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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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"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."

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"Alright, well, I like it. It suits you," Johnny responded with a slight smirk of his own. "Way more interesting than Jonathan. I've never gone by that. I think the last time was when I was five. What are you doing for the rest of the day?"

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He listened, but didn't respond. He had been told by plenty of people that Wylie was a good name for him. He never actually thought about it. It was simply the name that was given to him and therefore the name that he went with. Not much else to that. "Nothing," he replied. He was being difficult on purpose, probably. He didn't do it intentionally, he just was in a mood for that. Maybe he felt like making this hard on Johnny.

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Johnny was starting to wonder if there was any winning, but he wasn't giving up. He was going to keep talking to Wylie, keep trying to figure this thing out for as long as it took. So what if he had to work for it? It was worth it. Right? "Right, well, during your busy schedule of nothing do you think you would want to hang out with me a little longer? We could go somewhere else. Non-sex related."

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This guy was definitely not the type to be pushed away easily. There was a little tingle that went down his spine. It was a feeling he hadn't had for a long time. It was a sensation that reminded him of when he was met with a challenge; a person that could hold their own and hold it up to him. It was impressive and it made him nervous to feel it again. With a half shrug, he downed the final bit of his coffee and nodded. "I guess I could manage that."

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Johnny just nodded before he downed the rest of his own coffee and stood up from his seat as he tucked his book into the back pocket of his jeans. He didn't exactly have a fully formulated plan, not really. He just knew that he had to get Wylie out of the coffee shop, and to another location. "You said you walked?"

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Wylie followed his lead, curious more than anything what this man was willing to do to win him over. That certainly seemed like it was the case at the moment. He smiled and nodded, "I walked." He had no reason to take his motorcycle if he wasn't going very far.

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Johnny reached up to scratch his thumbnail against his eyebrow again, tempted just to laugh. Wylie smiled even when he was difficult. Did that mean he didn't have a problem with this? Or that he knew something Johnny didn't, and Johnny was going to wind up with egg on his face? Slowly a plan was forming though. A way to hopefully make sure Wylie would be the one knocked off balance, the one taken by surprise. "I promise I won't make you walk half the city, just a little way from here."

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Wylie always smiled. It didn't matter what was going on. He'd learned that from a good friend a long time ago. She was naive, but it worked for her. He figured that no matter what, things were going to be better if he just went with it as best he could. He gave a single nod, "Lead the way."

Wylie was more than happy to follow. In fact, he was actually glad they were taking the time to be together. He had wondered about this man for some time aside from their last night adventures. It seemed weird that both of them were so willing to be in a no-strings-attached kind of relationship. He wanted to know why.

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Johnny sucked on his bottom lip as he checked his watch, the face on the thick leather wrist strap telling him that they would be cutting it a bit close, but it was still possible. He glanced at Wylie with a crooked smile, his eyes shining slightly as he realised that he actually enjoyed trying to surprise this guy.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've actually courted someone?" he finally asked, amusement lacing his tone.

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Wylie raised both eyebrows at him, hands tucked in his pockets. "I'm guess a long time since you just used the word courting," he teased. That was not something anyone had ever tried to do with him before. Dated, yes. Slept with, double yes. Anything else, mostly. Courting? Nope. He had no idea what he had up his sleeves, but he was going along with it for now.

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Johnny leaned over to nudge Wylie with his elbow. "What can I say? I'm feeling old today. Old fashioned..." They passed a flower store and Johnny dropped his hand to pluck a flower from one of the bunches set up out the front as they kept walking, the owner none the wiser. He held onto it until they started to turn a corner and presented the stolen bloom to Wylie. "And for my next trick..."

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Wylie saw him take it and he had to keep from laughing, giving a glance over his shoulder at the shop owner. He turned to look at Johnny again and was being handed a flower. With a knowing grin, he took it from him, raised an eyebrow and proceeded to tuck the flower behind his head with a laugh. "You are trying really hard, Johnny," he teased. Not that he minded.

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Johnny could feel colour tinge his cheeks but he just bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop it from growing. He was a man, he didn't blush. And he wasn't going to get embarrassed either. He ducked his head as he rubbed his hand against the back of his neck and chuckled. "Yeah, well... no sense in doing things by halves. Secretly I'm a romantic. Just most of the time I don't want any sort of attachment," he admitted. He dropped his hand and reached out for Wylie's as he guided him around a corner.

They passed a park on one side, but across the road was an elementary school. It was recess time, and all the kids were out playing. Johnny's gaze was fixed on the playground, clearly looking for someone. Finally he pointed, spotting his daughter. "There. Blonde hair in pigtails wearing the AC/DC t-shirt. That was my gift to her. Drove her mom crazy, but Alice loves it." He turned to look at Wylie, watching him now. "I know I don't have her very often, but if this turns into... If this gets serious, then it's her and me. Not just me you get."

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Wylie wasn't great at romance. He decided not to tell him that, though. He just kept on following and he took his hand when it was being requested. They rounded a corner and were met with a school yard. Wylie had a sinking feeling in his stomach like things were about to get much more serious than he realized. Okay, maybe he should string him along.

But then he was seeing a little girl in pig tails with a classic rock t-shirt and Wylie sat, solemn and intense as he watched. Johnny attempted to speak to him, but he remained still, staring forward and admiring the little girl with an awful lot of spunk for her age. He glances over at Johnny after a moment and nods. He didn't really have much to add. Just simply that he understood the seriousness in Johnny's voice. "I'll probably like her better than you, anyway," he smirked.