Sweet Serendipity

John frowned, realizing Junior forgot his stuff with all his design tools in it. He grabbed it and drove to the office. Junior' office door was open so John went inside. He frowned, seeing what Junior was doing. "Baby?"

Junior's head snapped up and his eyes widened. "J- John," he said and sat up, clearing his throat. "What are you doing here?"

"You left your bag. But I see that yo don't need it." Joh said, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "Why did you lie to me?" He asked quietly.

"I didn't lie, per se. I just didn't tell you the whole truth," Junior replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

John glared. "Right now is not the time to be a smart ass!" He snapped. John wasn't a yeller. And he never yelled at Junior. But right now, Junior had pushed him. "Why didn't you at least tell me?"

"If I had told you, would you have let me come? No. I don't think so. That's why I didn't tell you. Because I have a problem that I don't plan on stopping anytime soon," Junior snapped, the drugs now circulating through his system.

John growled. "I wouldn't have done that! I would have let you go because I know how hard it is to stop. I know how fucking painful it can get to not be able to get what you feel like you need, even if it does kill you." He said quietly.

Junior just sat there, looking at John. He didn't know what to say, or maybe he just didn't want to say anything. But he had messed up. He lied to John. And that was stupid.

John sighed, walking over to Junior and taking the drugs. "let me ask you... are these worth it? Worth killing yourself over? Do you... Do you know what would happen to me if I lost you? Because of something as stupid as drugs?" He asked quietly, his eyes watering.

Junior looked away. No one had ever made him feel guilty over drugs. No cared enough to try. So he wasn't used to a person like John. But he loved John, and he felt bad. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

John took Junior's chin to make him look at him. "If your sorry, you'll stop. I'm not asking you to stop cold turkey... that's too painful. But you have to quite. If not for yourself, for me baby. Please." He whispered, stroking Junior's cheek.

Junior nodded. "Okay," he said softly, tearing up slightly. "I'll stop," he said.

John nodded and pulled Junior into his arms, holding him close. "Thank you amore." He whispered, kissing Junior's head.

Junior sighed and closed his eyes, a few tears slipping out. He buried his face in John's chest. He felt so bad.

John looked down. "Oh baby, please don't cry." He said softly, gently wiping the tears away with his thumb. He didn't like seeing his lover cry.

Junior sniffled a bit. "I'm so sorry," he said, looking at John. "I love you so much."

"It's okay baby. I love you too, more than you know. I'll help you quite, I promise." John said, kissing his temple. He knew Junior would be put through hell trying to quite his drugs, but John would make sure he made it through in one piece.

Junior nodded, wrapping his arms around John and placing his head against his chest. He loved John. For him, he would quit.

"Want me to take you home or go back to my place?" He asked, gently rubbing the small of Junior's back.

"I don't care," Junior replied. And he didn't. He just wanted to be with John.

John nodded and decided to just go home with Junior. He wrapped an arm around his waist and led him outside to his car, driving them to Junior's place.

Junior bit his lip when they arrived at his house, getting out after John had parked. He walked inside, running a hand through his hair.

John followed Junior inside. "Let's lay down, yeah?" He said, wrapping his arms around Junior.

Junior nodded. "Yeah," he replied, leading John into the bedroom and pulling him to the bed, pushing him on it then laying next to him.

John settled in the bed and wrapped his arms around Junior, spooning him from behind. He nuzzled the back of Junior's neck, kissing it gently.