(Hope you all had a safe and happy week. Enjoy the PPV tomorrow although I'm torn over rooting for my Dean or Seth. Jade is Roman all the way. LoL) Rose
A few weeks passed and John was able to get a few days off. Dean was luckily also off so he flew to Florida with John to spend some time alone with him. Seth for once did not go along as he had to work those days. John thought it would be nice to get some one on one time with Dean. Normally, they were together in a large group. He planned on coming out soon and wanted some time to bond with his Dom in private. The plane landed as planned and they took a rental to John's large home. John was driving, the window rolled down to let in the warm, Florida breeze.
"I can't wait to enjoy that pool again." Dean told John as he drove. "Feels like it's been ages."
"It does." John agreed. He was dressed in a white tank top and shorts. His ball cap was on backwards in a casual style. He moved to lay his free hand on top of Dean's as he drove. They drove a little while but the closer they got Dean began to feel nervous and his stomach wanted to twist in knots. He closed his eyes, trying to relax. He tried to tell himself his mind was playing tricks on him. He had nothing to get worked up over. His breathing wanted to grow heavy, even puffing out a breath to try to calm down.
John would have noticed except he was having his own issues. His relaxed body language faded away as his stomach tightened into hard knots. Sweat beaded on his brow. "I feel sick." He finally admitted. "Nauseated."
Dean looked over. "Wonder if...if we ate something bad." Dean commented. "I feel off too. Thought I was just nervous."
"Maybe plane food?" John guessed. He fought to drive and not grow ill.
"Could be." Dean reasoned. They were reaching the road that led up to the gate of John's property. Something in Dean's mind was yelling to turn around. He shook his head knowing he was being irrational. He had to stay away for so long because of that...thing. He was just being paranoid. As it was he could feel his chest wanting to tighten, his heart race. He gritted his teeth. "Fuck..not now." He mumbled. He hadn't had an episode in a couple weeks. He just didn't want to deal with it now. He went to try to reach in his jeans pocket.
John was almost bending over in pain as he tried to drive. He glanced over at Dean. "Y-You okay?"
"Ju-just one of my episodes...maybe you should pull over...see if you feel better in a moment?" Dean told him as he got his pills from his pocket, slipping one under his tongue and rested his head back.
John pulled over, his stomach heaving. "Fuck." He groaned, holding his stomach. "I can't go in there...it's like a warning going off in my head...my gut."
"Wa-warning of...wh-what?" Dean panted for breath. "I...I...I tho-thought I was be-being….pa-para…" Dean just panted with a gasp, not even able to form words at this point.
"S-Something telling me not to go to my place...not like it's him...more just a feeling." John started the car up again. "L-Let me try something." He did a U turn to begin driving away from his home as he tried not to cry out in pain.
It was a few moment before Dean gave a strangled cough. "Fuck." He gasped out. "Th-think whatever it is...is affecting us both in different ways."
"I feel a little better." John admitted, his voice a little stronger. "My gut felt like it was on fire...like I just swallowed pure poison."
"You saw my reaction." Dean told him. "I...I...um...I don't want to know how much worse it cou-could have gotten." Dean swallowed a lump in his throat. He didn't want to tell John, but he feared he was actually having a heart attack.
"I...don't know what to do...I can't stay away from my own home but I can't go there either and be so sick." John worried. His face looked pale as he glanced at Dean.
"Besides ask Bray...I don't know. Maybe he can do something for us? Th-that or knows of a way to remove the wards on it?" Dean pondered.
"Yeah...so much for our special two days off." John looked sad as they never got time alone together. "I'll find a hotel and give Bray a call."
"Okay...my chest still is tight...but I think th-that is sadly just the after effect." Dean told him.
John gave Dean a worried glance as he drove to the nearest hotel. Once they arrived, he purchased a room so that they could relax while he talked to Bray. It was a smaller room than the suites John sometimes purchased but still had plenty of room. Dean relaxed back on the bed. He lightly closed his eyes trying to calm down. When John reached Bray he was sadly told that of course there was not much he could do until they met up again. Bray was surprised John was having such effects after the work in the cemetery, Dean was understandable as they hadn't done anything with him.
John ended the call and moved to look at Dean. "It seems my place is out for our two days off. Bray has to meet up with us...he's shocked I'm having issues after the night in the cemetery."
"I guess he thought whatever Erick and he did would have freed you." Dean told him. "Okay, so stay here, find better digs, or hit the road already?"
John made a face. "I'd rather not hit the road on our days off, Sir. I was looking forward to spending time with you."
"So, stay here or find a better place since we will be held up a few days?" Dean asked as he opened his eyes, looking over at him.
John looked around the room. "Maybe I should try to find us a nice suite or something. Too bad Rome wouldn't let us crash at his place."
"You want me to call?" Dean asked, sitting up.
"If you don't mind. I could drive us over there." John answered with a smile.
Dean shook his head before he pulled out his phone to look for Roman's number and dialed. It was a few minutes before Roman answered. "H-Hello...better be good, Us.'" The Samoan's voice sounded husky and slightly winded.
"Oops, sorry Us' if I interrupted a little afternoon delight." Dean chuckled. "Um, got a problem and can't go to John's place. I was wondering if we can use your digs for a couple days?"
Roman gave a pant before replying. "S-Sure. My place is your place. I know John will make sure it stays clean." He held the phone to his ear while the other held Randy's hands over his head as he straddled him.
"Thanks, Us'...have fun." Dean laughed before he hung up.
"I take it he said yes?" John checked as he was stretched out on the bed.
"Yep...I think I interrupted a personal workout though." Dean laughed.
"Damn, those two act like newlyweds." John laughed. "I've never seen Randy so happy."
"Same with Rome...so I guess we need to pick up groceries closer to Rome's place. Good thing I have a key." Dean chuckled as he began to move.
"How are you feeling?" John worried as he stood up to grab what few items he brought into the room.
"Better." Dean told him. "Th-that was the worst one yet." Dean admitted before he could even stop himself.
John's eyes showed a little guilt and concern. "Tell me if it gets that bad again. You have to be careful with your heart."
"I will...I think it was the same thing as your stomach." Dean told him. "Whatever that thing did...screwed our bodies and it is reacting to the wards on your place."
John nodded. "Let's hit the road." They left the hotel after checking out and made the drive to Roman's place. John told Dean to relax as he drove, taking in the warm day.
Dean kicked his seat back, putting his hands behind his head. "I'll let you handle the shopping since you do the cooking. Rome said he knows you will keep his place clean."
"I will...never been there before." John said as he looked out the window. "You know, I don't think we've ever really been alone. Kit joined us shortly after I became your sub."
"Hmm guess I never really thought about it." Dean told him. "It will be nice though. As for Rome's place...I guess your basic place." John smiled. He drove until they reached a small grocery store a few miles from Roman's place. Dean had fallen asleep so John went into the store to do the shopping for the next two days.
Dean jerked in his sleep. He felt a heaviness to his body. His eyes opened to look in a panic, not knowing where he was. His chest heaved as he went to sit up. That's when he saw the store. He shook his head, cursing himself for freaking out. He slowly ran a hand through his messy hair. John was shopping in the store. It was relatively small so he was able to keep a low profile. He picked up bottled water, beer, a bottle of wine, along with an assortment of breakfast, lunch and dinner staples. He bought a large package of chicken wings, knowing Dean enjoyed them.
Dean tried to calm back down, checking the doors before he settled back again, closing his eyes. He pulled the collar of his shirt, slightly feeling warm. It was a while later before John returned to the car. He opened the back to sit all the bags inside. "You awake?" He called to Dean, seeing the man had shifted.
"Yeah." Dean huffed a faint breath shifting to sit back up. "Fi-find everything okay?"
"Yeah." John slammed the back door. He put the shopping cart away before climbing into the driver's seat. His head turned to look at Dean. "You sounded winded. Is your heart still bothering you?"
"I...I just woke up a little startled is all." Dean tried to tell John even if he wasn't fully sure himself.
"Oh...okay. Well, according to the GPS Rome's place is only about ten minutes away." John said as he fastened his seatbelt and turned on the car engine.
"Cool...hope his pool is up and running. I could use a dip." Dean told John.
"Oh, he has a pool?" John asked as he pulled the car out and began to drive toward Roman's place.
"Yeah, pretty standard in ground. I sometimes think everyone in Florida has one." Dean laughed.
John joined in the laugh. "Well, I bought some nice steaks for one night and chicken wings for the other. You can let me know which you'd rather eat tonight. I also bought salad fixings, potatoes, and beer." He laughed again. "I know salads aren't really your thing so I thought I'd try my hand at making french fries."
"Oooo Steak and fries sounds good for tonight." Dean told him. "I can raid Rome's spices for the wings." Dean chuckled.
"Steak and fries it is then." John agreed. "And I bought stuff to make pancakes and bacon in the morning." He knew Dean loved his pancakes.
"So, you making tomorrow a Load Day?" Dean asked. "That is what you call them right?"
John nodded. He felt they both needed a distraction from all the stress. "Master, if you're up for it...can we try something new?" He asked at last. "A role play? I always wanted to be a damsel in distress...well minus the damsel part."
Dean chuckled. "I guess that would make me the dastardly villain then?"
John nodded with a grin. "We don't do a lot of bondage but I do like it. You can raid Rome's house for stuff to tie me up with. You know, like the damsel tied to a chair."
"I'll need to look...shame I know you have equipment at your place." Dean commented.
"No, I like the thrown together toys...more realistic." John assured him. "All we need is maybe a few dress ties or a belt."
"I'm sure I can find something." Dean told him.
John gave a dimpled grin. They arrived at a simple looking house a few minutes later. The GPS announced that they had arrived at their destination. "Is this the right place, Master?" John checked.
Dean moved, looking at the simple but good size rancher. "Yep, this is it." John pulled into the driveway and parked the car. He unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out to grab the groceries from the backseat. Dean leaned over to pop open the trunk before he got out. He moved to his carry on bag to look for a key ring he had with him. He then looked the variety of keys over. "I really should mark these one day." He commented out loud partly to himself.
John came behind him, his arms full of grocery bags. He waited on Dean to find the right key. "Guess be faster if I just try a few on the door." Dean commented, moving for the front door as he still fiddled with the key ring. John tried to wait patiently, trying to balance the heavy bags between both hands. It was about the third key before Dean heard a click. "There we go." He commented almost triumphantly before pushing the door open and moving out of John's way.
John nodded his thanks as he walked past Dean. The inside of the house looked small compared to his place. He went in search of the kitchen. Dean looked. "Oh, sorry. Living room...then you will see a hall before the dinning room. Keep going to kitchen." He pointed.
"Thanks." John told him. He walked until he came to a nice sized kitchen. It was clean and well kept for a guy living alone. He sat the bags on the counter and began organizing the food to put away.
Dean came in after him. "Rome loves to cook." Dean told John seeing him taking in the set-up.
"Nice kitchen." John commented as he moved to put the cold food in the stainless steel refrigerator. "I'll take good care of it for him."
"He said he knew you would." Dean chuckled, leaning on the counter to watch John. John was wearing shorts that hung low on his hips as he bent to put away the food. The fridge was on the empty side so there was plenty of room. Dean gave a faint groan and lick of his lips, thinking of the color he would give that ass later.
"You okay, Master?" John asked, hearing the sound that Dean had made behind him.
Dean shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Yes, Dimples...just thinking of our fun. Speaking of guess I will go look for a few things." He stood up, heading from the room. When Dean left, John worked to finish organizing the kitchen. He put four steaks in a marinade he had purchased for dinner that night and filled a bowl with some thick cut potatoes that would be french fries later on.
Dean headed for the garage as he felt a little odd going through Roman's closet. He found rope, a drop cloth and tape. "Hmmm let's see here." He headed back in with them but tucked them out of sight before heading back for the kitchen.
By the time Dean reached the kitchen John had put the food away and was just finishing up. He looked at the younger man when he walked in. "Hey. I got the steaks marinating and I cut up some fries for later."
"Sounds good...guess we should get the suitcases and I'll show you the room we can use." Dean told him.
John nodded. "My bags are still in the car. I'll go grab them." He walked to leave the room and walk back outside. He pulled the remaining luggage from the trunk of the car and lugged it back into the house where Dean waited.
Dean led John down the one hallway to one of the doors, opening it. "I used to crash in here." Dean told him.
John walked in the room and saw it was cozy if simple with neutral tones and a queen sized bed. It also had a TV mounted on the wall facing the bed and a dresser for clothing. He sat the suitcases down. "This will work."
"Well, I sure hope so." Dean commented.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to sound snobbish." John apologized. "It came out that way. Like some kind of rich brat."
"You're right...it did." Dean told him. It had been months, but John making that sort of comment once again made Dean wonder what John really thought of his place.
John's eyes lowered slightly. "I'm sorry. That's not who I am. My mom's place is nothing fancy. I used to work shitty jobs and eat whole pizzas so the owner would give them to me for free. I guess sometimes you can forget and get a little spoiled."
Dean gave a humorless chuckle. "Yeah, guess we all start somewhere." He moved to the bed, kicking his shoes off. John followed suit to remove his own shoes. He took off his ball cap and sat it on the dresser. "We can play after dinner." Dean told him. "I just want to relax a little then maybe hit the water. I heard the filter going when I was outside."
John nodded. "Okay. I guess if we're going in the water I'd better not ask for my collar...unless you want to give me a shadow one."
"I can." Dean told him. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. John knelt before Dean with his eyes lowered. He was still a little ashamed about how he had commented over Roman's room. Dean reached out, touching John's neck closing his eyes. He tried to focus, bringing some of the shadow energy out and weave itself around John's neck in the almost familiar shape. After he was done he raised a hand to his head, feeling a little dizzy.
John raised his head to thank Dean but then looked worried. "You okay, Master?"
"Just a...um...little dizzy. I'm sure it will pass." Dean told John before he move to lay down still keeping his eyes closed to prevent the room from spinning. John felt bad for asking Dean to give him the collar. First, he had acted like a brat then this. He stayed on the floor, leaning back to rest against the bed. Dean reached a hand over scratching John's head. "You can join me."
John almost timidly moved to climb on the bed and lay down beside Dean. Dean shifted the hand he was scratching John with since he was now on the other side of him. "What's wrong?"
"I just feel bad...I should be reminded my place." John finally admitted softly. "First, I acted like a rich brat about Rome's room then I asked for my collar knowing you've already been drained. I wasn't thinking of my Master's well-being."
"I didn't know it would have had an effect on me. I had to option to tell you to hold off till you could put the other one on after our swim." Dean told him. "You also apologise for your statement."
"I...I guess." John agreed softly. He hated feeling like he let Dean down.
"Let me rest an hour...then we can go swim." Dean told John. John gave his agreement. The men just laid quietly for an hour. John was in a twilight sleep as he rested near Dean. There was no alarm set, but after a time and Dean felt better he began to move.
John shifted and woke after he felt Dean. He yawned and opened his eyes. "Feeling better, Master?"
"Yes, much." He headed for his main suitcase for his swim trunks.
"Good." John looked a little lost as he stood from the bed. "Uh...I don't think I have any swim trunks in my clothing. Does Rome have a pair to fit me?"
"I don't know how close you two are to the same size." Dean commented, looking John over. "Do I dare call to ask? They can't still be...um...working out can they?"
John laughed. "Rome will kill you if they are...maybe I should just go skinny dipping."
"The pool is outside." Dean told him.
"Oh." John blushed. "Better call him then."
Dean moved to feel his phone, pulling it out. He looked up Roman's number. "Can't believe you travel without trunks." Dean told John as it was ringing.
Before John could reply Roman answered the phone. His panting breath could be heard in the phone. "You've got to be kidding me, Us:' Again? You're really cock blocking me today."
"Oh, come on, Man...really?" Dean replied, exasperated. "That was hours ago." He exclaimed. "Okay...okay...real quick...you think you have board shorts that would fit, John...and if so where?"
"Hey, we took a break...it's our day off." Roman protested as he tried to think. "Yeah, they should fit. Top drawer in my bedroom dresser." Randy's moans could be heard in the background.
"Okay, Us' Okay...thanks I'll try not to bother you again tonight." Dean replied before hanging up with a laugh.
"Again?" John asked in shock. "Damn, don't let him kill Ran."
"He said it's their day off too." Dean laughed. "He said top drawer of his dresser. This way." Dean headed from the room. John followed after Dean. They walked to Roman ' s bedroom and up to his dresser. John tried not to laugh as Dean pulled out a pair of flowered swimming trunks.
Dean looked. "Something else? Honestly, I think most of his are your typical Hawaiian board shorts. "
"No, those are fine." John snickered. He stripped down and took the shorts from Dean. They fit okay for the most part but the waist was a little loose, making them fall low on his hips. "Story of my life." He pouted.
"There should be a drawstring." Dean commented. "Okay my turn." He turned, heading back for the other bedroom.
"Yeah...only works so well." John mumbled to himself as he pulled the string tight. As he walked through the house he got the feeling of eyes on him. He turned to see a Samoan in tribal attire almost stalking him. It did not seem to be threatening, more like the being was checking out who was in their relative's turf. John chuckled and continued walking to the bedroom where Dean waited.
Dean pulled out black swim trunks then went to strip down. He didn't waste time changing. "I know where he keeps towels we can use."
John nodded. "Someone was stalking me down the hall. I think one of Roman's past relatives guard his place. He looked like a Samoan warrior." John chuckled. He felt the being come behind him and turned around. "You don't have to worry." He tried to assure the stoic faced warrior. "I'm a friend...Your Us' let me stay here."
Dean chuckled. "Doesn't surprise me." He turned, heading back out the room heading for a small linen closet near the bathroom.
John noticed the warrior studying them carefully before it gave a slow nod and left the room. "He's gone." John chuckled. "Would have been awkward him watching while we play later."
Dean laughed, pulling the towels out. "This is one case I am glad I don't have your ability." John gave a chuckle in agreement. The two men made the walk through the house to the outside pool.
Dean sat the towels on a lounge chair then headed for a large rock that overhung one end of the pool. He made a run onto the rock and over the side with a yell as he jumped and cannonballed into the water. John grinned. He ran to leap into the pool himself, hitting the water with a loud splash. Dean laughed as he swimmed towards him. The men swam for awhile, sometimes splashing each other in fun. It was the first time they had really relaxed together since John pledged himself to Dean. At one point Dean swam at John and wrapped his arms around him. He just held John, debating the next laughed as he struggled in the hold.
"Trying to get away?" Dean asked. He stopped debating and just acted as he leaned in to kiss John. John's body relaxed in Dean's hold as he felt the younger man's warm lips pressed against his own. He gave a soft sound of enjoyment as he kissed him back. Dean then moved to kiss the side of John's neck. He knew he had to learn to just relax.
John felt goosebumps form on his wet skin from the light kisses to his neck. He gave a light shudder. "Fuck, Master."
"Just wanted a feel." Dean murmured against John's skin before slowly almost reluctantly letting go. John was a little stunned for a moment before he gathered his wits about him to return to swimming. A smile almost beamed on Dean's face as he moved to float on his back, unaware the action would show off the obvious tenting of his bulge. John tried not to chuckle as he swam near Dean. "I think someone will enjoy our playtime after dinner." He commented.
"Of course I will." Dean replied, still unaware of the reason for John's comment.
John just snickered and returned to swimming. The guys got out to dry awhile later. John wrapped a towel around his wet form. "I don't know about you but swimming makes me so hungry. Want me to dress and work on our food?"
"Sounds perfect, Dimples." Dean commented as he took his towel the quickly dry his hair before wrapping it around his lower body.