Jon's entrance from the locker room and then the arena was met with loud applause and tons of flashing from cameras. In true nature, he enjoyed it, briefly, then was bored and annoyed. Making sure the adoring fans got their moment I kept whispering things to keep him calm, finally we were in a limo to take us to the hotel. I had turned the keys over to an assistant to return our car before we were loaded up, and had just finished ordering Jon's dinner. He wasn't happy in the limo, but apparently it was in the contract he signed. Pouting with his head in my lap, he calmed as I ran my fingers through his curls. The hard won prize he had just won was lying on his backpack beside the seat.
At the hotel we unloaded and the escort that walked in with us annoyed Jon to no end. He stubbornly slung his backpack on his shoulder and dragged his luggage case, the belt over his shoulder. Checking in required a ton of photos and autographs. Finally we were in the elevator and heading to our room. I was scratching at his nape and calming him verbally and physically. Room Service was just arriving from the opposite end of the hall as we neared our room. Jon's face lit up.
"Oh please tell me that's my dinner!" The young man who pushed the cart said a room number, I nodded.
"Yes that's yours Jon," I murmured as I reached to open the door. Letting the young man in with the starving man hot on his trail, I had a tip ready and signed for the meal. I sent the eager to please young man off for a couple buckets of ice to calm Jon's sore spots, towels to wrap the ice in, set up coffee and breakfast requests and then Jon with his hunger sated was in a much better mood. He happily posed with the wide eyed fan, signed a couple of autographs for friends and family and even let the young man put his new belt over his own shoulder for a picture.
An hour later after a call with Vince and Paul, reading a slew of messages that inundated our e-mails and phones, Jon was stretched out on the bed, and I was massaging oil into his sore body. Peach had visited and examined him a second time and after the rough housing he put his body though, he was just going to have to 'take it easy and relax for a few days.' He had interviews, photo sessions with the belt, a visit to a children's hospital and RAW tomorrow night to appear at, he had plenty to keep him busy without working too hard.
Purring at the motions I was using, his belly full and finally starting to unwind, Jon stretched and moaned happily. I teased him about his formerly sleek chest and the fact there was a dusting of light Auburn hair across it.
"The fan girls are torn in a battle between you waxing or shaving it, some want a nice hairy chest." Jon made a face, possibly in disbelief at me. I loved to bring up the obsessive fans he had and how they talked about him and the general gossip that surrounded him. After several months with him I well knew while he was grateful for the fans, and that he knew without them he'd be out of a job, but their fascination and obsessions with him confused the daylights out of him.
"What do you like?" He smirked at me.
"I like you happy. Either way is good for me, or somewhere in between. Your body, your call Hon." I leaned down and got a smile and a kiss, then continued on.
I was well known enough now in that I worked with Jon, so that some people called out to me to ask questions about him, or tried to get me to give him personal things. Some tried to get me to tell secrets about my boss. As I ran my hands over his weary body I thought it would be a cold day in Hell before I betrayed his trust to the fans. Jon worked his ass off to please the crowds, doing his best to follow the story lines and give the people what they wanted, if he could. His own time and privacy usually was minimal, and it just got decreased drastically.
"What do I have to do tomorrow? I assume the powers that be have a nice busy schedule for me to follow starting nice and early..." I laughed and shook my head, leaning to kiss lips that puckered for my attention again.
"Relax babe, it's not that bad, they're being merciful tomorrow." I kissed his lips once more. "You can sleep in until at least 9:30 if you want. They will come pick us up at 10:30 and drive us to the next town. You will have a short radio interview, then workout time at the arena, then after one more short interview outside the arena and one at ringside. You have a couple promo's to do during the show, and one photo session with the belt. Peach wants to have the massage therapist's work you over, then that is it. We go to the Hotel and get sleep.
"What? No time for down and dirty sex?" He looked horrified! I burst out laughing and kissed him still giggling and finished his massage.
"Don't worry Lover, have I ever left you 'needy?'" Jon grinned wickedly and shook his head.
"Naw baby, you take damned good care of me." Sitting up to wrap his arms around me and initiate a long deep kiss, Jon was quickly ready for bed. He was impatient for me to join him so I put the computer and phones away around 1:00 and climbed into bed beside my lover. Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his bare body. I expected anything could happen tonight. Good nights at work often meant wild and creative sex back at the Hotel. Tonight Jon just wanted to snuggle.
Beyond exhausted after the long match and the wild schedule he had been working, my sweet man fell asleep with his head on my chest and my hands stroking the curls from his face. Holding me tight against him as he slept, Jon slept deeply and calmly in a rare nights sleep. Usually he wriggled all over the place, and his hands were all over me. Tonight he was calm and still.
By the time I had to get up and shower the next morning, Jon was on his back, his arm holding me to his side and his face was buried in my neck. I was just up in time to get the first pot of coffee as it arrived. I jumped into the shower and wasn't really surprised to see the door open and a still very sleepy Jon stagger in. I continued to wash as I called out a greeting and heard the toilet flush then him brushing his teeth as he he called out a response between yawns. The curtain was pulled back and I was joined by a very sleepy and adorable looking man.
Half open eyes and messy hair, the big ginger-blond stepped into the hot spray of water when I motioned him in. Wrapping his arms around me and kissing me sweetly, Jon didn't object as I shifted my washing myself to washing both of us. Moaning softly when I asked how he felt, he nodded and gave a sleepy smile.
"I had this really wild dream last night. I dreamt I won the belt, and my life got crazier that it already was." Jon kissed my neck and laughed in his rougher than normal 'morning voice'. "Then I woke up and saw that belt laying across my suitcase. I was thinking...'Holy shit! This is real! I did it! On my own, no script'!" He grinned as I nodded and stood on my toes to kiss his lips.
"Yes you did Jon, You did do it!" Hugging me tight he laughed out. Waking in the warm water and soap suds. Jon's lower parts were the first to be 'completely' awake, no surprise there. As he cuddled me, I felt him starting to swell. I was soaping his back with my arms wrapped around him until he began to prod at me insistently. A low moan and nod as I pulled back enough to grasp the growing thickness let me know we weren't going to get too crazy right now.
Bracing himself, grabbing hold of the safety bar and resting against the wall, Jon moaned loudly as I used some of the abundant soap suds and began to stroke him. One arm slid around me as we kissed deeply. Stroking his throbbing shaft and playing with his balls, I teased about him getting nice and clean. A naughty look as he bit his lip let me know how well he was enjoying my efforts. Jon had taught me what he liked, and I knew how to keep him happy.
A quick hand-job was easy with him, he liked a good strong stroke with a firm grip and a twist of the wrist around the dripping head of his cock. This and a blow job were nice 'snacks' when he was horny and was quite frankly not having enough energy to make love. His wonderful hands and mouth never left me hanging if he was too tired for more. I wasn't really interested in more than caring for him right now. I knew he was still tired.
When a big hand tried to wander lower I whispered he could take care of that later, and to hold on so he didn't have a slip in the shower. Nipping my neck, mouthing it as he nodded, Jon moaned as my hands worked his throbbing stiffness.
"So damned good baby... Oh god yes!" Powerful hips moved into my stroking motions. Teasing the tip and running my nails up the veined ridge on the underside of his girth, I smirked as Jon's eyes rolled. Making him really react during any form of sex was a favorite pastime of mine. If I could get a lot of noise, rolled eyes and him near catatonic after his climax, I had done well, very well.
Today I had to really work on getting him off, his body was up and eager, but maybe because of his weariness, he took longer than normal to finally have his release, or maybe he was just messing with me. Kissing me wickedly and moaning into the sweet kisses I finally felt him getting ready to cum. As for how long he took, or how he got off... as long as we didn't have to be somewhere, I didn't give a damn, he could play anyway he wanted.
With a few hurried thrusts, I felt him tensing up and as the deep groan escaped him, stream after stream of his vital fluid erupted. With a last few strokes, he signaled he was done with a soft sigh and a sweet smile. Always thanking me for what I gave him, Jon kissed me several times as he let me rinse the suds off of him then toweled himself off while I finished my shower. Sleepily staggering out of the bathroom, flashing me his dimples, Jon had me shaking my head and almost laughing at how damned cute he was in these little moments when he was just himself, in our private times away from the world.
As I excited the bathroom I discovered Jon had raided the coffee pot and was deep into his first cup. He'd set my cup up for me and now waited with an extended arm for me to join him back on the bed. Snuggling for a little while, I carefully took his cup from his hand when he dozed off and covered him up. I grabbed my laptop and brought it into bed so I could sit beside him and hopefully keep him asleep for a little while more. I looked at the handsome face on the gorgeous body next to me looking so peaceful and innocent, almost like a child in his sleep.
Life had sure been damned lucky for me to meet and work with Jon. I was just pushing some curls away from his eyes when a soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. I went to get the door, it was Room Service delivering more coffee and our breakfast. I brought in the cart and went to wake Jon with kisses. His angelic smile as he felt my lips was priceless. Slowly he opened his eyes and got himself going, then moved to sit on the edge of the bed to eat when I coaxed him up. Day 1 as the WWE Heavyweight Champion had officially begun...
** Jon slept well, holding my hand almost the whole time, I dozed a bit myself. My neck ached when I woke up at the destination, I should have used the damned neck support! Agh! Jon woke and saw me trying to rub my neck and slid his big hand around the back of my neck to help me out. In moments he had eased the kinks in my neck and I impulsively leaned out to kiss his cheek as I thanked him. A blazing red took over seconds later when I realized what I had done, but the bright, happy grin on Jon's face told me he wasn't in the least offended or upset.
The sleepy group of wrestlers disembarked the bus, jostled about for their luggage and then into the hotel to get their room assignments. I got Jon into bed after a touch up on the massage and checked the messages out of habit before setting the alarm. I'd made sure to make an order for Coffee to be delivered while checking in and double checked to make sure on Jon's transportation for his calls later. Now sliding into the bed, tired physically but worried about Jon being late, I didn't get much sleep.
The morning schedule went off without a hitch however and both interviews went great. Jon and Joe did their workout in front of eager cameras then we headed for the arena much earlier than need be. The 'Authority's Office/Lounge' was available for us to catch a little sleep before the show. For once I was grateful for long narrow couches. There wasn't room for Jon to lay beside me like he did in bed. We lay with our heads at the ends, stretched out beside each other from hip to ankle. He wasn't happy about it but I said at least he had the luxury of a private room to rest in.
Grumbling and playing with my toes before I finally got him to stop and try to sleep, Jon was sleeping deeply when Stephanie slipped in and tip toed to a desk to drop off her 'work bag'. I tried to get up but she waved me back and whispered for me to go to sleep. She left silently closing the door. Miraculously I did sleep for about an hour after that, waking to a rousing howl down the hallway from one of the wrestlers.
"Gonna hurt him..." Jon mumbled sleepily, starting to sit up. I yawned and sat up myself, nodding and saying I would help. Looking up at a clock, I was startled to see how long I had slept. I got up and felt my jaw drop as I saw the two desks across the room. Stephanie and probably Paul had been in, more than once by the appearance. Both desks were completely set up, and I had slept through it all! Jon staggered up and we headed for the door. Opening that door was brutal, the bright lights of the hall made us both wince.
Stephanie's voice called out that there was coffee to the left. I squinted as I felt a big hand land on my shoulder and the blind led the blind to some wake up juice. I thanked her as we blundered on. We got coffee and I managed to get Jon to his locker room to unpack and get ready. I went back to thank Stephanie for the use of their lounge for nap time and headed back to check on my sleepy charge, ready to wake him back up if need be. Jon however was doing much better than I was.
Dinner in catering, a once over of tonight's game plan and all was running well. I checked Jon's schedule then the messages I had ignored in lieu of a nap. Weather on the way to the next city was bad so instead of having a bus take all of us to the car rental to drive individually to the next stop. It was decided to pack us all up on a bus again and ferry us to the next city and the Hotel that waited. Joy. I was not looking to a trip in bad weather on a bus with windows up, and that many people crowded in. I grabbed pretzels and ginger-ale as well as barf-bags from the medic, just in case.
Jon had teased me until he discovered I wasn't kidding when I said I would get car-sick in bad conditions. He had tried to sooth me by rubbing the back of my neck and saying maybe I would sleep through it. It was a kind gesture, and I wished I could have. After a great show, Jon opted out of a massage until we got to the destination so we could be some of the first ones on the bus and up front where I was less likely to have problems. I made sure my emergency stomach meds were handy with my assembled supplies and hoped for the best.
Jon watched me with concern on his face. I kept saying I would be fine, just maybe a little queasy, don't worry and all that, but two and a half hours later, the bus was very overheated, the windows didn't open and it was lurching in the wind and rain. One of the Diva's was the first to get sick, several more people reacted to the sounds and after several of the longest minutes of my life hearing the others, I felt my stomach lurch. Panting, slapping cold water on my face and Jon's opening an emergency ice bag up for the back of my neck did little to stop the inevitable.
All I can say was, thank god I had warning, didn't eat much, and planned ahead. It was another hour before we landed safely at the Hotel. We were a grumpy and difficult crowd to deal with at that point. Collecting our luggage, Jon let me stand out in the carport like entry of the hotel and breath in the cold air that made me feel so much better while he checked in and took our luggage up with a porter. By the time he had come to get me I was feeling tons better and had collected myself enough to order coffee and breakfast service for later that morning.
Jon had been such a sweetheart for me, he had tried to do anything and everything he could think of to make me feel better. Getting off that bus was what I needed and thank goodness that ride was over with. I felt awful for the driver, I hoped he got paid extra, that was a brutal drive. As we entered the elevator, Jon said he wanted to delay his massage, I asked if he was afraid I'd get sick again, he laughed, hugged me and said no, but didn't give me a reason for the delay.
Once in the room I was deeply touched by the thoughtfulness of Jon. He had been upstairs for a little while before coming to get me, having apparently been assured someone was watching out for me. The tub was filled and waiting for me to go soak for a bit. Having used some bubble bath from the Hotel, Jon set it up and he insisted I go soak before he get a massage. It was one of the sweetest gestures ever. Not to mention any lingering scent of that bus incident would vanish and make a massage easier.
I soaked for a short bit, hearing Jon on his phone. Then I heard Joe in the room, none of the Superstars or Diva's on that bus was happy, and all were soaking away their discomfort in bathtubs or the bar downstairs. Although personally I couldn't see how drinking right now was possible. I heard Joe leave and decided it was safe to exit the bathroom. Now feeling clean enough to give Jon a hug of thanks I felt the return gesture and a kiss to my temple. Only in his jean's and walking around barefoot, he was happy to drop them and sprawl out on the towels I set out.
Jon was tired but in a much better mood now that I felt better. He stretched and enjoyed his massage as usual, bright blue eyes watching me constantly. His hands kept reaching to squeeze mine, or just to touch me. I assumed he was still worried about me and kept checking on me in his own way, but those touches never stopped, they slowly began to escalate. After his massage he climbed up between the sheets and with a solemn look asked if I was sleeping with him tonight. When I asked if he would feel better if I slept in the other bed because I had been sick, he shook his head before I finished the sentence.
I lay down beside Jon and immediately felt his arms around me. A gentle hand rubbed my stomach. I had managed some ginger-ale and pretzels and had no trouble at all, but dared not eat any more. Jon kind of laughed as my stomach rumbled a little, protesting the near emptiness. There was no way I was feeding it yet. Every time it rumbled he kind of giggled a little, it was freaking adorable. He offered to order something or go get me something if I wanted. I told him I was fine, I would eat later, now we needed to sleep. With a sleepy murmur and a slight nuzzle to my neck, Jon settled down, and we were both out cold in moments.
Hours later, the bright sunshine tried to convince us last night never happened. Jon and I had breakfast in the room and watched an old movie on my computer since the cable for the Hotel had been knocked out by the storm. The bus ride to the car rental was much better than the one the night before, new bus, new driver, I hoped the guy from last night got battle pay! Jon happily drove us around for a short bit before heading to workout with Joe. Bright and beautiful weather with a few tiny clouds around, acting innocent but huge puddles and mini lakes tattled on them.
At the arena I was in catering four hours later showing Jon a couple e-mails when a busty, black haired woman minced up, cooing Jon's name like she knew him intimately. This was something I knew would happen. He would have a lover or someone who wanted to connect. Jon however looked at the woman, wrinkled his brow in possible confusion and looked at me before looking back at her.
"Um...Hi." He edged closer to me, her glance at me was flat out hostile. I sat up straighter. No way would I take crap from her! I don't care WHO she was! Jon was looking around nervously, his hand grabbed mine, he was starting to sweat.
"Jon! You look at me like you don't know me!" She chided, clicking her tongue in an annoying way. "You remember me don't you? You OUGHT to!" I did not like the insinuations or her expression, Jon went from confused to very upset very quick.
"I don't know who you are." Jon's voice was low, he looked really embarrassed. The gasp of outrage was loud and exaggerated as she put her hands on her hips in a pissed off way.
"WHAT THE HELL JON? I'm Starla! Your LOVER!" that was it! Jon looked sick as he glanced at me. I stood and spoke low in a deadly tone.
"Listen up lady, I do not know you nor do I care to know you, but for someone who claims to know Jon you are blind as a freaking bat if you can't figure out he is NOT happy to see you. You are making a total fool out of yourself the way you are acting now do yourself a favor and BACK OFF!" I hissed out the last bit, startling Jon who looked up at me like he had never seen me before. Crap. The Ebony haired woman and I looked to be heading for a quick cat fight.
Cursing at me and calling me names she told me to go fuck myself among other things. Jon jumped up and snapped at her to get lost and put himself between us and the next thing I knew Stephanie was screaming for Security and asking how 'THAT' woman got in here. 'Starla' was removed kicking, screaming and threatening to get even with all of us. Jon was shaking and freaked out. I had to walk him around for awhile before getting him back to his locker room.
I knew Jon well enough by now to know his reactions were genuine and he was really rattled by the appearance and actions of a woman he claimed to not know. I believed him and did what I could to calm him. As we entered the Locker room it startled me to realize something. As we left the catering area Jon had took hold of my hand, now 15 minutes later, he was still holding my hand in his, not just gripping onto it, but fingers woven together with mine, casually, comfortably...It felt good, damned good. Jon looked down at our hands, looked a little shy, then smiled, flashing his dimples. Oh boy...
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