My Kinda Party

Carter shook his head, "I can do it..."

John sighed and let him go. "Okay..." He said, biting his lip.

Carter jogged until he reached the condo and practically collapsed.

John chuckled and helped Carter tot he elevator. "I told you, you shouldn't have jogged." He said.

"Ah, I had it," Carter shrugged.

Shawn sighed, "You need to learn control."

John sighed and helped inside the condo, to the couch. "You shouldn't push yourself to the point where you get hurt."

"Well, I give 100%." Carter shrugged.

John sighed. "Okay... want something for lunch?" He asked.

"Food," Carter yawned, after taking his pills.

John chuckled and looked at Carter and Shawn. "What do you guys want for lunch?" He asked.

Shawn smiled, "Something good babe."

Carter didn't respond, just curled up into Shawn.

John nodded, smiling at the two. "You look cute together." He chuckled before going into the kitchen, making each of his lover's their favorite sandwiches (which was cut down to something healthy).

Carter had fallen asleep curled into Shawn.

John chuckled and handed Shawn his sandwich. "I'll give him his food when he wakes up." He said, smiling before going back into the kitchen to clean.

Shawn called after John, "You can do that later."

John shrugged and went back over to him. "Really? I feel weird... I'm always cleaning or cooking or working. I'm used to not relaxing." He chuckled.

"Well if you get married to Carter, you're going to have to make him do all the work."

John frowned. "Why?" He asked, playing with a strand of his hair. John always did the work.

"Marriage is a compromise," Shawn shrugged, "you both do the work."

John shrugged. "I guess... I'm just used to it."

"Well so was I before I met Becca."

John nodded. "Is she gonna be okay with you going on the road again?" He asked.

"She divorced me." was Shawn's simple reply.

John blinked. "O-Oh... Any particular reason?" He asked with a sigh.

"A certain vixen's pictures she caught me masterbating to," shrugged Shawn.