From Scratch

John made eye contact with Glenn, and winked at him before the waitress brought his food over. He wished Big Show would just disappear, for Jon had the intention of going over there before the big guy showed up. He sighed and started to eat. He didn't like how close Glenn and Show were.

It would make John's plans for Kane all messed up. Because he wanted Glenn. He wanted him bad. And he would have him, in every way possible, no matter how much it took.

Flustered at the wink Glenn scowled harder and made the mental note to keep his eyes on his plate while he ate; and hoped that he wouldn't choke as he intended on inhaling everything as quickly as possible. Across from him Show sat quietly regarding him and after a moment he growled lowly.

"What?"

"Nothing. You just seem really on edge today. What crawled up your butt and died?"

"Nothing crawled up my ass." Glenn thundered, turning red as everyone within hearing distance turned around and stared at him while Show laughed. "You're going to die Paul. Just to let you know that." He hissed as he dropped his head again, feeling surround and boxed in with no way of escape.

John's eyes bored into Glenn, his green iris's shining with lust as he eyed the bigger man. But behind the lust was something more. He sighed, wanting Show to leave so he could talk to Glenn. He knew he was stuck in Glenn's mind. He knew he was under his skin. And he knew he intrigued Glenn. And in John's book, that was one step closer to his goal.

"Well maybe that's not the reason, maybe you need something go up your ass to make you feel better."

Glenn scowled even harder and threw his napkin at Show before getting up from the table and leaving, storming from the room and heading to anywhere else but there. Ad he rounded the corner the sigh for the spa came into view and grinned; what better way to calm down than nice long steam.

Hurrying he ducked in and after making sure the steam room was empty he shucked his clothes and found himself self a corner, sighing in near relief as the steam coiled around him.

John smirked as he saw Glenn go into the spa. The perfect setup. He paid for his meal before quietly going into the spa. He stripped off his cloths and wrapped a towel around his waist. It rode low, his tan, tight body glistening with steam as he walked into the steam room. It was just him and Glenn in their.

He sat on the bench across from Glenn, crossing his lags and his stomach muscles tightening as he eyes Glenn. "Hello there." He purred.

Glenn opened an eye and looked at John, his scowl from earlier back on his face.

"Is today annoy Glenn day?" He grumped.

He tried to look anywhere but at Johns chest annoyed that the sight of the bronzed skin shining with steam and sweat was effecting him enough to make him cross his legs. With a sigh he leaned his head back and spoke low.

"To what do I owe the pleasure today?"

John chuckled lightly, and flexed the muscles in his tan chest as he eyed Glenn. He smirked slightly when he saw Glenn cross his legs. "No, it's not annoy Glenn day. But..." He whispered, getting up and prowling towards Glenn in a seductive walk. "It's time to play." He whispered in Glenn's ear. He looked down at the towel around his waist.

"Come on, Glenn. You know you wanna take it off..." He breathed, his towel already riding low on his lithe hips.

Glenn pursed his lips, trying to act as if John wasn't affecting him. "I'm not Hunter, I don't play"

He shifted away a bit his eyes still looking everywhere but at John. Show's words came back to haunt him and he swallowed; it had been a long time since he'd had any sort of contact what so ever so he was sorely tempted by Johns blatant offer.

John raised a brow. "Is that so. Well then..." He said and grabbed Glenn's hand. "You're going fuck me..." He said and put his hand on his ass. "And you're gonna fucking love it." He purred in Glenn's ear as he let his towel fell to the ground. He smirked. "C'mon... you know you want to." He whispered, slowly straddling Glenn.

Glenn's eyes widened and his nose flared as his hand was placed on John's ass. Unable to stop himself he squeezed, pulling John closer and holding him there as he whispered in John's ear.

"What makes you think that? Just because you've come in here baring your body to me and telling what I'm going to do? News flash, I'm my own Man John, I don't take directions from anyone."

Though his words spoke of denial and held a hint of coolness he couldn't deny that John felt real good sitting in his lap; something that his body was coming to realize and realize quickly.

John smirked as he felt Glenn getting hard against his ass. "Your words are cheap. I know you want it. I can feel it." He breath and pressed his ass right against Glenn's hard on. It good tone close to the other man.

"Stop being a stubborn ass and just fuck me." He hissed, feeling his need burn in his groin. "You know, and I know, we both fucking want it."

Glenn brought a hand up and twisted his fingers in John's hair, pulling his head back a bit and biting down on John's throat.

"Just because you want something, doesn't mean you have to get it." He purred as he stood and sat John off to the side.

His body screamed at him, calling him every name in the book but his own. John did have a point, he did want it, and he wanted it bad. But he wasn't going to give in to it. Besides he refused to the next in the long line of conquests in Johns book.

John growled. "Glenn, you'll give in eventually. You and I both know it." He said with a slight smirk. He'd get Glenn, one way or another. He'd get him. He'd fuck him. He'd have G;ann in every way possible. Call it obsession. Infatuation. Or simply feelings. He just... want Glenn. Needed the man for some odd reason.

Glenn leaned down and teases a kiss to John's lips. "That maybe, but that is eventually, and that can be any time from here to eternity."

The move closer proved to be a mistake as did the teasing kiss because before Glenn could stop himself he was kissing John hard, his hand fisted in his hair as he claimed John's lips. His tongue tastes possessively as his hands slid down John's body, ending at his groin as he stroked him slowly.

John moaned, kissing back, his body arching as Glenn started stroking him slowly. "Fuck..." He groaned against the other's man's lips, his hips bucking into Glenn's hands.

Looks like it was here. He spread his legs wider, inviting Glenn before he kiss back just as possessively. "Fuck me." He hissed, his nails digging into Glenn's shoulders.

The sting of John's nails against his skin had his eyes rolling back and body moved as if on auto pilot. He picked John up and growling deep in his throat, pinned him to the wall and slid home; hissing as he was hugged intimately and tightly. He started a rough pace, his body already sweat sheened from the steam but his eyes closed as he worked to take them to the highest peak.

His movements were interspersed with bites and large marks left behind from where he sucked on the flesh until it was raw. with it having been so long since he'd had any contact it didn't take long for him crest and as he toppled over he started to stroke John in time with the frenzied thrusting of his hips, growling at him to join him or else be left behind to take care of himself.

John's eye rolled in the back of his head as the pain mixed with immense pleasure. He let out loud, intense moans and screams as Glenn thrusted in and out of him at a rough pace. It felt so damn good.

He let a louder scream as Glenn slammed into his sweet spot. He felt his climax burn in his groin as Glenn stroked him, not at all wanting to be left behind. He came long and hard all over their chest, his walls clenching around Glenn, milking everything the other man had.

Taking deep ragged breaths he pulled his softening length from John and slowly let him down, his eyes glazed over as he sat down heavily on one of the benches. Even though he was drained for the moment he was annoyed at himself and when he felt enough strength gather in his legs he stood and grabbed his towel, stalking from the spa and slamming the door shut behind him.

John panted, trying to regain the strength in his legs. He smirked tiredly. "He'll be back..." He breathed to himself before he slowly got up, wrapping a towel around his waist. He knew for a fact Glenn would want more now that he had a taste of John.

Glenn didn't stop to give anyone the time of day as he moved through the hotel, he didn't care if he offended anyone with his towel only nakedness. In fact he smirked as he passed Mark and his newest sex toy, winking as he was checked from head to toe.

There was only one down fall to his plan, his key card to his room was in his pants and his pants were still in the spa. He palmed his face and growled as he turned and started back to the spa to retrieve his property.

John slowly dressed, trying to avoid the pain in his rear end from the rough screwing Glenn had finally given him. Probably one of the best fucks he'd ever had. And he wanted more. More of Glenn. He raised a brow, realizing Glenn left his things.

He grabbed the belongings and headed to find Glenn. John smirked when he saw the bigger man, already heading back towards the spa. He held up Glenn's things. "Forget something, big guy?"

Glenn scowled and jerked his clothes away, the keycard to his room tumbling from his pocket to the floor. Unfortunately Glenn didn't see it fall and since he was already sore at John for trapping him he just turned on his heel and stormed away, not evening caring that the towel around his waist gapped open and showed off a pale white ass cheek.

He wanted nothing more than to disappear into his room and just sleep off his sudden headache but as he dug around into his pants pocket he came up empty. With a frustrated growl he slammed his fist into the door, the wood crcking under the blow.

"Hey there killer, what'd the door ever do to you?"

Slowly he turned around and raised a nonexistant eyebrow at the grinning bald man whom was leaning against the door.

"Show..."

Show just grinned and motioned for him to follow him. "C'mon. You can get dressed in my room. I don't think you want Kanes' mystique taken away."

Glenn frowned at Show but followed him anyways, his mind back on John and the encounter in the spa.

John simply chuckled as watched the big man go, his eyes glued to his ass until he disappeared around the corner. He glance down at the ground and saw Glenn's key card. He smirked and picked it up.

Man can't keep track of his stuff. He thought with a cool smile. He looked at the room number on the card and started walking.

He got to Glenn's room and opened the door, silently walking in. He didn't see Glenn, though he half expected the man to bust the door open with his foot out of pure filtration. He chuckled and slipped off his shirt.

He poured himself a glass of wine and sat not the bed, deciding to leave his pants one. John always enjoyed giving people a little surprise. So he sat, sipping his wine, shirtless, legs crossed as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Glenn to come in and have a fit.

Glenn was beyond aggravated with himself for giving to John. It wasn't that hadn't of enjoyed it-he had, maybe way too much-but he always preferred for sexual encounters to be on his own terms. And so far nothing with John had been on his terms and threw off his sense of power.

Show had kept him hidden away in his room until the need to put his fist through anything that moved had passed and for that he was glad. Not to mention the savage make out session they had found themselves had helped as well. It was one of the reasons he let the bald man so close to him, he didn't have to worry about breaking him.

Finally he had another keycard and let himself into his room, stopping when he seen John relaxing on his bed. With a scowl he slammed to door and glared at the shorter man.

"What in the fuck are you doing here? And how the fuck did you get in?"

John looked into his second cup of wine. He was a little buzzed, but not nearly shitfaced. He smiled sweetly at Glenn. "Relaxing. But I thought I could.... relax you." He purred.

He pulled out the keycard and tossed it to Glenn. "Keep better track of your things Glenn." He chuckled. He held up his glass after refilling it, a sultry smirk dancing on his pouty lips.

"Wine?" He purred.