Johnny Silverhand (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
silverhand_johnny) wrote2021-01-13 11:06 am
silverhand_johnny) wrote2021-01-13 11:06 am
John
(from here)
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.
no subject
Johnny came moments later, teeth gritted as he grunted and let his hips stutter to a stop.
"Fuck," he murmered, riding it out before slipping free.
no subject
John flopped out, absolutely boneless. A low groan crept out as Johnny slipped free.
"Fucking hell," he muttered breathlessly.
no subject
Johnny moved away and cleaned himself up before moving to light up a smoke.
no subject
John was leaden on the bed for a long, long moment before he found the will to move. And even then, he only shifted to get comfortable.
He looked Johnny over, really looked at him. There where his arm began was a thing of wonder.
no subject
"You alright?" Johnny asked finally, leaning back a bit as he took a long drag.
He was rough, but he wasn't heartless. He didn't want to hurt the people he took to bed.
no subject
"I'm going to sleep so fucking good," he said. John scrubbed his hand over his face to rouse himself a bit, then he got up to pad naked into the kitchen to get a beer and his smokes. He brought one back for Johnny, too- ever the proper host.
no subject
"Thanks," Johnny said, taking the beer and cracking it open. He stretched out a bit, settling in.
He didn't say much, always comfortable in silence.
no subject
John took a long pull off his beer, then settled his cig back between his lips.
"You need something to sleep in?" he offered, pulling out a pair of plaid flannel bottoms that had peguins in festive santa hats splashed across them.
no subject
"I don't wear anything when I sleep- Unless that's an issue for you," Johnny replied, finishing his cigarette.
no subject
"A man who lives dangerously," he chuckled. John took the time to finish his smoke and beer, dropping the butt into the dregs at the bottom of the bottle.
"We'll do breakfast and get you set up in the morning," he assured him. "Try to get some rest."
no subject
"Set up?" Johnny asked, settling in on the bed.
no subject
"I'm sure you dont want to live in this shithole, Johnny. You'll need some dosh, some resources, a few friends for when you're in need. Set up," John explained as he crawled into bed and closed his eyes.
no subject
"I don't care where I sleep," Johnny said honestly, looking up at the ceiling, then closing his eyes with a sigh.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.