Being woken up with a kiss was a glorious experience. Breakfast in bed served by a handsome man was exhilarating. It just got downright unreal when Johnny leaned over after the food was gone to ask if Ten minded being stripped and showered.

However, as Johnny had so far been more than a gentleman, it was with dismay and not surprise that Ten found himself pushed into the bathroom and left to wash himself. Admittedly, Johnny had started his water and had made sure he had everything, including a towel large enough to double as a blanket on the bed and clean clothes to change into afterwards.

Ten showered, luxuriating in the water and the rather large shower-stall; it was definitely large enough to hold two people comfortably. He stepped out, ran the towel over his body in a quick bid to rid himself of most of the extra moisture, and then wrapped it around his hips. He brushed his hair back with his fingers and then stared at his reflection. His skin looked healthy under the soft light, and his eyes seemed to glow.

He reached a hand out and ran a finger down the glass of the mirror, tracing his reflection.

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In the kitchen, Johnny was a little less than happy. He really wanted to be in the bathroom, specifically in the shower, and his body was wound tightly to remind him of what he -could- be doing but had decided against. With a scowl, he rinsed off the plate and tray that Ten had used, and then glanced around the apartment.

It wasn't that his only desire was to claim Ten in a physical sense. He felt very warm just knowing the other man was in his apartment. There was a shroud of peace over everything in the apartment that had never been there before. His frustration was a result of the fact that he'd never been one to hold back from what he wanted, and his body couldn't seem to understand the fact that it wasn't the only thing affected by Ten.

A knock came on the door, and he smiled, grateful for the reprieve from his own thoughts and feelings.. Company meant something to do besides dwell on the thought of Ten in his shower, and wet. He threw the door open with a little more force than he'd intended, and stared disappointedly at the man on the other side. "What do you want?" he asked.

Hazel eyes glared at him. "What a way to greet your best friend, ," Jay said, walking in and shouldering Johnny out of his way when the other man didn't move.

"Ah, wonderful mood as always, Jay" Johnny said sarcastically, shutting the door. "I hope that this doesn't mean that you want a sympathetic ear, because you're in the wrong place," he reminded him coldly.

Jay turned to look at him, worry clear in his eyes despite the look on his face. "My little cousin ran off this morning. I think he's done something stupid, like gotten played by some creep."

Johnny rolled his eyes. "And so you come to me, huh?" He knew better than to be insulted. Their 'friendship' was based on the fact that Johnny could correctly classify a person's desire and advise them on how to satisfy it, or offer to satisfy it himself. Matching kink to kink was his forte.

"Johnny, you're the only guy I know that has any clue as to the whereabouts of every other gigolo in the city. I just need to know what kind of guy would want a simpering, sniveling, weak-minded who's only marginally attractive."

"Let's get something straight: I'm a player, not a gigolo. I only go for attractive people and I don't do it for the money, just the . And secondly, you're kidding me, right? Any bastard into domination or role-playing would love someone who will bend to their every whim. If you're lucky, he's just staying at a friend's house."

Jay shook his head. "He doesn't have friends, Johnny. He's a loser, he was raised to be that way so that his father could have complete control of him, the sick freak. Ten has no experience what-so-ever."

Johnny absorbed that information, filing some of it away for later and choosing other bits, mostly ton