Somebody Save Me From Myself (Open)

John snuggled up to Ted, dreaming nothing. It was just a peaceful darkness, and for that John was grateful.

Ted woke a few hours later, looking around. He glanced at the time. 5am. He groaned.

John awoke when he felt Ted shift and looked at the time and up at Ted. "Go back to sleeeep." He slurred tiredly, kissing his neck before nuzzling the warm flesh.

"I cant," Ted replied. "When I wake up, Im up for good. Most of the time."

"You're probably an insomniac or somethin'..." John mumbled, sitting up and yawning. "Anything I can do?" He asked.

"No, no. Im fine. You just go back to sleep," Ted replied, pulling John back ito his arms.

John smiled tiredly and snuggled back into Ted's chest. "Sweet dreams, Teddy-bear..." He murmured before falling back asleep.

Ted smiled and held him close, sighing as he closed his eyes, not falling asleep but relaxing.

John awoke the next morning to the stupid alarm on the clock. He looked at Ted then at the clock before crawling over Ted and yanking the clock from the wall, smashing it onto the floor to pieces before curling up against Ted again.

Ted chuckled. "What'd the clock ever do to you?" he said with a smile.

"It woke me up when I was perfectly content with cuddling with my Teddy-bear..." John muttered, curling into a ball like a kitten, almost completely on Ted's chest as he enjoyed the other's warmth.

Ted smiled. "Well, we have stuff to do today. So you gotta get up. Sorry, my love," he said, kissing Johns cheek.

"Nooo! What the hell do we have to do today?" John grumbled, curling closer to Ted.

"We have a house show today," Ted replied, chuckling at John. He didnt want to get out of bed, either.

"Fuck..." John whined and got up, going to pack his ring gear.

Ted chuckled. "Its not all bad. Ill be there," he said with a smile.

John smiled. "True, but I have a match with you, that's no fun." He pouted, trying to choose which color ring gear to use.

"So? You get to win. Im really sick of this Maryse/losing streak storyline. Its stupid," Ted said, getting up and throwing on some sweats and a sweatshirt.

John nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry you have to deal with that blond bitch. On the bright side, you get to come home to this." He said with a smile, gesturing to himself.

Ted smiled, walking over to John, putting his hands on his hips and kissing him. "I know," he said when they pulled apart.

John smiled. He was so in love with this man. He looked back at his dozens of pairs of ring gear. "Which color?" He asked, looking through all his furry ring coats.

"Does it matter?" Ted replied. He just picked a pair of trunks to wear and most of the time, they were green.

John pouted. "Yes, it does. 'Cause sometimes I look better in certain colors. I usually wear white on PPV's. On small, insignificant matches on Raw, I'll wear the brownish-gold ones. But if its a big match on Raw, I'll wear the silver-ish gray one's. It's like... I dunno... a dress code for my character." He said, choosing the brown one's and grabbing the big fur ring coat that went with it.

Ted frowned. "Are you trying to say our match is insignificant?" he asked when he saw the coat that John picked.

John sighed. "No, I mean... It's not exactly a championship match or a no. 1 contender match. And it's not even televised. If you want, I'll wear the silver one's." He said, picking up the silver fur coat.