It said seize the day, pull the trigger - OTA (tag those he knows)

[whatdoesithurt]

John had been struck by a wave of restlessness in the middle of the night and so had gone out walking. He was still strolling now, on his last cigarette and oddly peaceful. He'd watched the sun rise, considered going to find one of the people he'd accumulated in this town, but decided he was enjoying the solitude for the time being

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[southphillyboy]

Most days Babe found himself up early for PT. Today was one of those days, his shirt sticking to his chest, his dog tags bouncing free as he worked his way back up to the hotel. Seeing John, he paused, ran a hand through his too-long red hair and waved. "Hey, you." Grinning, he closed the distance between them, "haven't seen you for a couple of days."

[whatdoesithurt]

"Hey," he said cheerfully, letting the cigarette fall away from his lips. John watched a drop of sweat sneak down the redhead's brow, down the side of his face then then neck.

[southphillyboy]

"Out early, huh?" He'd brightened when he'd seen John, his smile always enough to make him grin himself. "Had breakfast yet?"

[whatdoesithurt]

"No, I was on my way," he said, "I was out walking last night, never really went to bed."

[southphillyboy]

He knew nights like those himself, ones where he couldn't sleep and just wanted to be outside where maybe he could think. "Want some company?"

[whatdoesithurt]

"Sure," he said, extending a hand to the younger man.

[southphillyboy]

Things had changed with him, that he was so easy with this now. It was still something that bothered him late at night when alone more than any other time.

He took the hand, quirking a smile up at John. "In the mood for waffles or you want to go to the cafe."

[whatdoesithurt]

"I don't care," he said with a shake of his head, "as long as there's coffee." Up close, Babe smelled fantastic, sweaty and distinctly masculine. John wondered how he would feel about a little post jog pick-me-up.

[southphillyboy]

"I want food, so let's do the waffle house," it was easy chatter, nudging John with his elbow as they walked. "You look good. You always look good."

[whatdoesithurt]

"I know," he said with a smirk, "but you smell good."

[southphillyboy]

"Me?" His voice nearly cracked, almost a squeak, "I've been out jogging and need a shower."

[whatdoesithurt]

"Hell yeah you need a shower," he practically growled, leaning into him, "and you smell good."

[southphillyboy]

Babe stopped, moving his arm around John's waist, grinning wide. "You're not even thinking about breakfast anymore, are you?"

[whatdoesithurt]

"I'm thinking about eating," he leered.

[southphillyboy]

"What kind of eating would that be," he said softly, nudging in to kiss John.

[whatdoesithurt]

"The very dirty kind," he purred against his lips, "the kind with my face between your legs."