Re: Brian and John
"I don't really have a while to build up that tolerance," John pointed out. Even being out of the war zone that was the world he considered home, they weren't really safe here. They were always looking over one shoulder, waiting for the next shoe to drop.
Or, at least, John was. He hadn't trusted the government before he got here. He really didn't trust them now.
"Self-respecting teenagers who want to pass their SATs should use much more impressive words than incorrigible," he countered with a matching grin. Holding the coke out well away from where it might accidentally spill on Brian's clothes, he gripped Brian's shoulder lightly with the other for balance. It shouldn't matter, it really shouldn't, but he couldn't help feeling a little warm hearing Brian tell him he was sexier than a man people were willing to pay to have him take his clothes off. "Mm, maybe I shouldn't. I mean, if they're mostly from people who don't want to fuck? Seems counterproductive. Might have to just skip to the nailing to the mattress part to be on the safe side."