Life As He Knew It (Open)

John smiled softly, blushing at Randy's words. "Okay... if you really like them... then I'll stop wearing colored contacts." He said, his green iris's lightening up a bit, as if changing to in impossibly brighter shade of green. "But these..." He said, reaching over to his coat, pulling out his glasses. "...you will never see me wear these. I look like a nerd...." He mumbled, holding up the modern pair of glasses. He knew he'd hurt his eyes without wearing them... but he was stubborn.

"John, dont be stupid. You'll hurt your eyes even more if you dont wear them. Stop being such a baby," Randy said sternly. He wasnt trying to be mean but he didnt want Johns eyesight to get worse.

John glared. "Fine... jackass..." He muttered and slipped on his glasses, tilting his head away so his curtain of hair was covering his face. He hated his glasses...

"Dont get mad at me. I only want whats best for you. Look at me, John," Randy said.

John grumbled incoherently and looked at Randy. "I look like a dork don't I?" He pouted.

Randy smiled. "You look adorable," he replied and kissed him gently.

John smiled softly. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until a random thought occurred to John. "Randy, do you masturbate?" He asked.

"'Course. Who doesn't?" Randy replied, glancing at John. "Why do you ask?"

John shrugged. "'Cause when you walked in on me doing it you acted like I was from another planet or something. And then afterwards you were so distant.... Do you.... not want me to do it or something?" He asked.

"I dont want to talk about it," Randy replied. He had completely forgotten about that.

"Alright." John sighed. He knew he would be doing it more often. With Randy injured, and even if he wasn't hurt, John always did all the work during sex. And like he said before, it was tiring and dissatisfying.

Randy bit his lip and looked away. He took a deep breath. "If you want a, um, fuck buddy or something, you have my permission," he said.

John sat up and looked at Randy like he'd gone mentally insane. "What the hell? Why the fuck would I want a fuck buddy?" He asked, wanting to slap Randy upside the head.

"For sex. I wont be able to for a while and Im not satisfying enough when I can," Randy replied sadly.

"Oh baby... You are very satisfying. Our first time was the best I ever had. It's just... we don't do it enough. And when we do... you really don't touch me. I just... I'd like you to be all over me for once, ya know? When we do it... I feel like you don't want me enough. Like I'm forcing you or have to coax you to do it." He admitted.

Randy didnt know what to say. Its not that he didnt like to have sex, or that he didnt want to have it with John. Lately he just hasnt... Been in the mood. He looked out the window. He felt... Ashamed. John deserved someone who wanted sex multiple times a day because he turned them on that much. Ever since his last one night stand (which happened to be a few weeks before he got Mono), he hasnt really been in the mood too much.

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