A/N: I'm surprised that so many people liked the first chapter of this story. I didn't know if I'd be able to write Kane well or not, but it seems as though I've been successful. Well, here's the next chapter .R&R. Enjoy!
Setting You Free
"John."
Silently, John cursed to himself and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before going about his business. He was at the arena, getting ready for a house show and, of course, Randy was there as well. Glenn was at their hotel room, retrieving something that he had forgotten, which meant that John was all alone. In the locker room. With no one around. Except Randy, a man who was supposed to be his friend and nothing more. Fan-fucking-tastic. Normally, Glenn would be with him, so John wouldn't have to worry about talking or not talking to Randy. But now, he was alone and if Glenn walked in and saw Randy standing even five feet from John, he'd lose it.
"Hey, Randy." John tried to be monotonous so that Randy would think that he wasn't in a good mood, but his tone didn't dissuade the younger man. Instead, he placed his hand on John's shoulder and rubbed it sensually. It would have turned him on…had it been Glenn. However, Randy wasn't Glenn and that made all the difference.
"Randy, don't touch me please."
Instead of the hand dropping from his shoulder, it continued to rub circles and massage and John felt himself growing irritated. And he knew that Randy was pleased by this. Hell, everyone knew that John belonged to Glenn, Randy especially knew that, and he just loved making things difficult for them. Evan thought that it was because Randy had hoped that Glenn would leave John if the tattooed man kept it up, but the larger man wasn't going to leave John, not for all of the money in the world and especially not because of some punk.
"Come on, Johnny. We used to be so close and now, you avoid me like the plague. I thought we were friends." John sighed and finished tying his shoe. Although he was getting annoyed at Randy, he also felt guilt. Randy was, after all, still his friend and he deserved some sort of explanation. For the…fifth time, apparently.
"We are friends, Randy. Just friends." John stood up and went to grab his wrist bands when he was slammed into the lockers. Randy's body was hot and sweaty against his own, having already put on his ring gear and oiled himself. His breath ghosted over John's ear and he could feel Randy's need press against his ass.
"We're more than just friends, John. We've always been more; you're just too stubborn to admit it." John flinched when Randy kissed his neck and he felt the man grin against his flesh.
"Randy…leave…me...alone. Now." His 'friend' laughed and nipped at his neck, pressing his body closer to John's, rubbing himself against John's ass.
"I don't think so, John. You say that you love Glenn, that you want and need him, but he's only a stand in for what you really want. There's no reason to deny yourself anymore, baby. I'm right here, ready to take you and make you mine. You just need to let me." John growled and tried to break free, but Randy had the upper hand and he was slammed against the lockers once again.
"I won't force you to bow down to me, John. Our relationship won't be base on fear. I'm not Glenn and I won't frighten you into sleeping with me. Just say yes, John, and you'll get all of the pleasure you could ever want and need."
"Hey! What the hell is going on here?" John turned his head and saw that Evan was standing in the locker room, his gym bag on the floor and his hands on his hips. His normally warm, doe-brown eyes were glaring daggers at Randy. Straightening up some, lessening his grip, Randy observed Even before laughing and releasing John.
"Nice to know that you bitches look out for each other." Evan's eyes narrowed and John looked on, slightly surprised. He's only ever seen Evan upset, never straight up angry or pissed off, but the smaller wrestler was definitely pissed off and it astounded John.
"Just because you're dick's only five inches long doesn't give you the right to force yourself on everyone up in here. And just because you can't get laid to save your life doesn't mean we're bitches. John and I loving being with Glenn and Mark and you need to keep your damn nose out of it or suffer the consequences."
John watched Randy as Evan bitched him out. The tattooed man's body became ridged and tense and his pale eyes narrowed dangerously at Evan. For a brief moment, John feared for his friend's life. Randy was a dangerous man, almost as dangerous at Glenn, but Evan was under the protection of the Undertaker and no one in their right mind would mess with him and not expect to pay the price for it.
"You may suck Mark's dick on a regular basis, but that doesn't guarantee that you're out of harm's way. Mark my words, Bourne, you will pay for this." Randy's narrowed eyes looked over at John, who met them briefly before looking away.
"We're not finished here, John. Remember my words and don't forget that I'll be watching you. I'm always watching you." Holding his head up high, Randy left the locker room, making sure that his left side slammed into Evan on his way out. The high flyer growled before picking up his gym bag and making his way over to John.
"Are you okay, Johnny? He didn't hurt you or anything, did he?"
John tried to give Evan a reassuring smile, but he couldn't quite manage it. That entire incident fucked with him a lot more than it should have. Glenn was sure to hear about it and Lord only knew what he'd do to John. Although John liked the good kind of punishment, whenever Randy was involved, he was always given the bad kind of punishment. Even when he didn't do or say anything! He hated upsetting his Glenn, his master, and he knew all too well that Glenn could leave him at a moment's notice. Life had taught him that nothing was certain and guaranteed, and that was a lesson he'd never forget. Evan must have sensed this, because he gave John an understanding look and patted his forearm.
"Don't worry, John. Mark'll be here any minute and so will Glenn. When we tell them what happened, Glenn won't punish you. He can't! It's not your fault and-"
"Evan…Just…just don't. Please?" John grabbed his wrist bands and put them on before he headed towards the locker room door.
"I'm going to…go lift some weights or something. Get ready for the show tonight, okay? I'll see you later."
John was out the door before Evan could even answer. His master was going to be pissed when he found out about this. Randy was one of a handful of people that could trigger Glenn and his rage bad enough to warrant protection from security. He had no doubt in his mind that Glenn would, eventually, get pissed off enough that he'd go after Randy someday and beat the shit out of him. Doing that was one of his and Mark's specialties, and John had seen firsthand how deadly and lethal the brothers could be.
Yes, he knew that Randy being all over him and just being an ass wasn't his fault, but John knew that Glenn wouldn't see it like that. John belonged to Glenn, was owned by the man and attached to him through his body, heart, and soul and, surely, there was something about John that attracted other men. To Glenn, John was doing something, whether consciously or subconsciously, that attract Randy to him and he wanted to squash that something, eliminate it so that John could only ever belong to him. However, John wasn't too sure if Glenn realized that the punishments Glenn inflicted upon him were horrible and made him, literally, sick to his stomach.
Somehow, John had reached the bathrooms and he immediately entered the men's room. He was practically dry heaving and if he was going to throw up then he'd do it in the bathroom instead of in the hallway. Thinking about what Glenn would do or say made him lose his lunch and John remained locked away in his bathroom stall until Evan came and collected him for the house show.
