Life As He Knew It (Open)

John just chuckled as he washed himself off. He sighed as his ass started to hurt. "Dammit, people are gonna laugh at me 'cause I'm gonna be walking funny... thank to you." John pouted.

"Thanks to me? You were the one screaming for more," Randy replied, washing the soap off his body.

John blushed as the water washed the soap down his body. "Yeah... I'm sure the whole hotel heard that." He said. "I can't help it... I'm a screamer." He chuckled, his face still flush red.

Randy chuckled at Johns red face. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Turns me on," he replied, pulking John to him and kissing him.

John smiled. "I'll remember that." He whispered before going back to washing his hair. When he finished cleaning himself, he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before going through his many... many... many cloths, looking for something to wear.

Randy followed suit, though he put on the first things he pulled out. "Johnny, just put some clothes on. You look sexy in anything," he said.

John sighed. "I know that... but still...' he trailed off, digging through his many suitcases before finally settling on black jeans and a dark, navy blue sweater. After he got dressed, he went to the bathroom to do his hair.

Randy rolled his eyes, looking at the time. "10 minute, baby!" he called.

John rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." He muttered, turning on his hairdryer and trying to do his hair as quickly as possible. He hummed to himself as he tried to blow-dry out his curls until he heard a knock on the door.

Randy groaned as someone knocked. "Five minutes, baby!" Randy called, walking to the door and answering it.

John scoffed. "Five minutes, my sexy ass!" John yelled, and started sining to himself, slowly shaking his hips in the mirror. He sighed, deciding he was fine and he didn't have any more time, so he out to the living room to meet Randy.

"About damn time," Randy mumbled, grabbing his cell and keycard.

John just stuck his tongue out at Randy before grabbing his phone, keycard and keys. "I'm driving." He sang, skipping out the door.

"How about no?" Randy said, following John. He was anal about driving.

John turning around to face Randy, pouting. "Please?" he whimpered, his eyes once again becoming big and glassy. his lips forming into his signature sexy pout.

"Johnny..." Randy started but one look at John and he gave in. "Fine. Just this once. And you better not get us lost," he grumbled.

John smiled brightly, jumping up and pressing his lips to Randy's. "Grazie!" He said, his hand going to hold Randy's and pulling him along outside to the car.

Randy chuckled. If drivibg made him this happy, he wondered what asking him out, officially, would do.

Even if it was just driving, John just a genuinely happy, and over-excitable person. they drove to the place where this so called world renowned phycologist worked, John singing or humming along with the radio the whole time.

Randy watched John, a small smile on his face. With all the stress of the past few days, he'd forgotten what a happy personJohn could be.

As they drove closer to the building, John's heart started to race. He parked the car, turning it off and resting his head against the steering wheel. "R-Randy, is it too late to back out?" He whimpered, looking nervously at his new lover.

"Baby, its gonna be okay. The longer you put it of, the worse it will be. Just do it now, get it over with and we can concentrate on us, okay?" Randy said with a soft smile.

John sighed and nodded. "O-Okay." He said. They got out of the car, John gripping Randy's the whole time, even in the building, not giving two shits what anybody thought.

Randy smiled, walking into his office, walking up to the secratary. "We have an appoint-"
"Randy! Its been far too long," Alex said, embracing Randy. Randy smiled, embracing him back, one armed. They pulled away and Alex looked at John. "You must be John," he said sticking out his hand. "Im Dr. Alexander Sharon. But please, call me Alex," he said, a wide smile on his face.

John smiled, trying the hide his nervousness. "H-Hi, I'm John Hennigan, the one with all the problems." He said, shaking Alex's hand. This man seemed genuinely nice, but that still didn't calm his nerves of having to tell him all his problems.