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 It was late and he shouldn't have been out. No, he should have stayed home and drunk himself into a coma and passed out on his floor in the apartment. Instead, he decided to parade his night of misery all over town, bar hopping and getting kicked out of two. He stumbled upon the one he was at, though he didn't actually enter the bar. They were passed closing time and he was too drunk to get another one anyway. Maybe he wasn't that drunk. It could have just felt like he was trashed. There was a really shitty combination of something going on in his head. 

He anxiously grabbed a cigarette from the pack he carried in his pocket. He'd gone through almost an entire pack in a night, which was unlike him in so many ways. Lighting it, he took a long drag and felt for a few moments how that might just save him from himself for now before he had to stumble home and make his way to bed. He'd be lucky if he got there. Not on nights like this. Not tonight. Not this day.

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Johnny kept his hand against Wylie's leg, meeting the school with a press of his lips before he just shook his head. "You aren't good at more because you've never stuck around. Maybe I just want to be able to give you a fucking reason to stay around. I'm gonna keep trying."

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Very steadily he stared back. His eyes narrowed and he kept himself motionless aside from the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He was stuck between wanting to yell at him for being a fool or kiss him for being willing to be one. He was conflicted and seeing how he reacted to his life story, he was surprised to see that something made sense to Johnny. He wasn't sure why or what to do about it... but it was something.

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Johnny let his head drop back against the sofa as he stared up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling more rapidly as he realised his heartbeat had picked up in speed. He was waiting for Wylie to walk out. That was the problem. Now that he knew, now that he understood the reasons behind being kept at a distance, he realised just how much he was wanting to hang onto this man.

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Wylie shifted just enough to grab at Johnny's arm. He tugged him, pulling him towards him, hoping to get him to lie down beside him, or half on him, given the narrow nature of the couch. Once he managed to get him there, Wylie ran his hand along the back of Johnny's neck, massaging gently. "I guess I have to take this seriously now that you know," he said softly, "I don't tell people that..."

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Johnny managed to get it so that their legs entwined without being uncomfortable, and he slid his arm around Wylie's waist as he rubbed his hand against his side and looked at him. He closed his eyes briefly as he bit back a moan of pleasure, Wylie's hand at the back of his neck sending a shiver rolling down his spine. "Sucks to be you, huh?" he teased quietly. "I'm glad you could tell me, and more than a little egotistically proud at the fact that it was me you told and no one else."

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Wylie managed to hide the grin from that last comment. "Don't let it go to your head, Jona," he said, mocking seriousness. He kept his grip at the back of his neck, massaging his fingers against the taut muscle there. He reached with his free hand to take Johnny's hand in his, lacing their fingers.

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"Did I mention that I don't actually mind that nickname coming from you?" he murmured before he kissed Wylie's lips softly and then pressed a kiss to his throat before he rest his chin on his chest. "And that all depends on which head we're talking about, Wylie."

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Wylie smiled against his lips and then kept that smile when he kissed his neck. He ended up laughing and shaking his head, which did not feel good at the moment, but this wasn't the first hangover he's ever had. "Rude. We were having a perfectly fine, nice conversation and you resorted back to sex," he teased him, though he looked very serious.

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"Sex can't be involved in a nice conversation?" Johnny asked with a lopsided grin before he kissed Wylie's chest. "I'm a guy. Everything comes back to sex eventually. We'll just get back to the nice conversation now."

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Wylie laughed at him and ran his fingers through Johnny's hair. He shook his head. He let the conversation fall for a moment before he shifted a little to look down at him. "Just... do me a favor and don't bring this up. It's been a long time since everything happened and I'd prefer if the metal plate in my head was the only reminder I had," he looked back up, "I'm still processing everything. You don't get abused for nearly ten years of your life and just walk out of that."

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Johnny chuckled quietly too before he gave Wylie's hand a squeeze. It would be hard not to mention this ever again, but when it came down to it, he more than respected this man enough to follow his wishes. He nodded, and stretched up to kiss Wylie. "I promise. If you decide you need to talk again, I'm here."

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Wylie returns the kiss. He takes a deep breath and forgoes holding Johnny's hand to wrap his arms around him instead. He was still feeling kind of sick and the mild drunkenness that was lingering was now gone. Instead he was tired and sick, but having someone there with him made it not quite as unbearable. "Thank you," he replied softly, running his fingers through his hair.

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Johnny let his head rest against Wylie's shoulder, his fingers massaging his side as he idly brushed them against his skin. After the shower Wylie was warm, and it was helping Johnny relax after his busy night at work. And truth was, it was nice to just be able to cuddle up to someone when he came home at this hour. He might never admit to Wylie, but it was something he definitely craved. He didn't always need the mind-blowing sex. He turned his head to press a kiss to his chest before laying his head back down with a smile. "You're more than welcome, babe."

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The exhaustion was starting to finally catch up with him. Lying here wasn't really the most comfortable - aside from Johnny laying half on him - but he wasn't sure if he could convince himself to move without the suggestion. He shut his eyes and drifted between consciousness and drowsy. He still felt sick and tomorrow's hangover was going to take a bottle of asprin to get rid of, but for now this would due.

Wylie wasn't as cuddly one himself. There'd only been one person that he ever wanted to simply hold and she was long gone. He didn't miss her. He didn't even think about her all that often, but the fact that he could see himself being used to this with Jona? It was strange, to say the least.