Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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John sat up, and scanned his room, but it didn't take him long to find Smit sitting on the end of the bed, looking at his phone, fully dressed, to Johns distaste.

he would have loved that sight again.

"What are you doing?" John asked, his eyes lingering on the dotted hickeys along Smit's neck. He had tried to cover them up, but perhaps he left a few visible on purpose.

John seemed to have almost won that fight, but not quite.

"Someone has to talk to the other two, and I thought it'd be better if I let you sleep." Smit's hair was still just as fluffy, but a bit ruffled, it only gave him character, he absolutely didn't look roughed up at all.

Whatever happened to Smit only gave him character, he was never one to show how it felt.

Smit was just too good looking, or at least in Johns eyes, to ever look anything less than angelic. Although, it seemed that if Smit got less sleep than usual, his light skin would be in stark contrast with the bags under his eyes, and make them more obvious, but John was sure Smit knew his way around hiding that too.

Smit knew his way around just about everything, and John learned that last night. he probably knew his way around every sport too, everything but water sports at least.

John seriously considered that Vegas thing now, he'd marry this man on sight.

"C'mon John, hadn't got enough of an eyeful already?" Smit raised a brow to his incessant staring.

"Absolutely not, I'll never have enough." John giggled at his own statement, Smit was a lot smoother with flirting than he was.

"Well you better have had enough of it for now." Smit huffed.

"Have I ever told you how hot you actually are?" John winked, fighting with his own sore body to get up.

"Yes, a lot actually."

"I don't remember jack shit about what I said."

"You said a lot, you're a bit talkative when you're a moaning mess." Smit grumbled, "Im sure the other two would've heard it, if they both weren't doing the exact same thing."

"Would've turned them on more." John giggled, not just at his joke, but at Smit staring at him as he got dressed. It seemed his phone was certainly not more entertaining now. "Where are we going, anyway?"

"Grizzy wants to go to a nice restaurant because I have money. I never told him I'd pay, but I guess we could consider it a double date." Smit sighed, rolling his eyes. The glimmer of lust was lost once John had fully dressed.

"So he just assumes you're going to fork him money?" John looked back towards him, his eyes landing on the hoodie Smit was wearing. "Is that my hoodie?"

"Yes to both of your questions." He definitely did that on purpose. "You can just wear mine if you want."

"Already courting me? How fun."

"I know you love it."

"You know me far too well." John muttered as he grabbed Smit's hoodie, tossing it on before heading to the door, making sure his switch blade was on his belt.

"You always have that on you? I guess I don't blame you." Smit mumbled something else, and pulled out his own knife, snug in his boot.

It was quite the knife, a butterfly, with the Armed Forces insignia on it.

"Isn't that illegal?" John looked towards a grinning Smit, he knew all about this.

"Only in Canada, actually, most states allow them. Mine I had specifically during deployment, and I may have taken it home with me illegally, but it's not like you haven't done anything illegal."

John suddenly got a chill down his spine, he hadn't told him that, and Smit also hadn't asked. "How do you know that?" John forced his tone to stay calm, despite his rising anxiety.

"I know everything." He wasn't wrong, but did he actually already figure out what John had done?

"Also, you don't put plates on your bike, and all of my buddies have done something illegal, even misdemeanours." Smit muttered. "Droid kills people for fuck sakes."

"Not on purpose." Johns anxiety banished in an instant, if Smit somehow knew already, he'd have to gotten information from somewhere. It was good to know that he didn't.

"Yeah, well, I've also done more than misdemeanours."

"Nice, I still have Military logs, I could be wanted in all 50 states if they figured that out." Smit grinned, at least John wasn't the only one who'd end up in jail.

"Already beat you to it, they just don't know it's me."

"The fuck did you do?"

"Robbed a few people, and ended up with bogus murder charges."

"Oh shit, wait, I know that guy."

"Who?"

"Some guy who was bragging about putting his murders on a thief.. That thief was you, wasn't it?"

"Depends."

"3 counts first degree, 2 counts capital, right?" John was stunned, how was this coincidence? Smit would not lie to him, plus, the guy who'd done it would be incriminated, not him.

"Yeah.."

"Shit, I've been waiting for a chance to get that bitch put in the chair, you just keep making my life better."

- A/N-

IM NOT DEAD!!

Smit's a bit of a psycho, thats what trauma does to a man. :)

-Fun Fact(s)-

I'll let you guys decide who should be the guy who dies, I was going to make it a random dude, but I thought this would be funner.

Smit actually does have military documents, and many other incriminating things in his possession.

If you think about it, all of Smits friends could have killed someone, Droid definitely actually has.

I promise some fucked up shit might happen next chapter :)