The next few days passed with John trying to calm Randy's nerves as he packed. Against his own better judgement Randy shaved his beard down to its more five o'clock shadow look which he felt only accentuated his facial scars more and he hated it. Getting to the airport once again, he was back to the sleeveless hoodie that he refused to remove except for the security check and only once he was pulled to the side. He did remove it for the flight as the crew had already seen him. He did notice more of a nervous look from Sarah. He fought not to snap at her and just focused out the window. When they landed the hood went up again as they left the plane. John took care of getting the rental for them. Being in a terminal for charter flights they didn't have the worry of the fans the guys flying commercial did.

Reaching the hotel John got them checked in. Of course there were a few fans milling about and Randy kept his head down as he signed autographs. He refused any photos and didn't answer questions about his return. He was tensed like a coiled snake until John came over and excused them to head for the elevator. John was almost at his wit's end. He understood why Randy was acting so withdrawn but at times it was difficult to separate Randy from Brandon. He was just so defensive and angry at the world. The younger man had even been moody with John a few times. John rested a hand on Randy's shoulder in the elevator. "You okay?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" Randy replied sarcastically. He then took a deep breath. "Sorry, Johnny...I just don't think I can do this. Did you notice how Sarah was even more on edge this time?"

"Give it time, Ran. Once people see it once or twice it will be old news." John said quietly. He moved his hand as he tried to be understanding. Randy had not fucked him or called him Baby since the plane. It was like all he could see was his flaws. The elevator opened and they walked to their suite.

Once inside, Randy set his bags down. "So when is this meeting...and how many will be here?" He asked as he looked around the room.

"Meeting is in a few hours...Hunt and some members from Creative was what I was told." John moved to take their bags in the bedroom. He was half afraid to talk to Randy right now. Randy moved to look out the patio doors. He was glad for an upper floor suite. It made him feel like no eyes could be on him right now. He moved to take off the hoodie, draping it over a chair nearby. He hated this new him. He missed when he craved the focus and spotlight. Now he just wished to climb into a dark hole and stay there.

John was likewise having a difficult time. He was used to being with a cocky, confident man who loved showing off his body. This new Randy was cold and guarded even with him these past few days. The two days at Randy's had been awkward and at times John got the feeling Randy wished he was all alone. There had been no hugs, no pet names. John's throat felt tight with emotion as he unpacked. Randy didn't even know how long he stood by the patio doors before he moved to the couch to turn on the TV. He looked towards the bedroom, seeing John had not come out yet. Was he still unpacking? Randy decided to move to check on him, stopping in the doorway.

John had his head down as he unpacked near the bed. Worry showed on his face as well as a deep sadness. He felt a presence and looked to see Randy watching. "Hey...just finishing up."

"You okay, Babe?" Randy asked softly, moving closer. "I'm being selfish aren't I?"

"You have a lot on your mind...I don't blame you." John said after a moment.

Randy moved to take John by his hands. "As I'm sure you do." He told John. Regret showed in his eyes. "I know you have had months to work on things while in many cases I'm just starting. I need to remember though...while I may be the one with physical scars you have wounds others can't see that you're trying to heal."

John lowered his eyes to hide the pain in them. He had been suffering his own demons since the abduction. In the past year or so he had been kidnapped twice, shot, raped, and demoralized. Sean forcing him to like being claimed in front of Randy had made him feel dirty. When Randy stopped calling him Baby and touching him it made John feel insecure. "Yeah." John whispered simply.

Randy pulled John in to hug him. "I'm sorry, Baby...forgive me. You're the only one that can understand even a fraction of what I am going through. I know I am the same for you...and I haven't been offering that support you need."

"Of course I forgive you...it's been hard on us both." John whispered. "I can just hide my scars behind a smile...you can't."

Randy slowly nodded. "Don't hide them from me though...remember in some aspects I went through a lot of the same stuff you did...Even as Brandon tries to hide them from me I still get nightmares." Randy admitted.

John nodded. "I'll try...just embarrassed about some things...glad you weren't there to see them."

"I don't blame you for it...damn...I...well, we were guilty of the same thing before." Randy sighed as he moved to hold John even tighter.

"I agreed to be Sean's...let him fuck me...call me his Baby...that was a cowardly action." John whispered. "I should have spat in his face and told him to go to hell."

Randy pulled back and cupped John's face. "Look at me." Randy told him firmly. "Brandon told you to do those things...to try to save you because he knew as soon as Kevin or Chris showed up at work they would be caught...with them caught they would have had no reason to keep you a prisoner...they were only doing it to try to protect themselves." He leaned to kiss John lightly. "You're NOT a coward...you were following the orders of your Sir."

"Okay." John said quietly. "But I didn't have to like it...I moaned...commented over the size of his cock...got off. I'm scum."

A low almost growl came from Randy as his eyes narrowed and slightly darkened. "You're NOT scum." He told him firmly as he moved one hand to grip John's jaw in an almost crushing feeling grip. "You acted as you should to appease that piece of trash for your own preservation. You could not help how he manipulated your body...your heart...your soul was not into the actions. You could not help the betrayal of your body."

John gasped at the pain to his jaw. Randy squeezed so hard it felt the bones could crack. "Y-Yes, Sir."

"Don't you dare call yourself that again...do you think we would chase after scum...trash?" Randy told him. "You think we would want to proclaim something unfit as ours?"

Slight fear filled John's eyes as Randy's grip grew as strong as his eyes were dark. The pain felt it would break his jaw. "N-No, Sir. Sorry." He managed to choke out.

"Good Boy." Randy replied, loosening his grip slightly but still firm as he leaned in to crash their lips together in an almost bruising and consuming kiss.

John gasped as Randy kissed him so hard it almost drew blood. It made his heart race but also warm to be consumed and wanted after days left alone. Randy finally drew back as they both gasped for air. He also finally released John's jaw, looking at him with the smirk gracing his lips. "I'm surprised you haven't been out before with how nervous Daddy is." John commented as he rubbed his aching jaw. He worked it, wincing.

"He needs to and wants to try to stand on his own feet at times now...but I had a feeling you needed a bit of my...tough love." Randy chuckled. He then tilted his head looking. "I wasn't too tough was I...last thing we need is you bruised at the meeting."

"It does...hurt some." John admitted. His jaw was throbbing slightly.

"I get a touch carried away at times." Randy told him. "Don't see anything which is good."

John nodded. He had not felt afraid or hurt from Brandon in a long time. He liked the intensity of the younger man but the pain had felt like borderline abuse. His jaw hurt when he spoke. "G-Guess I'll finish unpacking." He stated and walked to put away the clothing.

Randy watched him a moment. "Why don't you get a cold cloth for your jaw...I can finish." John nodded and walked to the bathroom. It was not the injury although it did hurt. Brandon had meant well but he had hurt him when it was pain without the pleasure. He thought the days of dealing with unexpected pain were over now. Randy moved to get rest of their stuff unpacked even while casting glances towards the bathroom. John returned a few minutes later with a washcloth pressed to his jaw. He sat quietly on the bed while Randy worked. As Randy worked John could almost see as his face softened again and his body language changed as well. John noticed the change but didn't comment as he was used to it by now.

"Are you okay, Baby?" Randy asked after a few moments of tense silence.

"Yeah...fine" John said through the pain. "Need help finishing?"

"Na...think I about have it." Randy told them. "You can go make up a pot of coffee in case anyone wants some during the meeting." John nodded with slightly lowered eyes. He laid the cloth in the bin for laundry and quietly left the room. Randy sighed, shaking his head."You fucked up." Randy whispered. 'He needed a firm hand.' "Not that firm though...he's scared of you again." 'He needed to see the truth.' "What, just like he is trying to get us to see?" Randy could almost hear Brandon's grumbles in his head.

John didn't know if he felt angry, hurt, or a combination of the two as he made the coffee. It was one thing to be firm with a submissive but Brandon had harmed him. His jaw hurt to even move it now. Randy had just told him to stop keeping his feelings bottled inside...to share how he felt. Then when he did Brandon had almost cracked his jaw. No wonder he kept his feelings to himself these past months. Randy finished and moved back to the living room. He looked at John as he moved around the small kitchenette. "I'm sorry, Babe...he fucked up didn't he?" 'Don't put words in his head!'

"I trusted him..." John said finally through the pain. "He hurt me...after I opened up like...you asked. Hurts still."

"He didn't mean to, Babe." Randy moved to walk over. "He thought you needed a firm hand to see what we see. We forget the strength he seems to have at times." Randy sighed. "You need to open up...we need you to so you both can heal. How do you think he felt being taken in front of you?"

"I'm not saying shit in front of him again. He can't deal with it...he going to choke me out again next time?" John tried not to yell. "Open up...sure, Ran." Angry tears wet his eyes.

Randy lowered his head, turning to move away. What did John want from him? He was trying wasn't he? John said before he wanted Brandon because he was actually there...he would understand. Then when he comes out John said he still can't say anything. He reached the couch, sinking into it lowering his head to his hands.

John's anger faded to confusion seeing Randy. He walked over to the couch. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I...just feel I have no one to talk to...I thought I had Brandon...but he can't handle it...he snaps...then I feel betrayed."

"He didn't snap...or at least he didn't mean to. He was just...passionate about you not bringing yourself down...wanted you to see you had no reason to blame yourself." Randy tried to explain.

John nodded. "Okay...but is it right to harm someone you love? It hurts to talk now."

"I don't think he realized his grip was that hard...he just wanted to make sure he had your focus instead of the floor and inside your head. He wanted to know he was heard." Randy told him. "We are sorry."

John nodded. "Okay." He moved to sit down and tried to calm down and think it over. Randy wanted to move to hold John but part of him was almost scared to right now. "I missed you calling me Baby." John said after a while. "It was a long two days."

"Sorry, Babe...guess you're not the only one getting stuck inside your own head at times with things lately." Randy replied.

'But I didn't hurt you.' John thought to himself but then had to backtrack. Randy had not meant to go too far. His heart was in the right place. John just nodded. "We haven't had any fun since the plane either."

"Maybe after your show tonight?" Randy asked.

John nodded. "Maybe." Time passed until a knock came to the door. John stood and walked to open it. Hunter stood there along with around four others. "Come in." John forced out, trying not to show he was hurting as he stepped back.

"Thanks, John...did he make it with you?" Hunter asked. "I know how stubborn he can be."
"Yeah I'm here and I can hear you." Randy commented, standing up.

Hunter smiled, walking in more. He moved over to Randy, looking. "Hey...not like I exactly whispered." He smiled. "You're looking better then last time I saw you."

"Yeah right." Randy replied faintly as he looked to see who else was in tow. John shut the door after everyone was inside. Four members of Creative stood behind Hunter. They seemed a little nervous by the whole situation.

"Why don't you all have a seat?" John offered, trying to keep things pleasant.

Randy moved to sit as did everyone else. Randy seemed to focus mainly on Hunter as the older man had seen him at the hospital. "I'm glad you accepted this meeting, Ran." Hunter told him.

"You would have kept hounding me any way you could until I did." Randy replied. "What would have been next smoke signals?"

Hunter gave a dry laugh. "What can I say you're a valuable asset and would have hated for your talents to be wasted."

"Well, I'm sure you can understand my less than ecstatic reaction, Hunter." Randy began. "Yes, we had...what, about five people arrested for what happened...but about a dozen jumped me. How can I not be worried of something happening again?"

"I can understand that, Ran...I really can. Didn't you tell the guys you were letting the jumping slide though?" Hunter pointed out.

"Yeah...but that was before John and I were abducted and dragged to Canada where they were planning on killing me." Randy faintly snapped.

"Not all the ones involved in the jump knew about that, Ran." John spoke up. "They just saw it as a little harmless justice but after they realized how badly you were hurt they felt terrible. Several of them have come to me and were almost crying over it."

"We will keep security detail on you until you tell us otherwise." Hunter told him. "No one goes into yours and John's locker room without notice. John is okay already without them...it is for your peace of mind."

Randy looked to be debating it. "Come on, Ran...honestly Vince has been chomping at the bit to continue your storyline with John. Talk about why you did what you did. I know that was like six months ago, but the fans are still buzzing. We haven't seen anything like this in years." Hunter filled him in.

"We thought of adding your injury to the storyline." One of the men spoke. He looked like a kid fresh out of college. "You know...you were attacked and hated your scars so you've been hiding out? Love conquers all story."

"Awe...how sappy." Randy looked as he commented.

"Randy please." Hunter addressed him. "Obviously we can't hide them...so, it only makes sense to address them."

"So, just draw more focus to the monstrosity I feel." Randy replied.

"You are not...nor do you look like a monstrosity." Hunter tried to tell him.

"Right...sure." Randy started. "Next you'll tell me you were thinking of having me hide backstage in some dimly lit room where my back is to the camera for promos before I return to the ring where John is talking to me...trying to get me to come back out. How I'm needed in the ring. How I can't let this set me back."

"Well, actually…" Another member of Creative started to speak until Randy shot a look at them and they paled and gulped.

John didn't know if he felt sad or amused by the exchange. "That was talked about...John is so motivational...and you are known for anger outbursts." A braver woman spoke up. "I mean your ring character is." She quickly added.

Randy cast a side glance at her then he looked at Hunter. "I love how everyone is trying to convince me these…" He motions to his cheek. "Are no big deal…"

"They're not, Ran." Hunter interrupted him without realizing it.

Randy gave a dry brief laugh. "No big deal...but they just admitted they want to give me more or less the same story Kane had in 2003 when we forced him to unmask to become the psychotic monster."

"Damn." Hunter almost whispered, lowering his head to rub the back of his neck. He had actually forgotten about that.

"Yeah...take out Rob and insert John." Randy faintly snapped.

"But that wasn't a romantic storyline." The same woman bravely replied.

Randy shifted his eyes at her again with a faint huff the same time Hunter looked at her. He then looked back at Randy. "Okay...I don't see them as that bad...but I am also seeing how YOU seem to see them Ran. Just like with Kane's character...he was not the badly burned disfigured being he felt he was." Hunter tried to explain even if he knew it was very blunt, but also very much the truth. Randy just looked over with a faint sneer.

John saw a darkness in Randy's eyes and wondered if it was Brandon or he was just that upset. "It could work, Ran...we could play around with the idea...make it our own."

Randy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "I still don't know how much I like this. Better than being a hermit though." He slowly opened his eyes. "Let me go backstage for tonight and see how things are." Randy commented. "You know...get a feel."

Hunter gave a hint of a smile. "It's a start...sure thing. Just swing by the office before you guys leave." He looked at the people with him. "Anything else any of you want to add?"

"What are your thoughts on simulated intimacy?" A man spoke. " Obviously nothing too racy but we've been pushing the PG rating lately even with het couples...you know, implying you two just finished backstage without showing it. " John looked at the kid in shock. He wasn't offended just caught off guard.

Randy gave a faint chuckle. "Yeah...sure...if I resign...see how tonight goes."

"Good to know...thanks. No more for now." The man smiled.

"Well then. Guess took enough of you guys' time." Hunter told them, standing up. The four people stood up as well, excusing themselves first and left the suite, leaving Hunter behind a moment. "You need anything, Ran give me a call okay?"

"Yeah sure." Randy replied faintly.

John shook his head, having to chuckle once they were alone. "Ironic they want us to simulate backstage sex when that was our fantasy. It's like real life fan fiction."

Randy laughed at John's comment. "Shame we can't then have the camera come in afterwards."

"Fuck." John's eyes drifted shut a moment. " That sounds so naughty. "

"Lock the door...have fun and hear them knocking." Randy smirked. How could John calm him down so easily at times?

"That's so fucking hot...knowing our flushed, sweating bodies would then be on camera." John gave a pant.

"I think we would be dead meat if we actually pulled that." Randy admitted. "The thought is fun though." He laughed.

"Damn...too bad." John said, opening his eyes. " What do you want me to call you on TV? Daddy? " John laughed.

"Damn...didn't really think of it...wouldn't it make you look...well, I don't want to say weak...but you know what I mean if I called you Baby?" Randy pondered.

"I don't care...fans think I'm weak they can tell me to my face." John replied .

Randy shrugged. "Fine...then we won't change a thing." John was obviously tenting in his shorts. He cupped the bulge with a moan. "Baby need to relieve some tension?" Randy asked with a smirk.

John's face flushed. "Well, it has been a few days. Want me to go take care of business in the bathroom?"

"Or dig the toy I know you hide in your suitcase and give Daddy a show?" Randy suggested.

John nodded. "Okay." He walked to his suitcase and began to look inside. He pulled out a tube of lube and a lifelike toy that was blue with a button on the bottom for vibrating settings. "I got a new one." He said, holding it up. "Haven't tried it yet."

"Hmmm nice. Want to adjourn to the bedroom to make it easier?" Randy asked as he eyed John and the toy. John nodded and walked to the bedroom area. He began to strip down, laying the toy and lube on the bed. It didn't take long for him to get out of his clothing to reveal his aroused state. John added lube to the toy, rubbing it up and down the veined shaft. Randy followed him, grabbing a chair from the small sitting area. "Why do I have a feeling this will get my own blood pressure rising?"

John smiled. "I hope so...hope I still turn you on." He chuckled as he moved to lay on the bed and spread his legs. He took the toy in his left hand and began to tease himself, rubbing the head against his entrance. "I remember when you could blow just watching me bend over to cook."

"You still do, Babe. Let me see that ass swallow that toy." Randy commented as he relaxed back. John gave a shaky breath as he closed his eyes. He pictured being fucked by Randy backstage right before the world would see them all sweaty and satisfied. He slowly pushed the large toy inside with a small moan.

"Damn, this beats seeing it on the TV." Randy commented. John gave a small moan as he waited a moment. He moved to turn the toy on a low setting. He gave a heated sound as the vibrations reached his prostrate. "Yeah, that's it, Baby...give us a good show." Randy replied, giving a faint moan. "You sure know how to raise my mood."

"G-Glad." John moaned as he began to move to the toy. "I want you to know how sexy you both are to me...just thinking about being fucked backstage gets me going."

"I see that." Randy replied with a lick of his lips before he moved to work off the shorts he was in. He may not have been fully hard, but was showing signs of reaching that point.

John had his eyes closed as he started moving the toy like he was being fucked. "Tell me...what you'd do if you could backstage."

"Hmmm where to begin." Randy mused as he sat back down. "Which idea first." He smirked. "I could picture one time having a vibrating buttplug in you while you're giving me a blow job. We can hear people moving around just on the other side of the door. We get a knock and quickly need to tuck away and keep composed while we see who it is. The whole time we are talking to them you try not to shift from the plug still inside as we didn't have time to remove it."

John gave a heated groan at the intense mental image. "Fuck, that's hot. I love it." He turned the vibrating toy up higher to a pulse setting. "Of course once we get rid of whoever interrupted our fun I would have you get back to work...or maybe I would rip your cargos down...yank the toy and replace it with me." Randy gave a moan as he took ahold of his cock, giving a stroke.

"Oh, fuck." John's back arched as he pictured Randy's hard warm member buried inside him. "Want you so bad."

Randy stood up, moving towards the bed. "Then toss that hunk of rubber aside." Randy told him.

John kept his eyes closed. "You pull it out...please...just like in the scenario."

"Move your hand, Babe." Randy told him as he moved on the bed between John's legs. John let his hand drop and moved it away. His cock was dripping onto his hard stomach. Randy put his hand on the toy, moving it slightly. "Enough of this...Daddy want's a feel." He pulled the toy, dropping it to the bed before he grabbed John's legs, yanking him down the bed more. He moved to loom over his body before he guided his cock into the stretched slick space with a moan, pushing in fast.

John gave a moan, his eyes opening slightly. "Fuck, so much better. Who needs a toy when you're around."

"Just a good starting point." Randy commented before he started to move. "Fuck, you're always so hot."

"You too...just picturing you fucking me with so many around...not caring if we're heard." John trailed off before giving a moan.

"We are such bad boys aren't we?" Randy panted.

"Y-Yeah I crave you so much...the last two days were long." John admitted between moans of pleasure.

"Mmm nice to know you're so addicted to me." Randy moaned as he changed groaned at the change. He felt the pleasure to his toes it seemed. "Fuck...again, please."

"As you wish." Randy repeated the movement more slowly to drag the feeling out more. John cursed at the feeling. His hands moved to grasp Randy's back as he moved. His face contorted in bliss. "Yeah, Babe...go ahead grip into my shirt."

"Not shirt...want to feel you." John moaned as he feverishly worked to pull Randy's shirt over his head. Randy stilled and moved his upper body to help John get the shirt off, tossing it to the side before he started to move again. John's hands moved all over Randy's chest as if worshipping the flesh. They trailed to brush over his scar lovingly.

Randy shuddered with a gasp at the touch. "Fuck, Babe...makes me tingle when you do that." He moaned.

John continued to brush the scar, almost tracing it. "Glad I can make you feel good." He moaned.

"Shit, not gonna last much longer, Babe." Randy moaned as he eyes fluttered slightly.

"Go ahead, Daddy. I love seeing your face when you let go." John said thickly.

"Oh, fuck, Babe." Randy moaned, only lasting a few more thrusts before he lost it. He panted heavily as he moved a hand to take a hold of John's cock stroking him. "Okay, Babe...your turn."

"Trying...so close...it's almost teasing." John moaned out. Randy stroked John, at times rubbing his thumb over the damp head. "Fuck...so frustrating." John moaned after a moment. " Body is so close on the edge. "

"Just relax, Baby...don't focus too hard." Randy told him.

John closed his eyes. "Did it feel good to fuck me?"

"Yeah, love fucking you...feeling you around me." Randy replied.

John raised his hands over his head. "Touch that spot you showed me before?"

"What one...this one?" Randy asked as he moved his other hand to massage the delicate skin under John's balls. John shuddered and moaned. His legs wanted to close on instinct as his body strained. "Hmm is that what my Baby needed?" Randy smirked as he gave a little more pressure, rubbing the area. "Feeling the pressure inside and out?" He asked even though he knew he was already growing soft inside.

John's body tensed before he came hard with a loud moan. It just felt so good before he almost went limp. "F-Fuck."

"That's a good Baby." Randy commented as he stopped and pulled out. He then moved to lay next to John.

"Well, that's one way to get rid of tension." John had to laugh.

Randy laughed. "Set an alarm?"

"Yeah...I should clean." John mumbled with his eyes closing.

"Yeah...don't need you dripping in your sleep." Randy replied. "I'll...shower when the alarm goes." He yawned. Randy was greeted with a soft snore as John still laid on his back. "Or not." Randy snickered. He moved to set an alarm before moving back into the bed.