So, I wrote this little ficlet a couple months ago for my enjoyment.  If anyone has a problem with slash, as in John and Randy, then leave now.  Not that it's all in your face, with this one, at least...  Still, heed the warnings.

"Did you ever watch the Mickey Mouse Club?" John asked, turning his head on the pillow to face Randy.

"You mean that **** with Justin what's-his-face and Brittany Spears? Hell, no," Randy replied, still lying flat on his back, his face scrunched up at the thought. "Did you?"

"Not the Brittany one, no. But I do remember it was on after Zorro, the one with Annette Funicello."

"Now, Zorro, that was some good sh*t. It's a damn shame it's not on anymore."

Randy rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. "I always wanted to be like Zorro. And Davy Crockett."

"What kid didn't?" John wondered. "I remember the first time I watched Davy Crockett, that guy was awesome."

"Yeah, man. You ever see the River Pirates movie? He took on Mike Fink, and beat him at his own game. Now that is hard core," Randy said, reminiscing about his childhood.

"Disney used to have some good stuff." John sat up and grabbed the hotel remote to switch on the TV. He flipped through the channels, stopping when he found Disney. "Look at this sh*t. ‘That's So Raven' is on at 11 PM. That's when Zorro used to be on. Maybe I could start a petition to get the show back," he thought, turning the TV right off.

"You do that, John," Randy agreed, laughing.

"Hey, don't f*ck with Zorro. Guy could f*ck your sh*t up. Didn't you see that one where he carved the ‘Z' into that dude's pants? Not only did he have a sword, he had a horse."

"You ever see the new Zorro movies?" Randy wondered, eyebrow arched.

"And taint my memory of the original Zorro? Hell no!" John looked offended.

"You're just jealous they didn't want you for the part," Randy told him, looking thoroughly amused.

John gave him a shove on the shoulder, causing Randy to roll onto his back, grinning. "Hey, that's their loss. I may not be a suave, Latin hunk like Antonio Banderas, but -"

Randy cut him off, "You're better than him any day, babe." He rolled back onto his side and pulled John to his side. He let his palm rest on John's face, "You remember that, ok?"

"Yeah, I got it," John replied, rolling over so his back was to Randy's front. Randy wrapped his arms around John's waist and hooked a leg around one of John's. "No need to get all sappy on me. Especially when we're talking about manly stuff like Zorro and Davy Crockett."

John knew Randy was rolling his eyes, even though he couldn't see him, "Ok, John. Manly stuff, right." Randy could feel John's breathing slowing down, knew he was drifting to sleep. He placed a kiss on the top of John's head and whispered, "Night, John."

Scooting back a little bit more, John replied, "Night, Randy," before falling asleep.