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from here

[ one of them is bound to fuck it up. it's just how these things go, he finds.

so, for the moment, sure. he'll enjoy it. it's not that he's trying to be bitter about this or look at it through pessimistic lenses. it's just that he finds whenever things start to get good? they get bad and as much as he loves the fire he controls, he doesn't like getting burned.

he's waiting outside for jason, clicking away on his lighter as he stands on the bottom step. jacket thrown over a sleeveless white shirt and blue jeans worn to finish it all off, his outfit's pretty casual, even if he might have changed shirts a couple times. he's not buff like piotr by any means, but he's not scrawny either.

another few clicks of his lighter as he stands there, he looks for any sign of motorcycles coming down and when he spots one, he squints a bit before a huff is given. yeah, that's probably gotta be jason. ]

You doin okay?
Message me back, alright?

from here cause making up.

I mean... not like I'd mind sitting on your lap.

[ slow grin on his lips, another push is given to jason's chest, this one hard enough to topple him back to the bed. their bed. where john drops down over him and kisses him. warm. slow. like a crackling fire rather than a raging infero, though it can easily get there when they're like this. when they... need to make up. ]

Think I need to show how sorry I am, huh?

[ even as he asks — suggests that, a hand is trailing down the front of jason, dipping down to the waistband of his pants and reaching for a button or zipper to start undoing. ]

Merry Christmas, babe.

Wanna get outta town? Somewhere warm for the rest of summer?

🔥 first dates, jason.

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