I plan on changeing the title, just so ya know. i feel like this story id moving kinda slow, so next chapter, im gonna start some action. btw. on SD, Drew flirting w/ Smelly Kelly? HELLL NO!
that lucky bastard Vince owns these guys, not me. everything is is my Imag-I-Nation.
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John cursed under his breath as he hurried down the hallway of the arena.
He was late.
Not a good thing with a so called 'boyfriend' like Mike. The blonde had left the arena already, but John was running behind. Mike told him to meet him at the hotel at exactly 11:30 PM. It was already 11:15. He cursed himself for staying in a hotel relatively far from the arena. But he didn't have time to scold himself for the mistake. Mike would do it for him, tenfold, if he was even a couple of minutes late. He just thanked whatever higher power there was that he hadn't had a match, so there was no reason to shower.
As if he had time for one.
John glanced at his watch. The damn minute hand was seemingly moving faster than usual. He scrambled for his stuff, quickly changing out of the cloths he wore to the ring to his street cloths. He grabbed his coat and jogged out the door. He hurried to his rental car and quickly hopped in. He started the car and sped out of the parking lot. He was thankful that there wasn't a sick twist of fate, that would so suddenly make his car break down.
Please don't let me get a ticket. Please don't let me get a ticket. Was the mantra in John's head.
If John got a ticket, and he was late, he was sure to get it. Mike got very pissed at little things like being late. As a matter of fact, Mike was very picky and particular about almost everything. Especially if it concerned John, or John's looks. Mike made John shave his legs. Mike liked smooth legs on his women and his men. Now, that was something John could deal with. But there was one thing John really thought to be a pain in the ass, and insulting.
Mike made him wear color contacts.
John's eyes were in fact green. But Mike hated green eyes. No one, had ever seen John's real eye color. Hell, no one had ever seen the real John. So he had John wear contacts that were a brownish hazel. Mike had told John many times how hideous the color of his eyes was. When John refused, he got back handed across the mouth.
John never refused anything from Mike again.
And the list went on and on. Always tight clothing, even if they were a size too small. No sloppy sweats and he could never wear his hair in a pony tail. Any sort of bruising (whether from Mike or wrestling) had to be covered up, either with clothing or cover up. And never scream too loud during sex. No matter how much it hurt...
It didn't matter how big, little, stupid, painful or embarressing the command was. John just followed it, period. The brunette glanced in the rear view mirror at the unnatural color of his eyes. He sighed sadly before focusing on the road.
Mike had made John into his vision of what the perfect man should look like. But John was not perfect, the L.A. native knew that fact. He knew that there would always be something wrong with him, at least in Mike's eyes. But he had to try… it's what Mike wanted.
That was the order that John was almost trained to follow, practically downloaded into his brain.
Make Mike happy.
But John, like many other things, didn't have a choice. Mike had to be pleased. Because as long as Mike was pleased, John would be bruise free.
John started fidgeting in his seat as he looked at the clock.
11:20
God, you might as well just kill me off right now. John thought dejectedly.
He finally reached the hotel. He scrambled out of the car and all but ran towards the hotel doors. He didn't bother with the elevator and used the stairs up to his floor, which thankfully was only the 4th.
He glanced at his watch again.
11:28
He whimpered to himself. He jogged down the hallway, looking for his room. But as he ran, he tripped and went face first into something hard. But whatever it was, caught him before he could go face first into the floor.
"Second time you've ran into me." Came a Scottish drawl.
John looked to see it was Drew who had caught him. The smaller brunette blushed furiously in embarrassment.
"I'm so s-s-sorry." He said nervously, afraid the other man would be angry, or worse... hit him. He knew Mike would have.
But Drew just chuckled.
"You in a hurry?" The Scotsman asked. John simply nodded, but was frozen in the Scotsman's arms.
But the brunette was confused. Why wasn't Drew angry that he bumped into him. Mike would have been furious.
"John where the fuck are you?" Yelled a voice coming around the corner.
John felt fear strike his heart like a heart attack. He quickly stepped back just in time for Mike to round the corner.
"Oh." Mike said more calmly, seeing Drew was there. "There you are, baby. I was looking for. I was getting worried" Mike smiled cooly at the two as he made his way over.
Mike made his way over to John, wrapping his arm around the brunette's waist, discreetly giving it a hard, painful squeeze. John bit his lip hard to not cry out.
"So, what were you two talking about?" Mike asked, his eyes going between John and Drew.
"Well," The Scotsman spoke up, "John and I just bumped into each other. Nothing more." Drew said, his eyes wandering to John's hands which her shaking like leaves.
That's odd. Drew thought to himself.
Drew frowned slightly at John's posture. The way John froze when he saw Mike. The way his hands started shaking when Mike wrapped his arm around his waist. It didn't add up. From the outside, Drew saw that they were a happy couple. Backstage at least that's what it looked like. But now Drew wasn't so sure. It seemed that something was deeply wrong. When they weren't in the public eye, John was a completely different person. Very skittish and seemingly filled with anxiety. Especially when Mike was around.
He looked in John's eyes. The smaller brunette's eyes connected with the taller man's. And the look John gave Drew, was almost begging.
Don't go. Please...
"Oh, ok. Well Drew, I guess we'll you later." Mike said, his voice dangerously calm.
"Yeah... I guess you will." Drew said, his eyes locked with Mike's in a hard stare. Drew had to admit that he was suspicious of the blonde. He searched Mike's eyes, looking for any trace of deceit.
Finally, Mike broke the stare and looked at the ground.
"Goodnight." Drew said, his eyes lingering on John's shaking hands one last time before heading down the hall.
Drew felt an unfamiliar tug in his heart as he walked further away from the couple. The tug told him not to leave the brunette. Drew didn't have a choice. The look in John's eyes, was almost a pleading one. Pleading for the Scotsman not to leave.
John felt himself not wanting the Scotsman to leave. He didn't know if it was because he didn't want to be alone with Mike, or if it was just Drew himself. Whatever it was, John found himself missing that calming aura that radiated off the Scotsman. But John quickly banished that thought from his head. Why would someone like Drew ever lower themselves to be around someone like John?
As soon as Drew was out of view, Mike pushed John up against the wall, and began his tirade that John expected.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Flirting with Drew McIntyre? Really John? Really?"
John whimpered as Mike held him by the throat.
"I-I wasn't! I tripped and fell into him, t-that's all, I swear!" John begged Mike to believe him. The blonde pursed his lips.
"Well, you always were a clutz..." Mike said, mockingly.
"Fine. You're just lucky I'm still in a good mood from winning the WWE championship. So I'll believe you, for now. And who am I kidding? Someone like Drew would never dirty themselves with a little slut like you." The blonde scoffed, his hand already starting to grope the brunette's thigh.
John sighed.
He's right. John thought. N-no one could love me... no one could love me... no one could love a slut...
Who would ever want him? But he could still wish...
Ok, like I said, I'm gonna change the title. while I like the current title, it doesn't fit. So, if i change the title, don;t freak out, ok? ok!
Next chapter I'm gonna raise the bar, and im gonna try get graphic, more pain, and move this story along. hopefully it'll work! )
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