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This is a repost of the story I was writing with Waldron82 along with new content. This is the third in our series, the second that was being co-written. The other Stories are 'Fighting Demons of the past & Saving Super Cena. please enjoy. )

Late June

Sheamus got back to his hotel after his string of personal appearances for the day. He looked at the time and saw he actually still had time before he made his phone call. He decided to take a quick shower before he tried to get comfortable. How comfortable can someone really get spilling his heart out over a phone? He sat on the bed as he got ready to make his call. Dialing the number, he punched in a case code and then a pass code. He waited until the line picked up. "...Good afternoon, Dr...I guess I am doing about the same...aye...aye I am still having them, but not as often...I guess they are about the same as well...well I don't get to see them as much as I would like. ye know the hazard of travel...I want to, Doc, I am sure they do as well...how though?...I guess I can try...Of course I want to get better. Why else would I been talking to ye at least once a week? Sometimes more if I can get it in me schedule...Nay, Doc, I already told ye I am not doing the group thing. How can I if I can barely get in to see ye face to face...I will try Doc and let ye know how it goes...when I can once again our travel doesn't make it easy..." They talked more to fill in his appointed time before he hung up the phone.

Sheamus sighed, falling back on the bed with a sigh. He needed John &/or Randy's help to heal...to deal with the past. To do that though he had to come clean of what he had done the last couple months. Even if it was their suggestion he never told them he had talked to a therapist. He grabbed his phone, looking at the time. He opened a text. #You almost here Angel?# It was the first time he would get to see John in about two weeks. Even on the same show, the media schedule just made it hard. John was on his way to the hotel to meet up with Sheamus when he heard his phone go off. Glad that he was in a taxi and not driving a rental, John opened the text and smiled as he read it. He had missed his boyfriend and Master so damn much. It was hard to believe that two weeks had passed since he had last seen him. John had cursed his busy schedule every night as he slept alone without either of his two lovers. He hit reply and sent a message.

#Yes, will be there soon. Maybe 15 minutes or so? I missed you, Sweets.# John looked out the taxi window anxiously wishing that he could hurry up the driver. Sheamus felt nervous when he read John's reply. He was trying to calm himself; the closer John got the more his arms seemed to ache. Butterflies were in his stomach. He had a couple of days with John even with house shows before they would be heading up to John's parents. John's taxi pulled up in front of the hotel a short time later. He paid the driver and grabbed his bags out, heading for the front entrance. John sent Sheamus a text as he stood just outside the hotel's front door. #I'm here, Sweets. What is your room number?#

Sheamus picked up his phone feeling like a dunce. #Suite 1243...Champ has an image to keep.# He chuckled as he sent the message. John read the text and gathered his bags back up. In no time he found himself standing at Sheamus' room door. Suddenly feeling almost shy, John knocked on the door, balancing all his bags to keep from dropping them. Sheamus got up. He was in a white terry robe he threw on after the shower. He made sure it was secure before moving to open the door. "Hey, Fella...Come on in." He smiled, moving to let John past him before he lost control of the bags he was holding.
"Hey, Shea." John entered the room and sat all his bags on the floor as well as his black case that contained his WWE title belt. "Does it matter where I sit my bags?"
"Nay...make yerself comfortable." Sheamus shut the door and moved behind John. "I missed ye so much, Angel." He lightly placed his hands on John's hips. "Videos don't do the real thing justice."

John leaned back against Sheamus, closing his eyes a moment. "No they don't...You don't know how much I've missed you, Sweets...dreamed of you." Sheamus allowed his arms to drift around John's waist & rest his head on John's shoulder taking in feeling of being near him again. "Ye feel so good in me arms, Angel. They have felt so empty." He buried his face in John's neck and shoulder. He breathed in deep his scent. He moved to stand in front of John. Still holding him in his arms he leaned down to softly kiss John. "I hope our Viper hasn't been too rough on ye the last week."
John smiled fondly at the memory of his sexy times with Randy. "No, Sweets. Randy was very good to me. We had a good time but we both missed you."

"Aye..." Sheamus gave John a few more light kisses before letting go. He moved to sit on the couch as he started to get lost in thought. John stood, surprised by Sheamus' actions. "Is something the matter, Babe?" He gave his boyfriend a searching look.
"I been doing something the last few months...I am slightly...well, embarrassed." Sheamus sighed, folding his hands, almost wringing them together. John walked over to sit beside of Sheamus on the couch.
"Tell me." He said softly. "You know that you can tell me anything, Sweets. Anything."
"I have been talking to a therapist...ye know about me nightmares and things connected to it. I have had a few face to face sessions...but they also have done phone sessions with me." John let out the breath he didn't realize at first he was holding, almost sighing in relief that it was such welcome news instead of something terrible.

"That's wonderful, Shea. I was hoping that you would whenever you were ready."
"Thanks, Angel...She thinks I may need to tackle some of my fears head on...I would need your help...maybe Randy's"
"Head on?" John looked a little confused. "Sure, Babe. Anything I can do to help you. You name it and I'll do it if it's possible."
"Well ye know how I always need to see ye or Randy when we do stuff? She suggested things like being blindfolded. It can start as not even anything sexual...just being touched, maybe even moved somewhere. Trying to deal with sounds. I need to learn to trust my own mind...need to know I am safe from harm even if I don't see it all the time. If I saw ye in front of me...even if ye move away I should still know it is still ye when ye move out of my sight. Ye don't think I'm crazy do ye, Angel?"

"No." John answered firmly. "I do not think that you are crazy. Shea, you've been through hell. If I had been put in your shoes I honestly have no idea how I would react. It's only natural that you would need things to help you cope. You just tell me when you want to try something and what you want me to do and I'll do it. No shame. Ok?"
"Aye, Angel. Thanks...part of me would want to now...but ye just got in...plus I am already stressed over meeting yer family in a couple of days. I know ye keep trying to tell me it will be fine. I just can't help it."
John felt a twinge of guilt at Shea's words. "Am I adding more stress on you, Babe? I don't want that. I could go alone and you could come after they get more used to the idea." Sheamus reached to take his hand, giving it a light squeeze. He then kissed the back of it.
"I promised ye I would go."
"I know you did, Shea. It means a lot. I just have no idea how they are all going to handle the news." John answered, squeezing Sheamus' hand back slightly.

"Well, we will deal together..." Sheamus pulled John into his arms. "That is still a few days away."
"Yeah, maybe it's better not to dwell on it." John laid his head on Sheamus' chest. "Damn...I've missed this so much."
"Ye wish to catch a shower after yer flight...or just kick yer shoes off to relax?"
"I think I'll go grab a quick shower. That sounds good right about now." John eyed Sheamus in his robe. "Then I can go get dressed in something more casual too." Sheamus' cheeks gained a faint pink tint at the way John was eyeing him.
"Angel...ma-maybe we can try a little something after ye get out...ju-just ne-need to find something to use as a blindfold. Um...or should we wait to tell Randy what I have been doing?" He looked unsure.

John grew thoughtful at the question. "It's your call, Babe. But I'm willing if you want to. I know that Randy can sometimes have a hard time dealing with emotional things...Although he has gotten much better. I have some suit ties in my bag that would probably work if you want to use one of those."
"Ok, Angel...if I don't I'll just keep putting it off...go get cleaned up."
John got up and went through his bags, pulling out one of his dark blue ties and laying it on the bed. He pulled out a clean pair of boxers and his body wash and headed for the hotel bathroom. "Be back in a few minutes, Baby."
"Ok, Angel, go enjoy...I ain't going anywhere."

After John left the room Sheamus looked over the tie. He picked it up, looking it over. His hands lightly shook as he thought over the use the tie was going to be used for. His fingers felt over the smooth fabric. He briefly raised it to his eyes to see how much light it blocked. He then lowered it back to the bed, letting go of it. He started walking around the room, trying to calm down. John took a quick shower, wondering what Sheamus was going to ask him to do. He cleaned himself and then dried off, putting nothing back on but his clean boxers. Walking back into the main room, John saw Sheamus pacing. "Sweets...We don't have to..."
Sheamus stopped, looking at him. "Nay, Angel...I trust ye...I'm just nervous. If I don't try I will just keep making excuses. I don't want ye or Randy to feel ye need to keep walking on egg shells and worry ye may make a wrong move. Just knowing a first attempt...I don't know how well I will do...will ye be ok if I need to stop what we are doing?"

"I sure will. You stop anytime you feel like it, Sweets. You just say the word." John tried to give his lover his best reassuring smile. "This is all about you, Love."
"Thank ye, Angel." Sheamus walked over to John. He leaned down to give him a light kiss. "Just blindfold me...then...go from there...I trust ye. If I seem the start to get nervous...talk to me...Try to keep me centered on ye.."
John picked up the tie, feeling a bit nervous himself. "You may have to bend over or sit down, Sweets. You're tall." John laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Sheamus moved to sit on the bed. He looked at John, taking a few deep breaths before he lightly closed his eyes. John walked over to the bed and climbed behind Sheamus, tying the tie securely around his Irish lover's head. He rested his hands on Sheamus' shoulders to comfort him. "What do you want me to do now, Sweets?" He asked, trying to keep his voice soothing.

"Whatever ye want, Angel...I am yours to control...just start with small things..." John gulped, not used to the feeling of being the one in complete control. He was not sure that he enjoyed the feeling. "O-Ok." He leaned over and began planting soft kisses all over the back of Sheamus' neck. "I-If you are talking about sex...I don't know how comfortable I am with topping again. Since I took you as my Master...Just feels strange somehow."
Sheamus voice shook a little. "Nay...no-not se-sex...I-I th-think I-I'll ne-need to build up to that..." He sighed. "Re-remember I freaked wh-when ye were ju-just playing around...the massage...I...I need to learn to tr-trust wh-what I ca-can't see."