What I do for love
“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”
-Henri Bergson
Aquamarine pools of deception, had never painted a clearer picture than that of a monster toying with its next victim. Or at least that’s what John saw in the depths of the man he had allowed to pry his heart open and inject deadly poison deep within his veins. Poison so indictable that he himself hadn’t realized the venomous bite of the slippery viper until it was too late, until he had already bent and broke to the every whim of the spineless predator.
“Come on Johnny boy, one more…for me baby,” the apex predator hissed licking a slow hot trail along the shell of John’s ear. Allowing tawny skin to slid down against jean clad thighs to ghost along the V-line hidden deep within the fabric, smoldering lips of danger drifting along the nap of John’s chilled neck. Blood rushing everywhere at once, touching the tips of his paling cheeks to stain them with a soft strawberry glow, his hidden member spring awake from its slumber with the slightest breath of the taller male.
“Ok Randy, for you,” John breathed, his heart seeming to stop while he felt Randy slid around him. His face mere inches from his own, drinking in the strong smirk of confidence and the radiance of his face; the smooth texture of his face molding properly with the steel and fixating icy eyes of the predator, of the man he….. No, he couldn’t mutter those words, at least not aloud, not when his very world was standing so close to him that the rapture of his beating heart was tricking John’s into keeping rhythm.
“Good….and if you’re a good boy Johnny, maybe just maybe, I’ll give you a little treat for your work,” Randy leaned forward, gliding his smooth lips grace across John’s trembling ones, sealing the deal with a silent reminder of just what he was capable of when the lights were turned down low; or at least when he felt hungry enough. John shuttered at the promise, watching with childish eyes of longing as his air walked away from him. His body retreating from the intense gaze of John’s girlish love lock, swallowing a hard lump in his throat John sighed in shame.
It was so easy to do as Randy bided when he was in the room, but once gone it was shameful, hateful, and soul sucking. With heavy feet and a heavier heart John pushed off the lockers, dragging his feet of lead along the hallways in search of his next assignment, his next favor for his beloved. How he could allow his body to be used and abused in such a manor he hadn’t the slightest idea, but all he knew was the quicker he got this over with the quicker he could forget it had happened at all, that they all happened at all.
Glancing up at the cheap oak door he clenched his fist, the main locker room standing so hauntingly in front of him. He was a star, the face of the company and here he was knocking on the door of the wrestlers less achieved than he. With a creaking groan the door opened, stale green gems staring back at him with utter lust and enjoyment. “What took ya?” The cool voice of the Celtic warrior dripped upon his ears.
“Let’s just get this over with,” John urged slipping pass the snowy skinned man to stand in the looming darkness of the room. John hated himself, he hated this, but most of all he hated the things he would do, for the man he was scared to say he fallen for.