John slept like the dead all night long. His body was used and sated. He woke and showered late morning and then the three men enjoyed a late breakfast together. "I loved your surprise last night, Sir." John told Taker. "I admit I thought it was something else."
"Oh." Taker replied, having a feeling he knew what John was referring to. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
John wanted to say something else but when Taker never asked he thought better of it. "I did." He said simply and focused on his food.
"So, you boys taking off today or tomorrow?" Taker asked. Randy looked over, wondering how Taker knew he was going too, but he learned to not ask years ago.
"This evening, Sir. We have a plane around 6." John answered.
"Okay...just let me know when you boys will be swinging back through and I'll clear my workload." Taker told them. John nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Sir." He had hoped Taker had a special collar made just for him. John was lost in thought, almost picturing the leather gracing his neck. The security it would offer. Time passed and Randy actually snapped his fingers in front of John's face when he realized he wasn't paying attention.
John jumped, looking at Randy. "Sorry, Daddy. What?"
"You looked miles away...I asked if there was anything you wanted to do before he had to head out tonight." Randy repeated himself.
"Uh...not that I can think of." John tried to think. "Sorry, Daddy."
"It's fine...what were you thinking about?" Randy asked.
John's face flushed slightly. "Just what I thought Master's surprise was last night." He admitted at last. He realized Randy knew nothing about his request for a collar.
"Ah okay." Randy replied, deciding not to pry.
John cleared his throat. "I'll be back. Need to go to the bathroom." He got up and left, happy for the distraction.
"I think I disappointed him last night." Taker told Randy after John left.
"What are you talking about.? He loved it. Shit, he even joked about seeing if we can push him even more." Randy exclaimed.
"He mentioned something else to me before...beside the machines." Taker told him. "I think he was expecting that insteed."
"What?" Randy questioned.
"An actual collar. I just was not sure how to approach it. Not like he can just wear a traditional leather collar without question." Taker told him.
"I see." Randy's eyes lowered.
"Hey, it doesn't change anything between you two." Taker told him.
"Doesn't it?" Randy lifted his head. "He already thinks I am neglecting him. Shit happened and he clung to you...now he wants even more." Randy tried to keep his temper in check. "He sees that as even more of a commitment. Might as well be a fucking wedding ring!" Randy got up. "I need some air."
John walked back in the room. He could feel the tension in the air and see Randy standing and looking agitated. "What's wrong?" He asked, looking between them.
"Nothing." Randy replied. "I'm just going to get a walk in." Randy told John, heading for the door.
"Um...okay. You need some alone time or want the company?" John asked, confused.
Randy looked back at John. There was a look of conflict in his eyes. "You know if you keep running…" Taker started to speak.
"Just shut up!" Randy snapped. Taker's head shot up, actually shocked. Randy looked back at John. "Just need space to think." He headed out the door. When he shut it, it was harder than expected almost rattling the hinges.
John looked stunned after Randy's outburst. He had no idea what he had done wrong. "What the hell did I do wrong now?" He whispered.
"You did nothing wrong. I think I shared too much information and he took it wrong." Taker told him. "You were thinking of what you asked me about last time...the collar weren't you?"
John looked at Taker, giving a slow nod. "Yes, Sir."
"I think he feels he is going to lose you again. This time to me." Taker told John simply. "He knows how serious an actual collar is to some people. He feels you are one of those people."
"It...it is serious." John said. "But that doesn't mean he'll lose me. Again? Hell, I never left. Randy left me last time because of Wade."
"Before that...when you reported him for the suspicion of drugs. As for the Wade thing...remember you told him it was best to stay apart because he was getting so conflicted between his heart and the mess Wade did to his mind." Taker pointed out.
John lowered his head. "Shit. I love him so damn much but there's always something. Like him being missing all last week. I didn't mean to upset him."
"I know you didn't. You knew he can be insecure...he has a temper and sadly his creature makes it worse." Taker told him.
"Think I should just leave him alone to cool off?" John wondered aloud.
"You know him about as well as I do." Taker told him. "Maybe better."
"Maybe I should. I'm afraid if I chase him now he'll say things out of anger." John replied. "Maybe I'll go workout and give him time to unwind."
"Okay, Johnny….should I have stayed quiet?" Taker asked.
"No...I should have told him." John sighed deeply. "I guess I figured he'd be fine with it since I'm your pet."
"I guess it is a bigger step to him...more...real." Taker told him.
John nodded. "I would never leave him...never. I love him...I...I love you both in different ways. You're my Master...I want to make you proud. He's my boyfriend and best friend. It's like comparing apples to oranges."
"It's one big fruit salad to him." Taker said dryly.
John had to chuckle, shaking his head. "You have a way with words, Sir." He moved close to the older man for a hug.
Taker returned the slight hug. "I try."
"Well, guess I'll go work off a little stress if that's okay." John told him.
"Yeah, go on you know the way." John made the walk to the gym room. He let out a sigh, looking around. It seemed he had so many unresolved issues with Randy. Why had his boyfriend been in the catacombs before he arrived? Why did he look like hell? John tried to focus on a workout and not get too upset. About an hour before they were set to leave Randy finally returned to the house. He did not really look at Taker and just headed for the room to pack. John was a little upset by that point. He had spent his day off sitting around waiting on Randy to return and the younger man had been gone all day. He hated leaving Taker with such tension in the air. John already had his own bags packed and was watching TV quietly.
Randy seemed gone longer than expected for someone packing. Taker looked up toward the steps at times He felt he was the source of the tension. John glanced at Taker. "Maybe I'll go see if he needs any help."
"Sure, John. Want me to warm the jeep up? You know in case we hit traffic?" Taker asked.
"Sure." John walked over to Taker and bent to kiss him. "Thanks for everything."
"Oh course." Taker replied after the kiss broke. He got up, heading outside. John walked to check on Randy and see what was going on.
Randy was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to the door. His head was lowered and his hands in front of him wrapped one in the other. John walked in, moving closer to Randy. "For a guy who claims nothing is wrong you were gone a long time." He observed quietly. "This was our day off together."
"I lost track of time." Randy stated. "I'm going back with you...we will have time." He paused and gulped. "Unless you changed your mind?"
"Why would I do that?" John stated more than asked. "I want time with you...you're the one who keeps running from me...first all week and now our day off. I sat around all day waiting on you."
Randy unclenched his hands, running one over his head. "I don't know." Randy mumbled.
John sighed. "Well, are you packed? We have to go. Taker's warming the jeep."
"Yeah...without my ring and media stuff I just have the one main suitcase." Randy stated, standing up.
John looked at Randy a long minute then shook his head. "I don't understand you, Ran. We're having breakfast, ready to enjoy our day off and you say you need a walk, claiming nothing is wrong. Then you don't come back for the entire day. I'm starting to think you just enjoy avoiding me even without Wade around."
"Why did you want Taker to be your Master and not me?!" Randy blurted out before he could stop himself.
John looked in shock at Randy. "You...want to be a Master? You never showed any interest in a relationship like that."
"Before I didn't show it. But when it came out how we both are...you never even asked. Now you want to get an actual collar. What's the difference between that and a wedding ring? It is a sign and mark of a hopefully life long commitment." Pain could be heard in Randy's normally stoic voice and reflected in his icy eyes. "Just forget it." Randy told John, moving to grab his bag. "Let's go."
John grabbed Randy's shoulder. "No wait...it came out how you were sometimes in the bedroom yes...key word: sometimes. You told me the urge to take charge only hits you on occasion...that's not being a stern Master. Taker had pets before...experience." He tried to explain. "Would you truly want me to treat you the way I do Taker? Call you Sir and Master...never talk back or resist...fall at your feet? Is that what you want?"
Randy lowered his eyes. He sighed. "I don't know...I...I just know how serious such a step is. Which life is more important...which one takes priority? The one of my boyfriend...or the one of Taker's pet?"
John gave a sigh. "Ran, I'll answer for you. You would fucking hate being my Master. You don't even like being the dominant one in bed all the time. Taker is my Dom in and out of the bedroom. You were fine with all this before." He swallowed hard. "You know what? Fuck the collar. It's not worth all this. Let's go." He moved past Randy to leave.
Randy saw the look on John's face when he said to forget the collar...no, fuck the collar. It meant more to John then John wanted Randy to know. He picked his bag up, following John out of the house and to the jeep. The guys loaded up and made the drive to the airport. It was quiet most of the way. Taker stopped in the loading lane. "Guess I'll see you boys in a few days...give or take."
"Yeah." Randy replied, getting out. "We will be in touch."
John looked at Taker. His eyes looked almost wet. "See you soon." He said before getting out himself.
Taker touched John's hand before he got out. "You need anything...call."
"Thanks." John told him. The two men boarded the plane for the flight to Indiana. John laid his head back in the seat, closing his eyes. Randy glance around the plane. He looked at John, glad to see he was resting. John just felt mentally exhausted. He was almost constantly plagued by nightmares and now felt heart sick and confused over the issue with Taker and Randy. He wanted to block out the world for awhile.
Randy opened the shades as he had the window seat and looked out over the clouds. His hand instinctively moved over John's as it rested on the armrest between them. John drifted into a light sleep. Around an hour into the flight he began to grow agitated. Tear tracks could be seen running down his cheeks. Randy felt John move. At first he thought he was just pulling his hand away. He then turned his head from the window and saw the tears on the cheek towards him. He leaned towards him. "Hey, Johnny." He whispered.
John jerked, his eyes opening quickly. There was fear in them as he looked around as if confused. He blinked. "You say something?"
"Flashback?" Randy asked quietly when he saw the fear in John's eyes. He thought at first John was upset about Taker. His eyes told Randy it was something else.
"Yeah." John finally replied softly.
"Well, your face is wet." Randy told him, knowing John still had a public image to worry about. John hurried to wipe his eyes and face before going quiet. His eyes looked haunted and empty. "Want to talk at all?" Randy whispered.
John's jaw was tense. "Just same old shit." His voice sounded empty. "Back in that hell hole. They bring you in...experiment and I have to watch."
Randy gave a shudder. "Damn...didn't know that change...thought it was just memories." John grew quiet as he got lost in thought. He had a hard time getting any rest anymore. Randy saw John didn't want to say more, or couldn't so he just focused out the window again. They touched down in Indiana after dark. The two men made the drive to the hotel where the other talent were staying and booked a suite. John was quiet as he moved around, putting his things away.
"Want me to order up dinner?" Randy asked John.
John glanced Randy's direction. "Yeah...sure. Three steaks for me."
"No sides?" Randy moved for the hotel phone.
"No." John answered. His head pounded with images from the nightmare he could not shake and his heart hurt still from the unresolved mess with Randy. Randy placed the order. Steaks for them both but he added a salad to his.
John finished unpacking then moved to sit on the couch. He turned on the TV, browsing channel. Randy looked over at him. He moved until his could take the remote from John's hand then straddle his lap facing him. He took his hands to cup John's face before he kissed him. John's lips trembled against Randy's. When it broke the older man was actually shaking. "What is it, Babe?" Randy asked, looking at him. He couldn't quite read John's reaction.
John looked down. "I don't want to say. I'm afraid you'll get pissed and run off again. I don't want to be alone tonight."
"I'm not going anywhere." Randy told him.
John gave a shaky breath. "Ever since...that mess with the group I've had these nightmares...of losing you...losing Taker. I guess that's why I took it so hard when you never showed up all week to see me. I...started craving the stability of a collar but it's only making things worse between us. If...if you really want to be my Master...I'll talk to Taker."
"I guess I just worry it makes him...more important in your life." Randy told John. "I know it's silly."
John gave Randy an intense look. "Is being my Master what you truly want? To collar me, dominate me, and protect me as I serve you as a pet?"
"Taker already is." Randy told him. "It would be unfair to him." He moved to peek John's lips. "I guess I can just be insecure...and a little possessive." Randy nuzzled John's cheek. "I guess it is one thing having you play with someone. But then having you 'belong' to someone is different."
"I'll give up the collar." John said with lowered eyes. "He never got me one anyway. How did you know I asked?"
"He told me he thought that is why you were distracted this morning." Randy admitted. "As for giving it up...it won't matter to you, Babe." Randy gave a faint sigh, lowering his eyes. "Even if not a physical one...you already are collared. It is just a piece of jewelry."
"Then what do you want from me?" John asked, almost crying. "I can tell you hate it but you say it's already done. You're both my creators...I'm drawn to you."
"I guess I worry I….um...I can be replaced." Randy replied before he went to slowly move off John's lap.
"Well, you can't. I had Taker without you all year and I was in hell. Everytime you passed me at work was like a stab in my chest." John told him.
"I know, Babe...I'm sorry. My mind is just spinning." Randy told him. He moved to sit next to him.
"You're not the only one." John mumbled. The food arrived and John moved to get it. Randy moved to sit at the table. John gave Randy his food and sat to eat. For once he seemed to not have an appetite, eating almost slowly.
"What can I do, Babe? I hate seeing you down." Randy said.
"I...I don't know...seems this morning triggered some kind of anxiety...sitting alone again on our day off...felt I was losing you." John mumbled.
"I'll try better, Babe. I'm sorry." Randy told him.
John nodded. "Thanks." He tried to focus on eating something.
"How about just us tonight?" Randy asked. He took a bite of his steak.
"Who else would it be?" John asked, confused.
"Well, I know you mentioned Sheamus before." Randy admitted.
"You said you can't stand being around him." John reminded Randy. "Don't really want to play anyway."
"Okay, Babe...no rush." Randy tried to give John a smile. "And I was willing to try." He got a smirk. "Maybe see if I could take him." He laughed faintly.
"I don't think he bottoms." John replied. "He topped Wade and me."
"Don't know if one doesn't asked." Randy chuckled again. There may have been a glint to his eyes.
"True." John agreed. He ate two of the three steaks. "You want my third?" He asked.
"You sure?" Randy knew how big John's appetite normally is.
John nodded. "Not too hungry." He slid the steak over to Randy.
"Okay, Babe...no point wasting." Randy took the steak, tearing into it. John waited patiently for Randy to finish eating. "So you don't feel like playing...what do you want to do tonight, Babe?" Randy asked after a bite.
"Don't know...what would you like to do?" John asked. His mind was a fog he couldn't seem to shake.
"Um...let's see...we can chill with a movie? Just relax and cuddle? I don't care." Randy told him.
John nodded. "Sounds good." The two men spent the evening watching TV. John fell asleep in Randy's arms before it was very late.
Randy soon fell asleep as well even if he tried to fight it. His head was leaning back on the couch as the men never made it to the bed. Randy started to grumble in his sleep, his head flinching slightly. John never heard Randy as he was all but passed out. He was beyond exhausted. Randy continued for about ten minutes before he woke with a startled look, his eyes wide scanning the room. He panicked at the weight on him but then calmed down, realizing it was John. John slept like a dead man. His face looked slightly pale and his brow creased with worry.
Randy looked, seeing John must be having his own nightmare again. He lightly brushed John face. "I'm here, Babe...we're safe." He whispered to him over and over even if his voice cracked faintly at times as he did so. John's eyes popped open and he jumped up. His eyes glowed as they scanned the room, his chest heaving. "We are in our hotel room, Babe." Randy called from behind him.
John spun around. Slowly, his eyes began to relax. They then filled with anguish. "Fuck it! Will I never sleep in peace again?" He cried out.
"It hasn't been long, Babe...sadly it's not like you can exactly talk to a therapist about this like most people do." Randy told him, extending his hand toward John. "How did you sleep peacefully at Taker's or did we tire you out too much to dream?"
"I was pushed so hard I passed out." John shook as he walked closer. "W-What are your nightmares about?"
Randy bit his lip, lowering his eyes. "I keep seeing myself in a ring. I can't tell where though. I hear this loud noise...then feel a burning sensation in my back. I hear screaming." Randy slowly relayed the few details, his eyes turning glassy at the hazy memories of them.
John looked horrified at Randy. "Then what?"
"I...I normally wake up around that time." Randy told him, lifting his eyes to look at John.
"What if it's a warning? What if someone is going to shoot you? Some crazy fan." John's eyes looked wide in horror.
"Now you see why I've been having trouble sleeping myself." Randy replied looking down again. "I can never pick up details."
"Fuck! We need to be watching." John exclaimed. "It could be warning us."
"I can't watch out every single match." Randy sighed, lowering his head and bracing his hands on the back of his head. "I have no details."
John nodded. "In my dream I'm in a cell...they drag you in and make me watch as they burn and cut your back...I wonder if it's my visions warning me you're in danger?"
"But you're not a prisoner anymore. Also they're gone." Randy told him.
"I know...not saying that. Just my mind keeps telling me you're in danger somehow." John sighed.
"I guess it is possible...you have visions about me before." Randy told him.
"Let's just go to bed." John was shaking as he walked to the sleeping area.
"Okay, Babe." Randy got up, hoping he could sleep as he followed John. The two men went to bed. John tossed and turned and finally fell into a fitful sleep. When morning came he dragged himself out of bed for work.
Randy looked as John dressed. "So I guess I just chill here till you get back tonight?"
"That or go workout and shop around town. Whatever you want, Daddy." John said as he dressed.
"Yeah...just no arena." Randy rolled his eyes.
"Yeah." John tried to be more positive. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I was a mess. This not sleeping is getting to me."
"Imagine if you still needed sleep like a normal person?" Randy commented.
"Yeah." John agreed as he finished dressing. "Well, see you tonight, Daddy."
"Do I get a kiss?" Randy asked, trying to pout.
John moved over to Randy and gave him a kiss. He gave the first smile he had shown in days. "Better, Daddy?"
"Much...now get going before I grab you and make you late for your first interview." Randy laughed. John chuckled and left for the day. He did feel a little better as he went to his first appointment. The day passed quickly for him and when evening fell he drove to the arena for the show. Randy spent part of the day in the room then decided to take in the sights some. He stopped as he passed a jewelry shop. He looked over a few things but shook his head. He silently berated himself, wondering what he was doing. He then headed back for the hotel.
John came into the suite after the show. He was still in his ring gear. "Anyone home?" He called as he took off his hat, tossing it aside.
"Bathroom." Randy called out. "You're back sooner than I expected."
"It's pretty damn late." John commented. "I even had to stay after to greet some fans." He bent to take off his shoes.
"Oh...guess I lost track of time in here." Randy called back out.
John moved toward the bathroom. "I'm still in my gear. Never got the chance to change." He was wearing his Cenation shirt and jean shorts.
"You can always strip and join me." Randy told him.
John moved to strip out of his sweaty clothes and walked into the bathroom, seeing Randy was in the large bathtub. "How was your day?" He asked as he climbed in.
"Good...surprised I'm not a prune yet." Randy replied as he moved so John could sit in front of him
John moved to sit in the water. He gave a relaxing sigh. "That feels good on my muscles...Shea tossed me all over the damn ring...I think he may have a little built up...tension."
"Or he knows you can handle it...and like it." Randy laughed before he went to rub John's shoulders.
"He was grinding a little more than necessary in those holds." John chuckled as he enjoyed the touch.
"Maybe that was his not so subtle hint? As I said you can...see if he wants to come over one night." Randy told John, still massaging him.
"Maybe tomorrow." John gave a growl at the feeling. "That's nice."
"Okay, Babe." Randy moved his hands from John's shoulders to over his chest.
"I'm still all sweaty you know." John warned. "I never showered."
"Well, we are in a tub." Randy laughed before he pinched John's nipples. John's head went back with a groan. His nipple grew hard between Randy's fingers. "Hmmm back to normal...does that mean you wouldn't get anything from my blood now?" Randy asked as he kissed John's shoulder.
"I don't know...not sure." John panted.
"Want to see, Babe...See if you still get that heated rush?" Randy whispered.
"We can try...can't hurt." John answered with a shaky breath.
Randy moved his one arm. "Go ahead, Babe...you know the area." He pinched the nipple he still held.
John's talons extended to make a cut in the offered area. When the blood bubbled to the surface he wrapped his lips around Randy's arm to drink. The coppery taste filled his mouth and he swallowed. A heated growl came from the older man as his body wanted to tingle with energy. "Mmmm damn, Babe...don't know about you but it still feels good on this end of it." Randy faintly moaned, feeling his body heating. John gave heated growls as he continued to gently suck on the flesh to draw out more blood. "That's it, Babe...Good." Randy moaned the words.
When John finally stopped and released Randy's arm he was panting and fully aroused. "Fuck, that was intense." He said in a primal tone.
"Yes it was." Randy used his other hand to give a little pressure on the small cut to seal it. "I'm so hot."
"Feel me...see how your blood made me feel." John groaned.
Randy dipped his hands under the water to give John's cock a squeeze. "I'm sure you feel mine against you."
"Will you...fuck me tonight?" John asked in a husky tone. "Fuck, my ass is aching for your cock."
"Choices...get on your knees now or shift back and ride me." Randy told John. He was so heated he didn't even want to waste time getting out of the water.
John hurried to get on his knees. He wanted a good pounding. "Being my bitch I see." Randy shifted behind John. He used one hand to part John's cheeks and the other to guide his cock. He hissed in pained pleasure from lack of lubrication as he began to enter. He knew John got off on it as much as he did if not more so.
"Y-You'll have a sore cock." John warned with a moan.
"Won't be my first with you." Randy grunted. He reached to grab John's shoulder with one hand before snapping forward, biting his lip to stop a scream.
John let out a loud cry at the sudden pained entry. He liked it but that did not make it any less intense. "Shhhh don't want the desk called on us." Randy told John as he stilled inside.
"Can't fucking help I'm a loud bitch." John moaned. "Cover my mouth if you think it's too much." Randy pulled John up against him and covered his mouth before he went to move his hips to thrust into John hard and fast, moaning against his back. John gave a loud, muffled cry as he felt every inch of Randy pound into him. His head swam with the need to release.
"That's it, my hot, horny bitch crying to be taken." Randy moaned behind him. John shuddered, growling behind Randy's hand. His maker's blood was so powerful it heated his blood like no other. "That's it. You feel so good." Randy grunted behind him then kissed his neck. John gave urgent, almost erratic movements as he felt the lust in him building. His muscles tightened around Randy's cock, squeezing it. "So hot, you want to touch yourself don't you?" Randy asked thickly as he took the hand not covering John's mouth and racked it faintly over his chest.
John moaned. His hand moved to grab his aching cock, giving it a harsh tug which of course made him moan louder. Randy playfully nipped at John's neck. "I asked if you wanted to...I didn't tell you to...did I?" John decided to obey Randy as he would Taker and dropped his hand from his dripping cock with a whimper of need. In the past he would have done as he pleased but he decided to give the control to Randy tonight. "Oh, don't be like that. We both know even if you don't touch it you can get off...and it's even stronger isn't it?" Randy asked, scraping his nails along John's abs.
John groaned. His eyes glowed faintly from the lust and blood. "That's a good hot bitch...want to feel me cum and fill you? Hmmm Maybe then I'll let you jerk off for me?" Randy moaned thickly by John's ear. John nodded and hummed his agreement. He liked being made to wait. It only made the need in him sweeter. "Good little bitch." Randy moaned as he continued. He nuzzled John's neck and moaned as he grew closer and closer to finishing. John fed off the degrading words. They only made him needier. It seemed Taker had awakened the submissive side of him that wanted to put his dominant's pleasure before his own. He gave small moans as he felt Randy getting close.
"Mmmm yeah….Mmmmm damn." Randy moaned, his thrusts getting slightly erratic before he came with a stretched out groan. He slowly moved his hand from John's mouth. "That's good...now gonna have you sitting between my legs again and I'll get you off."
John shifted to sit between Randy's legs when they both moved. "Did I do good, Daddy?" He asked with a pant.
"Very good, Babe." Randy told John, resting his head on John's shoulder and wrapping his hands around him. One to hold him close the other down to John's cock under the water to begin stroking him.
"Fuck, won't take much." I'm so close." John moaned.
"It's fine, Babe...you had a long night I'm sure." Randy told him.
"P-Please...order me to cum." John moaned. His eyes almost rolled at the feeling.
"That's it, Babe...cum for Daddy...let me see you cum so hard that it bubbles to the surface." Randy whispered thickly.
"Fuck. right there." John cried out. He pumped his hips before his body shot his load, indeed moving in the water of the tub.
"That's a good boy." Randy let go of John's cock once it seemed drained and kissed his cheek sitting back in the water.
John gave a last shudder before laying back against Randy in the water. He had never heard Randy call him boy before. "Did you like that, Daddy? Me not resisting...giving you the control like Taker?"
"At least sometimes...yes, the other game is fun too...but sometimes I like us together without fighting for it. Makes me feel wanted." Randy told John.
"You're always wanted." John said quickly. "If you ever just want me to submit to you call me Boy and I'll take the hint."
"Okay, Babe." Randy replied. "Want dinner before bed?"
"No...tired out I think. I've been so stressed." John admitted with a yawn.
"Okay then...let's get you out and dried." Randy told him.
John moved to stand up with a groan. "You went in dry...your cock will hurt like a bitch. It's odd your blood still heats us both."
"I guess there has been one of two changes to your body." Randy commented. "I know Taker told us our blood is not as rich as an animal or a normal person."
"Drinking your blood is like a power rush that goes straight to my cock." John observed as he grabbed a towel.
"Yeah I would say that's a change." Randy laughed as he moved to get out of the water.
"From the sounds of you it still heats your blood too." John noticed.
"Well, we never had you try before you were changed." Randy pointed out. "We just worried about the practical aspect of it being a waste of energy...maybe I just like you sucking on me." Randy smirked.
John winked at Randy. "Well, we know one thing you like sucked on."
"Well, I rarely turn that down either." Randy chuckled. He wrapped the towel around him, heading out of the bathroom.
John laughed. "True. I'm just that damn good." He followed Randy out of the bathroom to the bedroom.
"Wow someone is full of themselves about their skills." Randy commented as he finished drying off.
"I put a lot of time and effort in learning those skills." John defended himself as he dried off and slid on a pair of gym shorts.
"When did you start dressing to sleep again?" Randy asked him. "Or is a road thing?"
"Road thing I guess." John replied. He suddenly thought of Taker and hated the way they parted ways. He grabbed his phone and sat at the edge of the bed, typing a message. #Hi, Master. Hope you're well. Sorry things were so tense when we left.# He sent the message and moved to get comfortable. Randy thought John had the right idea. What if there was an emergency or something? He moved to his suitcase to look for something to throw on.
John's phone went off a few moments later. #I am fine. Did things get worked out with Randy?# Taker replied.
John smiled and typed a response. # I think so. We talked. He was just feeling a little afraid of losing me.#
#I can understand his point. Remind him if it happens again that my last pet also had a partner.# Taker replied. Randy looked over when he heard the phone and saw John typing. He just shook his head after throwing on shorts himself and moved for the bed.
# I will, Master. We had some fun in the tub. We found out sucking Randy's blood still gets us both hot.# John looked at Randy. "Be there in a minute, Daddy."
#Hot or you still get energy from it?# Taker replied as he was still curious over any permanent changes to his pet.
#Like a power rush...like before so I guess energy.# John replied.
#May need to try me again. You know, for research.# Taker replied with a faint laugh.
John gave a snort of laughter. #We may have to try a few times...to be thorough.#
#Of course make sure there are no flukes.# Taker told him.
John laughed. # Of course. Well, off to bed. Take care, Master. Love you.#
There seemed to be a delay in a reply. Was he not even going to reply? Before John could get up and go to bed the phone finally went off again. #Love you too my pet. Hope you can sleep with all that energy in you.#
John got a huge dimpled smile on his face. #Daddy wore me out. You make me so happy. Goodnight.# John sat the phone down and turned off the light. He moved close to Randy.
Randy scooted closer in the dark. "Everything good?" He asked John.
"Yeah...perfect." John said happily.
"Good." Randy yawned. "Damn it feels good when you drink, Babe...but makes me tired after it."
"Get some rest. Love you, Daddy." John told the younger man.
"Love you….you too, Babe." Randy faintly mumbled, already drifting off. John allowed himself to fall asleep after Randy.