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Gyro is such a loud sleeper. It drives me mad sometimes, but I guess he can’t help it. Ain’t like I can wake him up and tell him to shut it. The next day’s always longer than the night, and it’s only fair he gets some sleep since last night he was on guard duty.
I still don’t get how he can sleep naked, though. Weirdest thing ever. I guess it’s gotten hotter sometimes when we camp, but soon it’ll be cold and mountains and snow. I think so, anyway. I gotta look at the map again but I’ll do it later.
He sighs, snapping me out of my thoughts. Probably a good thing since I was getting distracted. I glance around us and keep my eyes on some brush by the trees that’s rustling louder than normal. Some little furry creature comes out from underneath and scurries off somewhere.
I can relax a little after another look around. It’s so boring that I wonder how I don’t fall asleep on watch sometimes, but then I remember about the corpse parts and the people that came after us and I’m wide awake all over again. Gyro shifts again, then rolls over, probably to get more comfortable. Looks like he’s struggling. I roll my eyes. He’s even dramatic when he sleeps!
But when I give him a dirty look, hoping it’ll reach his dreams and tell him to quit moving, I see that the sleeping bag’s fallen off just a little. Gyro’s forearms, covered in dark hairs, are resting on top of it on his chest. I can see the bits just around his collarbone, but it still makes me hold my breath. Gyro’s got a lot of chest hair… Not overwhelmingly so, but not in patches either. I’ve never seen guy’s chests besides other jockeys but we were all young and had no hair on us.
I crawl a little closer, still holding my breath. The hair thins out just above his pecs and for some reason I wanna see more. I look around us again to make sure no one’s there, can’t trust people like Diego or the other contestants after all, and then pull back his sleeping bag some.
The hair on his chest narrows into the crevice between his pecs and down his stomach. If anyone told me he had a six-pack, I would never believe ‘em with as much food Gyro eats. But he does have one. And then I remember that some days we go without food, so, it evens out I guess…
I can’t help but be a little paranoid. I scan the area again, all the way around, but my eyes land on Gyro’s clothes next to the fire. It’s pretty dim now and I should put it out, but I don’t think about that ‘cause my eyes are stuck on Gyro’s pants. Gyro’s naked. Buck-ass naked underneath this sleeping bag that’s probably not all that clean, either.
My cheeks are hot and I’m glad that he ain’t awake to see. I can’t help it, though… I want to see more. I’ve been traveling with Gyro not too long but he’s pretty funny and charming. And even though I think his beard and teeth are weird, they’ve got their appeal, too, and he is handsome so far as a fella is.
Handsome… I never thought I’d compliment a guy like that. Well, maybe it doesn’t count ‘cause he’s sleeping.
I try to convince myself he means nothing but it’s not really working. Especially since Gyro’s body is completely naked under there. I can’t stop thinking about it. I look around again. It’s pretty much habit by now even though I’m completely distracted.
I peel back more and more of the sleeping bag. Gyro’s whole stomach is covered in hairs; they get darker around his bellybutton and I wonder what it’d feel like on my tongue if I dipped it into the little hole. I don’t dare indulge further. It ain’t right to look at your partner’s junk when he’s asleep and unknowing, though I suppose it ain’t right normally either.
Not that I really care. I bite my bottom lip and turn away to play with my hands. I don’t know what to do besides that.
Then Gyro shuffles again, making some soft sounds. They give me the shivers even though it ain’t cold out. I swear he mumbles my name next, but it’s probably just my mind playing tricks on me.
I still fall for it.
I turn back towards him and think, it’s now or never, then tilt down my head so I can get a peek at it. It’s pretty dark in there so I can’t see much but a big tuft of fluff at the base. Man, he’s so hairy. Dunno if I can’t get used to that.
I shouldn’t have done it, though. My whole body is hot and I’m embarrassed as all hell. Gyro’s still dead asleep but what if he wakes up and catches me? He’ll probably think I’m some gross pervert, but maybe I am if I’m doing this. I gotta know, though. I gotta know how big he is...
I look around one last time then lay on my side. It’s kinda hard with my legs not moving but I manage to scoot down enough that my face is extremely close to Gyro’s hip. I hold my breath ‘cause I don’t want him to feel it on him and wake up.
I blink a few times ‘cause I can’t really see anything with the fire’s dim flames. My back’s blocking it. When my sight does adjust I—I’d honestly gasp, but I’m too scared I’ll wake him.
He’s… big. It doesn’t look fat or anything, but it’s long. And it ain’t even hard! My cheeks are real hot now and I have to bite my lip again. There’s some stray hairs going up the shaft from the base but it’s not really that gross to me, maybe ‘cause it’s Gyro. It looks soft… real soft. I wanna touch it but I know I can’t, so instead I settle for checking out underneath.
His balls look kinda small. Not really small, but they’re not heavy I guess. They don’t look like they hang uncomfortably but right now they’re kinda lopsided from the way Gyro’s laying.
I can’t help it. I move my arm so it’s comfortable under my head and I get a little closer. I’m sure he can feel my breath on him now ‘cause I can’t hold it any longer. I glance up but his stomach just heaves out slowly with even breaths. Gyro’s still asleep. I don’t know what propels me to do so but I place one hand on his hip and lean forward, kissing just to the right of his bellybutton. I’m so scared I look up again, but he’s still asleep.
God, I want to feel him so bad. I want him to want me like this but I know it ain’t possible. I’m not even sure of my own feelings. Except that this is wrong and I shouldn’t do it, but I can smell his sweat, especially down here where it’s all warm and I kiss his stomach again, then lower, just above the base of it. Through the hairs and all. They feel a little thick and wiry but I don’t even care. I want it so much I dig my nose in it, I’m nuzzling his goddamn pubic hair like it’s a warm blanket in the morning when I’m trying to go back to sleep.
I muffle the sound that wants to come out of my mouth and squeeze Gyro’s hip. My eyes are closed but they snap back open ‘cause I think I squeezed too hard. I look up again but Gyro’s in the same position. His breathing hasn’t changed at all.
My beanie is coming off but whatever, I’ll put it back on later anyways. I’m not sure how far this is gonna go. I think I’ll probably chicken out and go back to my spot across the fire but… but I don’t. My face gets closer to it. I kiss a little further down into the crease of his thigh. God, his thighs are big, too. They’re muscular but soft and for a second I’m jealous. I want beautiful legs like this, I want strong legs. I close my eyes again and listen to the silence. Partially ‘cause I’m not guarding us with my eyes, so I try to listen and gauge if anything sounds out of place. Nothing does.
But mostly I listen because I need the silence to remind me that I’m fine. I’m here with Gyro, even if he doesn’t feel the same, I’m here with him and I can do anything. I’ve gotten further in life just during this race than ever before.
So it’s okay that my feet are lame. I kiss his hairy thighs, both of ‘em, my nose brushing over his shaft when I switch sides. I look up again but I’m not as afraid this time. Gyro hums but doesn’t move and his chest and stomach puff out just the same when he breathes.
It’s calming. Even though my heart’s still beating really fast… ‘cause I don’t want Gyro to hate me if he wakes up.
I can’t stop, though. His cock is getting hard now and that’s not helping. I nuzzle him some more above the base, inhaling the musk, and I kiss him again. I kiss his body slowly, my breath shaky ‘cause I’m so damn nervous, I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m kissing Gyro’s cock because—because I want to. My eyes are closed but I don’t wanna open ‘em up and check again. I figure he’ll be punching me as soon as he wakes, anyway. I don’t need to constantly check.
I… I’ve had it done to me before, but I’ve never done it—obviously. Something makes me want to try though, so I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I lick downward, starting at the base, breathing hotly on him, and god I’m clenching my eyes shut ‘cause I’m sure he’s awake now and I’m about to be socked so hard.
Gyro hums a little louder so I pull back and move my hand off him. I lean up and stare at his face but he’s still not awake. Damn, I wish I could sleep as easy as him, honestly.
But I got ahead of myself. I try to calm down a bit and lean back on my arm but I don’t touch him with my mouth again. Instead I stroke up and down his leg through the coarse hairs, though he gave me a start when he grunted and moved onto his back. Yet, Gyro remains dead to the world. I sigh ‘cause I know it’ll be a long night no matter what but I keep rubbing up and down his thigh, getting closer to the softer inner part. There’s some patches that don’t have any hair and I poke ‘em with my finger. It’s cute.
Shit, he’s getting stiffer though, and I want to touch it so bad. I lay my cheek on my arm and bring my hand closer… closer… ghosting touches over the thicker pubic hairs and pressing down slightly on the firmer skin below his bellybutton. Gyro moans softly and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, I gotta shift my hips best I can ‘cause I’m getting hard too. It’s so long and a little bit thick too… I can’t help it… I grab him gently around the base ‘cause I always hated it when girls grabbed my dick too hard, so I figure Gyro wouldn’t like it either. I rub the protruding lump—not really lump, but it sticks out a bit, on the underside at the base, and I use my thumb to press on it and Gyro moans again and dammit, why does it sound so good? My breath hitches and I start to stroke him, real slow, all the way from base to tip. It’s still a little soft but only takes a few pumps to get him solid. He sighs a little louder and I have to look up because it’s a goddamn habit even though he’s gonna kill me for this no matter what.
His eyebrows—they’re so dark and gorgeous, they complement his skin and hair so well—but what do I know? I never look at dudes like that, except Gyro. He’s so fucking beautiful I can’t help but stare at how those dark eyebrows are scrunched up. He’s feeling good. I know he is. I’ve got him in my hand and I can feel it, too.
I wrap my four fingers around him and stroke up to the tip. I only use my thumb when I get to the head, rubbing it over where the slit reveals itself. Something else comes out of his mouth, like a whine or something and fuck, it’s hot. I try to press closer but my pants are in the way and my cock is barely touching his thigh. And my fucking legs ain’t helping so I can’t hump him like I want to.
I make do with what I can, anyway. I stroke him a little faster. I can hear how his breathing changes, it’s getting faster now, and the soft groans in-between are making me sweat because I want to make him cum so badly. I want him to know that it was me making him feel good but I know—I know if he just sleeps through it, it’s for the best.
“Nngh, Johnny…?”
I freeze. Completely. I look up again and his eyebrows are still scrunched but he’s not awake. At least I don’t think so… he’s breathing harder. I wait at least a whole minute before I do something stupid again.
I grab him a little rougher at the base and bend my head down to take the tip into my mouth. It tastes weird, a lot like sweat but I expected that, and it’s kinda salty but it’s making me horny—just the thought of what I’m doing is a turn on. Gyro’s dead asleep and I’ve got the head of his cock in my mouth, lathering it in my spit with my tongue ‘cause I want to believe it’s mine now. I bob my head but only a little ‘cause I don’t think I can take too much in. I move my hand lower to cup his balls and roll them in my palm—his hips jerk, and I have to pull away ‘cause I don’t want to accidentally bite him or something.
Gyro’s leaning up on his elbows and there’s still sleep in his eyes ‘cause they’re not open all the way. He looks confused and mumbles, “Johnny?” before he lays back down. His breathing is pretty heavy now but I can’t stop. I put my mouth on him again and I take more in, sloppily licking up and down all the sides. He seems to like it when I lick up the underside the most. I don’t really know what I’m doing but Gyro tastes so good that I’m hungry for more. I twist my head as I bob down and use my tongue more on the tip, swiping over the slit and swirling around the head before I take him in again as deep as I can. He’s moaning more now, louder, and he’s gasping quite a bit too. I hum around him and he jerks up again but this time I hold my place even though it goes further down my throat and gags me.
“Jo—Johnny, what the—“
I hollow my cheeks a bit. I always liked when girls did that. Gyro does, too, if his broken voiced moan is any indication.
“What—what are you—doing?” he gasps out. He’s halfway sat up now, at least I’m guessing he is by the way his body’s bent, but I just close my eyes again and hope he doesn’t make me accidentally bite his dick off when he shoves me away.
But that moment never comes, he just keeps breathing through his mouth and moaning. I try to take him further down my throat and gag again but the sound he makes is delicious and worth it and then his hand is in my hair and I’m confused ‘cause I don’t know what’s gonna happen next.
He whines desperately. I move faster ‘cause I can’t believe this is happening. Is Gyro still asleep? Is he like, a sleep-walker or something?
He pushes my head down more and I gag again. Nope, can’t be that, I think, even though I can’t exactly look and see for myself.
My fingers dig deeper into his hip and I haul myself over his thighs. The sleeping bag is thrown off the rest of his legs and he’s running his long fingers through my hair. It sends a rush of shivers down my spine. God. Gyro tastes so good and his cock is all wet in my saliva. It’s so overwhelming that I barely hear it when he says—when he moans—
“Ah! Johnny…”
I whimper and the vibration of my voice sends him over the edge. He holds my head down as he cums straight down my throat and I’m coughing and choking on his cock but it’s okay. It dribbles out of my mouth but I swallow what I can, pulling off before I accidentally bite down or something. Dunno why I’m so afraid that I will but I don’t want to damage Gyro’s amazing long cock and make him hate me even more than he’ll hate me now.
I just let my body fall on the side. My arms tuck in closer ‘cause I’m afraid to face him. But Gyro’s just trying to catch his breath and he doesn’t say anything for a few minutes. When he’s calmed down he lays back down and his breathing slows down a lot.
I blink stupidly. Did he just fall back asleep? Right after that? I chuckle a little ‘cause it just seems so Gyro to do, but the guilt sets in soon after. I’m a horrible person. I just violated the best thing that’s happened to me, ‘cause, well. Without Gyro I wouldn’t be anywhere right now.
My body jerks a little when I feel fingers tapping my shoulder. It’s such a gentle touch that I don’t really feel it, it’s slowly repetitive. I look up but Gyro’s still laying on his back and his eyes are closed. He pinches the fabric of my shirt between his fingers and tugs it a little bit, and even though I’m scared, I crawl up closer to his face.
“Johnny, what,” he mumbles. “The hell… I’m so…”
He yawns really big and it’s adorable. But I’m suddenly aware of the taste of cum in my mouth. It’s too bitter—I didn’t mind the salty taste, but what if he wants to kiss me? No—why would he?
“Johnny…”
God, I could get used to the way he says my name. The way it sounds when he’s moaning it is still fresh in my mind and I keep it there ‘cause I never want to forget it.
He feels around for a minute on the dirt and then when he finds me, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer, turning his head to nuzzle my cheek. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing as red as a beet, but when he sighs I know he’s still asleep.
Mostly.
“Johnny,” he mumbles again. “Nnh… tomorrow,” he adds. Another big yawn. Fuck, he’s so cute when he’s asleep, or just sleepy. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t resist him. “Tomorrow,” he continues, “tomorrow I’ll get you back… God, what the fuck was that?”
He’s a bit more awake now. I can only tell ‘cause he cursed and his eyes are opening. I’m just thinking, shit, I’m fucking dead now. But he squeezes me again and sighs long and low.
“Seriously, Johnny,” he grumbles. He turns his head back toward the stars and eyes a constellation or something for a minute. “The fuck was that? Jesus, Johnny.”
I just shrug. But I’m smiling and I laugh a little.
“I’m gonna hold you to that tomorrow,” I say.
“I know,” he says.