(Hope you all had a nice week. Just to clarify, you will notice another voice speaking regularly in the story that is not actually Randy. Randy suffers from multiple personality disorder as you will find out in later chapters so anything said out of quotation marks is the voice in his head and not him.)
John fell into a deep sleep. He didn't wake up until the next morning when his phone alarm went off. He gave a groan as he moved to shut it off. The soreness between his legs reminded him of the night before. He realized he had not even had dinner the evening before, which was highly unusual for him. He moved to dress so he could go downstairs and cook since Randy had contacted Sasha and canceled. John was already downstairs with no sign of Randy when the younger man began to stir from his position on the floor. He hissed at the pain that wanted to radiate through his shoulders.
John busied himself cooking breakfast. He tried to move on from the night before and push away the cloud looming over his day. Once everything was done and the table was set, he walked to Randy's bedroom, knocking on the door. Randy lifted his head from the bed. He was holding a hand to his forehead. "It's open." 'Here it comes.' "Shut up." Randy whispered with a groan to the ever present voice.
John walked in. His eyes looked uncertain. Faint marks could be seen on his neck although he was dressed. "I have breakfast...I have to head out after I pack."
"Of course." Randy replied. Moving his hand, a small knot could be seen forming on his head. He swallowed hard. "I am sorry, Johnny." He looked at him with a softness that seemed uncommon on the younger man's face.
John felt a lump in his throat at Randy's sincerity. He gave a nod. "What happened to your head?"
"I must have fallen out of bed or something last night." Randy replied as he stood with a stiff groan. "I...um...I woke up on the floor this morning." He looked almost embarrassed. 'Great, not only will he hate you he thinks you're a fool.' Randy's eyes hardened and darted around, as if trying to find the source of the taunts.
John was taken off guard by the sudden change on Randy's face. "What's wrong?" The look reminded him of the cold Viper on the prowl in the ring.
Randy shook his head, taking a breath and looked at John. "Nothing...my ears are just ringing. Must of hit my head when I fell."
"Damn...well, you might want to ice that knot." John said finally. "Just so you know I won't be home again until next Friday."
"Okay...we can still talk though." Randy commented. 'Way to push it...lucky you're not out on your ass or worse.' Randy tensed faintly, closing his eyes.
John nodded, looking confused. "Well, we need to eat." He turned to lead the way to the kitchen. His walk was off as the bruises on his inner thighs were painful. Randy opened his eyes and followed John, taking in how he was moving and in some way it hurt the younger man to see it. He was a monster, why did John let him stay?
"Thanks for cooking." Randy commented as he moved for an ice pack.
"Of course. You know I enjoy it." John replied. The table was set for two with the normal fare of eggs. John winced as he took his seat, taking a sip of his hot coffee. Randy sat down and slowly ate, even if in the moment his appetite seemed to want to elude him.
John was quiet as he ate. He finally spoke. "How are things going at work?"
"Wh...oh." Randy looked up. "Honestly, not the best. Seems many of the clients are other wrestlers that want to give me a wide berth." Randy told John. "Rob keeps telling me he has feelers out for fresh blood, but I haven't seen anything yet." He looked back down, taking a bite. "I may have a prospect for a job...if I can get clearance to travel."
John nodded. "Sounds promising. What is it?"
Randy gave a dry laugh. "Would you believe Dixie has feelers out on me?" He spoke of TNA.
John looked shocked then smiled. "I'm glad, Ran. I hope it works out for you. I'd hate to see someone with talent not be able to use it."
"Thanks...we know Vince won't be opening doors anytime soon." Randy told John with a faint smile and dry laugh. John nodded. He knew it was true. After they finished eating, he cleaned the kitchen before heading upstairs to pack for another week. Randy went to do his daily check in. He hated that damn monitor. He then went to see if John needed any help before he took off glad for now he dodged that bullet he felt was heading his way.
John was finishing up when Randy offered his help. "Well, that's about it. See you next week." He told Randy. His phone went off and he moved to answer it. "Hey, Sasha. Yeah sorry...tell Renee sorry as well...maybe another day." He listened as Sasha spoke into the phone.
'He's already making plans. How bold can you be?' Randy's eyes shifted like he was nervous then looked at John. "Damn, your fast." He sighed. "Well, I'll see you when you get back."
John nodded as he ended the call. "Sure. Take care." He paused, not knowing what to do.
Randy stood there, his heart racing. 'He wants you to make a move.' Randy bit his lip, unsure if that was right. He then raised his eyes to John. "Would I be stepping my bounds if I got a kiss?" 'Idiot he doesn't want questions! He wants action.'
John's face relaxed slightly. "No." He moved to give Randy a kiss.
Randy moved to return the kiss lightly, putting his arms around John, fighting the urge to turn the kiss hard. He slowly let go and pulled back. "Okay. You don't want to miss your flight."
John looked shocked and then a little disappointed. It was not the way Randy normally kissed him at all. "Guess the honeymoon is over." He joked. "Some of the divas kiss me like that."
"Really now?" Randy commented thickly with his eyes darkening. He grabbed John, pulling him tightly against. His chest heaved against John's before he cupped the back of his head and leaned in to kiss him deeply and fully.
John gave a moan against Randy's lips. The hard, passionate kisses turned his knees to weak Jello. Randy broke the kiss with a smirk. "Still say I kiss like a diva?" 'If he does find out which slut is mashing their lips with him.'
"No." John panted as he tried to calm down. His body felt flushed and warm. "I'll see you soon."
"Yeah...see ya soon, Johnny." Randy gave a hungry look as he moved out of John's way. John cursed his flight but knew he had to go. He gave Randy one last look before taking his luggage downstairs and out to his waiting car. In a short time he was on the road to the airport.
Randy moved to the downstairs office to check some messages. Among them was one from his contact at TNA. He laughed, wondering if they realized how desperate they were sounding to get him. He knew it meant seeing his therapist soon and convincing them he was fine and get them to allow him to travel more than a day away at a time. John went back on the road as always. The first house show back he passed Sasha in the hallway after the show. "Hey. Sorry I cancelled." He apologized. "I forgot it was my day off."
She smiled at John. "It's fine, John...it happens." She shrugged "How about drinks?" She lightly twirled a few strands on her hair. She looked at him, seeing faint cringes as he stood there. "Unless you just want to go relax or something?"
"It would be nice to relax with a drink." John agreed. He tried not to show how sore he was feeling.
"Cool...I know you normally drive yourself...I can let Becky know I have a ride back if you like?" Sasha asked.
"Yeah...sure." John replied. He knew what Randy said but what harm was there in a drink with a coworker?
"Okay." She gave a coy smile. "About ten in the lot sound good to you?"
"Sure thing." John nodded. He walked to get his gym bag and then walked to the car to wait.
Sasha came out a few minutes after John. "Becks is taking my bag back for me." She smiled. "You have a place in mind?"
John nodded. "Some of the guys are hanging at a local pub." He helped Sasha get in the car before sliding in the driver's seat. They were soon on their way. Sasha tried not to show her disappointment over a crowded spot. What else did she expect though? She glanced over, watching John as he drove.
They pulled up a short time later in front of a busy pub. John parked and hopped out to get the door for Sasha. "Well, aren't you a gentleman." She laughed, getting out looking. "Hmmm nothing like our old hang out spots."
"True." John agreed as they walked. "How's your cousin by the way?"
"Oh, you know Snoop. Still doing his thing his own way." Sasha replied.
"That's cool." John smiled. They got comfortable and ordered a few drinks. The place was crowded but they enjoyed a good conversation. Every time John would shift and feel the bruises he was reminded of Randy's warning. After they had been there around an hour John's phone rang. He gulped, seeing Randy's number. Not wanting to look guilty, he quickly answered the call. "Hey."
"Hey...I didn't catch you still at the arena did I?" Randy asked, hearing the noise in the background.
"No...just having a drink with some coworkers at a pub." John replied.
"That's cool. I would say tell them I said hi, but that may be strange." Randy replied. Sasha was stirring her drink slowly with the stirrer that was in it as she slowly moved her foot to rub against John's leg.
John looked a little uncomfortable at the actions. "Yeah...um, I'm just having a drink with Sasha to make up for breakfast."
"Thought you said co-workers...as in more than one?" Randy asked, a huff of breath heard over the phone. Sasha took a sip of her drink, letting her foot trail higher under the table as her eyes focused on John.
"There are others too...Dean, Renee, AJ...I'm just chatting with her over a drink." John replied. He tried not to gasp at the touch from Sasha.
"Oh...mind if I call you later? Don't want to have you be rude." Randy wondered.
"Sure...later, Ran." John ended the call, looking at Sasha. "Sorry."
She smiled at John. "That's fine. Wow, I heard the rumors...Ran...as in Randy right?" Her foot still lightly brushed John's leg near the knee.
"Yeah...he's staying with me right now." John admitted.
"For helping a guy out sounded like he was giving you the third degree there. Everything okay?" She asked, actually moving her foot away.
John gave a sigh. "It's kind of private...I'm sure you heard Nikki and I split up. I'm...kind of seeing Randy...nothing serious yet."
"Oh damn." Sasha looked nervous before taking a large sip of her drink. "Honestly, I did know about you and Nikki...well, suspected it anyways." She licked her lips, looking down then at John. "Does he see it that way though?"
"No." John admitted. "I keep telling him...he's the possessive type though."
"Then why even let it get started?" She asked. She reached a hand over to touch John's. She looked as if she was getting ready to say something else but then shut her mouth before anything could come out.
"I don't know...I can't seem to turn him down." John said. "It's complicated."
"That's dangerous, John." Sasha told him, patting his hand. "Um...is that why you're moving stiff? Is everything okay with you two? Well, besides the possessive thing. That's never a good thing."
John looked uneasy at the question. "That's personal...maybe I should go. I'm a little tired."
"No...please. I'm sorry, John." Sasha told him quickly but still moved her hand away. "I didn't mean to pry. If you want to go we can."
"I just think...you may want something I can't give right now." John said quietly. "If I'm reading you correctly."
Sasha lowered her head, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah…" She said low. "I knew you were on the outs with Nikki...so...well." She lightly shrugged. "I never thought you swung for the other team though."
"It's a recent discovery." John admitted. He chatted with Sasha a little before driving her back to the hotel. It was late when he reached his suite and collapsed on the bed.
John was in his room about ten minutes when his text when off. #Free now?# It was from Randy.
John groaned as he rolled to type a reply. #Yeah.# He stood to strip for bed, seeing how dark the bruises looked. The phone rang a moment later. John moved to grab it, panting slightly. "Hey, Ran."
"Hey...what's up?" Randy replied. "Hard night?"
"No...just a little sore. I'm stripping for bed." John replied.
"I wouldn't mind watching you strip down." Randy told him thickly. 'Wonder if he's really alone.'
John had to smile. "Thanks...I don't look the best...I'm bruised pretty bad." He moved to lay down.
"I would kiss each mark." Randy told him as he moved to lay down on the bed.
A part of John realized how wrong that sounded but he let it go. "I wish you were here."
"I wish I was too...I'm sure I could help you feel better." Randy replied. 'Also keep a better eye on him too.'
"Thanks...well, time flies. I'll be there next week." John said as he stretched out.
"Doesn't fly fast enough." Randy told him. "I'll let you get sleep...remember to give me a buzz. I feel better hearing you before bed."
"Okay...goodnight, Ran." John ended the call before cutting the light. Sasha's words of concern filled his head as he went to sleep. The days went by with Randy calling John nightly before he could think of calling. At times it felt like the younger man was only keeping tabs on him. When Friday came around, John flew home, hoping his day off would be better this time.
When John walked into the house he could smell roasting aromatics of beef in the air. John took in the smell as he rolled his luggage through the kitchen. "Ran?"
"I'm in the dining room." Randy called back.
John walked into the dining room, seeing Randy. "Hey...I'm going to take my luggage upstairs."
"Okay, Johnny...I took the liberty of starting dinner for us. Pot roast with root vegetables." Randy told John, looking over from his laptop. He slowly scanned John over.
"It smells great." John admitted. "I'll be right down." He walked out toward the elevator.
When John reached the bedroom, he saw lying on the bed were lounge pants and a robe. On the floor near them was slippers. John was shocked by the gesture. It was not the type of thing for Randy to do. He quickly began to put away his belongings. Randy moved to pick out a red wine, placing it in the chiller for the meal that night. He then peeked on the roast to make sure it wasn't cooking too fast. John joined Randy awhile later. He smelled of cologne and was dressed in the robe and lounge pants. "I take it these were for me?"
Randy looked with a smile. "Yeah...looks good." Randy moved over to John, moving for a hug and taking in the scent. "Oooo freshly washed too." He chuckled faintly.
"It was nice of you." John said gratefully. "All this is nice."
"Thanks...I want you to know I think about you more than just screwing when you're home." Randy told John as he moved to sit. "It's your Load Day so you can have potatoes right?"
"Yeah." John replied. He was genuinely touched by Randy's effort. "Need help with anything?"
"Nope think I have it handled. Shouldn't need to be touched for another hour." Randy informed John. "So what do you want to do to kill time?"
John shrugged. "Whatever you want. We could relax in the den."
"That sounds good." Randy grabbed his phone, setting a timer. The two men moved to relax on the couch with the TV on. John felt so relaxed in the soft robe. Slowly, Randy moved next to John on the couch, running a hand over John's arm.
John actually moved to lean on Randy, his head resting on his chest. Randy wrapped his arm over John's shoulders. "This feels nice." Randy commented.
"Yeah...so relaxing after the road." John agreed. "Best part is I'm off tomorrow too."
"Fun...you normally hit Hard Nocks though don...actually, that would have been today if you got in sooner." Randy thought out loud.
"I could swing by tomorrow...see how you're doing." John replied.
"Told ya...don't really have much in the way of clients...guess Rob hasn't gotten bites for me." Randy told him.
John nodded. "Yeah...sorry. I hoped it would work out better."
"Hey, I have a rep following me that isn't great." Randy admitted. "That's why I am debating Dixie's offer. Guess they don't shy from controversy." He gave a dry laugh. "If you need to go for a couple hours to touch base with Rob it's okay."
John nodded. "I may do that." Once dinner was prepared, they moved to the kitchen to eat. The food was delicious. John offered to do the clean up work afterward since Randy had cooked. Randy offered John's help but helped as well to get the job done.
Once they were finished, John turned to look at Randy. "Thanks...the food was amazing. I never knew you were such a good cook."
"Thanks, I have a lot of free time to learn." Randy told him. His eyes slowly roamed over John. "Although I enjoy filling my time with other things."
John gave a shaky breath. "Well...I haven't been filled in over two weeks."
"That an invitation?" Randy asked, stepping closer.
John gave a nod. "Yeah." He replied in a husky whisper.
Randy smirked. "Then get your butt up to your room and strip for me." John nodded. He walked to head upstairs to the master bedroom. Randy's eyes followed John for a few moments before he followed after him. When John reached the bedroom, he moved to take off the robe and then the pants. The bruises on his thighs were now gone.
"I love that sight." Randy commented when he walked in, closing the door. He walked behind John, pulling his hands by John's waist.
John leaned back against Randy's chest. "Touch me?" He whispered.
"Anywhere and however." Randy replied as one hand slid to wrap around John's body and the other dipped to glide over John's manhood.
"Did you...think about me this week?" John asked thickly. His cock jumped at Randy's light touch.
Randy lightly put his head on John's shoulder. "Silly question isn't it?" He lightly kissed the side of John's neck. "Daily." He replied thinkly. "And you?" He started to kiss John's neck again as he petted john's cock before taking a hold of it.
"Fuck." John groaned. "Yeah...I thought of you a lot...especially at night."
"Me warming your bed and your body after a long day." Randy commented thickly. He used his one hand to pull John closer to feel his cock pressing against him though his shorts. John groaned. Without realizing it, he began to grind his ass against Randy's clothed cock. "Mmmm Yeah." Randy husked out. "You want to feel me as bad as I do you…don't you, Johnny?"
"Yeah...want you buried in me." John whispered. "You taking me from behind...pushing my face into the bed."
Randy released John and slapped his ass. "Then get the lube and get in position." He stepped back to strip off his shorts. John walked to pull the lube out of the drawer. He climbed on the bed on all fours. "That's even a better sight." Randy commented, squeezing his cock as he moved for the bed taking the lube. "Fine if I don't stretch you tonight?"
"I guess so." John said. He moved a free hand to stroke his now hard cock.
Randy moved on the bed behind John, giving both cheeks a squeeze. He then used one hand to part the cheeks He used the other to guide his cock, pushing slowly inside. "Mmm Fuck."
"Faster...harder." John said with a groan. He was so heated for some reason. Randy moved both hands to John's waist as he could snapped his hip driving him fast and deep. A content moan left Randy's lips. He then moved one hand to the back to John's neck, pushing his head downward before he pulled back slowly only to snap forward.
"Yeah...fuck." John moaned out. His body was flush with sexual heat. Randy panted and moaned as he continued. He hadn't felt John in two weeks in this way and it was eating at him like an addict needing their fix. John was his drug and he needed his fill. Randy felt so deep at this angle and position. John moaned as his prostate was sending jolts to his dripping cock.
"Mmm I needed this, Johnny...fuck." Randy moaned as he picked up a good pace, pushing down on John's head each time he slammed forward. "So good."
"Going to cum soon." John announced as he felt the familiar build up.
"Mmmm Yeah...almost there I think too." Randy moaned out.
John gave his cock a tug and cried out as he came. "Fuck!"
"Oooo Yeah just a little more." Randy moaned as he continued pushing pash John's squeezing of his manhood.
John groaned as Randy pounded him after he was spent himself. "Come on, Ran. Cum for me."
"MMmmmm Fuck….OOoooo" Randy moaned out with a few more thrusts, cumming for John, filling him. Randy pulled out, moving to fall on the bed next to John then moved to pull the older man down with him.
John tried to catch his breath as he laid in bed. "Fuck...my bed." He groaned. "I need to buy myself some condoms."
Randy groaned. "Told you buy sheets that you can set aside for that...I can always put them on before you're due home."
"Yeah...I'll do that." John agreed. "It was good though." John's phone went off nearby on the nightstand. John reached over Randy to grab it. "Hello? Oh, hey, Sasha...I'm at home relaxing."
"Damn, I need to learn your schedule better." Sasha replied. "Am I bothering you?"
Randy's chest heaved with a glare. 'Can't that bitch take a hint to back off? Then again are we sure he was behaving around her? You know how he can be.' The dark voice in Randy's head asked.
"Uh...no...no. But it would be better to call some other time. I'm relaxing right now." John told her, trying to be polite.
"Yeah, John sure...maybe call me at your next house show and we can get drinks again?" Sasha told him.
"Yeah...talk to you then." John answered before ending the call. He saw a dark look in Randy's eyes as he sat the phone aside. "Sorry...just Sasha wanting to hang out."
"Can she be any more up your…." Randy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Sorry." 'Why the fuck are you apologizing?'
John looked taken back but nodded. "No problem...I admit she did try to come onto me...just playing footsie but I told her about you...she backed off that then."
"You actually talk about us being together?" Randy asked. 'Smart girl...maybe she does have a brain.'
"I told her you were staying with me...and we have been intimate." John answered. "There were rumors flying anyway."
"Are you surprised? I am sure someone told someone and they confided in someone else and it went from there." Randy told him.
John nodded. "I know how it works." Before he could reply his phone went off again. "What the?" He moved to answer it. "Hello? Oh...hi, Charlotte. I'm okay. What can I do for you? Uh...yeah. Nikki and I are over at least for now." Charlotte's voice could be heard talking in reply. "Dinner? I don't know...I'm not really looking to date right now...yeah, I know Rick's been wanting to chat with me anyway."
Randy's jaw clenched, moving from the bed. At least John was giving her the brush off, but what does he mean about right now? 'Fucking horny bitches all hear he broke up and they swarm like wild dogs.' John thanked Charlotte for the invite and ended the call. He looked to see where Randy went.
Randy was still standing by the bed looking. The dark look was filling his eyes. He saw John look his direction. "What did you mean by not looking right now?" He said in a low tone.
"Ran, I told you when Nikki and I split up. She wanted to separate to give me time to experiment and decide what I want in life. I told you then nothing was certain." John said honestly. "I've been up front from the start. I never asked you to be my boyfriend did I? I told you...you are my best friend and I was curious...wanted to see where it went. You said you were fine with that...even if it meant sharing at times."
Randy's chest heaved, moving closer to the bed and John. "I said I was fine sharing with Nikki...not anyone else. So, are you still curious or do you know. Are we together or am I just a passing fancy for you?" His jaw clenched in rage.
John thought carefully before replying. "I'm not BSing you, Ran. I'm still not sure yet. Of course, it's obvious I'm attracted to you...but I don't know about a long term thing. I hate it but if you can't handle that...want something for sure now...you may want to look elsewhere."
"You don't get it, John...there is nothing else...no one else...It's you or nothing." Randy replied. "But I don't like all these girls making passes...worried you may warm one of theirs beds. "You are mine, John...I am not just letting you go!"
John looked a little spooked as he stood. "I don't know how comfortable I am with all this...I thought you understood what this was...you turn me on more than anyone else...but you sound way more committed than I can be at the moment. Maybe...we should slow this down a bit for awhile."
Randy laughed. "Slow down...what do you call slow down? Not like I see you every day!" Randy moved to get back up. "You think you can give me what I want...what I've been needing….then pull it away?"
"Well, I sure as hell can never just enjoy my day off!" John snapped. "Last week you attacked me over a text...I was in pain for days. This week we get in a fight because you can't understand I'm just not sure! Would you rather I lie and say I love you and then change my mind later on?"
Randy growled, holding his head, lowering it. His nails could be seen wanting to dig into his scalp. He let out a scream. "There is a difference between not being sure and already looking for your next screw you slut!"
"I'm not fucking looking! I haven't fucked anyone but you even when I didn't get shit last week!" John shouted. "You know what? I need time alone today! Go somewhere else before I'm back here." John stormed into the bathroom to clean up. He was done with Randy's drama. Randy gathered his clothing and headed down the hallway to the other bathroom to clean. 'He didn't get shit last week? We got him off...we were the one left holding the bag.' The voice fumed in Randy's head as he cleaned. 'Made a nice meal, worked hard and we get fucking dismissed.' The thoughts continued as he cleaned. Finishing he headed to his room getting dressed in black jeans and a red dress shirt.
John sighed deeply as he cleaned himself in the shower. He cared for Randy as a friend and maybe more. The man was just so damn possessive. He acted like they were married. John just wanted time alone to relax. He hoped Randy had given him his space. Randy grabbed his phone and wallet before heading downstairs and to the kitchen to the cabinet that stored the car keys. John came from the bathroom and was glad to see he was alone for now. He stripped the bed and changed the sheets. Once his bed was spotless again, he put on some clean pants and turned on the TV to relax with some sports news.
John could faintly hear the peel of tires as the pickup truck took off down the driveway for the main gate. "What the?" John moved to sit up, recognizing the sound as Randy's truck. He sighed and then laid back down. He figured Randy was an adult. It might do the younger man good to get out of the house and stop being his shadow for the evening. Hours passed with no sign yet of Randy returning. John had fallen asleep watching TV. It droned in the background as he snored lightly. It was after midnight when Randy returned. He made he way to the kitchen, kicking his shoes off. He had a bruise on one side of his face with a cut above the eye. His shirt was messed up and there was a scuffle to his walk as he moved to the fridge.
John didn't stir as he was sound asleep. The droning of the TV kept him asleep. After Randy drank some water he stumbled his way up to his room. He started to head for the master bedroom but then stopped himself. He turned, heading for his room making his way to the bed collapsing on it still dressed.