NOTES: In which Jimmy and Johnny embody the two different connotations of the word 'bitch.' Written as a prize for Jodie of Suburbia for being awesome. Review! (Also - w00t w00t for being in double-digit chapters!)
PROMPTS: A64 – Playboy/C14 – Pauses
RATING: T for sexual language and a vague drug reference
CHARACTERS: Jimmy and Johnny
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It was one of those mornings where it takes awhile to realize where you are, how you got there, and (sometimes) who you are.
He decided to work through these in reverse. Three: his name was Jimmy. Two: through the fog that was the night before, he managed to pick out some details, mostly the usual needles, beer, and Johnny…
Right. More Johnny than he was used to. Jimmy remembered, with some smug pride, that he'd fulfilled his promise of the "full experience." He'd fucked him all the way. He knew he'd accomplished something. Contented, he dragged his eyes open for Step One. He knew he was home; he never made a habit of sticking around post-fuck, but since it was his apartment, he'd made an exception.
The first thing he saw was his own hand…which was resting on Johnny's head…which was resting on Jimmy's chest. It was warm, and almost comfortable…and too much of an exception.
He removed his fingers from Johnny's hair, rolling him onto the left side of the mattress where he belonged. The only answer was a quiet, still-asleep grunt. Jimmy rolled over into his own spot. Everything was back to normal.