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drinking earlier before calling him, and hide your safe again. You turn around and face Johnny, bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Okay, you can look again"

"Oh, can I just?"

"Just shut up and look, asshole"

"Jeez- so mean.."

He uncovers his eyes, looking at you with fake hurt eyes before seeing the bottle of whiskey in your hand. His face immediately turns into shock when he sees the bottle

[God, that face is just so ride-]

"HUH?? *YOU* JUST CASUALLY HAVE A 250 DOLLAR BOTTLE OF WHISKEY?!"

"It's the one you brought me- WHAT THIS WAS HOW MUCH?"

"WAIT THAT'S THE ONE I BROUGHT YOU?? WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE THAT?!"

"I-"

Good question. Why do YOU, the hardcore alcohol who have been since probably late teen years, the one out of the 2 of you who wanted to party and die young, still have THIS bottle of alcohol sitting around?

"Well?"

".. I don't know, I just do... I'm glad I didn't drink it now, I literally can't even afford to be holding this let alone drink it"

"C'mon, don't say stupid shit like that. I brought that for you, you have every right to drink it"

"Well, I'm gonna drink it now... You want some or not?"

"Of course I want some..."

You smirk softly as you place the bottle of whiskey in front of Johnny before grabbing 2 small glasses for the both of you. He popped the top of the bottle off and poured both of us healthy servings of whiskey, which is about an eighth of the amount you'd usually pour yourself but you say nothing

[Why won't you listen to me? Jump on top of him, drag him to the ground and pin him there. Just kiss him right here, right now or just grab his fucking hand!-]

"I'm sorry, I have to ask... Is that the one red dress you use to wear all the time? Or is it just a similar one?"

His voice trails off slightly as he examines the dress a little closer. It's adorable how hard he's thinking about this to be fair. You notice his eyes linger over your boobs a little too long and look down, pretending your just straighten your outfit. You can see that the metal bars in your nipples are just slligghttllyy visible and smirk a little more

[He likes them.. He likes your nipple piercings?]

"Nono, it's the same dress. I think I'm a bit too fat for it now-"

"What? Are you kidding me? It fits you soooo much better now. I mean, you killed in that outfit before but with the curves you've got going on? They fill that dress nice- sorry, I'm just rambling a lot.. I just mean that you look nice! Is all"

"Hm.. Thank you, Johnny"

You smile gently at his words, fixing your hair a little bit as you down your glass of whiskey in one sip. He smiles back and swirls his drink in his hand, examining it a bit before taking a small sip

[Oh cmon! He wants to fuck you, you 2 want to fuck each other! Just fuck him oh my god!]

"You drink alcohol like a rich snob..."

"And you drink alcohol like an abusive father."

Your mouth drops to the floor at his quick comeback, his laugh filling the room as he downs the other bit of his drink and leans against the tiny kitchen island

"So... Y/N, what have you been up to all these years?"

"What have I been up to?..."

"Yeah! Like, what do you do for work? You still working at that crappy take-our joint or did you at least do a little better than that?"

He has a playful, teasingness (my dyslexic arse can NOT decide if that's a word or not but it's staying!) to his voice. You smirk again, placing a hand on your hip

[Dude, he's flirting with you, just take him already!]

"I work in a little cafe here downtown, and Jack's Tavern is not a crappy take-out place! You use to kill for Jack's BBQ burger! What, too rich for it now?"

"Relax sugar~ I had Jack's the other night. I'll never be too rich for their shit.. and what cafe?"

He seems to be genuinely intrigued in the conversation, something else you could never stop admiring about him. When he wanted to know more about things, he'd get fully invested in it and barely ever let go of that thing he likes. It's probably why he became so successful as an actor.

"Oh uhh-.. Lucin-des? I doubt you've even heard of it"

"And you'd be correct, I haven't heard of it but I'll try it out"

"Oh, will you just?"

There's now an obvious flirtatious mood that's sneaked into your conversation now, which is weird considering you guys haven't been face-to-face for so long. You expected awkward tensions, long pauses and half-answers and responses. Not this.

"Well, if you're making the coffee there then it must be a fantastic place"

"Shut up.."

"What? It's true! Plus just having my face in your shop for 10 minutes would make you hundreds- if not thousands of dollars overnight!"

"Sure baby-"

"Baby?"

BABY?? You look at him with wide eyes and quickly start to stutter out a response

"Uh- I don't know why- I'm so sorry, I genuinely didn't even have that word in my mind, it just came out!-"

"Relax, relax.. It's fine, seriously! Just forget about it, alright?"

He smiles at you tenderly, lovingly.. It makes your heart flutter and your stomach spin as you study every line, every wrinkle, every hair. All of it.

"Yeah.. Yeah okay.. What about you? What have you been up to?"

"You know what I've been up to, you don't need to sit here and pretend for me"

You frown gently at his response. You just wanted to talk to him, give him a chance to explain his life in his own words for once. Instead, you roll your eyes before speaking again

[God, he's so annoying... Annoyingly fucka-]

"Jeez- fine! I just won't ask you anything at all"

"That's not what I was-"

"No no! It's fine, I get it!"

"Oh my god, you're still so dramatic, ya know that?"

"Pretty rich coming from the MOVIE STAR"

You smile widely as you guys go back and forth playfully. Just throwing out little things you remembered about each other to "use" against them.
You guys move over to the small couch, drinking away and just talking about life though, you realize that he's managed to avoid answering any questions you ask him and he only seems to be interested in listening to you talk, listening to what you've been up too for the past few years. Yes, it's sweet that he's so invested in you but you were hoping that the conversation would be about BOTH of you. You want to learn about his personal life, not his media life, just get to know HIM again.
Even though you find your conversation with Johnny a little strange right now, you guys sit and chat for hours and that bottle of whiskey drained slowly with time, now on my having about 2 shots left in it.

"Ya know, I haven't asked this yet but what else is new about your appearance, besides the fact you've cut off all your hair and started having a proper diet?"

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You're piercings. Those are the only other new things you've gotten in the last 5 years but... How on God's earth are you meant to tell him- or SHOW him that?

[Just pull your dress down and show him, don't even speak]

"Well?"

"Oh well uh- I got some new piercings?"

"Oh, no way? So did I!"

"You got a piercing? You hate needles, what?"

"I know that! But look!"

He stood up, untucked his shirt and lifted it to expose his belly button, there, you can see a small metal bar going through it and it honestly suits him really well. Belly button piercings usually look tacky on men but, he's one of the few who can pull it off

"That doesn't look horrible.."

"Thank you, thank you so much"

He gives you such an overly thankful, grateful look, placing a hand on his chest as he nods his head in agreement. You roll your eyes back at him

"What about you, What did you get?"

"Oh! Uh-"

[Just show him. He seen your tits before, what the big deal?]

"Oh wait! Let me guess, let me guess!... Uhh, your tongue? Your septum but you're hiding it? Hmm, your smiley? No no, your nipples? Wait- let me think, hold on-"

"Yep."

[I told you he liked the nipple piercings]

He got lucky with that last guess. You turn a little red as you look over at him and after a minute you can see him trying to process which one you were saying yep too

"Hold on- you don't mean-"

"I got my nipples pierced. Got them done a few years back now"

"..."

He stares are you intensely, it's clear the alcohol is in full swing and he's in full concentration mode. He goes real quiet, too quiet. It's honestly starting to freak you out and you're starting to think you've gone too far with this conversation

[Why is he thinking so hard, hold up-]

"Are you o-"

"Can you show them to me?"

"What?"

You hadn't even gotten the chance to ask him if he was alright before his question caught you off guard. How were you going to show HIM your piercings? You're not showing your tits to your ex-boyfriend, that would be insane!

"Can you show them to me?"

"I heard what you said! I just- how am I?- Oh well.. I could go to the bathroom and take a photo and just cover anything-"

"You can just do it here if you'd like, it'll be a whole lot easier"

His words fall out of his mouth so nonchalantly, so confidently. He paired his sentence with a smirk, one that matched his confidence with pride, and the air between you 2 started to grow hot. Extremely hot.
With the ever-growing heat between you too, you start to debate on if you just say 'fuck it' and show him your piercings right here on the couch or figure out another way to do it

"I'm not just going to-"

"What's the big deal? We're both drunk, we're both getting old now and I've seen your tits too many times before"

"..."

"Oh, c'mon.. Last time I checked, you would've shown your tits to a child if he told you he had cancer in his eye-"

"I WOULD NOT SHOW MY FUCKING TITS TO A KID!"

You honestly wanted to burst out laughing when he said but you didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Instead, you choose to try and think of some way to get back at him for saying that, luckily for you, he opened that doorway for you

"Sure. Just show meeee"

"I just said I wouldn't show my tits to a kid"

"Again, I've seen them before. You're not getting mature on me now are ya?"

Your jaw dropped again at yet another quick comeback and you can't stop yourself from letting out a small chuckle. You don't remember him being this quick on his feet when you'd jokingly insult him like that

"Oh, so everything that's changed about me is on you?"

"I'm just saying.. you use to not give a fuck. You'd just do shit, 'Yolo' or whatever it was you'd say whenever someone said to 'grow up' or 'get serious' or something"

"Dilligaf."

"Right! I remembered it being something so- random. What does it mean again?"

"Pff- it means 'Do I look like I give a fuck'. I heard that one-"

"-THAT ONE RANDOM AUSTRALIAN GUY SAY IT! YES, AT THE-"

"-the old bar that was on Twelfth Street. You remember that?"

"I do now- Don't distract me from the topic! C'mon, just show me them its fine.."

Johnny shuffles over on the couch a bit, his thigh gently brushing against yours a bit as he leans in close to you, resting his head on your shoulder and digging his nose into the crook of your neck. His arm drapes over your thighs, his hand grabbing your right thigh firmly. The alcohol is apparent on his breath as it trails a hot path down your skin delicately, at least you know he's still a bit of a lightweight now. He looks up at you with drunken, puppy dog eyes and his thumb drags a light, small trail across the outside of your thigh

"Please..?"

"J-johnny I don't-"

"You can just show me a little bit and then we can move on, come on-"

Johnny's free hand trails up to graze your nipple piercing through your dress a bit, causing you to shiver a little. You quickly slap his hand away from you and look at him with wide eyes

"Don't be so touchy."

"Oh, you're gonna say you didn't enjoy it?"

"..."

"Mhmm~ The shiver gave it away, you never reacted like that before-"

"THERE'S A METAL BAR IN THEM! THEY'RE SENSITIVE-"

"Oh relax, princess. I'm only messing with you, if you don't want to show me then don't."

"What, well I never said-"

You look down at his hands and arms as his thumb plays with your thigh gently. You didn't know what to do! Do you show him your piercings right now or try and take a photo of them? Maybe just drop it all together, I mean, he did say it was alright to not show him but you want too. You sit there and debate for a second before a thought pops into your mind

"Tell me about yourself first."

"What? Y/N, I know you've looked at my social-"

"No no, I want you to tell me what YOU'VE been up too. I know not EVERYTHING has to be on the internet.. Come on~"

"Uhh-... Well."

He takes a moment to think about what he want to tell you, you're not sure whether he has too much he wants to say or is struggling to find something but either way you sit and wait patiently. You're not sure if you WANT him to say something, to be honest, yet you sit there and wait.

"I don't know, how much do you already know?"

"Oh well.. I know you've done a few movie roles and just recently finished a TV Show"

"What about my personal life? Not career wise."

"I know you had a girlfriend 4 years back or so. That's about it though"

You start to feel embarrassed mentally after admitting you know who he started dating after you.

[That's not weird, right? It's not weird to wonder who your ex is dating after you, especially since you dumped them, right?]

Johnny breaks your trail of thought by speaking once more.

"Heh, yeah.. She was my wife"

"YOU'RE MARRIED?!-"

"No, she WAS my wife. Divorced a bit ago now"

"Oh-.. Oh, I'm so-"

"Don't spit out that bullshit, if I was still sorry for myself then I wouldn't be here, would I?"

"Well-"

He has a point, you think- anyway, you nod softly and start to move Johnny off of you

"H-hey! No-"

"Oh relax, I said 'tell me about yourself first' remember? I'm holding up my end of the deal.."

"What?"

You push Johnny off of yourself and he he looks at you a little shocked, his eyes growing a bit wider as he watches you stand up. You think for a second more about what you're going to do right now but start to move your dress down a bit. Johnny stares at you intently but you watch his face drop a little as you stop pulling your dress down and not revealing anything to him

"Hey but you just said-"

"You think I'm showing you my tits after ONE thing? No, tell me about and I'll move it down more."

You smirk smugly, feeling proud of yourself even though in hindsight, what you're doing is a bit cringy. He looks up at you unamused and rolls his eyes a bit before resting back against the couch

"I started going to the gym more?"

"That's fucking boring."

"I'm a man! We're boring!" (Yes, this book is written by a man)

"Urgh- there has to be something."

"... I don't know, I literally just focused on my career. It's kinda why I'm divorced-"

"Wait so you're telling me *I* broke up with you because of your career... And your *wife* has divorced you because of your career?"

"Well... Yeah-"

You nod at him as you process what you've just learnt, you pull your dress down a bit more as you're doing this before speaking again

".. Oh so you really did nothing these last five years"

"HEY! MY CAREER IS NOT NOTHING!-"

"Oh relax princess~"

You use his words from before against him as you continue to pull your dress down, Johnny's eyes widen for a second as he notices your choice of words and then again as he notices you've continued to pull your dress down. He stands up off of the couch and his hands land firmly on your waist

"Wait, wait. You don't have to show me. I'm only kidding"

"What? No, I wanna show you.."

"Are you sure you wanna show ME? Or are you just drunk?"

He looks down at you with a bit of longing in his. It's clear he doesn't want you to do anything you'd might regret but your minds already made up now. You continue you to pull your dress down, the metal bars now barely being covered by the fabric

"It's okay, I wanna show you... You DO want to see them, right?"

"Well- of course I wanna see them! I just- I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

"Relax, it's okay."

You move your hand up and fold the fabric of your dress down on top of itself, you nipples now visible for Johnny to see. The metal rest in your metal nicely and you have little metal spikes on each side, hugging your nipples perfectly.

Johnnys eyes dart between each nipple and your face quickly as he processes the situation.

".. Your tits look a lot better-"

"Jesus Christ-"

"What?! They do!"

"Thank you?"

One of Johnnys hands trail up gently to cup on of your boobs, his thumb playing with the metal again, now without fabric in the way. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine but you suppress it pretty well.

"Did it hurt?"

"Like a fucking bitch."

"BAHA-"

Johnnys other hand cups your other boob now as he continues to play with the metal of them a bit. His eyes grow a bit clouded the longer you let his hands do what they want and you can feel the air growing tense between the 2 of you. Johnnys left hand grazes gently up your neck and cups your cheek as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. You look back up at him with temptation, with a need.
Without a second thought to it, he leans down and captures your lips in a drunken kiss, his body pushing against yours slightly as he does so. You lean up into his kiss, your hips rolling against his body as you guys just lose each other in the moment. All of a sudden, and very quickly, Johnny pulls away and looks down at you

"I missed you, Y/N.. I missed you so much"

"...I missed you too, Johnny"

You guys look into each other's eyes passionately, just indulging in the moment between you 2 before Johnny picks you up and walks you over to the bed, chucking you on it roughly. This earnt a squeal from you but it was clear in his expression that he wanted more. He needed more.
Your hands waste no time in unbuttoning his shirt just as Johnnys hands quickly pull your dress down and off of your body. The air between you the both of you as ecstatic as you guys capture each other's lips in an even more desperate kiss. You can feel Johnnys hands working on his plate and boxers, sliding them off quickly. You follow suit, taking off your panties and tossing them to the side.
In what felt like a matter of seconds, you 2 went from chatting on the couch to now completely naked, hands exploring each other's more mature bodies and lips planting hungry kisses on each other. It feels like no time has passed since were both in this situation together, we both just know what to do with the other like it's second nature. He quickly pulls away from the kiss which makes you whine a little but you feel his fingers force their way into your mouth

"You know what to do."

With those words fresh in your mind, you begin to suck away on his fingers. You coat them in a thick layer of your spit before he removes them from your mouth and trails them down to your wet entrance, teasing it gently.
You roll your hips forward on the bed a little as he teases you, earning a soft chuckle from Johnny

"Stop being a bitch.."

"Stop being so needy."

"You started being needy

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