: 722
Rating: I'd say an R verging on NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they themselves and WWE do. No money being made.
Author's Notes: This is the first in a series of 3 linked fics for the challenge, along with the fics for prompt 5 - oil and prompt 1 - rituals. For those who don't watch wrestling, this is Randy Orton and this is Dave Batista
It was boring, annoying and repetitive. That was the thing about shaving, you had to keep redoing it over and over again 'cause, well obviously, your hair kept growing back.
He'd always tried to be careful but it was impossible, almost every time he shaved anywhere that wasn't his face, he'd leave tiny nicks. Not enough to bleed, thankfully, but enough to sting if he put anything, most importantly and painfully sweat, near them.
It didn't happen to his face, which was just as well, it might not have been quite a model's face, but compared to a lot of the guys he was damn good looking. Dave liking his face was the icing on the cake, and eventually Dave had had enough of his complaining and took to shaving Randy himself, saying he'd probably take more care of Randy's skin.
The first time they'd done it, Randy had felt like a fool, standing there, just out of a shower, room still steaming and skin still soft, while Dave had gone round him shaving any hair stupid enough to show up.
Of course now he was used to it, the way that Dave started at his armpits, moved on to his chest and then his legs, carefully avoiding the family jewels because there were places that Randy wasn't going to let anyone with a razor, whether they were being careful or not. He was used the way it felt so damn good to bend into Dave as he lifted up Randy's right arm to shave under there. Only Dave could make being shaved feel so damn good.
His legs were shaved while he was sitting down, earlier attempts at doing it while standing up having nearly resulted in him taking a dive to the floor. He was pretty certain that Dave shaved himself just before he started on Randy, because when he trailed his cheek along Randy's newly shaven thigh Randy's newly sensitive skin could feel the short brush of Dave's shaved face. The sharp sensation went straight to his groin, the way it always did, and Dave knew it, the bastard. Dave teased him by gently passing his cheeks over the inside of Randy's thigh, barely more than a ghost touch but enough to set Randy's whole body tense and tight and wanting.
Normally, after a few tantalising minutes of this, Dave took pity on him and swallowed his dick that was standing erect and hitting Dave as he passed between Randy's thighs. The feeling was nearly as erotic as the the tingle his thighs felt. And just as maddening, because the occasionally touch made him want more. Sometimes he was tempted to do something about it himself, except Dave batted his hands away. Randy was glad that he did. Dave blowjobs were a rarity, except for when they were doing this, and Randy wasn't sure whether to be pleased or disappointed because he was normally useless for anything except lying there muttering sweet or filthy nothings for the next half hour. Because goodness knows that Dave knew what he was doing. He was so hot and deep and thorough. Thorough like you wouldn't believe, none of this haste that a lot of people had, he was slow and languid almost, like he could have done this all day and would have done if they'd had the time. Randy really needed them to make the time one of these days. And he could make Randy stay on edge like that for what seemed like hours so close and yet so far away, until Randy begged and pleaded for Dave just to go that bit further so that Randy would come. Then he did, like a fountain. It was intense.
He'd clean himself and Dave up, and then they'd normally go straight to bed, 'cause tomorrow was Tuesday, and Tuesday's were always long fucking days. Sometimes they didn't, they'd stay up and talk, maybe play around a bit more. This time they didn't. There had been a PPV on the Sunday, and they were still recovering from that really. It hadn't stopped them following their post-show ritual on the Sunday, but today Randy was 'whacked and he had a feeling that Dave was too.
PS: Sorry about the original problem with the pictures.
Author: Red Fiona
Fandom: Wrestling
Characters: Randy Orton and Dave Batista
Prompt:37 - Shaving
Word Count: 722
Rating: I'd say an R verging on NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they themselves and WWE do. No money being made.
Author's Notes: This is the first in a series of 3 linked fics for the challenge, along with the fics for prompt 5 - oil and prompt 1 - rituals. For those who don't watch wrestling, this is Randy Orton and this is Dave Batista
It was boring, annoying and repetitive. That was the thing about shaving, you had to keep redoing it over and over again 'cause, well obviously, your hair kept growing back.
He'd always tried to be careful but it was impossible, almost every time he shaved anywhere that wasn't his face, he'd leave tiny nicks. Not enough to bleed, thankfully, but enough to sting if he put anything, most importantly and painfully sweat, near them.
It didn't happen to his face, which was just as well, it might not have been quite a model's face, but compared to a lot of the guys he was damn good looking. Dave liking his face was the icing on the cake, and eventually Dave had had enough of his complaining and took to shaving Randy himself, saying he'd probably take more care of Randy's skin.
The first time they'd done it, Randy had felt like a fool, standing there, just out of a shower, room still steaming and skin still soft, while Dave had gone round him shaving any hair stupid enough to show up.
Of course now he was used to it, the way that Dave started at his armpits, moved on to his chest and then his legs, carefully avoiding the family jewels because there were places that Randy wasn't going to let anyone with a razor, whether they were being careful or not. He was used the way it felt so damn good to bend into Dave as he lifted up Randy's right arm to shave under there. Only Dave could make being shaved feel so damn good.
His legs were shaved while he was sitting down, earlier attempts at doing it while standing up having nearly resulted in him taking a dive to the floor. He was pretty certain that Dave shaved himself just before he started on Randy, because when he trailed his cheek along Randy's newly shaven thigh Randy's newly sensitive skin could feel the short brush of Dave's shaved face. The sharp sensation went straight to his groin, the way it always did, and Dave knew it, the bastard. Dave teased him by gently passing his cheeks over the inside of Randy's thigh, barely more than a ghost touch but enough to set Randy's whole body tense and tight and wanting.
Normally, after a few tantalising minutes of this, Dave took pity on him and swallowed his dick that was standing erect and hitting Dave as he passed between Randy's thighs. The feeling was nearly as erotic as the the tingle his thighs felt. And just as maddening, because the occasionally touch made him want more. Sometimes he was tempted to do something about it himself, except Dave batted his hands away. Randy was glad that he did. Dave blowjobs were a rarity, except for when they were doing this, and Randy wasn't sure whether to be pleased or disappointed because he was normally useless for anything except lying there muttering sweet or filthy nothings for the next half hour. Because goodness knows that Dave knew what he was doing. He was so hot and deep and thorough. Thorough like you wouldn't believe, none of this haste that a lot of people had, he was slow and languid almost, like he could have done this all day and would have done if they'd had the time. Randy really needed them to make the time one of these days. And he could make Randy stay on edge like that for what seemed like hours so close and yet so far away, until Randy begged and pleaded for Dave just to go that bit further so that Randy would come. Then he did, like a fountain. It was intense.
He'd clean himself and Dave up, and then they'd normally go straight to bed, 'cause tomorrow was Tuesday, and Tuesday's were always long fucking days. Sometimes they didn't, they'd stay up and talk, maybe play around a bit more. This time they didn't. There had been a PPV on the Sunday, and they were still recovering from that really. It hadn't stopped them following their post-show ritual on the Sunday, but today Randy was 'whacked and he had a feeling that Dave was too.
PS: Sorry about the original problem with the pictures.