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[fireshow]

"Depends what's going on." He chuckles a bit. "Don't think it was really bad when I first arrived. Honestly can't even remember last year." Which has him wonder what that might mean if it all just feels normal now to him.

[hippie_ninja]

"We don't really celebrate New Year's anymore. Can't have fireworks, and in the winter we can't spare the rations for a party." And honestly, after the end of the world, it's hard to keep track of the years anyway. No one is printing out cat and dog calendars anymore, no one has any use for day planners.

"We'll play it by ear. If there's something fun we'll go. If not? I wouldn't complain about a holiday spent like this." Sprawled atop John, spent and sated. He really likes John's suggestion: last fuck of the old year, first fuck of the new one.

[fireshow]

"Let's see what happens then," he murmurs, bringing his other hand up to card through Jesus' hair. "Definitely wanna have some hot sex with you though. Sort of non-negotiable if we're doing something for New Years." Huff of laughter, he leans in to press a soft kiss to the man's head.

"You want me to stay tonight? Or you gotta go do shit?"

[hippie_ninja]

"I have to go to work," he sighs, but he's in no rush. He'll need to get up and move soon, but not yet. Not just yet.

"Can you stay over tomorrow night?" He kisses him softly, an unspoken Please?

[fireshow]

"Sure, baby." Lifting his other hand up to brush through Jesus' hair, he smiles a bit against the other's mouth. "Want me to bring something to eat?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah I think we'll need to recharge," he grins, tipping his head into John's hand. "Something simple. Whatever you feel like bringing, I'm not picky."

[fireshow]

"Well as long as you're not expecting anything super fancy." He laughs through his nose and presses a kiss to the man's temple. "You gotta get going?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah... Should probably get dressed," his chuckle muffled against John's neck. He pulls away reluctantly.

"Tomorrow night?"

[fireshow]

Letting Jesus pull away, he brings a hand up to cradle the side of Jesus' face, thumb brushing over the man's cheek. "Yeah. Tomorrow." And with that, he'll lean up to give him a slow kiss before letting him go.