Life As He Knew It (Open)

John laughed. "Please do." He said. "When I move in with you... I'm gonna miss my closet. I just had marble floors put in." He pouted, thinking of his oversized closet that was bigger than Mariah Carry's wardrobe.

"Trust me, babe. You'll like your new closet better," Radny said. And that was all he was going to say on the matter. No matter how much John begged.

John raised a brow. "Your building me a new closet?! Omigod what's it look like? How big is it? Please tell me!" John begged, putting on his saddest puppy face that could bring even the devil to his knees.

"I never said anything about building you one, now did I? And Im not telling you anything. Its called a surprise, Johnny," Randy teased.

John glared. "I just had an allergic reaction and he won't tell me shit..." He grumbled to himself, sinking down in the water.

"Oh, deal with it. Like you said, it wasnt life threatening," Randy replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Well, you don't know what it's like to have a rash in places that you really shouldn't." He muttered. "Aren't you allergic to anything, Mr. Greek god?" He asked.

"Nothing what-so-ever," Randy replied with a large smile.

John looked at Randy. "Of course you aren't, Alpha male. Don't I feel like a chick..." He sighed. Though... he was the chick n this relationship.

"Thats because you are, baby. Thats because you are," he said jokingly, smiling at John.

John sighed. "I know... I've never topped, and don't really want to. Not even women... ugh, I hate being with women like that." He shuddered, gagging slightly.

Randy chuckled. "You could top, if you wanted to," he said. He wasnt big on bottoming, especially to someone Johns size, but for John, he'd do it.

John winced. "First off, I'm a pip squeak, compared to the majority of the roster, if you hadn't noticed. And secondly, I really have no desire to. I really am a Diva, aren't I?" He chuckled.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Johnny, you're so cute," he said, smiling widely.

Johns smiled his full, blindingly white and bright smile. "I know. In gymnastics, people called me Tiny. I was the smallest on the men's team, most flexible, and the only man who knew how to the beams. Oh! An another thing... where am I gonna train if I move in with you?" John asked, At home, he had a full gymnastics equipment and all his par kour training stuff. It was all custom made, but it didn't belong to him, so he couldn't take it with him.

"Um, at my house?" Randy replied in a 'duh' voice.

John rolled his eyes. "I had custom made equipment Randy, but I can't take it with me. I don't train the same way you do, duh." He said, mimicking Randy.

Randy simply smiled. "John, everything I own is custom made, first of all. Second of all, you dont know what I have in my house. So calm down."

John sighed but nodded. He doubted Randy had the gymnastics equipment he used to train. They only sold them to places that trained gymnasts, and gymnasts only.

Randy smiled. "Fine. Dont believe me. My sisters a gymnast, John," he said.

John smiled. "You could have just told me that instead of letting me bitch." He said, reaching up pecking Randy on the jaw.

"Well, you just need to learn to believe me. She didnt want to follow in Dad's footsteps but she wanted to something that didnt involve balls," Randy said.

John nodded. "I would have went to Nationals... Could have been a gold medalist..." He sighed sadly.

"Why didnt you?" Randy asked, genuinely curious.

John sighed. "The vault... It was probably one of my worst fears. Many times, when I was first learning, I ran, but I stopped. I eventually learned... mastered it. I made it through States... Regionals.... and finally, to Nationals. But then something happened..." He whispered, looking down at the water.