lol sorry about the abundance of smut in the last chapter... want to involve some other family members too

also i will dip in and out of actual EE storylines...

ALSO APOLOGIES FOR THE SUDDEN TRANSITION TO PAST TENSE IN THE LAST CHAPTER (now recruiting beta...)

u awake?xxx

yeah xxxxx

u alright? is ian? xxxxx

yh we're fine hru and ur parents?xxxxx

mum and dad are fine but acting weird :( :/ need to speak tomorrow urgently come round at twelve xxxxxx

kkk sounds odd but yh sure c u then xxxxx

love you xxxxx

you too xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Johnny drops his phone to the floor, heart fluttering. He turns over in his double bed to get to the cool side , and winces as he is bathed in silver moonlight through the window and bars of blind, stars surrounding the speckled wonder like a field of sparkly daffodils. He thinks it's a pretty sight and wants to wake up with it being replaced with its sunny counterpart.

He and Peter had been going on since July and still nobody has found out (sadly).

Except Nance.

Johnny had been texting Peter with an extravagant amount of kisses in the early flirtatious period of their relationship. Naturally. But he also rather foolishly left his phone on the table in the living room when he realised his cake had been in the oven too long. Nancy took a peek at the phone. Naturally.

And so, when Johnny had returned several seconds later, he had discovered her with a cheeky grin on her face. "No. Way." She exclaimed. "You jammy wanker! How did you get Peter flamin' Beale in your bed?!"

Johnny had sighed.

But thinking now, Johnny wants his dad to know. He wants Lee, Shirley and Tina to know and he wants his mum to know. They've all gotten used to the whole gay thing now, so having a boyfriend like Peter shouldn't come as a shock nor a bad thing. Peter's fit as fuck.

Will Peter hate him if he told him this?

The pub opens at around 12 on Sunday, round about where Peter would be coming. So Johnny goes downstairs at half eleven and cleans away the night before, washing up glasses and dishing out fresh beer mats, even changing a barrel for his dad, Mick.

He decided on some cherry lace-up DMs and cuffed jeans with a simple burgundy dotted button up - simple but effective.

Hard knuckles rap on the door before twelve and Mick is the one to answer it suddenly appearing from nowhere. Before he gets to the door he calls out "we aren't quite ready yet, babe."

He opens the door to Peter and Johnny realises that his father needs to stop calling everyone babe.

"Alright, Mick?" Johnny hears Peter's low booming voice.

"Ah, Peter, what brings you 'ere?"

"Oh, has Johnny not said anything?"

Mick turns to his son who is blushing red and wiping a glass.

"Son, care to elaborate?"

"Oh, yeah, I said he could come to mine for a bit. You know, bit of food, 'nd stuff."

"Stuff...?" Mick questions.

"Yeah, about the Albert." Peter steps in. Johnny's heart drops; Peter really doesn't want anyone to know.

As soon as Peter closes the door behind them in the kitchen, he smiles at Johnny and places his hands on his slender hips, leaning in.

Johnny pulls back, "no."

"What? Babe, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just..."

"Just..?"

"Need to talk to you. Urgently." Johnny slips out and suddenly he is having heart palpitations. "You know I love you?"

"Yeah and I love you..." Peter smiles and plants kisses up Johnny's neck, hand sliding down his back.

"Urff... Peter, no... need to talk!"

"Yeah, later..." Peter smirks into Johnny's collarbone, before looking up and plants his lips on his boyfriend's.

"'Kay." Johnny gives in to temptation and surrenders himself to Peter's utter control, allowing Peter's tongue to swoop in and dance along with his own. They are sighing so much that they barely hear the sound of the door open.

"Oi get off ma son!" Mick storms in and yanks Peter away from Johnny, clenching his arms and looking fiercely into his face. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Under my roof?" He is red in the face with anger and Johnny is honestly scared for Peter's life, who is looking scared but can easily flick away Mick.

"Dad please! Me and Peter... we were just..."

"We're together." Peter finishes, and he looks Mick in the eye. "Me and Johnny. Since July."

Surprisingly, Mick lets go of Peter.

Then he walks out.