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[_johnny]

[london, june 1997. tuesday.]It's that sort of June afternoon that's damp but not chilly, misty but not rainy, with a determinedly cheerful sun poking out from behind the clouds now and again, trying to make the best of a bad situation. The pink roses twining through the iron fences on the grounds of Jack's school are in full heady bloom, a sign

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[__jack]

Jack cracks an eye open and gazes down at Johnny through crooked reading glasses. Her reaches up with his free hand to push them back up his nose, the fingers in Johnny's hair finally settling comfortably. Johnny's, under his jumper, are tracing restless circle against his ribs. Johnny isn't very good at staying still at the best of times, let alone when he's excited about something.

Jack closes his eyes again and smiles. "Yeah?" He also rarely needs more than the slightest prompting to come out with it.

[_johnny]

Johnny pushes his face into Jack's armpit, hugs Jack tightly for a moment before lifting his head, propping it up on his hand.

"Remember in April, those guys I met with about investing in a studio? That was them. Well, their secretary. Um."

His brain kicks into high gear, and the words leave his mouth in a rush.

"They're ready, they're writing checks, man, I have to go to L.A. in the next couple of weeks, um, I've been looking at properties online, you know, and there's a space I'm pretty sure I'll go with, I've gotta pace it out first, see how much renovation it needs, and talent, I got like a million fucking calls to make, but this is it, this is really it."

Jack blinks at him. Johnny grins.

"It'll just be a few weeks, a month? Maybe a little longer but not really long, I'm sure, I mean, once things get really going then the producers can take care of everything, the producers and the ADs, I can delegate it all out except for the movies that I wanna make, and I can run the business from here, see

[__jack]

Johnny can't quite keep the enthusiasm out of his voice, and even though there's a slight pang of panic at the thought of Johnny being gone for that long this time, Jack has to grin at Johnny's pitifully excited expression, raking his fingers through Johnny's hair to push it out of his face

[_johnny]

Johnny's laugh comes out almost like a sob, and he buries the sound Jack's mouth, kisses him until the overwhelmed feeling pressing on his chest dissipates back into joy.

"I'm so fuckin' happy, man," he says, and Jack reflects his smile, eyes crinkly and bright. "Love you so much, this is going to change everything." He shifts on top of Jack, cups Jack's face in his hands and kisses him again, deeper, fiercer. "Soon as everything's settled I'll be back and we can take a month off and just lay around and make love and drink wine..."

Jack grins, taps Johnny on the end of his nose. "Didn't we do that on Santorini? Last August?"

Yeah, Greece was all that, and Johnny laughs again, hugs Jack tightly, presses his lips to Jack's neck.

"Yeah, yeah," he says aloud, and Jack clings back for a moment before Johnny flops off of him again, drops to the floor and pulls at Jack's knees. "C'mon, c'mere," he mumbles, and drops his head to bite at Jack's denim-covered thigh.