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Randy and John were drying as they emerged from the shower. "Okay, Baby...so where exactly do we go from here?" Randy asked, moving to his suitcase.
"I guess I contact Roman for another play date?" John suggested as he removed his towel to dress for dinner. "Since we both enjoyed it so much and we're on the same page now."
"Okay, Baby." Randy told him as he removed fresh jeans and a Strike First shirt.
"I think it will really spice up our sex life, Ran." John said as he decided on camouflage shorts, boxers and a white t-shirt. "Just look how hot you were coming back from watching them."
"Yeah...to be honest I am still ashamed. Not like your videos do that to me."
John sighed, looking at his boyfriend. "Ran, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Porn is not for everyone. You may find the live show with people you know more exciting. I'll be honest...I kind of got off on being watched. Being the center of attention for four hot guys...guess I'm an exhibitionist."
Randy gave a faint laugh. "What a matched set...me watching and you showing." He chuckled again. "How many would think we are sick?"
"Fuck them. It's our business." John replied as he bent to pull on his clothes. "I know you're not into the whole bondage scene, Daddy, but if you ever want to join in feel free." He gave a small shiver. "Imagine you fucking me in front of them while I'm tied up in Seth's ropes...give them a show of who I belong to."
Randy gave a shaky breath, his eyes drifting shut a moment. "Fuck, Baby."
"I know it's hot as hell to think about." John agreed as he slipped on his shirt. "All three of them so heated but only able to watch as you fuck me senseless right in front of them. We could have so much fun."
"Why I have an odd feeling they wouldn't want to just stand by while we play...and while I am warming to the idea of them doing stuff with you I don't know how I would feel if they tried anything with me."
"It honestly wouldn't bother you to watch the Shield boys do sexual stuff with me?" John clarified, finding that very hard to believe.
Randy lowered his head, scrubbing his hand over the top of it. "I don't know, Baby...part of me feels...I don't know it's wrong...but then another part feel heated at the idea of seeing you being taken and hearing your cries of pleasure."
"It's not wrong, Ran, as long as we both enjoy it." John walked closer to Randy. "I want to respect your feelings. Is there anything that you would not be okay with them doing to me? Anything that you feel should be private or only between us?"
"I...I honestly don't know, Baby." Randy gave a deep breath and a sigh before lifting his head. "I thought so much was, but now I need to push those thoughts aside."
"Well, if we ever do anything and it bothers you, tell me and it won't happen again." John promised before smirking. "So the idea of your baby being used by three guys gets you hot?"
Randy seems to debate a moment before slowly nodding. "God, it makes me sound sick."
"By who's fucking standards?" John said with feeling. "I love you and you love me...what we choose to do is only our concern. If anyone would judge us they can go shove a Kendo stick up their ass..maybe it would loosen them up."
Randy couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, Baby...let's get something to eat."
"Sure. I'm starving." John grabbed his phone and wallet and pocketed them. "Ready." Randy grabbed his items including the room key before he headed for the door holding it for John.
"Thanks, Daddy." John smiled at his lover as he walked out the door. "You always were a gentleman."
"Don't let it get around...I have a reputation after all to uphold." Randy joked as he swatted John's ass as he passed him.
John turned to wink at Randy. "Hey, watch the money maker."
"Money maker?" Randy followed after John. Once on the elevator he almost pinned John against the wall. "You weren't complaining about it when it was getting whipped by Dean now where you?" The look in Randy's eyes it was hard to tell if he was angry or heated at the memory as he stared at the older man.
John gulped, looking up into the Viper's piercing steely eyes. He had only been joking around but Randy looked pissed. "N-No, Daddy." He answered, trying not to stammer. "I liked it when you spanked me too...I was j-joking around."
A faint smirk broke Randy's stone like face. "Damned right you did." He slammed his lips hard again John's until he heard the bell of the elevator showing they reached the lobby or someone else was getting on. He smoothed his shirt before stepping off and headed for the restaurant.
John stood in the elevator a moment, breathing hard and flushed before gathering his wits to follow Randy. Damn his unpredictable but sexy boyfriend. Randy waited outside the entrance of the restaurant as he waited for John to catch up. "You okay, Johnny Boy?"
John tried to put on a calm facade but his flushed cheeks gave him away. "I'm fine...Thanks for asking."
"Good." Randy opened the door heading inside letting the hostess know it was table for two. Both men were led to a table off to the side of the main room and handed their menus.
John looked the menu over. "I think I'm having the baked salmon and wild rice with a glass of wine." He said out loud.
"I'm thinking a good thick porterhouse and a loaded potato." Randy smirked.
John looked up in envy at the younger man. "Damn, how do you eat like that all the time and still look so damn chiseled?"
"Hours in the gym...plus all the 'special' workouts I get." Randy laughed as the waitress came over. Randy placed his order adding a glass of red wine with it.
John added his order and then leaned back in his seat when they were alone. "Mind if I text Roman while we wait?" He asked.
"No...but before you even think it you are suppose to get a night off."
"I remember, Ran. I'll be good." John promised with innocent eyes as he pulled out his phone. "A night off it is."
"Okay, Johnny." Randy relaxed back in his chair. The waitress returned wit their drinks before walking off again. Randy took a few small sips of his glass.
John typed a lengthy message and sent it to Roman's cell number. #It's John. Randy decided he likes our arrangement. Would like a future play date. Pretty much any sex activity is okay and your choice where I am concerned. Look forward to seeing you all again.# John handed the younger man the phone so Randy could see what he sent.
Randy looked the message over before looking at John trying to keep his voice down. "You sure you feel comfortable giving them such open reign?"
"Roman seemed responsible and concerned for my safety so yeah." John told him. "If they try something that's too much or you don't like we can always stop it." Randy nodded, handing the phone back. John felt butterflies as he thought about Roman reading his text with that smug smirk. The sexy Samoan had many of the same traits that had drawn John to Randy. Unknowingly he shifted a bit in his seat.
"Simmer down." Randy told him pointedly.
"Huh?" John's cheeks tinted red as he realized his thoughts had been caught by Randy. He looked down without another word, a bit embarrassed.
"Your mind wandered, remember your place." Randy told him with another sip of his wine.
John's eyes stayed lowered to his wine glass. "Y-Yes, Sir." He said quietly before his mind even registered it. Not using the title in a sarcastic way but in a submissive tone.
Randy just drew a slow breath as their food arrived. The waitress set both plates down asking if anything else was needed. "No thank you." Randy told her.
"It looks great. Thank you." John told the waitress. He had no clue why he had responded to Randy in such a way. Before he would have just laughed...it had slipped out.
She nodded with a smile before walking away. Randy waited till she was out of earshot. "I am not them." He replied with a faint tone.
"I know that...I'm sorry. I don't know why I said it. I guess because your tone sounded so stern." John tried to explain.
"It's how I sound most of the time." Randy replied before he went to cut into his steak.
"I know...I know...guess I was still in the mindset. Sorry." John cut his salmon and began to eat it.
"Whatever, Johnny." Randy just focused on his plate.
John went back to eating knowing he could not afford any more slip ups if he did not want Randy to change his mind. The whole BDSM scene was so new to him that John had responded to his dominant boyfriend without thinking. Most of dinner seemed quiet and tense, maybe a little too tense as Randy ordered a refill of his wine. John hated it when things felt strained between them. "I said I was sorry, Ran. I don't know what else to do." He sighed deeply. "Can't we just forget it?"
Randy faintly nodded. "Just don't want to set you off again."
"You won't, Ran. I want you to just be yourself. Please." John pushed back his mostly empty plate.
Randy nodded as he was eating more of his steak. "Okay, Johnny."
John ran a hand over his eyes, getting a headache. "Want to relax in our room after we eat? Maybe catch a good movie?"
"Yeah sounds good." Randy admitted as he tried to finish.
"Good." John took the final drink of his wine and waited on Randy to finish. "We don't get many days off at the same time like this. We should enjoy it while we can."