My Kinda Party

John nodded. "You can sleep on my tour bus." He said. The got off the plane, got their luggage before John pulled Carter onto his private tour bus. The superstar's used the bus's because well... they were in England and they had no clue where to go.

"Yeh just live in the lap of luxury don't yeh?" Carter laughed.

John smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I do. Deal with it." He said, sitting on the couch and curling up in a fur blanket. "This one is faux fur, so relax." He chuckled.

Carter nodded and laid next to him, "Sorry to seem so prissy about the fur thing..."

John shrugged. "It's okay. It's understandable. I'm a million time prissier than you though. So I can't judge." He chuckled.

"I just...I'm kinda an animal person," Carter shrugged, "I'll have to take yeh huntin sometime though."

John blinked fearfully. "Um, no! No hunting..." He said. "And i have a dog... a gorgeous Dobermann. He's my baby."

"Why no...yer afraid of guns aintcha?" Carter asked, putting two and two together.

John bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah..." He admitted.

"Why? If yeh know how to use them, guns are perfectly harmless." Carter replied, "That is if yeh usin them right."

John winced. "I've had a rifle pointed at me once. Been scared ever since."

"Who the fuck pointed a rifle at yeh? I'll fuckin kill em!" Carter roared.

"I dated this guy... he was little rough with me. I tried to leave once, and he threatened to shoot me." John sighed, thinking of all the asshole and abusive bastard he's dated.

"I'll fuckin kill him if I ever see him," Carter growled. And he was serious.

John sighed and curled up against Carter. "Then you'd go to prison and I'd never see you again." He said sadly, looking up at Carter.

Carter laughed, "Fine, fine. I'll just have to protect yeh then wont' I?"

John smiled and nodded. "I guess you will. I'm a little trouble magnet." He chuckled.

"Please tell me yeh don't just go out looking for trouble." Carter asked, raising an eyebrow much in the style of The Rock.

John chuckled. "No, trouble just finds me. Fights... people trying to molest me at clubs... Hell, when I first started out, I was picked on a lot in the locker room." He chuckled.

"Not anymore they won't. If they do yeh come tell me," Carter instructed.

John chuckled an nodded. "Yes sir." He whispered, hissing Carter's cheek. He was so damn happy to have this souther cowboy.

Carter kissed him slowly, pulling John to rest on top of him.

John pressed close to him before blushing. "I uh... I want you, but I'm still sore from my match, and my ankle... I just... I'm sorry." He stuttered, wondering if Carter was making a move for sex.

"Didn't want sex, this is more comfortable than sleeping on a couch sitting up," Carter laughed.

"Oh... Okay then. Thanks." Joh said with a smile and rested his head against Carter;s chest, his eyes fluttering closed.