Conclusion?
1 year later
'Johnny I'm home pet!' Jim shouted, shutting the door behind him.
He was covered in blood and the sight turned John on as it always did so he crossed his legs, avoiding looking at the hot mess standing near him.
Jim saw and chuckled, glad John wasn't getting bored of him.
'Jim I'm a very jealous man'
'You what? Eh? Do you know how jealous I get? When I see you talking to anyone I want to cut them into pieces, and fuck you so hard you'll never think of talking to anyone else ever again'
I see. Seems we are similar then. How many men have you fucked?'
'Oh, willingly 5, I'm rather picky you see pet, I can't fuck everything that moves darling! You?'
'Oh god how embarrassing Jim, 42! But that includes Uni days, & I thought you'd have done more...'
Jim kept a straight face but his eyes narrowed.
'Is that what that list is I asked you to make the other day babe?'
'Yes Jim but I-' John paused, confused and working out what Jim was up to as he leapt up the stairs, and then waving a piece of paper in the air triumphantly, he ran out of the house.
'What the fuck?' John thought...
As it dawned on him he jumped up and ran after him 'JIM FUCK SAKE YOU CAN'T KILL EVERYONE IVE HAD A RELATIONSHIP WITH!' He screamed, as Jim ignored his lover and got on the phone to Seb to make good use of 42 talented snipers.