Chapter 1
A hurried knock on Johnny's door wakes him up around 1 am.
He knows because it says so on the digital clock glowing a blinding, bright green on the desk across the room. He lifts his head and exhales in frustration after reading the clock.
Johnny wished that the glowing numbers were lying to him, because that would mean he'd been only passed out for about an hour. He was trying to sleep off this 30-hour shift of undercover work. It wasn't the Carlito case, praise Jesus(because 30 hours with him again? ) but another side case the FBI wanted him to solve by today. When the bureau says today, they meant it or else. So what you have another thing going on yada yada yada. Get it done.
Even though Johnny finished everything up today, the whole thing was a two weeks operation.
In other words, whoever it was on the other side of the door better have a helluva good reason for doing what they are doing right now.
Johnny pushes the covers off and make his way towards the door. The knocking continues in a louder manner the closer he gets. This irritates Johnny, he hopes it shows on his face for whoever this jerk is.
His frown instantly turns into a relieved grin when the opened door reveals the culprit disturbing his sleep.
"Ayeee! Mikey!"
"Hey Johnny," Mike greets. He looks a little sleepy but a small smile occupies his face too. "Can I come in?"
"Sure, yeah."
Johnny opens the door a few inches more to let Mike in. He doesn't even care what Mike's reasoning may be for vising, Johnny is just glad that he is. He hadn't seen Mike in days upon days. Not even in passing at the house. The Solano case and other side things kept the two apart. And not only that, it's also been about two weeks since they had their thing. There was no sort of closure or even continuance to it. It basically stopped when Charlie stumbled upon the two of them that day. They hadn't seen each other since oddly enough. Somehow someway Johnny was able to complete this side case for the bureau with Mike heavy on his mind, shockingly enough.
The two faced each other in the near darkness silently for a few minutes letting their own exhaling do the communicating. Johnny notices that Mike is wearing a short sleeve shirt and long jogging pants contrasting to his own boxers. He can also see Mike's eyes flicking up and down his body appreciatively.
"You still sleep with your shirt off?"
"Um, yeah."
"Huh, I didn't know that," Mike muses. He closes the door gingerly behind himself so as to not alert their neighbors. "Good to know."
The tone Mike is using sends tingles in the right and wrong areas of Johnny's body. The fact that Mike has a not so hidden level of amusement in his voice makes it even worse. Mike could ask him anything right now and Johnny intended to dive in headfirst. Not to mention, based on the shirt comment, Mike's been keeping track of what he wears or doesn't wear to sleep since he's first lived at Graceland. Which mean Mike's interest in him was from wayyy back. Johnny wondered why didn't he ever say anything? Maybe he did, but Johnny concludes that he wasn't paying enough attention probably.
Mike moves closer into the room as Johnny moves backwards a little. Mike's eyes are seeing every movement even though the room is emanating a midnight blue. Although there is a small amount of light piercing through the room, Johnny can still make out the predatory half grin, which always drives him out of his mind, on Mike's face.
"Heh, yeah," Johnny mumbles, moving backwards a little again to accommodate Mike inching closer again. "You, uh, you good?" He crosses his arms awkwardly as he hears Mike chuckling quietly.
Johnny immediately feels one of Mike's hands glide up his bicep before trailing up to his neck, stroking a thumb on it gently. Afterwards, he lets his hands rest downwards on Johnny's hips.
"Yeah, I'm good." Mike brushes a soft and lingering kiss to the corner of Johnny's mouth. Johnny sighs into it fully, closing his eyes as he places his hands on the small of Mike's back.
He missed this.
He missed Mike. Whether Mike was touching him or anything else in between. Even if Mike didn't kiss him, just one look and conversation would have done Johnny in. Made his day, let alone his entire week. He missed his boy so much. Based on what Mike was doing now, it was safe to assume he felt the same way.
Mike begins sucking on Johnny's bottom lip as his fingers caressed the waist he held. Johnny moans attempting to reciprocate the gesture, but is stopped when Mike backs away and releases Johnny from his grasp as if he just remembered something.
"Sorry," Mike sighs again, while looking down. "I really came here to talk-"
"So…talk," Johnny interrupts smartly. He rapidly pulls Mike by the front of his shirt to aim his lips towards Mike's mouth. Mike however turns his head so Johnny's mouth ends up underneath his jaw instead.
Eh, good enough.
"I can't, if you-" Johnny feels Mike intake a breath, so he kisses slower down his neck for another response. "-you're doing that John-" He lets out a harsh moan which makes Johnny smile. It was nice to see Mike be on the receiving end of being made to squirm under tongues and kisses.
"Paige know about that spot?" Johnny murmurs, as he pecks at Mike's mouth now. "Or is she still tryin' to figure your body out?"
Mike exhales a long breath, and shrugs Johnny off whilst looking squarely into his eyes. "What does she have to do with us right now?"
Johnny runs a hand over Mike's hair to ruffle it playfully. Mike jerks his head away in an irritated fashion at the contact. Guess he hit a sore spot. Johnny wonders if he's going too far with the next line, "You guys havin' a lovers spat or whatever?"
"John, what does it matter?" Mike studies the dim room, but not really looking for or at anything in particular. Johnny can tell he's getting fidgety, so he rests a hand on Mike's cheek then moves it to the back of his neck to calm him.
Mike just sighs again. He closes the space between him and Johnny to rest their foreheads together. Johnny rewards the contact by kissing Mike's lips gently every so often. Their bodies gave the idea of swaying to music unheard to anyone else besides the two of them.
"You sure you good bro?" Johnny asks again, low and steady between subsequent kisses. "You did just wake me up out of one hour sleep…from the 29 hours of sleep I haven't gotten yet. At 2 am-"
"You've been busy with Carlito that whole time?"
"Hell no," Johnny chuckles low in relief before continuing to smooch on Mike. He sensed a hint of jealousy in Mike's tone and wanted to clear the air a bit. "Some other thing the Bureau wanted wrapped by tonight."
"So, that's why you were gone for a long time."
"You sayin' you missed me Mikey?"
"No, not really. I got more work done than usual," Mike jokes, earning a light punch from Johnny to his stomach.
"Jerk. If that was true you wouldn't be all up on me right now," Johnny leans in to kiss Mike again. He grabs Mike by his shoulders to deepen the kiss for a few more moments. "Speakin' of which…Chuck knows."
Mike sighs and then shrugs. "No secrets at Graceland."
That certainly wasn't the reaction Johnny was expecting.
"Yeah, well, it's your fault though. She found out 'cause you left a friggin' hickey on me the other day man-"
"I didn't hear any complaining when I left it. If I remember correctly, you could barely talk because you liked it so much." This sends a chill up Johnny's spine. To make matters worse, Mike is giving him that wolfish expression again. "Maybe…I should leave another one-"
"Nah, I should put one on you this time. So you can parade around here with my mark on you-"
Johnny didn't have that tough of a time keeping the hickey hidden truth be told. It was moreso avoiding the knowing glances Charlie threw in his direction when she noticed he wore his hoodie more than usual around the house. With that in mind, the idea of just taking his sweet time sucking on parts of Mike's skin to leave a visible mark bode with Johnny just fine.
"Oh wait, I forgot I have to tell you someth-"
"Nah, get on the bed. I don't wanna hear it."
"What?"
"On the bed. We don't have all night Mike."
The sound Mike makes is between a laugh and a question. Johnny responds to it by taking both of Mike's hands in his and leading him to the bed, walking backwards. He can feel the skepticism through Mike's fingers.
When the two land on the bed Johnny lays Mike on his back while he hovers on the left flank of him. Mike looks serious, as does Johnny. They don't speak for a while.
"You're serious about leaving a mar-?"
"As a heart attack, yeah." Johnny smirks as he lightly pats Mike's cheek. He takes Mike's chin between his fingers.
"Fine, go ahead," Mike says, after a minute. He sits up so that he's putting his weight on his elbows.
Johnny nods before sloppily licking his own finger and sticking it through Mike's ear.
"Augh- !" Mike grunts, pushing Johnny away. He wipes at his ear frantically while Johnny laughs at his expense.
"Gross-" Mike wipes a wet hand on Johnny's arm and out of nowhere tackles him.
Johnny, caught by surprise, is grinning widely while trying to escape from Mike's grasp.
"Shi-t! MIKE! Timeout-!"
Johnny finds himself on his stomach, Mike on top of him and licking the back of his ear as if he was a dog. He can't help himself from almost giggling at the tickling sensation. Also, the weight of Mike pressed against his back was making his face feel hot.
"If you want me to stop, why are you laughing so much?"
"Yo, for real Mike!-"
Mike ignores Johnny's pleas and continues wrestling with him. The two of them were still gripped with laughter in a somewhat heated match; headlocks, more tackling, the whole works. The extreme sleepiness Johnny was feeling earlier transferred into a kind of loopy haze. He was alert but at the same time reeling from everything. Everything as a result from lack of sleep to lack of contact with Mike for so long…
Even though Johnny was calling for a timeout, he was loving the way Mike was acting now. This goofy side that he bought out of the usually serious Mike was awesome and refreshing. Just to see him let loose for a while made Johnny's night. After a few minutes the two agents were out of breath from their game.
The two were laying side by side, panting heavily and drinking in the amused but looped out expressions on each other's faces.
"I like this side of you. Why don't you act like this more often?" Johnny asks, his voice dropped low as he began eyeing Mike carefully. Mike's face was a bit flushed from their activity. He was staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully for a bit before answering.
"You do?" Mike answers, with an inflection of disbelief. He still stares at the ceiling as Johnny continues staring at him.
He starts with, "I don't know exactly… why I am the way I am…" quietly, and then stops altogether.
"There goes that stick up your ass again. Guess I spoke too soon," Johnny partially baits. He sits up and reaches a hand over to prop on Mike's forehead. His fingers began flittering across the loose dark blond locks in that area.
Mike's only response was to continue gazing upwards. Worry crossed Johnny's features, as he wondered what was going through the head of his friend. He almost forgot about the sleep he was supposed to get, and trying to find out the real reason for Mike's visit tonight. A cloud draws over Mike's face the longer Johnny gapes at him.
"Are you mad about somethin'? If you are, just say so," Johnny breathes out. He sits up further so that half of his body is hovering over Mike.
"No, I'm not mad. I'm just thinking." Mike arches upwards to Johnny to meet him halfway. "What, Carlito better company than I am these days?"
"Tch, what the hell is wrong with you man?" Johnny says, as he shakes his head in disbelief. He almost has to laugh at the snide slightly insecure remark though. He can't really blame Mike for making it. He'd been crossing the line a little with him about being in an on again off again relationship with Paige while they were making out no more than five minutes ago. Basically, it was pretty messed up on both sides.
Moreover, Johnny already told Mike that he wasn't into Carlito…Like at all. The feeling he felt for the guy accumulated to pity more than anything. That afternoon Johnny and Mike had their thing should have reassured Mike's insecurities enough. Perhaps the distance brought it back.
Mike makes an innocent face that Johnny is also too smart to trust.
"I don't know what you mean," Mike replies cagily, beginning to press chaste kisses to Johnny's down-turned mouth. Johnny is unresponsive at first, still a bit taken aback by Mike's earlier the end, he kisses him back and lets relaxation wash over him.
Mike hands start roving around Johnny's chest as their kisses deepen. Johnny's hands take residence on the back of Mike's neck, in the process of him being flipped over on his own back. His brain veils over due to the heated sensations developing from Mike's tongue in his mouth and the pads of fingers pressing over his exposed skin to explore. What comes next nearly causes Johnny to blackout as his hands are pinned above his head; Mike's mouth leaving his to go to his neck…then to his collarbone for attention…and finally his chest when a hand presses down inside the front of his BOXERS-
"MIKE!" Johnny gives an unmanly squeak as he rolls Mike off him. He coughs several times while Mike stares at him in a mixture of an entertained and perturbed expression. "Um, anyway-" Johnny flimsily begins, then ends just as quickly. He purses his mouth before peering at Mike with timid eyes.
Based on what he was seeing, Mike seems to be battling with multiple thoughts.
Mike stops himself several times from saying something to Johnny, before finally speaking. "Johnny…did I make you… uncomfortable?"
"Nah, well-" Johnny looks around hoping he could find the right words in his room somewhere.
This was bad.
He wanted to be more intimate with Mike but…it's better if both their heads were clearer for this. It's just as bad as when cleaning fumes disrupted their thoughts two weeks ago, and now this time around it was lack of sleep for both of them. Johnny holds back Mike's intruding hands reaching for his face.
"We…should probably get some rest."
Mike chuckles as he asks, "Are you seri-"
"Yes I'm serious. So serious."
Johnny wasn't as serious as he should've been about it actually.
One thing he was completely serious about was this was a huge internal struggle he was having. He didn't want Mike to leave, that much was true. However, this was the most responsible thing to do right now. What if Briggs or Paige or whomever else outside the room came busting in wondering where Mike or Johnny was?
What they would find was; Mike's tongue down Johnny's throat, both of them grinding each other into a frenzy, someone's hands down someone else's boxers and whatnot. Not to mention the sounds of two grown men moaning and laughing loudly to each other would give their housemates even more pause. If it didn't earlier when they were wrestling…
Except Charlie, since she knows about their thing already. She'd probably crack a joke about staying to watch before going on about her business.
It physically pained Johnny's already fatiguing body to utter his next sentence. "Yeah…you should leave. Really."
"What if I don't wanna to leave right now? Maybe-" Mike leans into Johnny's space again, his breath and smirk tickling Johnny's ear. "Maybe I wanna to spend the night?"
"Yeah, I know you don't wanna leave… annnnd that's the problem." Johnny briskly wraps an arm around Mike's waist to help him out of his bed.
Mike won't budge of course.
"Mike, you know, I say this with all the love I've got for you in my heart-," He pulls an aghast Mike to his feet despite the delay. "But bro, seriously, you need to get your ass to bed. We both need some sleep. Especially Me." Johnny ignores the face Mike makes and gives him one kiss on the mouth before spinning him around to face the door. He then slightly rough herds the golden boy in that direction when he is met with halting feet again.
"Alright, alright okay. I can tell when I'm not wanted." Johnny tries to resist the urge to pull Mike back in. He tries even harder to make a serious face to counter the coquettish expression Mike is giving him. Why was he making this difficult? He was supposedly much more responsible than Johnny…Evidently the tables have turned.
"Night, Mikey," Johnny whispers, as he claps Mike on the shoulder from behind. "Now, get the hell out. Love you."
"Of course you do."
"Yeah, you better go."
"Fine, I'm going I'm going," Mike grumbles, as he holds his hands up in surrender. His face shares not so well concealed disappointment now.
"Wait, c'mere for a sec." Mike hesitates at Johnny calling him back in, as most of his body is already out the door. "Just come here-"
Eventually, Mike sticks his head in through the small crack of Johnny's door not sure what to expect.
Johnny puts a hand on the back of Mike's neck and pulls in order to unite their lips again for one last time tonight. It lasts almost a second, although the Johnny and maybe Mike, felt as though it was longer.
"Night. For real this time."
Mike bites his lip still obviously annoyed. Johnny sees he's struggling with the right words to respond with. The next thing that comes out of his mouth he instantly regrets.
"You mad son?"
Mike shoots Johnny one last irritated look as an answer and storms off into the hallway.
Uh oh. That did it.
Johnny, unable to stop himself from teasing Mike again, says some other dumb thing; "We promised not to go to bed angry Mike! Let's talk about this?!" His door is all the way open now as he calls after Mike nosily.
Johnny looks around the hallway for any other visitors. The coast was clear.
He closes his door and speed walks to the front of Mike's door. Discomfiture etches in his features when he knocks on the glass panel.
"Hey Mikey! Open up!"
He hears footsteps on the other side before the door swings open. Johnny sees that Mike's face is filled with an assortment of different emotions. Some good, some bad. But mostly bad.
"You followed me," Mike says this slowly, with an air of disbelief that Johnny doesn't quite appreciate.
"And? Don't act like you're not excited to see me," Johnny boasts, as he makes a move to step inside Mike's room, but Mike blocks him from doing so.
"John, why should I let you in-" Mike was using that cheerful but not actually cheerful tone of voice again. Sarcasm. "When you just put me out not five seconds ago?"
"Chill, man. Didn't you say you had somethin' to tell me?" Johnny manages to nudge Mike out of the way, to Mike's annoyance, in order to enter the room. Johnny glances around seeing piles of papers covering the floor, an unmade bed and a pissed off Mike Warren standing in the middle of the room.
"Yeah, I did. But-"Mike gives a fake dreamy sigh. "I'm just not gonna tell you anymore. Goodnight John." He looks pointedly at the door which is also beckoning Johnny to come through it.
"Dude, just tell me! I'm right here. Look-" Johnny does a double take at the door and closes it. He walks back over to Mike, making an attempt to place his hands around his waist, but Mike brushes them off. But he is able to successfully take Mike's face in his hands to gaze into deeply. He lets a playful smirk cross his features. "While I'm awake. I might be out a long time. C'mon Mikey."
Mike rolls his eyes trying to avoid Johnny's intense gaze. "It's not important. Just, go get some sleep Johnny. It's fine, really-"
"The hell it is! What was so damn important anyway?! Just tell me!"
"Johnny, just go to sleep before we both say something we'll regret-"
"Hah, what? Excuse me?" Johnny says, as he drops his hands from Mike's face, with confusion all over his own face.
"Why don't you just say it? What are you, afraid of me now?" He was extremely afraid of the answer. Mike, as per usual these days since he got back from D.C, was acting somewhat of a jerky version of himself. Johnny thought that since their little make-out session with half-assed confessions of mutual attraction should've soothed things a little. Yeah, it was half-assed but Mike seemed to get the picture at the time.
Damn those two weeks they spent apart!
Mike begins clenching and un-clenching his hands looking everywhere but at Johnny again. "I'm not afraid of you Johnny. Please just go. Like you said we're both tired-"
"Look, I know we both got a lot of shit on our plates right now. Maybe it would, ya'know help. Like last time to-" Johnny pulls him closer but is pushed away almost instantly.
"Johnny, are you saying we just sleep together now?! This isn't the time for that!"
Johnny's eyes go wide. He fights the urge to yell so that they didn't draw their housemate's attention. They were speaking in loud whispers at the moment. He had to remind himself that they were both tired. In need of a heavy duty amount of rest. This is by far the longest argument the two of them have had, and Johnny wanted to end it. He chose to answer back as calmly as possible.
"Did I ask you to sleep with me?" He gently takes Mike's chin to make him give eye contact. "Huh? Answer me Mike-"
Mike's eyes are all over the place, his body is fidgeting again. He blinks several times before answering with, "No."
"No, that's right I didn't. Is that what's bothering you? You need to get laid or somethin'? Is Paige not satisfying you enough?" So much for not drawing the argument out. Oops.
Mike steps away from Johnny, in disbelief. "Why do you keep throwing her in my face?"
"Why did you throw Carlito in my face? I already told you I don't like him."
Mike gives a smirk that fills Johnny with a sense of dread. "But, you do like his sister?"
"…Huh?"
Johnny feigns an oblivious expression as hard as he can. How did he know? Or was Mike just grasping at straws? He prayed for the latter because it sounded more like a question than a statement.
"What are you talkin' about?"
Mike squints at him. Johnny can tell he's trying all he can to dig deeper into this. Perhaps it was just jealously talking again? He wasn't wrong though. It's just that Johnny can't say anything about his attraction with Lucia and vice versa. Jakes warned it was in bad form to sleep with those CI's and adjacent back when he slept with that marijuana farmer. But he and Lucia hadn't slept together. They only kissed that same night a few weeks back when Johnny and Carlito were going to ride out to the doomed pickup. That was the last night he saw Lucia and Carlito now that he thought about it.
So all was still good…right?
"So, you don't like Lucia Solano?"
"No. And before you ask me for the hundredth time, I don't like Carlito either. We've talked about this, remember?" Johnny says while nodding, still keeping up with his act. He lifts a hand to cup Mike's cheek. "And you and Paige? Are you two still uh-?"
"No, no-" Mike starts, visibly surprised by the question. He shakes his head, eyes probing into Johnny's, of which Johnny presumed was being done to make him believe. "Of course not. Not for a while now."
Johnny bites his lip slightly then nods.
"Okay. I believe you…It doesn't matter. I was just wondering."
Liars. The both of them.
What made the two of them push into each other, yet be pulled into other directions for other people like for Paige and Lucia?
Johnny knows they're both lying to each other and themselves….
Well, it's more like they're admitting to themselves that they're lying to themselves, but letting the lie continue. Or maybe-
Nevermind. It's too late for this.
Mike leans forward to connect his lips with Johnny's before Johnny could regain his conscious footing again. He closes his eyes and hums in laughter at the lazy steadiness of the kiss. He hears Mike exhale as they break apart. They rest their foreheads together, just taking in each other's sleepy appearances.
"I shouldn't have said anything."
"Oh really? You're just now realizing that?" Johnny taunts, pressing a kiss to Mike's mouth. Mike chuckles, smiling lightly.
"We should go to sleep. You were right about that-"
"Of course I was," Johnny agrees, as he steps back a little to yawn and stretch. Mike does the same before running a hand over his hair sluggishly. He openly stares at Johnny for a few moments.
"What?"
"You can sleep here if you want to-"
"Didn't we just have this discussion already Levi?"
Johnny doesn't miss the way Mike winces at the nickname.
"Nah, just…to sleep. Since, you're tire-" Mike yawns, blinks away sleepy tears and then sighs. "Tired. Hmm."
Johnny also can't help but snicker a little at the half formed sentences his guy was making. He felt his own brain beginning to trudge through groggy territory again himself. They were truly out of it now. "Mikey." He kisses Mike briefly, missing his mouth by a centimeter, as he is led to the front of Mike's bed by the hand.
Johnny makes a move to lay on top of the bed when Mike drags him to the floor to lay down with him. As Johnny lay on the floor, Mike grabs some covers and pillows from the bed. He props the pillows up behind the both of their heads, while the covers are draped over them.
"If…anyone finds us-" Mike stops to yawn again. "We…can just say we were working…" He lazily pulls a few of the stacks of papers closer to them before laying his head next to Johnny's.
"Hrm," Johnny yawns and smiles. "Smart." He nuzzles into Mike's neck. The warmth he felt there made him feel warm by default. "…this close…though?" The words that should've escaped his lips were, "Should we be laying this close though? Someone might find us," but his brain wouldn't cooperate with the rest of his listless body.
Talk about contagious yawns. How was he so sleepy already?! Ah well.
"Later…worry about it…"
"…'Km…Mik…"
"…win…gma…n…"
Before Johnny knew it sleep took control of his body for the rest of the morning.
~~~g-r-a-c-e-l-a-n-d~~~
"Aww." Johnny thinks he hears a familiar voice cooing above him. He could have sworn he heard a door close earlier. That had to be his imagination though since he just went to sleep in his be-
The feel of a pillow being pulled from beneath his head follows before a swift smack upside his head did.
"…Yo-"
He hears "Get UP!" followed by a resounding grunt next to him from impact of that same pillow.
"…Hnng..?" Johnny groans, while rubbing his eyes. The sunlight streaming from his window bathes his face swiftly. He feels a soft cheek on his face when he turns.
It's a wild sleeping Mike Warren! Currently the guy has his arms splayed over Johnny's chest while cheek to cheek with Johnny. The same cover from last night wraps around them both still.
Johnny groans even louder in frustration at this new visual information. When he looks up, he is glad Charlie was the one to find them like this and not someone else.
"What the hell Chuck, we were workin'-"
"Uh huh, of course you were," Charlie nods.
"No for real Chuck, we-"
"…Charlie?"
Johnny and Charlie turn to their housemate. He was still laying own but had removed his arm wrapped around Johnny's middle. He squinted at the form standing above him.
"Goodmornin' Mikey. Sleep well?" Charlie questions, smiling in his direction.
"How the hell does he get a 'good morning Mikey', when all I get is hit with a pillow?!"
Charlie shrugs. "Well, I hit him too. It just didn't take."
Mike sits up from his position next to Johnny and yawns. Johnny takes in the drowsy expression on Mike's face; eyes half closed and unfocused, hair swirled all over the place, shirt askew.
Oh no he's cute. Again.
Unable to help himself, and forgetting Charlie was standing in front of him, Johnny wraps an arm around Mike's shoulders to draw him closer so that their nose almost touched. Mike wakes up a little more now, eyes focusing on Johnny's gaze.
"Hey," Johnny greets softly, smiling. "You good?"
Mike smiles back, looking down a little as if he was embarrassed. Johnny can't help but marvel at the way one minute Mike could act like a shy school boy confessing to his crush how he feels to the aggressive, playful guy who initiated 95% of what was made up of their relationship now.
They stare at each other's lips, just about to close the distance between them, when Charlie whistles loudly.
"Hot stuff. Hate to interrupt, but you two actually can't say hidden away all day. So. Up."
"Mind your business," Johnny growls as an answer, burying Mike's head into his chest. He hears muffled laughter from that area and it makes him smirk even wider.
Charlie narrows her eyes at him. "Listen you, it's already twelve in the afternoon. So if you don't get your asses-"
"What?!" Mike practically shrieks, as he pushes from Johnny's hold. He gapes at Charlie wide eyed.
"Did you just say it's twelve in the afternoon?!"
"Yep. It's been twelve o'clock since five minutes ago-"
"I've gotta go!" Mike yells, jumping up. He runs to one of his dressers and then his closets for clothes but not before pressing a hard kiss to Johnny's mouth. "I have a lead on-Nevermind. I have to shower… I'll tell you later. I need to showe-" He stops midway to concentrate on rifling through a nearby paper stack. Afterwards he bolts to the door with clothes, shoes and papers in hand. Charlie and Johnny just watch the whole scene silently, one amused but the other both amused and turned on.
"Hey, ayo Mikey! Need some company son!?" Johnny calls out, as Mike has almost gone through the door. "Want me to scrub your back?!"
"No Johnny!" He hears echoing into the room from the hallway. The sound of footsteps as well as cursing follows before silence.
Johnny leans back, sucking his teeth while glaring at Charlie who was currently fighting off laughter.
"Dammit Charlie! This is the second time!"
"Heh, I know right?! Anyway," she begins, and then bops Johnny with a pillow again.
"Hey!"
"I need your help with a thing. Get up." She tosses a bundle of what looks to be colorfully striped pants, suspenders, large wide brown shoes and a giant rainbow afro wig on his lap. "You're free most of the day right? Right. Thought so."
Johnny groans and rubs his head in annoyance. So much for catching up with Mike. There had to be a better way to get more alone time with him…
Johnny woke up with a blurred memory of what transpired last night. But the kiss goodbye Mike gave him sent those fuzzy memories into convergence.
Johnny began to realize even more that this relationship or whatever it was could be the best and worst thing to happen to them. They started arguing more and the shaky relationship statuses… The same could almost be said about what was blossoming between him and Lucia. Speaking of which, he should be paying her a visit soon but only after-
"Five minutes, let's go. Annnnddd-" Charlie says, staring knowingly at Johnny who tried sneaking off. "You shower in the other shower Mike's not using. You got me?"
"Pfft. Whatever. Paige is probably in there with him anyway," Johnny mumbles, as he gives a wan smile and saunters out of the room. He probably wasn't too far off though. He'd hadn't seen Paige for awhile, since that drop failed. Which could mean she crept back in last night and was probably somewhere not far off from Mike. Johnny guessed she'd eventually make an appearance.
Charlie sighs and rolls her eyes to the ceiling. "Why me?" she asks to heavens. She picks up the undercover clown uniform before leaving the room.