(Hope you all had a nice week. From now on updates will be on the weekends.)
"Get some rest, Ran. We'll be here if you need us." John called, wrapping an arm around Roman.
"Actually get some rest, Bud...I need to take your Baby to go eat." Roman told him. Randy nodded, his eyes drifting more closed hoping it was not all just a dream and that he would not wake back up in that nightmare.
John looked at Roman, knowing they both needed to eat. "I'm ready when you are."
"Okay. Let's go." Roman headed out, removing the protective items, then waited on John before heading for the elevators. "Still early. I wonder what is even open."
"I don't know. As long as we can find something." John kept wanting to glance back toward Randy's room.
"We will find something...and he will be fine."
John nodded, forcing himself to relax. "I know. I've just never saw him so weak before."
"He is where he needs to be though and needs as much rest as he can get." Roman ushered John onto the elevator. "Damn, I should've asked the nurse...maybe someone in the ER will know a place."
John just nodded, his heart aching at the memory of his boyfriend looking so frail in the bed. "Do you think he'll ever be the same again?"
"He recovered last time Dean screwed with him." Roman commented.
"But this was worse. He was brutalized by two guys...who knows how many times..." John's voice trailed off as the elevator stopped.
"We will just need to see." Roman told him stepping off and heading back for the ER. "Just realized...We rode with Hunter. We have nothing to drive back."
"Guess we'll have to either call a taxi or Seth." John reasoned as he looked at Roman.
"Yeah more than likely Seth, I was going to call him soon anyway. I know you are not in a rush to leave though besides for food." Roman headed for the admissions desk and talked to the nurse a few moments before coming back. "Okay, there is a diner near by we can walk to."
"Okay, sounds good." John told him, his stomach rumbling at the thought of food. "I guess I'm more hungry than I realized."
"You haven't eaten most of the day. Come on." Roman headed for the door and outside. They then made the small walk to an old fashioned diner. Walking in a sign said to seat yourself so Roman led them to a booth in one of the corners.
John sat in the booth opposite Roman and picked up a menu. "Our first date." He tried to joke.
Roman faintly chuckled. "What if I told you my first ever?" He grabbed a menu, looking it over.
John looked faintly surprised as he looked at his Dom. "Really? With a chick or a guy?"
"Maybe group things in high school. That was about it though."
"Wow." John commented before looking back at his menu. "Well, when Randy gets better we'll have to take time and all go out together."
"Sounds good."
The waitress came over. "Morning, what can I get for you two?"
Roman looked up at her. "Steak and mushroom omelet with Swiss cheese. I'll just have water to drink."
"Sure thing. Any sides?"
"No that should be good."
"Okay and you, Sir?" She smiled at John.
John gave a smile to the waitress. "I'll have the same with a glass of orange juice."
"Okay...right up." She smiled as she walked away.
"I wonder how much Seth is going to want to kill me?" Roman asked as he pulled out his phone.
"Hopefully he'll understand. Poor guy has been in the dark a lot." John agreed. Roman nodded as he dialed Seth's number and waited.
Seth picked up the phone on the first ring sounding worried. "Fuck, you okay, Man? You and John just disappeared and I was wondering where the hell you went."
"Okay...first off, take a breath." Roman told him. "We are fine, but we will need a ride later. They found Randy and he is at Mercy General in Alexandria."
"Sure. Damn, is he okay?" Seth asked, seeming both relieved and worried.
"Honestly, no. He's in ICU and any visitor need to put on scrubs because they are worried about a high fever he has. He's pretty badly banged up."
Seth could be heard sucking in a breath. "Damn...how do they find him? Dean give himself up?"
"Someone did...don't know who, we weren't told."
"Oh...well, glad he's getting help. How's John holding up?"
Roman looked across the table at John. "Holding up, glad we found him. He's alive and getting help."
"Good." Seth reclined on the hotel bed. "I'm here for you guys. Just call when you need a pickup or text me."
"Okay, Man will do, just know it is a long drive back this way, so I will try to give a heads up. Catch you later, Man." Roman said.
"Bye." Seth said, hanging up with a yawn.
John was watching Roman the entire time. "Well, at least he's informed now."
"Yeah, he said call we we are ready, I think he was crashing." Roman chuckled as the waitress returned with their drinks.
John smiled at the waitress, thanking her as she sat down his juice. He took a sip as his throat felt parched. Roman thanked her as well before she left. "Now the hard part, waiting."
"Yeah. I'm not too patient of a man." John admitted. "Especially when someone I love is so frail looking."
"I understand, John." About five minutes later their food arrived and they began to eat. Once done they paid the bill before heading back for the hospital. John felt tired from all the emotional stress of the past hours. He tried to stay positive about his boyfriend and be thankful the man was alive and free from Dean.
When they returned to the room Randy still appeared to be asleep. "Who knows when he will wake up again, Johnny." Roman admitted. "If we are tired from the strain imagine how tired he is."
"It's okay. His body needs to rest." John tried to smile as he looked at Randy. "I'm just thankful he can heal now." Roman nodded. Hours passed and Randy was awake on and off. Conversation was a little hard with the tent, but they tried.
It came to a point that Roman and John should have headed out even though Roman had to practically drag John out of the hospital to do it. Calling Seth they headed back to the hotel. John was sitting in the back seat, stewing as he had not wanted to leave his Daddy alone there. He knew Randy would never do that to him.
"Stop stewing." Roman told him from the passenger side. John glared at Roman, not trusting his voice not to snap at his Master. What if Randy needed him? "He needed rest and us being there he would not be getting it. He would keep fretting about you. Were you sleeping, were you eating. Us NOT being there is the best right now." Roman told him sternly.
John let out a small sigh. He knew Roman spoke the truth but he didn't have to like it. "So let's worry about what will happen once Randy can be released." Roman suggested.
"I guess I'll have to go off the road a few weeks. Randy can stay at his place so his folks can visit. I can have either his bus or mine take him there." John reasoned.
"Sounds good. I wasn't sure whose place you use more often." Roman replied.
"Well, normally mine but Randy's family must be all worried sick." John answered. "That way they can visit without having to travel to Florida."
"Makes sense. So you get along with them? What about him with yours? Sorry...just assuming after fiv...no six years they know." Roman said.
"Yeah they know. We came out to them around three years ago." John answered. "My folks were a bit wary of Randy at first. Not because he was a guy but because of his bad boy reputation. Once they got to know him though they were all cool. Randy's mom seems to love me and Bob...well, he's Bob. He doesn't say much either way but I'm respectful so it's good between us."
"Cowboy a bit old school hmm?"
"Yeah you could say that." John agreed. "But not a bad guy as long as you show respect. He's always been decent to me." Seth could not help wondering what the Sr. Orton would think of adding Roman to the mix.
"Better then some." Roman commented.
"Yeah." John went silent a few minutes, wondering if he should bring up what he was thinking. "Roman Sir, do you want our relationship to stay between the three of us...well four counting Seth...or do you want to truly be a part of our lives? You know, enjoy holidays together, family occasions..I don't think it's any secret how Randy and I feel about you."
"Just because your families accept you being gay...doesn't mean they would be accepting of a threesome, more so the type we have." Roman answered.
"I guess...just seems unfair to you, Sir." John told the Samoan. "You have a right to be included in our lives...not feel like a hidden secret."
"That is sweet, John. Just how?"
"I guess we'll have to be open with them when the time is right. If they won't understand the whole lifestyle aspect we can tell them we care for you as a lover." John reasoned. "Does your family know you like men?"
"Most...but not all are so accepting." Roman replied. The Samoan culture valued traditional family values.
"Oh...sorry to hear that." John tried to think of happy thoughts to keep his mood up. "Just think when Randy is healed up and we can make him feel so good. I'll let him take control of me and feel like his old dominant self again."
"My promise as well." Roman chuckled. "Baby steps though."
"What was your promise?" John asked, not having heard their whole exchange.
Roman gave a faint cough. "I thought I told you?"
"No, I don't think so." John said, not remembering. Seth sensed Roman was uncomfortable and gave a chuckle. "Maybe it's private, John."
"Sort of, but you already know, Seth." Roman admitted. "Basically the same thing, John."
"Ohhhh..." John shifted in his seat at the thought of Randy taking his sexy Dom. "I get to watch right?"
"Naughty, Boy...but of course." Roman gave a low laugh.
John bit back a groan at how the words slipped from his Master's tongue. He wondered if he could give himself some "stress release" undetected in the back seat. He rubbed a hand over his clothed cock, squeezing gently. He reached to cover his lap with his jacket Seth had brought him.
Roman faintly chuckled, shaking his head to look out the window. "I just welcome a warm bath, maybe even a nap before dinner."
"Yeah, sounds good." Seth answered. He glanced back in the mirror to see John with his head leaned back on the seat and eyes closed. "John must be exhausted. Poor guy is falling asleep already."
"Yeah maybe." Roman tried not to snicker. "So stressed over Randy. He just needs to unwind."
"Understandable." Seth agreed. John's mind wandered to thoughts of Randy and Roman as he unzipped his shorts to pull out his hardening cock, hidden under the jacket. He tried to keep perfectly quiet as he stroked his aching member, picturing his Daddy well and whole again as he fucked him from behind, John sucking his Master off at the same time, on his knees sandwiched between the two men.
Roman took a slow deep breath, pulling up his shields. He would have a talk with his boy later. John took in a shuddering breath as he pictured his Daddy taking him hard and deep, panting behind him as he told him how much he missed claiming him. It brought an unexpected happy tear to his eye as he could almost feel Randy joined with him after John had feared he would never see his Daddy again. His left hand stroked his cock harder, slight pre-cum wetting his hand.
Roman let his own eyes close. "Thanks again, Seth...I should have contacted you sooner. It just all happened so fast."
"It's fine." Seth assured him. He gave a concerned frown as he saw John in the car mirror. Tears were falling down from the older man's closed eyes. "Shit, John is crying." John shuddered as he felt his climax building, hearing his Daddy and Master's approval for him to cum in his mind as they used him.
"He just fought to look strong for Randy. Just let him rest." Roman told him. He would ask John later about it. Seth nodded. John bit his lip as his back arched slightly, shooting his release into his jacket. He panted as reality came back to him, tucking himself back into his shorts before folding the soiled jacket and moving it aside. He wiped his eyes, feeling better after his strong climax and closed his eyes to rest.
They finally reached the hotel. Roman slowly opened his eyes. "Should we call you for a ride or drive ourselves?" He asked Seth as he shut the car off.
Seth shrugged. "Either one. Up to you guys." John's breathing was steady as he rested.
"Have to let you know once we decide." Roman told him as he opened his door. "Johnny? Hey, Johnny?"
Seth climbed out of car, slamming the door. John jumped, his eyes opening as he looked around. "Huh? Oh..we're back?"
"Yes, Johnny...come on." Roman told him, slipping out. John took his bag and his dirty jacket, getting out from the car to join Roman, yawning as he woke up.
They headed inside. Getting on the elevator Roman double checked he had the key to John's suite. "Catch you later, Man." He told Seth, reaching his floor.
"See you guys." Seth waved, taking off for his room. John stood behind Roman, waiting to enter.
Roman reached the room, opening the door. He waited for John to enter the room and closed the door before speaking. "Strip." He said simply.
John's eyes widened at the command that came out of nowhere. "Strip, Sir?" His face showed his confusion.
Roman turned, looking at him. "Was I not clear enough, Boy?"
John's eyes lowered on instinct as he moved to remove his clothing, kicking off his shoes first. "Yes, Sir. Just unexpected." He then pulled off his shirt before lowering his shorts and boxers, stepping out of them.
"So you have no clue why I am asking this of you?" Granted it was more telling than asking...but that was a small detail.
"No, Sir." John answered truthfully. He did not think Roman or Seth had any idea about his release in the car as neither man had reacted. "You missed being with me...need a stress release?" He guessed.
"That may be part of it...but more so you breaking a rule." Roman kept his eyes trained on John. "What was a rule I gave you...back before I started to train you with the cage?"
John gulped as he thought back to that time, realizing he was busted. "Not to cum during play without your permission, Sir."
"Well, that you are not to cum without permission." Roman leaned closer to John. "You played without my permission and did so...didn't you, Boy?"
John tried not to shrink back at the intensity in Roman's eyes. He nodded slowly. "Y-Yes, Sir. I forgot myself."
"Do I need to put you back in the cage?" Roman asked as he started to remove his shirt. Only breaking eye contact long enough to pull it over his head.
Hurt flashed across John's blue eyes for a moment as he was worn down emotionally from all the stress. "Whatever you feel is right, Sir. It was worth it to feel my Daddy again..if only in my mind." He replied quietly. Roman just gave a faint grunt as he turned, heading for the bathroom. John stood with his head lowered waiting to see what his Master wanted. He felt badly that he had hurt his Dom by his actions but Randy had seemed so real at the time and it had comforted him.
Roman just began filling the tub, then removed his shoes and the rest of his clothing. He just needed space. He loved John, but at times his lack of discipline grated on him. John heard the water run and felt more confused than ever. Roman had ordered him to strip, reprimanded him for the car then just took off without a word. Not knowing what else to do he just stood where he was left and waited.
Roman sighed faintly as he moved back to the door. "Go sit...reflect. Think over why I was displeased with your actions." He then went back in the room, shutting the door. John's head pounded as he moved to sit on the bed. It broke his heart that he had displeased his Master. He practically lived to make Roman proud and be his good boy. There just had been so much worry, pain and stress that he had not been thinking clearly. It was the first time the older man had cum without permission since the order was given. Tears trickled from his eyes as he leaned his head against the wall, a mixture of regret and missing Randy at the same time. He drifted off to sleep after sitting awhile at the head of the bed, his head falling to the side slightly.
Roman went to relax in the tub. His eyes closed as he slipped down some. Sadly he could not pick and choose when to reprimand John. He messed up and had to be dealt with. He had to learn a slip up no matter the reason still was a slip up. John made it sound like Randy was dead and gone. Randy would recover. He just needed time.
John was dead to the world as he slept, his pounding headache subsiding as he rested. Roman finally left the bath, drying off and heading for the room. He saw John asleep while sitting up. He debated waking him. He decided in the end to just carefully move him to lay down.
John curled on his side as he was moved, breathing deeply. His face was set in a grimace, tear tracks staining his cheeks. Roman shut the light before climbing next to John. He knew it was early, but both men were drained. He wrapped his arm around John laying behind him. "Sorry for my harshness my boy...but you need the firm hand to learn." Roman whispered lightly before kissing John's shoulder.
John did not respond as he was out cold, his body tired as he breathed deeply. Roman wasn't really expecting an answer as he allowed his own eyes to drift closed again. John slept well until the middle of the night when he suddenly grew agitated. He had a nightmare that his boyfriend passed away in the hospital while he was away and when he ran to tell Roman his Master had packed and left. Grief washed over the sleeping man as he cried out. "Daddy! DADDY!"
Roman jumped at the scream. "Johnny?" He called out the room now fully dark. "What is it, Johnny?"
John did not hear Roman as he was still asleep. In his dream he sat in an empty hotel room, all alone as the man he had loved for over six years was gone. "Daddy!" He cried out loud, his body shaking with hard sobs.
Roman slowly turned John on his back brushing his face. "Johnny...Breath. Your Daddy will be okay."
John slowly woke up, feeling Roman in the darkness. "I thought you l-left...I have to get back to Randy."
"Tell me what's wrong? We can see Randy in the morning. Neither one of us has eaten since breakfast."
John was shaking as he tried to talk. "Had a dream he...died while I was away. I went to tell you and you were gone too. I fucking let my boyfriend die alone...gone when he needed me the most."
"He isn't going to die." Roman fought not to yell. "Fucking believe me." He could be heard panting in the darkness as he moved to lay on his back.
John could hear the anger in the Samoan's voice and snapped back before he realized it. "You know what? Forget it. I try to share my dream because you ask me what's wrong then get pissed when I tell you. Excuse me if I can't control my nightmares to please you!" He turned on his side, closing his eyes.
"No, the fact you want to rush back instead of taking care of yourself. You asked me for reassurance before and I gave it to you...but seems it doesn't matter. Also dreams tend to speak of true feelings. You think I would leave you? Abandon you? You and Randy?! Just because I tried to discipline you?" Hard to read if Roman was angry, disappointed, or was it more sad and hurt. Roman slowly moved from the bed. He stood still a moment, glancing back at John wondering if there would be a reaction.
John turned to look at Roman in the darkness. "I never said you would. It was a nightmare. I regretted letting you down but I think you should have taken into account I had never disobeyed before since you gave the command." He sighed. "Sir, I used to get myself off several times a day. It was my go to stress release. I stopped completely when you asked me to, even when you weren't around to know. I went back to my old comfort one time to cope with the stress of leaving Randy behind. I know it doesn't make it right but you ordered me to strip then left me standing alone like I was nothing."
"I was frustrated myself. I talked of how to punish you...but you brushed it off. Saying it was worth it to experience him again. You talk as though he is dead...if not dead that he will not recover. That wounded me. I needed to walk away. Yes, it was your first time breaking a rule. It was still broken regardless." Roman told him in a firm tone.
Tears sprung to John's eyes as he swallowed hard. "I never said he wouldn't recover. I said I missed him. When I was touching myself he felt so real, looked so much like how he was before...I cried. I'm sorry I disobeyed...it kills me I hurt you..but I needed that connection with him. He's been my everything for so many years...I missed his touch."
"Sorry if I don't seem to fully understand." Roman moved to sit back on the bed. He lowered his head, running a hand through his hair. He was feeling a little dizzy but tried to ignore it.
John nodded, moving to lean against the other man. "I'm sorry...I just miss him so much. I'd give up my job just to have him here and okay right now."
"I am...sorry...if I seem to put me being a Master before that of a friend or...or lover when you need it." Roman said at last. "I was all about rules before. Love is all new to me."
John put an arm around Roman as he rested his head on his shoulder. "And I'm sorry I let you down...I truly am."
"We...we are both learning." Roman closed his eyes, trying to focus.
John stayed close a few moments before yawning. "It's still dark. Want to go back to bed?"
"It's early...we never had dinner." Roman told him, faintly shaking his head.
John moved to glance at his phone by the bed. "Sir, it's around 4 in the morning. I think dinner time is long past."
"We so need to get on a better schedule. We haven't eaten in almost a day." Roman sighed. "Not doing good at looking out for you am I?"
"It's not your fault." John moved to lay back down. "I know about nutrition. I have my own eating program. I've just been so stressed I've been neglecting myself. I'll do better, Sir."
"Well, I need something to eat...should I...order for you too?"
"If you want, thanks." John answered with a yawn. "I am a little hungry."
"See if we can get the same...the same as the diner?" Roman asked as he moved to stand up.
"Sure." John had never heard Roman sound so off before. "You alright?"
"Ju-just a little...dizzy." Roman hated to admit it, but he wasn't exactly able to hide it either.
"You might just need to eat." John moved to stand up. "Why don't you sit down and let me order for us?"
"Okay...Johnny." Roman made his way back to the bed closing his eyes. "I'm sure...the light is needed."
John switched on a lamp, blinking at the bright light as he let his eyes adjust. He used the room phone to place an order for two steak omelets, adding wheat toast and orange juice to give them a hearty meal. After hanging up he moved back to sit by Roman. "I will need to put on some clothes again, Sir, to answer the door."
"Okay, Johnny." Roman answered still keeping his eyes closed. John felt concerned as he moved to slip on his shorts he had dropped on the floor earlier. He had never seen his Master look so unsure. He walked back to sit beside Roman, running a hand through his long, dark hair. Roman actually leaned into the touch. "It will pass, My Boy."
John was unnerved by Roman's actions as he petted the younger man's head. "Yeah. We'll get some food in you and let you rest. So much stress on us all lately."
"Yeah...so-sorry for my lashing out earlier. It was cold and uncalled for on my part."
"It's okay, Sir. I'm sorry too. Let's just forget it." John soothed as he stroked the long hair. "We've both been worried and exhausted."
"Yes...has been a rough few days." Roman gave a light chuckle. "Enjoying that?"
"Yeah...I always wanted to." John admitted. "Randy doesn't have any hair to play with."
"As Seth would say...no trying to braid it." Roman finally slowly opened his eyes. John chuckled at the comment, looking into Roman's eyes. The same piercing steely color shared by the two men he loved. Roman blinked slowly, still feeling slightly unfocused. "Yeah I don't want to wake up one morning with...pigtail braids."
John laughed fully at the mental picture Roman provided. "No pigtails...I promise."
"Good." He shook his head lightly. "So food then nap...then see how your Daddy is."
"Sounds good." John agreed, still worried about Roman. "I'll go watch for the door, Sir."
"Okay, Johnny." Roman moved to lay back on the bed until food arrived.
It was not long before the food came. John came back to where Roman rested, carrying two covered plates. "Do you want to eat in bed, Sir?"
"I'll get to the table." Roman told him as he moved to get up and made his way over. John nodded and sat the two plates along with the two juices on the table. The smell of mushrooms filled the air of the room. Roman's stomach rumbled at the smell.
John sat and removed the cover on his plate. His mouth watered at the large omelet and toast. He wasted no time digging in. "Eat up, Sir." Roman sat down and followed suit. The first bite told him how hungry he really was. John watched Roman eat hungrily. He hoped the man's dizziness would leave after he had food in him.
"Damn, this is good." Roman commented as he went to drink some of his juice.
"It is." John agreed, happy to see his Master doing better. "Almost as good as tasting you." He chuckled. "But not quite." Roman chuckled with a shake of his head.
John gave a dimpled smile as he ate. "What? I'm sure you can tell my enthusiasm."
"For which thing though?"
"For my tasting you. Randy always says I can suck cock like a pro." John smirked before taking a drink.
"Okay, if you stay a good boy during the meal...maybe I will let you get a taste before I lay back down. Deal?"
John nodded. "Yes, Sir. Are you sure you feel up to it?"
"Not like I have to do much work." Roman laughed. John nodded before going back to his food, upholding his end of the bargain to be good. He loved the act of giving a blowjob to a sexy man, the way their manhood grew in his mouth, the taste and sounds of bliss they made when finally letting go. Roman slowly finished his meal. "That was good." He finished the last of his juice.
"Yes, it was ." John agreed, ready for his dessert.