A/N: I needed to write something, and I couldn't concentrate enough to finish up the next Hell High chapter. So, I wrote this! It's set after Bright, Blue Eyes and These Words. This is for IsidoraAngst. Hope you like it, girl! R&R. Enjoy!

Always Love

John yawned and curled up tighter, burying his head in his arms. He was laying on the couch, enjoying the rays of sunlight that were shining through brightly into the living room of Dave's…of their place. Even after being with Dave for so long, it was still weird to think of this place as his as well, instead of it being just Dave's.

Before John even set foot in the house, Dave had told him that this house was theirs. Not Dave's, but theirs. It would be their home; somewhere both of them could be themselves at and not be judged for it. When he first heard Dave tell him that, John had no idea what to say, let alone what to think. No one had ever told him anything like that. None of his previous owners had allowed him to claim anything as his. And he sure as hell wasn't allowed to be himself around any of his previous owners. Dave was completely different, and John was more than thankful for it.

He would have never gotten away with curling up on the couch just to lay in the sun were he still with Kurt. Hell, he wasn't even allowed to look at it. In Kurt's mind, the only place a Prise belonged was on the floor, waiting for its owner's beck and call.

But he wasn't with Kurt anymore, thank God. No, John was with Dave, in their home.

Yawning once again, John stretched out and reveled in the sound of his bones cracking. Dave would be arriving home soon with dinner, and they'd eat and spend time together. This was a very rare time for them; Dave had an entire week off and they were both enjoying it at their home. Of course, Dave had to pull a lot of strings to get his week off, but somehow, he had managed it and they were both more than grateful for it.

It wasn't because Dave was losing his love for wrestling or for being on the road a lot. Actually, it was the opposite. Dave loved doing what he did for a living; he loved wrestling, he loved being on the road and traveling, and he loved having John with him for the ride. John loved it too, even though he wasn't allowed to be with Dave at ring side in some states. There were just some states that refused to get rid of their Prise laws in regards to sports and the like.

Dave wanted the week off to just stay at home and relax with John. Being able to do that was a great luxury for them, and Dave figured that they deserved it. Which was how John ended up lounging on the couch, soaking up the sun's rays. Dressed only in a pair of Dave's pajama bottoms, John snuggled into the Indian blanket he had covered himself with and waited for his master to get home.

Owner…

Master…

Everyone who had owned John had been just that to him: an owner. Someone he had to put up with and had to please and obey regardless of anything that might be wrong with him.

But Dave was his master. The only person in the world John wanted to please, wanted to bend over backwards for, wanted to love and be loved by him. No one else made him feel this way, and although it had frightened him at first, that fear faded and John learned that Dave was different from his previous owners. Thinking about how much the older man loved him made John feel like a teenage boy in love for the first time. Pride, happiness, and love, always love, swelled up inside of him and caused tears of happiness to shine in his blue eyes.

Needless to say, Dave was more than slightly confused when he walked through the door and saw a teary eyed John laying on the couch. Placing the bags of Chinese food down, Dave knelt by the younger man and asked him what was wrong. John just laughed, smiled, and kissed him before he answered.