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johnmayerslash

Title: Country Star
Chapter Title: chapter 13
Characters: James, John
Genres: AU
Rating: R
Warnings:
Summary: John and James race and play golf.



“I don’t feel good. I want to go home,” John said, backing up even more.

“John, we are not going home. I all ready paid for the tickets,” James said, hopping down. He looked over at John. “What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching out for John. John took a step back.

“I want to go home,” he said softly.

James looked at him. “Fuck! John, shit…God, I’m so sorry,” James said. He took his hand and pulled him out of the line. “John, I didn’t mean to yell at you like that. I’m so stupid,” James said, taking his hand. John looked down.

“John, listen to me. I swear, I’ll never do that again. I fucked up. That guy was being a ass and it upset me. I didn’t want to start anything, so I guess I took it out on you,” James said, reaching his hand out for John’s face. John turned away from him.

“John, please, I’m sorry,” James said. John looked at him.

“I just wanted to watch the cars,” he said.

“I know, but I just wasn’t listening. I just wanted to get away from the guy at the window as fast as I could,” James said. “I won’t do it again.” He took John’s chin and lifted it up.

“Promise?” John asked.

“I swear to God,” James said, pulling him close. John let his chin rest on James’s shoulder. They stood there for a while until James’s watched beeped, making both men jump.

“What is wrong” John asked.

“Nothing,” James said, looking down at it. “We should eat before we ride the cars. Is that ok?”

“Yeah. Are you ok?” John asked, trying to see the watch.

“I’ll be fine,” James said, leading John inside.

“Wait, are your tickets still good?” John asked.

“Yeah. We can use them anytime,” he said as they walked up to the snack bar. He looked at the menu.

“I’ll have nachos, with everything, and a large Coke,” James said. He looked at John.

“I’ll have the same,” John said. “Except extra peppers,” he added, with a smile. James’s watched beeped again.

“What kind of watch is that?” The lady behind the counter asked.

“It’s a diabetic one. It’s new,” James said, taking his drink. He took a long sip from it. “Could I get a candy bar, too?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’ll be twelve dollars.”

James paid for the food and John took the nachos. They walked over to a table in the back and sat down.

“What is it at?” John asked.

“39,” James said.

“Wow, isn’t that low?” John asked, taking a drink.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of normal for me,” he said, picking up a chip.

“What about one of those pumps things?” John asked.

“John, don’t worry about me. We’re here to have fun. I’ll be fine once I eat,” James said.

“Your hands are shaking worse than mine,” John said.

James sighed and took another drink. “We can talk about this later. I just want you to have some fun tonight.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to have fun when you are worried about someone,” John said, looking down.

“John, my levels are always low. I’ve told you this before,” James said, trying not to sound mad, or upset.

“But wouldn’t the pump help keep them more normal? I mean, it can’t be good for them to go that low that fast,” John said, rubbing his head.

“I know, ok? We’ll talk to someone about it after the race. Will that make you happy?” James asked.

John looked up and smiled. “Yeah, and just think, with the pump, you may not have to give yourself shots anymore,” he said

“That would be the only good thing about getting the pump,” James said, opening his candy bar. He finished it and leaned back in his seat. The watched beeped again.

“Why is it still beeping?” John asked.

“It takes about fifteen to thirty minutes from my levels to go up. Don’t worry, I won’t pass out,” he said, standing up. “Let’s go ride the carts.” John stood up and nodded. They again walked outside and over to the track.

“Sorry, guys, but you lost your place in line.”

“That’s ok,” James said.

“It will be about ten minutes.”

James nodded and took John’s hand. He lead him back over to the spot they were before. John smiled and looked over at the track.

“They sure go fast,” he said.

“About twenty miles per hour,” James said, taking his hand. “We’d better get in line, so we can get the good cars,” he went on.

“I want that black one,” he said.

“The number three?” James asked.

“What is so special about that number?” John asked.

“You’re kidding, right?” James asked.

“No, I have no life, remember?” John said.

“Oh, sorry. He was the best driver in racing. He won seven championships, and won over one hundred races,” James said.

“Wow, that pretty good,” John said.

“He was killed on the last few laps at Daytona,” James said.

“Oh,” John said.

“Yeah. That number should be retired. No one will ever run it. Well, his son might run it someday.”

“I can’t wait to see the race,” John said, leaning on the fence.

“OK, guys, pick a car.”

James opened the gate. He smiled and shook is head as John got in the number twenty car. James got in the eight car. There were a few other people on the track with them. The attendant had to help John with his seatbelt.

“No bumping, or hitting each other.”

“Oh, man. Rubbing is racing,” James said.

“Well, this isn’t Nascar.”

James rolled his eyes as the light turned green. He stepped on the gas and drove out onto the track. John was right behind him. It didn’t take John long to learn to master the small car, and soon, he was right on James’s bumper.

“You are not going to pass me!” James yelled, pushing harder on the gas petal.

“Watch me!” John yelled back. He pulled to the left and they both entered the turn. He took the high side and James keep this car down low. John pulled even.

“Not a chance!” James screamed, pushing even harder, but the car wouldn’t go any faster. John pulled half a car length in front of him. James turned the wheel to the left and the car drifted up towards John’s car.

“Hey! No bumping!” John cried out as the cars hit.

“Rubbing is racing!” James shouted as John pulled even out in front of him. “Shit,” he said as they entered the straight away. James again pushed down on the gas and the car shot forward, hitting the back of John’s car. John looked back and flipped him off.

“Oh, this is WAR!” James yelled, hitting him once again, but his car just couldn’t keep up and John pulled a few feet in front of him. The light turned yellow and both cars slowed down on their own. They pulled the cars off the track and parked them. John got out of his and lifted his arms up in the air.

“You cheated! What were you running in that thing?” James asked, walking over to him.

“I’ll never tell,” John said, smiling.

“Well, let’s see if you can beat me at golf,” James said. He looked over at the ticket booth.

“I’ll get the tickets,” John said. James sighed and handed John the money. He watched as John slowly walked to the booth. James started to walk towards the booth, getting a feeling that it wasn’t wise to send John up there alone.

“Two for golf,” John said, sitting the money down.

“So, how much are you paying him?” The guy asked.

“I’m not. We are on a date,” John said, looking up.

“Yeah, sure. Guys like him don’t date. It’s always for the money,” he said.

“Can I just have two tickets?” John asked.

“So, what do you got that I don’t have? More money, I bet.”

“I don’t have any money,” John said. “He’s paying for everything. I don’t even have my wallet,” John said, leaning on the counter. He looked down at the ground. “Two tickets is all I want.”

“Why won’t you look at me?”

“I just want two tickets,” John said again.

“I swear I know you….” He said, holding the tickets in his hand.

John held his hand out.

“Figures, you’re a druggie,” he said, dropping the tickets down. John picked them up and turned and walked away. John walked over to James.

“What did you say?” James asked.

“Not much,” John said, handing James the tickets. They walked over to the small golf course. John picked out a club and swung it over his head.

“That is one hell of a swing, but you better not do that here. You’ll hit the ball in the street,” James said, getting a club for him.

“What does it say?” John asked.

“What does what say?” James asked as they walked to the first hole.

“Your watch,” John said.

“89,” James said. “See? I told you I’d be fine. Now, let’s play.”

“Well, I kicked your ass on the track, so I’ll let you go first,” John said.

“It was just ‘cause your car was faster,” James said, setting his ball.

“Yeah, sure. That is what they all say,” John said as James hit the ball.

Eighteen holes later, John again waved his arms in the air.

“You beat me by one hole,” James said. “I wouldn’t cheer over that.”

“Well, I still beat you, no matter what you say,” John said as they put their clubs back. John leaned on the fence.

“You look tired,” James said.

“Does your watch tell you what time it is?” John asked, yawning.

“No, but yours should,” James said.

“Oh,” John said, looking at it. “Shit, it’s almost five am.”

“We’d better get home. I’m sure Justin has noticed we left,” James said, taking John’s hand. They walked out of the small park and waved down a taxi. They got in and John laid down on James. He took his hand and held it tight. James closed his eyes, his free hand playing with John’s hair. They pulled up to the house and made their way to the window.

“I don’t see his car. He may not be home, yet,” John said quietly. James removed the screen.

“Either that, or he noticed we were gone and we went to find us,” James said, pulling himself up. He climbed in and reached his hand down to John. He pulled pull him in. John walked over to the bed and sat down on it. James walked over to him and helped him remove his shirt. John fell to the bed. He held his leg up in the air. James looked at him.

“Take it off,” John said.

“What do I look like?” James asked, placing a hands on his hips.

“A two time loser,” John said.

“Ha ha. Beginner’s luck,” he said, pulling John’s boots off. He did the same with his jeans. His clothes were the next to follow. He climb in bed and laid down next to him. John reached over and picked up his arm and looked at the watch.

“60,” John said out loud.

“Want a snack before we got to bed?” James asked.

“Yeah,” John said as James got up. John smiled, hearing one of Justin’s girls squeal out as James entered the kitchen his birthday suit.

James opened the fridge and got out some orange juice and a few yogurts.

“Why are you up this early?” Amy asked, walking into the room.

“Haven’t gone to bed, yet,” he said, getting two spoons.

“Hmm. Did John have fun?” she asked.

“Justin know we left?” James asked.

“No, he doesn’t know you guys left. Figured you guys were having sex, so he stayed away.”

“Oh, well, yeah, John had a blast.”

“Well, just be careful,” Amy said, walking out of the room.

James walked back into the room and handed John a yogurt.

“Oh, strawberry!” John said, taking a spoon.

James smiled and sat down next to John. He opened the orange juice and drink most of it down. John opened his yogurt and finished it in no time flat. He laid down and placed his arms behind his head.

“Get some rest,” James said, removing his watch. He sat it on the charger and moved closer to John. John moved over and laid his head on his chest.

James kissed his head a few times and then closed his eyes.

“Hey, James….” John said.

“Yeah?”

“I beat you twice,” John said.

“John, go to sleep,” James said.

“Ok,” John said. “….But I did beat you.”

“I know.”

“Twice.”

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