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John woke up the next morning, the light was just brushing the night away still casting the room in a dim light. He carefully moved from Randy's hold to head for the bathroom. He hated how drained Randy looked, the haunted look to his eyes when he first saw him. John was so focused on Randy he wasn't focused on his own feet. Next he knew he was tumbling towards the floor.

The crash & grunt of pain stirred Randy where he laid. His arm moved slowly before opening his eyes. He almost had to wonder did he dream that last night happened. He then heard movement & turned in the bed seeing John getting up. His heart felt a little lighter in that moment. "You ok?"
"Yeah." John dusted himself off. "Just wasn't looking where I was going…tripped over your bag." He bent brushing his legs off & tried to straighten the bag. He paused as he started sniffing the air. He raised a brow picking up an off odor.

"Ran what's in your bag?"
"You know the normal emergency stuff…why?"
John shakes his head. "I don't know…" He reaches for the smaller bag, lifting it he can hear the shifting of glass the same time the moving of the air only heightens the smell. He didn't know why but something in it wanted to make John's stomach turn. "I think I may of broke something…"
"What?!" Randy hopped from the bed to check him…but then realized what John was holding. He tried to keep a face a calm while inside he was a twist of emotions. Part of him worry he had been discovered, a darker part angry that John accidentally destroyed his back up. He looked at the bag, then John before reaching to take it from him. "It…it's ok John." He moves past him with it in to the bathroom shutting the door. Randy turns the sink on before opening the bag hoping that maybe they weren't broken, or if so maybe just one or two. He should of have about five in it & from the looks all five shattered.

Randy was almost seething his hands wanting to clench into fists as mumbled curses passed his lips. Taking a cloth he placed it in the sink to dump the fragments into it so he could clean the bag. As he dumped the glass he could only watch as the blood ran out with it. He didn't even notice as he licked his own lips watching the only thing that had given some sort of steady comfort for the last few months just become diluted in the water then run down the drain. Filling the bag with water the rinse it out then dumping it. He turned it inside out to dry before he cut the water off. He worked to calm himself as he dumped the glass into the trash before opening the door. Even if Randy didn't know it, John could see the look of loss within Randy's eyes.
"What was that?"
Randy shook his head. "Nothing to worry about."
"It didn't look like it."

"John…please." He stepped closer to take a hold of John, wrapping his arms around him just resting his head on John's shoulder. A small piece of him was angry & may of wanted to lash out, but another piece realized with John there he had nearly forgotten how close he was to taking some of that stuff. John had chased away the need to fade away, the need to forget life for a time. John had made the wretch feel 'human' again…he was not just some thing tossed aside, unwanted & invisible.

"Randy, your shaking…what's wrong." John lightly rubbed his back. Randy just shook his head burying his head even more into John's shoulder & neck. "You're worrying me…please."
"It's nothing." Randy mumbled with a broken voice.
John lightly took a hold of Randy's shoulders to try to pull him away to look at him. Randy went to try to turn away but John caught his jaw looking at tears that were wetting his face. Randy knew he was caught but moved to turn away heading for the bathroom. "Come on let's get showered, we are both a mess."
John sighed as he followed Randy. He watched as Randy moved to adjust the water. "Please talk to me."

"I just missed you ok?"
"I think there is more."
"Why?"
"Just do."
"Well don't." He stepped into the shower offering John a hand in. For now he would not bring it up, but he felt it wasn't over yet. He got in behind Randy pulling the curtain closed. Turning he grabbed a wash cloth & soap lathering it up before he started to wash Randy down. Randy closed his eyes a faint sigh at John's touch as he took care of him. He gave a faint gasp when he felt John place a kiss to each of his thighs before placing a few along his currently limp member.

He opened his eyes looking down seeing John on one knee. "Someone bad."
"No…but maybe I missed you too." He leaned forward placing another kiss to the shaft before he used his tongue to sweep the pliable flesh into his mouth lightly sucking.
"Oh damn John…" Randy groaned out as the whole length was swallowed. He head lulled back, his eyes closing as the water ran over his eyes. John sucked as he drew back stretching the flesh as it slowly grew harder at his treatment. He wrapped his arms around Randy's body, his hands resting on his ass as he continued his oral gratification of his lover…a piece of his heart he felt was shattering.

Low growls formed in John's throat as he felt Randy grow harder between his lips & the slight taste of the weaker essence dotting along his tongue. Randy's hands lightly rubbing over John's head. "So close, god you feel so good…" He moaned out. John worked Randy's length deep within his mouth shortly before Randy lost any resistance he may have had shooting his creamed essence down John's throat which his swallowed happily.

He stood up slowly hooking his arms around Randy's neck pulling the larger man down in a searing kiss. "What can I do for you?" Randy asked in a low tone.
"Nothing." John assured him.
"But John…"
"I am fine…look." Randy looked down & almost felt bad that John did not seem aroused by his display of oral skills.
"I…I'm sorry if I had…"
John placed his finger to Randy's lips. "I did enjoy it…but remember all the training…I am just fine. I really felt you needed that."

Randy just nodded before he went back to focusing on them getting cleaned & out of the shower before it turned to ice. As they stepped out & were drying off John heard his phone from the other room. "Damn it." Randy tried not to sigh already having a feeling. John wrapped his towel around him heading for where he dropped his pants the night before. He dug through the pockets till he found the phone.
"Hello…yes…It's fine…when am I needed?…ok soon…yeah…yep…bye." John hung up the phone.
"Let me guess…duty calls."

"Ah yeah."
"Should of guessed." Randy tried to hide his disappointment wanting to feel the wall build up around him again. "Be seeing you again soon thought right? He will see you were just fine with me…you will be back won't you?"
"Yeah…" John looked down as he began to gather his things.
"Why I feel a but in there?"
"Cause there is, I don't know how soon. I need to travel with the other roster for a while. I know we should cross at pay per views. I don't know besides that."

Randy just slowly nodded. "I…I understand, the hazards of this job."
John didn't believe Randy. He didn't believe he understood or if he understand he was OK with it, even Randy wasn't OK with it to a point but what could he do? Once his pants where on he walked over to Randy cupping his face in his hands.
"Call me if you need to talk…please."
"I don't…"
"Please Randy…" John's voice full of worry.
"Go you shouldn't keep them waiting."

John sighed as he tried to pull Randy down closer to kiss him again, he was lucky to kiss his jaw before he turned to leave. Something inside him dreaded leaving, as he headed down the hall for the elevator he could almost feel as if a small part of his heart was growing cold.

Once John left & the door close Randy moved almost as if in a trance to the bed, feeling cold, drained, useless & worthless again he fell down on it curling up a little not caring the time or anyone…the feeling of warmth & worth walked out that door with John. Once again other things & people were more important.