(Once again we are loving all the great feedback. Unrelated to anything I have a crush on Finn Balor. Wow he is an amazing wrestler.)
Randy was heading down the hall when he crossed paths with the last soul he wanted to see. "Hey I was just coming to see you." Bray told him with a smile. He hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail.
"Yeah, I just bet." Randy told him with narrowed eyes.
"Damn, I told you that stuff isn't good in your condition."
"Bray...shut up and bug off." Randy spat at him venomously.
"What? I thought we had fun last night." Bray told him.
"I thought so too...but then heard you went and had more fun with John." The smile was wiped from Bray's face. "Yeah, I heard." Randy told him.
"Hey...so I wanted more and didn't want to take advantage of you." Bray tried to tell him.
"But if you really meant what you said you wouldn't have gone sniffing around my Ex." Randy told him, going to move past him.
Bray moved to grab his arm. Next thing Bray knew he was sitting on his ass on the floor holding his nose with Randy glaring down at him. "Don't touch me again...I would say don't you dare touch John either...but that is his call." Randy then turned, heading for the elevator. John waited until he heard a knock on the door. He moved to open it and let Randy in. When John opened the door there was still a dangerous look to his ex's eyes. He slowly flexed his right hand. John stepped back a little on instinct, his eyes widening slightly. He did not think Randy would actually hurt him but there was a hardness in his eyes and his hand flexed like he wanted to strike him.
Randy walked in, shutting the door. "You may have lost your toy." He commented as he moved past John to the couch, slipping down on it.
"W-Why?" John asked once he got his voice back.
"We crossed paths and he dare put his hand on me after I told him to bug off." Randy told him with a purse of his lips.
"Oh...I'm sorry." John moved to sit down on a chair. "He can be quite persistent." The older man could smell the alcohol on Randy from where he sat.
"I told him not to touch me again. I also said I would tell him not to touch you either...but that's your call not mine." Randy told him. John's face flushed as he nodded. He remembered begging Bray to take him. He did not know if he would be strong enough to stay away from the crazed man.
"I know I may regret this….what is it th-that he does for you?" Randy asked, looking down.
John was quiet a few minutes before slowly speaking. "If I tell you...you promise not to think I'm a freak?"
"It takes all kinds." Randy replied. "Plus if you now don't tell me my mind will go off in while directions."
The room was silent a few minutes before John spoke. "I like to be...hurt. But in an erotic way. Remember the time you bought me the bondage kit for my birthday?"
"Yeah, I locked you in the cuffs and made you the birthday cake." Randy joked. "Hold on...hurt as in more then that?"
"I liked that..feeling helpless and letting go...I kept the kit in the closet." John replied after another minute. "Bray...blindfolds me. He hit me with a belt and spanked my ass and thighs. It feels freeing...all the stress from work and life just kind of melts away and I get the best sleep of my life."
"He did that...last night?" Randy asked.
"Yeah...I liked it so much I bought toys to use when I'm alone." John admitted almost shyly. "A butt plug, a dildo, one of those gags made out of a ball and some rope...I've liked that shit since my birthday...was just too embarrassed to say anything...somehow he just knew."
"Well that's toys and restraint...you said you like to be hurt. He used a belt. Was that last night too?"
"Yeah...he used his hand on my ass then a belt...seemed to know what he was doing." When Randy did not seem to be freaking out as expected John stood and pulled down his shorts so the younger man could see the marks on his round cheeks.
"Fuck Ba...John." Randy exclaimed. "And you got off on that?"
John pulled his shorts up and sat down. His eyes were lowered slightly as he nodded. "I asked for...more."
"Hey...I have no room to judge, John. Fuck, look at the shit I do to myself when I get stressed." Randy told him.
John raised his eyes slowly. "So you see...I'm not in love with Bray or even in lust with him...I just like how he makes me feel...I'm blindfolded." He paused. "There is one thing bothering me though...one night when you were staying with me in Florida...he somehow got into my house."
"Fuck...that's….unsettling." Randy told him.
"Yeah...you were downstairs and I was in my room...I felt like someone was watching me...next thing I knew I heard Bray asking me if I needed help from him. He told me to close my eyes and put a blindfold on me." John told Randy. "He asked if I needed help because I was...jerking off. To one of those racy pictures the fans made of us."
"And you were too heated to give a damn...is that it?" Randy wondered.
"Pretty much...guess he caught me with my pants down." John gave a dry laugh. "When I woke up he was gone. Still no clue how he got in without a code."
"No clue...I wish I could give you that feeling though….not him. I don't trust him." Randy told him.
"I wouldn't ask that from you, Ran. I know it's not your way." John told the man. "It doesn't mean I don't love being with you though." He suddenly remembered a distant memory. "Remember when you used the kendo stick on me in our Breaking Point match? I fucking loved that."
"Is that why you practically raped me in the shower?" Randy laughed lightly.
"I didn't practically rape you!" John sputtered as he argued. "I was the bottom not you."
"You groped me and got down to blow me...teasing me over and over until you got me begging to take you."
John gave an intake of breath at the memory. "I-I remember...damn you sounded hot like that...begging to be buried in my ass."
"Damned tease." Randy told him.
John felt his cock stirring. Truth be told he had already been semi heated from the porn but this only made it worse. "Want me to tease you again?" He offered thickly. "I know you can't fuck me with your ribs but if you don't move too much I could ride you."
"Fuck B…" Randy sighed. "Sorry." He thought a moment. "Are you sure?"
"Sure...I offered didn't I?" John pointed toward the sleeping area. "Get comfortable on the bed. I'll have you begging for me in no time." Randy got up moving into the bedroom and began stripping down. John stayed clothed except for taking off his shirt. He was in the mood to tease the hell out of Randy tonight.
"Putting a show on, Johnny?"
"Nope...just want to hear you beg for it later." John winked at him.
"Bad Boy." Randy commented as he got on the bed, tucking his hand behind his head.
John neared the bed, taking in Randy's nude form. "God, you look hotter all the time." He mumbled in adoration. He climbed on the bed himself and moved until he was directly over the younger man's soft cock. He bent to slowly run his tongue up the length, taking the head past his lips.
"Mmm...th-thanks, John...you're not a shabby one yourself." Randy replied as he closed his eyes to take in the feeling. John worked his magic until he felt Randy was fully hard with his mouth. He then stopped a moment to let the younger man suffer with a dimpled smile full of mischief. Randy gave a frustrated groan. "Playing games tonight?"
John nodded as he removed his mouth completely. "I want to tease you so bad...I love hearing the Viper pleading for my ass." He took pity on Randy and went back to work, taking the thick cock almost to the base.
"Fuck, John...yo-you know that doesn't take much." Randy moaned at the feeling. John continued his torment, blowing Randy until the man grew needy and then stopped, pulling him back from the edge. His own member was pressing against the material of his shorts, begging for its release. Time and time again he drove them both to almost madness.
"Damn, John...gonna give me a heart attack at this rate." Randy nearly whined. "Just give it to me already….or shall I say take it from me."
John removed his mouth from Randy's cock. His eyes were slightly dark as he looked up at him. "Tell me you need me...beg me for my ass." John asked almost desperately.
"Fuck, Johnny...get out of those things...slick me up and let me feel that ass swallow it all up." Randy pleaded.
"That's what I wanted to hear." John hurried to pull off his shorts, revealing his own needy state. He soon had Randy lubed and straddled him to impale himself with a deep groan. "Fuck yeah...been aching for this, Daddy." He slipped out.
"Go ahead, Johnny….take it." Randy told him as he opened his eyes to watch him.
"P-Please call me Baby...just seems right when we are together like this." John groaned as he moved to begin riding Randy once he was fully seated. "At least until you find a new Baby."
"You are my Baby. You know that." Randy moaned faintly. Randy's phone could be heard going off. "Who the fuck! Just ignore it, Baby….please."
"Sure, Daddy...fuck them for now." John's breath grew labored as his actions became more desperate. He gave a moan of pleasure as he hit the right angle to bring jolts from his sweet spot. "Mmm...right there."
"Yeah that's it...keep going, Baby...fuck." The men groaned and gave heated sounds as the smell of sex filled the air. It was almost as if time had vanished and they were in the past when it was just them and nothing else mattered. John felt the pressure building in him until he relented and gave a cry as he came.
"Shit, Baby….almost there." Randy moaned unsure if John would stop or keep going. John continued to ride Randy even after he was spent, wanting his Daddy to get off too. It wasn't long before Randy tensed, giving a strangled moan before he came himself. His body relaxed except his chest heaving.
John slowly pulled his body away from Randy and collapsed to the bed while he tried to get his breath. "That was good."
"Yeah….it was." Randy panted before giving a faint cough. "Ouch."
"Fuck...was it too much?" John worried as he looked over at Randy.
"Well, that was a strenuous workout." Randy tried to joke.
"Hey...I thought I did all the work." John joked as he moved to stand up. "Just relax and I'll bring you a cloth and wipe you down."
"Thanks, Baby." Randy replied.
John smiled at the endearment. "No problem. Be right back." He walked into the bathroom to wipe off.
As John walked away Randy raised a hand to his head, feeling another headache. "Fuck." He closed his eyes to block some of the light in the room. John took a little time in the bathroom as he had to wipe down his ass and front before leaving.
"John?" Randy asked when he thought he heard John walk back in. His head pounded so bad he didn't know if he did or not. John did not reply as he was still in the bathroom. Randy just sighed, figuring it must have been his imagination.
John returned a few minutes later with a warm cloth. He walked near the bed where Randy was laying. "Let's get you all cleaned up." He gave a smile.
Randy opened his eyes to see if he actually heard John that time before he cringed closing them again. "Okay...damn."
"What's wrong, Daddy?" John looked at Randy in concern, seeing the way his face was a grimace of pain. "Your ribs that bad?"
"Mo-more my head." Randy told him. "You so-sound muffled."
Worry filled John's eyes as he ran a hand over Randy's head. "Fuck, that's not good...may be the alcohol. Just close your eyes and relax."
"May-maybe...can you check who was texting me this late...if it as him I'll kill him." Randy groaned.
John moved to look at Randy's phone. "Um...no looks like Hunter. He said to call him ASAP."
"Fuck." Randy groaned. "This late...means trouble. My head can't handle him yelling."
"Sorry, Ran. I doubt he would appreciate my calling." John said as he moved to wash Randy's cock with the cloth. "You can wait until later and say you were asleep."
"Yeah...if it don't clear soon...may need to see Doc." Randy sighed. Randy admitting he may have a problem?
John was shocked to hear the younger man. "Yeah you should. Had I known you were that bad I wouldn't have suggested our fun."
"Didn't feel it until after, John." Randy sighed.
"Well, just relax. You can stay the night if you want." John moved to lay on the empty side of the bed. He was still naked from his shower but he kept a small space between them so he would not come across as pushy.
"Thanks, Johnny...night."
John moved to switch off the light. It felt nice to go to bed with Randy again. "Night, Ran." He got comfortable to try and sleep. Randy tried to sleep but his head kept pounding and hearing his own heart ringing in his ears. He tried to keep quiet not wanting to wake John. John drifted off to sleep but it was not the dead sleep he enjoyed after playing with Bray. Randy got up at one point in the night. He tumbled in the dark until he reached the main part of the suite, moving to get redressed. John did not hear Randy as he had fallen into a deep sleep by that point. He was curled on his side as he rested.
Randy left the room, heading down the hall not even sure where he was heading. The rest of the night was a blur to the younger man. John woke early the next morning when his phone alarm went off. He had an early day with three appointments before the afternoon. He was surprised to see an empty space where Randy's body had been the night before. "Damn, he must have really had a busy day." He mumbled to himself as he got up to dress. "He could have said goodbye."
Bray had most of his media work canceled while he dealt with a black eye and a swollen nose. He was more then glad for the time away from the public to bask in his work. Meanwhile Randy snapped from whatever what happening to him to find himself shivering in a tunnel somewhere. "What the fuck?" His pant's were filthy, his shirt ripped. Randy wondered if he was mugged, but feeling his pockets he found his phone. Last thing he remember was John's room. He could see light at the end of the tunnel. "Fuck...what time is it? He pulled out the phone to see no signal. He started to make his way toward the exit.
John knew nothing of Randy's plight as he dressed and went down to the hotel restaurant to enjoy a nice breakfast before his radio interview. He was a little concerned over Randy's physical condition the night before and how early he must have left. Once Randy was in daylight he tried to look around despite his head wanting to start to pound again. He wanted to call someone but who? The police and tell them what? Hunter and deal with him yelling before he could get two words out? John? What could John do though. Randy was in a strange town and no clue where in that town he was. He was cold and barefoot. He guessed his first step was to try to get his bearings then find a way back to the hotel.
John sent Randy a text before he took off for his first appointment. #You took off early on me. Enjoyed last night. Hope you are feeling better.#
Randy heard the phone and found a place out of the way and sun to look. His heart ached a little at the message. #Something is wrong with me, John. I don't know where I am.#
John was in the back of a taxi when he got the message. His heart immediately pounded with worry at the words as he quickly wrote back. #You don't know where you are? I'm confused. Did your take a wrong turn somehow?#
#I must have blacked out or something. I don't remember leaving your room. I'm in a park somewhere.#
If John was worried before he was beyond desperate now. How badly had Randy hurt his head in the accident? He dialed Randy's phone number to talk to the younger man in person. "Hello?" Randy replied answering.
"Ran, listen to me." John spoke calmly. "You need to either use your phone to look up the address to a hospital here in the city and call a cab to take you there or call 911 and let them locate you with your phone GPS. You were having severe headaches..to not even remember leaving my room there must be a real problem. You need to be checked out."
"Oh...GPS...should of thought of that...guess 911...don't have wallet on me." Randy replied.
"Fuck...were you mugged or is it in my room still?" John asked.
"I...I don't remember if I even brought it to your room." Randy replied.
"Don't worry about it, Ran. Just call them. I'm in a taxi on my way to an interview." John told him, worry in his tone. "Tell them to call me with the name of the hospital...fuck the rest of my work day."
"You can't just shove off your work. You already talked the company into giving you time off when the accident happened. Ju...just call Hunter for me."
John sighed. "Fine. Please take care of yourself."
"Okay...I'll call or message later." Randy replied.
"Bye." John hung up the phone. By that point the cab arrived at his destination. John paid the fare and got out. Standing outside the building of the radio station he gave Hunter a call.
"Morning, John." Hunter answered the phone. "Everything okay at the interview?"
"I haven't gone in yet. There's trouble with Randy." John told him bluntly. "He's been complaining about his head hurting since the accident. He just contacted me and said he's in a park somewhere and doesn't remember leaving the hotel. I told him to call 911."
"Great...just great. On top of everything else...um forget I said that." Hunter replied. "I'll see if we can find out where he is...thanks, John."
"No problem. Keep me informed please." John replied.
"I will. Later, John." Hunter hung up the call to begin making others. Randy needed to be found and treated. Hunter didn't like the sound of it though. John forced himself to get through his work day even while he was worried sick. He knew Randy would not want him to neglect his job.
It was late afternoon before John's phone rang. John eating a late lunch when his phone went off. He hurried to answer it. "Hello? Randy?"
"Sorry, John." Hunter gruff tone replied. "It's not good." He told John then continued. "They are holding him for evaluation and testing."
"Damn..." There was so much stress and worry in the simple word. "Is he not coherent at all?"
"What little I am finding out he is having calm moments but then violent episodes." Hunter admitted. "He already attacked one nurse."
"Fuck!" John blurted before thinking. "Sorry...just that's terrible. There really must be something wrong from the crash."
"Seems that way. The thing is as long as he is deemed violent they won't release him. If anything police may be called in for staff protection." Hunter's voice sounded as concerned as John's did.
John gave a worried sigh. "Damn...Ran's like my best friend. Anything I can do?"
"No...sorry, John. I don't even know if they would let you in to see him if you go."
"I still might try to see him after my last appointment." John said stubbornly.
"I'll give the hospital a heads up." Hunter told John. "Good luck."
"Thanks...for keeping me informed." John paused. "I guess you must have heard I ended things with Nikki?"
"Steph informed me...you know she works closely with the girls." Hunter told him.
"I...I know that means Divas will no longer be filmed at my place...I hated to but things weren't working out." John told him.
"That's for you to work out with the production guys when they contact you." Hunter told John.
"Okay...talk to you later." John hung up the phone and gave a sigh. He was so worried about his ex lover. Having violent spells and not knowing where you are did not sound good. The rest of the day seemed to drag by until John was free to head to the hospital. Hunter texted him the location and name so he was able to find it without much trouble. He walked inside and kindly asked the receptionist about Randy's location.
It took some checking and even a couple phone calls before the information was released to John and he was allowed up to the floor Randy was. He was moved to a secure wing that John had to pass a security check before he was allowed in. John walked into the room at last, having no idea what condition Randy would be in but hoping for the best. Randy's head was turned toward the window looking out. Padded leather cuffs and straps secured his wrists to the bed. John swallowed a lump in his throat at the sight but tried to put on a smile for Randy's sake. "Hey, Ran." He said in a calm tone as he walked closer to the bed.
Randy slowly turned his head looking. "Oh fuck." He almost whispered. "Hey, John." His eyes looked bloodshot and faintly distant.
He put his hand on Randy's shoulder once he was close enough. "I came as soon as I could. I'm so sorry you're going through this shit."
"Not your fault. Guess I went of the deep end...or so I'm being told."
"You don't remember...attacking a nurse?" John asked as he took a seat.
"No." Randy sighed. "An-and at least because of the possible head injury they won't medically sedate me...so I am stuck with these things." He commented lightly tugging the cuffs.
"I'm sure that sucks...sorry, Ran." John's eyes looked troubled as he took the younger man in. "I was so worried when I found out you didn't remember leaving my room."
"Imagine how I felt?" Randy commented. "Falling asleep in your room and waking up on a tunnel or storm drain of some kind."
"Fuck...I'm just glad you weren't mugged or killed." John told him. "I guess the accident was worse than we thought on your head."
"They said effects of a concussion can last months sometimes." Randy sighed. "Fuck, Johnny. I don't know if I can handle this."
"I know, Ran...try to stay strong." John moved to rest a hand on top of one of Randy's bound ones. "I'll be here for you as much as I can. Sadly I have to be at an interview early in the morning."
"I know...you can't risk your work over me. Damn...always thought things would go wrong from something in the ring."
John gave a nod. "None of us can see the future, Ran...I wanted you to know...I really enjoyed our time in the hotel. All of it."
"Me too, Johnny...me too." Randy cringed, closing his eyes.
"Just take it easy...I'll be here for company but we don't have to talk." John assured him as he noticed the cringe.
"Okay." Randy sighed. "Seems worse with bright lights." Randy shook his head lightly. "Th-they said tha-that's when I snapped. They were trying to check my eyes and I flipped."
"Damn." Was all John could think of to say. He sat a few hours in near silence, just keeping Randy company while he rested.
An order walked in later on to kindly tell John he had to go. John nodded and slowly stood. He bent to kiss Randy gently once they were alone in the room. "Bye, Daddy..I'll be back." He whispered near his ear. John was still afraid but a part of him worried about losing Randy.
"Hope so, Johnny." Randy replied. John gave Randy a final look before leaving. He got a ride back to his hotel room with a heavy heart. Once there he stripped down for bed. The room felt so empty.
Once again when John was alone he could get the feeling he wasn't. John thought the room felt heavy, like was being watched. He tried to ignore the creepy feeling as he stripped to his briefs and got into bed to browse his email messages. Thoughts filtered John mind, thought of what if? What if Randy had one of those episodes around him? What about around one of the Divas? "He'll get better or they won't let him out." John said to himself. He could not focus on his phone so he put it away and relaxed in bed. He closed his eyes with a sigh. "I miss you, Daddy. More than you know."
With his eyes closed they became visions. That dark crazed Viper's stare glare down at him. Hands flexing towards him. John opened his eyes with a pounding heart. He was getting too carried away with this. Even if Randy did try something he could stop him. John could easily take care of himself. He cut the light before trying a second time to drift off. Once John fell asleep he was greeted by his own version of Randy's bloody nightmare. Randy standing before him with blood on his body and the sick smile. A handgun in his grip. "I did it for you, Baby...all for you."
The dream John looked in horror at the lifeless Nikki on the bed. "No...Ran, what have you done? P-Put the gun away. You don't want it like this!"
"You still turning me away, John?" Randy nearly screamed, almost shaking the gun at him. "She didn't deserve you...NONE OF THEM DID!"
John raised his hands to show he meant no harm. "No, Ran...I love you...but look what you did. They'll take you away for this...you'll regret it." He moved backward some to put distance between them.
"What you going to turn me in? For my own good?" Randy asked stepping closer. "If I won't have you no one will."
John backed up until his back was to the wall. Randy was so close he could feel the man's breath in his face. He knew Randy could drop him in a second with the gun. "P-please, Ran. Just let me go." He said as he looked up into the taller man's eyes.
Randy braced his arm against John's throat pressing...pinning him to the wall. "I'm not letting you go, John...never ever again." He crashed his lips harshly against John's John gave a surprised gasp at the kiss. Randy's lips were so demanding that John could taste blood. He groaned as the younger man forced his tongue inside of his mouth, not knowing whether to be turned on or scared shitless. "I let you go, John...you will turn me in...I know that...you are too good to just walk away with me." Randy spoke in a low deadly tone. his face still so close to John's their lips still almost brushed.
John tried to get his wits about him after the mind numbing kiss. "I..won't turn you in...I'll say I found her this way."
"Then what, John...what of us?" Randy asked his steel grey eyes peering into John's.
John tried to think of what to say that would not get him killed. "I...I don't know, Ran. You know I care about you...please give me time."
"No...no gave you time before and you turned to her...I'm sorry, Baby." The word sounded cold as John felt something hard pressed to his chest. A sharp sound the all when black. John sat up in bed with a cry. Sweat ran down his face and his heart was pounding wildly. His eyes darted around the room as it slowly registered to him it had been a dream.
