(Once again thank you for any feedback or support. Many of you have voiced the question of if and when Sheamus will be able to return to the living. All we will say is keeping reading as we write as the muses dictate. It's never an easy road for our boys but that's what makes it fun.)
Finn had laid out a few choices of paddles and was looking over the cross when John entered. Finn was in a pair of black shorts. He waited a few moments before talking to let the anticipation build in John even more. Adrenaline and excitement filled John as he waited patiently for his Dom to be ready. He had needed what was coming for so long and somehow he knew the Irishman could deliver.
"Up on thee cross, Angel. With ye back exposed."
"Yes, Sir." John stood and walk to the cross, climbing up on it so that his back and ass were left exposed. It was exciting to him because he had never been on it since it arrived for the room.
Finn walked over needing to reach a bit to secure John's wrists with the leather shackles that were attached near the top. He walked behind John, giving a firm open handed swat with his hand. John gave a pant from the hit. Being restrained and spanked was probably his number one favorite thing to do in scene play. His cock was already semi hard from anticipation of the coming blows. Finn gave two more open handed smacks to John's ass before he moved to grab the first paddle. It was a simple wooden paddle, slightly resembling a ping pong paddle. Walking over Finn stood to the side slightly to get a better angle on the swat to John's right cheek. "Ye want to be wincing in the morning?" A swat to the left. "Have ye want to hiss every time ye arse hits a bench?" The right again. "Have ye remember how it got that way? "The left once more.
John's head spun from the pained pleasure from the paddle. He had no idea if it was the instrument being used or Finn just had an amazingly strong arm but the blows were among the hardest he had received to date. His cock stood fully hard after only two hits, a heated groan leaving his mouth. "Yes, Sir...sounds wonderful."
"Charmin." Finn spoke with his thick brogue. He gave a few more before moving for his next toy of choice. "I must admit ye have quite thee collection, Angel." He commented as he picked up a longer leather paddle. It had cut outs in it that spelled BITCH backward so it would read right when placed against flesh. He walked back over, swinging it at the fulness of John's left cheek. He gave just one hit before he moved closer to examine the result.
John was panting from the endorphins running through him but did not know what paddle Finn had used on him after switching. "Thank you, Sir. I wanted a nice variety and I have the money...you ever want anything added let me know."
"As I say before, Angel...ye seem better equipped than some full dungeons." Finn let his fingers brush the raised marks of the impression paddle. He then moved to mark the right cheek the same way.
John moaned at the hit to his right cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from the reddened flesh. "D-Did you change the paddle, Sir? Feels different." He had to ask.
"Aye. Wish to see which one?"
"Uh...yes, Sir." John replied between pants, his blue eyes dark with arousal.
Finn moved in front so he could raise the paddle to show John. "Se did ye pick thee offered name on this or did someone else?"
"I did, Sir." John said, looking. "Well, my Daddy joked about it so I bought it."
"Well, by the time I be done, it would need to be read in braille." Finn commented with a nearly devilish smirk before he moved out of John's line of sight.
John's breath hitched at the promise of more abuse to his ass. No one had ever taken such glee in spanking him before and it was a huge turn on. Sure Sheamus loved his ass but the larger man's sweet, loving nature had stopped him before he went this far. "Y-Yes...thank you, Sir."
Finn's smirk remained on his face as he brought the impression paddle across John's cheeks two more times on each. The letters already slowly blending together. John gave a heated grunt with each strike, his body almost tingling. "Feels so good, Sir...been needing this so bad."
"Glad to oblige." Finn commented with two more. He then set the paddle aside, using his hand to rub over the flesh, feeling the heat it gave off.
The gentle touch on the now sensitive flesh felt good to the restrained man. Small moans of delight could be heard from John as he just took it all in. Finn heard the moan and gave the sensitive flesh a firm swat before he rubbed it again. The alternating feelings made John's cock leak as his head almost felt in a fog. He had thought only Sheamus could make him fly but he felt close to sub space by that point.
Finn took his short nails, running them lightly over the raised flesh. "Do ye have toys in here, Angel?"
"Y-Yes...Sir." John said between moans. "In the closet with the small items...I have plugs, vibrators and dildos."
"Good." Finn swatted John butt before he went to look. He retrieved what he felt was a suitable vibrating plug. He also went to grab the lube he retrieved from the bedroom. John tried to compose himself while Finn was gone. He was so worked up he was afraid he would cum the moment his ass was filled.
Finn slicked the bulb of the plug before using one hand to part John's cheeks. He then ran the tip over the exposed hole before pushing just the tip in then holding it there. John took in the teasing sensation as he tried to control his body. Every action Finn did seemed to heat him further. Finn slowly pushed the plug in until the base was in and it was locked in place. He tapped the base to shake it slightly in the older man.
John's eyes closed as his cock dripped from the full sensation. "Fuck, Sir...don't think I'll last too long. So hot from the spanking."
"Hmmm maybe I will forgo thee vibrations for now." Finn commented. He moved to free John from the cross. "Ye may step down." John slowly stepped down on wobbly legs, the excited state his body was in now more visible.
Finn moved, grabbing a chair. He moved to lower his shorts, exposing his own aroused stated before he sat on the chair. "I want ye to crawl to me...get me off...then ye may touch yeself to finish."
"Yes, Sir." John lowered to his knees and crawled toward his Dom. He found it so arousing that Finn ordered him to do things like crawl and kneel. He loved being made to feel small in play. Once in front of the Irishman he got a good look at Finn's cock for the first time before wrapping his lips around the head to suck.
Finn licked his lips as he relaxed for his treatment. "Mmmm." John focused all of his energy on giving Finn the best blowjob of his life. Pleasing this man was everything in this moment. Every time Finn endured heat at work he wanted the younger man to remember just how damn good his sub was. He bobbed his head up and down the hard length, lapping his tongue eagerly on the head when he would raise up. "Oooo that's good, Angel." The smaller man panted out. He moved his hands to rest them on the back of John's head as he worked. "Aye, that's good."
John knew that he could take Finn down to the base as he had Randy and his Daddy was larger. He soaked up the praise as he relaxed his throat to take his Dom down more, his blue eyes looking up at the Irishman in pure submission and devotion. The moans deepened from the smaller man. His breaths growing more ragged as he was being driven closer and closer to his end. John raised a hand to cup and gently squeeze Finn's balls as he worked, feeling the member throbbing in his mouth. "Oh, damn...oh, damn." Finn murmured in that thick accent. He urged John's head down shortly before he came. Once he felt he was done he released the older man's head. "Very good, Angel." He panted.
John, remembering Randy's instructions in the past drank all Finn had to offer before sucking every drop from the head. He then removed his mouth with a smile, glad he had pleased Finn. "Thank you, Sir."
Finn moved his head to look at John. "Now ye may get yeself off for me." He moved to lean forward in the chair. "I wish to hear every whimper, see every twist of ye face as ye chase that sweet release from the heat I caused ye body."
"Y-Yes, Sir. My pleasure." John stayed on his knees as he grasped his still hard cock, moaning as he gave the member a hard tug. He set a fast pace, using his free hand to squeeze his balls harshly, his eyes glazed in lust at the rough treatment.
"Aye, that's it, Angel...hold nothing back." Finn looked with an almost hungry glare. John fed off the look from Finn, his body growing hotter and hotter until he came with a cry, sweet release sweeping over him as all the tension left his body, leaving him almost weak and limp. His now coated hand dropped from his spent member.
"Good..once ye can breath again stand and turn for me...bend over and I will free ya of thee plug." Finn instructed. John slowly stood and bent over, feeling beyond spent as he fought passing out. In the back of his mind he knew he still had to work on contacts and Skype his Daddy. Finn moved to wiggle the plug out for John. "Ye are released for thee night, Angel. See ya in thee morning."
John stood up fully and paused, looking at Finn for a brief moment. Several emotions past his face, longing, worship and gratitude and maybe a hint of sadness for what could never be. "Night, Sir. Rest well." Was all he said in reply before moving slowly to gather his clothes and leave the space.
Once John left Finn gathered what had to be cleaned so he could tend to it when he had more time for now he was heading for a shower and some sleep. John could barely keep awake as he took a quick shower and then forced himself to stay up for an hour to contact some Change Time clients. The combination of the hard workout at work with the play with Finn had him ready to pass out. He knew he would have to be up early to cook breakfast in the morning as he pushed himself to write Randy on Skype, seeing his Daddy was online. #Hey, Daddy. Want to video chat?# Next John heard was the beeping of an incoming chat request from Randy.
John accepted and saw his Daddy's face on the screen a moment later. "Hey, Daddy." He greeted with a smile. "I miss you."
"Miss you too, Baby Boy. How's it going?" Randy asked as he held his phone. He was relaxing back in the bed.
"Good...I put in another workout today and even cooked breakfast and dinner." John told his boyfriend proudly. "I also talked with some of my Change Time clients."
"Good, Baby. I am really glad to see you picking things up again. Just don't stretch yourself too much either."
"I won't. Those were Sir Finn's orders." John told him. "I played and had fun on the cross tonight...I'll probably be sore for a week." He chuckled. "Want to see and tell me how bad it is?"
"I don't know….do I?" Randy slightly joked.
John stood back from the laptop he had been working from and pulled his boxers down so his ass was facing the webcam. He had no idea how bad it was just knew it still hurt even after a shower. "Damn, BB...well, he doesn't give it lightly that is for sure."
John pulled his boxers up and turned back to face the computer, sitting on the bed. "What's it look like? It felt amazing."
"Just... damn, Baby. I thought I was rough in the past." Randy admitted.
"I never felt it like he gives it." John admitted. "He may be small but he has such a passion for being a Dom...he gets such pleasure out of everything he does to me...I fucking love it." He yawned. "I wish you were here to cuddle with me...sleeping alone sucks."
"Yeah, I know, Baby...sorry. You do look like you are about to pass out though."
"But I need to spend time with you...I miss you." John reclined on the bed with the computer. "I have to be up at 4:30 to cook before work though."
"Fuck, Baby, that is screwed up. And he is there too? I forgot how long of a drive it was to the Center." Randy commented.
"Yeah, he's staying in Sweets' old bed in the addition. But we have to be at the Center before 8 and it's a 2 hour drive. I need at least an hour to cook, eat and clean up." John's eyes were bloodshot as he fought to stay alert.
"Baby, you need sleep." Randy told him. "I miss you too, but it you don't sleep you will either get hurt while cooking or get in a wreck." There was no reply from John as the older man had passed out with the computer still on his lap. His deep breathing could faintly be heard. Randy could only shake his head as he typed on the message. #Don't work too hard. Love you BB.# He then logged off, hoping John didn't wake to a broken laptop. Sheamus saw John and left the room. He was going to have to talk to Finn.
Finn was relaxing in bed, checking a few messages on his phone before he fell asleep.
"Ye being too hard on me, Angel." Sheamus spoke up.
Finn looked then sighed. "Be there no such thing as privacy?"
"Sorry, nay like I can exactly knock. Now can I?"
"I don't know what ye can and cannot do." Finn sat up. "Ye say me being too hard. He craves it though. It be what he be wanting for who know how long. He even admit ye be soft on 'im."
"Ye can be sterner then I was without working 'im to death." Sheamus tried to explain.
"I am sure it nay that bad." Finn replied.
"It only be a few days and already he near dead on his feet." Sheamus told him. "He hardly kept his eyes open to talk to his Daddy. Look at 'im at breakfast and see for yeself. Ye keep pushin he will get hurt."
"We shall see." Finn told him. "Ye had ye chance...now I get mine. There be nothing I ask of him I have nay asked of others."
"Aye, but have ye others had the kinda daily life he be havin?" Sheamus retorted.
Finn sighed as he thought. "Nay, I guess not."
"Now me nay telling ye to go soft...just loosen some, talk to 'im. Find out how he ran his program before."
"Aye….okay ye make ye point." Finn relented. He was not a man to be told what to do with his subs.
"Good...I let ye rest now. I wish to talk more later." Sheamus was heard.
"Very well...night."
John slept like a baby all night long, turning in his sleep at one point to knock the computer off to the side. Sadly he only got around five hours of sleep before the hated alarm woke him for a new day. He grumbled, feeling like he could have slept for hours more but he knew he had to dress and work on food. His drive to please his Sir far outweighed his need to rest.
Once again John was already in the kitchen by the time Finn joined him. John fought to not yawn as he moved around the kitchen. The table was already set for two and the smell of eggs and ham filled the air as he cooked two large western omelets. His ever present avocado salad and orange juice were already on the table. "Mornin, John." Finn greeted him.
John turned to see Finn, giving a smile. "Morning, Sir. Breakfast will be ready for us soon."
"Good...ye sleep well?" Finn moved to take his seat. He focused on John to see if there was any sign of Sheamus' words being true.
"Yes, Sir. I think I fell asleep on my Daddy. We were Skyping." John chuckled as he flipped the eggs.
"I see. I ask ye something ye will answer honestly, aye?" Finn asked,
"Yes, Sir." John nodded as he looked at Finn.
"Have I issued too many tasks for ye?" As he asked he focused on John's eyes, seeing they were red even after resting.
John bit his lip, debating his answer. He had promised to be honest but did not want to let Finn down either. "They weren't unreasonable, Sir...but I am a little tired." He admitted at last. "I guess my body isn't used to my weight lifting yet and then all the driving...on the road I have my bus I can sleep on."
Finn nodded. "What would be more reasonable duty wise?" Finn asked. "The others I had before either had no jobs or more...normal manner of work and could handle a full gambit of house matters."
"I don't know, Sir." John said honestly. "I was only ever Sweets' submissive and I didn't do chores except when I offered to wash him after playing. We were both on my eating program so I cooked for the week on my day off."
"Would it be easier if we have ye go back to that? Pre-make our night time meals? Then just need to figure breakfast."
John nodded. "Yes, Sir. I guess it would." He plated the omelets and turned off the stove, carrying them to the table.
"Thee hour a night for ye program...is that too much with all ye travel?"
John shook his head no as he sat at the table. "No, Sir. That should be fine. I appreciate your concern." The large western omelets were stuffed with ham, cheese, peppers, mushrooms and onions.
"Of course, John." Finn took the first bite with a nod knowing John waited for him. "How can ye be of service if I wear ye out?"
"Yes, Sir. I guess you're right." John moved to begin eating, his eyes showing his gratitude and almost hero worship.
Finn nodded and focused back on eating. "So I guess we eat with Sami and Becky again or order in until ye day off to cook...well, when ye are not spending time with Randy."
"Yes, Sir. Sounds good." John sighed as he ate. "Hazards of our job but I miss Ran. On the road I never sleep alone...I was always with him or Sweets."
"I see...Well, any word of when ye may be going back? Nay that I wish to rush ye to leave." After the words left his mouth Finn wondered how clingy that may have sounded.
John gave a smile at the words. "No, Sir but Hunter wants me back up to my original weight and muscle mass or at least pretty close. I'm eating right and working hard so maybe not too long." He looked thoughtful. "You know you're welcome to stay here even if I'm on the road. Shame this big house sits empty when I'm only here one or two days a week."
"Thank ye, John, That is kind. I will need to think over that offer. As ye know yeself it is a bit of a drive everyday. It would eliminate the need of the apartment though." Finn smiled.
"Of course, Sir. It's up to you." John assured him as he ate. They finished up and then John cleaned the kitchen and the two men began their day. When they arrived there was an unexpected guest there. Hunter was there talking to Dusty and saw as the two men came in minutes apart.
"Here be the boy you wanted to see, Sir." Dusty told Hunter in his thick southern drawl, motioning to Finn as he walked in with his bag. "Come here, Boy." Dusty called to him.
Finn tried not to look shocked or nervous as he walked over to them. "Aye, Dusty?" He knew the older man was not much for titles. Dusty saw most of the rookies like his children.
"Finn, my boy. This here is Hunter. He'll be running the reins of this place when he isn't running the big guys ragged. He wished to meet with you in private."
Finn nodded and took Hunter hand when it was offered along with a deep bow. "Of course, Hunter Sir."
Hunter chuckled with a smirk. "Your overseas training shows already. Follow me." Hunter lead Finn toward a private room to talk.
John looked at the scene with interest, wondering what Hunter wanted with Finn. He put his things in the locker and then headed for the weight bench to put in his workout. It was maybe an hour or so before Hunter was spotted again. He made his way over to where John was working out and waited before he was done his current set. "Not too shabby." The older man commented.
John looked up at the older man. "Thank you, Sir. I've been trying." He caught his breath as he moved to sit up. "I guess you saw Randy and I came out."
"Yeah, ballsy move considering. Hey, want to grab a coffee or something?" The older man offered.
"Sure, if you don't mind me being all sweaty." John stood to his feet. "Want me to shower first?"
"Towel off is fine, unless you done for the day then I can wait."
"No, I have more work today. I'll towel off." John moved to wipe his face and chest well before putting his clean shirt on. It only took a few minutes. "Okay. Ready." He told his boss.
Hunter nodded and motioned to Dusty before he headed out with John. There was a small diner nearby and the men just took the small walk there.' Once inside Hunter requested a seat near the back. The men sat and were handed their menus. Hunter waited until they got their orders before he spoke.
"So, how you been holding up?"
"Better." John said honestly as he sipped his drink. "I know I had a meltdown after Sheamus passed. It's hard to explain why. I loved him so much but it was more than that." His tone lowered. "I felt lost without my Dom."
"You found someone out here?" Hunter asked with a raised brow.
"Yes, Sir. Someone in the same group Sheamus belonged to. He...he doesn't love me but he is fair and watches my welfare." John answered.
Hunter nodded. He pursed his lips a moment at a thought but then shook it off before sipping his coffee. "I been told you took a shining to a small group of the new guys."
John nodded, trying not to give anything away. "Yeah, they're good people...very talented."
"Yeah. I know at least one of them. Well, by word of mouth anyway. Finn Balor." Hunter told John. "Great worker but needs to learn the theatrical side of the work. Well, more the cinematic aspects."
A brief flash of emotions crossed John's face at Finn's name which he quickly tried to cover up by nodding. His cheeks may have flushed slightly. "Yeah, he's very talented. I think with proper help he could be one of our top future superstars."
"I am hoping so. As you see with some of the new guys we are trying to bring up I am hoping a resurgence of some of the old gimmick styles. You ever see any of his matches?" John shook his head no.
"Ah, I see. I heard you sort of taken him under your wing. So I thought you knew some background." Hunter moved to pull out his phone, quickly hitting a few buttons. "These are just some stills of his look from a group in Ireland, then his stint in Japan." Hunter handed John his phone.
John looked over the various photos before commenting. "Very interesting. I love the creative makeup artwork." He handed the phone back.
"He is talking of doing more of a demonic angle...but only for the big shows. You can picture how long that takes." Hunter said as he took the phone back. "We already have a few sketches in the works. I am going to be working with him tomorrow at the arena to start his blocking work."
John looked surprised by the news. "Oh? That's great...I know he'll do well."
"He has the experience in the ring. Now he just needs to learn our style of it." Hunter lightly laughed.
John chuckled with a nod. "How's Randy doing? I haven't been able to talk with him much the last few days." Hunter huffed a faint breath, his head dropped slightly as his lips became pursed in thought.
"What's wrong?" Concern filled John's eyes at Hunter's reaction to a simple question. "Hunter, what's wrong with Ran?"
"Just seems he is becoming almost...combative if someone seems to set him off. Also shutting himself off from others. You know him about as well as I do. Those are not good signs."
John sighed, lowering his head. "I don't know what to do. He sounds and acts fine on Skype. He was laughing with me last night."
"You know how he is about hiding shit." Hunter told him. "He just wanted you doing better so he doesn't want to dump things on you. I don't want to either. You're already looking better. I admit maybe a little tired, but beside that good."
John sighed. "I don't know what's wrong." His voice lowered to an almost whisper. "We did have some issues in the...bedroom. Ran said what happened to Shea messed up his head. It took a hard toll on us both."
Hunter nodded. "I am trying to keep an eye on him the best I can. I had to pull him from a couple house shows because of his temper."
John shook his head. "Poor Ran. Could you give him a day off soon? Maybe I can try to talk to him."
"I'll see what I can get we pulled you to try to get you time to get things in order and now he's the one falling apart." Hunter sighed.
"Sorry, Sir. I know this is annoying for you but we went through a lot. Imagine losing Steph without any warning. Shea was a big part of our lives." John told him quietly. "Even after all these days it still hurts like hell."
"I am not blaming either of you, John." Hunter told him slightly sternly. "Remember Randy is also a friend of mine...but you both are also employees. That puts me in a sticky situation."
John nodded, his eyes dropping to his cup. Just when he was starting to see a ray of hope in his life more worry almost weighed him down. Would things ever be right again? "I know."
"Now you see why I didn't want to say anything. You worry about you...I'll do what I can do to keep Randy's nose clean and off Vince's radar."
"I can't just worry about me! He's all I have left!" John snapped before realizing it then lowered his tone. "Anything ever happens to Randy I would not be able to pick myself back up again. I need to know he's okay."
"I'll do what I can about giving him maybe a few days off." Hunter replied, acting unphased of the outburst. "Whatever time I get him take off from the Center and focus on the two of you. Got it?"
John nodded. "I got it. Thank you."
"Of course." Hunter told him as his phone beeped and he looked at it. "Damn. Need to wrap this up." Hunter looked to flag their waitress down.
The men finished up and John headed back to the Center. At the end of the work day he went with Finn, Sami and Becky to eat and then made the long drive home. Back at his place John looked at Finn with worry in his eyes. "Sir, would it be okay if I tried to contact Daddy now? Hunter is trying to give him a few days off...he's not doing well and I think it's because he's been trying to be strong for me about Sweets."
"Aye...we ate. We can have a night off, John. Don't need to have a session every night." Finn smiled at him. "Still want ye to get ye assigned correspondence in before bed."
"Yes, Sir. I love our sessions...just worried about him." John admitted gratefully.
"Tis fine, John. If ye get them everyday they aren't so special." Finn smiled. "Guess see ya in thee morning. Good night."
John desperately wanted comforting human contact but knew he could not ask his Dom for it so he moved to give the smaller man a quick hug. It was as much as he dared. "Night, Sir."
Finn tried not to tense at the contact. "Night, John." He turned, heading from the room.
John stood alone a moment before sighing and walking upstairs to his room. He pulled out his phone and sent Randy a text. #Hey, Daddy. Sorry I fell asleep on you last night. Free to talk now or is it too early?# It was around 9.
#Early night BB?# Came a reply a moment later.
#Yeah. Sir Finn said he was wearing me out too much. Also I missed you so I asked him for a night off.# John typed.
#Ah okay. I can talk.# John brought up video on Skype on his phone. He wanted to see his Daddy's face, the emotions he knew the man would try to hide.
Randy accepted the call. Even with the lower quality of the phone camera, bags could be seen starting to form under Randy's eyes. "Hey, BB."
"Hey...what's wrong, Daddy? You don't look good." John said quietly, never a man to mince words when it came to his best friend and lover.
"Nothing to worry about, BB...Guess I kinda look like you did last night. You know how schedules can be."
"Don't BS me, Ran. I saw Hunter today." John told him bluntly. "He said your temper is so bad he pulled you from house shows...please don't pretend with me. I'm worried."
Randy's jaw could be seen twitching slightly as it clenched. He then lowered his head. "You know most of it, BB...How often do I need to say it?"
"Is it all about Sweets?" John tried to keep his voice calm.
"Also worried I can't measure up to what you want or need." Randy admitted, his head still lowered.
"This is because of me?" John's heart ached as he felt tears wet his eyes. "Please stop worrying about that. I'll be happy as long as I have my Daddy with me. I just want you to be okay."
"Which why I didn't tell you. I know they are stupid thoughts. I still have them though. Keep hearing how perfect Finn is to you. If he is all that what am I needed for?" Randy's voice cracked slightly.
"To love...to be my best friend and boyfriend." John told him with conviction. "Ran, he plays with me but wants nothing else...I miss you every night. You're the only piece of my heart left. Hunter is going to get you a few days off. He wants me to take off too so we can be together."
Randy slowly nodded at John's words. "I been missing you too, BB." There was a faint crack to Randy's normally stoic tone. "I just worry I won't measure up."
"Please don't. I never should have kept talking about Finn during our times. That was wrong on my part. You both offer something different." John told him. "Please forgive me."
"Okay, Baby." Randy whispered. "I know it is somewhat new...becuase he is di-different so...so you're just excited. Like a kid with a new toy."
"Believe me you have nothing to worry about." John assured him. "He is almost professional. Every little bit of praise he gives me or my body has to be earned. He never shows me the slightest affection Sweets did."
"Sorry, Baby...I know you sort of wanted that."
"I did but I can't force it." John looked at Randy with longing. "I get lonely, Daddy. I can't wait to see you."
"You said Hunt is trying...so we will just need to wait and see." Randy replied.
"Yeah. Just remember I love you, Daddy. I would be lost without you." John told him.
"I know, Baby...I do try." Randy lifted his head a little to he could look at the screen.
John blew Randy a kiss then gave him a corny smile. "Talk to you soon."
"Okay, Baby...love you, see you soon." Randy replied.
"Love you." John ended the video call, hoping he had done some good. He spent an hour writing his Change Time members and then updated his Facebook and Twitter before retiring to bed. During the night the bedroom door opened slowly. A figure moved through the room. Slivers of moonlight offering faint light to make out the form of John on the bed. The other form joined John on the bed, sitting up next to him. A hand moved over to lightly stroke John's head as he slept. John instinctively moved closer to the hand touching him, a contented mumble passing his lips as his mind confused the past and the present. The head leaned down pressing lips lightly to John's head. Unlike the feather soft nearly, non-existent kisses he had been experiencing from Sheamus, these were warm, tangible.
John was slowly stirred to reality as somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered his Sweets was no longer with him and Randy was on the road. He blinked and opened his eyes, confused by the fact he wasn't alone. "Shh." A voice whispered. "Just rest, me Angel. Ye been needin it." The voice was definitely a thick Irish brogue, but neither clearly Finn or Sheamus.
John's heart pounded at the way his play name was spoken with love. "S-Sweets? Is that you? You found a way back?"
"Aye...and nay...tis only for short times." The man responded.
John squinted in the dim light of the room, seeing Finn sitting on the bed. "You're inside my Sir?"
"Aye, Angel...but I can't be for too long at one time." He moved his arm to drape over John's shoulders. "Come 'ere for now...just a lil while."
John moved closer to lay his head on the Irishman's lap. "I've missed you so much. Is it...just a one time thing? Does my Sir know?"
"Don't know, and aye he knows. Just trying it right now. We do nay know the effect on either of us." Sheamus told John as he stroked his head.
John felt too many emotions to even describe as his heart ached yet felt at peace. "Can you...kiss me? Just in case you never come back to me?"
"Ye sure to remember which it is doing so. Do nay mistake he for me later on." Sheamus warned him.
"Yes, Master. I wouldn't think of someone else while you are kissing me or after. I would never do that." John said with conviction.
"Very well...don't see thee harm of one kiss."
John closed his eyes so he could picture his Sweets in his mind's eye. "Go ahead, Sweets...please."
Sheamus shifted their bodies so John was laying down. His hands braced over each of John's shoulders. He leaned down slowly. There was slight hesitation on the other party's part, but then very softly their lips touched with a familiar spark of energy between them.
John moaned softly as a tear of happiness rolled down his face. It may have been Finn's lips touching his but the love that passed between them, the caring and connection was definitely his Sweets. It felt like coming home again after being so lost these past few weeks. He never wanted it to end. Sheamus flicked his tongue lightly over John's lips, silently requesting permission. John parted his lips so that his Master could taste him fully. He dared not open his eyes and spoil his illusions. Their tongues slowly brushed over each other. A moan rumbled from Sheamus chest as he felt he wanted to practically drink in the feeling of closeness between them. He moved with his lips still to John's until he was on top of him. Heat flooded the body. Heat in a way Sheamus didn't know he would ever feel again.
John kissed Sheamus until he had to break for air. Finn's body was lighter than Sheamus' had been but the older man didn't care. "You feel so good, Sweets." John cried out. "I love you so much."
"And I ye, Angel...I want to feel ye...claim ye." He almost panted.
"Y-Yes...please." John moaned out at the idea. "Take me, Sweets."
John felt as the weight moved off him, then the sounds of the nightstand drawer opening. "Open yeself to me, Angel...present yeself for thee takin."
"Yes, Master." John's head spun with everything that was happening as he grabbed his legs at the knees, lifting them slightly to expose himself. "I'm always yours." His mind was telling him this could not be happening but his heart didn't care. After all the supernatural things he had seen the past months why did it surprise him?
Sheamus removed a container of lube he knew should he inside. Preparing himself he moved back to join John between his spread legs. "Aye, Angel. That be it."
"Take me...Sweets. I want to feel us joined." John moaned. He opened his eyes and could see Finn's form in the moonlight. Sheamus move to hold John as he slowly pushed in, knowing his Angel loved the sweet slow burn of being stretched but didn't want to rushed. John's eyes had adjusted to the dark so he could see Finn's face as the man pushed inside to fill him but the love he saw in the grey eyes was all his sweet Master Sheamus. He panted at the entry, giving a quiet moan of pleasure.
"Aye, Angel...so sweet….so good." The praise came from Sheamus' lips as he pushed until he was fully seated.
John looked into Finn's face, the normal wariness of the man replaced with a soft warmth. He gave small moans as his body responded to being filled by the man he loved. "Too good to be true...like a dream feeling you again."
"Aye, Angel, enjoy." Sheamus slowly began to move, taking his time with slow, lovingly attention.
John shuddered at how good the younger man felt, each long, slow stroke building a fire deep inside him. Even without the added supernatural powers Sheamus had possessed in life the connection between them was still strong and tangible. "Y-Yes, feels so good." He moaned deeply.
"Aye, me Angel...I'll keep up as long as I can….just nay know if I can." Sheamus panted out.
"It's okay, Master. Feels so good to me too." John reached to stroke his hard cock, feeling the stickiness from the leaking tip.
"That's it, Angel...come undone for me." Sheamus told him thickly as he tried to adjust his angle to hit John just right. Different equipment meant adjustments to the normal.
John's eyes rolled as the different angle made him groan in bliss. "Right there, Master...right there..." His back arched from the bed as he hit his peak.
Sheamus groaned as he continued a few moments more before he cried out his own climax. He nearly collapsed on John, panting heavily.
John wrapped his arms around the smaller man as if he never wanted to let go. His body was drenched in sweat. "Thank you, Master. Felt so good...I love you so much." He said between pants.
"Lo-love ye too, An-Angel...so much. I-I th-think I need to get going though." Sheamus panted out.
Tears pooled in John's eyes but he slowly let go. "Please try to come back, Sweets. I know you can't all the time."
"I...I don't know, Angel...ca-can try." Sheamus told him as he slowly moved out and off of John. He then moved to softly kiss John. His lips trembled as they touched before he moved to stand from the bed. "Night, me sweet Angel."
"Night, Master. Tell Sir Finn thank you..from the bottom of my heart." John said as he stood on shaky legs to go wash off in the bathroom.
"If he doesn't already know, I will." Sheamus moved for the door. His steps wobbled some as he moved.
"Can you get back okay?" John asked, pausing in the bathroom doorway.
"Honestly? Don't know." Sheamus replied. He knew if he left Finn now the small man would collapse so he had to keep in control a while longer. It was becoming a strain.
John moved to scoop up Finn in his arms and carried him out of the room and down the stairs in the dark. "I would have offered my bed but Sir Finn may have found it awkward." He explained as he moved toward the extension where Finn was staying.
"Aye." Sheamus whispered as he rested his head against John. "That be me thought as well."
John reached the living space and huffed a breath as he laid Finn's body gently in bed. "Night to you both." He whispered in a husky tone before turning to go before his voice could crack. By the time John laid him down they were out cold. Hard to tell if they had passed out or fallen asleep. John gave one final glance before leaving the space and walking through the house. He gave a few sniffles as he wiped his eyes, overcome by the experience he had just lived. Once he reached his room he wiped off and then laid down to sleep himself.