Come Out With Me

John nodded. "She makes me miserable. If she's not happy, I'm not allowed to be happy. It's horrible. Not that I was happy to begin with but still..." He sighed.

"Leave her. I'm sure there's someone better under your nose, anyway," Mike said. Like me, he thought.

John shrugged. "Hell of I know..." He sighed. his hand going to massage his neck which was acting up.

Mike slapped John's hand away and started to gently massage his neck, loving the feeling of John's warm skin against his.

John sighed and closed his eyes, his body relaxing as Mike massaged his neck. It felt so good. He had a few neck problems so sometimes it cramped up, especially form his past gymnast career. He wanted stay laying down. h didn't want to get up, hop on a plane and do a show.

Mike massaged his neck for a little while linger before pulling his hands away. "We gotta go, babe," he said, the 'babe' part slipping out.

John glanced up. "Babe?" He chuckled and sat up, stretching his limps before getting up.

Mike made a face. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

John raised a brow. "You just called me 'babe'. Don't deny it." He said, crossing his arms and chuckling slightly.

"I did?" Mike asked, making a face. He seriously didn't even register he had said it.

John chuckled and ruffled Mike's hair. "Blonds." He said before heading towards the door. "C'mon Mike." He said, pulling Mike along by the arm.

Mike pursed his lips. "I take offense to that stereotype," he said as he followed John.

John chuckled. "You know I'm kidding." He said as they hacked out with their luggage and drove to the airport.

"I didn't know that, actually," Mike said, pouting as they drove to the airport.

"If you must know... I have a blond fetish. So it's all good." He said with a wink.

"Uh huh. Right. Is that why you put that stupid strip of blond in your hair all the time?" Mike asked him curiously.

John shrugged. "Maybe. Why, does is not look good?" He pouted. he'd plan to dye it when they got to the next hotel.

Mike made a face. "Eh... No, not really. It doesn't fit... You. It makes you look wannabe," Mike said, nodding.

"I guess I'll stop then." John chuckled. "I'm not a wannabe... Though I thought of dying my hair completely blond." He said.

Mike looked at him. "No," he said flatly. "Keep your hair brunette. You look good as a brunette. I like it," he added.

John blinked. "Okay. I shall stay brunette then." He chuckled. They arrived at the airport. "I hate airports." He whined as they dropped off their luggage.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Oh, stop being such a baby," he said.

"Nooo, the security always molests me because apparently, I look like a shady terrorist." John grumbled.

Mike eyes scanned John, checking him out though he made it look like he was trying to decide if he looked like a terrorist. "Well..." he said after a moment with a serious face.

Johns topped his foot. "Hey! I do not look like bombing terrorist!" He whined loudly, the word 'bomb' loud enough to make everyone, including security looking at him. "Oops..." He whispered.