(Hope you all enjoy the update and Survivor Series) Jade and Rose
John woke up the next morning around 7. He yawned and saw he had fallen asleep with the TV on. He shut it off and decided to go downstairs and cook breakfast. He figured Randy was back home by now and probably in bed. John saw where Randy had left the glass in the sink from the night before.
He sighed and moved to wash it out. He then worked to begin cooking his normal large breakfast. If Randy acted more rational today he would hang with him a little after he got home from Hard Nocks Gym. Randy laid on the bed, basically passed out. He groaned without fully waking every time his body shifted. John finished breakfast and walked to Randy's room to see if he wanted to eat. He knocked and got no reply so he called out. "Ran? You want to eat?" John received a pained sounding groan that was muffled by the door.
John pushed the door open and walked inside. He took in the look of Randy with a gasp. "Ran...what the hell did you do last night?"
Randy moved with groan, hearing the voice...but it wasn't the one he was used to hearing. He tried to sit up. "Oh, hey." He sounded out of sorts.
"Why are you all bruised? What happened?" John asked, trying to lower his voice some.
"All of Tampa I find the one homophobic bar." He weakly laughed then cringed. "That or maybe they were fans of yours. "He snickered before coughing, holding his side.
"Fuck, do you need a hospital?" John asked, moving closer. He had no idea how badly Randy had been hurt.
"Already was." Randy replied, standing up. He opened his shirt the rest of way, showing the wrapped ribs and bruising could be seen extending above them.
"Fuck! I don't understand you, Ran. I ask for a few hours alone and you can't stay out of trouble?" John shook his head, looking disappointed. "Let's go eat breakfast."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault I went to get a drink." Randy replied. "I was heading for the truck when I got sucker punched then rolled on."
"Damn...did you contact the police? That's a hate crime." John said angrily.
"Yeah...I reported things the best I could." Randy told John, slowly moving. "Didn't want them thinking I started shit."
"Well, take it easy and rest today." John said as they walked slowly to the kitchen together.
"Yeah, maybe the hot tub or something." Randy told John as he moved to sit slowly. "Hope I didn't make a mess when I came in...was sort of out of it...still am."
"Just one glass...it's fine." John didn't have the heart to be upset over a glass when Randy was so injured. "How do you know it was a hate crime? Did they make homophobic remarks?"
"Honestly, it was all a jumble except the first guy that was taunting me with the faggot slurs. I tried ignoring them until he grabbed me." Randy told John, looking down.
"Fuck, well, try to relax and forget it now." John sighed. "I hate to think people like that exist in our world but they do." He tried to focus on eating.
"Sadly...could have been worse though." Randy commented as he took a few slow bites.
"Yeah...fuck." John swallowed. "You be okay today or need me to stay home?"
'Yes….the opening you need to get back in with him.' "I should be fine...only a few hours you said." Randy tried to assure John. 'What the fuck are you doing?!' The voice snapped in Randy's mind.
John nodded, looking unsure. "Okay, well, you have my number if you need me." He finished his food and moved to clean up.
"Yeah...thanks." Randy replied. John finished cleaning and then walked upstairs to dress for the day. He was concerned about his friend but Randy had promised he would be okay without him. After John left the room Randy was mumbling curses at himself. He had the opening. Why didn't he take it? He could of had John glued to his side for the day, taking care of him as he tried to heal. Why was he so stupid? No not stupid just biding his time. John had to be allowed to tend to business. He would be back soon enough.
John was only gone an hour or so before he returned back home. He went in search of Randy, hoping the younger man was feeling better. Randy was found in the pool room relaxing in the hot tub part. "Hey. Thought I might find you in here." John commented as he walked in. "You need anything? A drink?"
Randy turned his head, looking shocked. "You weren't gone long...what did you do speed to get back?"
John chuckled. "No, Man. I got there and Rob wasn't around so I looked over the books and everything looked good. I...was a little worried." He admitted. "You looked pretty banged up."
"Honestly, I feel like hell." Randy told him. "I don't know if I'm ready to get out yet...I don't think I been in here that long yet."
"Just relax then." John soothed as he kicked off his shoes. "And I guess you would feel like shit. You're pretty beat up, Man."
"Yeah...the doctor the worked with me said he was surprised I didn't have broken ribs with how deep the bruising is." Randy told John. "Maybe next time you want space I'll just go to the guest house." Randy gave a laugh then cringed.
"I wouldn't ask for space if you didn't act so possessive." John told him softly. "Ran, I know you want more...but you have to be patient. The more you push the more it seems to drive me away."
"I'll try, John...it's hard when you say you're not looking right now to someone else...it feels like you are already looking for an exit strategy." Randy told him.
"I'm not though. I just need time." John sighed. "Ran, put yourself in my place. You've been after me for years so you've known you were into men all that time. A few months ago the thought of being with a guy sexually turned me off...I'm just now learning about what I like and don't like. I was really starting to get into the whole bondage thing and then while I'm bound and helpless you choke and hurt me. I'm a little spooked right now."
Randy closed his eyes with a sigh. "I will try to….be more….understanding."
"Thank you." John said honestly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"You can join me if you want...I know I shouldn't be in here more then like ten more minutes at a time." Randy told him. "Then you can help me out."
"Well, guess I'll have to strip. These cargo shorts hold water." John told him. He began to strip out of his clothing.
"Hey, I don't mind a free show." Randy smiled.
John chuckled as he laid his clothes in a neat pile. He walked to carefully step into the water, sinking down with a sigh. "Sounds like you could use the soak too." Randy commented. Even under the water John could see hints of how high the bruise ran up Randy's side and a few on his arms that were covered before by the dress shirt.
"Fuck, Ran. You look like hell!" John couldn't help but exclaim. "You need to rest for the next week at least."
"Well, I'll rest the best I can." Randy replied. "Not like I have help when you're on the road."
"Do you need me to try to get a few days off?" John offered.
"Well, of course it would help." Randy told John. "You do so much though already." 'Why the hell did you say that part?'
"I don't mind, Ran. You're bad off...I'll contact company later and tell them a personal emergency came up." John said.
"Thanks, John." Randy gave a faint smile. 'Got him.' Randy closed his eyes, trying to draw a deep breath but coughed.
"Fuck, you're worrying me." John said. "Maybe you should get out for awhile and lay down." He moved to stand.
"Maybe." Randy went to slowly stand, cringing as he turned. The main bruise was a deep almost blackish purple.
"Fuck, Man. I'm scared to even touch you." John commented. His eyes looked troubled. "Stay here. I'll go for towels." He stepped from the tub and took off at a run for the shower area off the poolroom.
'Damn, that could be a problem.' Randy thought as he moved from the water and to one of the pool side lounge chair. John came back with a towel for himself and Randy. He walked over to the man, handing him his. "Here, Ran. Towel off and I'll get you to bed." He started drying his own body.
"Help me with the shorts?" Randy moved to stand. "So I don't drip through the house."
"Of course. Stand still." John took the towel from Randy and began to wipe down his lower half. He bent to almost kneel as he gently patted the younger man's wet legs.
"Thanks, Johnny." Randy told him with a smile.
"No problem...take it easy." John stayed low as he wiped Randy. Once he was finished, he took the gym shorts and gently pulled them up as he stood. "There you go. Just let me dress now." He walked to grab his own clothing.
"Yeah of course." Randy told him. John insisted on helping Randy to his room after he was dressed. He got the man tucked in bed, fussing over him before leaving to go to the kitchen to try his hand at making chicken soup. As John was trying to look up recipes and video's on homemade soup this phone rang.
"Hello?" He replied after answering the call.
"Hey, Buddy...did I miss you today or didn't you come in?" Rob asked on the other end.
"You missed me. I came in awhile back." John said as he moved to pull out some veggies from the fridge. "I looked over the books."
"Damn, I was really hoping to catch you." Rob told him.
"Why? What's up?" John asked as he pulled some frozen chicken from the freezer.
Rob seemed to stall a moment. "Well….you know how we have myself and the other trainers go through physicals and labs done once a year so we can prove to any skeptics that we don't use...shortcuts?"
"Of course. It was partly my suggestion." John told Rob. "Is someone causing an issue with it?"
"Yeah...Randy." Rob sighed. "His bloodwork showed an elevated T count. Now I am not saying for sure it's anabolic steroids."
"Oh." John seemed a little taken back. "Well, I know he's on a lot of medication from the mental facility. I'll have to ask him about it. I doubt he'll be there much longer though. He said he's not getting any clients. Also, he was attacked last night at a bar by some homophobic assholes. He's pretty banged up."
"Well, hope he'll be okay...and yeah, I think people are scared because of what got out to the public...being labeled as an attempted murderer can make people leery." Rob told John.
"Yeah...I understand that." John sighed. "Well, need anything else, Man?"
"Nope...felt you needed to know." Rob told him. "Take it easy."
"You too. Later, Playa." John ended the call and was left alone with his thoughts as he put together the soup. Was Randy taking something to make him as aggressive as he had been lately, maybe in hopes of keeping him satisfied sexually? Or was it just a part of the meds the younger man had been prescribed? That didn't make any sense though. The hospital wanted Randy less sexual and aggressive not the other way around. Why would they give him testosterone?
Randy stayed in bed. His eyes kept wanting to close on him but he would shift and they would shoot open from the pain. John came in a few hours later with a TV tray. It held a steaming bowl of soup and a bottle of water. "Ran?" He asked as he neared the bed.
"Hey...what you got?" Randy asked. "Smells good." He tried to shift to sit up, cringing with a pained groan as some of the bruised muscles felt locked up.
"I did some research...made you chicken soup...without noodles of course." John told him. "I used rice instead."
"That's sweet of you, John." Randy smiled. "You know it's bruises not a cold right?" He gave a weak chuckle so not to hurt himself.
"Yeah, I know." John put the tray carefully on Randy's lap and then took a seat. He looked to be in thought of what to say next.
Randy took the spoon, trying a sip then realized he needed to let it cool a bit. He saw John studying him. "Just a little too hot." He replied, thinking John was waiting for his feedback on the food.
"Ran, I need to ask you something." John said after a moment. "Are you taking anything...pill wise...other than what the doctor at the facility prescribed?"
"Well, a supplement." Randy replied honestly. "Why?"
"Rob called...when they did the check up on trainers you had an elevated level of T in your system." John explained.
"Damn, so the holistic mumbo jumbo actually worked." Randy commented. "If you want to check the bottle is on the dresser over there."
John walked to look at the bottle. He studied it carefully. "Why did you think you needed this?" He asked. He was relieved it seemed to be a more natural supplement.
"Well, they claim it helps boost your own Testosterone production...I figured it would help flush that female crap out of my system." Randy explained.
John nodded as he sat the pill bottle down and moved to take a seat. "I guess I can see that. I was just concerned."
"What, worried I was abusing shit again?" Randy asked, looking over at him.
"Not exactly...it just seemed odd the facility would give you something like that." John answered.
"Yeah...they didn't." Randy told him. John made idle talk for awhile and kept Randy company the rest of the day. He called company later that afternoon and requested a few days off for a personal emergency.
John was able to get three additional days. The day before he was set to go back on the road he received a message to report to the Smackdown office once we arrived at the arena. John looked at Randy as he rested on the master bed while John packed for the road. "They want to see me in the office tomorrow."
"Any clue what about?" Randy asked.
John shook his head no. "No...but I have a feeling I won't be getting another day off for awhile. It seems the company still can't function without me." He said jokingly.
"You mean outside your normal days off." Randy clarified.
"If I even get those." John sighed. He was feeling a little horny. "Maybe I should take that vibrating toy with me."
"Well, I hope you still get those….or I'll begin to bounce off the walls." Randy commented. "Plus it isn't healthy to work none stop. Wasn't that the point of this brand split?"
"Yeah, just so much media." John sighed. "And they have us working Raw dark matches." He was disappointed Randy never replied about the toy. He moved to place some folded clothing in his suitcase.
"That sucks." Randy sighed. "Um...if you take the toy...facetime me?"
"Sure." John nodded. He walked to the closet where he had hidden the bag. When he saw it, his heart wanted to race. "I think I'll forget the toy." He commented, walking back to finish packing.
"Why? Worried someone in security will find it?" Randy commented. "Damn, and I wanted a late night show too." 'More like he will find someone else to get his rocks off.' Randy's eyes narrowed faintly. 'Not like you could while you are hurt.' "Go ahead take it...I want to see it used." Randy said out loud.
"I...don't want to go in the bag to look for it." John admitted. Every time he saw those things he had flashbacks of how helpless and scared he had been when Randy had choked and hurt him. He had enjoyed the toys until that time. Tears actually misted his eyes.
"If you show me where you put it….I can try to find it." Randy offered.
John pointed. "In the closet near the front...near my shorts." He walked into the bathroom to look for his toiletries.
Randy moved from the bed, wincing as he moved for the large walk in closet. He looked in the area John told him, glad that it was hidden on the floor near the back. He slowly kneeled, opening it up. 'Why did you have to go tell him to keep this...think of the fun we could have had using more of it on him.' Randy shook his head, searching finding the vibrating plug and moved to try to stand up after pushing the bag back. "Fuck….JOHN?!" He yelled out.
John hurried from the bathroom to the closet, hearing the yell. "What's wrong, Ran?" He asked, walking quickly into the closet.
"Didn't mean to scare you...just need an arm up." Randy told him, looking at him from one knee. He extended his free hand.
"Oh...of course." John moved to take Randy's hand to help pull him to his feet.
Randy stumbled slightly but stayed upright. "Thanks...here you go." Randy handed John the plug. "Don't forget the lube."
"I won't." John took it and looked at Randy. He had not touched him in days. He moved to gently pull the taller man's head down for a soft kiss. Randy took a hold on John, turning the kiss deeper with a hungry moan from his chest. John actually parted his lips, allowing Randy to kiss him fully this time. Randy took the silent invitation to taste the inside of John's mouth. Randy could feel himself getting hard. He wanted….no he needed to feel John badly. He didn't know when he would again and he didn't want to waste tonight. He broke the kiss, panting.
"I want you to ride me." Randy told John.
"I don't want to hurt you." John protested. He knew Randy was badly hurt and in pain.
"I'm sure it would be less of a strain then me fucking you." Randy panted as a hand groped John's cock. "Don't you want my cock filling you before you need to leave?"
John gave a gasp at the touch. "Y-Yeah. Let's go." He moved to leave the closet.
Randy followed after John and then moved to shift out of his shorts the best he could until they could drop to the floor. He then kicked them off before laying down. He may not have been fully hard but he was showing signs of getting there. John stripped down as well, sitting the toy off to the side for the moment. He walked to grab the lube and then climbed on the bed. He applied some to his hand and began stroking Randy's cock, looking into his eyes. "I've never...rode anyone before."
Randy moaned at the touch. "Just straddle me lap and slowly lower yourself down until you can feel the head. Then a little more until you feel it go in. Then you can take it how ever fast or slow you want." Randy tried to explain. "If you need help to balance it should be okay to put your hands on my shoulders."
John nodded as he stroked. "I need you fully hard first." He noticed Randy was not completely hard yet.
"Yeah, that does help." Randy commented with a moan.
John tried to get Randy excited as he stroked him. "Admit it...it gets you hot...thinking of me wanting to ride that dick."
"Fuck yeah...I want you telling me how much you needed this. How you craved feeling my dick." Randy moaned.
"I have craved it...the last few days...I didn't want to hurt you." John said in a husky tone. "I wanted it so bad last night I thought about putting a few fingers in my ass...but I knew it wouldn't be the same."
"Would have been fun to watch." Randy panted. "Fuck, I need to feel you." He moaned. John moved his hand and slowly straddled Randy. He tried to line the head of Randy's manhood with his entrance and then began to sink down. He gave a moan as the head breached the outer ring. "Damn….yeah...that's it." Randy moaned, watching John as he filled himself. Likeing control one would think Randy would hate this position. He loved it though. It showed him John needed and craved the feeling as much as he did. It showed John wanted him.
"Fuck...that's a stretch." John moaned as he sank down. This was all so new to him...being the one to take what he wanted from Randy.
"Feel good though? Needed it too?" Randy moaned.
"Yeah." John was almost embarrassed to admit it. He was used to Randy just taking him. Once he was filled, he waited a moment before starting to move.
"That's good, John….yeah take it….damn." Randy encouraged. John moaned out as he was able to ride Randy at his own pace. He tried different angles until he brushed just the right area, his face contorting in pleasure. "Yeah...that's what I want to see." Randy panted.
John groaned as he hit the right angle over and over. His cock jumped with each thrust, leaking from the head. "Damn, you look so hot." Rand commented as he moved a hand to brush over John's cock as he moved.
John just groaned as he felt closer and closer. Sweat dripped from his flushed face. "Fuck...so damn close."
"Yeah, Johnny….cum for me." Randy moaned. "Feels so good."
John's body tensed as the pleasure began to build higher. "Oh...yeah give me that cock." He moaned, his walls squeezing tight.
"Yeah...that's it take it." Randy groaned, gripping at the sheet.
John gave a shudder and a long drawn out groan as he hit his peak, shooting a stream as the pleasure made him light headed. His muscles tightened and then finally relaxed as he was spent. "That's good...you can move to touch me….just don't fall on me." Randy tried to joke.
John slowly moved off Randy until he was sitting next to him on the bed. He grasped Randy's hard, slick member and began to jerk it. "What...I didn't feel good enough to get you off?" He teased.
"Felt great...just dampered by the not so good type of pain." Randy joked then moaned. "Damn, I love you touching me. You looked so hot riding me."
John's face flushed as he jerked Randy off. "It felt good...but I think I like the other way better."
"Both have a place." Randy replied, slowly panting more. "Yeah damn...close."
John moved the other hand to fondle Randy's balls. "Come on...cum for me."
"Mmmmm….OOoooo." Randy moaned, placing a hand to his ribs before he cried out more as he came, hitting John's hand and his abs. He then relaxed, panting hard. "Ne-needed that."
"Lay still and rest. I'll clean up and bring a cloth for you." John told him as he got up carefully and moved to the master bathroom. Randy just closed his eyes to relax as John moved. After a few moments he tried not to groan as the adrenalin was wearing off and the pain began to kick in. He didn't want John to think he caused it. John was gone a short time before he walked back to the bed with the cloth. As he bent to wipe off Randy, he took in the look on his face. "What's wrong, Ran?"
"Nothing….same shit different day." Randy replied, opening his eyes.
"I knew we shouldn't have fucked." John said with a worried look. "I'm a big guy...too much weight on you."
"Actually, I think it was more when I tensed at the end." Randy told him honestly. "And sorry I am not going to not get my rocks off because of a few bruises."
"We need to be careful." John insisted as he wiped Randy. "No more sex until you get better."
"Well, from the way you're talking that may not be an issue if WWE becomes slave drivers just because you asked for three extra days." Randy told him.
"Yeah...fuck." John agreed. He spent the rest of the day pampering Randy. The next day it was time for him to return to the road. As instructed he reported to the office once he reached the arena for the Smackdown show. When John knocked he was told to enter. He saw not only Daniel and Shane, but Hunter was in there as well. All three men were looking at him. John fought to remain calm as he walked in, giving a small smile. "Hello Daniel, Shane...Hunt." He moved to close the door and took a seat. "I was called in for a meeting?"
"More or less." Hunter told John. "Daniel, you can go if you wish." He knew the younger man was not one for confrontation if it could be helped. Daniel nodded and headed for the door, patting John's shoulder as he passed him.
John gave Hunter and Shane his full attention once he was alone. "I take it there is an issue?"
"Sadly yes." Shane replied, moving to a chair. He drew a deep breath with a sigh. "Have you been up to date on the social feeds and the dirt sheets while you were off tending to family business?"
John shook his head. "No...for once I haven't been online."
"John...I know you are trying to be a good friend…" Hunter spoke up. "But whatever the deal is with you and Randy needs to stops."
John gave a look of surprise and then shook his head. "I don't think my personal life is any of your concern. You know I come to work and keep it professional."
"It is looking bad on the company." Hunter told him honestly. "You know how bad it looks which what came out about Randy for one of his victims to be seen with him? Then add the fact you broke up an engagement because of him? He's been seen leaving your gym, out at a diner with you. Rumors are there is more going on besides just friendship." Hunter began to run down the list.
"There is." John said honestly. "I don't know how much more yet...but there is something."
Hunter shook his head, rubbing it. "John...you were always a ladies man...Randy fucked you in the head." Hunter told him. "This is coming from your friend and not one of your bosses...He's dangerous and you need to distance yourself from him before you get hurt….more hurt then we already suspect. People have seen you when you come back on the road...you have bruises, marks, the way you move. I'm worried for your safety John." He bit his lip. He then looked at John with a serious expression. "Now, as your boss...it is becoming bad reflection on us. Now this I know is a false dirty rumor….but there is one spreading that you and Randy were together before this mess...that you helped Randy plot the attack on Nikki...That you only played the victim after he got caught so that you both wouldn't take the fall."
John's eyes widened in shock. "Of...course not. You saw me that day, Hunt. Did I look like I was faking it?" His heart wanted to clench in anger.
"I said I know it isn't true...but the accusation is out there all the same. People don't see how a victim and the fiancee of another victim can be seen hanging out with their attacker." Hunter told him. "Now you see why I am saying you need to put a stop to these relations. On a personal level I worry for your safety and on a professional level it is casting a bad reflection on you and the company."
John lowered his head. "I...don't know if I can. I can't seem to stay away from him...as a friend, I've never been more drawn to someone before...I almost crave him."
"You need help, John. You have to see it isn't healthy." Hunter looked at Shane. "You mind?"
"No...it's fine." Shane left the room, shutting the door.
Hunter looked back at John. "Okay, friend to friend. How bad has it been so far? Remember I've already seen you at what we thought was the lowest point."
"Not bad." John tried to rationalize. "There was one time after sex I made a joke about topping...touched his ass. He snapped and started to choke me and then stopped. He said it brought back a flashback of orderlies who tried to abuse him in the facility." John paused. "Then...one other time...we decided to mess around with some kinky stuff...you know, ropes and paddles. Right in the middle of it I got a flirty text from Sasha...Randy snapped and choked me...hit me a few times with the paddle...then he snapped out of it. He begged my forgiveness...I told him no more possessive shit and no more kinky toys."
"Fuck, John...Don't you see he is still possessive!?" Hunter exclaimed. "Shit like this is only going to escalate. Everytime he see's someone else make a move or he even thinks is a move he's going to react. John, how many women's shelters have you visited? How many abused mothers have you met? How many times do their stories hold the words 'I didn't think it would have gotten that bad.' or 'He apologised afterwards.'?"
"But this is different...I'm as strong as Randy...stronger. I'm not weaker or helpless." John insisted. "Besides that, Randy's hurt right now. He can hardly walk. He was attacked at a bar by a group of homophobes and all bruised up right now."
"Key words there, John...right now. I'm sorry that happened to him. As for physical strength it goes past that. Mental plays a big part and it seems like he has the mind games in spades with you." Hunter told him. He drew a deep sigh, lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can try to give you a month to try to sort this out. Have our spin doctors try to work their magic to minimize damage. If you are still together after that time I am not sure what steps the board will want to take. Of course myself and even Vince are pushing to keep you. Some other members feel you should be released to keep our image clean."
John's head reeled from the news. He never expected it to escalate this way. "I...understand. Thanks, Hunt."
"Of course...if you ever need to talk...even just as friends you have my number." Hunter told John.
John nodded, trying to offer a smile. "Thanks...I don't know why I want him like I do...but I can't stop." His eyes looked conflicted as he looked up.
"Somehow...he got into your head hard and fast." Hunter told John. "I've known you since you showed up here and you never showed an inkling of swinging that way. Fuck, John...I remember an interview where you said you were not into anal play of any kind."
"I know...I know...maybe I was in denial?" John asked, confused. "It's hard for me to admit...but I've never felt as turned on as I am with him."
"Just be careful. You know I am not one to judge...hey, I swing for both teams." Hunter gave a chuckle. "So you ever need an ear you have mine. Randy is a long time friend and I hate viewing him in a bad light...but it's hard for me not to."
"I appreciate that...really. You saved me in the past and I'm grateful." John told Hunter.
Hunter nodded with a sigh, hoping history won't be repeating itself. "Well, is there anything on your mind while you have my attention John?"
John shook his head. "No, Sir."
"Okay...get going then." Hunter told him.
John nodded and excused himself. His mind reeled. He loved being with Randy but was it worth maybe losing his one passion? Wrestling had been his lifelong dream.