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A/N #2: OK this is Slash. If you don't know it is MxM pairing. Don't like it or it not your thing feel free to go pick another story. Please REVIEW.)
"So ya have any clue what Johnny be wanting?" Sheamus asked as he drove to their Florida home with Randy.
"Nope...he just said to meet him there." Randy told him looking out the window.
"I guess we find out soon." Sheamus told him as they pulled into John's drive way to park before getting out & heading to the front door. Sheamus went to knock, but Randy stopped him.
"What you doing?"
"Knocking."
"Really , dude you live here?" Randy went to open the door seeing it was unlocked & he checked the alarm.
Sheamus followed him shutting the door behind him. "Angel? Johnny?" He called out.
"In the kitchen!" John called out cheerfully. Fragrant smells filled the air.
Randy sniffed the air. "What is that?"
Sheamus smelled. "Smells like fish."
"Hold on fish? John? Kitchen?!" Randy took off running & Sheamus tried not to laugh as he followed him.
John was standing in the kitchen with a huge smile, wearing nothing but his boxers and an apron with the words Will Cook For Sex printed on the front. The table was set for three with cooked salmon, mixed stir fried vegetables and a large salad. "Hey, Guys."
Randy stopped in his tracks looking. "What you doing?"
Sheamus was behind him laughing. "What it look like he doing? Cooking." He moved around Randy to move to John. "I think mission accomplished Angel."
"Um...since when?" Randy asked.
"I've been cooking a few months." John told the younger man. "I started the Change Time program to help my dad get healthier. Sweets has been good enough to be my guinea pig." He walked close to Randy with a twinkle in his eyes. "See no more burning food. I wanted to surprise you." Randy had not been at John's home for weeks due to his hectic work schedule.
"Yeah surprised all right." Randy commented then saw the apron. "Really Babe...when do you ever need an excuse?"
"You're one to talk." John moved slowly toward Randy, looking up at him. "I missed you. It's been what..like two weeks since I saw you last?"
"Not counting Skype? Closer to three." Randy admitted.
"Damn." John was now standing inches from the taller man, wearing his new paracord collar that Sheamus had purchased to be his everyday mark. He still cherished his leather posture collar but it was saved for special times of play. "Then kiss me, Daddy. I want to feel you again."
Randy reached to wrap his fingers around the collar pulling John closer to crash their lips together. Sheamus just turned his head to make sure John didn't leave anything cooking. John hadn't as all the food was on the table and ready to eat. John allowed Randy to kiss him, returning the embrace with passion and not breaking it until he had to gasp for breath. "That felt good." He panted with a grin. "Me and Sweets have missed you."
"I'm sure you both have." Randy replied with a faint smile. "As have I...but I'm also starving."
John gave Randy a wink as he moved to take a seat at the table. "Now, now, Daddy. I know you're starving for some of my...cream but I worked hard on this meal so you're going to eat it."
"That's the kind I meant Baby...I can enjoy your other sausage later."
Sheamus rolled his eyes as he moved to the table to sit followed by Randy. John chuckled as he took some mixed vegetables and passed them to Sheamus. "I even made dessert. Chocolate mousse."
"I shoulda guessed." Sheamus chuckled. "I think I faint if ya ever figure something else...and changing thee flavor don't count."
John pouted as he took a bite of salmon. "So I'm not much of a baker. I'll admit that."
"Ye know I messing with ya Angel." Sheamus admitted as he began to load his plate.
"Yeah. Sweets tells me he feels better since starting my program." John told Randy.
Randy looked at Sheamus then his plate. "I see that."
"If ya think me appetite is something...ya just wait." Sheamus smiled.
John smiled, his dimples showing as he ate. He loved helping his Dom and lover feel so healthy and alive. "I've got another surprise, Ran." He passed the salad to Randy. "I've been working on my two room playrooms last few months. First room is totally done and second one is almost."
"Two?" Randy questioned as he took the salad.
"Yeah remember, Daddy we talked about two rooms. One was my dungeon and the other would have the pole Master wanted us cuffed to and a platform and chair for my King Shea fantasy. Well, the fantasy room is done and the dungeon is close." John told him. "We haven't played in them yet. We wanted to wait on you."
"You created a whole room just for a fantasy?"
"I call it more like a fantasy room all round." Sheamus spoke up. "More like a stage...there is a storage room he planned on placing different props in." the larger man chuckled.
John gave a proud smile at his creation. "Just wait, Ran. I had a real stripper pole installed as well as some strobe lights. Imagine us cuffed to the pole as Master wanted putting on a show. I ordered all kinds of role-playing props...a king's crown, robe, and police uniform to name a few. Oh, and loin cloths for us for the king fantasy."
"Loin cloths?" Randy raised a brow.
"For when ye both me prisoners." Sheamus chuckled.
"But I thought I was your servant & John the prisoner?"
"That a slightly different one."
"Oh." Randy huffed a sigh returning to eating.
John grinned as he ate. "Oh I have another outfit for when you are the servant. Master helped me pick it out online."
"Do I dare ask?"
"Tis a kilt & sash." Sheamus informed him.
"I thought kilts were Scottish."
"Thee Irish wear them as well."
"Um okay."
John ate awhile before looking at Randy. "So, is the food good, Ran?"
"Yeah very good Johnny...sorry I forgot to say something."
"It's fine. We were talking." John assured him. "I'm so glad to have you here. Two weeks since even our last Skype session is too damn long."
"Well you know how the grind is."
John nodded. "Oh I know alright. Vince acts like he'll go bankrupt if you ask for a day off. Will you two kidnap me again?"
"I don't know about Shea...but I am almost in the same boat. We are all lucky to have the next 2 days before we hit the road again."
"Aye...bout the same here fella. Though I wonder if they be changing me again soon."
"Then we'd better enjoy what time we have." John stood and walked to the fridge, removing a glass bowl and carrying it to the table. It was the chocolate mousse, garnished with fresh berries.
"We always try to Babe."
John sat the bowl on the table with pride. "See? Virtually fat free guilt free dessert. And it's chocolate!"
"Yep...still sound like the chick." Randy laughed.
"I do not!" John argued as he spooned some of the dessert on to his now empty plate. "I may bottom...but I'm no bitch."
"Well that's debatable." Randy smirked.
John huffed as he served the other two men their dessert before sitting back down. "Can't even wear an apron without being branded a chick."
"Let's see...mainly bottom, loves any sweets...mainly chocolate." Randy begins to list.
John huffed again, unable to think of a suitable comeback. "Whatever, Ran." He dug into his dessert, enjoying the rich flavor.
Randy just smirked as he went to eat. "But remember Randy...ye the one that enjoys choking on sausages." Sheamus commented causing Randy to almost cough on the food.
John smirked at Sheamus' words and Randy's reaction. "So, when do you want to see our new play space?"
"Maybe after a shower Babe?"
"Sounds good." John nodded. "I'll clean up the kitchen while you and Sweets enjoy your shower. I know you both would like one, just getting off the road."
"Okay Angel...shall we meetcha outside the addition?" Sheamus asked.
"Sounds good, Master. You two take your time and unwind." John nodded as he stood to gather dishes. A few months ago he would have begged like a child for them to hurry but the older man had matured a little although his boyish charm still appeared at times.
"Okay Viper...let's get ya cleaned."
Randy gave a faint shutter at the name. "Yes Sir." He replied as he got up from the table the two men leaving the kitchen. John worked to clean the mess he had created in his pristine kitchen, rinsing off the plates before filling the dishwasher. He had gotten better at keeping house since Sheamus had moved in.