Johnny had envied the bedhead for years now, how simple it was for Justin to go from bed to bathroom to outdoors, in public, with nothing more than a quick tousle and shake, not a comb or brush in use and sometimes he didn't even wash it, just went to work natural.
This envy subsided after lunch.
The bouts of one after the other vomiting concerned him.
'Maybe...maybe its food poisoning. Or how you've been stuffing yourself lately, maybe you ate too much.'
'Could be.' Justin answered, hot sickly face cooled against the wall tiles in the bathroom, bone white with pale green specks throughout, a tile colored like a bar of soap. He had managed with JCurt's help to yank his knotted hair out of the bodily fluid firing line but his mouth was crusty.
'There's SOMETHING wrong. I mean, you're grey.'
'Thank you for stating what's fucking obvious.' Justin said before retching again.
'I'll call for help? Ambulance? Something?'
'No.' Justin put his hand up, Maryse style, shooed Johnny away. 'I'm okay, don't...don't HOVER over me, man.'
'I don't have a vacuum cleaner.' Johhny replied and chuckles sounded from Justin's gooey messy lips.
'Might as well head out before the late bell rings.' he joked, stomach aching. 'Hurry up.'
'I'd rather not leave you.' Worried creases decorated Johnny's forehead, thin lines around his mouth.
''The nausea's wearing down, I'll catch up with you. Go on, I'll be along soon enough.'
'You absolutely promise?'
'I promise with all my abs and their salute.'
'Right, but I'll send someone by in case.'
'John-eeeeee, shoo! Scat!'
'Right, right, right, don't pounce on me!'
In the silence against the cold feel of the tub, he whimpered, grasped his belly through his tee.
'Damn half moon.' Justin winced and snarled, teeth gritted against the pain.
He vomited once more.
Stomach churned and rolled along with his emotions.
A week passed, with various levels of tummy discomfort and JCurt was back, guest visiting his abode, looking quite relieved to see him more at ease.
'Only us here?'
'Yeah, Pita left to get his brother at the airport. It's their day since his bro's in the States for a visit.'
'Pita?' Johnny blinked in confusion.
'My Pain in the ass.' Justin smiled.
'Right.' Johnny said but was obviously still perplexed. He landed on a sofa and glanced around at every framed photo, every shark tooth strung along the walls like christmas lights, every dog toy scattered out for Ren, grumpy and unimpressed, sprawled over his humongous pillow. 'Nice place.'
'It has its moments.'
'I need you to teach me how to seduce.' JCurt blurted.
justin politely fumbled the tennis ball he'd been juggling, blushed, blinked, coughed, looked straight at his guest with huge eyes.
'Say what now?!'
'I'm fresh out of beer.' Johnny chewed his lower lip, frustrated with how he tended to make terrible puns and jokes when he was nervous. 'Seriously, honestly, I want to learn to be...like you.'
'That shitty excuse for dahn-sing isn't getting you any action?'
'No...I...'
'I see. Anyone special?'
JCurt beamed, face glowing, eyes shining with attraction. 'Jinder's VERY special. To me.'
'I KNEW it!' Justin bellowed and Ren looked up, sniffed, found nothing interesting, turned in an exact three circles and went back to napping. 'Drew told me you've been hanging around.'
'Well, I...uhm...'
'No reason to be shy, it's good for you to get some tail.'
Johnny turned brick red, face hot.
'It's cool you're wanting to bite into some poutine paneer.'
Red turned plum, sweat began forming.
'Eat, hell, I haven't even got my spoon in yet.'
Ren eyed the men during their outburst of laughter, yawned, nuzzled back into his bed.
'Well, I'll change that.'
'You'll help me?!'
'Learn from me, Student. I'll get you laid before you can believe it.'
