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 Wylie hadn't really been thinking about going out and doing anything today. He wasn't feeling that interesting. In fact, he was hoping for a mellow day, which is what he should have thought of before he decided to dress in his all out punk outfit, completely with done up mohawk and Chuck Taylors. That wasn't an uncommon outfit for him, but on occasion he liked to look more normal, especially when all he wanted was a good cup of coffee.

And cue more things that made this outing not normal. As he turned away from the counter, picking up his coffee, he saw a very, very familiar face sitting in the corner. Without hesitation he walked over, pulled out the chair, spun it around and sat with his legs straddling it, the back of the chair in front of him. "Hey," he smiled that devilishly charming look.

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The apologetic smile was ignored. There was nothing to apologize for. He laughed when he heard what his daughter had been trying to do and he shook his head. "She's sounds like she's smart, too," he added, taking another sip of his coffee. He had no problem discussing Johnny's life. It didn't make him uncomfortable. It didn't really even make him feel like he was missing out on some big story. It just meant that there was more to him than mind blowing sex. He was relieved to hear that.

"I can imagine," he finally said in regards to Alice being the best thing he ever did. Wylie admired him. It was clear how much he loved his daughter and those kinds of relationships he wished he cold relate to. No time for that.

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Johnny regarded him quietly for a moment before he fished out his wallet and found the picture of Alice tucked inside. She was dressed as Bo Peep from Toy Story. He offered it to Wylie before he took another sip of his coffee. "She's a genius. Whatever they're doing to teach her at school, it works."

He tilted his head and smiled, this one warm. "What about you? How have you been?"

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Wylie took his wallet and examined the photo. He chuckled quietly to himself and then looked up Johnny again. "She's beautiful," he commented, a solemn expression. He admired him. It had to be hard being a divorced man with a kid he can't see all the time. Wylie handed his wallet back to him.

"Well," he replied. Short and sweet and to the point. What exactly was there to say? He wasn't working at the moment because he didn't have to. He didn't really have a way to explain it without going into detail about his life and that was not happening. The sob story of Wylie Kerns was not going to be displayed. "Not much goin' on," he summed it up there.

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"Thanks, man," Johnny replied as he tucked his wallet back away. It was definitely hard having to let her go every time he had her. Only he knew that nothing could be changed about it. His ex was always going to keep him at arm's length with their daughter. He just did the best he could when she was with him.

Johnny's eyebrow kicked up, and he wondered if there had to be more to what had been going on with Wylie than that, but apparently the other man wasn't suffering from verbal diarrhoea like he had been. "Fair enough."

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Wylie was a big talker. In fact, he was pretty blunt about everything except when it came to his personal life. He was pretty hush-hush about it. He preferred to do his own thing, not get to attached to anything or anyone since he moved often.

He knew he had issues, but he was sensible enough to keep other people out of it for their own mental health. No way in hell he was going to drag Johnny into this. He shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, simultaneously reaching across the table to grab his book, "Whatcha reading?"

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Johnny ran his palm over his thigh, rubbing it over the worn denim as he just laughed a little. "A Clockwork Orange, as sadistic as that probably is. I've read it a few times, and it just never seems to get boring. Plus it's thin, so that's a bonus." He ran his thumb over his lip for a moment, looking at Wylie's cup. "How do you have your coffee?"

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"That's frightening," he laughed, turning the book over in his hand. Wylie liked to read and he would read more often if he had a place long enough to have a bookshelf to keep actual books. As it was, he didn't have any of those things.

Wylie glanced up, eyes narrowed when he asked about his preference in coffee. That was an awfully personal question given the nature of their relationship. He smirked, "black."

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"At least I was honest about it," Johnny commented with a grin. He was tempted to reach out to touch his hand against Wylie's but he didn't. Instead he just reached for his coffee again.

"No sugar?" Johnny couldn't help it, he just had to ask. Suddenly it felt like for all they'd been doing together, they really didn't know much about each other. The dangers of fuck buddies meeting outside designated hours.

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Wylie set the book back down in front of him and returned his hand to his cup. He was well aware of the nature of their relationship and it came with the territory that they didn't know anything about each other. Little accidental meetings like this were usually to blame for something shifting in the relationship.

"Nope," he shrugged, "sometimes cream, but usually not." He replied smoothly, eyes narrowed and watching him carefully as he brought his cup to his lips again. Wylie didn't have a problem remaining unattached to Johnny. He had never had that issue before, knowing how often he moved around. This time wouldn't be different... right?

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Johnny caught the stare and just gazed back steadily before he smiled just as he swallowed down the mouthful of coffee. "If we hadn't already fucked, I'd seriously be wondering what that look was about," he commented with a grin before he licked a little excess foam from his lips. He wasn't so manly as to only drink his coffee black when he was out. As far as he was concerned, it was a good excuse to have something different. "You don't give away much, do you?"

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Wylie grinned, something akin to the Cheshire cat's smile. He knew the look and he was met with an equally intense one. "You don't know what that look was for," he clarified, because it wasn't what he probably thought. In fact, it was much different than thinking about sex, even.

He relaxed back in his chair when Johnny moved on, asking another question. Wylie gave him a half shrug, "I guess that depends on the question being asked. I don't always have much to say and I sometimes choose to keep the answer to myself," he smiles and takes another sip of his coffee before tilting his head, "if you've got questions, go ahead and ask."

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Johnny should have maybe been unsettled by the grin but he wasn't. It only made him want to know more about Wylie, but that kind of defeated the purpose of their arrangement, so he pushed it away.

He gave a shake of his head. "No, no. That's not how this works, remember? We're not supposed to ask questions. In fact, if we follow our own guidelines we should probably be disappearing into that bathroom to debauch a public area."

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Wylie nods. He may as well know about him. He was probably going to leave soon anyway even though he's only been in his current apartment for about a month. No matter. Johnny didn't want to know anything, so he wouldn't tell him anything. Easy enough.

He did however suggest what they should be doing. He smiled and shook his head, "No, see that would be too easy. I'd rather make you work for it."

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Johnny cocked his head, not sure if he'd missed something. Wylie hadn't seemed like he wanted to reveal much even with the offer of questions, so Johnny had decided to take their conversation back to familiar waters. Now he was kicking himself for missing a signal.

Johnny grinned before he could stop himself and reached up to scratch the back of his neck. "Work for it, huh? I'm assuming that's not just a euphemism for foreplay?"

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"Actually, I should have said I was going to make you wait for it," he corrected himself. "I had no intention of walking over here to get in your pants." He was serious about that. He didn't mean to get something started and even though that was te nature of their relationship, spontaneity wasn't part of his idea of booty call. There was no call involved.

"I'll let you get back to your book then." It was almost a question. He didn't quite ask though and instead Wylie stayed where he was, tensing to get up, but not quite moving. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for.

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Johnny gave a shake of his head. "No, don't leave." This time he did reach out to touch Wylie's hand, like he would have stopped him from getting up if the man had actually gotten up. "The book can wait. It's not like I don't know how it ends. I can wait for the sex... But this? I don't know, I'm not ready for it to end yet."

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Wylie was about to get up, but he felt Johnny's fingers on his. He sat again, completely relaxed in the chair and turned his hand over, palm up, lightly brushing the man across the table's. His confession wasn't surprising. Wylie had plenty of relationships that involved not wanting things to end. What did surprise him was how much he liked to hear it. "What is this?" he asked steadily, eyes narrowed and intense as he watched him.

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Johnny used his other thumb to scratch at his eyebrow as he took a moment to think it over. He hadn't broken eye contact with Wylie. He didn't feel pressured, didn't feel uncomfortable under the gaze. He shook his head slightly. "I don't know. All I know is the fact that you're here is actually nice. It's different seeing you out in the daylight, out in public. And I do like it. I like knowing you take your coffee black."

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Wylie raised an eyebrow only slightly as he admitted that it was nice and he liked it. Wylie wasn't very good at things being 'nice.' He didn't move his hand and he didn't break his gaze even though there was a mild nervous twitch with the way he scratched at his eyebrow. "You're getting attached," he said bluntly. It was a very obvious personality trait of his. He quickly followed it up, though, "you're curious, too. I'm surprised since the arrangement was your idea. As I said before, I'm not opposed to answering questions. I may not answer, but I'm not opposed."

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Johnny shook his head before he started to nod. It was futile to try and argue otherwise. Wylie seemed like he'd have the kind of gaze that would just see through any bullshit. "Didn't plan on it." He leaned forward to keep gazing back at Wylie and arched his eyebrow. "Does this mean we're the bad kind of fucked now? You didn't want attachment." It hadn't been a question, it didn't need to be. "Are you the kinda guy to end it, or roll with it?"

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Wylie smiled. It was predatory and amused. He was surprised with his interest and found it entertaining that he assumed Wylie was the type to not want the attachment. He wasn't wrong, but he liked that he assumed. "You have no idea what I want," he said smoothly. He wasn't being threatening, he just was saying what was the truth. "I'm not the kind of guy at all. I'm so far from you are expecting. You've seen me one way so far. You have no idea what the rest of me is like." That was a warning. He would keep him at arms length, knowing Johnny would want to get closer and he would leave. He wouldn't tell him that yet. He hadn't asked him anything about it and he had no intention of sharing more than what was asked.

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Johnny blinked, not sure at first if he'd just made the wrong assumption. Of course he had no idea what Wylie wanted. Not unless they were in the bedroom making demands, or seeing to each other's sexual needs. Those were the easy wants. "And this is me asking to get to know the rest of you despite the fuck buddies thing being my suggestion. I guess I just... I don't know. Ever since you sat down at this table it got me thinking. That's all."

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There was the the truth of it. Wylie was an ass. He was always an ass. In the bedroom when there was nothing but pleasure, there was no use in being a jerk because you didn't get what you wanted that way. In the rest of his life he was different and Johnny was going to find that out, whether he liked it or not. An now... well, now he was asking for it. "You'll get further with me if you tell the whole story first. I knew what you meant and I knew what you were asking for. You weren't saying it straight up and I was waiting for that first," he smiled. Yep, Wylie was an ass. "So, where do you want to start?"

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"You know, just because a guy changes his mind, doesn't mean that what he said the first time wasn't honest. And the moment my mind has changed, I'm right here telling you," Johnny explained as he knocked his knee against Wylie's sharply as a slight reprimand. He was starting to get the ass thing, but he was still there. He was still telling the ass that he wanted something more if it was on offer. "Who'd you get named after?"

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There was a little bit of fire in him when he wanted it there. He smirked at that, not responding to that part of it, but instead just going along with where he was heading. No use in worrying too much. There wasn't much he could do to change the way he did things. He could just continue being himself and see how that worked out for him. "No one," he replied, "my mom liked weird names."