(Final update for the week. I did more than normal because we are snowed in and bored. A side note: A male sex demon called an incubus will be included in this story. Any of you who follow our other stories knows we often include supernatural themes. We do not claim to be experts on these types of matters. The information in the story was gleaned from multiple sources online about the subject of the ancient demons who supposedly feed on sexual energy and can get very possessive of their human "mates.") Rose
Seth returned a few minutes later, drying off his damp hair that smelled of shampoo. "Thanks...I feel better." His eyes took in how Dean was petting John but made no comment.
Dean looked over and got up. "Good...my turn I guess. "I woke him enough to find out when he had to leave. I am letting him rest until six." He got up from the bed. He moved toward the bathroom and Seth. "He said to tell you it was fun."
"It was." Seth nodded, looking at John. How could a guy pushing 40 look so damn young and child like?
Dean made his way to the shower to wash off. He knew he could take his time and enjoy the warm sprays. He didn't know why but he actually felt a lightness to himself he had not felt in what seemed like years. So lost in thought he began to sing even if it was very off key.
Seth could hear parts of Dean's song from the bathroom as he dressed. He had to wonder why he was so happy. Was it his return...John or both? He knew better than anyone how lonely his lover had been and despite his flaws he honestly regretted hurting him. Dean finally finished and got out, still humming as he dried. He moved to the vanity to use the hotel's blow drier to dry his hair some. Seth had to smile as he watched Dean from the couch. Even feeling a bit jealous he was glad to see the man happy again.
Dean still had the towel wrapped around him as he moved to plop down on the couch next to Seth. The smile beamed bright on his face. "You seem happy." Seth observed, looking over at Dean.
"You know what? I think I am...in quite some time I think I am." Dean almost chirped.
"I'm glad." Seth said honestly. "I'm...going to try harder to play nice with Dimples. I just get jealous I guess."
"I know, Kit...I know...but he is part of this." Dean told him.
Seth nodded. "I see that...I guess in a way...he gives you something I never really could...he craves submission...loves what you give him."
"And he offers what I can't to you." Dean told Seth. "The same wanting to be controlled...and he loves to pamper." Dean reached over, scratching under Seth's beard.
Seth's eyes drifted closed at the feeling. "Yeah...I don't love him though...you're it for me, Sir. I know I can be spoiled and immature...but I do love you."
"How would you feel if I told you I might?" Dean wondered.
Seth's eyes looked worried. "You love Dimples?"
"I think I may...but also you." Dean turned to look at him. "I care about you both. I guess I am just trying to figure out if it's love though." His eyes showed his confusion. "Does that make sense?"
"I guess...you do spend a lot of time with him." Seth let out a breath. "I'll try not to be too jealous. I'll try."
"It would mean a lot." Dean leaned forward to lightly kiss Seth again with a smile. "It may also help get you back in good grace with Master Leo. You know he was beyond cross with you."
Seth nodded. "I know I was stupid. Maybe in time he'll forgive me."
"Yeah maybe...if he sees how happy you both are making me...who know maybe you can even get your number reinstated." Dean told him.
Seth gave another nod. "I am truly sorry, Sir. I will try to make it up to you."
Dean nodded. "I know. You also know the call isn't just mine."
Seth's eyes lowered slightly. "Yes, I know. I'll try to be patient, Sir."
"Good...Master Leo already talked about Dimples getting his." Dean told him lowly, not wanting John to over hear. "Would you like to attend the ceremony?"
Seth looked taken back at first. "You're taking him as permanent after only this long? It was six months for me."
"It had been a few months before you came back, Kit." Dean tried to calm him by stroking his cheek. "Master Leo approached me about it. I don't know if it is a gut feeling or he had reports from other clubs about us. I saw him when I was home last week,"
Seth closed his eyes and took a breath. He opened them again with a nod. "I'll try to be supportive...I've given you enough pain."
"Thanks, Kit...did you want to be present?" Dean asked while now scratching under Seth's jaw on the scruff of the beard.
Seth gave a purr of pleasure at the scratch. "Yeah...I want to show Master Leo I'm sorry." He admitted.
"Good." Dean smiled. "He will contact me with a few possible dates, from those I will need to figure the best for Dimples and myself. I know with you on injury you're flexible." Dean lightly gripped the hairs of the beard before leaning in to kiss Seth with a slightly longer kiss then before. John had woke partly, hearing his name but was still disoriented from sleep. He saw Dean lean to kiss Seth fully on the lips on the couch and his stomach twisted. Dean had told him that Seth was back on the bottom, even below him. Yet he was lucky to get a kiss on the forehead. Dean loved Seth more and why not? They had been lovers. He sat up slowly. Seth smiled after the kiss. He looked at the bed, hearing movement.
Dean looked when Seth's head turned. He looked at him with faint uncertainty. Dean mentally shook it off before he stood up, moving for the bed. "Did we wake you, Dimples?"
John's eyes looked a little sad. "You weren't being loud, Master. I don't know why I woke up. Maybe I should go shower?"
"One moment, Dimples." Dean went to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked at John's face and took a hand to brush his face. "Remember what we talked about when I arrived today?"
Dean looked at Seth. "Think he can handle it?" Maybe the question was more if Seth could handle it. Seth felt a stab of jealousy but gave a slow nod. He knew for Dean to be happy he had to try. Dean looked back at John, seeing the confusion in the older man's eyes. Dean brushed John's face. "See if this answers a few questions." He scooted closer before leaning toward John, placing a faint brushing kiss to his lips then pulled back. He looked waiting for his reaction.
John looked shocked and unsure of how to react. His stomach fluttered from the simple kiss. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Thank you, Master."
Dean smiled with a nod then stood up. "Okay, Dimples...now go get cleaned...you're a dirty boy." He faintly laughed before moving back to the couch. John looked dazed as he moved to get up and walk into the bathroom. "Thanks, Kit." Dean told him with a kiss to his cheek.
Seth nodded. "You know I'm possessive. But I'll try to keep my claws to myself...unless he wants them."
"Good little Kitty." Dean jokingly almost cooed giving a scratch of Seth's beard. "You going out at all tonight?"
"No...you know I don't mind my claws capped at times either." Seth smiled at the scratch.
Dean closed his eyes. He held out his hands drawing the shadows out from inside him. "Want your collar, Kit?"
"Yes, please." Seth grinned. He actually moved to kneel down slowly on the floor.
Dean heard the movement and opened his eyes, letting Seth see the tendrils of black in his eyes. "That's a good Lil Kitty." Dean told him as he reached his hand out to pace the collar much like the one John wore in the rooms. He hooked the ring to hold Seth still before he leaned forward, nipping the smaller man's neck above where it rested.
Seth gave a purred moan, his eyes drifting shut. "Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome, Kit. Now up before you strain your knee." Dean told him, letting go.
Seth struggled to his feet and sat on the couch. "I hate being out of work so long." He grumbled. John came out of the bathroom, drying off.
"Well, keep up on your therapy and you never know. Look at Dimples...he is the king of fast comebacks." Dean laughed.
John chuckled as he moved to dress. "They don't call me Super Cena for nothing." The room felt lighter and free of stress.
"Super Cena was just pleading for more of our cocks." Seth reminded him smugly. John's face flushed with lust at the memory.
Dean laughed. "Dimples...look… you and Kit have matching pieces." Dean commented. "And yes, I need to remove yours before you leave."
John walked to look closely at Seth's piece. He gave a dimpled smile. "Nice."
"I felt he's been a good Kitty." Dean laughed.
John gave Seth a pat on the head jokingly and the younger man growled. "Don't push it, Dimples." It was a growl but there was no heat in his tone.
"That was out of line, Dimples." Dean lightly warned John. A Dom patting a sub's head was one thing, but a sub doing it could be seen as demeaning to the other sub."
John nodded, his joking smile fading. "I'm sorry, Master. I was having fun with Kit. I thought it was permitted between subs."
"You two can discuss later about what you feel is okay in private." Dean told him. " Don't pull it at gatherings."
"Yes, Master." John said as he lowered his head. Seth had to laugh. "You look like a scolded puppy, Dimples. You can joke with me in private."
"See, that wasn't that hard was it, Dimples?" Dean asked.
"No, Master." John replied. He moved to finish dressing. "I should leave soon."
"Okay, let me take your collar off for now." Dean instructed him.
John moved to walk in front of Dean and drop to his knees. Dean reached out touching the collar on John's neck causing it to fade from view. "See you when you get in, Dimples."
"Yes, Master." John stood to go.
"Forget my kiss, Dimples?" Seth called, for once no mocking in his tone. He knew it wasn't love but maybe they could have a fondness in time between them. John smiled and walked over to the couch, leaning over Seth. He tangled his hands in the dark hair and gave him a kiss.
"Now you boys are just teasing." Dean laughed.
John pulled away from Seth. "Maybe a little, Master." He grinned before leaving. "Damn...he's getting bold." Seth panted.
"Yeah...see how bold he gets...may need to rein him in some." Dean told him.
"You don't think he'll forget his place with you?" Seth questioned.
Dean laughed. "I doubt it...while we may be falling in love he also loves being at my feet too much."
"That he does...you should feel the desire pouring off him...he loves a hard Master...when you push him." Seth observed.
"Yeah...so I may need to learn to relax...a little at times when it comes to the two of you in private. Just as long as manners are remembered at the club." Dean answered.
Seth nodded. "Have you even ever had to punish Dimples before?"
"Nope." Dean replied, kicking back. He then noticed he was still naked. "Need to remember to dress before we order food."
"Damn, he's a good boy. Seems I was always being a brat and getting punished." Seth said.
Dean laughed. "As we said it is more his nature...he loves to serve and obey."
Dean left a while later, leaving Seth alone in the suite. Seth spent the time alone watching TV and browsing the Internet until it was time for them to arrive back. John made it back first, kicking off his shoes. "Hey, Kit." Seth looked over from the couch, giving a genuine smile for once. "Hey, Dimples." John walked to take his place on the floor by the couch.
Dean was about a half hour behind John. "Hey, Boys." He smiled at them both. They both greeted Dean, turning to look at him before John lowered his eyes as was customary. Dean walked over by John. "Ready for your collar on then you can order out night time meal...Actually, order first. I will place it after the food is delivered." He leaned to kiss John's head before moving to kiss Seth's cheek.
"What would you both like?" John asked as he stood. Seth looked thoughtful. "Baked chicken and mixed vegetables, Dimples. Water to drink."
"That actually sounds good...can't live off burgers." Dean laughed. "Still a shake though."
John smiled and nodded. He ordered Dean and Seth the same dinner. For himself he ordered a double order of baked chicken and an avocado platter. "Pets like their meat." He chuckled after hanging up the phone.
"I guess you're still a growing boy." Dean old him.
John chuckled as he moved to sit on the floor. The food arrived a short time later and the three men ate their dinner. For some reason John's eyes kept drifting shut as he relaxed by Dean, his head against his Master's leg. Seth was laying down on the couch, his head in Dean's lap. Dean thought he heard John start to snore once to twice as he rested against his leg. "Dimples?" He lightly patted his shoulder.
John shook himself to reply. "Yes, Master?"
"Go get ready for bed, I'm sure you have an early day as normal." Dean told him.
"Yes, Master. Want me to take the floor so Kit can have the bed?" John asked as he stood, trying to be generous and share.
Dean thought a moment. "Which would be more comfortable, the air bed or the couch for you?"
"I want to be by you, Master. The air bed is fine." John replied as he walked to set it up.
"Okay, Dimples." Dean scratched Seth's head. "So what's your day like tomorrow?"
"I have to see a physical therapist in the morning and then a media appointment in the afternoon." Seth mumbled. His eyes were closed in bliss as happy purrs left his throat. John stripped down to his boxers after the bed was inflated and went to the bathroom.
"Well then maybe we should get ready for bed as well." Dean told Seth. "Come on...up we go." He gave a light playful push under Seth's head and shoulder.
Seth grumbled a little at the sudden movement but obeyed. As they were moving John returned from the bathroom and laid on his bed. "Night, Master...Kit."
"Night, Dimples." Dean replied as he got ready for bed, changing into sweatpants.
"Night, Dimples." Seth echoed. He was already in comfortable gym shorts so he left them on and climbed into bed. Dean cut most of the lights before getting in bed then shut the bedside light moving to get comfortable. As the boys all fell asleep the shadows seemed slightly agitated. Seth and John fell asleep quickly. John was laying on his side as his chest rose and fell in a deep sleep.
As John slept he began to dream he was in his home in Florida. He was heading for his bedroom after a long stretch on the road. As he opened the door his nose was hit with a musky, leathery scent. John paused in the doorway to look around. The smell was familiar to his senses. It was everything a sexy man smelled like to him. Leather was almost an aphrodisiac. Laying on the bed on his side facing the door was a sight John had not seen in a few years. Rich, flawless skin accenting chiseled features and bright, rich blue eyes. All of it was framed by flowing hair that looked like it could have been spun by golden silk.
John knew in his subconscious he should run out of the room but something in those eyes seemed to pull him nearer the bed. "Jarriad...I thought you were gone now...I blessed this place...you were draining me too much to work."
The man almost scoffed at the words. "Yes...that wounded me, my dear." He commented as he slipped from the bed, his form naked was just as flawless as his face, almost glided to John. "I forgive you though." He told him as he reached John. He reached out to brush his face. "You can't say I wasn't missed."
John gave a shudder as the simple touch wanted to hit every pleasure sensor in his body. "Things are different now." He tried to argue, looking into the almost hypnotizing eyes. "I have a Master."
There may have been the slightest of flickers to Jarriad's face. "I'm the only one you need...deep down you know you want me." He leaned, pressing his lips to John. Soft at first but then his hand slipped behind John's head, pulling it deeper.
John gave a groan at the deep kiss. It was the kind of kiss that fills your body with deep desire unlike Dean's soft one. His mind tried to think but his body could not help but respond. "That's it, my Dearest...Like this." He kissed then nipped the side of John's neck. "How alive I make you feel when I am around." His other hand trailed over John's body, tracing the contours of his chest and stomach. John could only give a strangled moan at the attention. It was as if the being knew exactly what to say and do to set his body on fire.
"Say it." Jarriad whispered as his hand moved to brush over John's clothed cock. "Tell me you want me...need me...that you want to feel alive again."
John's head spun at the words. He loved being ordered around and Jarriad was no exception. "I...want you...please."
"Say the rest, John." Jarriad whispered as he started to open John's shorts. As he did he continued to kiss John's neck.
"Fuck...I need you...to feel alive again." John said in a husky tone. Surely this was all a dream. What harm could be in it?
A pleasure moan like sound came from Jarriad. "That's what I needed, my dear." He told John as his hand moved to lower John's shorts, grasping a hold of John's cock, giving a firm stroke. "I can treat you like gold...or lower like trash...I know which you like." He moved to grab both sides of John's shorts, pulling them lower. "Kick them off and bend over the bed." Jarriad was sporting his own quite impressive member. He eyed John hungrily.
No one had ever looked at John the way Jarriad did. It was a look of ravenous hunger and unbridled lust. It was part of what had kept him so enthralled with the spirit for so long. His body seemed to have a mind of his own as he walked the short distance to the bed, bending over. "That's it." Jarriad walked over and behind John. His hands seemed to almost worship John's body as they kneaded the flesh. He then moved to begin to push into John. There was no expected pain, just the wonderful pleasure burn of the stretching as their bodies joined.
"Fuck, always so big." John moaned out. Roman was a big boy and Jarriad stretched him more than the Samoan but there was no pain or discomfort.
"Just the way you liked me." Jarriad told John before he started to move, taking John hard and fast. A hand moving under them to jerk John with the thrusts. John moaned as each thrust seemed to stroke him just right. He could feel the heat almost consuming him as his body was rattled. "Yes...mmm that's it, my dear. So hot." Jarriad moaned. "You know you can't hold back from me...don't want to hold back from me." John could feel Jarriad 's long hair brushing his back. His body soon tensed as he cried out his orgasm. The pleasurable waves seemed to sweep over him.
Soon after John climaxed the vision of the dream got hazy before the sensation vanished the the sight went completely black, tossing him back into a dreamless sleep. As John laid in the room his face was coated in sweat. A wet stain on the front of his boxers showed his strong, physical reaction to the encounter. A few more hours passed before John's alarm went off. The older man groaned, feeling drained as he opened his eyes. He forgot about the dream at first and wondered if he was coming down sick. He barely had the strength to shut off the alarm.
Dean moved, waking more than normal as John's alarm went off longer than normal. "Dimples?" He called out, confused. Did John head to the bathroom early?
John mumbled as he forced himself to stand. "Sorry, Master...feel tired...hope I'm not coming down with something."
"Don't be sorry...just was wondering." Dean told John. "If you still feel out of it at the arena go see Doc."
"Yeah, I'll do that." John looked down and blushed, seeing a dark stain in the front of his boxers. "I'd better go shower."
Dean tried to remember if John showered last night. He didn't think much of it. "Okay, Dimples." Dean smiled.
John moved to the bathroom. "Dimples must have had a wet dream." Seth chuckled as he smoothed the hair from his face. "We didn't play last night and he showered after our...afternoon fun."
"That's why he was blushing?" Dean wondered. "I thought he just wanted a shower because the ones at the arenas suck."
"He had a freaking huge wet spot...there." Seth laughed. "That guy's sex drive is like a teenage boy. I thought we wore his ass out."
Dean laughed, "Guess he is making up for lost time."
"Lost time?" Seth questioned as he stood to stretch.
"He didn't have many partners before us. He couldn't risk being outed by a male rat and he isn't into chicks." Dean tried to explain. "He has been worked over in clubs, but you know that rarely involved sex."
"Fuck, so he was a virgin before you?" Seth could hardly believe it. A guy like John had good looks and money to burn.
"Well, no...just not a lot before me." Dean told him.
"Oh...well, yeah. Long time I guess." Seth moved to get dressed.
John was thoughtful as he washed down in the shower. The dream with Jarriad was coming back in vivid detail, making his body flush. He knew it was only a dream. The incubus had been out of his life for well over a year. It was normal his mind would remember the sensations and feelings Jarriad brought. Dean moved to get dressed as well. "Good luck with therapy." He told Seth.
"Thanks, Babe...I mean, Sir." Seth quickly corrected himself. "Might stop by the local Cross Fit."
John came out of the bathroom and began to dry off. "I feel better now, Master...the shower woke me up."
"That's great, Dimples." Dean told him then looked at Seth. "Okay, Kit...You know so much more about that stuff then me,. Just don't do anything that could risk your healing. Maybe double check it with your therapist when you go." Seth nodded that he understood. After the three men dressed they ate breakfast. Seth was actually the first to leave. John looked thoughtful as he sat on the floor after breakfast. He had a little time before he had to go to his first appointment of the day.
"Something on your mind, Dimples?" Dean asked as he was finishing his meal.
"No, Sir...well, slightly." John admitted with a blush. "I had a guess you'd say wet dream. I just didn't expect it."
Dean nodded. "Kit told me he noticed the issue. I guess everyone gets them once and again. We just thought we had wore you out so good before the show it was a slight surprise."
"Yeah...I did too." John admitted. "I'm definitely not sexually frustrated. I've had more sex these past few days than the past ten years combined."
Dean chuckled. "I did admit that to Kit when he noticed. He couldn't believe no one was after you before."
John blushed a little at that. "Hard to have sex when you're well known and in the closet. All it takes is for one fan or coworker to out you to the public."
"Well, I mentioned the fan part...I never thought about a coworker doing it. Fuck, that would be dirty." Dean told him.
"It happens." John said simply. "Not to brag but when you are the face of the company any news is big news. I'm thankful I found you, Master."
"As am I, Dimples...Yes, I know you can say about Kit, but you offer something different. He serves because he loves me...you love me because you like to serve."
"I also love you...but you're right I enjoy serving for the sake of it." John admitted. He stood up slowly.
"Let me remove the collar before we forget and you need to rush out." Dean told him.
John knelt back down for the collar to be removed. "I need to leave soon, Master."
"I figured." Dean told him as he removed traces of the collar.
John stood back to his feet. It felt quiet being without Seth and just them. "Have a nice day, Master." He said. He paused, looking at Dean and wondering if he would get a kiss.
"Come here." Dean told him, motioning down towards him. John walked near Dean, his eyes lowered slightly as always. Dean raised up, hooking a hand behind his head pulling him in for a kiss slightly longer than the night before. "Have a good day."
An image flashed in John's mind from the night before of Jarriad's kiss but he pushed it away. "You too, Master." He gave his Dom a kiss before moving to go. Dean relaxed until it was his time to take off for his daily grind.