I won't share you

Sleep over

Johnny and I went back and listened to some of my records. For the next week and a half I would go visit Johnny at work or he would come to my house.
  Johnny and I lay on my bed as a record played while Johnny's cigaret smoke drifted through the air.
  "Hey Moz?" Johnny said laying on my stomach as I stretched out.
  "Yes?" I said looking at the ceiling.
  "You and I should have a proper  sleep over" he said to the room filled with music and smoke
  "A sleep over?" I looked down to him. He made I contact with me.
  "Yeah! You know like we hang out and I sleep over. But like proper one and not just because it raining outside." He said smiling. I thought about it.
  "...Alright." He sprang up like a cork out of a wine bottle.  He grabbed my hand.
  "Okay how about tomorrow? After my shift?" He said. I swore I saw stars in his eyes.
  "Seems about right. We can watch a James Dean movie." He smiled.
"Speaking of,I've been meaning to talk to you about that." He said pointing to the cut out of James Dean.
"Oh yes,well... I don't even know how to explain."
"Well I gotta head out, I have a late shift tonight. See you tomorrow." he walked to the door and before walking out gave me a wink. I sat up and looked out the window and opened it a crack to let some air in. I sighed to my self. Hopefully this won't be as bad as the last time he slept over. And hopefully my body won't betray me. I payed back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Here goes nothing.

The Next Day~

I ran around the house trying to pick up what dishes I had around to make the house not seem a mess. I was interrupted by a knocking on the door. My heart beat sped up. I walked to the door trying to adjust myself. I breathed in. Here we go. Time to act semi decent. I opened the door.
"Hey Morrissey." I was greeted by Johnny with a bouquet of gladiolus.
"Flowers?" I pointed to them questioningly. He looked to them.
"Ah well, the other day you said how much you love them so I just thought, why not?" He smiled. His eyes covered by his glasses. He handed me the flowers, then followed me inside.
  "So what do you want to do?" I said looking to Johnny as we walked up the stairs. He took his glasses off and placed them in his pocket.
  "How about a film?" He said smiling.
"Sound good." I smiled back.
Johnny laid on my bed with his head at the end of the bed and laying on his stomach while I picked out a movie.
"This good?" I said holding up Rebel without a cause. He nodded.
"Looks good." I put it on then hopped on the bed next to Johnny. He bumped my playfully then relaxed.
In no time we got to part whereJames gets his car tire popped. Johnny turned to me.
"I don't see what you see in that guy." He laughed. I already knew that Johnny in fact like James Dean, but not as much as me.
"You don't think he is attractive young man?" I said raising my eyebrows.
"You sound like a mom." He said laughing. "Plus he is a guy." He laughed again. Despite what he said I couldn't stop staring at him. He looked to me and our eyes met. "Morrissey?" He said in a worried voice.
"Yes?" My eyes went to his lips then back to his eyes.
"Um going to do something stupid, if you don't like it or I don't can we pretended it never happened?" His eyes looked scared. I nodded.
"U-uh okay." He leaned in and... kissed me. I could believe it. I was snogging Johnny. He pulled away and blinked. His face held an expression someone would have at a horror scene.
"I'm sorry Moz. Please don't be mad I'm going to leave." He stood up and walked toward the door. What?! What on earth is he talking about?! Why would I be mad?!
"Johnny wait! Where are you going?! I'm not mad at you!" I grabbed his arm. He spun round and pinned me to the wall holding up a fist. "If you're going to hit me do it." I said. My wrist hurt from Johnny's grip. He looked confused. His eyes stared to water.
"Damn-damnit Moz." He cried leaning against my chest. He let go of my arm which I used to hug him. Johnny looked up his eyes were red and wet. I didn't know what to do. "What are you doing to me head?" He laughed lightly and short. Then looked up again. He grabbed my shirt, in doing so bring me down with smashing our lips together. I'm that moment we became a hot mess of grabbing at each other as if trying to hold on for dear life and kissing. I was pushed on to the bed then met by Johnny's lips again. Not knowing where to put my hands a held on to the front of his shirt.
Finally we pulled apart gasping for air. He looked me in the eye.
"Uh... we should um... probably finish that movie." He said not breaking his gaze I nodded.
"Right ...yeah." I sat up as Johnny got off of my and laid back down in his position before hand when we were watching the film. I laid next to him. As the movie was coming close to the end I looked over to Johnny his eyes were closed. He must have fallen asleep. I round over on to my back so I faced the ceiling. I drifted off singing to my self

Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalize
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darkness lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother...
As long...as long...as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long...as long...as long as...as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh...

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I hope you liked this chapter as much as I loved writing it. Thank for reading this far and I will. Be writing the next chapter soon!