Life As He Knew It (Open)

John chuckled. "I was talking about something else... Vipère..." He purred and went back to eating his own food.

"Mhm. Good cover, babe," Randy said, beginning to eat again. He looked at the nightstand and didnt see his orange juice. He frowned. "Baby, wheres my orange juice?"

John looked at Randy. "Would you like me to go back downstairs and get it?" He asked sweetly.

"You dont have to," Randy said, shrugging. He ate the rest of his food, putting the container on the nightstand.

John put his empty container on the nightstand too. He looked down at his tummy. "I wanna workout but I can't... hey, will you still love me when my hair is grey and my abs aren't as sexy anymore?" John asked, looking at Randy.

Randy just looked at him. "Um, duh?" was his only reply.

John blinked. "Okay then." He said, smiling. He stood up, stretched and turned to Randy. "Okay, get up and get ready. We're goin' out." He said, changing out his cloths into something better. He was sorta afraid to tell Randy he was dragging his ass shopping. But what could you expect from John Hennigan when he was in the shopping capital of the country?

"To where, exactly?" Randy asked, though he already knew. They were in New York City. John wanted to go shopping. And if John asked, Randy would say yes. But he doesnt like being dragged places.

John bit his lip in a guilty manor. "Shopping... please? Por Favor? Per Favore? S'il vous plaît? Te kudasai? Please? Please? Please?" He begged on his knees in 4 different languages.

"Okay," Randy said simply, getting up and going over to his bag, bending over and looking through his bag.

John frowned. "You mean I begged for nothing?" He asked standing up, sitting on the bed, subconsciously grabbing his mirror and fixing his hair in it. It was such a habit at this point in his life, he sometimes didn't even realize he was doing it.

"Pretty much. Sorry babe. Look at it this way. Now I get a chance to pamper you," Randy said, a large, bright smile on his face.

John just smiled brightly. "Thank you!" He squealed happily, his joyous aura intensifying even more, if that were possible. John was pretty much an easy guy to please, even with his vain qualities. He was easily excitable and Randy pretty much made him, if possible, a hundred times happier.

Randy chuckled as he pulled on a pair of dark jeans and an RKO t-shirt. He looked at John when he finished. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go get ready," he said, sitting on the bed again.

"Oh yeah." John chuckled. He stripped out of his sweats and into tight, black jeans and a grey and white striped sweater that clung well to his form. He went into the bathroom, fixed his hair, brushed his teeth etc. He shaved off the five o'clock shadow he had so his face was smooth before going out and meeting Randy. "Let's go." He said, smiling.

Randy chuckled, grabbing his wallet, cell phone aand key card before taking Johns hand and walking out of the hotel room.

John really did defy the laws of energy. He shopped everywhere. He went to so many designer stores and even went went as far as shamelessly walking into Victoria's Secret, dragging Randy with him, and buying around 10 bags worth of lacy underwear. He bought things from designer shirts and jeans to buying the world's tightest leather pants. He was starting to wonder how Randy's arms hadn't fallen off from all the bags by then. As they walked out of Victoria's Secret, John turned to Randy. "C'mon, it wasn't that bad, baby." He said.

Randy looked at him. "Nope. But only because I love you," he replied with a smile. "But lacy underwear? Really? 10 bags?"

John smiled and shrugged. "It's a secret fetish. Now, one more store, and I'm done." He said, pulling Randy into a designer store with a French name. The designer came out, and they greeted each other as if they've known each other forever. They started speaking in French, John telling her what he wanted, glancing at Randy occasionally as he spoke.

Randy stood there akwardly, looking around. He loved John but damn was he expensive.

John could see Randy's discomfort and told the designer, who's name was Colette, to make him more comfortable. Colette snapped at a few workers, who immediately took Randy to a couch and offered him drinks an such. John stood on a pedestal, the designer giving him the most expensive, and sexy outfits she had for him. The cloths were tight fitted, especially in the ass, just for Randy. He looked at his boyfriend. "Whataya think, baby?" He asked.

"I think Im gonna do things to you that I cannot say right now when you get better," Randy said, eyeing John hungrily.

John gave Randy a sultry look. "I can't wait." He purred. John looked down at the price tag of one of the outfits he was getting. "It only costs... 45." John said nervously.

Randy looked at him. "45 what, my love?" he asked.

John bit his lip. "Thousand..." He said nervously.