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Not realizing the load he had placed on Randy, John happily went about unpacking their bags. He put all of Randy's belongings into one dresser where he would know where to find them. He then headed back down to check on his boyfriend. "All done." He announced, sitting on the couch. "I put all your stuff together, Man."
"Th-thanks Johnny." He lightly put a hand over his stomach when it rumbled. "Sorry." He was sure John heard it across the room, Randy may have actually blushed.
"Guess it is past dinner time. Damn, I'll need to go out for groceries tomorrow." John stood up. "Guess it's takeout tonight. Pizza, subs, Chinese, or Mexican? I have menus."
"Hmm...Whatev...actually subs sounds good...just as long as they're nice & thick." Randy commented.
John nodded. "I know a good place. You like roast beef? They make a killer beef foot long."
"Cool...with cheese? If so swiss on mine." Randy tried not to drool unsure why that sounded so good all of a sudden.
John grinned at Randy. "Just wait until you see these things. They're from a local deli and pub. Any condiments you like? Mustard?"
Randy raised a brow and a questioning tone. "Mayo...with pickles?"
John laughed. "It comes with everything but the kitchen sink, Babe. Be better to tell me if there is anything you don't like."
"Olives & hot peppers." Randy commented.
"Okay." John nodded. "Would you like a cold beer? The pub delivers and has an amazing selection."
"Um...hmm...sure?" Randy didn't sound too confident about the beer, but he figured why not.
"Okay be back soon." John left to make the call, knowing the number by heart. Randy tried to relax back in the seat. He was trying to make an effort for John, he just hoped it was enough.
John came back in a short time later. "Okay, food will be here in about 30. Want to watch a movie or something while we wait? I have NetFlix."
"Whatever you want John...my...well my entertainment exposure is sort of limited."
"You do remember acting in your movie, right?" John asked, looking at him.
Randy looked ad John his brow knit as he tried to think. He closed his eyes to focus. "I...I think so...it's...it's in the hazy parts." He gave a sigh dropping his hand to his hands.
John nodded as he went to Netflicks. He chose a good action flick that he thought Randy would enjoy. "Yeah I starred in the first 12 Rounds movie and you did the sequel." The guys watched the movie until John heard the doorbell. He jumped up and went to answer it and grab their food.
Randy moved to push himself to stand, just a faint cringe at the pulling on his side. He waited for John to come back in. "Need help with anything?"
"No, Man. But if you can walk I'd rather we eat in the kitchen." John replied, his arms full.
"Yeah...maybe a little shaky, but I think I can make it...well unless it's in another zip code." Randy tried to joke about the size of the place.
John laughed. "Follow me." He walked toward the kitchen with his load slowly. "You can just leave the movie run for now, Man."
"OK." Randy followed behind John trying to take his time without losing sight of John as the place felt like a giant maze to him. They reached the kitchen & he went to sit at a small dining set. He was panting slightly & his muscles ached, but he did it all the same.
John sat Randy's cold beer in front of him then a large sub wrapped in thick, white sandwich paper. "There you go, Ran. Good thing you're hungry." He chuckled as he took his own food and moved to sit.
"God damn man." Randy exclaimed looking at the size of the sandwich. He began to unwrap it seeing most of the bulk was indeed the sub & not the paper. "I see at least three meals in my future."
"Told you." John laughed as he opened his own. The toppings were so thick that the sub could barely hold them all. "At least they cut it in half."
"True." Randy chewed his bottom lips as he was debating the best way to tackle the beast. John picked up half the sandwich, taking a big bite and laughing as half the toppings spilled on to the wrapper.
"So, do you want to hear my house rules?" John half joked as he ate. "You'll see why not many of my buddies come around."
"Um...ok..." Randy stopped picking at his food to put all his focus on John.
"I'm not trying to be a dictator, Ran." John began. "I just work so hard to keep my home the way I like it. So, I ask there be no shoes in the house. Also, food only eaten in the kitchen or dining room area. Drinks are okay in the rest of the house as long as you use a coaster under them. No towels left on the bathroom floor after a shower. Oh, and I use a separate hamper for my workout clothes and one for my every day and dress clothes. They are both in the Master bathroom."
Randy tried not to get a headache listening, although most were common sense. "OK...which is which...or are they marked somehow?"
"The one on the left is for workout clothes. I'll show you." John smiled, taking a bite of food. "Also, try to turn off lights in the rooms you aren't in, no feet on the couches and no tracking pool water through the house if you use the pool room. I have towels provided in there." John's eyes twinkled. "And kiss your sexy ass boyfriend every day."
Randy was trying to sort it all out when he heard the last one. "I take it the last is a recent addition...or have you had other boyfriends here before?"
"No." John said seriously, looking at Randy. "You're the first serious boyfriend I ever had...well since high school."
"So-sorry..." Randy took a deep breath. "I-I forgot you...you did tell me that...forgive me?"
"Of course." John assured Randy as they ate. "So...you feel like running away from me now? My mom says I can get a little carried away."
Randy shook his head as he tried to focus back on his food feeling John was done the rules list. "No...I'll do my best to follow them."
"It's all I ask. Don't stress, Ran." John took a drink of his beer. "If you need help with a shower or bath later let me know. I promise to behave."
"Is it safe to get the stitches wet?" Randy wondered as he finally opened his beer.
"Oh...I don't know. Damn hospital. They didn't tell us anything." John said with a face of disgust.
"Wonder if you can find out on-line...that must be an odd search to do."
"I'll do some research after we eat." John nodded. He looked down at his food. "Damn, not making much of a dent."
"Same here...told you at least three meals." Randy joked.
"Yeah guess we should have split one. Oh well, quick meal for later." John said, wrapping up the rest of his. "Beer is good but theirs always is."
"Um...yeah.." Randy looked at the bottle. "They bottle their own microbrews?"
"Yeah. One of my favorite places here that delivers." John stood to put his food in the fridge. "I'll do some research for you, Man. I'm sure you'd love a shower."
"If that is all I can get...but a soak in a nice hot bath sounds better." Randy gave a relaxing sigh.
"Sure, Babe. I have a big tub. If it's safe for the stitches whatever you want." John told him with a smile.
Randy nodded as he wrapped the rest of his own sub up. "OK...as soon as you find anything. I don't know when I last could just relax."
John took Randy's wrapped sub and headed for the fridge to put it away. "I'll check now, Babe."
"Thanks...for everything." Randy tried to give a smile.
"No problem." John returned the smile. "I'm heading to my office to power up my computer."
"OK Johnny..." Randy seemed to get lost in thought a moment. He then shook his head to clear it. "I gu-guess I'll go back to the other room for now." Randy moved to try to push himself up. He grunted a little but did it. "Hey...may not be ring shape...bu-but maybe not as bad as we first thought?"
"You're doing great, Man." John had watched to make sure Randy could stand. "You need me for anything you call."
"OK Johnny." Randy slowly made his way from the kitchen he still had a bit of a sway/limp to him, but at least he was doing it under his own power. When he left the hospital he feared needing some sort of help the rest of his life be it from John or a cane or something. Just to be careful he still stayed near a wall or something to lean on if he needed it hoping John would not mind. Reaching the family room he sank back into the chair from before sadly feeling slightly winded.
John walked into his office and sat down at his computer. Once it was powered up he did a search on being able to bath while having stitches. He sighed as he read the results before heading back to where Randy was waiting. Randy looked over seeing John from the corner of his eye. "I am guessing no."
John sadly shook his head. "The way it sounds, Man, a quick shower is fine as long as the stitches don't get overly wet but a long soak is out until they're gone. I'm sorry."
"Damn...and how long do they normally stay in?" He shakes his head. "That place didn't tell us shit."
"I don't know for sure." John ran a hand over his head in exasperation until his eyes lit up. "Hey! I know. A waterproof bandage! I have some large sized ones that should cover your stitches."
"Nice." Randy gave a faint smile."Gu-guess lead the way." Randy pushed himself back up slowly heading towards John.
"We'll take the elevator up since I doubt you can climb stairs." John said as he walked.
"Hold on...An elevator...seriously? Damn man."
"What?" John laughed. "I have a big house." He reached the landing where his elevator was. "Youth before beauty." He teased, bowing to Randy.
"Ha ha...yeah big...next you will tell me you have segways hiding somewhere." Randy joked stepping on. John rolled his eyes as they travelled up. The elevator opened up into John's massive bedroom closet.
"This is my Master closet, the one you can share with me if you want."
Randy whistled at the size of just the one room. "Damn..." He looked as he stepped off. "Step up from training days hmm?"
"Yeah. Just think of the fun we could have in here." John looked at Randy with lust before shaking himself. He had to remind himself that this was not the same guy that had wrecked his ass in many a locker room. "Sorry."
"Do-don't be sorry John...Please."
"I must come off as such a jerk to you." John insisted. "Even though I make it look that way I don't just want you for sex, Man. I'm truly sorry."
"I know John...but you're not. I understand. I-I ju-just wish I could give you...well give you what I know you want." Randy lowered his head as he leaned on one of the sinks nearby John swallowed a lump as he mentally chastised himself. How could he be so heartless as to bring up things he knew Randy could not physically do anymore?
"What I want is you." He said thickly. "Now let's get you your bandage so you can enjoy a long bath."
"Th-thanks man." Randy slowly moved & turned to sit on one of the changing benches. "OK." He knew John was being sweet, but he also knew or at least felt that John may mean it, but for how long?
John left and returned with the special bandage. "You might as well strip I guess, Man. Since you'll be taking a bath anyway. You need help?"
"Um...I may...little hard to keep bending once I stand up." Randy looks around for something to push off from not really seeing anything. "Hmm hand?" He extended his.
John offered a hand to Randy so his boyfriend could stand. Randy took a hold & pulled himself up trying to be careful not to fall into John. "Thanks."
John looked up at Randy. "Welcome. Um...Guess we should start with the shirt?"
Randy nodded as he went to begin bunching the fabric up. He wince some from the pull on his left side. "Guess you need to take it from there."
John stood up on his tip toes before sighing. "I keep forgetting how tall you are, Man. Maybe sit and take off the pants first and I can get your shirt that way?"
Randy looks a little puzzled letting go of the shirt. "John? Wouldn't it make sense to...um...lower the pants before I sit down...you know is I don't sit on them?" John gave a chuckle at Randy's words.
"Yeah. Sorry, Man. Not thinking." He loosened Randy's jeans before lowering them down, trying not to glance at a certain area he used to be obsessed with.
Randy tried not to fidget feeling almost overly self-aware of the bruises that ran along his thighs. "Okay, you can sit now, Man." Randy nodded & sat back down, and John bent to pull Randy's pants and socks completely off, sitting them aside before straightening up. Randy's eyes were lowered a little. "Something wrong, Man?" John asked as he raised Randy's shirt, trying not to drool at the perfect chest on display. "If it's because you're naked don't forget I've seen all of you before."
"The bruises...the marks...ho-how can you see an-any of it as sexy?" He lightly began to pick as the wrappings on both wrists.
John looked at Randy in utter disbelief. "You've got to be kidding, Ran. You're the sexiest guy I know. You don't know how bad I want you all the time." His voice softened. "I'm honored that you're mine and I'm yours."
"Maybe before John...maybe before...this." Randy almost mumbled.
"No, now!" John insisted. "You don't know what your body does to me, Baby. What you do to me." He bent to place a soft but passionate kiss on Randy's lips, wanting the younger man to feel his desire.
Randy trembled slightly feeling as John kissed him again. He returned the kiss lightly. "I'll try Johnny...sorry."
John gave Randy a sad smile. "It's a start. Let's get your bandage changed." Randy nodded moving his left arm out of the way. John wasted no time in putting on the new bandage. "There you go, Ran. If you want I can fill up the tub for you."
"Sounds good." Randy licked his lips as they felt dry.
"Okay. It won't be long." John went to fill the tub and add a little oil to make Randy's bath time more relaxing.