Life As He Knew It (Open)

John huffed. "Fine." he grumbled, crawling back into bed. "I know I have to get this whole sleep disorder thing check out. Last night wasn't even a bad one." He said, laying down next to Randy.

"Dont huff. It doesnt suit you," Randy said, wrapping his arms around John.

John chuckled, his anger forgotten. He looked up at Randy, his finger running along the older's bottom lip. "I really wanna kiss you..." He whispered, moving closer, leaning in.

"Dont," Randy stopped him, opening his eyes and looking at him.

John whimpered. "C'mon Randy, I'll be fine." He said, trying to lean in once more.

"John, please. Our first kiss isnt gonna be when Im so out of my mind from being sick I cant appreciate it," he said.

John sighed. "Alright." he said, his lips forming into a sexy pout.

Randy groaned, looking away. "Dont pout like that," he said.

John's pout didn't waver. Instead he looked at Randy, his brown eyes becoming big and glassy.

Randy groaned. "Baby, come on. Please," he pleaded.

"Well who the hell gave you mono anyway? Who's the bitch that infected my baby? I want a name, now!" John growled in all his kitten-like fury.

"Who knows? It could be any number of people," Randy said, looking away again.

John frowned. "What do you mean any number of people?" He asked.

"I mean that its no secret I used to be a whore, John," Randy spat bitterly, disgysted with himself.

"Hey, look at me." John snapped, grabbing Randy by the chin, forcing him to look at him. "You're not a whore, you may have acted like one, but you're not a whore. I used to sleep around, too. Don't forget I had the reputation of being the locker room's favorite midnight snack. I know what a real whore is. A real whore wouldn't be here...with me. A real whore wouldn't be holding me during the night while I screamed and cried. A real whore wouldn't have gave two shits if they gave me mono. So don't you ever fucking call yourself a whore, understand?!" John snarled. John never got angry, never really swore. But he wasn't angry at Randy, he just wanted him to listen.

Randy nodded, a little scared of this side of John. At least they had something in common...

John closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming down. He looked over at Randy, smiling slightly. "Sorry about that... I just don't want you to ever talk badly about yourself. And I better not hear it again." He said, settling back in Randy's arm.

Randy just sighed softly, kissing the top of Johns head. That was easier said than done.

They sat in silence for a while. "So you really won't let me touch you?" He suddenly asked, his hand going down to stroke and massage Randy's thigh.

"Touch me all you want. Just no mouth-to-mouth," he said, smiling.

John smiled, slithering under the blankets and in between Randy's legs. His hands moved up Randy's thighs, to massage the older's crotch.

Randy bit his lip, closing his eyes. "John..." he moaned.

John smirked, going to undo Randy's pants, releasing his hard cock. John leaned it, his hot breath grazing over Randy's shaft.

Randy shivered, his hands tangling themselves in Johns hair. "Johnny, please.." he whimpered.

John swiped his tongue slowly up Randy's shaft, before moving his lips, gently suck on the swollen head of Randy's cock.