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Hunger	By : Mikai Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 4174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Delivery
- 2-Sauce
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Title: Hunger
Rating : NC-17, for explicit sexual content
Content: hot, nasty GAY SEX mmmmm
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE, so..no point in suing me
Summary: Randy gets some pizza delivered to his house by Batista. Things get kinky...
ROUND I
"Would you like some?"
(Delivery...)

Randy leaned his head back and sighed, as he felt the comfort of the scalding hot water pumelling at his chest. He always took a good hot shower after his strenuous work out sessions, the heat also soothed his aching muscles which was a double pleasure for him. He had called Big Caesar's for pizza about 10 minutes ago, he always feels a ravenous hunger after a fervent work out. He takes rather brisk showers, so he was sure he'd have enough time to dress before the delivery guy showed up.

A strong, sculpted-looking arm reached forward towards the doorbell of M. Orton's residence. He rang only once, for the owner got there quite hastily, hunger? Batista presumed. The door opened so quickly that Batista didn't have time to brace himself for what he was about to see. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger...

Randy stood in the doorway in nothing but a towel, his still damp hair plastered to his head. There were still droplets of water glistening down his smooth, tan muscular torso. Little did Randy realize he was giving the delivery guy his infamous, pouty-lipped look. He clutched the top fold of his towel where it is being held together, as if knowing that it may soon come off.

A grunt from the other man brought Batista back to reality, out of his lust-filled fantasy of.. Nervermind, Batista shook his head as if to clear his mind of the thought. "Your pizza M. Orton, 23.95$". He said in a soft yet deep voice, supressing a blush from creeping across his face.

Randy smirked as Batista handed him his all dressed pizza with extra meat, making sure to brush his hand against the other man's. "Come in for a sec Batista.. I gotta get yer tip. And since when did you deliver pizza?" Randy made sure to make his hips sway seductively as he walked into his house, knowing Batista was watching as he went to his room to get his wallet leaving Batista waiting in the doorway.

Batista couldn't help but watch Randy's fine ass as he dissapeared into his house to get the other man's tip. Batista suddenly started to feel aroused, the feel of being in that hot bitch's house just seemed to get him off. He shifted his weight while waiting for Randy to return, also noticing he brought the box of pizza to his room. Was he going to eat it there? Batista thought. That's peculiar..

"Ey... Batista, can ya come here? I can't quite find my wallet.." Randy said rummaging through his nightstand, nearly knocking over his fine Venitian glass lamp. Randy heard the built latino man's footsteps approach, Randy anticipating every step. The box of pizza lay undisturbed on his bed until he slid a hand towards it, but stopped in mid-motion as Batista appeared in his bedroom doorway.

"Well Randy? Where's my tip?" Batista said with a smirk, cocking his head to the side haughtily as he leaned against the doorframe. Randy sat on the side of his bed parallel to Batista. He sat with his legs close together but slowly opened them tauntingly, giving Batista a good view of his package. Batista didn't think that Randy would own such short towels, but everyone just seemed full of surprises these days. Randy beckoned the other man with a head motion, "I'll give you yer tip..."
Batista growled under his breath, feeling his arousal press against the cloth of his confining jeans as he approached the full- lipped god-like piece of ass sitting on what seemed to be a four poster bed.

Batista stood in front of Randy, hands on hips and head cocked to the side with a smug look on his face. Randy slowly reclined while eyeing the sizeable bulge in Batista's denim jeans which happened to be at his eye level. Batista knew what his "tip" would be as soon as he started walking to Randy's bedroom. Mr obvious...

Randy lifted Batista's Big Caesar's shirt uniform, revealing a good portion of his naturally tan, chiseled abdominals. Randy slowly leaned into the other man's waist, letting his teeth graze the smooth skin of Batista's stomach. He then licked a generous line up it, and nipped at the warm flesh.

The taller man moaned as he felt Randy's hot tongue slide up his abdomen. He gripped his head and guided it lower giving Randy a good idea of what he wanted...and what Randy would eventually do anyway. Batista leaned his head back as he felt Randy unzip his jeans, which felt terribly confining to him at the moment. Randy looked up at Batista raising an eyebrow. There was nothing between the latino man's pants and the surrounding air. "No underwear?" Randy smiled smugly, "I like that".

Batista lay writhing on the Randy's bed, thrashing his head from side to side while being pumped by Randy's strong hand. The other man feverishly worked Batista's erection as if it were a popsicle that had to be coaxed with the hands as well... Randy sucked the tip then pulled back abruptly, making a wet suction noise. He then slowly continued to stroke Batista, getting a few groans out of "the animal".

"Are you gonna cum for me, bitch?" Randy asked, his adrenaline-induced eyes wide, panting. Wanking Batista was was tiring, considering there was so much of him to jerk. Batista growled through gritted teeth; "Fuck...yeah.." He let out a bestial noise as he came in a hot jet, spattering Randy's face in the process. Randy let Batista's hot cum slide down his face until it reached his lips, then he licked the corner of his mouth, tasting the bigger man's juices.

Randy sat up and exaggeratedly wiped his mouth, then cocked his head to the side smirking as he does after winning a match. "I hope your tip was satisfactory?" He said, as more of a statement, rather than a question. Batista slowly sat up, his head still swimming with the remnants of climactic ecstacy. He licked his lips eyeing Randy, then the box of uneaten pizza. He had an utterly devious idea. Randy will get his extra meat, he thought to himself reaching for the pizza box.

Trust me, it gets a helluva lot...tastier in the next chapter.
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