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silverhand_johnny) wrote2021-01-13 11:06 am
silverhand_johnny) wrote2021-01-13 11:06 am
John
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Johnny followed him in, peeling his shirt off over his head, his dog tags settling against his chest. The boots were next, but there was nothing methodical in the way he undressed, it was all about convenience. When he was down to just his leather pants, he pushed John back onto the bed.
Johnny followed him in, peeling his shirt off over his head, his dog tags settling against his chest. The boots were next, but there was nothing methodical in the way he undressed, it was all about convenience. When he was down to just his leather pants, he pushed John back onto the bed.
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"I don't care where I sleep," Johnny said honestly, looking up at the ceiling, then closing his eyes with a sigh.
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John didn't really need to point out he didn't want a flatmate. Johnny'd learn soon enough John was no one anyone wanted to be around for long.
"For the morning," he said, then hiked the blanket over his shoulder and closed his eyes.
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Johnny grunted, letting himself be covered up and drifting off.
When John woke the next day, Johnny would already be gone. He never slept long, and he never overstayed his welcome.