"Relax, Johnny...it's no big deal." Roman then looked down. "Sorry."
John suddenly felt a fool for having all these complicated feelings while to Roman it was
nothing but a shared shower. "It's fine. You're right." He told the younger man, walking
over with the soap and clothes with a smile. "Ready when you are, Sir." Roman opened the
door stepping in, moving to make sure John could step in.
John stepped in behind Roman, the warm water creating a fog in the air. "Want me to get
your back, Sir?" He offered, sudsing up one of the clothes.
"Sure, Johnny." Roman kept his back to John. "Then I'll get yours...make sure to clean
that lube good."
"It's my duty and I enjoy it, Sir." John told the Samoan as he began to wash his strong
back with the cloth. It felt odd but nice to be touching Roman this way, not hurried or
in the middle of rough sex.
"You are a natural in your role, Johnny. Many train years for how you just are."
"Thank you, Sir." John thought of how drawn Roman was to Randy and how the Viper made him
work for everything. "Honestly..uh...do you find me too submissive? Do I bore you?"
"Define bore...yes I didn't need to chase you like I do your Daddy. That doesn't mean
you're boring though."
"I think you enjoy the chase." John told him as he washed his shoulders. "Randy and I are
complete opposites in so many ways."
"That is fine as long as you are compatible where is counts. Yes I enjoyed the
chase...but you see a year later I am still here." Roman told him.
"He still makes you chase him." John chuckled. "Like tonight...fighting you off for how
long even though he knew damn well he wanted it."
Roman laughed. "I guess you have a point there...it is fun seeing the Viper wiggle like a
worm on a hook."
"I think he likes being pursued. With me he was always the one in charge. I jokingly
called him Daddy at first because he was always looking out for me and the name stuck."
John stopped his washing. "Done with your back, Sir."
"Okay." Roman turned to face John looking at him. "So him calling you Baby...was just
natural progression then?"
"Yeah." John looked up at Roman, handing him the cloth and soap. "He called me Johnny for
a few years then it just kind of turned into Baby. You know...you and Randy's eyes are
almost the same color. You two have so much in common."
"Yeah I been told I have unusual eyes. Most Samoans have dark eyes." He was almost lost
looking at John before he mentally shook himself before taking the cloth.
John turned so his back was to Roman. "You do. Instead of dark eyes like Dwayne you have
these blue grays that turn almost steely at times. I like them." Damn, he sounded like a
chick talking about a guy's eyes!
"Thanks, John." Roman began to wash John's back careful not to rub too hard. "To some it
makes me seem a freak. That or they think they're contacts."
"Not a freak at all." John's eyes closed at the soft touch. "Feels nice. Hope I'm not too
sore tomorrow for the show."
"Same here, Johnny. Trust me the ointment is a last resort. It stinks."
"Oh. I wondered why you didn't seem to want to use it." John laughed then grew serious.
"Why is Randy always so drained after you play with him? He used to be able to fuck me
all night with breaks. He took me three times the night of our I Quit match...the locker
room, then twice at the hotel. I was so fucking sore."
"I don't know. He isn't as bad when he takes me. I guess it is the whole burning out
thing." Roman worked farther down John's back. "Then again it seem I have that effect on
quite a few people. He just seems the worse."
John shivered faintly at the touch. "Maybe because I never topped him then...or because
you two share that connection."
"Either may be a possibility. Do you remember how out of it he was when he was with Seth?"
John squinted his eyes in thought. "I remember it was his first time and he got off
pretty quick...he talked to thank Seth but he yeah he was out of it. I was still hard and
he passed out before he even noticed."
"So maybe something about the bottom role burns him out." Roman mused.
John nodded, spreading his legs as Roman neared his ass. "Maybe. To me being a bottom is
the best feeling in the world...well in sex that is."
Roman crouched to gently wash John's ass including between them. "Everyone is different.
Your Daddy is the only one that will ever get me to feel that."
"Did you like the feeling?" John asked as he let Roman work.
"Yes...but...Something in me, I can't just turn that power over to anyone. I don't know
why he was different." He stood back up. "As you said maybe it is whatever this connection
is me and him have." He took a deep breath. "Thank you."
John moved until he was facing the Samoan again. "No, thank you, Sir. Do you want me to
clean your front?"
"I wasn't thank you for washing me, John. I was thanking you for allowing me into you and
Randy's life. You didn't need to share him and yourself with me."
"Oh...you're welcome." John paused to look up at him. "Even a blind man could see the
chemistry you two have. It would have been selfish on my part to say no. Also, I'm
grateful to have you in my life. You've shown me things as my Dom no one else has."
Roman nodded. "Selfish or not you didn't need to. I am glad to help you with any exposure
you wish."
John studied the eyes of his Dom, seeing real warmth in them for the first time. "Thank
you, Master." He almost whispered.
Roman almost had to tear his eyes away. "John...what do you feel towards me?"
John gave a shaky breath. "A l-lot of things...some confuse me...things like respect,
admiration, devotion, come easy..then a few new things lately..things I expected to only
feel for Randy." He paused. "Am I making things awkward for you?"
"Just trying to piece it together, John." Roman looked back at him. Even with the water
all around them he licked his lips. "I guess like Randy was with me for so long."
John nodded, his heart pounding. "Randy will always be my Daddy and the love of my
life...but I think I'm starting to feel something for you too." He paused as if nervous
to go on. "I had a fantasy where you...were kissing me. You and Daddy both."
Roman raised a brow. "How were we both kissing you?"
John looked down, trying not to blush. "I was in the middle of you both. You were in
front..kissing me and Randy was behind me..kissing my neck." He coughed nervously,
knowing he was ruining a good thing by being forward. "Never mind, Sir."
"No...no." Roman took a hand under John's jaw lifting it. "Do you...want to see how it feels
to kiss me?" He huffed a nervous breath. "Just once...if we feel nothing...it never needs
to be brought up again."
John knew if he never tried he would never know. "Yes...I do. But, Daddy...Would he
mind?"
"I don't think he would." The hand went from John's jaw to his cheek. "As we said...just
once to see."
"Y-Yes." John looked at his Master. "Please...kiss me."
Roman actually felt more nervous now than when he kissed Randy the first time. It was
just instinct then. He was unsure what drove him this time as his hand slid behind John's
head before he leaned in, allowing their lips to brush against each other.
John's eyes drifted closed as their lips met. Roman was only the second man he had ever
kissed despite his sexual past. He let Roman lead as always, feeling safe and comforted
unlike the fire he felt with Randy but just as welcome. After a moment Roman pulled back.
He gazed at John's eyes a moment. "How about we finish the shower and get out before we use
all the hotel's hot water, then talk?"
"Yes, Sir." John nodded with a faint smile. "Washing ourselves or did you need me to wash
your front?"
"I think ourselves." Roman told him before he focused on working. John turned his
attention to cleaning himself, the once warm water of the shower turning cooler. Once
John was done Roman reached to shut the water and waited for John to step out first before he
followed him.
John grabbed the one remaining towel and handed it to Roman. "Here, Master. I need to ask
for more."
"Well, we check out tomorrow don't we?" Roman asked taking the towel.
"True. Guess it will be fine then." John waited on Roman to dry himself.
"Any head towels left?" Roman asked as he started to dry his body.
John walked to look. "Yeah...two." He handed one to Roman for his long hair while keeping
the other to dry off with.
"Thanks." Roman took it to towel dry his hair before wrapping it up. He watched John,
trying to think of where to begin.
John could tell Roman seemed nervous and at a loss and his heart sank. "I...I wasn't any
good was I?" He asked finally. "You seem uneasy."
"No...you were good." Roman told him looking at him. "I was...I think I just over thought
things. It was sweet, why I have a feeling sweet is not what you were expecting."
"Well, you're only the second guy I ever kissed but honestly no, Sir. Guess it just took
me off guard." John admitted. "I guess from someone like you I expected something...hard
and passionate...taking charge to taste me. It wasn't bad...just shorter than I expected
after I see the way you kiss Randy." The Roman from his fantasy had definitely seemed
more into him but maybe that's all it was.
"I wouldn't mind...I don't know why...I felt, nervous kissing you. When I kissed and even
do kiss Randy, I just do it. I didn't think about it first."
John nodded, looking down. "It's fine...you and Randy come naturally. You can't force a
feeling." John felt more sad by the admission than he expected he would. He took a
breath. "Want to go check on my Daddy with me?"
"Sure, Johnny." Roman hated the sadness he felt from the older man. That was the last he
wanted. He had enjoyed the calm safe feeling the older man felt when they kissed no matter
for chaste and brief it was.
John walked to the next room, seeing his Daddy still laying on the bed. He decided to just focus on him and not the disappointment that somehow he did not bring out the same passion in his Master that Randy did. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning to brush his hand over Randy's forehead. "Hey, Daddy. You hear me?"
Randy mumbled slightly his eyes trying to open. "Hey, Babe." He gruffed out, even rougher from the half sleep state. Roman had followed John to check on Randy.
John could tell Randy was still exhausted. "Go back to sleep, Daddy. You're still tired." He whispered before looking at Roman. "I think I'll go to bed too. Long day."
"Need...to wash." Randy told him as he began to move. "Plus laying odd." He slowly went to sit up.
"You sure, Randy?" Roman asked and the older man nodded. "Okay." He walked closer to the bed. "Let me give you a hand."
John jumped up, needing something to do. "I'll go set the shower." He headed for the bathroom.
"I miss something?" Randy asked looking at Roman.
"Yeah...maybe." He filled Randy in when John was out of earshot. The older man looked at him.
"Were you nervous because you thought I would react bad?"
"No...maybe worried I don't feel for him like he thinks he does me. Maybe not being what he expects. Randy, it took you almost a year for you to come around." Randy lowered his head. "Hey, can't rush it, but I could feel the difference tonight."
Randy nodded. "Well don't rush it and if you ever just feel it with him, just try again. As you said you over thought it." He continued for the bathroom. "Sorry if I'm a little slow, Baby."
"It's okay." John offered a faint smile as he stood by the running shower. "I'm sorry but we're out of towels. Do you need me to dress and go ask for some at the front desk?"
"No...do we have any from earlier that may be dry enough. I just want to get clean enough to not dirty the bed if I move." Randy looked down seeing his dried cum on his lower stomach.
"I'll go see. Go ahead and hop in the shower if you want." John told him, taking off. Randy got in closing the door to begin washing. Roman just watched to make sure he was okay he realized Randy was right. He was over thinking, over analyzing things. John looked through the used towels, finding one that seemed dry enough. He looked forward to just curling up beside his Daddy and getting some rest.
Randy was done by the time John returned. "You always this fast?" Roman wondered.
"Well it's late and didn't want the water to wake me too much." Randy said.
"Here, Daddy." John handed him the towel. "This one seemed okay."
"I'm sure it is fine." Randy thanked him as he took it to dry off.
"John, how about you take the middle tonight?" Roman suggested.
"Okay, Sir." John honestly did not care where he slept as long as he could be by Randy. Randy dried and headed back for the bedroom. He looked the bed over. He just went to pull the top cover off tossing it down before climbing on the right side of the bed. John climbed in the middle, curling on his right side. He yawned, his eyes drifting closed.
Roman took the left after shutting the light. "Night, Guys."
"Night, Roman...Baby." Randy leaned over to kiss John's shoulder.
John moved so that he and Randy were close in the dark. "Kiss me?" He whispered. "Not my shoulder." He needed to feel wanted and desired by his boyfriend.
"Of course, Baby...you were just facing the wrong way." Randy reached for John in the dark brushing his face before leaning over to kiss him softly. "Better?" He whispered.
John shook his head before whispering, his voice husky. "No...please...kiss me like you do sometimes." He remembered how Roman and Randy had kissed earlier. "Like you...can't get enough of me." Randy moved move on his side to face John. He slipped his hand behind John's head to pull him closer until their lips met. He soon drew the kiss tighter. Their lips massaging the others until he parted his lips slightly to allow his tongue to wet John's lips.
John's eyes drifted closed although it was dark, getting lost in the kiss as he always did with Randy. He gladly parted his own lips so that their tongues could meet, gently caressing each other. Hearing them Roman rolled on his side away from them. He almost felt like an intruder on a private moment. Randy panted faintly for breath as the kiss broke. "Better now?" He asked in a low tone.
"Yeah...I love you so much, Big Daddy." John whispered. "Goodnight." He knew that no matter what happened with Roman he would always have Randy's love and that was enough.
"Night, Baby." Randy relaxed closing his eyes. John fell asleep within minutes, pressed against his lover's body. The next few weeks flew by with no major issues. It was time for Randy to leave the road for a few days to handle the business back in Nevada