Life As He Knew It (Open)

John started coughing a little, but shook it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Hey... you don't mind if I drive to my condo real quick, just to make sure my dog is still alive and all that. It's not to far away from here, or are you too tired?" John asked.

"No, its fine. Whatever you want, baby," he replied, kissing Johns forehead and tiredly walking to the passenger side door.

John nodded, coughing as he got in the driver's seat. He coughed and coughed till, once again, he started dry heaving.

Randy looked over at John, corcern etched on his face. "Baby, somethings wrong. We need to get you checked out," he said, rubbing his back.

John shook his head. "I'll be fine" He said, clearing his throat as he started the car, driving in the direction of his high-end condo.

Randy rolled his eyes but he was far too tired to argue. "Whatever you say. Johnny," he mumbled.

John reached his place, turnign to Randy after he parked in front of the building. "Hey, you wanna just stay here for the night? Because the drive back to Fresno is far too long and I will fall asleep behind the wheel." John said.

Randys eyes fluttered open as he looked at John. He was half awake. "Huh? Oh, um, sure. Whatever. I just want to sleep," he mumbled before yawning loudly.

John just chuckled tiredly. "Then let's go." He sad, getting out of the car and having to go around and pull Randy out of the car. They went up to his place, John unlocking the door and pulling a tired Randy in. His place was extremely modern, granite counters, stainless steel, everything looking very clean. John stepped forward, and was immediately greeted by Carlisle, possibly the world's biggest and muscled Doberman ever.

"Couch... Bed... Sleep," Randy said, about to pass out standing up.

After restraining Carlisle from attacking Randy, he pulled him into his bedroom, leading him to his large bed, a fur blanket sitting at the end of it. John pushed Randy onto the bed, taking off his shoes and jacket, before pulling the covers over him.

Randy snuggled into the warmth, starting to fall asleep when he felt something was missing. "Johnny. Cuddle with me," he said.

John chuckled. "Five minutes, baby. I promise." He said. He fed Carlisle, got out of his overly tight cloths and slipped into bed, cuddling up to Randy, coughing slightly. He groaned quietly, cradling his upper left abdomen as it ached.

Randy was already fast asleep, snoring loudly and drooling.

John covered his mouth to prevent himself from chuckling at how freakin adorable Randy looked. He grabbed his phone, taking a picture of his lover before laying next him again. He fell asleep, but woke up hours later, the urge to cough tingling in his throat. He tried to keep his coughing and dry heaving quiet, as to not disturb Randy.

Randy slept deeply, oblivious to Johns action. He was usually a light sleeper but right now, you could blow something up next to him and he wouldnt wake.

In the morning, he awoke before Randy. He felt a little better now that he slept, if only a little, but his throat still hurt. He looked at a sleeping Randy, and decided to go make him breakfast. He got up an stretched, holding back a chuckle when Carlisle took his place laying down next to Randy, who cuddled the dog. He just shook his head, and headed towards his kitchen.

Randy woke up when he felt his face get licked. He opened his eyes and saw Johns dog. He smiled, petting the dog before getting up and stretching. He walked out of the room, looking for the bathroom.

John sang as he cooked, dressed in nothing but his sweatpants which hung very low on his hips. "I've still got your face painted on my heart, drawn upon my soul, etched upon my memory, baby...And I've got your kiss still burning on my lips, the touch of your fingertips... this love so deep inside of me baby..." He said, his voice hitting every note perfectly. He always thought of Randy when he sang.

Randy found the bathroom, doing his businees. When he was done, he went out into the hall and heard John singing. He smiled and followed the voice.

"...I've still got your face, I've still got your face, Painted on my heart, painted on my heart..." Hitting the highest and longest note without one hitch in his voice, not knowing Randy was listening.

Randy leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

When he finished the song, he started another, older song, still oblivious to Randy's presence as he cooked.
"Time after time
I tell myself that i’m
So lucky to be loving you

So lucky to be
The one you run to see
In the evening, when the day is through

I only know what I know
The passing years will show
You’ve kept my love so young, so new

And time after time
You’ll hear me say that i’m
So lucky to be loving you..."

Randy couldnt keep the smile off his face. John was just so amazing.

John hit that last note perfectly. He finished cooking, turning around and jumping ten feet in the air when he saw Randy. "You were listening the whole time?" He asked.