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When our lips touched. part 13.
🕑 Added 2023-11-24 06:42:22 +0000 UTCWhen our lips touched.
Part 13, chapter 3.
Later that day, A few hours passed and Patrick had already returned from the supermarket with the necessary ingredients, Margret needed to continue the meal for later that evening.
They continue their conversation not realising how late it has gotten, lost in each other's minds and sharing contently with one another deep in conversation.
"LADS!"
They break from their hypnotic state as their heads jerk in the direction of Patrick standing at the back door.
"Lunch is served, or you two not hungry?"
"Coming, Uncle,"
"Shit, What time is it, Si?"
"Donno, Phone is smashed remember,"
He proceeded to take his phone out of his pants pocket turning it on, revealing the time.
"Crap, it's 03:46,"
"Really, the day went quick, then,"
"Kinda hungry, not gonna lie, Si,"
They stand up and make their way back to the kitchen. Once inside they are greeted with a platter of chicken and mayo sandwiches with Margret peeling potatoes standing at the far end of the island as Patrick sits on one of the stools munching away on a half-eaten sandwich.
"What you two up to?"
"Not much, Just talking uncle, right, Si?"
"Yeah, nothing special,"
"Really, Darling, you spent five hours talking and nothing interesting came up?"
John looks at him with a smile sprouting over his face mouthing the words "Can I tell her" as he receives a slight nod in return followed by a wink.
"Well, Mom, actually we have been talking about what we are going to do now since we are no longer employed by... you know,"
"Oh how lovely, so what're your plans, then?"
"We were talking about taking a year off from everything and travelling through the country, somewhat of backpacking from Scotland all the way down to Dorset,"
"The Jurassic coast, lovely down there, innit, Pat?"
"Yeah, we used to spend time down there as kids, Lads,"
John continues explaining about their trip and what their intentions are with life now that they have retired from the 141, not going too deep into detail about their previous employment. he continues bubbling to his heart's content not stopping for a moment as Simon just watches him with content while eating half a dozen sandwiches.
"You better eat something, Lad, before, Simon eats everything,"
"Aye, give me one, Si,"
Simon hands him a sandwich as he continues talking taking a bite every few minutes. Margret smiles as she looks over to her son and sees the smile curled over his face while staring at John.
"So what's your plan, then, are you two moving to Scotland and then going on the trip?"
"Aye, Mom, that's the plan, right, Si?"
"Yeah, that's correct,"
"I hope you will visit regularly, It's so nice having you two here,"
"Definitely, Mom, I'll make sure we visit regularly,"
"Is that so, Johnny,"
"Aye...,"
John smiles broadly while scrunching his nose at him as he takes hold of another sandwich and takes a large bite. They continue conversing, answering questions from Margret and Patrick. The hours fly by as Margret comes to the completion of her prepping and slides everything she prepared for dinner into the oven. Later the kitchen fills with the aroma of roast pork as she continuously checks to make sure the skin doesn't burn and reapply the glaze she prepared earlier that morning.
She sets the dining table takes out her best crockery, then proceeds to lay the plates down to their designated positions and sets the silverware beside the plates before returning to the kitchen.
"What does your friend drink, Darlings?"
"Simon, you know him better,"
"Wine is fine, Mum,"
"Red?"
"Donno, I'm sure any would do,"
They continue talking while Margret explores the liquor cabinet for a good wine, she proceeds to take out three bottles of cabernet sauvignon and proceeds to chill the bottles in the refrigerator. She continues to take out five of her best wine glasses and polish them to brilliance.
"Mum, you don't have to make such a fuss,"
"Nonsense, Simon, want to make a good impression,"
"Your mother is right, Simon, it's a special occasion, is it not?"
"Guess so,"
"Need help, Mom?"
"Thank you, John but it's not necessary, I enjoy doing this by myself,"
Patrick continued the conversation and questioned them more about their trip and how long they thought they would be on the road, Simon urged John to do most of the talking as he knows he loves to engage with his family. He continues answering many of the questions and explains more about the route they will be taking. He continues as Margret checks up on the roast and vegetables roasting away in the oven.
"Pat, give the poor boy a chance to breathe,"
"It's not a problem, Mom, I like the interrogation,"
"That's a good, Lad,"
"What time is your friend coming, Then?"
"Around 07:00, Mum,"
"In two hours then, why don't you two go take a shower and get ready for your guest,"
"Brilliant idea, Mum,"
John rolls his eyes and smirks at him, He receives a wicked Smile in return But John shakes his head slightly as his eyes widen.
"Mum, did I tell you what, Johnny taught me?"
His eyes stretch to the maximum in horror hoping, Simon is not referring to what he thinks he is.
"No, Darling, you haven't,"
"It's actually very relaxing,"
"what is it then, Darling?"
"Blow..., drying ourselves with the hairdryer,"
"OH, Thank god...,"
John sighs loudly as Patrick looks at him seeing his expression and bursts out laughing hysterically holding his jiggling belly.
"What's up with you, Pat?"
"Nothing..., Sis,"
John looks at Simon squinting his eyes with narrowed lips pressed into a pout.
"Let's go, Simon, need to get ready for dinner,"
He curls his fingers around his hand and drags him down the corridor and up the stairs dragging him to their room. He shuts the door aggressively behind them making sure it doesn't slam.
"Don't do that to me, Simon,"
"What?"
"You know what,"
"Oh relax, Puppy, you know I was just taking a piss on you,"
"I know but still,"
Simon giggles deeply as he curls his arms around his shoulder hugging him tight.
"I literally thought you were going to tell your mother about me blowing you, thank god she didn't catch on to the joke, apart from your, Uncle, of course, he got it,"
"Yeah, he's got a dirty mind,"
"Aye, but a good soul,"
"So want to take a shower then?"
"Aye, but can we skip..., you know, Still a bit sore from this morning,"
"Of course, I did say whenever you are comfortable, Johnny,"
"Just a shower, then?"
"If that's what you want,"
He smiles weakly as he hugs him back. they stand locked in each other's arms for a few minutes before Simon curls his finger under the hem of his hoodie then pulls it from John's person and discards it to the floor. They undress each other while making gentle conversation before heading to the bathroom. Simon turns the water on letting it warm up before getting in making sure the water is warm enough before leading him in after him. They stand contently as he curls his arms around him and pressed his torso into John's back as his cock hangs heavily, pressed between his fleshy globes.
the warm water cascades over them, covering their bodies with warm droplets as the room fills with warm steam. Simon pressed a kiss to his neck as he caressed his arms along his belly rubbing him slightly warmly,
Not too soon Simon turns the water off before getting out and reaches for the towel on the hook next to him on the wall and wraps it around John's shoulder.
"That was a quick shower...,"
"Only a shower remember, besides, give us more time with the hairdryer, Love,"
A smile beams over his face at the mention of the machine. They move over to the sink as Simon unhooks the dryer from its hook and nudges the button on letting the warm air flow over them.
"Simon..., something is still bothering me,"
"What is it, Johnny?"
he remains silent as the buzzing machine sends waves of warm air over their chests while he gathers his thoughts.
"Don't you think it was too easy, you know just to leave the 141?"
"I know, it does seem impossible, however, I asked, Price, to help speed it along,"
"Just like that?"
"Why don't you speak to him later in private and ask him everything that you worry about, Johnny,"
"Aye, think I should?"
"Yeah, if it will ease your mind,"
Simon continued rotating his wrist letting the hairdryer rotate between them. he leaned his head against Simon's shoulder as he curled his arm around his, closing his eyes and drifting back to his thoughts, he was reminded of the conversation he had with Patrick the previous night and the words lingered in his mind "You have to do everything in your power to keep it coming down" his grip around simons waist tighten not realizing at first until he spoke.
"I need to breathe, Johnny,"
"Oh.., uh, Sorry, Simon,"
"What's going on in your head, then?"
"Oh..., it's nothing, just thinking about what your uncle said to me yesterday,"
"What did he say,"
"Nothing you need to worry about, Si,"
"Confidential?"
"Aye, it is,"
John released his arm from his waist before caressing his own arm on the opposite side and rubbing it slightly warmly, he felt slightly relieved not exactly sure why he felt the way in the first place. The other man looked down at him and noticed the unfamiliar expression sprouting over his face.
"You sure you alright, Love?"
"Aye, I'm fine, Simon,"
"You don't look fine Johnny...,"
He sighs heavily, bowing his head and looking down at his feet averting his gaze from him.
"I don't know, Si...,"
"Know what, please Johnny speak to me, you know you can talk to me about anything right?"
"Of course I do..., I don't know why I feel like this,"
"Like what?"
Simon turns off the hairdryer and discardes it into the sink before turning to him and resting his palm on his shoulders.
"Look at me, Johnny, are you having second thoughts about leaving the 141?"
"W-what, of course not, you know I'll follow you anywhere,"
"That's my point, Johnny, do you really want to quit and follow me..., please tell me you're not just doing this for me?"
He remains quiet for a moment as he gazes up deep into Simon's dark eyes as light tears fill his eyes.
"No, I'm not doing it just for you..., Honestly, I'm gaining a lot more by leaving with you, I don't know why I feel like this, Simon, I guess for the first time in my life I don't know what will happen next and, to be honest it terrifies me,"
"You don't need to be, Johnny, we will make it work, we have dealt with way worse than this before,"
"I know..., I think I'll be more at ease after I speak with, Price,"
"Let's get dressed and go wait for him in the driveway, what do you say?"
"Aye, sounds good, Si,"
Later John takes out a fresh pair of jeans and a darker grey button-up shirt and dresses himself as he sits on the bed slipping his socks on Simon proceeds to find something decent to wear but all he owns is a black tracksuits.
"Have nothing good to wear...,"
"What you talking about, Si, you have good stuff, here let me find something,"
He proceeds to go through the many layers of dark fabric and not too soon he pulls out a black button-up shirt not too different from his own with black jeans.
"See, you have good stuff,"
"I haven't worn this since I joined the military, Johnny,"
"It's your size, Si, or are you scared that you might look good in it?"
"What, never,"
John giggles as he hands the dark clothing to him before he proceeds to dress his boots. Simon grunts whisperingly as he takes the clothing from him, laying it down over the bed, he slides on his briefs and adjusts his bulge before dressing the dark jeans.
"See, it fits,"
He rolls his eyes at him and unbuttons the shirt before sliding his arms through the sleeves and adjusting it around his waist while rebuttoning it.
"Si..., you do look good in that, why don't you wear more stuff like that?"
"It's not comfortable, Johnny,"
"It's only a few hours, Si,"
He sits down next to him pulls on his socks and dresses his boots before adjusting the laces. he sits back up before looking over to John and smiles weakly.
"Need to fix your hair, Si,"
"What's wrong with it?"
John smiles wickedly as he curls his hand around his and drags him back to the bathroom, He returns to the room retrieves the chair from the desk and carries it back to the bathroom.
"Here take a seat, Si, I'll fix it for you, Need to take care of my, Ghost,"
"That's my job,"
"No, not this time, you look like a scarecrow,"
he removes the hairdryer from the sink and hands it to Simon and he proceeds to wet his hands and brush his moist fingers through his hair, he retrieves a comb from the glass resting on the sink containing their toothbrushes and toothpaste. He styles his hair before switching the hairdryer back on and blowdrying his hair into the new style. A few minutes pass as he stands before him vigorously brushing his fingers through his short blond locks.
"Bloody hell, Johnny, not so rough,"
"Stop being such a baby, Si,"
"Not a baby,"
A few more minutes pass as John works his finger through his hair, not too soon he switches off the buzzing machine.
"there, now you look good,"
He steps to the side and lets him see himself in the mirror. He is stunned at his reflection as his mouth drops open.
"Bloody hell, Johnny,"
"What, you don't like it?"
"No, I look great..., Thank you, Puppy,"
"You look so handsome all dressed up like this,"
"You, like it, then?"
"Very much,"
He smiles as he curls his arms around him pulling him gently into his person before pressing a kiss to his cheek. John sits down on his lap, he curls his own arms around him hugging him tight before resting his head along his neck.
"Love you, Si,"
"You too, Puppy,"
"Wait, Let's go downstairs, need to show your mother my masterpiece,"
"bollocks, I'm no masterpiece, not with all these scars,"
"Simon, stop it, I told you I like your scars and they suit you,"
He smiles weakly as John curls his fingers around his hand before he gets up pulls him to his feet and pulls him along behind him leading him out of their room, down the corridor, and down the stairs.
"Mom, I would like to present to you, your son,"
Simon walks into the kitchen slightly embarrassed at his audience,
"Oh, Darling, You look so good, I haven't seen you like this in years,"
"Looking sharp, Lad,"
"Thank you, have to give, Johnny, the credit, it's his doing,"
"Well done, Lad,"
"Thank you, Uncle Pat,"
Margret beams in delight as John curls his arms around her son. They continue in a light conversation as they wait for, Price's, arrival and not too soon the doorbell rings letting the chime echo through the house.
"Come, Johnny, Let's get that,"
They walk to the front door hand in hand he looks down at John and wink at him before opening the door.
"Captain,"
"Evening, lads,"
Price stands before then dressed casually, wearing blue jeans with a dark green shirt and a dark brown overcoat holding a briefcase in his one hand and cradling two bottles of wine in the other.
"Come in, Sir,"
"Thank you, for the invite, Simon,"
"Thank you for coming, Sir,"
"Please, Soap call me, John, no need for formalities anymore,"
They return to the kitchen as Simon takes the bottles from, Price.
"Mum, Uncle, this is, John Price, our former Captain,"
"Hello, Price welcome, It's nice to finally meet you, wish I could say I've heard a lot about you but the son of mine tells me nothing,"
"That's perfectly fine, Ma'am, we highly advise our people not to talk out about us,"
"Oh really, why's that then?"
"Confidential matters, Ma'am,"
"I see, but please call me Margret, and this is my brother, Patrick,"
"Evening, Sir, it's an honour to be here,"
"Hello, lad, so tell me are you the shadow government, then?"
"Uncle..., I told you we are not the shadow government, besides, it's classified,"
Price laughed whisperingly as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yes it's classified, Sir we cannot disclose about these matters, however, I can assure you we are not the shadow government,"
"Captain, why don't you and Johnny have a chat in the back garden, you know classified matters,"
"Of course, lead the way, Soap,"
John gestures to Price to follow him as they walk out the back door and into the garden, he leads him to the old oak tree at the far end of the yard before coming to a still.
"How have things been with you, Son?"
"It's been great, John, also terrifying at times not going to lie to you about it,"
"That's alright, you can speak to me about it, you know I've been friends with him for a few years now and he is very fond of you,"
"I know, sir, he's mentioned it more than a few times,"
"So what seems to be troubling you?"
"You can tell?"
"Yes, I know you, Johnny, It's written all over your face,"
"Well to be very honest I'm terrified..., not to be with him but our future together, all we know is war and leaving it behind is a major change,"
"Don't you want to leave?"
he remains silent for a moment gathering his thoughts before expressing his fears to, Price.
"I do, I'll follow him anywhere, I'm just confused, to be honest..., retiring was just so simple,"
"I agree, it was I had a part in it, I urged it on, a few people owed me a few favours and I cashed it in,"
"What about, Shepard?"
"No need to worry about him, I can assure you there's nothing to fear from him, the two of you are officially retired from the 141, and he has no say over the matter anymore,"
"Are you positive, Sir, you sure we won't be called back on duty?"
"No, I can assure you and I give you my word,"
He sighs in relief holding his hand over his chest and leaning against the tree.
Thank you, Sir, for everything,"
"It was my honour serving with both of you, Son,"
"Aye, I can say the same, Captain,"
They shake each other's hands and exchange a teary smile.
"how are things between you two otherwise?"
"If you asked me that two weeks ago I would have said dreadfully but it's been great, he's so different ever since that phone call..., I presume he told you about that?"
"Yes, he did,"
"He is so kind and sweet, I never knew he could be like this,"
"It's because of you, Johnny, you know about his past, right?"
"About his father and brother, yes I do he told me and so did his family,"
"you know, Johnny, he opened up to me years ago about everything in his past and about you, he had feelings for you since the day I introduced you to him and Gaz. He confided in me about how severe his feelings for you had grown over the years and was at the point of wanting to transfer to our Spanish counterpart just to get away from you,"
"What, really, he never told me that,"
"It's true, he was going out of his mind wanting to be with you but knew you were straight, and didn't want to corrupt you,"
"He was stupid for hiding that from me,"
Price glanced over his shoulder to the kitchen window seeing the three figures inside as a weak smile grew over his face.
"It was, but he's human and I'm very happy that you two finally found each other, he deserves someone like you in his life and you deserve him too, Johnny, you don't have to worry about your future with him, trust me you both will be fine, I was able to keep both your benefits active,"
"Our benefits?"
"Yes, you'll continue to receive your medical and insurance and once you reach sixty-five you both will receive a pension, and I was able to get you a petrol allowance as well, had to twist, Shepard's, arm to sign off on that one,"
"Oh, really, Captain thank you so much, I don't know how I could ever repay you for this, I can hug you I'm so happy,"
"Then, why don't you, Son,"
Price extends his arm and lets him curl his arms around him hugging him tight, for a moment John felt inner peace for the first time in days. they stand contently before he breaks their embrace.
"thank you, Captain, for everything and not just for this but for everything you have been for him,"
"It was my privilege, Johnny, The two of you will remain in my life for the rest of my life hope you have space the us when we are on break?"
"Us?"
"Gaz and I, think you never see us again after you retire, we are family after all,"
"Of course, Sir will be happy to have both of you over,"
"good,"
"Thank you for clearing all that out for me, Sir,"
"No problem, Lad, shall we go back inside now,"
"Aye, getting hungry, don't eat as much as I used to,"
"Let me guess, Simon eats half of your food?"
"Aye, he does,"
They share a laugh together as Price pats him on his shoulder before being led back to the kitchen. The smell of roast pork and vegetables fills the room as they walk back indoors. At the far end of the kitchen, Simon stands with his eyes narrowed at Price, as he receives a nod in return from him his features soften and cracks a weak smile at him with reassurance.
"Hope everyone is hungry, dinner is ready?"
"Yes, mum,"
"Si, you always hungry,"
"Agreed, he speaks the truth, Lt,"
Simon rolled his eyes before carrying the steaming roast to the dining room the rest soon followed, Margret carried two wine bottles and 3 glasses and Patrick carried 2 more glasses with a basket of dinner rolls and John a dish with roasted vegetables.
Everyone sat down, Price opened the wine unscrewed the cork topper and poured the red liquid into the five glasses before him before passing them down the table.
"Simon, would you mind carving the pork, Please?"
"Sure thing, Mum,"
He proceeds to take hold of the carving knife and slice the roast pork into two-centimetre-thick steaks, he hands everyone a piece as he cuts the meat gracefully.
"You a natural with that thing, lad,"
"You have no idea, Uncle,"
Price clears his throat as he raises an eyebrow at him disapprovingly.
"John, I think it's best that you know,"
"Know what, Simon,"
"First dish yourself some vegetables before you talk, Boys,"
Margret insists as she hands the bread basket to Price, they continue to dish their plates before the sound of cutlery being ground against the porcelain echoes through the room.
"Umm delicious, Ma'am,"
"Thank you, hope it's enough,"
"So, Simon, what is it that I should know?"
Simon clears his throat chewing obnoxiously loud as being cut off by John.
"I told, Margret everything...,
"Everything?"
"What I could of course,"
"You know it's confidential right, Ma'am?"
"Yes. I'm fully aware, I promised my boys I would forget about it as soon as they told me, however, my brother over here eavesdropped so he knows as well,"
"I said I was sorry, Sis, Mr Price, I swear to keep their secret, I fully grasp the concept that their work and lives were confidential and I swear my lips are sealed,"
Price remains silent chewing his food fine before swallowing and he brings his hands together interlocking his fingers.
"What exactly did you tell them?"
"Nothing, major I swear everything still remains confidential as I.., we both swore, we had to explain to Margret how we met and as you know, Captain, I prefer to be truthful especially with them now that I'm entering this family for good,"
"I can respect your decision, Johnny, You swear you didn't mention anything you weren't supposed to?"
"Aye, I swear,"
"Okay, then there is no problem, however, Ma'am, Sir, you obviously know about their pasts and I would really appreciate it if you don't mention any of what they said to you to anyone, the tiniest of details can be crucial, so I urge you to please remain silent on the matter,"
They both nod in agreement as they continue their meal and continue with conversation in pleasantries. The night progressed swiftly and later everyone finished their meal.
"Think it is time we get those papers signed, Boys,"
"Yes, of course, John..., Johnny, let's help Mum take everything back to the kitchen, uncle will you help, Mum, wash up while we deal with our papers?"
"Yeah, Of course, Lad,"
everyone scurries around the table taking the empty dishes back to the kitchen while, Price remains seated at the table going through his briefcase and taking out two heavy stacks of papers. A few minutes pass as he waits patiently for them to return, while he waits he takes a large gulp of his wine and turns the first page to Simon's stack of papers before mirroring John's.
Not too soon John returns to the dining room and takes a seat next to him and shortly Simon follows.
"What do we have to Sign?"
"All of these,"
"All?"
"Yes, Johnny,"
They sit contently as they read through the many pages and sign as they flip to the following pages, the sound of paper and pen scribbles fills the room as they sit tediously in silence as Price continues sipping his wine.
"Bloody hell, John, there are more signatures on here than when I signed up for this,"
"I know, it has to be done this way,"
"Si, stop fussing It is only a few more signatures then it's out of our lives for good,"
He rolls his eyes and grunts miserably as he continues reading the following pages. the minutes passed tediously and the night seemed endless, John finished his stack of papers and handed it back to, Price.
"Thank you, sir, it was an honour serving with you,"
"No, thank you, Son, you've done me proud,"
"thank you, captain,"
"Are you two done, some of us are trying to read,"
They shared a laugh together as Simon continued flipping through the last of the papers and scribbling his signature unnecessarily messy on the bottom of the last page.
"Thank god, it's over,"
"Wasn't that bad, Si, you're so dramatic,"
"Oh shut up, Johnny,"
"Now boys, stop you're fussing, it's time for me to go back,"
"Already, Captain?"
"Why don't you stay the night, John?"
"No, I do not want to impose,"
"Don't be silly, Captain, I'm sure, Margret won't mind,"
"Well..., if you insist, then I'll stay, thank you very much, Simon, wasn't really looking forward to driving all the way back to Leeds,"
Simon hands his stack of papers back to Price before stretching and yawning loudly. Price grins happily as he inserts the two stacks of papers back into his briefcase.
"So what happens now?"
"Don't know, Captain,"
"Stay here for a few more days then drive back to Scotland, I guess, right Johnny?"
"Aye and plan our trip of course,"
"Trip?"
John explains to him about the trip they are planning around the country and the route they will be taking. Simon sits back in his chair listening contently to him bubbling away.
"Johnny, why are you sitting on the other side of the table?"
"What, why?"
"So far..., come sit next to me, need a shoulder to keep me up,"
"Oh god..., you such a needy baby,"
Price chuckles to himself as he watches the scene play out before him. John gets up walks to the other side of the table and sits down next to Simon making sure his chair is positioned closely next to his as Simon's arm curls around his shoulder and pulls him gently into his person as he continues talking about their trip. The hour's progress to the late hours of the night as Margert and Patrick both say their goodnights and retire for the night.
John proceeds to tell him about Patrick's crazy idea about the laser tag arena, they are questioned by him if they want to start up such a business in the future, Simon sounds very keen about it but John less so, Price notices his expression and changed the subject talking about himself and about his time on leave, the continue talking until the room fills with aggressive yawns coming from all three of them.
"Should go to bed..., it's been a long day,"
"Aye, we can set up a bed for you in our Room, Captain unless you want the couch of course,"
"Your room sounds good, Johnny, could be like one of our missions, sharing a tent together, luckily Gaz isn't here to keep us up with his snoring,"
they shared a laugh before Simon retrieved a blow-up mattress and bedding from the linen closet in the corridor leading to the kitchen.
the three of them make their way up the stairs and enter their room closing it behind them, John proceeds to start blowing up the mattress and fills it halfway before he falters and loses his breath and hands it to Simon to do the rest, it seems to be no effort for him inhaling large amounts of air and exhales heavily into the nozzle filling the mattress with air.
John proceeded to make the bed for Price after Simon closed off the nozzle. Simon leads John to the bathroom and helps him undress into something more comfortable as Price remains in the bedroom undressing to only his briefs and undershirt. They return soon and make their way to the bed Simon Pulls the covers down and urges him to get in before walking to his side of the bed and sitting down on the side of the mattress.
"You comfortable, John?"
"Yes thank you, Lt,"
"good night, Captain,"
"Good night, Boys"
Simon proceeds to turn off the lights sending the room into darkness for a moment before the moonlight illuminates the room, John and Price fall asleep synchronized as he remains awake with the other man nuzzled in his arm. he drifts into his thoughts thinking about his future with the man he loves as future planning takes place in his head. He gradually falls asleep and all forms of worry leave his system and lie contently with John pressed into him.
End of part 13, End of chapter 3.
