Life As He Knew It (Open)

John sighed but agreed. He didn't wanna eat, but he'd do it for it Randy. "Okay, I promise." He said. "Can you ask these people when I can leave? It smells like sick people and rubb-" he started until Randy cut him off.

"I got it. I got it," Randy said, standing up and stumbling a bit before he regained his balance and walked out, groaning with every slow step. He asked the doctor when he could leave and went back to John. "They said they want to keep you overnight, just in case," he reported as he slowly and painfully sat down. He wished the drugs would come back. "What was I like on drugs?"

John nodded. "Yeah. Apparently, you threw a fit and they sedated you. I knew you were drugged because you said things like 'fantabulous'." He chuckled.

Randy snorted. "My voice is too deep for the word 'fantabulous'," he replied.

"I know, that's why it was funny." John said, laighing before groaning, his hand going to rub the foam brace. "Damn, hurts to laugh." He said. He looked at Randy. "My voice isn't deep, but at least I don't sound like tranny." He stated.

Randy scowled. "I dont think I should stay if you're gonna make fun of me," he said, pouting.

John raised a brow. "Like you'd really leave when I'm in pain. And don't pout like that. Makes me wanna jump you, and I can't do that." He said with a pout of his own.

"You wanna beat me up because I pouted? That doesnt make a whole lotta sense to me," Randy said, frowning.

John gave him a look. "You hot, but not bright. Jump you as in, kiss you." He chuckled before groaning, the laughter causing pain to his neck.

"Where Im from, 'jump' means 'beat up', so excuse me if I dont get you L.A. city boy lingo," Randy said, rolling his eyes. "And just because Im not as smart as you does not mean Im not smart."

John rolled his eyes. "Damn country boys..." He muttered. "You're smart, but not at my level. I coulda been the Presidant of the fucking United States.... Or some office position.... Screw that, like I could run a country." He snorted.

"I probly woulda moved to Canada if you became President," Randy stated. He loved John but he was a little too unstable for that stress level.

John rolled his eyes. "Damn country boys..." He muttered. "And I don't blame you. I'm too emotiomally unstable to run a country. If I cant take care of myself, how am I gonna take care of our kids someday?" He asked.

"You act like you'll be the only one taking care of them," Randy said, gently taking Johns hand in his.

John sighed. "I know I won't. But I just... I don't wanna be a bad influence. I wanna slow down with the drinking and partying... But its hard." He said. "When do you wanna have kids? Like... How long after we're married?" He asked.

"I dont know, Johnny," Randy replied. He wants kids but hes still got a few years left.

John sighed and nodded, his eyes becoming heavy. "I'm gonna sleep now..." He murmured, falling asleep.

Randy chuckled. He sighed, running the back of his hand gently along his jaw. "I love you," he whispered before kissing his cheek.

John smiled a little in his sleep, wanting to press against Randy's hand, but unable because of his neck. He sighed, dreaming of his amd Randy's wedding. He couldn't wait to be Jonathan Randal Orton.

Randy smiled and kissed Johns cheek. He got up and headed out of the room in search of coffee.

John whimpered when he heard Randy's footsteps leave the room. If he got sad when Randy left the room, he wonder how he would deal if they were to be apart for two whole weeks.

Randy arrived a few minutes later with an iced coffee. He sat back down next to John and drank his coffee, sighing as the cold, bittersweet liquid slid down his throat and re-energized him.

John talked in his sleep. "Mm... Randy, Teddy... fuck me... both... fuck me..." He murmured, dreaming of a threesome. He felt a little guilty for dreaming about a threesome with Randy and Ted, but he couldn't help it...

Randy frowned. Teddy? He wanted... Teddy? He frowned more, his chest aching.

John groaned. "Both.. you... fuck me..." He whimpered before shifting his hips slightly, cumming in his hospital gown. He would have thrashed more, but his motions were limited due to his neck. He awoke, looking at Randy and realizing he saw and heard him. "O-Oh... Oh god, I-I'm sorry..." He stuttered, feeling guilty about his dream.