A/N: Just want to thank my wonderful beta Pleasant Sea Nights! You are awesome and made this much better than I could have! Thank you
Also, there is some strong language and not-so-graphic sexual content. Not too many spoilers, but there may be some.
It had been a couple of weeks since the night down at the campfire. Mike had been busy with Bello and Johnny had been doing a few minor drug busts, so the two hadn't really spent any time together. They weren't officially dating, as it was advised against dating other Graceland agents, but that didn't stop Johnny from thinking of Mike as his boyfriend, partner, lover, or any other term that could be used to describe their relationship.
Johnny got back to the house late in the morning from surfing and fell onto a chair in the kitchen. He had taken a beating with the waves today. Johnny helped himself to a glass of DJ's orange juice. He would hear about it later, when DJ discovered his missing juice, but Johnny couldn't bring himself to care. The house was unusually quiet, so Johnny figured it was most likely empty. Wanting to talk to Mike about their "relationship" he decided to head upstairs to double-check, hoping that Mike was here in his room or something.
He pushed open the younger agent's bedroom door just a crack and peered inside. There he saw Mike laying sprawled out on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow, drool seeping into the light blue fabric. Johnny thought that he looked so cute, he almost couldn't bring himself to disturb him. Key word: almost.
Living up to his reputation as the immature member of the house, he pushed the door open all the way quietly and jumped up onto Mike's bed.
"Yo, Mikey, get your ass up!"
Mike only groaned in response, not bothering to move. Johnny smiled and continued to jump on his bed. Once he had an objective in mind, he wouldn't give up.
"Come on, Mikey! I know you can hear me, quit pretending you can't!"
Mike lifted his head and opened his eyes before aggressively gritting out, "what do you want, Johnny?"
Johnny stopped jumping on the bed and just stood on the mattress in silence for a moment. Mike was ever one to be harsh, especially not with Johnny. The only time he had been harsh so far was after Eddie committed suicide, and Paige had been bugging Mike about it. But other than that, Johnny had been positive that Mike never got mad. Annoyed, yes. Irritated, yes. But mad, no. At least, that's what Johnny had thought.
"Hey, I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to piss you off."
Johnny got off the mattress as Mike rolled over onto his back, heaving out a sigh and rubbing one hand roughly down his face. Mike took his other hand to grab Johnny's wrist.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. " Mike looked very apologetic. "What did you need?"
"I don't need anything, bro. Just came to see what you were doing. I didn't even think you were home, its so quiet here. And it's, like, 11 AM."
"Are you saying I'm regularly obnoxious?" Mike asked as he sat up slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Well, now that you mention it…" Johnny trailed off, his smirk plastered prominently on his face. Mike laughed.
"Are you done being cranky? Back to all sunshine and smiles, Mikey?" Johnny quipped, stepping closer to where Mike was sitting on his bed.
Mike attempted to appear irritated, but he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. It was impossible to be mad at Johnny.
"Can we talk or am I gonna get my head bit off?"
Mike laughed again.
"I can promise I will try not to bite."
Johnny chuckled but it was a little more nervous this time. Johnny was no stranger to flirting and hooking up. He wasn't even a stranger to hooking up with other guys. He had experimented. But this was new to him. Being in a relationship wasn't something he had done much of. Being in a relationship with another guy was foreign, seeing as his previous escapades were all casual. He had a few drunken kisses with a few guys, but it never went past that. And starting a relationship with Mike, that was out of this world. He wanted it. He needed it. He had spent the past couple of weeks thinking about nothing but it. Mike was on his mind constantly. This conversation was not going to be easy, Johnny knew that, but he also knew he could not last another day in the same house as Mike and not have this conversation. He needed to know what they were. Time to rip off the band aid.
"What are we?"
Mike opened his mouth immediately to respond, but upon realizing that he was unsure of how to answer that question, he just sat there and silently gaped at Johnny. The lack of a response from Mike made Johnny ridiculously uncomfortable and when Johnny was uncomfortable, he rambled. A lot.
"I mean, that night things were good. They were good, right?" Johnny paused to glance and Mike, but Mike was still only staring at Johnny speechlessly. "You know, that night at the campfire with the others?" Mike was not even given the chance to confirm that he knew what night Johnny was referring to before Johnny continued. "Well, I thought things went well, man. It was fun and we talked and there was that - that kiss and you don't even remember -"
"Johnny! JOHNNY!" Mike interjected, effectively cutting Johnny off. "I remember. Of course I remember."
"Yeah?" Johnny questioned unsurely, but there was a hint of hope in his voice.
"Yeah. And I…it was good for me too." Mike added in his typical awkward fashion.
"Well, damn, dude. Why haven't you said nothin' then? It's been weeks, Mikey!"
"I just - I mean I didn't know if I - it's just…" Mike stammered.
Johnny let out a small laugh as his usual megawatt grin broke out across his face.
"Relax, Mike. I was just playin' with you.."
Mike frowned a little.
"Why didn't you say something?"
Johnny's smile faltered slightly as a light blush crept onto his cheeks. He averted his eyes, but tried to play it cool like always.
"Man, you're like never home."
"I've been busy with Bello."
"Exactly. Kinda hard to have a conversation with someone who's not here, ya know?"
"Right."
"So…" Johnny trailed off. This conversation really wasn't easy. This time it was Mike who laughed.
"Can we just - I don't know - skip this part?"
"Thank God, man. I can't do these feelings conversations."
"That's obvious," Mike quipped, the smirk prominent on his face.
"Hey! You ain't doing much better here!"
"I know," Mike agreed while chuckling. His smile faded slightly. "What now?"
Johnny chose to let his actions do the talking and walked up to the edge of Mike's bed. He reached a hand out, lightly trailing his fingers down Mike's jaw as Mike stared up at him with large blue eyes and that hopelessly confused look he so often wore. Johnny gripped Mike's face gently before leaning down and barely placing a kiss to Mike's lips. Mike didn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around Johnny's neck, increasing the pressure of the kiss. Johnny swiped his tongue across Mike's bottom lip and this time Mike responded instantly by opening his mouth. The kiss became more heated as Johnny placed one knee on the bed when Mike tugged him closer. Johnny broke away when he felt Mike smiling against his lips. He broke away to look at Mike, allowing both of them a chance to catch their breath.
"What's up, smiley?" Johnny teased.
Mike's smile only got bigger. He loosened the grip he had on Johnny's t-shirt slightly.
"Just happy."
"Yeah?" Johnny leaned in closer to Mike, their lips mere millimeters apart. "I could make you happier."
The feel of Johnny's breath on his lips caused Mike to shiver. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss Johnny again. Wiping the smug look from Johnny's face in the process was just a bonus. Johnny untangled one hand from Mike's messy blond hair and trailed it slowly down Mike's back before letting it rest on Mike's jutting hip bone. He massaged circles into the smooth skin that was left exposed when Mike's shirt had ridden up. Johnny tugged on the hem of Mike's shirt and, taking the hint, Mike pulled away just long enough to yank his shirt off. Mike attached his mouth to Johnny's again before his shirt could even hit the floor. Johnny placed a hand on Mike's now bare chest and pushed him back against the mattress before climbing onto the bed to straddle Mike. The kiss stopped again so Johnny could follow suit and all but rip his shirt off. Johnny began kissing Mike's jaw while Mike allowed his hands to roam over Johnny's toned stomach. Johnny trailed feather light kisses down Mike's jaw as he moved one hand to grip Mike's already half hard length through his boxers. Mike moaned loudly, simultaneously arousing Johnny and making him glad they were the only two home.
Or so he thought.
Neither of them had heard the footsteps coming toward the room and both had forgotten the bedroom door had been left wide open, so Briggs's voice certainly came as a shock.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Briggs boomed disgustedly from the doorway.
Johnny all but sprang off of Mike as both of their heads whipped around to face Paul. Mike hid his face behind his hands. Johnny was standing awkwardly next to the bed, looking back and forth between the other two. Mike peaked out from behind his hands when he heard Johnny start laughing. He pulled his hands completely away from his face to see Briggs leaning heavily against the doorway, clutching his stomach as he laughed. It was Mike's turn to look between Briggs and Johnny, his eyes settling on Johnny.
"Why are you laughing?"
Briggs and Johnny shared a look before they both fixed their gaze on Mike. Taking in Mike's confused expression, Johnny tried to reign in his laughter.
"You embarrassed, Levi?" Johnny tried to ask seriously.
Mike looked at him incredulously.
"You aren't?"
"Naw, man. I heard him and Charlie the other day!"
"What? Wait, you and Charlie?" Mike asked disbelievingly as he focused his attention on Briggs.
Briggs didn't respond but a small smile was playing on his lips.
"There are no secrets in Graceland, Mikey," Johnny interjected playfully.
Mike just gaped at him. Briggs shook his head at the two in front of him before turning away and walking down the hall.
"Thin walls, boys. Thin walls," Briggs shouted over his shoulder.