Life As He Knew It (Open)

Randy sighed contentedly in his sleep. "Stupid monkies and zombies."

John chuckled tiredly. "Damn Anaconda..." He murmured before falling completely asleep.

A few hours later, Randys eyes fluttered open. They instinctively closed when the light reached them, for it was far to bright. He groaned.

John was still fast asleep. His hair was everywhere, covering his face. He knew they had a flight in a few hours, but he was far to tired to get up and get ready. So he stayed asleep, snoring softly.

Randy couldnt open his eyes for the light was too bright and his head was pounding. "Johnny," he said, shaking him slightly.

John groaned, feeling the nightstand for his glasses. He put them on before turning to Randy, still half asleep. "What do you want from me?" He groaned, yawning loudly.

"Can you get me some tylenol or something? I cant open my eyes," Randy said. The headache was still there with his eyes closed, but it wasnt nearly as bad.

John nodded. He shut the shades over the window, blocking the light before going to get something for Randy's headache. He returned with a couple pills and a glass of water. "Here." He, plopping next to Randy on the bed, still only half awake.

Randy reached out carefully, taking the pills from John and popping them in his mouth before downing the water. "Thank you," he sighed.

"Mhm." John hummed, going and curling up under the comforter until you couldn't see him. "What time is it?" He asked from under the blanket.

"I have no idea," Randy replied, laying back down and resting his still pounding head.

John poked his head out from under the comforter to read the clock. "We have to leave in three hours. We sleep for another hour before we leave..." He mumbled before falling back asleep.

Randy chuckled, though he knew he wasnt falling back asleep anytime soon. He just lay there, eyes closed, body relaxed, at peace for the time being.

John started dreaming... a wet dream. "Mm... Randy... fuck me..." He moaned, still very much asleep as he rubbed his thighs together, extremely hard.

Randy frowned. "If only I could..." he whispered, tearing up a bit.

John's body arched. "Please, Randy... fuck me... please!" He panted, his cock twitching in his boxers. In his dream, Randy wouldn't touch him. "Please!" He begged, still asleep. He was sweating, and his cock hurt from lack of attention, in reality and in his dream.

Randy bit his lip. He could fuck John, but he could touch him, right? Randy reached over, his hand disappearing into Johns boxers and wrapping around his cock, slowly pumping.

John through his head back against the pillows, instantly awake the minuted Randy started touching him. He bit his lip, head tilted back and eyes closed as Randy stroked him. "O-Oh... R-Ran..." He couldn't speak, he was too happy about finally being touched.

Randy smiled, going faster. He wished he could do more, but his broken bones prevented that so this would have to do.

John let out short, high pitched breaths. He loved how Randy stroked him, but he needed something in him. "P-Please... fingers...." He moaned out, bucking his hips against Randy's hand.

Randy bit his lip. He couldnt. His other arm was useless. "Johnny, I cant," he whispered softly, hating that he had to say those words.

John whimpered, but understood. He focused all his attention on his cock, and soon he felt himself climax. He groaned loudly, biting his lip as he came all over Randy's hand.

Randy smiled slightly. He knew that John wasnt completely satisfied, but he had done what he could.

John sighed. He was somewhat satisfied for now, but he couldn't blame Randy. He couldn't help it. He looked up at his boyfriend. "Thank you." He whispered, sitting up and kissing Randy.

Randy smiled. "Anytime," he said quietly before getting up and going into the bathroom, washing his hands.