Chapter Title: chapter 8
Characters: James, John
Genres: AU, drama
Warnings: slash fic
Summary: Amy comes home. John takes care of James.
Amy stood in the doorway looking at the two of them. John was lying on his side, James
was behind him. John’s head rested on James's chest. James’s arms were around
him holding both his hands. Their legs were intertwined. She smiled and
walked back into the kitchen.
“Welcome home,” Justin said, walking into the room. He looked at the coffee
pot. “Why isn’t there any coffee yet?” he almost yelled.
Amy closed her eyes as she saw a young girl rush into the room.
“Oh god, I forgot to turn it on, I’m so sorry,” she cried out, turning it
“It is so hard to find good help nowadays,” Justin said, sitting down. He
picked up a muffin. “Get the fuck out of here before I fire your sorry ass,”
The young girl turn and walked out of the room.
“So did you enjoy yourself?” Justin asked, after taking a bite.
“As much as anyone could,” she said, covering her face.
“John’s boy toy is a piece of work,” Justin said, checking on the coffee. He
sighed seeing it was nowhere near ready.
“I know, he doesn’t listen, he does what he wants with him,” Amy said.
“That’s why I got rid of him the first time. I just didn’t know John cared
for him so much,” she said, closing her eyes.
“Looks like we are stuck with him now,” Justin said, again looking over at
the coffee. “Fuck, is it that hard to push the on button?” he yelled.
“Justin, relax,” Amy said. “So what do you have planned?”
“He’s going to sing at the race on Sunday,” Justin said.
Amy looked up at him. “Do you think he’s ready for that?” she asked.
“No, not after what happened yesterday but we can’t back out now. I mean,
he’s gonna lose his appeal if we don’t get him out there and let the fans
see him. I just thought he’d come around faster,” Justin said, getting up
and filling his cup with coffee.
“I told James to do what ever it takes. I’m gonna have the lights set up so
he can’t see most of the crowd,” Justin said.
“I can’t believe you did this without talking to me first,” she said,
“We are going to lose the demand if we don’t get him out there,” he said.
“I’m sure James can get him to do it.” With that he walked out of the room.
Amy sighed and covered her face.
“Amy, we need to talk about what he’s going to wear on Sunday,” Justin
shouted from the other room. “And his boy toy as well.” Amy slowly stood up
and walked back to Justin’s office.
John moved a bit. He felt something warm against his back.
“You’re still here,” he said, letting one of James’s hands go. James opened
his eyes. He looked over at the clock. 7:45 a.m. This getting up early was
going to take some getting used to.
“I told you I’m not going to leave you this time,” he said, kissing John’s
“I feel like shit,” John said, trying to free himself from James. Once he
did, he lay flat on his back and covered his face with his arms. “What
happened yesterday?” he asked, trying to fight off the nausea.
“We got trapped in a restroom by a bunch of fans,” James said, touching
John’s face. He still felt very hot to the touch. “You need a drink,” James
said, getting up.
“I remember something about you,” John said.
“Me? I’m fine, it was my own fault. I forgot my bag, blood sugar got too
low,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” He walked into the kitchen.
“Oh, my,” Rhonda said, covering her face. James was not wearing anything.
“Get used to it, doll,” James said, removing a bottle of water.
Rhonda stood up and left the room.
“Wow, James, you’re not shy at all,” Justin said as he entered the room.
“John’s still pretty hot to the touch,” James said, getting out some orange
juice for himself. “He may have a fever.”
“Where’s your fancy watch?” Justin asked.
“It’s resetting,” James said, getting a muffin as well.
“Well, I’ll get John some Tylenol along with his pill, you guys can just
rest today. There is nothing planned,” Justin said.
James turned and walked back into John’s room. His eyes were closed.
“I got you some water and a muffin,” James said sitting on the bed.
“I shouldn’t eat that,” John said, taking the water. “Justin…”
“Justin told me to give it to you,” James said.
John looked at him and reached for it. He picked it up and took a bite.
“Mmm, blueberry,” he said, smiling. James opened the juice and chugged most
of it down. He picked up his bag and set a few things out. John looked over
at what he was doing. He watched as James pulled out a lancet and pricked his
finger with the needle, to get a drop of blood. He picked up his meter and
squeezed a small drop of blood onto the stripe. He set it down and took in a
“I can’t stand the sight of blood,” James said with a smile. “You’d think I’d
be used to this.” He looked down at the meter. It read 58. James looked in
his bag and removed a syringe. “I hate needles worse,” he said as he removed
the cap. He closed his eyes and pushed the needle into his stomach. He
pulled it out and dropped it down. He slowly opened his eyes and got up,
taking a few seconds to steady himself.
“Are you okay?” John asked.
“Yeah, my levels are always low, I can’t keep them up,” he said, walking
into the rest room. He got a rag and ran it under cold water and returned to
John. He placed it on his forehead.
“You don’t have to do that,” John said, looking up at him.
“You have a fever,” he said, running the rag over his face.
“So what do I have to do today?”
“Nothing,” James said. “Just get some rest,” he said, lying down next to him.
“Where’s your watch?” John asked.
“It’s resetting. It works for 12 hours and then it needs to reset itself for
3 hours. Don’t worry about me,” he said.
“I can’t help it, I wanted to tell them but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move, I
knew what you needed,” John said. “I was trapped in my own body.”
“I won’t let that happen again,” James said. “Now get some rest.”
“Amy,” John said. James turned and looked at her.
“Justin said he had a fever,” she said, walking over to him. She set a cup
“James, could you leave us alone for a bit,” she asked, taking John’s hand.
“You don’t really have a choice,” she said, not looking at him.
“Okay, well, if you put it that way” he said, walking out of the room.
Amy smiled at John.
“Hey, there,” she said, touching his face. “You are hot,” she added feeling
“Why did you make James leave? Is he coming back?” John asked, looking over
at the door.
“He’s in his birthday suit, honey, what do you think?” she said, pulling out
“Amy, no please, I don’t want that,” John cried, tears coming to his eyes.
“You need it, we need you to be relaxed for a few days,” she said.
“But I…” John said, watching her take the cap off.
“Johnny, shhh, it’s for the best.”
“No, I’m okay,” he said, trying to sit up.
“I’d hate to have to make James leave again,” she said.
John closed his eyes.
“That’s it,” she said, wrapping a band around John’s arm. She pushed the
needle into his arm.
“Oh, god,” John said, looking away. “I’m sorry, I didn‘t mean to do anything
wrong. I’m so sorry, I‘ll try harder.”
“It’s okay. See all done, now take these,” she said, handing him the cup.
“Take the pills, John,” she said. John picked up the cup and did as Amy told
“There you go, you just get some rest,” she said, standing up. She walked
out of the room. She walked into the kitchen.
“You can go back in there,” she said to James. “And it would be nice if you’d
at least put some shorts on,” she added, walking down the hallway.
Rhonda looked at her.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” she yelled, going into Justin’s office.
“I’m not giving him that everyday, he won’t need it. He has James,” she said.
“We’ll see,” Justin said, smiling.
Amy looked over at him then turned away. Justin smiled and leaned back in
James stood up and walked back into the room. He pulled the door shut.
“John,” he said, taking the rag off his head.
“I didn’t want it,” he said, looking at his arm. “But she wouldn’t listen to
me. She never listens to me,” he cried out, covering his face.
James sat down next to him and pulled him close. He wrapped his arms around
him. John pulled away just a bit and looked at him.
“It works fast,” he whispered, lying down. James moved next to him. He moved
on top of him and leaned down kissing his neck.
“Mmm,” John said, putting his hands on James’s shoulders. He slid them down
his sides and stopped at his hips.
James again kissed his neck and down to his chest. He laid down on top him.
John wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I want you,” John said. “I need you, please,” he said
James nodded and kissed him once more. James slid down to John’s leg. It was a
wonder to him but John was hard and ready to go. James took him in his hand
and slid it up and down.
John reached his hands behind him and took a hold of the pillow. James leaned
down and licked him up and down taking his balls in his other hand. James
then took John in his mouth, sucking on the tip.
John arched up and tightened his grip on the pillow.
James removed his mouth and took John in his hand. He ran it up and down. He
was a bit surprised when John reached over and took him in his hand. Not
that he was complaining. He was dripping wet now and it almost hurt, and
John’s hand felt so good, James stopped what he was doing. He leaned back.
John looked up at him and smiled. He sped his hand up just a bit now sliding
it up and down. When he reached the tip he squeezed just a bit. James arched
back each time he did his.
“Oh, god,” John said, moving his hand faster now. James couldn’t remember the
last time someone took the time to give him any enjoyment. Most guys just
wanted a fuck or for James to give them head. They almost never did anything
for him. It felt really good to have someone else, he’d gotten so used to
his own hand. He leaned back a bit more, biting his bottom lip.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said. “Oh, shit.”
John smiled, still moving his hands up and down even faster now. James
flinched a bit as he went over the tip. He felt the warmth of James’s juice
running down his hand. James fell over backwards and covered his face.
“Oh, god, it’s been too long,” he said. He rolled off John’s legs and turned
around to face him.
John smiled and picked up the rag and wiped his hand off.
“Thanks,” James said, kissing him once more. “I’m sorry I stopped,” he said,
looking down at John. He was no longer hard.
“It’s okay,” John said, trying to keep his eyes open. “Lay down with me,” he
asked. James laid his head on John’s chest. He took his hand in his. He
smiled, feeling John playing with his hair.