John Connor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johnbaum) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
"And I'm saying I love you just the way you are and I don't want to fix you," John returned with a smirk, relaxing a little in Brian's embrace. "Maybe it isn't, but I won't know if I never try. I don't have a type of life of my own. I've spent my whole life living someone else's. Tonight I chose to see what yours is like for real."
Despite the fact Brian was vetoing the fantasy, John couldn't help grinning. "I like hearing you laugh like that." It had been too long. Far, far too long. "I'll take it over the someone else any day."
The one snag in the plan was that in order to get to the backroom, they had to move and there was a tiny flash of fear that it would be enough to break what felt like a fragile renewed connection. But, John squashed it, holding Brian's hand tightly as they made their way to the backroom.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. But while he could feel a prickle of that damned blush as his eyes and ears sorted out what was happening in the dim room, it wasn't as shocking as the images he'd built in his head. Whether that was because he was too happy to have this feeling back or the private parties with their friends had loosened him up a bit, John wasn't sure. And it didn't matter for longer than it took to comprehend they were surrounded by people having sex.
As soon as he was once again back to a wall with Brian pressed hot and familiar against him, nothing else really mattered. "Not changing my mind." He smirked again. "Unless you take too long and I have to take control."