Sweet Serendipity

John twitched slightly in his sleep. he'd been through detox a few times before, and he felt for Junior. He wished his lover didn't have to go through this. But if he wanted to get better, he had to.

Junior woke a while later, feeling a bit better, but not much. His head still hurt, he was still pale and hot and cold. He sighed, and looked at John. He raised his arm, running a shaky hand through John's soft hair.

John slowly awoke, opening his eyes and seeing Junior. He smiled softly, loving when Junior stroked his hair. "How do you feel, baby?" He asked quietly, taking Junior's hand and kissing it gently.

"Like shit," Junior replied, his voice scratchy, a small smile on his face.

"That sucks." John chuckled softly, leaning over and kissing Junior's forehead. "It'll be over eventually. I promise."

"I know," Junior replied, already having gone through this a couple times before.

John nodded. "You been through this before?" He asked, resting his head on Junior's bed next to his hip.

"A few times, yeah," Junior said, sighing and leaning his head back.

John nodded. "Me too. It sucks..." He chuckled bitterly.

"Sucks? No, it blows monkey balls," Junior replied.

John chuckled for real that time. "Oh, I love you baby." He said, kissing his hand lightly

"I love you, too, John," Junior said quietly, sighing softly.

John sighed. "Tho show's tomorrow... Do you know anyone who can run your cloths for the runway, since you won't be there?" He asked.

"Aidric Haan. He's does the photography, but know all my stuff like the back of his hand. He shoots exclusively for me, though he could shoot for anyone. Makes my models look like gods," Junior chuckled before coughing a bit. "He should be at the studio tomorrow before everyone has to go to the show. Talk to him."

((Should Haan and Johnny have problems with each other or no? Make good drama, lol))

John nodded. "Okay, fine with me. But I already look like a god. I don't need a photographer to do the job for me." He said, a smirk dancing on his lips.

((They should. Aidric's like Junior when you first meet him - a dick.))

Junior chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Look at the photos he took of you and compare them to the most famous photographer you've posed for. His will be 10 times better, at least. He stays with me because we've been friends since childhood. Though I will warn you, he's a dick. And he most likely won't be nice to you. He thinks models are beneath him. A bit cocky, too. Okay, very cocky."

John frowned. "Beneath him, huh? I'd like to see him diet everyday just to fit into some ridiculous cloths..." He muttered and looked at Junior. "Not your cloths. But you know what I mean." He sighed.
((Should he come onto Johnny?))

((No, he probably won't. He wouldn't do that to Junior. He's just a douche bag.))

"Yes, beneath him. He thinks very highly of himself and designers because without us, you guys wouldn't really have jobs," Junior replied. "His words, not mine," he added quickly.

John blinked. "I don't like him already. Don't make me meet him." He whined. "And I would have a job if you guys didn't exist. I'd be acting, or dancing. I had to make a choice, so I choose this." He said.

"As models, babe. Jobs as models. And don't get mad at me, or him. It's how he chooses to live and what he chooses to believe. And you have to meet him. He's the only one who knows my stuff as well as me," Junior said.

John pouted. "Fine. But if he crosses the line... well, my line, I'll smack him and I don't really care what he does. I only took your bullshit because I was attracted to you." He said.

"If you smack him, you'll be on my bad side. I know he can be a dick better than anyone. But I don't take well to people smacking my best friend, no matter what they mean to me," Junior said, giving John a hard look.

John huffed. "Alright, alright. Fine." He muttered tiredly, feeling sleepy again. Damn his insomnia. He sighed, resting his head on Junior's bed again, his hair falling in his face.

Junior chuckled as he watched John. The man sure was beautiful, and he did love him. A lot. So much, in fact, it scared him.

John sighed, starting to drift off to sleep. He love Junior, so much it was scary. And he knew, that in a year, he'd probably be married to this man.