Jay & John | Sunday Morning

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'Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes, that way when you do criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes! -Hana Jo-

Jay gave John a very pointed sour look. "If Ah had a dollar for everytime you did that, son..." he trailed off shaking his head. "Put some clothes on too, unless you plan to truge out there in just a towel. Ah reckon you'd freein ten minutes, even with yer internal furance." Jay rolled his eyes, flipping through the channels while waiting for John.

"Hey, you know your way around a pair of scissors?" John was looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was sticking out at odd angles. "I've got a meeting to attend tomorrow and I'm supposed to look 'presentable'. A fucking joke, really. ... I can barely find the time to shave." He lifted an electric shaver to his chin. "Good thing I got this..."

Jay tossed the converter aside and got up off the couch, coming up just behind John and looking at him through the reflection in the mirror. "You should leave it. Call it a tribute to Kyle," he joked. "What's your problem? Suddenly you can't shave or get yer shit together."

John let out a snort. "I'm perfectly capable of giving myself a good shave. I just don't particularly give a fuck is all." He dropped the shaver, wiped his face with the spare towel and dropped it into the sink. "As for getting my shit together... I don't know what you're talking about." So his room was a mess and he shared his bed with a pile of old newspapers and file folders and other miscellaneous junk. So what?

Through the mirror, he looked Jay in the eyes and cocked an eyebrow, daring him to say more.

"Well... Ah rekcon..." Jay's chin rested on John's shoulder, grinning and ever so carefully, his hands slipped onto John's sides. Cocking an eyebrow back at John, his hands slipped around the hem of the towel, daring John to move. Suddenly his smile dropped, the towel came off as Jay backed up a pace, winding it up. ".. if you don't move yer ass," he paused and cracked the towel at John's behind. "Ah'm gonna whip yer ass with this!"

"Hey!" Inwardly cursing his slow reaction - like what the fuck, right? John narrowed his eyes at Jay then with a quick flick of his gaze to the lighted candle on the counter, the towel in Jay's hand began to rapidly catch on fire.

Ha! Smirking, he grabbed at a spare towel and stepped out of the bathroom, leaving Jay to clear up the mess.


Thirty minutes later and they were having lunch at a sushi bar. John played with the lighter in his hand, drawing flames from the device before lighting his cigarette. People were staring, including a group of young kids who were seated at a table across from them. John sucked in a breath and turned his attention toward one of them.

"Why don't you just take a picture, huh?"

The response was unexpected. The kid practically hopped off his chair. "Oh, really? May I?"

John's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Are you trying to be funny?"

"No, sir. I'm just a big fan. Course my mom would kill me if she knew I was talking to a couple of muties. No offense. That's just what she calls your kind." The kid stepped forward and handed John his camera. "Wow. This is so cool." His attention was on Jay now. "Are you part of the X-Men?"

John rolled his eyes.

Your kind. Jay's eyes connected with the kid's. "No," he replied evenly but flickered his gaze to John, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. "Let's just go." He didn't like this kind of attention.

"Fine by me." John got up, placed the camera on the counter and slipped his jacket on. "Can't go anywhere with you, can I?" he said, somewhat amused and he nudged Jay out the door.

Behind them, the kid snapped a quick photograph before hurrying back to his table.

Jay got on his jacket and as they headed through the door, Jay frowned behind him. "You know its like that everywhere Ah go. Even worse at Silver sometimes, with 'em mutant groupies."

"They been giving you a lot of trouble?"

"When they think Ah'm straight, yea. You'd think Ah was use to it cause of the wings. Ah just traded pretty fer a different colour. No thanks to that stupid Avatar movie, Ah got more of 'em hammerin' at me than Ah like."

John snorted. "Avatar, huh?" He but couldn't help but laugh now. It was pretty damn hilarious. "Boy, am I glad I'm not in your shoes." John doubted he would have been able to tolerate that kind of shit.

"So anyways, did I tell you that me and Ange are looking to move out?"

"So what? You guys a couple now?" Jay asked, batting his eyelashes.

"Fuck off, man. We're just friends." He lit his cigarette and offered one to Jay. "But you know, I hear birds of a feather flock together." He smirked a little. "What's his name again? Warden?"

Jay passed. "Fuck you," he snapped back. "Ah bet you'd be bottom fer Ang anyways. And his name is Warren. Yer just pissed cause you ain't outta the closet yet."

"Well, you assume too damn much." He blew the smoke out and got in line behind a lady purchasing a soda to go with the sandwich in her hand. "So when do I get to meet this new boy toy of yours?" No surprise that he hadn't gotten to know Warren just yet. John was not the friendly sort and mostly kept to himself.

Someone was a little too defensive, but Jay decided he wasn't going to push it. "Ah dunno, whenever you want Ah guess. He's around alot. But Ah don't think Ah'm ready to have you meet him yet pa. Don't need you polishin' yer shot gun when he comes over."

"Funny." He ordered two hot dogs and handed one over to Jay. "Let's head over to the dvd store. I'm thinking of putting in an order for Avatar. And then maybe we could watch that new movie that's out. ... Legion, I think?"

Jay took the hotdog and shoved John for good measure. "Ah'm gonna go Firestarter on your ass and then we can pick out a movie."

"Oh, don't even start."