John stripped down in the bedroom, leaving on only his collar before joining Randy in the bathroom. Randy had already removed his shorts, turning as John entered. His licked his lips lightly as he looked him over.
"Too much to strip already?" John asked as he saw Randy looking.
"Be hard to shower clothed." Randy tried to joke.
"Sorry...guess I'm trying not to come on too strong." John said sheepishly.
"You're not, Babe. You're fine." Randy went to start the water.
"Okay." John walked to stand behind Randy. He was going to let his Daddy be in complete charge tonight and hopefully regain the dominant Viper he had once been or at least the confident Daddy. Randy went in and then waited for John before shutting the glass door. He chuckled faintly before moving to grab the wash cloth on the shelf.
"What's funny?" John asked, hearing the sound of the chuckle.
Randy turned to look at John. "Just thinking...how many of these have we shared in the past? Remembering one time...I think one of the first we felt how much...tension there was between us. The night we got stuck in that rundown roach infested motel. We were so worried there wouldn't be enough hot water for us to both shower." He laughed. "That and neither one of us wanted to be alone in the room while the other showered."
John laughed loudly at the memory. "Yeah, how could I forget? What a shit hole...We've definitely come up in class over the years."
"But we did a lot of...exploring that night." Randy chuckled, almost looking down.
"Yeah." John gave an intake of breath. "I couldn't stop checking you out...then you had me pinned against the shower wall...moaning as you stroked my cock...did we fuck that night or was it the next stop?"
"Not that night. We just kept touching each other. in the shower, in the bed." Randy's eyes looked distant at the memory.
John felt his cock twitch at the memory. "God, it was all so new that night. But once you started touching me I melted...no one else had ever made me feel that way before."
"God, you made me feel like an over excited teenager." Randy replied.
John grabbed the soap and began to wash himself as they talked. "I'm glad I made you feel that way...how long had you wanted me before you made your move?"
"Fuck, I don't even remember. I just...did." The younger man admitted.
John nodded. "Me too." He chuckled. "You were hot...are hot."
"Same, Babe." Randy admitted, his eyes taking in John's wet soapy body. He licked his lips before faintly biting his bottom lip.
John saw the way Randy was eying him but wanted his lover to make the moves. "Do you want to touch me now, Ran?" He asked softly. "Go back to the way we were that night?"
Randy nodded slowly before taking a step closer. "Maybe like back then." He said in a low tone. "Maybe I need to stop thinking...and just do what I feel."
John returned the nod. "Just do whatever feels right...feels good..I want you to touch me, Ran."
Randy gave an almost nervous smile as he reached to take the cloth from John. "At least no icy water to interrupt us." He dropped the cloth as he moved to almost press against John, their bodies flush under the spray.
John felt goosebumps form from the close contact, his blue eyes raising to look in Randy's steely blues. "Yeah...God, you're just as sexy six years later."
"Well...seven...almost eight since that night. We played cat and mouse for a while...claimed we were just buddies burning off road frustrations." Randy corrected him until he pushed more against John until he backed up against the wall. He leaned to kiss John's neck with a faint groan. His hand began slowly trailing down John's arm.
"Fuck." The older man breathed at the kiss, forgetting the conversation to focus on the electric flowing through him. John had missed this closeness with Randy through all the recent stress.
Randy moaned faintly as his hand reached John's hip, massaging it slowly. He could already feel the blood wanting to flood his cock. John's eyes drifted closed, giving a quiet groan as his legs parted on instinct as they often did when Randy loomed over him in an open invitation. He was a true bottom and it seemed his body subconsciously knew it. Randy slowly moved his lips from John's neck looking down at him. He took a faint breath before he leaned in to softly kiss John. His hand now drifting to John's cock, wrapping his fingers around the pliable length.
"Yeah...feels good.." John encouraged as he felt his member thick in Randy's grasp. He returned the gesture, moving his left hand down to begin stroking his Daddy's cock, heated pants leaving his lips. Randy tensed for just a moment, his actions stilling for a brief second before he allowed himself to relax. He lips crashed harder against John's pressing their chests tighter together as they stroked each other. Deep heated sounds went to leave his body.
John's body flooded with more heat as he groaned against Randy's lips, much like he had done that night many years ago. He stroked the thickening cock faster, feeling how stiff it grew under his touch. "Oh, fuck, Johnny." Randy moaned as their lips broke his head then resting on John's shoulder panting. He fought to remain focused and touch John as well, while part of him just wanted to stop and milk in the feeling.
"Does that feel good, Daddy?" John groaned as he stroked up and down Randy's cock. "I love touching you...just like that night I can't keep my hands to myself."
"Yeah, Baby." Randy almost shuddered against John. "So good." Randy braced his other hand against the wall behind John.
John went on instinct as he slowly dropped to his knees, wrapping his lips around Randy's cock to please him. The thick member was wet from the shower spray as the older man bobbed his head, pulling up on the hardened cock. "Fuck, Babe." Randy moaned out, now bracing both hands on the wall. "Fuck, that's good." He licked his lips. "Feels like it's been so long." He gave another deep moan.
John wanted everything between them to be aimed at Randy's pleasure. The man had been degraded and used by Dean and Brock so John wanted his boyfriend to feel loved and cared for. He used a hand to gently cup and squeeze Randy's balls while relaxing his throat to allow him even deeper. "Fuck, not gonna last, Babe." Randy panted, hanging his head down between his arm. His eyes opened to see John working. "Oh, fuck."
John wanted to feel his Daddy inside him more than anything but since his blowjob seemed to be giving his Daddy pleasure he did not want to stop. He continued his efforts, his eyes raising to look at Randy with love, something he never did while servicing his Master. Those eyes, the gaze to them was more then Randy could handle. His face started to scrunch up a little right before he came. "Oh, fuck, Johnny." He cried out, panting as he climaxed.
John swallowed all his Daddy gave before removing his mouth and standing slowly to his feet. "I'm glad I could make you feel good, Ran." Randy grabbed John, pulling him in close kissing him deeply and fully. His tongue ravaging John's mouth, tasting some of himself on the older man. As he did he took a hold of John's cock, stroking him again.
John's body shook at the two actions together, moaning as his cock throbbed under the touches. He allowed Randy to explore his mouth, their tongues rubbing together. Randy moaned faintly as he broke the kiss and whispered by John's ear. "You did, Baby. Oh, so good...now show me how good I make you feel."
John's body shuddered again as he let go, painting his lover's hand with his release as he came hard and strong. "Fuck." He whispered.
"That's a good Baby." Randy commented before kissing John again and slowly pulling away. "Okay...now time to clean." He chuckled.
John tried to gather himself with a small laugh as he moved to clean. "Okay, Daddy."
The two men showered then got out, dried off before climbing into the bed together. John moved to lay his head on Randy's chest. "That was good, Daddy."
"Yeah...it was. Thank you."
"You're welcome." John answered with a happy sigh. "It was every bit as good as it was back then."
Randy laughed. "Better. We didn't kiss back then."
"Nor did I give you one of my infamous blow jobs." John laughed against Randy's chest.
"True...we were just touchy touchy that night." Randy chuckled.
John gave another laugh. "Yeah we were awkward as hell but it was fun. Remember after the shower? We were rolling on that little bed and almost fell off!"
"Well, the room had two beds...but the damn heat broke." Randy remembered.
John chuckled. "We were plenty warm anyway as I recall. We ended up naked and sweating."
"Something like that."
John snorted. "Remember my pickup line? I love your tats."
"Yeah, not exactly prime quality there. Lucky for you I wanted to see how bad the good boy of the WWE could be."
"What me...bad?" John teased with false innocence. "I am a good boy. You corrupted me."
"Sure, Johnny, keep telling yourself that. We both know under all those corny phrases, goofy acting antics the Doctor was still in there." Randy laughed.
"Damn straight." John agreed, giving Randy's tanned chest a kiss. Randy chuckled, wrapping an arm around John. John yawned. Playing always seemed to wear him out.
"Nap time, Babe? Well, maybe sleep." Randy gave a faint wince. "May need a pill to sleep still."
John moved to stand. "I'll grab it for you." He headed for the carry bag where Randy kept his prescribed pills.
"Thanks, Johnny." Randy slowly sat up. He really hated the pills, but he knew he would need them for at least a week more.
"No problem." John gave Randy two pills along with a bottle of water he had brought up earlier. Randy took the two pills, downing them before setting the bottle on the nightstand.
"Okay, Babe. Sleep time." He smiled faintly. John climbed back in bed and snuggled close to Randy, his back facing the younger man so he could hold him. Randy saw how John was lying. He went to shut the bedside light before rolling on his side behind him, lightly draping his arm over his waist. "Night, Johnny."
"Night." John mumbled, closing his eyes with a smile. "No...poking me in the morning."
"Hey, you know I have no control over that viper." Randy chuckled.
John laughed. "I like your viper just fine." He felt himself drifting off to sleep. "Love you, Big Daddy."
"Love you too, Babe." Randy closed his eyes relaxing. First time in days honestly feeling himself relax. John fell into a deep sleep, relaxed by the nearness of the man he had loved and worried about.
It was mid-morning when a noise downstairs startled Randy from his sleep. The sudden jerk caused him to cringe. John felt Randy jerk and woke up with a start, jumping. "What is it, Ran?"
"Maybe nothing...I thought I heard something." Randy admitted.
There was a bang and John looked toward the door. "What the hell? Who would just walk on in this early?" He jumped from the bed and moved to pull on a pair of gym shorts.
Randy slowly moved of course his first instinct was that of panic. He then took a deep breath. "Yo-you said Roman was showing up today right?"
John looked a little uneasy himself. "Yeah but he doesn't know the security code to just come in I don't think." He looked at Randy. "Stay here. I'll be back." He walked quietly out the door to make his way downstairs, his body tense and ready to fight.
Randy moved to get shorts on. He didn't have a chance to tell John that he gave Roman the code a few months back. He went to his closet where he had a lock box, just in case he heard screams. John's heart pounded as he crept down the stairs, glancing around as he quietly began his search. Randy's parents never just entered after an embarrassing incident a few years ago and they were the only ones with the code. He crouched down as he walked, his face tense.
The noise was Roman in the kitchen. When he showed up with no answer he allowed himself inside and headed for the kitchen to work on breakfast to surprise the two guys. John crept through each room, seeing no one. When he heard a bang in the kitchen he jumped, looking around frantically for something to protect himself with. Seeing a golf umbrella by the closet he grabbed it and held it over his head as he neared the kitchen. Roman was removing some items from the fridge when he felt he was no longer alone. "Hey." He called out, his head still in the fridge. John saw a man and reacted on instinct, bringing down the umbrella to whack Roman on the head. Being a strong man he used so much force the umbrella cracked on impact.
The blow actually knocked the larger man to one knee. "WHAT THE HELL?!" He roared with a groan, holding the back of his head.
John's eyes widened as he took in a pissed off Roman. "Master! How did you get in? You scared the hell out of me!"
Roman slowly turned his head a glare to his eyes as he slowly stood back up. "I was given a key." He stated.
"Oh.." John gave a sheepish look as he looked at the ruined umbrella. "Sorry, Sir. I didn't know. I thought someone had broken in."
"I said hi BEFORE you crowned me." Roman told him. He moved his hand to check for blood.
"I d-didn't hear you." John felt bad as he looked at the Samoan. "You okay?"
"Yeah." He tried to calm down. "I guess I can't fault you for trying to protect yourself and Randy."
"I'm truly sorry, Sir." John said again. "As far as I knew only Randy's folks had the security code and they never just come in...after an incident a few years ago."
"Apology excepted." Roman went to focus back on the fridge.
"I'll go tell Ran everything is okay. He jumped when he heard the sound." John told Roman. "Then I'll be back to help you cook."
"Okay...may be good..." Roman stood up closing his eyes. "May want to let him know before you go in the room...he's very on edge. Don't want him trying to attack you."
John nodded, glad of Roman's abilities. "Yes, Sir." He hurried upstairs after throwing the broken umbrella away. When he reached the master bedroom he called out. "Everything is fine, Daddy. Roman is cooking breakfast."
"Wh-what was the yelling?" Randy turned back toward the closet, securing the handgun back in its lock box.
John looked sheepish as he walked into the room. "That was Roman screaming in pain. I broke your big umbrella over his head before I knew it was him."
"You what?!" Randy almost yelled as he turned. "Damn, Babe."
"Yeah he was bent over and I snuck up behind him and clocked him with it." John admitted. "I had no idea he knew your code to get in. I acted on reflex."
"Yeah...about three months ago." Randy admitted. "I didn't have time to tell you before you took off."
"Damn...well he forgave me and I'm heading back down to help cook." John said.
"Well, I guess I'll finish dressing...should I join you two or stay up here?"
"You can join if you want." John looked at himself, shrugging as he was only wearing a loose pair of gym shorts that hung low on him to expose his bare hip since he had not put on boxers. "Oh well. I'll dress later."
"Okay, Babe. See you in a bit."
John headed down to the kitchen, smelling food as he walked. "Back, Sir. Good thing I did as you told me...Randy had his handgun out."
"Yeah...with how jumpy he is that could have been bad." Roman told him as he worked on bacon.
John moved to grab dishes to set the table. "We were...intimate last night. It went pretty well. He didn't fuck me...we just messed around in the shower and I went down on him."
"Well, it is a good start. surprised after what you told me on the phone." Roman said.
"Yeah, we remembered back to the night in the hotel we first played around and kind of relived it." John told him as he set the table. "I focused on Randy's pleasure and let him make the moves."
"Hey whatever works." Roman smiled as he went to work on the eggs.
"Damn, we were so hot for each other back then but awkward as hell." John confided as he worked. "We were in this dump of a hotel and didn't want to shower alone."
"You were scared to shower alone?" Roman wondered.
"More like worried being in the room alone." Randy commented from the doorway. "The place looked ran down, had no heat, we were unsure how good the lock was. I forget anything, Babe?"
"Roaches..lots and lots of roaches. I was afraid to turn off the light." John laughed. He bent to set the table, unknowingly giving the two men a show of his bare hip and lower back as the shorts were too loose.
"How could I have forgotten?" Randy weakly laughed.
John finished setting the table and walked over to Roman. "All done, Sir. You need help?"
"You can plate the food that I am done with." He commented.
"You okay?" Randy asked. "John said he crowned you pretty good."
"Yeah...I have a thick head." Roman tried to laugh.
John tried to hide a smile as he plated the food but a snort of laughter escaped. "I was so fucking scared I almost tackled him."
"That would have been easier." Roman joked. "But I am sure you would have broken the fridge if you did though."
John tried to look repentant as he sat the food on the table. "I think I need a good spanking for hurting my Master."
"You just want to see how red I can get it don't you, Boy?" Roman told him.
John bit his lip, trying not to show his excitement at the idea. "Yes, Sir. Maybe...Just something about you using your hand on me."
"Maybe...we will see." He looked over at Randy. "Think you can handle that?"
"Won't know until we try." Randy said.
John had not really given much thought to the fact it might upset Randy. "Sorry, Daddy. I forgot."
"Don't apologize, Babe...I need to get past it."
"Just don't push yourself." Roman told him.
"I can always leave the room."
John nodded, moving to sit down. "We'll work through this, Ran. Give it time."
"I will." Randy said as he moved to sit.
John gave Randy a smile as they waited on Roman. "By the way your mom will be over sometime late afternoon."
"Um then playing may be an issue." Randy pointed out.
"Well, he said late morning." Roman joked as he joined them. "Actually afternoon he said."
"Guess we'd better not waste time then." John teased, digging in. The eggs were flavorful. "You're a good cook, Sir." Roman and Randy both chuckled. Randy hoped he was not rushing things. John ate heartily as he always hungry at breakfast. "Don't forget, Daddy. I'm making my famous Load Day double bacon mushroom swiss burgers tonight." He told Randy around bites.
"Oh boy." Randy groaned.
"Sounds good." Roman admitted.
John smiled as he looked at Roman. "I think you'll like them. I do homemade sweet potato fries as a side. That is unless Elaine brings a vat of chicken soup to drown us all in." Randy fights not to make a face which Roman laughed.
"What, don't like your mama's cooking?"
"Oh she's a great cook. She just think every ailment can be cured by chicken soup. She is a nurse for crying out loud. She should know better." Randy grumbled.
"She's a real sweetheart though." John said as he took a bite. The three men talked back and forth until breakfast was over. John stood up and began gathering the dishes. "It was good, Roman Sir."
"Thanks, Johnny." Roman replied.
John carried the dishes to the sink to rinse them before loading the dishwasher. As he bent his shorts fell a few inches down his ass. "Damn, I need boxers on." He chuckled.
"Why the way you talked you won't even be in those long." Randy joked.
"With any luck not too long, Sir." John agreed, laughing. "You could be one of those Doms who makes their sub walk around naked all day while home."
"In Florida maybe we will." Roman smirked.
John's face flushed at the idea as he loaded the dishwasher. The thought was very exciting to him. "Yes, Sir."
"Well, I guess I'm ready to head upstairs." Roman commented.
"Where's your suitcase?" Randy asked.
"In the foyer."
John finished up and joined them, grabbing Roman's suitcase. "Will you be sharing the master bedroom with us, Sir?"
"With Randy's mom around that may raise too many questions." Roman pointed out. He stood up along with Randy. They headed for the steps. "So I guess one of the spare rooms."
"Okay, I know a good one." John headed to a nice guest room next to the master room, sitting the suitcase on the bed. It had creamed colored walls with dark cherry wood paneling, a full size bed and dresser. The other two followed John.
"Is your mother staying, Randy?" Roman asked.
"I think it is a day to day thing. More than likely once John goes on the road." Randy said, knowing his mom well.
John turned to face them. "I hate it but I only get three more days off. Vince is about to explode as it is."
"Yeah, hate to admit it...but we owe Hunter a thank you." Randy told them.
"I agree. Guess he finally got over me." John joked.
"We can hope." Randy told him.
"Was it really that bad?" Roman wondered.
"Ask, Ran." John chuckled. "Hunter fucked up his schedule all the time...on purpose."
Roman looked at Randy. "Yep. Can't believe it took us years to realize it."
"That is fucked up." Roman replied.
"No kidding."
John walked over to the two taller men. "So, which of you wants to have their wicked way with me?" He grinned, his dimples popping.
The two men exchanged looks and Randy motioned. "I had fun last night." He chuckled.
"Well I have an idea. Mind if we take it to your room?" Roman asked.
"Sure, come on." Randy headed for the master suite with Roman following.