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John opened up his bloodshot eyes to see Randy studying him. He desperately wanted to close his eyes again and block out the piercing stormy eyes he had grown to love so much. "How could you?" John's voice came out soft and raspy, sounding empty even to his own ears. "You were my best friend." Randy's worry turned more into confusion.
"How could I have what?" A low rumbled growl came from behind John as Sheamus now heard Randy's voice. His arms moved to hold John even more protectively now he was awake. "Ye wounded us...Randy." His face was still buried near John's neck. His voice low to John's ear. "If I look at 'im...I will loose it..." He lightly squeeze the hand John was holding not caring John's weight on it made it numb while they slept. "I am trying to keep grip for ye, Angel..."
"What you two going on about? How could I what? How did I hurt you two?"
John looked at Randy with a mixture of hurt, anger and betrayal as he felt Sheamus holding him. "Hunter called." John cleared his throat to speak, husky from sleep and his crying. "A video h-has been leaked online…a sex video of me and Shea. It was the night in the pool at Shea's house." John gulped, fighting a lump forming in his throat. "How could you, Ran? That was a special night for me and now the memory has been reduced to entertainment for some sick perverts to watch. How could you tape us without our knowing like some pervert stalker? HOW?"
"HOLD ON! WHAT!?" Randy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "I don't know what you're talking about...I..." With eyes still closed his brows knitted together. "No..." Randy whispered with a hint of disbelief. He eyes opened the guilt and regret deep in them. "My god...Jo-Johnny...I.." Randy hung his head in shame. "I had forgotten I even did that."
"Twas bad enough I caught ye spying on us...I let it slide because we had invited ye to join us that night..." Tears wanted to form again brushing John's shoulder as Sheamus took a deep breath to control himself. "But to record it behind our backs..." He gave a shuttered breath the violation he felt was feeling almost as bad as those degrading photos he had taken of him by his tormentors. Maybe even worse as it was by someone he loved. He could not help the tears that were now indeed falling.
John felt some of his sorrow turn into rage as he felt his Master's tears wet his shoulder and he felt the larger man trembling against him. His normally soft blue eyes turned dark with anger. "You have hurt us enough! Haven't we been through enough pain, enough violation? My God, how much is a person supposed to take? Now Shea has to go to Raw and face all the stares, the comments just so you could be a peeping Tom? What you did, Randy, hurt me worse than those homophobic freaks shoving a tool up my ass! This is the second time you have opened up my heart only to shatter it into pieces! When will you be satisfied? When you have broken us down to nothing? Powder for the Viper to stomp on?" John's chest heaved as his voice grew cold. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House."
Randy's eyes grew wide as John's voice grew more and more irate. The anger almost like waves caused Randy to actually take a few steps backward from the two men where they laid. Sheamus couldn't help shuttering when John pointed out the fact he would need to go on Raw tomorrow night...more then likely alone to face the sea of faces...while some may be supportive, he knew others would not. Could he be strong enough to face it?
"Johnny...please...it was a mistake...I forgot I even had it...and of course it was never meant to get out."
"But it did..." Sheamus voice was cold. "It did get out...and we all know people won't care how it got out just that it did..." He took a deep breath, lifting his head some but still not looking at Randy. "How many celebrities have their lives ruined by 'leaked' sex tapes?! ye know how many remained successful because of them?! Now...me Angel gave ye a chance to leave under yer own power. I strongly suggest ye take the rental and get yer arse out of his house...because if not it will not be a pretty sight."
"Whoa...come on I know sorry won't cut it but what can I do?"
"GET OUT! THAT'S WHAT!" Sheamus snapped at Randy as his rage began to boil inside him again.
Randy hung his head. "Do...you really fe-feel that way Baby Boy?"
"Don't." John's voice held no hint of his usual submissive, easy going nature. "I never want to hear you call me that again. Never. A true loving Daddy would never hurt his baby as you have. He would love and protect them instead. Randy, we are through. Never speak to me again outside of work. That is, if I even still have a job after all this shit. I'm giving you a few minutes to go start packing or I'm getting up and kicking your ass all over this house." John closed his eyes, battling the urge to jump to his feet and start hitting Randy. He feared he would never stop.
Randy felt a tightness in his heart at the words. "Ok, Guys." He hung his head. "You're right...you're both right." He turned, leaving the room. As the door closed Sheamus took the hand that was over John's body and moved it to lightly stroke his head. "I know twas hard, Angel...th-thank ye for trying to shield me...but now I am truly scared..." The rage he felt a moment ago once more fading without the source of the rage present.
"Of what, Baby? Going to work? I'll go with you tomorrow night if you want. I don't want you to be alone." Now that Randy was leaving, John clung to his Irish lover, knowing he was all he had now.
"Th-thank ye, Angel...I-I'll ne-need ye...ev-even if ye ca-can't wrestle because ye are su-suppose to be hurt..." He slowly sat up, pulling John with him. It allowed him to finally work feeling back into his numb arm. He moved to look into John's face. "I am so sorry, Angel." Fresh tears threatened to fall from his eyes again.
"Stop it." John gave his boyfriend a sweet kiss on the cheek. "I don't want to hear you say you're sorry again. You have been through enough. You did nothing wrong." He met Sheamus' worried eyes with understanding. "We'll get through this together somehow. It will be hard...But we'll get through it." John refused to let his mind linger on the fact that he had just pushed away his best friend of over 11 years. If he thought of it he would lose his mind and his Master needed him too badly for support.
Randy had gone to grab his bags from the master bedroom. He slowly looked around the room before leaving. He grabbed the keys from the entry way and headed out for the rental. He tossed his bags into the back and got into the driver's seat. He looked back at the house...he wondered if this was how they had felt when he had thrown them from his home a few months prior. It was one of the worst feelings in the world to him. He started the car and pulled out; he would figure out where he was going once he got to the airport. He didn't know if he should head to St. Louis...or to the host city for Raw the next night.
Sheamus lightly nuzzled his nose against John's cheek before kissing it. "Ye think it is enough time?" He looked around for a clock. "I think we may need to get ready for the meeting." His stomach rumbled. "And maybe a quick bite."
"Yeah. Let's go." John stood to his feet, stretching. "I'll just be glad when the damn meeting is all over with."
Sheamus stood up, dusting himself off. "Ok...quick bite...wash our faces...throw on nice shirts...then get this mess dealt with."
"What do you want to eat, Shea?" John led the way into the kitchen. "I think Marc keeps my fridge pretty stocked up. What's quick and sounds good?"
"I don't feel like cooking." Sheamus chuckled dryly. "I know ye can throw grilled cheese together...can ye do that for us Angel?"
"Sure, Sweets. I'm on it." John was thankful to have a task to keep his mind occupied. He grabbed the bread, cheese and butter from the fridge, setting them on the counter as he retrieved a skillet.
Sheamus grabbed the pot from earlier to heat more water up. "I am gonna brew some black tea...should I grab a bag for ye, Angel?"
"Sure, thanks, Babe." John had already put together both sandwiches. He turned the burner on his stove on and went to grab a spatula for turning them with. Once Sheamus put the water on to heat he made his way upstairs to retrieve the plain tea bags he had in his carry bag. He was sad, but also pleased that Randy was the only one of the three to drink coffee. He didn't want that reminder right now. He headed back down. He grabbed two mugs, setting them on the counter. "What do ye take in yers? I just like honey."
"Honey is fine by me too, Sweets." John was watching the sandwiches carefully, not wanting to burn them. After all, it was the one dish he could make well.
"Ok...well that is easy to fin..." He looked down, shaking his head trying to push the thought away. He placed the bags in the mugs before grabbing the water to fill them. He then shut the stove and dumped the extra water. He sat at the island, lightly dunking the bag, staring into the slowly changing water. John grabbed two plates from the cabinet. He flipped both sandwiches over, seeing they were a nice golden brown.
"Did you say something, Shea?"
"Tis nothing, Angel." Sheamus got up to grab a spoon and a small plate, his eyes downcast. Sitting back at the island he began adding some of the honey. He swirled the tea before removing the bag.
"Oh. Ok." John opened the fridge and pulled out a jar of cold dill pickle spears. He speared a few for each plate before removing the hot sandwiches from the pan, putting one on each plate as well. "Our sandwiches are done, Baby." John turned the burner off on the stove.
"Thanks, Angel." Sheamus tried to give a smile that could not quite push away the worry in his eyes. He slid the plate with the spoon and John's tea over to the other place setting at the island. "I figured I would let ye sweeten yer own...I was not sure how ye liked it."
"Ok, thanks, Sweets." John saw the worry in his lover's eyes as he carried both plates to the island but he couldn't dwell on it. If he allowed himself to start worrying about losing his job now on top of losing Randy, John feared for his sanity. He sat both plates down and sat down to sweeten his tea.
Sheamus pushed himself to take a few bites, after all he was the one that asked John to make the food even if his mood had dwindled his appetite. "This is good...thank ye.." He took a few sips of the hot tea before trying to eat more.
"You're welcome." John looked down at the plate, suddenly hit full force with what he had done. He had put pickles on the plate on instinct. He had always served dill pickles with his grilled cheese sandwiches because Randy loved them so much together. Once he had run out and forgot to buy some and had been forced to listen to Randy bitch about it the entire meal. The sound of their laughter and banter taunted him as tears began to trickle from his blue eyes. Sheamus set his tea down and reached over to touch John's hand, giving it a light squeeze. He turned his head, looking at him. "We are both strong...We may falter at times...but we will be each others pillar..." He took John's hand, giving it another light squeeze.
"It's just so damn hard." John wiped his eyes with his free hand. "He was more than just my boyfriend. He was my best friend, closer to me than my own brothers at times, the first to ever fill me...All those years, all those memories." John fought not to break down. "Just so damn hard." He repeated, his heart breaking. Sheamus own heart tried not to break at John's words; while a part of his life...he knew he could never fill all his Angel needed.
"I know, Angel...tis hard...I can not say scars will not form and remain." He looked down, thinking a moment. He thought of asking something but then stopped. He grabbed his tea with his free hand taking a sip of it. He was not ready to let go of John's hand unless he wished it. John took his free hand and picked up his sandwich, forcing himself to eat a few bites. He tried to focus on Sheamus' comforting touch and not the bittersweet memories that threatened to swallow him into a dark void. Sheamus lifted John's hand, kissing the back of it. "Ye need anything, Angel?" He worked to take a few more bites, looking at the clock above the stove.
Randy reached the airport, turned the car in and booked the next flight out for Baltimore.