A/N: Moving into a new house is a hassle and is seriously cutting into my writing time and my personal time for when I talk to my girlfriend. Anyway, thanks for the love and I hope to keep this story updating frequently.

Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: Ding ding ding! ;) your guess was right. And yes they will be close! Two for two. :D As for the people you listed I already had 4/5 in the future for John.

Lamentomori: Glad you enjoyed it! I hope to add a bit more development in each chapter.

Xenarocks99: Awesome! Hope to keep you interested.

"Enjoy the appointment." He told his boss before leaving his office without so much as a second glance.

John frowned at that, though he had no reason to he'd been cross to the younger man. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before pressing a button on his office phone.

"Need anything, sir?"

"Hey Trish.. just checking: did he leave any extra messages?"

There was silence on the line as his secretary typed away ".. sir?"

"Hm?"

"He left: 'be prepared for luxury' and 'tell him he's choosing the pace tonight, doll' but other than that, nothing."

John cursed inwardly since he was not really in the mental state to be choosing things tonight. Still, he hummed softly "Thanks, Trish.. hang around for a few fixing up the new guy's page and uploading his picture then you're free to go."

He got ready to release the button to end the call but Trish's overly-peppy voice rang out again "Will do, boss! Oh and, uh.. the limo is here."

John bit his lip to hold back a groan before nodding as if Trish could see him "Thanks. See ya tomorrow."

This time, he hung up before waiting for an answer. John grabbed his blazer, sliding it on and leaving his office. If only he could leave his damn thoughts behind too.

John saw the usual driver waiting there and smiled, immediately putting on his game face, "Hey Ricardo, nice to see you're back from vacation." He spoke in a friendly tone, smiling at the man as he slid inside the luxury car and waited for the man to start driving.

It wasn't until Ricardo was behind the wheel that he answered "Hola, sir. Nice to be back."

John smiled, nodding at him and continuing small talk with the man until they stopped in front of one of New York's finest hotels. He gave a whistle of appreciation as he stepped out, saying goodbye to Ricardo, and heading to his client's room.

John raised his fist to knock on the man's door but just before his knuckles made contact, the door swung open.

"Hey John, took ya long enough.. did Ricardo get lost?"

Had it been any other client John would have apologized for the late arrival but since it was his usual… the man who'd been his loyal client since his first week as an escort, John knew he was joking. "He did.. you should consider getting someone more.. competent for the difficult task of driving me a few blocks" he said in a teasing voice.

"I'll be sure to roughen that asshole up for makin' me wait to see that sweet ass of yours." Randy grinned before quickly adding "I mean.. all of you." He snickered softly.

John huffed and rolled his eyes before walking past the man, he jumped as Randy smacked his ass before grumbling to himself and dropping onto the bed.

"So I take it you're in a 'down to business' mood today?"

"No.. I'm in a 'what the fuck is this business' mood." He said before he could help himself, immediately looking over at Randy apologetically. "Shit.. sorry, Ran. I … just feel so comfortable here I forget that my troubles shouldn't be brought in."

The last part of the statement was left unsaid but Randy still got the message loud and clear. He sat next to John "Why the fuck shouldn't they?"

John looked at Randy, shrugging "'cause they don't matter right now." he answered honestly before feeling Randy grab his chin and lift his face up. John bit his lip and adverted his gaze.

"John... look at me."

He shivered at the order, meeting the man's gaze "What? They don't matter."

"Bullshit. Now tell me what's wrong." Randy held the man's gaze, tilting his head up a bit more before placing a chaste kiss on the older man's lips "..you're choosing tonight, remember?" he told him just in case John needed extra reason to spill.

"Just shit with the new guy.." he shrugged as if Phil hadn't been plaguing his thoughts since he met him. "..just get this weird vibe from him." He muttered as he gently pulled his face from Randy's grip, looking back down and trying to force himself into a better mood.

"What kinda vibe?"

The distrust and caution was clear in that one sentence. John knew the man was in predatory mode, as if checking for possible threats so he could quell their rising before it happened. He hesitated before shaking his head and shyly rubbing up Randy's covered chest "Just like he's maybe not cut out for the job.. but I just can't find out why." He lied as he started loosening the man's tie.

Randy deflated right away, nodding at the older man and shrugging carelessly as he pulled John close "Well the business ain't cut out for everyone."

"Tell me about it, you remember that Mike guy a few years back? Kid's been trying to come back in with different names." He chuckled, glad Randy took the bait and the conversation about his possible feelings for an employee was postponed.

"Fucking weirdo." He laughed, shaking his head as he felt John start to slowly trail his fingers down his exposed chest.

The man unbuttoned his shirt all the way but left his tie only loosened, his fingers starting to edge over Randy's toned abs. He hummed appreciatively, nodding at Randy "Yeah.. he is." He agreed before biting his lip and resting his head on the taller man's chest.

Randy smiled and rubbed over John's back "What are ya thinkin' John?"

He bit his lip harder, shrugging almost innocently at the man. "...I'm thinking that you wanted to go out since you asked me to dress fancy.. and that's just a shame.. 'cause I don't want to go anywhere."

Randy chuckled and shrugged "I told you that just in case.. and you know people will stare if anyone even looks like they could be middle class."

John scoffed at the last part, nodding as he looked up at Randy "True."

"If you don't wanna go anywhere.. what are you thinking?" Randy prodded, pulling back from John's arms.

John pouted at the man's action, leaving his fingers just hovering over Randy's tie "I'm thinking laying here and making out like a couple of lovestruck teens while a corny movie is on sounds pretty damn good."

Randy grinned, shrugging at the older man "I did say it was up to you, right?"

John beamed at the older man and took that as a pass to do the only thing he felt like doing today that'd still please his client. He slid his hand under the man's loosened shirt, looking up him through his lashes "You did."

He licked his lips, keeping his gaze locked on the other man as he shifted on the bed so he could lean against the wall. Randy felt John's body follow his and smirked at the way the man softly before rubbing up John's back as the older man kissed down his chest.

"That means I can do this.."

Randy arched up as John's teeth grazed his chest, groaning quietly as he rested a hand on the man's head.

John smirked at the man's reaction, pinning his hips to the bed and moving to kiss down Randy's chest and to his abs. He sighed softly as he nuzzled Randy's lower stomach "I know what I want.." he breathed out, nuzzling down to the man's clothed member and kissing around the half-hardened length.

"What do you want, John?" he almost growled, rubbing down to John's neck, practically forcing the older man down against his now hardened dick.

"Mm.. I think you know.." he teased, unzipping Randy's pants with his teeth before lifting his hand up to unbutton the slacks. He grinned softly when he saw Randy wasn't wearing underwear and teasingly flicked his tongue out.

"Tell me anyway.." he rasped out, fighting the urge to rip John's clothes off and flip him over.

John simply opened the man's slacks and nuzzled his trimmed pubes as he expertly flicked his tongue over Randy's hard cock "I want you to come.." he stated, moving back up until their clothed bodies were aligned, rolling their hips together as he kissed Randy slowly.

Randy grunted as his sensitive cock rubbed against the rough material of John's slacks but he still wrapped an arm around the man's body and pulled him closer, kissing John just as softly. He felt John melt against him the way he did when he needed to please another person and Randy understood completely. He slowly deepened the kiss, taking complete control and coaxing John's tongue out.

Their tongues rolled together slowly at first before a flip switched in John and the kiss got more hungry he groaned softly against Randy's lips, feeling the younger man pull him as close as was physically possible and giving in to Randy's natural dominance. He rolled their hips together and let out a low whine as Randy sucked his tongue hard, starting to roll against Randy desperately and clawing his client's chest.

Randy felt John start getting shoved into the state of desperation and pulled away from the desperate kiss, slowing it down again as he shushed John quietly, stroking up John's neck to his head. He rubbed the man's scalp softly as he tugged the man's lip softly.

"Ran.. take me?"

Randy bit his lip at the older man, shaking his head as he gently continued to caress the man's head. "John.. I want to.. just not like this."

John felt the sting deep, trying to pull away with Randy but feeling the taller man just pull him closer.

"Stop."

His body obeyed despite his mind telling him Randy didn't want him anymore Maybe he'd heard about Phil too and thought about changing his escort.

"John.. look at me.."

John bit his lip and met the man's gaze, his face betraying the hurt he felt.

"I respect and.. care for you too damn much to do this when you're like this." He tried to explain, looking at John with soft eyes before sighing and rubbing over the younger man's back slowly.

He felt the his body lean against Randy's despite his initial hurt and sighed softly, melting against his client's chest.

Randy relaxed as soon as John accepted his embrace, starting to stroke over the man's head and humming to him. "You know why I can't do anything don't you?" the truth was, Randy wanted to take John then and there –it'd been too long– but after five years of convincing John he was worth more than this and even trying to convince him to get out of the business, Randy couldn't risk jeopardizing all the hard work for one night of blind lust.

John worried his lip, looking in Randy's azure eyes and suddenly hearing their conversations over the past few years all over again. He adverted his gaze, shrugging at the man only to have Randy cup his chin again and lift his face up.

"You sure?"

John gently sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, shrugging again and idly rubbing up Randy's bare chest "…because I mean too much to you?" he said with perhaps too much hope in his voice.

Randy smiled and pulled John's face closer, kissing him slowly as he let John feel him in any way he wanted. He sighed and moved away just as John started deepening the kiss. "That's exactly why, babe.." he purred against the older man, knowing that it was probably a terrible thing to be this attached to someone he'd initially paid for sex but still not being able to suppress it.

John smiled, his eyes fluttering closed as he rested his head on Randy's chest and gently rubbed his hand up his lover's chest. "How the hell do I mean so much to you, Ran? You see me like one to three times a week.. and you know I .. work with others too.." he trailed off when Randy grabbed the sides of his head and tilted his head to the side, looking up and seeing Randy's eyes ablaze with a passion that usually only came out when Randy was dominating him in the bedroom. John swallowed.

"I don't care, John.. none of that matters, you know it doesn't matter to me.. we don't exactly fuck every time you come over, so that's obviously not the only reason I still see you." He sighed and let the man's head go, knowing he was fighting a lost battle when it came to having John to himself but unable to bring himself to give up on the man just yet. Randy looked away from John.

John bit his lip, shaking his head and ghosting his fingers over Randy's ribs "That's not what I meant.. just.. I don't see it." he muttered.

Randy shrugged at the man and kissed John's pale shoulder "You never do.." he informed the man, feeling John tense up next to him and soon the older man's body was pressed against him again. He sighed and glanced back at him.

"You're pissed."

It was a statement, but still Randy answered; he shook his head at the other man "No, hurt…. You act like if all I've proven to you in these past few years is that you're another hole to fuck."

The way Randy spat that out made John flinch, he looked down, his normally submissive state in the bedroom showing itself fully. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean.."

"Are you sorry?" he wondered, moving away from John only to have the man wrap his arms around Randy almost desperately, needing Randy's warmth more than ever now that he was feeling shitty.

"Yes. I am. You've never said or did anything to make me think this way.. I didn't mean to make you upset."

Randy tilted his head at John and nodded "Okay, that's fine.. you can go. I'll wire the money in the morning."

John felt his stomach dip, shaking his head at Randy and rubbing over his chest as he all but whined for the younger man to let him stay "Ran.. please, at least let me make it up to you?" He started rubbing down the man's abs again until his hand wrapped around the man's now semi-hard member, frowning at the thought that Randy was getting soft again. He gave a few strokes as his eyes pleaded at Randy.

"John.. I don't want it today."

The words stung, he needed to be able to please his partners and when he couldn't.. John felt absolutely worthless. He bit his lip and started pressing his thumb against the head of Randy's cock, feeling the younger man's member come alive again and kissing his jaw softly. "Please? I'm sorry.. I want to do this. I want you, Ran. Only you." Okay so that last part might have been a stretch and as a last desperate plea from his submissive side but still, he needed to feel justified right now.

The last words warmed Randy up in ways he knew were naïve and reckless from his side but he stayed still, letting John do as he wished and soon feeling the man start stroking him with greater enthusiasm.

"Tell me.." he pleaded, not meeting Randy's gaze instead looking down as he kissed and sucked along Randy's mostly exposed chest, he didn't push down Randy's pants any further, just stroking the man as they'd been. John pressed his fully-clothed body against Randy's mostly-covered one and rolled their hips together as he whined softly.

Randy knew what the man wanted right then but he couldn't do it, not right now.. it'd end up in sex and he didn't want that today so he just gripped the back of John's neck, forcing his gaze up and kissing him slowly, letting him know he was forgiven.

John only whimpered further once Randy kissed him, his nails digging into the younger man's chest as he picked up the pace of his strokes. He gasped as he felt Randy's tongue rolling in his mouth at the pace he was stroking the younger man's dick, keeping up the movement until he felt Randy bite his lip. He groaned softly, stroking furiously and twisting his hand just the way Randy liked.

He felt his release building, cursing inwardly at the way John could turn him to putty in his hand at any moment.

Randy grunted softly and that was all John needed, he shoved Randy down on the bed and stroked him as fast as his wrist could manage, lips kissing along Randy's jaw as he whined quietly, wanting Randy to say it more than ever. He pressed his thumb against the leaking head as his other hand palmed at Randy's balls.

"Fuck! You're mine, John.. mine."

John shivered, nodding at the man and stroking him harder in an attempt to get Randy off but he felt the younger man shove his hand away and take over the strokes.

Randy saw John start to get upset and shook his head, "Lay down." He ordered as he sat up on his knees and jerked himself almost violently. He grinned when he saw John laying completely still, his mouth wide open as he looked at Randy expectantly, ready to be marked. "Fuck you look gorgeous.." he rasped out as he gave two last strokes before groaning out his release.

John closed his eyes as soon as Randy groaned out, feeling the warm seed splash on his face and catching what he could in his mouth. He felt that familiar tingle fill him right after a lover marked him and shivered softly, his member jumping at the feeling. John flushed deeply as he opened his eyes and saw Randy looking at him in that predatory way.

"Swallow."

He nodded, doing as was asked of him and licking his lips for good measure before sitting up and smiling happily at the man, completely sated despite the fact that he hadn't been touched.

"Want me t-.."

"No.. it was about you for tonight.. it's what I wanted." He told Randy honestly, sitting up and idly rubbing the younger man's chest "thank you.."

Randy looked down at John and smirked lazily, shaking his head at him and wrapping an arm around him "just don't come to me with that shit again.."

John worried his lip but nodded at the younger man, letting Randy pull him close, knowing that he wouldn't leave the man's room until Randy almost fell asleep and he was okay with that.

…

"Oh come the fuck on.. like if your job could possibly be that bad."

Punk laughed, shaking his head at his long-time friend "I'm not telling you what I do, man." He smirked at the eyeroll he got from Colt.

"You're keeping shit from me, Phillip?" he said in a snide voice "… me?! Your best friend since we could practically crawl?" he overdramatized, putting a hand to his chest as if it was causing him physical pain.

He grinned and gave a smug shrug, looking at Colt with a devious smile "There are things even the guy that turned me gay can't know."

Colt laughed at that, shaking his head and swatting Punk's arm lightly "Don't even pretend I turned your ass gay.. you were so far fucking lost before I made my first move."

"Not even close. You practically forced that shit on me!"

"Oh yeah, like you forced your cock down my throat later that night?" he retorted, shaking his head in amusement.

Punk flushed a bit but shook his head at the other man "Shut the hell up. You turned me and that's that."

"Uh huh.. because all straight guys in our hometown never tried to fuck Maria after two dates.. let alone 4 months." He snickered at the reaction he got from Punk, laughing and patting his friend's shoulder softly "It's alright, you coulda done better than her if you wanted to."

Punk rolled his eyes "Whatever" he mumbled, glad that he'd at least avoided the conversation about his job. Punk turned back to the comics he was reading, lifting his legs and tucking them under himself as he tried to focus on the newest Deadpool.

"Oh nuh uh.. spill, fucker! I'm not stupid, Phil.. you've tried this shit on me since we were teens when you didn't wanna tell me you fucked another guy." He huffed "we're not kids anymore, there's nothin' you can tell me that'd make me stop talking to you or look at you any differently."

"Even if I dealt drugs?" he muttered, looking at Colt with all seriousness in his gaze but laughing when the other man broke into a fit of laughter.

"Drugs?!" he snorted, "please.. first I'd believe Snoop finally went sober 'cause he got called up for a Calvin Klein modeling job."

Punk tried to hold in his laughing fit but soon low laughs filled his living room. He took a deep breath and shook his head once he'd sobered up "I.. you fuckin' dick! I can do it!"

"I know you can.. but you wouldn't be able to look me in the eye if you did.. I know how much you fuckin' hate drugs and anything that has to do with it, Punk." He pointed out, smirking victoriously at the man.

He rolled his eyes and shoved Colt with his shoulder "Yeah yeah.. you know everything there is to know about me, so tell me.. oh wise one.. what job could I have that would make me skeptical enough for me to not want to tell you but still not extreme enough for me to not look you in the eye?" Punk grinned to himself, hoping he'd puzzled Colt with his unnecessarily complicated reversal of the question but huffed when the man easily shoved it aside.

"Are you some sort of pool boy?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, grinning at the other man in a teasing fashion but stopped as soon as he noticed Punk squirmed a bit. "NO! You fuck women for money?! Dude.. at least do something you'd fucking enjoy!"

Punk looked at the man, flabbergasted. He stuttered a bit and shook his head "Really?! That's what you get out of that? For me to fuck guys for money, not girls?" he shook his head in disbelief "You weren't kidding about no job I had.." he mumbled, looking up at Colt.

Colt's face broke into a small smirk "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Fuck you."

"Not without a date first.. I'm not the same horny 15-year-old I once was." He retorted, nudging Punk. "C'mon.. at least tell me that you don't only chase after desperate housewives?"

Punk huffed, sliding off his legs and tossing his comic at Colt "Shut the fuck up! I don't fuck women for money.. I keep men company for it." he almost whispered the last part, hoping Colt didn't catch it but winced when the man slapped his arm hard.

"No fucking way!" he laughed, shaking his head and tilting Punk's head so the man would meet his gaze "You?! C'mon bro.. you get nervous on first dates.. how the fuck can you show up to some dude's house and play dress up?"

"Again: fuck you!" he huffed, shaking his head indignantly before turning it on Colt "Don't act like as soon as I'm in the mood I can deliver like no other."

Colt flushed at that, shaking his head and shrugging "Hey, don't go batshit on me, man.. I'm just.. shocked I guess."

Punk didn't let up at all "Okay but I'm just saying that once I warm up.. I make it more than worth their damn money." He muttered as he picked up his comic "Now if you're done.. I'd like to finish this shit before two A.M."

Colt smirked but glanced at Punk "… are you safe?" he wondered, all teasing gone from his voice.

Punk met his friend's gaze and nodded "The fuck you take me for? Yeah.. protection, tests.. the whole nine yards." He informed him "besides, I posted on my site that I don't want anything to do with drinking.."

"Site?! You're pimpin' yourself out on craigslist?"

He snorted "Fucking idiot. No.. I uh.. joined a business for this.. man, I was close to having to move back to Illinois.. you know I can't go back." He muttered "..i just needed the cash and figured I'd give it a shot, didn't really think I'd get accepted but fuck.. I'm not about to turn this money down."

Colt looked at Punk, knowing the man really was in need so he decided to drop it for tonight with "Just making sure.. people can be nuts. And.. I'm glad you're bein' careful.."

Punk smiled at the man and nodded, finding his spot in the comic and trying to focus on the panels but feeling Colt's eyes on him every few minutes made it damn near impossible. He sighed and looked up at the man "…what?"

A/N: Sorry for the wait on this one, guys. Hope it was good, made it a little longer just to make up for the wait. Thanks for reading and as always: Review?