May 18, 2013

Open up.

I stare at the phone for a few seconds before the pounding on the door startles me.

"JJ," Jon calls.

Moving to the door I start to unlock the door but the Irish brogue stops me in my tracks instead I move to the peep hole in the door. Stephen leans against the opposite wall. Jon occasionally blocks the view as he paces.

"It's pathetic how yeh crawl in the company slut's bed every week," Stephen drawls. "Can't find a real girl, mate? You have to dredge through the garbage for my leftovers."

The muscles in Jon's hand jump as if he's trying to not punch the ginger man in front of him before coming to out to pound on the door again.

"What's pathetic is you. You're finally realizing you had a good thing but you were too stupid to keep it."

Stephen's eyes flash as he very slowly gets his feet beneath himself. "Touch a nerve, mate," Jon sneers. "What are you going to do, big man?"

I can feel tension seeping through the door from the hallway. Moving with as much speed as I can muster I work the lock and the chain on my door.

"Stephen go away," I sigh as I reach for Jon.

"Speak of the slut and she shall appear," Stephen snorts.

"Come up with new material," I snort back. "Your shit is tired and kinda lackluster. Much like our sex life."

"You fucking bitch," Stephen snarls lunging across the hall only to be intercepted by Jon shoving him back into the opposite wall again.

"I believe she said to leave," Jon states flatly.

Stephen's fist connects with Jon in the time it takes me to blink.

"Jon," I plead quietly, "just come in here."

"Yeah Jon, just tuck tail and run."

"Shut up, Stephen," I growl watching a very tense Jon cautiously. "Jon, please."

His head turns my way slightly and I catch a glimpse of blood at the corner of his mouth but his gaze stays fixed on Stephen. His hand flexes again before running through his hair. "You've lost. Stay away," Jon growls. "If I ever hear you say the word slut again it better be while talking about your tramps."

He finally gives into his urge and drives his fist into Stephen's nose before turning to me. I back up from the wild look in his eyes and he follows, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Let me get you cleaned up," I stutter moving for the bathroom.

He catches my arm as I move past him. "Later," he growls crushing my lips beneath his. My body struggles between relishing in the heat spreading throughout and the fear the wild look in his eyes sent through it. His hands roam down my body eliciting full body shivers.

"I love it when you do that," he chuckles.

"Really," I smile running a single nail down his arm causing a shiver to run down his spine. "Cuz two can play that game."

His hands grasp my hips tightly pressing me against the wall, his tongue probing my mouth. Lust overcomes all other emotion. I ignore the copper taste of blood filling my mouth as I snake my hands through his hair. His left hand grips the waistband of my panties and his right slides up to cup my breast as his mouth slides down my throat and across my shoulder, his teeth scrap my skin occasionally. Pressing him back I'm met with the wild look again. Moving slowly I grip the bottom of my sleep shirt and peel it over my head. Suddenly he is on his knees in front of me.

"Jon?"

"Shhhh," he breathes against my stomach causing a very nice fluttering sensation.

I close my eyes and lean heavily against the wall one hand slides up to massage my breast, the other moving my panties aside to allow his mouth access to my clit. His tongue stroking lazy patterns against me.

"Oh God, Jon," I moan rocking my hips against him.

"Hmmm," he hums against me, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge, the pace of tongue slowly picking up momentum.

Jon's hand on my chest pinning me to the wall is the only thing keeping me upright as my legs go weak from my orgasm. Slowly he lets me slide down the wall to kneel with him.

"Stand up," I rasp as soon the aftershocks subside and I can think straight. He obeys slowly. I attack his belt as soon as he's upright pulling it from the loops and dropping it at his feet, his jeans and boxers joining it soon after. Pulling myself higher onto my knees I take him into my mouth and his eyes shut momentarily before locking with mine as I begin moving ever so slowly, my tongue running along the bottom of his shaft before swirling around his head. Both his hands wrap around clumps of my hair holding me still as his hips pump against my mouth. I relax my throat allowing more of him to enter with each thrust. His grip in my hair slowly tightens to almost painful proportions when he groans out, "I need a condom. Left pocket. Get it now."

I reach down blindly with my right hands finding his jeans then searching the pockets coming up with a string of three. Ripping one free I hold it up to him and his hands leave my hair. I take him into my mouth fully one last time before leaning back.

"Stand up," he pants, rolling the condom on. I pop up to my feet and he smiles down at me before pressing me into the wall again. I wrap my legs around his waist as he hoist me up thrusting into me roughly. His head lowers and I suppress a moan as his tongue lashes over one nipple and then the other.

"Someone is holding back," he pants.

"Maybe you just have to work harder."

"Yeah," he groans as I rock my hips in a figure eight.

"Yeah," I pant as he increase his pace. "Oh fuck, Jon."

"Jay," he groans his mouth sliding up to my throat.

My nails dig into the skin of his biceps as a second orgasm screams through me.

"Fuck, Jay," he grunts following me over the edge.

I slowly lower my feet back to the floor as he pulls out of me. I wait for him to pull away momentarily as usual for us instead he leans forward resting his forearms on either side of my head, his nose nuzzling up and down my jaw line.

"Jon?"

"Hmmm," he breathes.

"My legs are barely holding me up right now. Let's move this to the bed."

"In a minute," he sighs, his chest pressing into mine and it suddenly occurs how dressed we were. His jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles, his shirt shoved up but still covering his chest, my panties shoved to the side but still covering me for the most part.

"Everything ok?"

"Great," he smiles, his arm wrapping around my waist. "Everything is perfect.

"I don't know about perfect," I grin running my hands up and down his sides.

"I do," he murmurs before capturing my lips.

Suddenly someone is banging on the door beside us.

"You're going to answer that aren't you," he groans.

"It could be Randy," I sigh, grabbing my shirt. "Since he pays me, I'm kinda required to."

Sighing he pulls his clothing into place before disappearing into the bathroom. Checking to make sure I'm fully covered, I open the door. There is no one. Stepping out I check up and down the deserted hall before turning back to the room and find a CD envelope taped to the door. "It was no one," I call dodging his flying boots before tossing the envelope in the trash. "Someone just taped a CD to the door. Stop throwing your shit around my room by the way."

"Sorry Babe," he laughs.

"You want to talk about what happened in the hallway earlier," I ask flopping back on the bed.

"The idiot seems to be following me now," he smirks, exiting the bathroom in just his boxers. "Every time I turn around, there he is. Talking shit about you."

"Because I have started ignoring his existence entirely. I don't respond to anything he has to offer so he's moved on to someone who would. Just let him talk."

"I've tried. He just really got under my skin tonight."

"You don't have to defend my honor. You're not my boyfriend."

"I am your friend. I have so very few friends that I'll defend them with all I have."

I feel my heart rate race at his statement.

"What was on the CD," he sighs joining me on the bed.

"Don't know. Threw it away."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to play some random disc."

"Where's your laptop," he smiles, standing.

"Don't you put that in my laptop. What if there's some weirdo running around taping a CD full of computer viruses to hotel room doors?"

"Knowing you, this entire thing is backed up daily," he smiles pulling the machine from my bag. "Let's just see what was so important they felt they needed to interrupt us."

"They interrupted your nap, however will you survive," I smile, draping an arm over my eyes.

"I'll find a way," he laughs. "Oh, videos. Maybe it's something racy."

"Just what you need, something to make you hornier," I laugh.

"I'm just a really, a really, a dirty guy, " Jon's voice sounds from the computer. "I like to go to bars and bang really ugly girls. I'm just a sick guy. I'm just a really, a really, a dirty guy. Really. Cuz I really love feeling alive. I'm just a really, a really, a dirty guy. I'm just a sick guy. I like to go to bars and bang really ugly girls. I like to go to bars and bang really ugly girls."

"Is this just five minutes of a remixed promo," he asks.

"How am I suppose to know," I smile, pulling myself up to look over his shoulder. Watching the image of a younger bloody Jon jump around as random phrases repeat themselves. "Maybe someone thinks I should know about your habit of banging ugly chicks you pick up in bars," I laugh.

"Good thing I picked you up in a restaurant," he smiles as the scene on the computer changes. My eyes widen as I come into view.

"Oh baby," I purr from the computer. "I miss you. When are you coming to see me," I pout as the camera pans down to show off the lacy lingerie. "I wore something special for you."

"That fucking bastard!" "Turn it off Jon," I growl.

"Hell no," he smiles. "This is great. You still got that because I would like to see it in person."

"I burned it," I snap, reaching for the computer. He holds it out of reach as the scene changes.

"Please, just turn it off," I whisper, surging forward. He deflects me easily, holding me at bay with one arm around my waist the other holding my laptop out.

"Get on ta bed," Stephen slurs from the computer, his chest filling the screen as he positions the camera.

"You're drunk," I sigh, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I said get on ta bed," he growls, shoving me.

I turn burying my face into Jon's shoulder. "Just turn it off, please."

"No," my voice screams and Jon's arm tightens around me and I feel the tears gathering behind my eyes.

"Yeh can't tease me all night and then not expect me to come collect," Stephen grunts and I know the screen is showing him pinning me to the bed.

"Not tonight you're not."

"Don't tell me what Ah am not going to do," he growls before Jon's promo starts again.

"Nice editing, asshole."

"He fucking raped you didn't he," Jon asks darkly, shutting the laptop.

I shake my head against his shoulder, trying to shove the memory away with the tears.

"Don't lie."

"He tried," I murmur raising my head to look him in the eyes. "A well placed kick stopped him and I kicked him out soon after but he had tried. The sick thing is that was in March. The man had tried to rape me and I let him back into my life the next day. He apologized of course after I showed him the video. The usual bullshit. He was drunk and didn't know what he was doing. I believed him but in the back of my mind I'm sure he would have tried again. I spent a month with that man."

"I'm going to kill him," he growls, standing. "I'm going to fucking kill him tonight."

"Jon," I snap, "it was two months ago. I had completely forgot about it until now."

"He hurt you," he snaps.

"He isn't the first person to do so. He probably won't be the last," I growl.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I have been hurt by people and, being the person I am, will probably be hurt again." I close my eyes against the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. "Besides I don't think I can handle being alone right now," I sigh. "Please don't go."

I feel the familiar warmth of his arms wrap around me and I lean forward against him.

"Thank you," I whisper, kissing his shoulder.

"Anything for you," he sighs.

"Want to lie down?"

"I want to go kill an Irishman," he chuckles, "but I don't want to leave you. Any chance I can convince you to come with me?"

"Tempting," I smile, "but no."

"Then let's get in bed."

"Finally," I smile.

XXX

Lips slide across mine bringing me from sleep.

"Jon," I murmur sleepily.

"Jay," he sighs against my lips, his hands sliding down my sides to my thighs.

"Don't you have to wrestle in a few hours? Maybe you should conserve your energy."

"I know it isn't the right time after what you relived earlier," one hand drifts up to hold my face to his, the other wraps around my waist pulling me against him, "but I can't help myself."

I smile against him before pulling back to look into his eyes. "The fact that you just made that statement proves how different you are from him. There is no need to worry with you," I state. "I trust you completely. There is no instinct screaming at me to open my eyes."

"Maybe there should be," he smirks, pulling forward again.

"You don't really want me to be scared of you," I smile, dodging his lips.

"You're not wrong," he chuckles, leaning into me. His nose slides along my jaw before diving down to my throat and shoulder, his hand sliding into my panties. "There is an entirely different feeling I want to send through you."

"Good thing you're incredibly good at that," I groan, grinding myself against his hand.

"There you go stroking my ego again."

"Allow me to stroke something else then," I smile sliding my hand down his boxers.