Lynch

"Ha-ha! Remember, I was like, 'Hey! Are you a journalist?' You were kind of sullen and angry back then, I thought I was running into a dangerous guy!" John chatted enthusiastically, looking at Lynch, giggling, smiling "But we both know that I'm the only one dangerous here! Oh, we were so inexperienced before, damn it! I remember you were a complete softie, without a single scratch." John continued, barely looking at his friend. "I worship the day I met you.." thought Lynch, looking at John, who was talking about his own. The guy was attracted by his eyes, his lips, his tousled hair, his neck... He looked at him with half-closed eyes full of love. But John finally 'woke up' and noticed his friend. "Lynch? Are you even listening to me?" the bespectacled man objected "What an idiot you are..." Lynch muttered, despite John's indignation he approached him. Their faces were a couple of centimeters apart. The guy reached out and gently grabbed his lover's cheek. "Eh? Lynch?" The writer froze, he didn’t even know how to react to this..

(you rp for John)