John had a great ride back, the silence was great, and Puffer decided to stay out, until the moment John brought him through the door.
Regardless of the barely awake mans protest, John tossed Puffer in his room, and stumbled down the stairs. Smit was already downstairs, since he'd gotten back first, but he was no where to be seen.
John decided it wasn't worth worrying over, he'd probably wandered back to his room anyway.
John wandered in the kitchen a bit, before making his way to his own room, only to realize his problem was solved. There sat Smit, on his bed, on his phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting."
"For me?"
Smit looked up abruptly, his mismatched eyes, and vibrant bangs always caught John off guard with their beauty.
"Who else?"
John had his own ideas for why he'd be waiting for him, but it'd be bold of him to assume. Plus, his own dirty thoughts didn't mean thats what he thought too.
"What do you want, Smit."
Smit looked up again, his half smile now full of confidence.
"You." John stopped undoing his helmet, and looked back at him so fast, he swore he gave himself whiplash.
"Woah, don't hurt yourself, just stating the truth." Smit winked at him too.
"Oh Smit, stop flirting with me, and do it." John smirked, taking off his helmet, and setting it next to Smits.
"Do you?"
"If you want."
"Is that permission?"
"If you want it to be."
"Thats not an answer." Smit was suddenly right behind him, startling John.
John looked at him slowly, right now, his height, even though being maybe an inch shorter than him, was prominent.
"You want me to be specific?" John put a finger under Smit's chin, forcing his wandering eyes to look at him. Smit nodded at him, his eyes, now forced to look at his face, remained still, instead of shifty, like they were before.
"Your answers yes, Smit, it's always been yes, and it always will be." Almost in an instant, he was pinned to the wall, Smit's submission before was lost just as fast as he moved.
"You are feisty, holy shit!"
Smit said nothing as he grabbed the collar of Johns sweater, pulling him into a kiss.
John had wanted to do that for so long, and apparently, so had Smit, as they both fought for dominance. That turned into basically a Westling match between the two, until John ended up under Smit on the bed, who was firm on staying there.
Clothes had already been tossed everywhere, and Smit was just as good looking under the clothes as John had expected. Smit's pale skin had more concentrated splotches that seemed to be in pattern although still random. It was pleasing to the eye, just like the man himself.
What John loved the most though, was the white speckles dotted around Smit's flank. It was so irrelevant, but also so cute.
Perhaps Puffer getting too drunk would be the best thing to ever happen to him.
~
John woke up abruptly, and the warmth beside him was not there.
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 :)