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A/N #2: OK this is Slash. If you don't know it is MxM pairing. Don't like it or it not your thing feel free to go pick another story. Please REVIEW.)

Randy slipped a faint moan, his own eyes growing large for a moment. Sheamus huffed a breath through his nose. He moved the hand from near John's head to around his upper chest. "I am going to change positions for ye, Angel...Close yer eyes a moment." John closed his eyes obediently and waited on his Master's next move. Sheamus shifted their bodies so John was actually now facing outward. He looked over John's shoulder at Randy, now seeing his own show. He stroked John harder as he just barely rolled his hips allowing him to stimulate John deeply. He then whispered quietly in John's ear.
"Ye worried about hurting someone by doing this...go ahead, Angel, open yer eyes...lay yer fears to rest."

Sheamus started to lick over the mark he had created before. He moaned as he felt John's body twitching and shuttering against his own. John opened his eyes and gasped, seeing Randy stroking his large cock looking at him with lust burning deep in his blue-grey eyes. "R-Randy..." John moaned as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Fuck...you look so good, Daddy. So sinful..." Randy gasped with a moan when Sheamus 'exposed him.' He licked his lips, watching the two. He closed his eyes, panting as he was growing closer to his climax, being such a bad boy getting caught, but there was no point stopping now.
"Ye see, Angel...he is so turned on by the sight of us...he can barely help himself..." Sheamus shifted his eyes toward Randy. "Isn't that right, Babe...you just love the sight of me tending to your boy don't ye?"
"Oh fu...fuck yeah..." Randy moaned out just before he came, cumming hard, his creamy release spraying his hand & abs as well as in the air to show his lovers how hot they indeed made him.

Sheamus moaned seeing Randy lose it for them. "Oh god, Angel...mmmm" He buried his face against John's neck as he started to roll his hips faster. He was panting heavy against John's flesh as he gave a few final quick thrusts as he climaxed, filling John up with his seed; he kept himself buried deep as he still stoked John. "Come on, Angel..." Sheamus panted near his ear. "Show yer daddy how good yer Master treats ye." John moaned, unable to form words as he came hard, looking at Randy with love and passion in his blue eyes. Sheamus still held John as he rolled his hips to pull his now spend cock from John's body. "Can ye stand, Angel?"

Randy made his way towards the sink to begin his own cleaning up. The expression on his face may have been slightly hard to read exactly as he moved. "Yeah, I think so." John gave a weak chuckle as he found his feet. "Talk about a good morning wake up."
Sheamus let John go. "Ok. Now we need to really get cleaned up." He looked at the dropped cloth. "And it was...including our spectator."
"Ha, ha...very funny, Shea." Randy responded. John laughed a booming laugh as he grabbed the soap and started washing himself. He was in a fantastic mood now. He started rapping one of his favorite Eminem songs as he cleaned himself.

Randy turned from where he was and Sheamus had to stop as both men looked at John. They didn't say anything as they shook their heads going back to what they were doing. John was rapping and bobbing his head, enjoying his now lukewarm shower. "The way you shake it, I can't believe it! I ain't never seen an ass like that! The way you move it, you make my pee pee go DOING DOING DOING!" Sheamus couldn't help but give John a somewhat firm...but playful slap on his ass as he was singing. Randy just rolled his eyes as John's song selection.
"I think he is thinking of our reaction to his." Randy exclaimed as he went to grab his shorts where he dropped them before.
"Damn straight." John laughed as he finished washing. "I need to work on my own rhymes a bit. I want to put out another CD."

"That's cool." Randy started. "Marc helping you out again this time? Little freeloader needs to earn his keep somehow." He chuckled. Sheamus finished his washing before stepping out to dry off.
"Yeah, that's the plan and don't pick on my cousin. He's got mad skills." John finished and turned off the water, stepping out to dry also. "Think I'll wear a jersey today. I feel like the Dr. today."
"Yeah, the skills of a mooch." Randy laughed, moving back to the main room after Sheamus already left. "Come on when he isn't trying to work on tracks...what he does he do besides quote take care of your place." Sheamus shook his head, listening to the two of them go back and forth as he dressed in faded jeans, a polo and his flat cap. He heard John mention one of his jerseys...but he was more or less going to meet his love's family and wished to try to make a nice impression. Randy moved to his bag, slipping on jeans and a black t-shirt with sneakers.

"Shut the fuck up, Randy." John answered with a good-natured grin. He dressed in a pair of jeans, his jersey and sneakers, grabbing his ball cap to put it on backwards. He glanced at Sheamus. "You look nice, Sweets. Just the type of guy you want to bring home to meet your mom." John teased, winking. Sheamus blushed faintly, rubbing his hand over his lower face, smoothing his mustache and beard. "Well isn't that the point, Johnny Boy?"
"Ok, can we get this show on the road before checkout time...so maybe you two can get there before dinner?" Randy asked trying not to feel awkward again by not offering to go himself.

"Yeah let's go." John slipped on his dog tags and pocketed his phone and wallet. "Let's get our stuff together." Sheamus called the front desk for a bellhop and that the suite was checking out. While thy waited they double checked all last-minute items. Once the cart arrived, they loaded their things up to head out. Sheamus finished the paperwork at the front desk while John and Randy packed up the rental. "Guess you'll be swapping out for one of your rides once we get there?" Randy asked.
"Yeah. Sure missed my babies. Can't wait to get behind the wheel of one again." John answered. "You and Marc behave and try not to kill each other, ok?"
"I have to deal with Marc...I thought he would be at this family gathering?" Randy tried not to groan at Sheamus joined them.

"What I miss, Fellas?"
"Oh, just Randy bitching about having to share my house with my cousin." John rolled his eyes. "No, Randy. I want to see how well my parents take it first. Show some maturity and get along. Marc's cool."
Randy rolled his eyes. "I'll just hide in one of the guest rooms until you two get back. That or your gym room...sorry, John but you know we don't share taste in music and he will blast it just to get on my nerves." He slipped in the back seat so Sheamus could take passenger to let John drive since he should know the quickest way there.

John got in the driver's side and put on his seatbelt. "Well, we never shared the same taste in music either and I blasted it just to annoy you. It never stopped us from being buddies." John replied as he put the key in to start the car.
"I get you back at times...you deal with my rock at times."
"True." John laughed as he pulled out to get started on the road. "Admit it. You were only my friend because you love my ass." He reached his free hand over to take Sheamus', giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Well you tried to be everyone's buddy in OVW...you were just that sort of guy. Even the stuck up prick who felt he was better than everyone else. I treated you like shit...yet you were always there when I needed someone." Randy replied as he relaxed, having the back seat to himself. Sheamus gave a faint smile when John took his hand. He knew he still had a few hours, but nerves were already growing in his body. "Your ass was only a bonus once I found out you swung for both teams." John was touched by Randy's words. He had expected a sarcastic remark about his ass.
"Thanks, Man." John focused on the road, butterflies in his stomach. "I hope Dad doesn't take the news too hard. And Mom keeps asking me when I'm going to settle down and give her some grand kids. I should have come clean years ago."

Sheamus looked down at John's words, his own worries growing. He tried to turn his focus to the scenery as it whizzed by them. He didn't even realize he was shaking a little. "Don't you already have a few nieces and nephews? How many grand kids do they want?" Randy asked.
"You know how moms are. There are never enough." John felt a brief stab of sadness as he suddenly realized that he would never know what it would feel like to be a father. He had honestly never thought of it before. Sheamus slowly slid his hand from John's, rubbing his forehead. "Shea, you ok, Man?"
"Um...aye...ju-just tired." He tried to swallow a lump in his throat. John glanced over in concern as he drove. "Why don't you rest your head and close your eyes awhile, Sweetheart? I can wake you when we get to my house. You look beat."

"Ok...Angel..." Sheamus rested his hand between his head and the window. He wasn't tired as much as worried and maybe now a touch sad hearing and unintentionally feeling John's own sadness on the subject of kids. John kept silent and watched the road so that Sheamus could rest. As he drew closer to his family's home he thought again on the subject of children. He loved kids with a passion and had always assumed that one day in the future he would have at least one of his own. Now he knew that was never to be. John loved Randy and Sheamus more than life itself it just hurt to think that he would never have that blessed privilege. The ride grew quiet for the three. Randy tried not to worry seeing Sheamus shifting in his seat.
"Shea." He asked low in case the man had dozed off.
"Hmm, what?"
"You want John to pull over at the next rest stop we can shift seats, then you can have the whole back seat to rest?"

"I...I guess." Randy thought Sheamus sounded more sad than tired but was unsure how to call him on it...but he thought he knew the why.
"Hey it will give us all time to stretch our legs and hit a rest room. Sound good , John?"
"Sure. There should be one right up ahead soon." John watched the road signs for the next rest stop. "Yeah, there's one right up at the next exit."
"No problem." They waited until they pulled into the rest stop. Sheamus headed right for the restroom the movement he got out. Randy sighed, rubbing his forehead once he got out to stretch. He tried not to shoot John any looks while he debated following Sheamus or not. John got out to stretch himself.
"I don't have to go to the bathroom." John told Randy as he moved around a little.
"I'm going to check on Shea." Randy headed for the small building that held the restrooms.