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Florida Fun - Kevin & Jon

A stifled laugh and he shook his head, nudging the man beside him. “You give me a massage ‘n I’ll return the favor.” Pale blues rolled at the secret still being kept before standing up to head over- opening the balcony doors. The fresh breeze blowing in and making him relax further than he already was. “Course they did. Guessin’ they were tryin’ to spot others flying out from Raw. S'cool. I don’t mind.” He missed it. The fans. The road. The time in the ring and adrenaline flowing through him on a daily basis. Jon didn’t feel himself anymore since being gone so long. Turning around to see the food, he nodded. “Sharing is caring, yeah?” Immediately coming back over to grab some fries to chew down. “All hotels have burgers, m'sure.” A nice big bite taken from his own once sitting next to Kevin again. Sighing. “Fuck. This is good. I shoulda eaten more than a protein bar this morning.”

He continued to enjoy the food, fries were for sure his favorite and he didn’t mind sharing them at all. “I should be comin’ back. Not able to say anything else on the matter or management would have my ass.” Pale eyes met Kevin’s and quickly looked away with a grin. “Damn, man. Ya make it sound like m'important or whatever. You’ve all been doin’ just fine without a screw up like me ‘round. I gotta say ya better fuckin’ win at Summerslam. Nobody deserves that title more than ya. Don’t care what anybody says.” Jon shrugged and finished the burger then sipped down some water they had brought.

"I miss being 'round. I feel like m'losing it by being on the sidelines so long, ya know?" He paused and couldn't help but to hear how down Kevin always was on himself. Appearance and even hearing how others don't believe he deserves to be on top of WWE. Jon quickly moved to grab the scruffy jaw of the other so he's staring him in the face. "You're attractive. Just cause ya ain't built out of abs doesn't mean shit on the looks scale, a'right? Girls dig the big teddy bear type of guy too. Trust me. As for everybody else that doubts your talent or drive to be the champ? Fuck'em. You 'n I are the guys who eat the naysayers bullshit for breakfast. Got us this far, right?" The Ohioan ran the hand to the back of Kevin's neck and placed their foreheads together. "It'll fall into place. You'll see."

Florida Fun - Kevin & Jon

A stifled laugh and he shook his head, nudging the man beside him. “You give me a massage ‘n I’ll return the favor.” Pale blues rolled at the secret still being kept before standing up to head over- opening the balcony doors. The fresh breeze blowing in and making him relax further than he already was. “Course they did. Guessin’ they were tryin’ to spot others flying out from Raw. S'cool. I don’t mind.” He missed it. The fans. The road. The time in the ring and adrenaline flowing through him on a daily basis. Jon didn’t feel himself anymore since being gone so long. Turning around to see the food, he nodded. “Sharing is caring, yeah?” Immediately coming back over to grab some fries to chew down. “All hotels have burgers, m'sure.” A nice big bite taken from his own once sitting next to Kevin again. Sighing. “Fuck. This is good. I shoulda eaten more than a protein bar this morning.”

He continued to enjoy the food, fries were for sure his favorite and he didn't mind sharing them at all. "I should be comin' back. Not able to say anything else on the matter or management would have my ass." Pale eyes met Kevin's and quickly looked away with a grin. "Damn, man. Ya make it sound like m'important or whatever. You've all been doin' just fine without a screw up like me 'round. I gotta say ya better fuckin' win at Summerslam. Nobody deserves that title more than ya. Don't care what anybody says." Jon shrugged and finished the burger then sipped down some water they had brought.

Florida Fun - Kevin & Jon

A stifled laugh and he shook his head, nudging the man beside him. "You give me a massage 'n I'll return the favor." Pale blues rolled at the secret still being kept before standing up to head over- opening the balcony doors. The fresh breeze blowing in and making him relax further than he already was. "Course they did. Guessin' they were tryin' to spot others flying out from Raw. S'cool. I don't mind." He missed it. The fans. The road. The time in the ring and adrenaline flowing through him on a daily basis. Jon didn't feel himself anymore since being gone so long. Turning around to see the food, he nodded. "Sharing is caring, yeah?" Immediately coming back over to grab some fries to chew down. "All hotels have burgers, m'sure." A nice big bite taken from his own once sitting next to Kevin again. Sighing. "Fuck. This is good. I shoulda eaten more than a protein bar this morning."

Once landing on the food channel, he relaxed back comfortably with eyes closing. A soft side grin appearing soon when the door is heard- the voice making pale blues flutter open and take in Kevin. “Hey. As I remember ya got ketchup on ya… got yourself half naked.” Jon’s grin grew teasingly when he was joined on the couch, shrugging. “I got here ‘n ordered burgers with fries. Should be here soon. M'fuckin’ starved. Those peanuts on the plane ain’t shit.” He placed his arm on the back of the couch behind Kevin and sighed. “What'cha been up to today?” All attention on his new found lover.

He chuckled a bit. "What can I say, I like burger and fries.. 'n watching ya moan my name." A side smirk appeared, teasing back and seeing Kevin relax back onto his arm. It definitely is nice to see him at ease after all the bullshit WWE seemed to put the man through. Having lost the title in the most horrible way and now being bullied every week. It made Jon sick. "Pillow service. Yep. Whatever ya want, babe." His sock covered feet placed on the coffee table before them. Understandable Kevin would need to get some things since he's staying a couple more days. "Secrets don't make friends." The Ohioan's dimples showed with tongue between teeth, wondering what the Canadian had planned. Having seen the green orbs checking him out yet keeping it on the down low. "I slept most of the flight. I guess I needed it. Other than gettin' bombarded by fans- the airport was a'right." Just then the door had a knock at it.

Once landing on the food channel, he relaxed back comfortably with eyes closing. A soft side grin appearing soon when the door is heard- the voice making pale blues flutter open and take in Kevin. "Hey. As I remember ya got ketchup on ya... got yourself half naked." Jon's grin grew teasingly when he was joined on the couch, shrugging. "I got here 'n ordered burgers with fries. Should be here soon. M'fuckin' starved. Those peanuts on the plane ain't shit." He placed his arm on the back of the couch behind Kevin and sighed. "What'cha been up to today?" All attention on his new found lover.

The call disconnected and he slipped back against fluffed up pillows, waiting for the video call to come through. Fuck. Was this happening? He agreed to wear lingerie in the near future, for somebody who was only a booty call. Jon swallowed hard wondering if this would be something more. The phone went off taking him from thoughts and answered to see the bigger man, grinning. Not making Kevin wait- his boxers were pushed down and off to show the hard cock at attention. “This is what ya did.. now show me.” The Ohioan didn’t touch just yet, hearing the words from the man’s mouth. Still unsure why he agreed though they’d pass that bridge when they got there.  “Fuck. Mm, yeah.. touch yourself. Show me what I do to ya.” Having his phone positioned where Kevin could see his entire figure and face, digits wrapped around the member for a hard squeeze.

His mouth literally watered as he looked at the image Jon was sending him. He swallowed hard, murmuring an old French curse under his breath as he started stroking himself. He was already pretty worked up, so he dispensed with gentle and teasing touches, immediately jacking himself hard and fast, enough that he slammed the back of his head into the wall behind him. “Fuck, Jon.” His voice was slightly strangled by pleasure. “This… I’ve never done this before. Outside.” The brick wall behind him was sharp, and he felt a tiny trickle of blood down the back of his neck, which made him laugh as he let go of his cock for a minute to swipe the blood off and show the camera. “Now, I’m a twisted fucker, and you’re probably as sick as I am. I kind of like this.” He licked some of it off before resuming stroking himself.

To know Kevin did this for him really caused shivers across his body. He wanted to be there, jerking the man off while he’s pressed up against him on that balcony. “Wish I were there and that was my hand jerkin’ ya..” Pale blues were iced up filled with lust while watching the phone screen. Blood smeared on Kevin’s hand before it’s licked, making him stroke faster and harder in need. “Shiiiii- shit shit.. ohhhh Kevin. Kevin. Fuck yeah.” Hips thrusting up into the tight grip- breathing heavy towards the camera. Blood was something they had in common, loving the taste of it. They both needed these releases to carry them into tomorrow.

Seeing how worked up Jon was, hearing his name in that low, gravelly voice, it made him whimper with need. No one had ever really pushed him before, mostly wanting him to do the pushing, so when Jon had suggested this… it was something he’d never known he wanted. He’d leapt, and so far no regrets… if the cops got called, it would be another story, but this was so far above any expectations he had. The sticky air cooling on his skin, leaving him damp, the feel of the breeze on his cock as his hand pumped hard and fast, index finger and thumb stripping the skin tightly as precum dripped off a still-bloody finger. His eyes were at half-mast, watching Jon fuck his own fist in the video, his tongue absently licking the smear of blood off his lower lip, letting the copper tang fill his mouth, imagining it was Jon who’d bit his lip, wishing it was the heavier taste of Jon’s cum in his mouth instead. “Fuck, fuck, Jon… Oh, crisse, Jon, I’m too close, I can’t..” he trailed off into a moan as he stroked even faster, putting a twist on the strokes at the tip.

He hadn’t been this lost in pleasure with someone so far away, which said something about the Canadian. Jon still unsure of why he found himself so intrigued with this man- but in this moment nothing mattered. They were having a great time, so why ruin it with unwanted thinking. “Cum for me. I wanna hear ya… just for me. Nobody else. Get back in the room ‘n finish.” Suddenly feeling very territorial over Kevin when he’s aware somebody else could secretly be watching. He slowed down a bit to make sure he hangs on until his lover is pleased and content.

His breathing was ramping up, feeling himself getting very close, when he heard Jon order him back in the room. “What? Why? I…” He found himself obeying without thinking about it anyway, stumbling over the threshold back into the room, the light bright in his dilated pupils. Something struck him. “Just for you, huh? You want this all for yourself? Are you wishing you could be here to get this load all over you?” He licked suddenly dry lips as he perched on the edge of a chair, still stroking himself, head tilted back in pleasure. “Oh, shit, Jon. Fuck.” He let his eyes close as he panted for air, riding the edge. “Oh God, yes, oh-” he cut off as he came, striping his belly with it. “Fuck, Jon,” he said breathlessly. “I wish you were here already,” he blurted out without thinking, eyes opening to take in the screen in front of him once more.

Jon nodded. “Yeah. Just for me.. want it all over me. Shit.” Finally able to see a little better with more light from the hotel room, he took it all in. The others cock thick and ready to burst had his mouth watering- seeing the red tint from the blood smeared across it. Breathing heavy. Whole body covered in sweat from how turned on he was, first time video chatting while jacking off. Those long streams of cum were seen dripping down Kevin’s stomach and that was more than enough to get him closer to end. But as he heard ‘wish you were here already’ come from the Canadian’s mouth he lost it. Jon’s warm seed spilling down his hand, over the lower stomach and wherever else. Back arching from how fierce the orgasm hit.

He watched Jon come apart as he tried to regain his own breathing. Licking lips as he took in the sweaty form of his soon-to-be lover, seeing him writhe as he finally let go. “God, I wish I could taste you.” He licked lips again. “I’d lick the sweat off you then clean your cock with my tongue.” He shook his head. “Christ, I don’t think you know how gorgeous you are.” He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted Jon. Never thought he’d have the chance with someone as beautiful, and it was dizzying to think that maybe he’d get to have this for a while. “Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”

After he took a couple more deep breaths, pale blues opened to meet those staring back in the phone. A side smile appearing to reveal dimples- listening to Kevin speak so highly of him. “I think we’d both help with cleaning up, bub.” If cheeks weren’t already a tint of pink from the show they just had, he’d give away the slight blush. “Gorgeous? Nah. We’ll see how gorgeous ‘n ridiculous I look in lingerie. I’m sure you’ll change your mind.” Jon grabbed the pair of briefs to clean himself and looked back towards the older stud. “Tomorrow will be here in no time. Get some sleep, cause m'sure we won’t get much.” He winked, smirking a bit.

Somehow Jon even made cleaning himself off sexy. Kevin just grinned in response before flipping the towel back down from his shoulder and wiping himself off, shaking his head a little. “You’ll be fucking amazing in it. And I’ll have so much fun with you…” His grin turned devilish. “Might need to get you a few pairs.” He was feeling excited about tomorrow, but strangely for him, not nervous about it. He was calm and happy, surely helped by the huge adrenaline rush of what they’d just done. He chuckled softly. “No sleep if I can help it.” He flashed what he hoped was a flirty grin at the camera. “But yeah. You gotta get a flight, and I have to call the front desk.” He paused for a minute. “Sleep well, Jon. And I’ll see you soon.” He ended the call and leaned back in the chair, a big smile on his face. 

It was so weird to have another man so invested in him. Especially when lingerie is involved- but a promise was a promise. "Buy whatever ya want, cause I wouldn't know the first thing to get.." Jon stretched out and chuckled then grinned back at how happy the bigger man seemed to be about all this. Was this just a booty call anymore if you're staying three days together? The Ohioan tried not to think about it. "Gon' book the flight before I sleep.. night Kev. See ya tomorrow." The phone was tossed aside once the flight was set, closing eyes.