“Eli, come on! The girls are gonna be here any minute!” Randy calls out to his fiance. “Wait a damn minute! I can't find my sunglasses” Knight yells back to him. “Have you tried looking on top of your head?” Randy asks him curiously. It stays silent for a couple minutes before he hears his fiance sigh. “Thanks for telling me” Knight says as he comes out of the bathroom. He's currently wearing a brown checkered two piece playsuit with white trim around both pieces. “Woah” Randy says, causing Knight to smirk. “Like what ya see?” He asks his fiance.

“You're really trying not to go aren't you?” The older man asks as he pulls Knight in by his waist. “I can always reschedule” his fiance says with a smile. Knight leans in for a kiss when he's stopped by Randy. “Nice try, Ellie but I'm not getting in trouble because you didn't wanna go get fitted for a wedding dress” he says, causing Knight to whine. “I don't even know why I gotta get fitted! It gets annoying after a while” he says with a pout.

“I know it is hon but look at the bright side! You get to go to the mall and shop like Barbie” Randy points out to him. “Barbie wishes she were me” Knight says with a laugh. They both hear a car horn outside, signaling that people are here. “Damn, they're here already? That was fast” Randy says, clearly surprised. “Are ya sure ya can handle watching Clover and the others while I'm gone?” Knight asks him curiously. “I promise, now go have fun before I throw you out the damn door!” Randy says, causing his fiance to laugh.

“Alright, fine! I love you” the younger man tells him affectionately. “Love you too, Eli” Randy says as he kisses his fiance deeply. After they break apart, Knight puts on his wedged sandals, grabs his purse and heads outside. “Hey, Uncle Eli!” His niece, Chelsea says with a wave from inside the car. In the vehicle with her is his other niece, Maxxine, his nephew Elton with his husband Kit and Cody who is Randy's son and Knight's stepson. “Are you coming or what?” Chelsea asks, causing Knight to playfully roll his eyes.

“Yeah, I'm coming!” he says as he makes it to the car and gets in the passenger side. He instantly gets pulled into a hug by Chelsea. “I missed you so much” she says to him truthfully. “Ya literally saw me on Friday, sweetie” Knight says as they break apart. “Yeah, but that literally felt like a long time ago” his niece says as she starts driving. “Plus today is officially an important day!” Maxxine adds in happily. “We're just going to the mall, nothing major” Knight says with a laugh.

“It's really major! You're getting married soon and you gotta steal the show!” Elton says with excitement in his tone. “Luckily you have the best team on the roster to help you!” Kit says as he and Elton strike a pose. “Really? Then why is Cody here?” Knight asks a bit teasingly. “Wow, thanks dad” Cody says as he looks out the window. “Ya know I'm only kidding, son” Knight says as he looks at his stepson through the mirror. “Whatever” the blonde man says under his breath. “Would getting ya something from the food court make ya forgive me?” Knight asks him curiously.

“Maybe…” his stepson says with a smirk. Knight just shakes his head with a smile on his face. “Ya got that evil smile from ya dad” he says as he looks out the window. The ride to the mall didn't take that long thankfully because Knight doesn't know if he could handle listening to Kit and Elton's heavy metal playlist any longer. “I might need to bring my ear buds next time” he says as Chelsea parks the car. “Just be lucky it was just that playlist” Elton says as everyone gets out of the vehicle and starts walking. “It could've been our bedroom playlist” Kit says with a smirk.

“Eww!” Chelsea yells out loud. “Too much information guys!” Maxxine says to them both. “You guys are so disgusting” Cody says with a shake of his head. “Alright, you two are being separated for a little bit because I ain't getting banned cause ya were having sex in here” Knight tells them seriously. Both men sigh as Elton goes to Chelsea while Kit goes to Maxxine. “Don't ya just love the buddy system?” Knight asks with a cheeky grin as he walks beside Cody. “Just like when you used to take the three of us to elementary school” his son tells him with a smile.

The group finally makes it inside where it's bustling with people. “Oh my god, they have some new shower gels at Bath and Bodyworks!” Chelsea says with excitement. “Ooh really?” Maxxine, Elton and Kit say in unison as they look where Chelsea's looking. “Guys focus!” Cody tells the four of them seriously. “We can go on a shopping spree after I get fitted for my dress” Knight explains to them all. “You know what dad, that sounds like a good idea!” Cody says with a smile. “Ass kisser” Chelsea says under her breath, Cody sticking his tongue out at her in response.

They all make it through the crowds of people and go inside the wedding boutique. “So uncle Eli, did you already pick a dress or do we have to find one on top of you getting measured?” Maxxine asks him curiously. “I already picked out a dress a while ago but I've just been slacking on getting fitted” Knight admits truthfully. “What's wrong with getting your body measured?” Elton asks him in a confused tone. “Yeah, it just gives you the opportunity to show off how sexy you are!” Kit says with a confident smile. “I just don't like when they comment on my body like I'm a zoo animal” Knight admits to them all.

“Dad, remember when I was getting ready for my wedding?” Cody asks, Knight nodding in response. “Do you also remember what happened when we went to pick up my tux?” His stepson asks him as well. “Yeah, ya threw up all over yourself and cried” Knight answers with a small laugh. “Exactly but I didn't do it because I was nervous about being fitted, it happened because I was nervous about getting married” Cody explains to him. “What are ya trying to tell me, Cody?” The older man asks him seriously.

“I'm trying to say that you should worry more about your wedding than worry about someone measuring your body for five minutes” his stepson explains to him, which makes sense to Knight. “Yeah, I guess ya right” the megastar says with a sigh. “I'll be right back! No chaos” he says to the rest of them. “No promises” the group says in unison as Knight goes into the fitting room. “I can't believe you talking about puking all over yourself convinced him to go to the back” Chelsea says, clearly surprised.

“I've known that man my entire life so I know what words to say to him” Cody explains to his cousin. “You care about him a lot don't you?” Maxxine asks him quietly. “Well yeah, he's been with my father ever since I was born and when they get married then he'll legally be my dad” Cody explains with a soft smile. “Aww!” The others say in unison. They all stay quiet until Elton speaks up. “So… are we still planning to make Judgement Day's life an utter hell?” he asks with Kit nodding as well.

“Oh definitely! They hurt someone that means a lot to my dad so if they wanna fuck with someone we love then we're gonna give them hell” Cody says with a bright smile. “YEAH!” Everyone yells out in unison. “Alright I'm coming out!” Knight yells out from the back room. The group looks over and are in awe when Knight comes out. He was wearing a white corset sheer skirt wedding dress with white heels that have a flower in the center. The group was left speechless which made the older man feel a bit nervous. “How do I look?” He asks them quietly.

“You look amazing!” Chelsea says as she bounces in place. “Absolutely beautiful!” Maxxine says with a smile. “You look ready to steal the show!” Kit and Elton say as they once again strike a pose. “Father is gonna be amazed when he sees you in it” Cody tells him truthfully. “Thank you…” Knight says quietly as he gives himself a minute. “Alright, lemme go put my regular clothes back on and we can start shopping! YEAH!” He says as he goes back into the fitting room. It doesn't take long for him to come back out and for the group to go on with their day.

“Which store should we go to first?” Knight asks everyone curiously. “How about Victoria's Secret?” Chelsea asks her uncle. “Oh yes! We have to get you something for the honeymoon!” Maxxine says with excitement in her tone. “Are ya sure that's a good idea? I'm not in the mood to try anything else on” Knight says a bit worryingly. “Oh you don't need to worry about that!” Chelsea says with a laugh. “Most of them are one size fits all anyway!” Maxxine explains with a bright smile. “I guess that's ok…” Knight says under his breath.

“Great! Ok, you three can go do that while me, Kit and Elton go buy some other stuff” Cody says with the other two nodding in agreement. “Yes, yes, yes! Come on uncle Eli!” Chelsea says as she and Maxxine drag Knight away to the nearby store. After going through multiple types of lingerie and some goofing off later, Knight finally settled on buying a red silk teddy with matching panty combo. “That was so much fun!” Chelsea says as she starts to skip. “Yeah, it was” Knight says with a small laugh. “Told ya it wouldn't be so bad!” Maxxine says a bit teasingly, causing her uncle to playfully roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, no need to rub it in” he says as they meet up with the others. Knight notices that Cody is now carrying a large bag. “What do ya have in there?” He asks his stepson curiously. “I'll tell you when we go to the food court” Cody says with a Cheshire grin. Knight looks past the blonde man and sees his other nieces and nephews pouting at him. “The rest of ya can go to Bath and Bodyworks while me and Cody go get food” he says, the others beaming in response. “Thank you!” They all say in unison as they run off to the store. “Thank god I'm not that girly” Cody says with a laugh.

He looks over to see his step-dad staring at him. “What? I'm not!” The young man says as they both start walking to the food court. “Alright, let's pretend that ya didn't steal my lip gloss when you were younger” Knight says teasingly, causing Cody to blush from embarrassment. They make it to the food court where they get some mini pretzel nuggets. “I fucking love pretzels!” Cody says with a mouthful of food. “I remember ya loved them so much I had to pack them in your lunchbox everyday for school” Knight says, causing the young man to laugh.

They both continue to eat when Cody speaks up. “You weren't really nervous about getting fitted were you?” He asks, causing Knight to sigh. “How did ya know?” He asks as he looks up at Cody. “Cause anytime you get fitted for new gear you always ask them to compliment your body” his stepson explains as he takes a sip from his drink. “Fine… I'm really nervous because what if this is the wrong time to get married?” Knight asks him worryingly. “Why would it be the wrong time?” Cody asks him with a confused tone.

“Cause everything going on with Jordan and Judgement Day like how am I supposed to think about anything else?” Knight explains with a hint of sadness in his tone. “Dad, imagine you told JD that instead of me… how do you think he'll feel knowing you're worrying yourself to death over him?” Cody asks him seriously. “He'd feel so bad and think it's his fault” Knight answers truthfully. “Exactly and do you really want him to feel that way?” His stepson asks him again. “Ya know I don't” the megastar tells him seriously.

“Then stop worrying about that and just focus on getting revenge and planning for the best day of your life!” Cody says, causing Knight to smile. “I don't deserve ya as a son, Cody” the older man tells him truthfully. “Yeah you do! Now here” Cody says as he hands Knight the bag. “What's in it?” He asks the younger man curiously.

Knight was disappointed to say the least. He once again lost his US belt due to Solo's interference. Knight isn't mad at his husband, he just has to have a talk with him about what kind of friends he should have. It's kinda embarrassing for Knight who's been with WWE for nearly four decades to lose a belt at one of the most renowned live events in wrestling history.

“Will the company even keep me after this? Losing tonight just proves the rumors are true… I'm just a useless old man who doesn't need to be in the ring anymore” Knight says as he feels himself start to cry. Gone was his confident and boisterous personality and what's left is just him crying his eyes out. He's glad nobody is around while he's crying because Knight always hated when people saw him cry. The former champion quickly wipes away his tears as he makes it to his locker room.

“Hopefully no damn reporters are in here” Knight says quietly as he enters the room. “Not a reporter but I would like to comment on something” a voice says, catching Knight's attention. He lets out a gasp when he sees it's his fiance, Randy, in the room with him. “Randy? What are ya doing here?!? I thought ya match wasn't til tomorrow?” Knight asks curiously as Randy walks up to him.

“It is but I wanted to surprise you and I saw how the match ended so I got you a little something to make you feel better” Randy says as he pulls out a bouquet of flowers. “Randy…” Knight says, tears streaming down his face again as he takes the flowers. His fiance has a concerned look on his face as he gently cups Knight's face. “You've been crying” Randy says, causing Knight to blush with embarrassment.

“It's nothing for ya to worry about” Knight says quietly as he looks away from Randy. “Who's ass do I gotta kick?” Randy asks seriously, causing Knight to laugh. “Nobody hurt me hon, I'm just sad about losing my belt” Knight says truthfully. “You're upset about that? Eli, you know it's just a belt right? You can always win another one” Randy says reassuringly. “Yeah I know but don't ya think it's kinda embarrassing that I lost at Wrestlemania? I'm probably gonna be fired before the night ends” Knight says with a sad laugh.

Everything clicked in Randy's mind and he let out a sigh. “You think you don't deserve to be in the ring anymore do you?” He asks seriously, Knight nodding in response. “How did ya know?” Knight asks curiously as he finally leans into his lover's touch. “Cause I know you Eli and I also know that you deserve to be in this business just like anyone else! If they do fire you then I'm leaving alongside you” Randy says truthfully which surprises Knight.

“Ya really would do that for me?” Knight asks curiously, causing Randy to smile at him. “I'm with you for the long haul Eli” Randy says truthfully which makes Knight smile as well. “I'm lucky to have ya Randy” Knight says sweetly. “I'm lucky to have you too Eli” Randy says as he kisses Knight deeply. “Now, how about I invoke my winner's room?” Randy asks which confuses Knight. “Ya match ain't til tomorrow though? Why ya wanna do it now?” Knight asks curiously.

“I rather use it to fuck my future wife then have to fuck some sap besides, I wanna test how good the acoustics are in the shower” Randy explains with a smile, causing Knight to blush. “Ya know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea” Knight says, causing Randy's smile to grow wider. Knight shudders when his fiance smiles like that because it reminds him of a predator about to eat his prey.

“How about you get the shower ready and I'll join you in a minute ok?” Randy asks seductively, causing Knight to whimper. “O-Ok” Knight says as he rushes to the shower connected to his locker room. He hastily strips himself of his gear and turns on the shower. Knight lets out a groan as he starts to stroke himself while under the warm spray of water. Thank God he took some painkillers at medical or he wouldn't be able to do this. “Enjoying yourself beautiful?” Randy asks from the doorway, catching Knight's attention.

Knight felt his face go red as he looked down at Randy's hard cock. His fiance walks even closer and grabs Knight's hand. “Did you forget that the winner gets to be in control during these things?” Randy asks curiously. “N-No Randy! I didn't!” Knight says, desperately trying to contain his excitement. Randy then pins Knight to the shower wall, causing Knight to let out a gasp. “You know that isn't my name when we play our games Eli” Randy says seductively, smacking Knight's ass in the process.

“S-Sorry daddy, it won't happen again!” Knight whines as he tries to grind his dick against the wall. Randy notices the action and slaps Knight's ass again, causing Knight to yelp. “No touching yourself either got it?” Randy asks seriously, Knight nodding in response. The older man then puts his hands on Knight's cheeks and squeezes them. “I'm trying so hard to refrain myself from sinking my teeth into you right now” Randy says truthfully as he spreads Knight's cheeks.

Casually, Randy pulls out the girthy dildo that was snuggled deeply in Knight's ass. “Were you expecting to get railed tonight Ellie?” Randy asks, waving the toy in Knight's face. “Yes daddy” Knight says, causing Randy to laugh in his ear. “Oh Ellie… you have no idea about what kind of punishment I'm going to give you” Randy says with a devilish grin as he tosses the toy near their bags.

He then grabs Knight's hips and plunges his dick full force into his lover's ass. “Daddy!” Knight screams when Randy's dick is fully inside him. “Fuck, you feel so good princess” his fiance says as he starts thrusting into Knight. “Might need more painkillers after this” Knight says with a moan, causing Randy to laugh. “You'll probably need a wheelchair when I'm done with you” Randy says as he thrusts deeper into Knight. For the first few minutes, the only sound you can hear is the echoey slaps of Randy fucking into Knight against the shower wall.

He always liked fucking Knight fast and rough at work and after forty-five years of doing this, the viper still hasn't lost his edge. He's broken out of his thoughts when he hears Knight let out a high-pitched moan which means he's hit the younger man's prostate. Randy should've known that his beloved would be about to explode after a long match. “Daddy” Knight whines, causing Randy to smirk.

“Are you close, Ellie? Should've known a whore like you would be pent up” Randy says as he keeps abusing Knight's prostate. “Come on daddy! I-I've been good!” Knight whines as he tries to get Randy to let him cum. His fiance hums as he pretends to think it over. “Alright, I guess you deserved it” Randy says with a sigh as he grips Knight's aching cock. It only took a few strokes for Knight to cum all over Randy's hand. “Daddy!” Knight moans as he leans against the wall for support.

Having Knight's hole basically constrict Randy's dick like a vice sent the older man over the edge. Randy sinks his teeth into the space between Knight's neck and shoulder as he cums deep inside of his fiance. They both wait a few minutes to come down from their highs until Knight speaks up. “Umm Randy? Ya teeth are still in my neck” Knight says, catching Randy's attention. His fiance feels himself blush as he removes his mouth from Knight's shoulder. “Oh sorry about that sweetheart” Randy says embarrassingly as he gently kisses the bruised and bloodied bite mark.

“No need to apologize hon! That just means I got Snakebite Fever! YEAH!” Knight says happily, causing Randy to let out a small laugh. “You always like making people laugh don't you?” Randy asks as Knight turns around. “Rather have them laughing then frowning right?” Knight asks with a smile. “See, that's one of the reasons why I love you! You always know how to make people smile” Randy says truthfully, causing Knight to blush.

LA Knight knew his back was on the verge of seizing up about two thirds of the way through his match. Sure, he'd managed to emerge victorious, but the twenty-something greenhorn that he'd put in his place had already scampered back up the ramp to lick his wounds, while he was still sitting on the edge of the ring apron, working up the courage to move.

It was only when one of the cameramen informed him that the commercial break was almost over and he needed to leave that he creaked himself off the apron onto the floor and the pain in his knees flared up too. With one arm on his lower back, and his other using the guard rail as a support, Knight hobbled his way to the back. Spying himself on the giant screen of the Titan Tron, he heaved a sigh. He looked like an old man.

He was an old man!

Hell, they were already throwing around the dreaded 'R'-word when he first arrived at WWE at the ripe old age of forty! That was over twenty years ago, and here he was in his sixties, still going, still holding on, unable to let go of the pull of the crowd, their adoration and worship. He loved the kiss of the mat, the smell of stale sweat that hung in the air, the butterflies in his stomach before his music hit, the shot of adrenaline when they chanted his name.

He loved it all. And like any addict, the thought of going cold turkey terrified him more than anything. He had been fortunate, however and his body had held throughout the decades to gift him a long, decorated career.

But even the most cared-for and well-trained bodies decayed over time and the cracks were finally started to show in his. His knees were failing and his back was getting stiff, the painkillers becoming less and less effective at numbing the agony.

'Come on, now, enough with the defeatist crap,' Knight scolded himself internally. 'That aint your style. You're sore now but your heat-pack is warming up right now in your locker room and once you strap it on, you'll feel like a new man again.' He smirked smugly, letting go of the rail and straightening his spine despite its protests to walk the final few steps tall and proud. 'You aint ready for the glue factory just yet, old timer.'

Making his way through the curtain, Knight found his plans instantly dashed when he was accosted by a imposing figure. Age did nothing to dim the captivating allure of Randy Orton who stood every inch as tall as he had in his youth and if anything only seemed to be getting broader. His arms and shoulders, his waist and thighs were thicker these days, still densely packed with muscle making him look huge in comparison to most other wrestlers on the roster.

Including Knight! And he wasn't exactly a scrawny man by any standards. Sure parts of his body were softer than before and he was losing the battle against gravity so things were starting to sag a little, but his dedication to the gym meant he remained beautifully defined all over, even the mounds of his six pack still peeked through his paunchy belly.

He was still capable of catching an eye or two, these days maybe more than ever. And what's more, he knew it!

'That was stunning,' Randy noted slyly, stroking the back of his fingers down Knight's clammy cheek, Knight's heart giving a flutter.

'What, my match,my win?' he teased with a grin. 'You're gonna have to be more specific.'

'You... just you,' Randy replied, now cupping Knight's cheek with his large palm.

'Again, you're gonna have to be more specific. Which part of me did you like?'

Randy leant in closer, bringing his voice down low. 'Are you fishing for compliments, Baby?'

'From you, Daddy? Always!'

'Hmm.' Pulling back, Randy kept his lips sealed tight, instead moving his hand to caress through Knight's short, spiked hair. It had been many colours over the years. When he was an infant, it had been a glittering gold, but by the time he'd reached school age it had darkened to a rich tawny brown and now in his old age, it had gone a bright silvery grey. Like the majestic feathers of a swan's wing, it shimmered against his tanned skin (he opted for a slightly darker hue these days to bring out the contrast) and with his beard now almost matching too (just a few sparse patches of chestnut and auburn remaining) and the thick thatch of silver body hair covering every inch of him, he cut a striking figure, indeed.

Randy, like all of his husbands, was very fond of Knight's silvery locks and loved to brush his fingertips through it. Pity he couldn't return the favour - Randy didn't need to shave his head these days, hadn't for a long time now - but Knight didn't mind. There were plenty other parts of Randy that he adored getting his hands on.

'Why don't I show you what I mean?' Randy quirked a cheeky eyebrow at Knight who felt even weaker at the knees than before and had to steady himself with his bare shoulder against the wall.

'H-here? Now?'

'Why not? I don't have a match later.' Not that anyone could tell since he was wearing his gear underneath his tight-fitting shirt. Randy was always ready to step into the ring, no matter what was written on the match card.

The offer was too good to pass up, but then a twinge snapped in Knight's lower back and he fought the urge to rub it in case Orton saw and called the whole thing off. He was desperate for some quality time with his Daddy, he just needed a moment to swallow down some painkillers, strap on the heat-pad for a spell and limber up, that's all.

'How can I refuse?' he said with a cute shrug. 'Just give me a half-hour to hop in the showers and prep myself for ya then-'

'Oh no, Baby,' now both of Randy's hands held Knight's jaw, drawing him in closer so that Randy could place his lips at his ear. His warm breath tickled the inner layers of his ear canal, making Knight shudder with delight. 'I'll do the honours tonight.'

And so, Knight found himself on the leather sofa in his locker room, perched on his knees with his wrestling trunks bunched around his thighs and his upper chest and shoulders resting on the arm to support himself. And God bless Randy who lubed him and prepped him so thoroughly when there was absolutely nothing back there that could be described as tight these days. And when he felt the entire length of Randy's girth slide his way up his loosened passage into the centre of his core, it felt so damn good that all that pain in his knees and back were instantly forgotten.

Well... almost!

Kinda like when there's an itch right there in the middle of your foot, just underneath the hard, calloused skin on the sole and no amount of scratching or scrubbing or scuffing quite reaches it. Or maybe more when you have a toothache and no matter how much you try to distract yourself all you can feel is that dull, pulsing throb, and for some bizarre reason, all you want to do is worry it with your tongue or gnash your teeth down hard on it. Or at least, that's what Knight would do, try to lean into the pain, and he did that now, arching his back up, which in turn applied more pressure to his cranky knees. The pain intensified, upping the adrenaline rushing through his veins and it made the good stuff feel all that much better.

Unable to lift his head up with his hips so high, Knight lay with his cheek flat against the leather and groaned. His undecipherable noises getting louder and louder with each perfectly aimed thrust from Randy. The older man held him tight, his strong fingers digging in to the squishy muffin rolls at Knight's flanks deep enough to bruise them (Knight knew this because he loved to count them in the mirror the following morning) and pounded into him, knowing that Knight enjoyed things a little rougher than most.

'You liking that, Baby?'

The silver-haired man could only answer with a slew of slurred moans. Randy slid his palm up Knight's back, his fingertips catching in the soft folds of fat and muscle around his shoulder blades and dragged it back, lightly scraping the bronze skin with his fingernails. Knight let out the loudest groan yet and yes, it was partly because he liked getting a little scuffed up by his Daddy (he had chosen wrestling as his only profession for crying out loud, it came with the territory!) but also because Randy had unknowingly hit several knots that were clenching up like balled fists of flesh.

'Do that again, Daddy! Please!' Knight begged and Randy was all too happy to oblige, this time dragging both palms down Knight's back. It felt almost like a massage but didn't hit deep enough. Unlike Randy's cock which at that very moment was buried in him right up to the hilt, grinding back and forth against Knight's swollen prostate and reducing almost every one of his waking thoughts to mush. He couldn't process a full strand of consciousness let alone string together a sentence, but he managed to let out a long, drawn-out rumble from his throat, his eyelids falling shut. 'Nearly there already, Baby? Tut tut! You just wait for Daddy to finish first, you hear me?'

Knight may not boast the same stamina he once had but dear lord, Randy sure did. He kept going for another ten minutes at least, pumping and thrusting into Knight's pliant body, changing the pace every so often to draw out more moans of joy from his enraptured, younger husband. Sometimes painfully slow, almost pulling his dick right out of Knight's slack hole before snaking all the way back in again, sometimes blisteringly fast until the slapping sounds of their hips colliding became deafening. Sometimes he gripped Knight's hips, sometimes he scratched his back, sometimes he buried his fingers in Knight's silver hair and lightly tugged at it.

Knight loved every second of it. Every single, tiny, minuscule second!

But all good things have to come to an end some time, and when Randy felt himself drawing close to his climax, he curled his arm under Knight's quivering stomach to grip his rock-hard cock and help him towards the finish line as well. Randy had barely touched him before Knight spilled his load - he'd been holding on by the skin of his teeth for what seemed like eternity by then - and Randy soon followed, coming with a grunt deep inside of Knight.

They stayed that way for a minute or two, joined together, but when the waves of pleasure battering Knight's skull began to wain and calm, the pain drew in like dark clouds in the sky.

Easing himself free, Randy wobbled over to Knight's bag to fetch a towel and wipe the mess off himself. 'I take it back,' he said with a chuckle, 'that was stunning!'

He didn't receive an answer so looked back over his shoulder to find Knight still strung out on the couch, not even a finger or strand of hair moved from when he'd left him.

'Everything ok there, Baby?' he asked with a smug grin.

'I... can't move,' Knight replied, his voice hoarse.

'Hope I didn't break anything,' Randy gloated. Yet still, Knight remained where he was, as still and lifeless as the couch itself. Randy started to become concerned. 'Eli? Is something wrong?'

Knight gave a ragged sigh, bitterly disappointed in himself for having to admit, 'my back's seized up. Knees too. I actually can't move. At all.'

'Oh shit,' Randy rushed to his side, looking the frozen man up and down frantically. 'Here, I'll lift you.'

'No! Don't do that!' Knight yelped. 'It'll sort itself out in a few minutes, it always does.'

But that didn't sit right with Randy. 'There must be something I can do?'

It was sweet really, how much he cared for a creaky, washed-up old relic like Knight and the silver haired man couldn't help but smile at his lover's worry. 'My heat-pad's over there in the corner. And I have some painkillers in my bag - front left pocket.'

Randy followed his orders, carefully wrapping the heat-pad around Knight's waist and securing it in place then popping the pills into his mouth and helping him swallow them down with some water from his bottle. When he'd done everything he could, Randy crouched beside Knight's head and stroked his hair to soothe him until everything kicked in.

'Oh Baby,' he sighed. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'I didn't want you to think I'm some brittle old man,' Knight admitted.

'I would never think that,' Randy sighed, nuzzling his face against his husband's. 'You should have told me I was hurting you.'

'It wasn't you, I felt it out in the ring during my match.'

'And you didn't say something? Eli, if this had been one of our baby husbands and they'd hurt themselves in the ring then never said anything and made it worse, we'd have gone nuts.'

'I know, I know, I'm a dummy,' Knight chuckled. 'I may be older but I aint wiser.' He paused, tried to shift his hips and grunted. 'I guess I just... don't want to admit that I'm coming to the end of my career.'

'Says who?'

Knight shot Randy a raised brow. 'I'm frozen in place like a goddamn human footstool right now.'

They both laughed at that and the ridiculousness of the situation. Once the mirth had died down, Randy picked the conversation back up again. 'It has to end some time,' he noted, sadly. Knight felt the knots tighten again, only this time, it was around his heart. 'But not yet. I'm older than you and I'm not ready to hang up my boots just yet, so why should you? We're still showing these younger guys up, right?'

'Sure are,' Knight agreed, rolling his shoulder. The muscles were finally starting to loosen.

'Then why stop? There's still some gas left in these rusty old tanks, let's keep driving that dusty road.'

At last Knight was able to push himself up. Grimacing at every creak and snap of his tired bones, he sat back on his ragged knees and tilted his head fondly at his husband. 'You were always the more poetic one,' he smiled and Randy stood up to kiss his lips.

'And you were always the cutest one.' Knight's cheeks turned pink at that, confirming Randy's words. 'Now, will a hot shower help with your back?'

'Depends. Are you gonna join me?'

Randy rolled his eyes. Helping his silver-haired husband up to his feet, he held him close to his side as they hobbled their way to the showers. 'You never learn, do you?'

'I sure hope not!'

'Good thing Daddy is here to take care of you.' Randy kissed Knight's cheek. 'Love you, Baby.'