Finally! Ok, it's pretty long, I know. I think it's good, I dunno, you're the reader, so it doesn't matter what I think, lol.

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John groaned as limped backstage from his match.

Sheamus had really done a number on his knee. He told the trainer he would be fine. But his knee was screaming at him. The match went well, he was now the number 1 contender for the WWE Championship. He should be happy. He should be grateful.

But instead, he was petrified. He would have to go up against his abusive lover inside the ring. No doubt Mike would have a field day making sure John got hurt in that match, and have even more fun with John when they got back to the hotel room.

He was praying that Sheamus would knock him off the ladder. Praying that it would be Sheamus who would get that win. But he had no choice. He had to put on a show, and grab that goddamn contract.

He limped down the hallway to the locker room. Once he was in the locker room, he sat heavily on one of the benches, sighing in relief to have the pressure off of his knee. He when someone not so subtly sat down next to him He turned his head and saw it Mike smirking at him.

"Well, well. Weren't you the superstar out there." Mike said, his hand resting on John's knee.

John kept his head down, staying silent. Suddenly, Mike squeezed hard on the brunette's injured knee. John clenched his eyes shut and hissed as he felt the sharp pain intensify. Mike moved closer and whispered in John's ear,

"Now you listen, and you listen real good. You are going to loose our match for my WWE Championship. Are we clear?" Mike growled.

John nodded fearfully. "Y-Yes s-sir." There was no room at all for argument, there never is when it comes to Mike.

Mike smirked. "Good boy. Now, after the show, I'm going to a party with Alex. You are going to stayat the hotel. I don't need you embarrassing me. And when I get back, you better be ready for me."

Mike stood, but not before giving John a harsh kiss that made John's lips almost bleed. Mike left the the locker room, and John was glad to be alone. He was more than happy to spend the night without Mike. He knew he wouldn't be back until around 3 am. He'd enjoy the time he had alone before he came back; drunk and horny. John sighed as he rubbed his sore knee.

He looked up when the door opened again, seeing Cody walk through the door. The younger superstar smiled at his friend.

"Hey Jojo, you did awesome out there." Cody said with a smile.

John smiled softly at him. Cody was one of the few friends he trusted, but not enough to actually tell him what went on in his and Mike's relationship. Though, Cody never really did like Mike, and tried to convince John to leave him. If only he knew.

"T-Thanks Coddles." John said softly. Cody sat down next the older man.

"Hey, what's got you so down? You just won a shot at the WWE Championship." Cody asked softly. John shrugged and sighed.

"I'm fine. Just a little sore from my match is all." John lied. Cody raised a brow.

"John, I'm your best friend. Don't lie. Is it because you have to go up against your boyfriend?" Cody asked.

Cody always thought Mike was a jerk, and that he didn't deserve the high-flying superstar. If only Cody knew how deep the problems were in Mike and John's relationship, if you could even call it that.

"N-No. I just... I just wanna go back to the hotel, take a nap. You go out with Ted and the others tonight, okay? Stop worrying about me." John said, forcing a smile. Cody sighed, but dropped the subject, getting the hint.

"Alright." Cody gave John a hug, which the other man returned.

"See ya later Jojo. Oh and one more thing, I saw you dancing with Drew the other night. You two looked good together." Cody said with a genuine smile. He really did like Drew, and always hoped that he and John would hook up.

John blushed and shook his head. "Cody, I think he's a little out of my league."

Cody rolled his eyes. "Why, because he's foreign? Please John, no one is out of your league. And plus, I think he cares about you."

John shook his head again. "I don't thinks so Cody. Plus I'm in a relationship. Why would he care, anyway?"

Cody shrugged. "He looks at you the same way Ted looks at me when I get hurt in the ring... Like he'd jump in front of a bullet for you."

John forced a laugh. "I don't think I'd go that far, Cody. That's a little over the top."

"Maybe, maybe not. All I know is that it's a shame you're with Mike. And... I don't think Drew is gonna quit you anytime soon." And with that, Cody left the locker room.

What is that supposed to mean? John shook his head. Cody always did like to try and hook up John with other men. But Mike had John chained and trained, so that was never, ever going to happen.

John sighed as he thought about the Scotsman. When they first met, the first thing he felt was intimidation. Drew's presence made John felt 3 feet tall. But Drew had loosened John up the minute he showed his warm smile and softened his icy blue eyes. He was great to work with in the ring too, thought had been some... provocative pins, which Drew apologized for backstage.

John sighed and shook his head. No chance in hell would Drew ever look at him that way. He was dirty, and deserved everything Mike dished out at him. He was worthless, Drew would never want to touch him. He was still baffled by why Drew talked to him.

When the show was over, John had packed his stuff and was heading out to the parking lot. John looked up at the dark sky as he walked. Even if it was night time, he could see the dark, heavy clouds getting ready to release rain.

John sighed as he unlocked his rental car. He put the key in the ignition and turned it. It made a sound but then that sound quickly died out. John frowned and turning the key again, and again and again. Nothing happened. The car was dead. John groaned and banged the steering wheel a couple of times.

He was exhausted, his body hurt, and all he wanted to do was go back to the hotel and sleep. John sighed in frustration and got out the car, slamming the door shut. He walked over to the hood, opening it and looking at the mechanics of the vehicle. After 60 seconds he rolled his eyes and slammed the hood down.

He knew absolutly nothing about cars. He walked back around, pulling the handle to open up the door. He tugged, but the door refused to open.

"No, no, no..." John muttered as he kept pulling on the door handle in vain.

John cursed and kicked the door. Not 3 seconds after he did, the sky released the down pour it had held in all day. John froze as he was drenched in rain in mere seconds. He shook his head and looked up at the sky.

"What exactly have I ever done to you? Am I really that horrible?" John whimpered as the rain intensified.

He sighed and leaned against the rental car as he was soaked, feeling tears of fistration well up in his eyes. He closed his eyes. He went from frustrated to miserable. The brunette could never seem to get a break. He looked up when he heard a car pull up beside him.

The window rolled down and revealed Drew was the driver, a cigerette in one hand, and the other on the steering wheel.

"Need a ride?" The Scotsman asked, feeling sympathetic that the other man was drenched head to toe.

"I... I don't think that's a g-good idea." John stuttered nervous. He was always nervous around the Scotsman. He felt like he could see right through him.

"John, you're soaked. Let me give you a ride." Drew insisted.

John hesitated. He would be in major trouble if Mike found out he had accepted a ride from Drew. Then again, what if Mike came back early and John wasn't there?

"John?" Drew called out.

"Yeah?"

"Get in the car." The Scot demanded softly.

"Kay." John said quietly and walked around, entering the vehicle.

Drew put the cigarette in his mouthh to use his free hand and turned on the heat to warm up the brunette sitting beside him. He put out the cigarette, feeling inconsiderate of the man next to him.

"Sorry about the smoke." Drew apologized.

John smiled weakly. "It's fine." Mike smoked in front of John all the time.

"So, you lock yerself out of the car, huh?" Drew asked amused. John blushed and shrugged.

"Well, first the car died, then I locked myself out of the car, and now I'm soaked." John said, embarrassed that he was a walking disaster.

"That's happened to me before. Except it was snowing and it was in Scotland in the middle of the forest."

John chuckled quietly. The sound almost scared John. It sounded so foreign. He hadn't laughed genuinly in a very long time.

"Well, I'm not exactly good with mechanics." John admitted. Drew raised a brow before looking back at the road.

"Yeah? So what interests you then?" Drew asked.

John frowned to himself. No one had ever asked John what interested him. Most of his life he always had to please someone who never cared about him. Whether it was his father, or Mike, none of them had ever asked what John liked, or what he wanted. As long as they were satisfied, John's wishes or needs never mattered.

Surely Drew wasn't any different, right? Or was he? Honestly, John had no idea.

"Um... well... I like poetry." John said timidly, looking down at his lap. Drew smiled at the other man's shyness.

"Yeah? I like poetry, couldn't write it for my life though. You write?" Drew asked, genuinely curious about the other brunette.

Drew wanted to get info about how Mike treated John. God knows John needed someone to save him from that asshole, even if John was resilient the whole time. But what John needed more right now was a friend. Someone who actually cared if John was happy, if he was okay. Because it seemed to Drew that no one had ever taken into consideration what John wanted, what he needed. And what he needed right now, was for someone to care.

John blushed. "Y-Yeah, when I have time too."

Drew nodded and glanced over at John. The brunette's wet hair was plastered on his face. His cloths soaked, sticking to his perfect figure. Drew had never noticed how gorgeous the man really was. Drew quickly shook his head of these inappropriate thoughts. He was raised to be more respectful than that.

"Okay, so you write. Anything else?" the Scot asked.

John bit his lip and shrugged. "I read... a lot."

"Ah, so are you a bookworm then?" Drew asked amused. John chuckled quietly.

"Guess you could say that. I read a lot as a kid. Still do." John said softly.

The whole ride went on like that. Drew was able to make John feel relaxed, loosen him up. The stress and anxiety that John usually felt had slipped away the more he talked to the Scotsman. They arrived at the hotel after around twenty-five minutes.

"Thanks for the ride, Drew." John thanked shyly. Drew smiled warmly.

"Anytime."

John moved his hair out of his face as he undid his seat belt. As soon as the brunette's hair was moved to the side, Drew could see small faded scars on the older man's face. He could see a layer of cover up had washed away in the rain, revealing the fading scars that resided on John's face.

"John?" Drew asked wearily leaning closer to the brunette's face.

"Y-Yeah?" John asked hesitantly.

"Where did you get these scars?" Drew asked, frowning.

John froze.

Shit. He thought.

"I-I uh..." John was about to lie.

He was used to it, was pretty good at it by now. He had lied to tons of people about his and Mike's relationship. Drew shouldn't be any different, right? John should be able to look straight into Drew's light blue eyes, those amazing blue eyes... and lie.

John opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Drew's face was so close, and John felt so exposed it scared him. He couldn't do it. He felt like a deer in headlights. He was used to lying, he's done at least once to even his closest friends. So why couldn't he do it to Drew?

"I... I..." John stuttered, looking anywhere but the Scot's eyes.

Drew gently grabbed John by the chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Did Mike hurt you?" Drew demanded softly. John felt a lump form in his throat as he stuttered, unable to give an answer.

"Did Mike give you the scars?" Drew asked again.

John looked into Drew's eyes. It was too much. This man could see right through him, and he couldn't take it. He couldn't lie to him like he had about the bruise. There was something about Drew that saw right through John's lies and excuses.

John may have fooled everyone else, bu he couldn't fool Drew.

"I-I have to go." John said, pulling away from the Scotsman and quickly exited the car.

Drew cursed as he watched John go into the hotel. He had been close. But Drew had always been good at reading people, and didn't need a direct answer from John. With the way John had acted, he had all his answers now.

Pretty long, i know. Well, I decided this was a step for John, he loosened up in front of Drew, HOWEVER, that doesn't mean he trusts him just yet. We have a long way to go, so if you wanna see what come's next, I suggest you REVIEW! Pleeeaaassseee?