"I’m gayer than a flaming rainbow raining kittens on a leather bar full of gay men wearing pink boas drinking Sherly temples. How about yourself Chip?"
“That makes sense.” Chip nodded. It seemed that Randy always had his own way of doing things in the kitchen. He turned back to the table and grabbed himself another cupcake.
Randy couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he got back to work on another batch of cupcakes. A half hour later he opened the over and carefully pulled out the last batch which was fully baked. The scent of chocolate filled the kitchen and all that he had to do was let the cupcakes cool so he could frost them and then they’d be done.
In the time that Randy was baking the cupcakes, Chip, Reggie and Javier had finished off their breakfasts along with the rest of Randy’s initial batch of cupcake. After thanking Randy again, Chip collected up the dishes and put them in the sink to wash later before he, Reggie and Javier headed out into the living room to watch TV.
After the baking was all said and done Randall felt that he needed a good rest. He followed his brothers into the tv room and curled up in the reclining chair that sat off to the side.
Chip sat down on the couch nearby Randy and Reggie and Javier joined him. “Let’s see what’s on.” Chip sighed as he picked up the remote and turned the TV on. The first channel that appeared on the screen was a midday soap opera.
Randy grumbled hearing the annoying sounds of middle shed women going on about who cheated on who. He curled up a little tighter, wanting someone to change the channel without him actually having to ask.
Are you telling me we can have an 8 season TV series about a serial killer (Dextar) and a 5 season show about a man who makes and sells meth (Breaking bad) yet Disney antagonist, Not even bad enough to gain the title of Villain, Johnny Worthington is who you decide to focus your hate on?
(Ok who the hell is hating on Johnny now?)
He smirked, puffing out his chest. “Yes, Randy. It’s me.”
Randy nodded and reached up cupping John’s cheek in his hand. “Well….we can make the most of it…while it lasts…”
John smirked, leaning in mere inches from Randy’s lips. “What do you have in mind?”
Randy grinned licking his lips slowly and leaned in closer, his lips just about to touch John’s. “I’d rather show you than tell you….” And with that he pressed their lips together and wrapped his arms around the younger monster.
John smirked into the kiss. He ran one hand over Randy’s fronds, and pulled Randy closer with the other.
Randy shivered, pressing himself against John’s chest. “Mmmm john let’s take this to your bedroom….”
"Alright." John picks Randall up and carries him upstairs to John bedroom. Closing the door, he places Randall on the bed and crawls over top of him.
Randy laid back watching john climb up into the bed then over himself. He grinned reaching up, feeling John’s muscular chest. “You’re not as big as you use to be but I like this…”