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Sheamus reached catering and didn't see any sign of John around. He tried to discretely begin to ask people if anyone had seen him. OK granted after tonight there should be little question about them...but at least for now there was still some who may not know. "Oh what, did someone lose their bitch?" Curtis told him when he had asked Heyman. Sheamus know the smarmy vet of the business seemed to have a knack for knowing what was going on at almost any time.
"I suggest ye watch yer tongue, Fella."
"Or what? You gonna try to have your way with me?"
"Ye aren't worth the energy of even a second look."
Curtis scoffed at him. "Not worth a second look...I'm better then any man here...including your bitch Cena."
Sheamus took a deep breath trying to remember his own advice. "Johnny Boy is far from a bitch..."
"So that means YOU'RE the bitch then." He got a smug look on his face until Sheamus tried to get right in it.
"Whoa, Whoa...Sheamus buddy..." Heyman started and even placed a hand on Sheamus' chest to try to get the red-hot Irishman to calm down. Sheamus' head snapped around to look at him. Heyman quickly pulled his hand away in defense. "Just calm down, Sheamus. Come on he is just a kid. It isn't worth getting in a fight over a few words is it?"
"Fine...but have ye seen John or not?"
"No...sorry, man...honestly."
"Fine...I just suggest ye keep yer own nippy bitch on a short leash around here or he may get neutered." He smirked, seeing Curtis' face turning as red as his own hair. He turned, heading off to continue his search.
John's blue eyes were clouded with arousal as he watched Randy work. "Gonna push those fingers in my ass, Daddy? Fuck me so good with them?"
Randy slipped the fingers from his lips. "Oh yeah, Baby. I'm going to fuck you nice and hard with them." He was already reaching around John with both hands. One hand helped to spread his cheeks while the other with the slicked fingers brushed over his hole. "Fuck you nice..." Began to push them in. "Hard." Even more. "And deep. I'm gonna find that magic spot of yours that will have you begging to come down your Daddy's throat." With those words, Randy leaned in to swipe his tongue over the head of John's cock before wrapping his lips to suck as he worked his way down. He hummed at the taste he learned to love, to crave. As he worked down John's cock he slowly pumped his fingers in John's ass before seeking the spot that would really set John off and just hoped he could really stay quiet.
John pressed his lips together tightly, small quiet moans sounding in his throat from all the stimulation. He wanted to scream out his enjoyment but knew this was not the time or the place for that. His hips began to thrust his cock forward as John began to lose control of his lust. Randy hummed more in delight, watching his Baby enjoy, yet also at the same time how he fought to keep control of his actions to prevent being caught. He sucked and slurped as his Baby fed him even more. Randy stopped pumping his finger and twisted them to locate and then brush over John's sweet spot. He could hear the faint roar of Kane's pyros and music. "Oh god, Ran!" The words were spoken as a harsh whisper as John hit his climax, filling Randy's mouth with his release. "Felt so good, Baby." Randy greedily drank down every drop John had to give him. Once he removed his fingers, he still gave John's slowly softening cock a few long deep sucks to milk every drop. Once he released John's cock he slowly stood back up. "Since my one hand I know smells...of an intimate part of you...I think it's best you redress yourself, Baby." He licked his lips with a smirk.
Sheamus heard the sounds of the second match starting. Worry began to grow when he had checked almost everywhere he could think of, including the gorilla spot even though it was way too early then. He decided to head back for the gorilla when he exhausted his search knowing John should hopefully be there soon to handle his face to face with Mark.
John redressed himself, smiling. "Well, Baby, guess I'd better go get ready. My part's coming up soon." With all of his exciting encounter with Randy John had forgotten he told Sheamus he would return to the locker room.
"Ok, Baby...I'll see you two after the show. I have closer...so yeah no early check out for us tonight." John blew Randy a kiss before unlocking the door and running out. He hurried to retrieve his title belt before heading for the gorilla spot.
Sheamus was out of options and finally just hopped up on one of the storage boxes...John had to show up eventually...that or there would be panic. He tried distracting himself by watching the tag match on the monitors. His nerves started to grow again when he saw Mark approaching out of the corner of his eye. "Hey where's your other half...I thought he would have been here working himself up already to get booed." The larger man joked.
"Ye and me both, Fella...seems Johnny boy is MIA and I'm trying not to worry."
"What you worried for, Man? You know John can handle himself."
"Mark, why luckily ye seem cool about John and I...sadly there be quite a few that are not...and not all of them sit out there." He pointed toward the curtain.
"Whoa you two getting heat from some of the guys back here?"
"Aye."
"That's just jacked up, Man. It's no one's business what you two do."
"Aye it sucks...ye think for so long there is like an unspoken understanding...but then one pebble destroys that calm illusion."
John entered his locker room to find Sheamus gone. It finally hit him that he had promised his Master he would come right back. "Damn you, Randy!" He went through his bag and took out a small bottle of mouth wash, running to the sink to gargle it. As soon as he was finished, John grabbed his title out of its case and ran to the gorilla position. As he reached it, John saw Mark and Sheamus talking. "Hey, Guys! Sorry I'm running late. I got held up."
Hearing John voice, Sheamus didn't even think and just reacted as he hopped off the crate he was on and rushed to John, pulling him onto a big hug. While he hugged John he whispered in his ear.
"Ye had me worried, Angel..." He pulled back to cup John's face to kiss him. "Good luck out there...yer the first to face thee wolves..." He tried to joke. "I know ye though...ye will be just fine." He gave a warm smile as he patted John's cheek.
Guilt filled John as he realized how much he had made Sheamus worry. He would explain and apologize later. "Thanks, Sweets. Yeah I'm used to the boos. What's a few more?" John joked.
Sheamus nodded. "Well I best head back and get focused...we know Daniel is a hell of a scrapper." He turned, heading back for the locker rooms. As he walked away The Shield's music played signaling the end of the match. John and Mark were up next after the small break.
The time for the promo to start came and Mark headed out to make his appearance. He gave a typical speech about how he was hungry for the WWE title. When John came out, he immediately realized that his crowd reaction was even stronger than ever. The ones that cheered him were on their feet showing their support and the ones that were booing were almost deafening. The crowd was so loud that John and Mark cut the promo short, barely able to be heard in the noise. After they made their exit, John wiped his face and looked at Henry. "Damn, that was intense. Oh well, I guess ratings will be up for awhile at least."
"Yeah, Man, that was pretty crazy...they already informed me of the change Sunday...while I'm glad to finally get that thing it just sucks the way it is happening. Well guess I'll catch you near the end of the show when I get to save your sorry ass." He gave a deep chuckle before walking off.
John smiled at the retreating Mark. Maybe the guy wasn't so bad after all. Deciding to look for Sheamus, John headed back to their shared locker room. He pushed the door open when he reached it, seeing his Irish lover sitting on a couch. "Hey, Baby."
He looked up from the couch, trying to give a relaxed smile. "Hey, Angel...sounds like ye two almost blew the roof off just from a promo."
"Yeah, it was insane...Just to feel the energy out there from the crowd." John sat down beside his boyfriend. "Talk about an adrenaline rush."
Sheamus took a deep breath as he took John's hand. "Why do I feel the wild ride will be even wilder later tonight. First my match...then the reaction when I get jumped."
John gave the hand a squeeze. "Then when I come out to help you...Yeah, it's going to be crazy. I can't wait to hear the spin the commentators will put on all this."
"Well you know we can get a copy from production if we want it." Sheamus just closed his eyes resting his head back on the couch. "So...what delayed ye?" John gulped, hoping Sheamus had forgotten in all the madness. He looked down, feeling guilty.
"I'm sorry. I was walking down the hall to come back to the locker room and Randy motioned me in an empty conference room. He said I owed him the blow job I denied him on the bus. Things got...heated. I'm so sorry."
"Ok, Angel." Sheamus said almost somber like. "Ye just had me scared, we know we are getting some heat for this even from some co-workers." He started to try to pull John onto his lap. "I know I can't baby ye...doesn't mean I don't worry when ye were gone for a long time like that."
John sat on Sheamus' lap feeling terrible. "I know that, Babe. It was horribly inconsiderate of me. I should have at least texted you." John buried his head against Sheamus' neck. "I'm sorry, Master." He whispered.
"You know I should punish you for your oversight. What if you had been hurt. I would have had no clue, Angel..." He hummed as if debating something.
"I know that, Sir. I know what I did was wrong." John looked at Sheamus with submissive eyes.
"Ye know yer soft eyes won't always save ye...ye are forgiven this time...just don't do it again." Sheamus took a hold of John's jaw before leaning in to kiss him, hard and deep, He moaned softly against John's lips. "Damn ye drive me crazy at times, love...I wish I could take ye..thrown ye down and ravage the hell out of ye..but I need ye in shape to save me arse later so I can ravage yours." He gave a laugh.
John made a sigh of relief at being forgiven. "It won't happen again, Master. I give you my word."
"Good...ye better remember that." He started placing kisses along John's jaw. "Ye best get up before I loose meself." The impish smile was on his lips as he tried not to shift under John's lap.
"Yes, Sir." John climbed from Sheamus' lap with a smile. "Sweets...What are we going to do on the bus tonight? Is Randy sleeping alone or sharing our bed and hoping James doesn't notice?"
Sheamus looked down debating. "I have not thought of it...I know ye would like him to share with us..." He hung his head, resting it in his hands. John noticed Sheamus had hung his head and walked over close to him.
"What's the matter, Baby? Tell me."
"I feel bad saying it...thinking it..." Sheamus got up, walking over to his bag to pull out his gel to get his hair done for the match. Who knew such wild hair took work to accomplish.
"I wish you would tell me." John said with a sigh. "I can't read your mind, Sweets. You know I won't judge you."
"I care about him...yes...he is attractive...but..." Sheamus turned to look at John. "Angel...pet...ye wanted me to open up...embrace more of me Dom mentality...ye wanted me to be more of a Master to ye...I have finally, but it is like that needs to be curbed around him. It is all fine for him to want to tear into ye and call ye every belittling name in the book, but when I treat ye that way...because ye call me Master he fears I will use ye, control ye, abuse ye...what is the difference?"
Sheamus heaved a sigh lowering his head. "And even my own feeling of being taken...I...I honestly don't know if I could trust him to fulfill that for me anymore." He turned back toward the mirror to finish getting ready. The next words were whispered to himself then John with a sad look to his eyes. "Who knows if those wounds will ever be healed."
