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Wylie was sitting in his still near bare apartment, on the floor, cradling his guitar in his lap. He'd been fiddling with it for most of the afternoon. There wasn't much else to do when you were him, especially since his goal in life mostly consisted of... nothing. He had all he needed and he was pretty easy to please. In fact, he was more than happy to just deal with what was going on around him.

Granted, things were changing rapidly and now that he and Johnny had decided that they were official, there was a certain feeling on pressure placed on him. Johnny would deny that it was there and maybe he didn't feel it like Wylie did, but there was something in it for him that made him nervous. He'd agreed though and not out of peer pressure. He wanted to be with Johnny and he was willing to deal with all that was in his life. Not that Alice was at all a problem. The little girl had been the catalyst, in fact. 

For now, sitting on the floor, eyes closed and music mindlessly filling the space was good enough for him. Life sometimes should feel simple and now, briefly, it felt that way.

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"Mm?" Johnny felt like he was lost in a daze, the come down after the orgasm threatening to swallow him whole. Having Wylie's body beside him though reminded him that he'd only just got here. It wasn't time for sleep, or for passing out. He smirked faintly, his arm wrapping possessively around his boyfriend.

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He curled in against him, weakly and dazed just as he was. He couldn't remember why he'd said his lover's name. Hell, he was lucky he remembered that he'd said it. Nuzzling in against him, ignoring that the floor was no place to cuddle, he let his eyes close and hummed his appreciation. He owed Johnny. That was for sure... though somewhere in his head he remembered what the change in topic had been and why. He wasn't sure if he'd make it back.

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Johnny stroked his fingers through Wylie's hair, relieved that there was no gel in the soft strands. And they were soft, much to his surprise. He kissed the top of his head and just fell quiet. There was no way he was getting up. No way he was moving off this floor. He was suddenly incredibly scared that his own stupidity in being honest would mean that Wylie wouldn't come back to him, let alone the conversation. He tried to push his fears away. After what had just happened, it seemed like a ludicrous assumption. Their relationship did work despite the lack of communication at the moment.

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Wylie wasn't about to say anything and break up the moment. He was coming back to himself, his mind rebooting after that round. He remembered what he'd done that for, why he'd distracted him and he knew that it was the worst way to deal with his concerns for where their relationship was going. Wylie was long finished with long, meaningful discussions with people. They rarely got him anywhere. He did better with short, meaningless nights.

What had he gotten himself into?