I Get Carried Away.

John rolled his eyes. "I'm The Shaman of Sexy, baby. I will never be awesome enough. Are you do yet, I gotta piss!" He complained.

"Go some place else, im trying to get off in here to the perfect picture of Maryse Oullet in my mind.: Mike snickered.

John's eye twitched. "That's not even funny! Now let me in, and let me piss!" He moaned, stomping his feet like a child who was told he couldn't go potty. He banged on the door. "Stop jerking off and let me in!" He complained.

"Nope, Maryse hasn't let me come for her yet!!" Mike giggled at his lover. He could see John perfectly in his mind, brown eyes dark with rage, mouth turned in a frown, stomping his feet, hands on hip.
Total girl.

"Mike, your not funny! Let me in!" He whined again. "I give you a blow job while your driving if you let me in and let me piss!" John begged.

The door was opened.
Mike giggled at him.
"You cant even make me horny today, huh?"

John just scowled and went in to relieve himself. "And that Maryse talk was seriously not funny..." He mumbled when he finished, washing his hands.

"She gets me up faster than you do today." Mike giggled at his lover, kissing John sweetly.

John let Mike kiss him, trying to hide the fact that him talking about Maryse like that really hurt. But he wasn't willing to have another emotional breakdown, so he buried the feeling deep inside. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get out of here!" He breathed, almost dragging Mike out of the god for saken hospital.

Mike laughed at him but he was so happy to be out of the confines of that hospital. He ran around, jumped and just inhaled the fresh air.

John laughed at him. "Okay, Julia Andrews. Are you gonna sing The Hills Are Alive, or can we go?" He chuckled at his fiance.

Mike paused.
'I wanna sing!!!!!!" And as only the Miz could do, he jumped up on a bench and belted out a few words.
"The hills are alive, with the sound of music. With songs they have sung, for a thousand years!!" He was so goofy, standing there singing loudly, he was drawing a crowd.

John couldn't even be embarrassed of his lover, as he was rolling on the ground, laughing hysterically. "Mike... lets... go..." He gasped in between fits of laughter.

Mike wasn't finished though, he was doing a little dance upon the bench while he sang like someone from a mental hospital.

John got up, wiping his eyes, still chuckling as he managed to pull Mike down from the bench. "Baby... let's go before I start choking on oxygen..." He chuckled, trying to catch his breath after his laughing attack.

Mike followed him, skipping merrily, looking very....
Well you get the picture.

John rolled his eyes, chuckling before getting in the car. He turned to Mike. "You sure you wanna get married at the Venetian? Because I'd have to call now, and talk to the owner. It's extremely busy." He said, starting the car.

Mike paused.
"I just wanna marry you. You pick where you wanna get married...Maybe on a beach somewhere?"

John thought. He was from LA, he grew up on the beach. He had sort of been hoping to get away from that. "If that's what you want, then sure." John said.

Mike gave a loud whine.
"No! I want what you want John. You pick, im just throwing out ideas."

John looked at Mike. "You sure? You'll let me plan our wedding at one of the most expensive, high end, 5 star hotels in the country, possibly the world?" John asked.

Mike nodded without even putting in a second thought.
"Our wedding will be everything you have ever wanted John."

"Everything we wanted, Mizzy. And I'll make sure of that" He said with a smile. When they got back to the hotel, John made the call to the hotel. "This man owes me a huge favor." John said as he went through his contacts looking for the number.

Mike raised a brow to his lover.
"Why? What have you done for him?"

John chuckled. "He's in his 70's, Mizzy. Nothing like that. When i was staying there a while ago, apparently his 25 years old arm candy had left him. And he had this huge charity events to go to, where the highest rollers from around the world were coming, ya know... Samsung...the guy who owns Facebook... Bill Gates, etcetera. So he needed the sexiest piece of ass he could find at moments notice to go with him. He came up to me, begged me to go with him. He said I was the sexiest of the sexiest at his hotel and he'd do anything to take me. I impressed his big friends like hell, so much so they weren't paying attention and lost their poker game and he's owed me ever since. When I stay there, he puts me in the best penthouse he has." He said as he put the phone to his hear.