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"You own a dog."
Gyro shook his head and Johnny groaned as he took the bottle back from him, the liquor sloshing as they made the clumsy exchange. Gyro hummed, leaning forward on the bed to rest his hand on his chin. He stared intently at Johnny, his lips puckering out as he thought. Johnny looked levelly back at him from across the rickety motel bed, trying his best to appear inscrutable.
"You and your folks don't have a good relationship."
Johnny tipped the bottle at Gyro before putting his mouth around the neck and taking a deep drink. He grimaced as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Right again, but that one's kinda low hanging fruit."
Gyro smiled, the gold of his teeth glinting. "At this rate you'll finish the bottle yourself."
"You're the one who wanted to play." Johnny retorted, handing the bottle back to Gyro.
"Nyoho~ How was I supposed to know you'd be so bad at it?"
Johnny leaned the side of his head against the headboard, pulling his legs close to his body as he frowned at Gyro. "I'm not good with these things. You should give me a few tries in a row."
Gyro seemed all for the idea, straightening his back as if getting ready for an important quiz. "Give me your best shot. 5 guesses in a row!"
Throughout the duration of the game, Johnny had only managed to get Gyro to drink twice. Even with that, Gyro's cheeks were ruddy from the liquor, though his eyes were still clear. Johnny had been pegged on every turn, and as a result the room was pleasantly lagging and his thoughts were a little slow to come. Maybe he was just easy to read, or maybe Gyro was just good at guessing. He never considered himself to be one who wore his heart on his sleeve, so he assumed it was the latter. Gyro on the other hand was a complete enigma to him. He never talked about his life before the race, what he liked, what he did. Johnny hadn't realized how little he knew the man in front of him until they had started this silly drinking game. He had never stopped to appreciate just how much of a contradiction the man was. He looked intimidating with his tall, proud stature, yet he couldn't go to sleep without his small tattered teddy with him. When he surveyed the land ahead of them, his brow would furrow and his eyes would take on a clever sheen and Johnny could practically hear his brain working out the best route. But that sheen could leave in a blink to fall into the familiar mischievous glimmer as he would crack a stupid joke. He had a mouth like a sailor yet had the most full heart. He was smart beyond his years, yet still held onto childlike naivety. He was just so Gyro, and Johnny couldn't unravel the complex puzzle that he was.
"Lessee..." Johnny maneuvered his limp legs into a criss-cross before leaning forward on his knees, trying to keep his thoughts in order. He needed to infer by what he could see, and what he already knew. The first thing that popped into his head was their first meeting, how Gyro had wanted to go it alone. He seemed independent, but that also seemed like low hanging fruit. How about...
"You're dominant." Johnny jabbed a finger at him. "I'm right, huh?"
"By dominant, do you mean like...." Gyro's hand rolled in the air as if he were trying to reel in the word from Johnny, but the line came up empty. His hand fell down and he arched an eyebrow. "Sexually, or...?"
Johnny shrugged and puckered his lips in exaggerated nonchalance. "Take it as you will."
Gyro matched Johnny's expression. "Hmmm. Well in that case--" He took a swig from the bottle.
Johnny was grateful that his cheeks were already warm, because heat definitely flooded them at that. But now that he had dumbly stumbled into this territory, he couldn't help but toe at it a little more...
"You've slept with a man before."
Gyro grinned and took another, deeper drink. Johnny stared at him dumbfoundedly.
"What, really?"
Gyro loudly popped his mouth from the stem of the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still smiling. "Course I have. We sleep next to each other almost every night!"
"Gah, you bastard--!" Johnny leaned over to smack the man, but nearly face planted on the mattress. Oops, he was way more drunk than he had thought. He straightened up as Gyro peeled off his signature laugh. "You knew what I meant!"
"Nope." Gyro puffed out his chest and lifted his nose. "You gotta be more specific with your questions, pal."
"Fine." Johnny settled his elbows back onto his knees. "If that's how you wanna be...Have you ever fucked a man, or been fucked by one?"
The bubbly, light-hearted atmosphere drained from the room and left them in tense silence. Gyro fingered the mouth of the bottle, but pointedly kept it between his legs.
"Alright." Johnny didn't mean to say it on a whisper, but it felt almost taboo to talk any louder right then. He licked his dry lips and Gyro met his eyes just then, adding even more weight to his next question. "You ever thought about it?"
Gyro's smile had fallen somewhat, and but the fire behind it was still there. It looked almost challenging. "You gotta be specific, remember?"
Johnny's stomach seemed to lift against his lungs, making it hard to catch his breath. It was like Gyro wanted to hear him say it.
"Have you thought about fucking a guy?"
The bottle came up and Gyro took two large gulps, his adam's apple bobbing. When he put it down again, his thick lashes fell against his cheeks before fluttering open. His eyes locked onto Johnny with a peculiar heat.
He scooted closer on the bed, his knees knocking into Johnny. "Woo, I'm starting to feel it."
Johnny looked at the way they were touching, wishing he could feel it. "Yeah. Me too."
"Two more guesses."
The liquored smell of Gyro's breath drew his gaze back up, and only then did he realize just how close they were. Johnny wasn't an idiot-- he knew that it was definitely intentional, and the look in Gyro's lidded eyes was one he had seen from girls plenty of times back in his heyday. It felt different this time though. This wasn't gonna be some dirty one night stand. That fact made it all the more daunting, and exciting.
"You..." He swallowed, finding their close proximity intimidating. Wow, Gyro was impossibly pretty up close. Even with his chapped lips and bloodshot eyes, he was prettier than any of the dolled up girls he had known. "You've thought about fucking me."
Gyro only stared at him. The pleasant buzzing in his head quieted down in the stark quiet, the humiliation of what he had said sobering him just enough to feel embarrassment. The fact that Gyro was staring (glaring?) at him and not making a move to lift the bottle told him that he had read too much into the situation. Booze tended to do that to a person.
Johnny straightened up and gave a grin that he hoped was convincing. "Just kidding."
His mind was racing to find a way to clear the tense air and he had settled on the 'I'm tired, let's go to bed' route, but then Gyro brought the whisky to his lips. His tongue melded to the mouth of the bottle before he took one small swig. Johnny waited for Gyro to smile and return the 'just kidding', but instead the man leaned forward and locked him in a sloppy kiss.
The awkwardness that accompanied any first kiss only lasted a split second before they grabbed one another and deepened it. The only way Johnny could describe it would be torrential-- every press and lick and tug seemed to escalate the situation, to the point that Gyro had him pinned against the bed and they were both light-headed from lack of air.
"Johnny," Gyro's body rocked against him, and he knew he was grinding against his waist. "I've wanted--"
He didn't have to finish what he was saying for Johnny to understand. "Me too," He grabbed two loose fistfuls of Gyro's long hair and pulled him closer, "Me too."
Gyro practically melted against him, his full weight pressed against Johnny's slighter frame as their kissing lost it's desperate edge and moved into indulgence. Johnny was more than content to stay like this all night, making out and lazily groping. The sheer happiness he felt along with the alcohol in his system was nearly lulling him to sleep-- he closed his eyes and relaxed under Gyro as his tongue languidly rolled and prodded.
"F-fuck--" Gyro pressed more firmly against him and buried his face against Johnny's neck as his breathing hitched and faltered.
His first thought was that something was wrong, but then Gyro was whining, each long-winded noise blowing over and dampening his skin. The bed rocked roughly, enough to have the worn headboard knock against the wall again and again.
Johnny knew that a laugh would deeply wound Gyro's ego, so he settled for grinning up at the ceiling, his arms clinging encouragingly to the man as he let himself be used.
Gyro gradually came to a stop, his hot breaths slowly falling into a natural cadence. He rested his head against Johnny's chest and let out a shuddering exhale as Johnny brushed his fingers through his hair.
"Okay, so two things."
Johnny gently untangled a swatch of hair, curious as to where this was going. "Sure."
"One. I did, in fact, just cum."
Johnny couldn't hold back a snort at that. "Yeah, I figured."
"Alright, good. Now keep that in mind when I tell you this next thing."
Johnny furrowed his brow. "...Okay?"
"Alright. So don't be embarrassed, but you might have pissed on me."
"W-what!"
Johnny pushed against Gyro as he made to sit up, and Gyro pulled back just enough to let him raise up on his arms.
"It's okay!" Gyro cupped the side of his face and tried to meet his eyes. "It's totally fine, Johnny! You had a lot to drink--"
"Oh god," Johnny shoved Gyro's chest until the man was forced completely off of him, and he noticed the front of both of their pants were absolutely soaked. "Jesus--"
His cheeks were absolutely burning as he drug himself into a sitting position and placed a hand over his wet groin-- not that it did any good. Gyro settled next to him, a sheepish look across his face.
"It's really okay, Johnny..."
"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Johnny groaned and tugged his shirt down.
"Well because, I was--" Gyro floundered with his words as he scooted closer. "When you...that's when I--"
Johnny stared dumbly at Gyro's desperate face as he pieced together what the man was trying to say.
"...Did you get off because I pissed myself?"
"Maybe."
Johnny groaned again, but only because he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to respond to that.
"Listen--" Gyro put a finger up matter-of-factly, "You have to think of it from my point of view. Here I am, all worked up, and then suddenly my dick gets all hot and wet--"
"That's disgusting!"
"Johnny, it felt so good." Gyro was climbing back on him, spreading his legs to straddle his lap. The motion put the front of Gyro's pants fully on display, and Johnny could see how they clung to him, showing a clear outline of his erection under the darkened fabric. Was he really still hard? "I could feel your cock twitching as you pissed, I could fucking feel it coming out of you, fuck--"
Gyro was really getting off by just describing what had just happened. Johnny wanted to be embarrassed-- mad even-- but Gyro just made it so difficult. He gripped Gyro's hips as the man began rutting again, this time against his stomach. Like this, Johnny could feel just how hard Gyro was, could feel the swollen heat of it as a mixture of cum and piss seeped into the bottom of his shirt.
"Y...you really liked it that much, huh?" As weird as it was, Johnny could feel himself slowly losing himself in Gyro's own excitement. And having Gyro tremble and stiffen at his words only helped egg him on. "Maybe next time I'll piss inside of you, would you like that?"
"Fill me," Gyro was damn near riding him now, his little bounces making the bed squeak and shake. "Fill me, Johnnyyy--"
"Maybe I'll piss in that pretty mouth," It was such a taboo thought that Johnny's body broke out in chills. He didn't know where the fuck the idea had come from, but now that it was out in the open, his body was absolutely burning with the fantasy. His ranting escalated along with Gyro's desperation, both of them panting and gasping "Make you suck me off as I piss in your fucking mouth, ahn, Gyro--"
Gyro let out a broken sob as his body jerked and stilled once again. Johnny quickly slid a hand between them and jacked Gyro off through his soaked pants, loving the way he could feel his erection spasming and jumping under his fingers. He wished they were naked so he could see Gyro's cock shooting all messy and wet, but there was always next time.
"Jeeeeesus." Gyro's body jumped and shuddered before collapsing against him, completely and utterly spent. "That was..."
Johnny laughed and wrapped his arms around Gyro, letting the man catch his breath. "Do you always cum so quickly?"
"I'm backed up." Gyro grumbled, burying his head in the crook of Johnny's neck, his long hair tickling him.
Personally, Johnny thought it was cute. Sexy, even. Still, it was fun to tease him.
"Sure."
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being sensitive!" Gyro pulled back and glared at him, but there was obviously no malice in it.
Johnny laughed again and locked him into another kiss.
Gyro really was an interesting guy.