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Randy's eyes slowly opened the next morning. He could feel the warmth of John's body still next to his. He was no sure if he wanted to move or not in fear of disturbing the other man. John snored softly as he rested, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. Randy dared himself, testing his luck by leaning up to lightly kiss John's cheek before trying to move from the bed. While washed down he was still filled from John, luckily not causing a mess to his bed. He slid off making his way to the bathroom.
John stirred and yawned, hearing Randy get up. He was a light sleeper so the bed movement woke him. "Going to the bathroom, Baby?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
Randy froze hearing John. "Ye-yes Sir...just freshening a little...be-before I try to figure out br-breakfast for the day. Is that ok?"
"Of course it's okay. You go ahead, Baby." John stretched and yawned again. "There's no rush."
"Thank you Sir...di-didn't mean to wake you." He headed into the bathroom shutting the door.
John stood up and stripped the bed to remake it. After Randy's nightmares and their fun the sheets were pretty unkempt. He grinned as he remembered their special time together. For once Hunter had not been taunting him. The sensual touch of Hunter's ghost that had seemed so believable last night almost felt unreal now in the daylight. Had he imagined it all? Randy came back out after a few moments seeing John buzzing about. "You didn't need to do that Sir."
"It's fine, Ran." John smiled as he finished straightening the bed. "I want to be considerate. You were kind enough to let me stay in your home."
"It's har-hardly an inconvenience Sir."
"Thank you." John walked over to his carry bag and began looking for clothing for the day. "I guess since you've been gone so long we'll need to go grocery shopping?"
"Yes Sir." Randy moved to his closet, sliding the door he begins looking over his outfits. A sighs escaped his lips before he could stop it.
"You okay?" John asked as he pulled out a pair of jean shorts, boxers, and a grey tank top. He had heard Randy's sigh. "If it's about groceries don't worry. We'll get it all sorted."
"Sorry Sir, just thinking of how...um most of my clothing won't fit me right. I have no idea the state of any of my finances." He pulled out jeans & a light blue dress shirt. He also pulled out a leather belt.
"Ran, we'll get your money situated. Until then let me know anything you need. I'm not hurting for money." John bent to pull on his boxers. "Some of your clothes may fit. You wore your jeans so damn tight. It showed off your package and made my mouth dry." He laughed.
"OK Sir...I guess I just fear if it is all gone...but my parents didn't say anything last night." He paused as he slipped into the jeans. He then realized John may not understand the statement. "They have access to a secondary account they use to pay bills for me while I was gone."
"Well that's good. You must have money if they never mentioned not being able to pay the bills." John said, pulling his shirt on. "You have a workout room here, Baby? I haven't had a good one in forever it seems. I'm probably going soft."
"Well we know you're a big softie John..." Randy ducked his head. "Sorry Sir. I think there is a workout room downstairs. As for your body getting soft, doubt that will happen too soon."
"Don't ever apologize for being you, Ran. I love your sarcasm." John pulled on his shorts and zipped them before looking for a belt in his bag. "I may do a good workout after breakfast and our store run."
"OK Sir...I don't think I really have anything right now, except for left overs from last night." Randy put the shirt on tucking it in the jeans before zipping them up. He then took the belt to take up any slack he felt there was in the waistband.
John found a belt and fastened it. "Want to go out for breakfast, Baby? My treat."
Randy debated the options. Stay in & eat BBQ or go out & need to deal with the public. More so a public where quite a few people may know him.
John noticed Randy seemed to be stalling. "It's okay, Ran. We don't have to." He assured his boyfriend. "BBQ is fine."
Randy nodded. "Sorry Sir...I know we will need to deal with people when we go shopping. I-I Just don't know if I c-can handle the scrutiny of a restaurant."
"It's fine." John grabbed socks and sat on the bed to pull them on. "I'm ready to go eat when you are."
"You're too kind Sir. I'm ready to head downstairs." Randy headed for the door.
John heard the hated mocking laugh ringing in his ears followed by the distinct voice of Hunter. "You know he's right. If you want to take him out then take him out. Although I don't know why you'd want to. Why should you have to suffer just because he is a chicken?" John's face paled and all his good mood vanished. "Leave me alone!" He growled in frustration. "You don't control me!"
Randy's hand froze on the handle. He turned his head to look back at John. "John?"
"Awe but why should I...it's so cozy here." Hunter laughed again. "Just look at him so broken & scared. You really think you can put all the pieces back together again?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" John's blue eyes were almost frantic as he reached up to hold his head. Could he never get even peace for a day? "You're dead! Dead! He is not yours anymore!"
Randy jumped when John screamed, part of him wanted to push against the door. What did he do? "John?"
"I will always be part of him, when will you get that?" That damn laugh again. "It doesn't matter how much you try to...cleanse him, he will always be mine."
"But why?" John's voice sounded like a cross between a whimper and a cry. "What does it profit you? You've passed. Give him some peace!"
"Like the peace you gave my wife?" John began to shake as he felt a hand guide him against the bedroom wall. "All men are just animals aren't they? For all your love for Randy your body lusts for him too." John groaned as he felt a hand stroking him much like last night. The material of his boxers could be seen moving on their own as if a hand were inside them. "In the end you are no better than me. I'll make you jump at shadows always looking. Feels good doesn't it, John?" John let out a groan even as his body trembled in fear.
Randy was almost in shock at what he was seeing & hearing. He forced himself to step away from where he froze in place. "Leave him alone!" He tried to yell out despite being scared. "It wasn't his fault! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"How cute." Hunter cooed into the panting John's ear. "He's trying to defy me again. For you? What is it about you?"
"I'm twice the master you'll ever be." John hissed at Hunter.
"You're NOTHING! I'm going to make you cum in front of him." John groaned as the hand jerked his hardening cock harder. "Stop!"
"You're nothing but a bully...a MONSTER!" Randy screamed out. "Let John go!" He moved over to where John was touching his face. "Sir look at me..." Randy's heart was pounding.
John slowly looked at Randy, his eyes filled with torment. "Baby, I'm sorry. I don't want him! Can't s-stop!" John cried out, his cock tenting in his shorts. "Forgive me."
"I know Sir. Ignore him...nothing but a specter..." Randy gulped huffing a breath out still touching John's face. "Just focus on me Sir." Randy moved closer till he could lean in to kiss John flush on the lips.
John was taken by surprise by Randy's kiss. His body relaxed a little as his mind tried to focus on the actions of his boyfriend and not his deceased boss. Randy hoped one of two things would happen. Either Hunter would 'lose' his hold on John or would grow frustrated over not scaring or embarrassing John anymore & quit. He slid his hand to the back of John's head to deepen the kiss. His lips massaging against John's. John responded by parting his lips and moaning a little into the kiss. His head swam with feelings as he drank in the way Randy was kissing him. To his great relief the touch he had felt on his cock seemed to disappear at Randy's actions.
Randy didn't know why, but on instinct to feeling John's lips part was to have his part as well, his tongue darting slightly to brush over their lips. He gave a faint moan as his body wanted to tingle. John almost timidly allowed his tongue to slip inside of Randy's mouth, mating with the Viper's tongue. Small moans rumbled from deep in his chest. Randy's hand grips John's head tighter getting swept away in the feeling. Reacting because he wished to, not being told to.
When they had to break for air John looked up at Randy in wonder. Love, lust, relief and fear all played in his expression. "He's gone, Baby." A stray tear may have pooled in the corner of his eye. "I don't know when he'll be back. But he left when you kissed me. I felt it."
Randy nodded. "We...we need to sh-show we can't be intimidated by him." Randy slowly stepped back. "Th-that was the only th-thing I could think to do. Thought ev-even if he um...succeeded you wouldn't feel bad about it."
John could not explain why he felt empty when Randy moved away. "I'll try to ignore him, Ran. Just hard." He licked his lips. "Okay bad pun. Anyway, thank you."
Randy nodded. "OK Sir, I can imagine." Randy offered a faint smile as he headed for the door again.
John followed after Randy on shaky legs. He hoped he would be free from Hunter for a while. "I don't know about you but I'm starving."
"Yeah, me too Sir. Some BBQ, then we can get some shopping done." Randy told him heading downstairs & for the kitchen.
"I love you, Baby. More than you know. More than I thought I could love someone." John said sincerely as they gathered leftovers. "I hope I show you that."
"You do Sir. I kn-know I don't express it well...if at all."
John knew Randy had been damaged by years of abuse. It made him sad his lover could not say the words to him but maybe in time. "It's okay, Ran. I know after what you've been through it's hard to open up to me." John pulled a tray from the fridge. "You'll see in time how much I care about my baby."
"I know & I hope to remain worthy of it." Randy gave a weak smile as he touched the choker with his one hand.
John returned the smile as he pulled out some coleslaw and baked beans. "How do we want to heat the BBQ, Baby?"
Randy had to think for a moment licking his lips as he did in deep thought. "Um...in the oven with a pan of water so it doesn't dry out?"
"Sounds good." John said and went to preheat the oven. He leaned on the counter studying Randy while he waited. "Your clothes still look good on you but if you would like some smaller jeans let me know."
"Thanks John...I-I'll let you know, but if these ho-honestly don't look bad...I am sure I can work with it."
"No they aren't bad just not as tight as you normally wear them." John answered. "But I'm sure once you eat more regularly again and get some workouts under your belt you'll buff up again."
Randy nodded. "Then I am sure these will work Sir."
The oven beeped and John moved to get the BBQ put in. "Ran, what are we going to do about Hunter?" He asked at last. "It's not a house haunting...he followed me here and it seems he has no plans to stop. When he was...touching me last night he said he would get me hard every night and mess with my mind until I snapped and used you. I can't have that, Baby. I don't know how much he can control me." He lowered his head. "He wants me to take over where he left off. Be that kind of Master so you're never free. Are you safe around me?"
