Come Out With Me

"Ohmigoshyouareafuckingdumbass!" Mike whispered to him quickly, glancing around them.

John winced as security came to them. "Sir, please come with us." The man said to John. "John felt 2 feet tall as he walked witht he security men to the back.

Mike sighed. This was not going to end well, that much he knew.

A half hour later, John walked out back to Mike, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"What happened?" Mike asked, looking at the time. "We missed our flight."

John huffed. "Cavity search." He grumbled and slowly sat down in a seat. "Ugh, I hate my life." He mumbled.

"You were the one who yelled about being a bombing terrorist," Mike said quietly. "Now, I have to go see what I can do about our flight. So don't go anywhere," he said and walked off, trying to figure out how they were going to get there on time.

John let out a breath and played with a strand of his hair. This would happen to him. Get cavity searched for yelling about being a bombing terrorist. He sighed, feeling exhausted all over again and started to drift off in his seat.

Mike waited in line until it was his turn. When he walked up to her, she immediately started to flirt with him. He rolled his eyes when she was looking away, but turned on his charm, trying to get the next soonest flight. After he did so, getting two tickets for a flight the next day, he thanked her and walked away, going back to John. "I'll have to let Vince know we won't be there," he said, sitting down.

John groaned and his head fell forward, right into his knees. His neck was hurting again, as well as his lower back. His next paycheck was probably going to get docked. He was exhausted. And he couldn't even have a drink. he was fucking miserable.

Mike sighed. "Stop beating yourself up John. It's not going to do any good."

John just heaved a big sigh. "I hurt." He whispered, his eyes falling closed as his head rested on his knees. He hurt, inside and out.

"I know, John. But it's only gonna make it worse if you beat yourself up. How about we go back to the hotel and just relax for the rest of the day, yeah?" Mike said, standing up and holding his hand out to John.

John sighed and nodded, slowly standing. "Kay." He whispered, not letting go of Mike's hand. As if it was his security blanket.

Mike smiled, grabbing their luggage and walking back outside, hailing a cab and telling him to bring them back to the hospital.

John laid his tea on Mike's shoulder when they sat in the cab, his hair falling in his face. He sighed tiredly. He just wanted a drink so bad.

Mike wrapped an arm around John, rubbing his arm soothingly. He kissed the top of his head before resting his head atop of John's. His heart broke for John. He didn't think any human should have to go through this.

John pressed close, the man was like his security blanket. His best friend right now. Someone who actually gave a damn about John. And that's all he's ever wanted. Was for someone to actually... care.

Mike sighed as they arrived the hotel. He paid the fare, grabbing their stuff and John's hand, getting out of the cab.

John followed Mike into the hotel. They re-booked their room and went up. John laid down on the bed, rubbing his neck. "I fucking hate my neck..." He grumbled.

Mike sighed and sat on John's ass, pushing his hands away and massaging his neck, making sure to be gentle yet firm and work away the knots.

John let out a small moan. "You don't gotta do this... I appreciate it..." He mumbled against the bed, feeling his muscles loosen up and unwind.

Mike felt his cock twitch a bit when John moaned, it he pushed his feelings down, forcing himself to stay neutral. "It's no bother. Really," he said, moving down to John's shoulders.

John sighed in contentment, unaware of Mike's feelings. "So..how's Marys?" He chuckled. "I see you haven't spoken to her lately.:

'She's... Maryse," Mike said, scowling a bit, thankful John couldn't see him. "You know. No words can really describe her." Besides annoying, bitchy, controlling. Of course, only behind closed doors. She's just a bitch in public, he thought, rolling his eyes.