My Kinda Party

John glared at her. "Geez, either your on PMS, or you really need to get laid."

"Why, I am on PMS thank you for noticin," Nolee rolled her eyes. "And I'm having cramps like a mother fucker."

"Watch your language," Carter frowned.

"Okay buddy where do you get off on tellin me what to do? Are you my father, I don't think so."

John glared. "Watch yourself. He didn't do anything wrong. You need to chill the hell out." He snapped.

"He's telling me what to do Johnny!" Nolee pointed out, "I just meet the guy yesterday and he thinks he's the boss of me..."

Carter looked at JOhnny sadly, "Lets get outta here."

John sighed and got out of the booth. "Text when you calm down." He muttered and pulled Carter out of the restaurant and up to his hotel room. "Damn women and their PMS..." He grumbled to himself.

Carter was near tears but he didn't let Johnny see him. Eight years and he couldn't even tell her that he was her brother when he found her. "Yeah..." he agreed half-heartedly.

John looked at Carter and saw the sadness in his eyes. He sighed and wrapped his arms around him. "Look, just let her cool off and then we'll talk to her, okay? She's not usually like that. You know women and their stupid hormones..." He muttered.

Carter nodded, wiping at his eyes. "Yeh must think I'm a pussy for cryin'..."

John frowned. "Why would I think that? It's okay to cry. I'm an overemotional sissy, and I cry a lot... so prepare yourself." He chuckled, kissing Carter and pulling him into his hotel room.

Carter sighed, "My...my first was this guy named Eric Westerly. Eric was sweet to me...until I cried when watching a movie. He told me only pussies cried."

John frowned. "Well, he's an ass in reality is the type of guy cried watching Oprah... not that there's anything wrong with that if you do." He said. "I don't care what that guy said, it's healthy to cry. And I won't think you any less a man for doing it. It'd make me a hypocrite if I did." He said. "My first was with Shawn Michaels..."

Carter removed his white cowboy hat to show his dark shaved brown head, eyes wide in wonder. "Yeh...yeh slept with Shawn Micheals? That man is my idol..."

John bit his lip and blushed. "Y-Yeah... I gave him my virginity. I loved him. He was real sweet to me. But he had kids. He said he'd loose his kids if he left his wife." He sighed. "Do you like... think I'm a slut now?" He asked sadly.

Carter shook his head, "No sir. How can I think yeh a slut when I've been with so many men in different towns that I wasn't sure if they loved me of if they just wanted the reputation of having slept with me." He scratched his head, "I...I wasn't happy with myself for a while. I felt useless after my mother and father died. Sure they kicked me out but they were my folks."

John nodded slowly. "Well My Daddy... I'm like Daddy's princess." He chuckled, sitting on the bed and pulling Carter with him. "And why weren't you happy with yourself?"

"I was going no where in a hurry. I burned through guys like they were a different set of clothes to try on each day, I was into...into drugs," Carter had never admitted this to anyone. Those were his dark days and after the way he had bashed Jeff earlier, he knew he was a hypocrite. He knew he was a hypocrite the moment he had said it. But surely Johnny wouldn't like him if he found out. "I wasn't the me I liked. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror..."

John nodded slowly. "Well... that's in the past. The old you. This is the now. And you have me now. Everybody makes mistakes. I made my fair share of mistakes. I still wanna be with you..." He whispered.

"I bet your mistakes haven't taken away the thigns you care abotu most..." Carter frowned, looking at his lap ashamed.

John sighed. "I made a mistake in gymnastics. I was a nervous. I had taken some sorta drug before Nationals. And while I was doing the vault, the drugs fucked me up and I wasn't fast enough. I landed on my head, and the ended my gymnastic career. I was paralyzed from the neck down. I had to learn how to walk again. Then I had to learn a new career, which is wrestling... All because of some drug I took, thinking it would relax me.

Carter looked at Johnny and embraced him in a warm hug, "I'm so sorry yeh had to learn a new career. That musta been tough for yeh."

John smiled softly and pressed close to Carter. "Yeah, it was very hard to deal with. On minute your on top of the world, I'm a gold medalist. THe next... I'm learning how to walk." He said, running a hand through his hair. "But I'm a wrestler now and I'm very happy where I am now."

"That's...that's good..." the nearness of his boyfriend was making him want John, but he didn't move. He just held his boyfriend and smiled at him. When John wanted,if John wanted, John would make the first move.

John would have made a move, but John was tired and he had a show soon. So he just curled up to Carter. He sighed. "I gotta travel soon..." He said sadly, realizing he'd have to leave Carter.

Carter looked at him, "Take me with you Johnny. Take me on the road, I can't stop with the WWE until I know Nolee accepts me as her brother anyways. I'll...I'll get a job workin with yeh guys or something."

John smiled. "You don't have to do that. I can more than afford the travel expenses for both of us. After tonight's show, tomorrow the roster's going to England. You'll have to pack." He said, smiling.