"Look at you, one moment it's name calling, the next you're asking me to strip," John dismissed but hey, he didn't hestitate, he already had his coat and shirt on the floor, shoes kicked off elsewhere. Like he was going to deny any chance to strip off. Once his trousers and boxers were happily left behind, he soon joined slid into the shower, looking more bored than playful because he always hated decontamination. It was such a tedious and wet process. And not in a good way.

"No, not really," John admitted because it wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want to hear that Jack liked him solely because of nostalgia. Hell, he didn't even know what he felt about that. He liked wearing Jack out, it was a good trait to have but he always got the feeling Jack had outgrown him. And it was never fun to be in that position. "I think anything I'm looking for from you, I'm never going to get."

And that was the truth, John shrugged his shoulders because he didn't know what else to do. So he settled for falling back on humour, an awkward smile on his face. "For the record you are an old bastard. And I think you're getting grey hairs. Plus you've slower now, I'm worried when we next fuck, you're hip will fall out or something."