A/N: That time again. Buckle down, my little grasshoppers.
Vindictive John Dark Fantasy: Hope this helped a bit with that last review, bb. Thank you!
Takers dark lover: Thank you for your support bb and hope to keep you interested.
On to the Story! =]
John heard Punk's slight hesitation and glanced over, seeing JoMo looking flashy as ever and feeling something twist in his gut. He got up and walked over to the door, intent on leaving until he heard the brunette's voice:
"I hoped you were here too."
Punk frowned a bit and looked at Morrison cautiously before turning to look at John.
"Why?" He hated how scared and wary his voice sounded but he didn't trust many people after everyone in the office started talking shit behind his back.
"JoMo.. this might not be the best time.."
"I'm not gonna get another time." He stopped and looked at Punk with pleading eyes "..can I come in, please?"
Punk sighed and moved aside, letting the brunette step in and watching John apologetically. "I didn't know he'd be stopping by."
Morrison tried not to feel hurt by that because clearly Punk was just as uncomfortable as the other two in this situation. "He didn't. If you're gonna get mad at anyone it should be me." He stopped when John got ready to speak but before the older man could say anything he brought a hand up "I just wanna explain myself. And maybe give you a chance to get some shit off your chest. If you still hate my guts by the time I'm done talkin' then I'll leave. .. but I think we've lived long enough letting other people rule our lives, yeah?"
John let out a shaky breath, running his hand over his face and feeling his stomach turn violently, suddenly feeling as if eating was a terrible idea. "Five minutes." He muttered and sat down on the couch again but this time arms were crossed and his back was resting against the arm of the couch. He stared at Morrison then flicked his gaze over to Punk.
Punk worried his lip piercing and collected their cans "…I'll be in my room if you need me."
Morrison turned to Punk but before he could say anything John's voice interrupted him.
"I think I need you more down here."
Morrison frowned and looked at John, expecting to see that coldness that was there seconds ago but instead being met with something close to fear in their boss's eyes.
Punk knew this would be uncomfortable but he couldn't ignore John's plea after telling the older man he cared about him. He sighed and sat down on the loveseat next to the couch, letting the other men keep the couch all to themselves. He didn't say anything and for a few seconds there was silence between them. The air was thick with tension and the silence was enough to make Punk start nervously moving around his lip piercing.
"…uh… this was much easier when I just planned it out." He laughed a bit though neither of the others so much as moved. Morrison sighed and turned on the couch to look at the older man "John.. I want to start by sayin' that I liked you and thought of you as a good friend before.. everything changed. And honestly, I don't care why it changed so long as it's not hurting you in any way. You wanna keep your secrets, that's fine. Just know that despite the fact you've been treating me like scum for years I do give a damn and I know.. how shitty life can be. I'm not going to ask because if you wanted me to know I would've known by now. Just.. I didn't spread shit around about you, John. And I know you're set on thinking it was me but if that's what you want to think just know that I'll be workin' on gaining your trust back because this is getting ridiculous. I love my job for the most part but.. it gets really hard to stay so dedicated when.. your boss hates that you even breathe."
Punk flinched. The last comment was laced with hurt and a hint of longing. He wanted to walk over to Morrison and give him a much needed hug but he refrained because he needed to stay as invisible as possible.
John didn't say anything for a long time, eyes had a faraway look as he thought over what the man said. He was hung up on what Morrison said about giving a damn. That made three people.. if this man wasn't lying. He looked at Punk quickly then focused on Morrison. "I don't hate you in any way." He muttered before the itching started again. John rubbed at his sore arm as he continued "I hate myself for having trusted everyone easily only to have one of them spread around.. lies."
Punk curled in on himself a bit, not liking that both men were now flicking glances at him.
Morrison shrugged and met John's gaze "Everyone usually is too trusting until someone fucks that all up for them. Don't beat yourself up about it."
John actually relaxed at that, looking down at his lap and sighing "Hard not too when it keeps biting me in the ass." He chuckled softly as he ran his hand over his short hair. "Why do you care?"
"….. 'cause he does. He's not the kind of person that would care about any piece of shit."
Punk gaped at Morrison. That answer was blunt and not what he was expecting. He looked at John, figuring the man would have that distant look again but being surprised when he saw the older man shaking his head in amusement and looking at Punk.
"Yeah.. he doesn't seem like that kinda person to me either." John sighed and reached over for the remote again before tossing the extra one to Morrison "Givin' you the benefit of the doubt on this one, Morrison. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have listened to that loud mouth for so long."
Morrison would've been offended had John not chuckled at the end of that. It was strange to be so easily spoken to right now but he understood John's reason behind trusting him. Punk had that effect on a lot of people. He picked up the remote and frowned a bit at the feeling "The hell? Why is this so big?"
Punk gaped at the brunette and finally unfroze from his position on the loveseat. His love for videogames outweighing the nerves he still felt right now. He smacked Morrison's head teasingly "Have you never played x-box?!"
"Uh.. no."
John groaned and took the control from Morrison so he could select Cage from the characters before giving it back to the man "I'm starting to question whether trustin' you was a good idea. If I get flawless victory in both rounds.. you're fired. How's that for motivation for learning?"
Morrison squeaked and held the control as he tucked his feet under his body and leaned forward when the countdown for the match began "Jerk." He pouted though his fingers flew on the buttons of the control, determined to learn to navigate the game at least enough to not embarrass himself in front of both men.
Punk couldn't stop laughing about 15 minutes later, shaking his head in disbelief as he sat between the two men on the couch and took the control from John. "Alright. That's three full matches. You lost twice, John boy. I think it's my turn to get the winner." He wiped the tears from his eyes and grinned at Morrison "Beginner's luck won't work against me, Johnny.. That's a promise."
"He played us."
"Nah. He played you, Boss man. You lost. Get over it." he snickered as he selected Scorpion and Morrison stuck to Cage. "Let me show you how Scorpion is meant to be played." He winked at John and grinned as the match started.
Morrison pouted, fingers hastily flying over the buttons and now he was just slamming the buttons, forgetting everything he'd learned in the game before. 'Flawless Victory.' He whined and looked at Punk "No fair. You didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath."
"You need to get used to it if you want to spend time with me, pretty boy."
He flushed, the implications sending shivers down his spine and he was about to return the innuendo with one of his own but stopped himself only because John was there and he couldn't do it just in case John really did have feelings for Punk.
Punk didn't seem to notice Morrison's inner struggle but he did catch John's knowing grin between the two men. He frowned a bit and opened his mouth to ask John what he was laughing at but Cage's voice for the shadow kick made him turn on Morrison "Fucking cheater!" Just like that John's look was forgotten and Punk started viciously attacking Morrison until he got to the last stage and finished him off with his favorite fatality. "That's for cheating. I was going to be nice and end it with a special only but you earned this."
John huffed "I can't believe you killed him that easily."
Punk grinned "This is my game, John boy. Believe it."
Morrison chuckled and shrugged as he flipped his hair back "All I know is I'm keepin' my job." He grinned at John before sighing and stretching out his legs. "This was fun and all.. but not all of us have today off. I have business to attend to." He smirked and patted John's shoulder softly before hugging Punk hard "Have fun.. but not too much." The brunette winked and strutted out of Punk's house as if his entire work situation didn't just change for the first time in about two years.
John shook his head, "I forgot how.."
"…determined?"
"…glamorous he is."
Punk laughed, shaking his head and lifting a brow at the blond "That's one word to describe him."
John smiled a bit. He felt different. Not just good but .. it was close to happy. He hadn't realized how much of his life Brock and McMahon had taken from him until he had one of these lazy days with a few friends. The thought startled him and he looked over at Punk, smiling at him for a moment before they got back to fighting on MK for a bit before they did COD and a few other games.
The rest of the day went by quickly after that, hours of video games were brought to an end when Punk's stomach rumbled and he chuckled as he stretched a bit and glanced at John "Pizza okay?"
"Long as it's not meat lover's." he chuckled and got up too, idly scratching his stomach before he switched Netflix back on.
He smiled when the blond easily made himself comfortable on the couch. Slight awkwardness aside, the day had been a total success in Punk's eyes.
…
[Text] Punky!
[Text] PUNKKKKKKKKK!
[Text] POUTING at you. :c
He laughed and rubbed the towel through his hair again.
[Text] What!? I have a date to get to in 1 hour!
[Text] A date? :c Should I be jealous?
[Text] Nah. It's a paid one. ;) Speaking of, don't you have one?
[Text] Yeah. But would rather be spending it with you. ;*
Punk rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smirk at his screen.
[Text] Don't tempt me. Besides, you're biting off more than you can chew, pretty boy.
[Text] Is this your way of saying you wanna bite me? ;)
[Text] Cause I'm down for that.
He snorted, shaking his head and sliding on a black t-shirt before responding.
[Text] I bet you are. We'll see if you earn it one day. TTYL Johnny.
[Text] Spoil sport. :c later, Punky.
Punk smirked and stretched a bit as he slid on his favorite pair of jeans and finished getting ready. He had a session with Dean later and he planned on giving the guy hell for last Thursday just because he could.
…
He shifted a bit under Randy's gaze, frowning softly and tugging on the ends of his sleeves.
Randy sighed and pulled John close to him "I wanna see them, John."
"I don't want you to worry."
"You not letting me see your arms is making me worry more." He gently started unbuttoning the older man's shirt until John's chest was exposed. There were faint scratches and bruises close to his lover's hipbones but he didn't draw attention to them because John would only feel worse. It wasn't until the thin fabric was fully removed from John's body that he saw the rashes covering John's arms and part of his neck. He traced over the man's ribs and kissed his shoulder, "What happened?" his hands tugged at John until the man leaned against his chest.
"…I'm .. he made me feel dirty." He muttered, bracing himself for Randy agreeing with Brock and for the torture to start all over again.
Randy cupped John's chin and brought the man's face up to kiss him slowly, one hand holding the back of the man's neck and the other gently rubbing John's back. He felt the man struggling after a few seconds so he pulled away. "You're perfect, John. No matter what that fucker told you and made you do."
He shook his head "No I'm not."
Randy kissed John's head and rubbed up the man's sides "You are perfect. Babe.. let me get you out of this life. We can move to Florida.. or anywhere you want, please."
John whined softly and hid in the man's neck, shaking his head as he gripped the younger man's arms tightly "I can't leave. He always finds me. He'll hurt you. He.. he wanted your name and information after Thursday. I don't know how much longer I can keep seein' you."
Those words were like a blow right to his gut. Randy frowned and pulled away from John "Wh.. what do you mean you don't know how long you can keep this up? I.. we don't have to do it through the company if you don't want to, John. I want you.. and I'm willing to do anything to help you out."
The older man squirmed closer to Randy "You can't help me out of this one.. not worth—"
"NO. Don't say you're not worth it or it's not worth it, John. I love you. You are worth everything to me. Everything."
He blinked, shaking his head firmly "I can't let you give up everything for me."
"Why not? You think you're worth less than me? You think it's okay for your life to be in shambles while I'm just living my life? Do you know how hard it's been for all these years seeing you crumble under the weight you carry on your shoulders?"
John felt tears sting his eyes "No.. but .. I .. love you, Ran.. I don't want you to be forced into anything."
"I'm not being forced into anything. I already know I'm only ever happy when you're around, John.. just don't know what more to do to make you realize I care."
The tears stopped then, heart jumping a bit as he looked at Randy. "I know you care, Ran…"
"Then? Let me help.. .. let us help." Randy pleaded, referring to Punk, JoMo, and him because John had talked to him about yesterday and how he had a relaxing day for the first time in a long time.
He bit his lip and whined a bit, internal struggle waging on as he searched the man's eyes "B.." his argument was dropped immediately as Randy's lips pressed against his gently, the younger man's hands firmly holding John's hips over the bruises Brock had left behind. John shivered and pressed himself against Randy only to feel the younger man pull away. He pouted but when he saw the look of adoration on Randy's eyes his face heated up.
"But nothing. I'm willing to help, baby boy. And I bet they are too. You just have to let us."
Words were lost then, because John felt a spark of hope inside him, it was small but similar to what he felt yesterday when he'd left Punk's place and Punk told him to call him whenever if he needed anything and he'd answer or he'd call back ASAP. He shivered a bit as he rested their foreheads together "Promise."
Randy smiled, hands smoothing down to John's covered thighs as he nodded against the older man's head "I promise. I'm here for you. Always."
He hummed softly and kissed Randy's lips as he rocked against him "Thank you." His voice was oddly calm, relaxed even given the conversation they just had. John breathed out softly, gripping Randy's shoulders hard and lifting himself onto the man's lap.
The kiss was slow. They rarely shared anything like this; right now, John was acting as if they had all the time in the world. Usually their time together was spent with desperate kisses and begging from John to be abused like he was so used to. But Randy was more than willing to take it down a notch. If it was up to him he'd keep it slow and sensual until John was ready to crumble under him. He lightly lifted his hips up, reveling in the low moan leaving John's lips. The older man's hands tightened on his shoulders as Randy's large hands slid down to his covered ass.
He mewled softly and rolled his hips down on the man's as he shoved him down on the bed. John pouted a bit as he smoothed his hands up under his lover's shirt. He took his time taking the material off before nipping and sucking softly on the warm skin.
Randy groaned loudly, the pace at which John was undressing him was driving him insane. He was already hard in his jeans and by the time John finally took off his jeans he was growling at the older man "John.. If you don't ri-AH!" he threw his head back when the blond's lips wrapped around his covered cock, the man's tongue teasing over the thin material and making Randy leak. "Shit.." he reached down for John's head, scratching it desperately and hearing John whimper "God.. that pretty fuckin' mouth."
John mewled, ass sticking in the air as he arched his back and shoved Randy's briefs down far enough to expose the throbbing cock. He smirked and nibbled along the warm vein until he felt Randy's hands tighten on his head and force him down onto his hardness. He groaned once his lover's dick hit the back of his throat, humming quietly and swallowing lazily before relaxing the muscle and bobbing his head quickly. Every time he pulled the leaking shaft out of his mouth, his tongue ran up slowly and swirled around the angry head.
It wasn't until he was close to releasing that he groaned out in frustration and pulled John up to him, demanding a kiss from the man. Randy dominated the older man's mouth and soon John's clothed hips were rutting against Randy's hardness and he smacked John's ass softly but the older man wouldn't move. He panted out, dropping his head back on the mattress and just letting John have the control for the night because clearly this meant he was more confident with their relationship right now.
John felt Randy's cock throb against his covered thigh and hummed softly as he sucked Randy's tongue like he'd just been sucking his cock. He grinned when Randy cursed and pushed himself away to kick his jeans off.
As soon as John's clothes were off, it was as if the older man lost all control. John straddled his waist again and sunk down on Randy's hardness without even stopping to adjust. Randy cursed, eyes rolling back as he groaned out loudly "Fuck, baby.."
"…I love you." He breathed out against Randy's neck, kissing the tan skin and even daring to leave a small bruise just next to the tattooed man's pulse. John's hips rocked lazily, lips mapping out every inch of skin they could reach as one hand gripped Randy's shoulder and the other was holding Randy's hand above his head.
He could only moan out the words in return, hips lazily rolling up and hitting John's spot every chance he got. Minutes of the slow torture ticked by and their arousal was only spiking, need increasing but neither were willing to break the rhythm they had going. Randy slowly moved his hand from John's hip and stroked the man's cock. It only took two strokes before John came all over his chest with a scream of his name. The older man went slack against Randy, his walls clenching almost painfully.
John whined softly as he came down from his high, finally pulling his lips away from Randy's neck and pressing their lips together. He breathed out against Randy's lips, "Mark me."
Randy frowned a bit in confusion until John exposed his neck to him. He cursed and flipped them over, pounding into John in a way that demonstrated just how desperate he was for the older man. His teeth dug into John's shoulder, biting down harshly until he felt the skin heat up under his lips. Randy's hips were bucking forward erratically now but it wasn't until he heard John say he was Randy's that Randy came deep inside the man's walls.
John whimpered quietly, eyes closing as he clutched Randy close to him, turning his head once Randy let go of his shoulder and kissing him tenderly.
Randy rested their foreheads together, both of their eyes slowly returning to their normal colors as they caught their breath. He had a lot to thank those two guys for.. but right now he could only focus on calming John down and cuddling with him until they had to part.
…
Punk huffed as he climbed back out of the shower, running his fingers through his tangled hair and frowning. This two showers a day on session days was really taking a toll on his hair. He sighed and shook his head as he pulled on a pair of boxers and headed downstairs to play some x-box since he sure as hell knew no sleep would come tonight.
[Text] We on for Friday game night?
He frowned at the text, missing the light tap on his door and having to reread it a few times to make sure it was from Colt and his ex was actually talking to him again. He bit his lip, thinking to himself for a moment before quickly typing back.
[Text] You wanna go out to an arcade instead?
The next text didn't come for a few minutes and Punk sighed, he just wasn't ready to bring Colt back since he knew there was no way he'd be fully focused on the man like he deserved.
[Text] Open the door, Punky. I know you're in there. The lights are on!
Punk frowned, panicking for a split second before the nickname registered and he scoffed, Punk set his phone down on the coffee table as he walked to open the front door for the brunette. "What's the matter? You couldn't wait until lunch tomorrow?"
Morrison had to pry his eyes away from the blond's chest when Punk spoke, gaping at the man for a moment before composing himself and managing a small smirk "No. And it was so worth it to see those nipple piercings. I knew you were holding back on me." He winked playfully and walked past the blond before making himself comfortable on the couch.
Punk flushed but played it off as he slipped on a hoodie and glared at the brunette. "There's more I'm holding back on." He joked as he sat down and handed Morrison the remote "Choose a movie or show.. and please tell me you didn't go to a session in that."
Morrison huffed, offended by the man as he swatted Punk's bare thigh when the blond sat next to him "I have decency. I showered before comin' over, thank you. These are my PJs."
Punk grinned and stretched a bit as he looked at Morrison "They're cute." He grinned and flicked the man's covered side "…CHOOSE something!"
A/N: Mind of their own. Seriously. Well, review, please.