Paul gets out off the bed an pulls up his trousers. He is ashamed of how he acted last night, he should have let does drugs get to his head. Well, they're supposed to do that, but that's not the point. He should have never have told John he loved him. He should have never told him.

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John wakes up and gets up to go to the living room, to find Paul sitting in his favorite rocking chair, staring at the rain pouring outside. John sat in the sofa next to him.

" Why didn't you tell me?" John asked.

" Because... you were already married to Cynthia," Paul looked on, " You two were so happy together and I didn't want to be selfish."

" I get it." John coughed, " I'm sorry bout callin you a fag and all that shit"

Paul shrugged, " I deserved it. Sorry about kissing you."

" I didn't mind, actually." John leaned over and kissed Paul on the cheek.

Paul looked at John, looking into his brown eyes, feeling the love between them. He couldn't take it anymore and jumped onto John's lap and they began to kiss, and that lead to some... other stuff.