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Victory was sweet.
Victory was also almost enough to reinvigorate them, to groom the raw nerves of their desperate hearts, but, as it turned out, it wasn't enough to heal their wounds.
Gyro was generally okay, he had easily closed the wounds of his arms caused by the satellites of Wekapipo's balls, with the zombie horse thread.
A few drops of whiskey on them and he was as good as new.
That's how it looked to Johnny at least. Gyro had some real talent with healing the both of them, and it was always fascinating to watch him tend to his own wounds.
Well, in fact, Johnny loved watching him. He was really charming, even had a certain sex appeal, like this, shirtless and covered in bruises and…
He shook his head.
Even without them talking about it, Johnny had guessed Gyro had been some kind of healer, maybe something related to his executioner position.
"Okay now, let me check you up." Gyro said, standing up from one of the beds where he was sitting. He took off his hat, his scarf and his coat, before walking up to the club chair Johnny was installed in, absent-mindedly moving his feet in slow motions.
Since Johnny had the corpse' legs, his own had been really responsive. They'd wonder about it during their whole ride to the hotel, deciding they would celebrate this as well as their win with a big feast tonight.
The end of the race was near, and they had managed to stay reasonable with their budget up till now, they could afford it.
Hence why they were in a cozy little room with two small beds and a jointed room with a light brown curtain behind which was a copper bathtub.
Bathing in warm water was a luxury during the race.
Gyro knelt in front of Johnny and started palpating his calves, his knees. "Any sensations? Does it hurt?"
Johnny snorted, "You start sounding like a real doc."
He watched as Gyro's fingers slowly pressed and drew his legs, feeling a blush creep on his cheeks. It felt good, and really meant Johnny had sensations back.
But Johnny tensed and hissed as Gyro pressed somewhere on his thigh and it hurt, bad.
It was a first, since Johnny's accident.
"Oh, fuck… I felt that… It hurt like a bitch!" Johnny exclaimed, surprised.
Gyro pulled his hand away and saw blood on his fingers.
"Yeah, felt deep. And there's something inside, too. I'll have to operate. We don't want your nerves to be damaged when you're having feelings again." He looked up and asked, "You should think about re-education too. I could help you with that during what's left of the race."
Johnny frowned. "Like you'd know how to do that."
Gyro laughed and stood up, taking off a few layers of his clothes and grabbing their first-aid kit, before he came back.
"Of course I would, I'm a surgeon, you know."
Johnny's eyes widened.
He sat up, dragging himself further into the chair, and bringing his legs up to him, wrapping his arms around them.
"You never told me."
"You never asked. What are you doing?" Gyro answered, cocking his eyebrow.
"I'm fine, don't need you to do shit." Johnny groaned, and he really looked like an offended cat.
Gyro frowned as he walked up to Johnny and knelt in front of him.
"Don't be an idiot. You need treatment, now more than ever, if we want to preserve your legs."
"Fuck off." Johnny whispered, and Gyro noted his breath was quicker than earlier.
Gyro sat back, putting some distance between them. "All right, what's going on?" He asked, worry painted on his face.
Johnny was feeling anxiety swell in the pit of his chest, and it was even more devastating that the one causing it was the one he considered like his best friend, by now.
How could Gyro omit such information to Johnny? Did he do it on purpose?!
Of course, Johnny never told Gyro what happened to him, or at least never in detail.
Around a fire, one night, Johnny had told him about the shot, about how he went from famous to everything lost.
But Gyro hadn't heard about what happened after the shot.
Johnny's gaze slid away, and his arms tightened around his legs. He felt betrayed.
He buried his face against his knees, but the position was starting to hurt.
The wound was probably as serious as Gyro made it seem.
"I hate doctors. I hate them."
Gyro let out a noncommittal noise, "Many people do, especially religious people."
"It's not like that!" Johnny hissed, and he let his legs slide down slowly. "I thought you were some country doctor who gave headaches remedies to people. Not that you were one of those sons of bitches that butcher innocent people."
Gyro's eyes widened, and he raised a hand, "What, wait, what? You know surgeons are healing, dare I say fixing people, right?"
"Sure" Johnny snorted, "Says you, a surgeon, that butchers people. My surgeon didn't really fix me, did he?"
Gyro frowned and raised a hand to rub his nape. He could feel a headache forming in the back of his skull.
"I'm sure they tried their hardest to heal your wound. Your nerves were probably severed, Johnny. Not everyone could have saved it, we're still making progress in the medical field you know?"
Johnny looked away.
"It's not just that. And besides, you were the one to tell me they botched it, that my scar could've looked better."
Gyro shook his head. "Not every surgeon has the same level of dexterity, doesn't mean yours didn't do their best."
"They did anything but their best, or I wouldn't have gone through so much shit." Johnny mumbled.
"They tried to help you!" Gyro shouted, slightly offended by what Johnny was implying.
"They did anything but help!"
"How can you say that when you're alive?"
"I'm as good as dead, because of them."
"You're exaggerating."
"I'm not, they destroyed me!"
"Not everyone is out there to get you!" Gyro exploded.
"You don't understand!" Johnny yelled, suddenly standing up, before his legs wobbled and he fell down on the ground. He howled in pain, but the moment Gyro tried to approach, he made his nails spin threateningly. "Don't come closer. You… You're just like them. You, you're saying I'm lying, that I made it all up!" Johnny whimpered in distress, his eyes shining with repressed tears.
Gyro stilled.
This wasn't just about his scar.
"Johnny… What happened to you?"
Johnny looked like he wasn't going to talk, but Gyro needed to treat his wound, as soon as possible.
What was he supposed to do?
"Let me help you. I only want to help you, I promise. You know you can trust me. If not me as a surgeon, at least let me help you as a friend."
Johnny sighed, deeply. He let his head fall forward, a small sniff coming out of him. "Bloody Hell…" He hissed, and then sat up, a look of determination and challenge burning in his eyes.
"Fine. But you do one dubious move and I'll kill you."
Gyro didn't hesitate. He crawled closer, and took everything he needed out of his kit.
"I'm gonna need you to take off your pants." He said quickly, "Or I'll have to cut them around the wound."
Johnny tensed, but he ended up nodding and slowly taking his pants off. His shoes were long gone - he'd wanted to feel the wood and the carpet on the floor. "Gonna hurt?" he asked, voice broken.
"No, I'm gonna use my steel balls to induce an anesthetic effect in your thigh. It might trigger a few responses if I brush your nerves, but that's it."
Johnny was visibly trying to relax, but he was scared, to say the least. His thighs were slightly trembling.
He couldn't operate in this situation. Johnny needed to feel safe, and Gyro needed him to feel safe. "Back in Italy, there was this woman, she came in completely bruised and beat up, her eye so bashed up we weren't sure she could ever see again."
He grabbed one of his balls, and he made it spin, before he held it out to Johnny. Johnny took it and watched it spin in his own palm. He could feel Gyro's rotation travel in his body warmly.
"As soon as she got in, we knew, Mother and I, that she was beaten by her husband. We knew the gal. Mother was devastated for her, but the orders were clear. If the nerve was severed, we shouldn't try to fix it, because we could cause her way worse damages."
Gyro took out his second steel ball and made it turn again, before he approached, slowly, from Johnny, only to press the ball against his thigh. Johnny had tensed at first, but then he relaxed, as the pain in his leg completely vanished. He ceased to shake, too. Good, Gyro thought.
"We treated her, and I scanned her head with my very special technique…" He stuck his chest out a bit proudly. "And I saw the severed nerve. Against Mother's warning, I decided to try everything I could to save her eye. And I did, but I couldn't save her sight. I failed."
His chest deflated, and he sighed, grabbing what he needed to clean the wound. Some whiskey too. He quickly disinfected his hands and his tools with it.
Johnny was chewing on his lower lip. "Go on."
Gyro took that as an invitation to start treating his wound as well as continuing with his story. So he did, under the scrutiny of the younger one.
"When she woke up, I came to test her sight. It was null, I didn't help. I hit the wall so hard, frustrated, because I came to learn this lady had no one left, and it's all I could ever do for her. She asked me why I was so angry at… And then she told me she'd lost her sight a long time ago. The guy had almost killed her so many times before, but she finally felt healthy after I took care of her. She told me she'd never thought someone would ever care for her ever again, but that I prove her wrong."
He looked up, frowning slightly. "It was Wekapipo' sister." Gyro said, before he grabbed a tweezers, and he focused on taking out sharp rocks that had lodged themselves deep in Johnny's wound. He managed to take them all out without even brushing Johnny's nerves. He felt good about this. He was going to heal Johnny nicely.
"I'm not telling you this because I want you to find me amazing, even if I am." He smirked, and Johnny clicked his tongue against his palate. "But I believe some of us really want to help people, we're the good guys. Though I can definitely believe some people in the medical field aren't."
As he was cleaning the wound again, something strange happened.
The wound started closing, slowly healing itself.
Gyro was frowning, letting go of Johnny's thigh.
"Woah. Is that the corpse?" He asked, looking up, as Johnny seemed lost in thoughts.
The younger man looked down and cocked an eyebrow. "Either that or you're that good."
Gyro chuckled. "Don't stroke my ego too much, it's already big enough. It probably couldn't heal you before because the rocks stuck inside kept damaging your flesh and muscles."
He paused, and looked at Johnny.
"Wanna talk before I keep examining you?"
Johnny looked away, avoiding Gyro's eyes.
"We don't have to, but I mean, this will surely happen again. I want you to trust me. I… I need you to trust me."
"I trust you-"
"Entirely." Gyro insisted.
"Fine." Johnny groaned. "So you wanna know. I guess the operation went fine, but the moment I woke up…"
Johnny bit his lips. It was clear Gyro wanted to know, but Johnny was scared of what Gyro would think of him if he ever told him the truth.
Though, if there was one person Johnny wanted to tell about this, it was Gyro.
"It ain't no funny time. Don't go pitying me."
Gyro shook his head.
"Fine, I woke up in this bed, the first thing I felt was pain, so much pain. I yelled for help, and all I could hear were people yelling back. I was stocked with people left here to die of cholera or the plague. The second thing that hit me was the smell. I… I'll remember forever. It smelled of Death, despair, and my own shit. I was bathing in it."
Johnny looked away, pale.
Gyro was surprised. He knew clinics with low income existed and had no means to treat their patients as comfortably as his could, but Johnny was well known by then, had money. How could he end up in such a place?
Surely he had people who cared for him, right?
Come to think of it, Johnny came into the race ready to die, with nothing to lose - those were the words he spat to Gyro their first night.
Gyro had thought it was as cool as it was pathetic, but now, it all started to make sense.
"A nurse came in, a huge… Man… He looked filthy, looked like he hadn't cleaned his hands in a while. He came 'round laughing, telling me that I should try and change my diapers myself. He lowered the dose of my painkillers. I thought I would die. I wish I'd die, back then, the moment the pain was so unbearable I passed out. It was a relief, each time, to pass out, but each time I would wake up was yet another nightmare."
At this point, Johnny's voice was broken, raspy with how hard it seemed to talk about this, to have to go through the memories yet again. Gyro felt sorry, but he also felt anger.
"It soon wasn't just this man. It was all of them, the nurses, and the doctors. This doctor came in and kept telling me about what a shame I'd brought upon my family and how I probably deserved all of this. A guy was supposed to take care of my re education, and he was so rough, it hurt, everytime, I felt worse and worse after he handled me. And, he probably was so sure I couldn't feel a thing - I couldn't at first, but somehow my body kept healing and I could feel some, down there."
Johnny gulped audibly. He was pale, but a very disagreeable redness started spreading on his neck.
"So I sure felt when his hands, his, his filthy fingers… Were working places they shouldn't be touching. Y'know what I mean. This filthy…"
He stopped himself and brought a shaky hand to his face.
"They did things to me while I was asleep. Or rather, knocked out. They took my blood, so much of it, it took me months to heal instead of weeks. They… They put things inside me, not helpful things. I could feel it every time I woke up. And the women… The women kept mocking me. They kept telling me my girlfriend was being fucked by many guys while I was rotting there, because nobody cared about me, and I guess they were right… Nothing hurt more than realizing they were right. Nobody came to visit me, nobody. Sometimes they'd undress me and mock me because I couldn't work anymore, like a normal man. They'd…"
His voice broke, and Johnny hid his face in his arm. "They kept telling me I'd never be able to be a real man anymore, that they should cut it off, that I was a shame, that I was useless, as good as a woman myself. This one nurse, an older woman, she would sit on me and try to get me off against my will. When I couldn't, she'd beat me, down there."
Johnny sobbed. Gyro felt sick. He wanted to tell him that he got it now, that he understood, that he was going to show up to that clinic after the race to erase these people from existence, reach out to his family and have a word with them about how they abandoned him to such a fate, but Johnny needed to get it all out, now that the dam broke.
"It hurt so bad… It would be enough to make me pass out. To the point where I would hope for it to happen. Because at some point my body managed to react again. And… And I think that's where I went from purgatory to real Hell. I won't get into the details but the women… Ugh…"
Johnny lurched forward, pressing hands against his mouth. Gyro crawled forward, and didn't hesitate before he wrapped his arms around Johnny.
"Breathe. You're here, in that hotel room, with me, the weird Italian with his amazing jokes, and we're about to win the biggest race of all times."
Johnny stayed still for a few, long seconds, before he broke down into silent tears, and wrapped his arms around Gyro, to grip him like he was a life preserver.
Gyro slid his fingers in his hair, pushing his beanie off of his head to pet his head gently.
"I'm… I'm so sorry Johnny. Everything you went through… It's awful, and it's very real, I'm so sorry that I seemed like I doubted you. You're so brave to have managed to let me heal you like you did-"
"Don't…" Johnny hit his shoulder, in a firm slap. "Don't pity me. I'm not brave." He groaned.
"I think you are, and it's not pity. I admire you. For going through all this and still standing up, huh, I mean, still being there, argh…"
Johnny pushed him slightly, eyebrow cocked, and a smirk on his lips, as if his face wasn't covered in tears and snot. "You really are the worst, aren't ya."
Gyro's face drooped, and his lower lip was pouting. "I may be the worst, but I'm sincere. I… I'm really sorry you went through all this." he rubbed his nape, sitting back on the floor. "I had no idea such a lack of ethic could exist, especially to this extent, but now that I'm aware of it, I will fight against it. Never again shall this happen. Not to you, not to anyone."
Johnny inhaled deeply, before he exhaled and rubbed his sleeve against his face.
"I think… I think the worst in all of this is how they still managed to heal me eventually, and how… My body would be responsive when I didn't want it too, and how good I felt knowing I would be in so much pain that I would just fade off. I was so sure I was a freak, back then. Even now… Even now, I have no idea if I ever could go back to normal. I… I don't even know if I can let anyone touch me." He looked down, an unwelcome blush creeping back on his cheeks. The truth was, he'd wanted it, had wanted to feel a loving touch once again, and craved it from someone he trusted. His eyes looked up to Gyro, lost. Gyro gave him all of that in just a few seconds.
Gyro immediately looked at his hands.
"I never really asked you before I touched you, did I…"
"I never really felt like you needed to." Johnny whispered. He frowned, seemingly thinking hard. "You know, I… I trust you." He looked away, embarrassed by his own thoughts. "I just don't think I could ever trust any other doctors, now. Maybe with time. But you can dream to ever see me back into a clinic."
"Let's keep you out of it then." Gyro said, and hesitantly crawled a few feet away. Now that Johnny had opened his heart to him, he wanted to make him feel better, maybe even try to find back some confidence. "You want me to teach you how to examine yourself?"
Johnny looked at Gyro for a long time. He seemed to be taking the offer very seriously.
"Yeah. I'd like that. Gonna show me on yourself?"
"If you want to. You know… I think the best way to start healing is by trying to make peace with yourself. With… Your body. Maybe… Maybe this could help you. It probably craves the touch, even if it's not that kind of touch. It can be, of course, nothing wrong with that. But, we could try to have you feel things again, feel good things that you want and decide to have."
Johnny felt his cheeks redden. After years of being so sure nobody would ever desire him again, after being sure people couldn't want him, he never thought about doing it himself. He nodded.
"If… If we do it together, it's okay. If you want to, I mean."
Could Gyro want this too? Would Gyro ever want him that way? It seemed impossible but he couldn't act like he'd never caught his gaze before, like he never felt that tension between them. He wondered if Gyro could even want him after everything he told him.
"I won't let you down." Gyro swore, and this was more than just about teaching him how to palpate himself. He could feel there was more to it.
"Let's start with the head." Gyro offered. He slipped his fingers in his hair, and started pressing his fingers against his scalp. "Press slowly, take your time to feel everything. You don't want to hurt yourself so be gentle too."
Johnny closed his eyes, but after a few seconds, they fluttered open, and he seemed to focus on trying to keep them open.
Gyro chuckled, "You can close your eyes, it helps focusing."
So Johnny did. Gyro was barely focusing on himself, gauging each and every one of Johnny's reactions.
"Now the neck. You can take time to feel your pulse. You should tell if it's even or not."
"It's kinda fast…" Johnny mumbled, fingers pressed against the pulsing veins of his neck.
Gyro smiled, "It'll settle down, unless you give it a reason to keep beating so fast."
His voice was getting low, without him thinking about it. "Use your palms, like caresses, for bigger parts of your body. Don't forget to press your fingers against your skin to check for bruises."
Johnny hummed and let his hands fall on his shoulders. Gyro wondered if his star was feeling any different under his fingers.
"Can I take my top off?" Johnny asked, eyes a bit hazy as they opened.
"Sure things. Visual plays a lot too. Want me to turn around?" He offered, even though he wanted to see if Johnny had any bruises too.
"Nah, you saw me butt naked for months now." Johnny smirked and took his shirt off.
He threw it away and looked down, wincing when he saw a large red mark running down his side and back behind.
"Ugh. Jeez, it didn't hurt but now it does."
Gyro wanted to come closer and inspect. But he stayed still, watching as Johnny, in his underwear, was inspecting the rest of his front. He looked up, even if his face was down, sheepish. "Should I examine everything?" He insisted on the last word.
Gyro didn't want to risk making Johnny uneasy. Even with how he felt towards him for a while now. Not after everything he told him.
"I mean, you should. But you can use visuals only if you don't feel like palpating." Gyro said.
Johnny made a face, indecipherable, and he plunged his hand in his underwear, avoiding eye contact. So Gyro looked away too. It's not like any of them didn't want to watch, but it felt like the last, thin barrier between them.
"Man, I can feel everything. It's been a while." Johnny whispered, even sighed softly. He let his head fall back, his thighs twitching as he seemed to touch somewhere particularly sensitive. Gyro's gaze was immediately drawn back to him. Johnny truly had no idea how sexy he looked.
Johnny looked down, and his gaze caught Gyro's. He blushed, and kept his hand in his underwear a bit longer, his eyes shifting in an embarrassed fashion, before he took his hand out. "So… What now?" he whispered in a raspy voice
Gyro needed to occupy himself, to stop himself from growing obviously and painfully hard. He made quick work of examining himself over his shirt too, just raising his shirt enough to watch for bruises and small gushes.
"You can take it off too. Make us even. I'm literally naked here." Johnny murmured.
Gyro looked up, staying still for a while.
Johnny sighed. "Listen, this I don't want. Feels like pity, you walkin' on eggshells around me. Don't want none of it."
Gyro took a deep breath. "Sorry. I just, I don't want to make you reminisce about bad things."
Johnny shook his head. "I'm the one that is sorry, I, I didn't mean it when I said you're like them. But I meant it when I told you I trusted you. And I think… I trust you, completely."
They looked at each other for a while, before Gyro took his shirt off, following with his pants. He too was in his underwear now, and he opened his arms, in a stance that said 'See, equal now.'
But the atmosphere was slightly different now. The tension was high. Never had Gyro wanted to kiss someone so badly before.
"Turn around, we need to check on this bad boy right here." Gyro said, pointing at the redness on Johnny's right side.
"What about the legs?" Johnny asked as he slowly let himself fall down the club chair to sit on the ground, back facing Gyro.
Gyro winced. Johnny had a huge frostbite that had bitten his side, up to the middle of his back. Good thing they noticed it before it got infected.
"I checked them already, but usually when you examine yourself, you go from head to toe, to avoid unfortunate infection from dirty feet."
"Oh, ew." Johnny laughed, and let his fingers slid along his backsides, wincing at how the frostbite hurt. He seemed sheepish when his hand slid lower, embarrassed even, but he seemed confident. Johnny wanted more of Gyro's attention.
"I think I'm all good, except for this." He said as he leaned forward to grab his butt in a playful grope, before falling back on it. "Yep, all good."
Gyro chuckled and looked down in his first-aid kit. He took out a small pot of greasy ointment. "We'll have to wash it, put cream on it, and then keep it warm."
"You're the doc." Johnny said, almost teasingly. "I trust you with it."
And no matter how much they joked about it, it felt good to hear it. "Good, I'll take care of you."
"Please." Johnny whispered, almost pressed.
Gyro hummed and crawled closer, sitting right behind Johnny, legs on each side of him.
"Don't move." Gyro said and he used his steel ball to press it against Johnny's back. He cleaned the wound, and proceeded to rub some of the ointment on it, slowly.
Johnny was relaxing visibly, slowly falling back as Gyro's hand was going forward on his side, up to his chest.
At this point, Johnny was resting completely against Gyro's chest. It felt really good, to have him this close, and Gyro seemed to want this intimacy. He'd been nothing but professional, yet Johnny could tell Gyro was feeling the same as he did.
Johnny grabbed his hand, and Gyro tensed, "Sorry-"
"Shut up." Johnny groaned, and led Gyro's hand to his chest, where his heart was beating like madness. "You're the reason it won't settle down." he whispered, and Gyro bit his lower lip.
"Can I talk?"
Johnny snorted, "Yeah, just don't say sorry."
Gyro smiled, "Is it a good thing?" He asked, pressing his whole palm there. Johnny turned his face to bury it against Gyro's neck. He was warm.
"Feels good, so I guess, yeah. I feel… Safe. Could let you treat me more often."
Gyro closed his eyes, feeling his own heart speed up at the intimacy of the situation.
"Great. 'cause I intend on keeping you healthy and alive, the race wouldn't be half as funny without you."
Johnny grinned against his skin.
"I know, I'm actually funnier than you, believe it or not."
Gyro grunted and pinched Johnny's healthy side, making him jolt slightly. It made Gyro laugh. "Hey!" Johnny protested, grabbing Gyro's second hand to lead it to his stomach, and both of them fell silent.
Gyro's fingers slowly caressed the expanse of soft skin there, tentatively. "How does it feel?" He asked in a whisper, letting the tips of his fingers gently fondling Johnny's belly.
Johnny arched under his touch, his own hands slowly stroking Gyro's arms. "Good. I like it." He mumbled, and pressed a kiss against Gyro's neck. "I like it because it's you."
It sounded like another confession, and Gyro felt his breath pick up.
"D'you want more?" He asked genuinely, but Johnny groaned and nipped at his skin, making him pant loudly.
"Don't make me say it." Johnny mumbled, and he turned his face away, cheek pressing against Gyro' shoulder.
Johnny's neck was completely exposed, offered, and Gyro took the opportunity happily.
He leaned in and pressed a very soft kiss on the pale, tensed skin.
Johnny smelled warm, of sweat and wood fire, dust and horse.
"I'll say it, I want more of you." Gyro said, his lips brushing gently against Johnny's neck.
Johnny didn't answer out loud, but his fingers, which were still stroking Gyro's arms, slowly came to grab his hands to lead both of them down, down, down to his hips, and on his thighs, guiding them on their inside, then up again, controlling where they were touching him.
And which each inch of skin touched, Johnny would let out a soft sigh, or arch slightly.
"I can feel it." Johnny said, in a quavering voice.
"Yeah?" Gyro loved the idea that Johnny would describe what he felt. It was incredibly arousing. "And how does it feel?" He asked, while letting his nails graze against Johnny' supple skin, fingers digging in the flesh of the inside of his thighs.
Johnny moaned, his legs parting even more, and he couldn't help but bring Gyro's right hand directly on his crotch, pressing his palm down.
"Johnny…" Gyro whimpered, and he kissed his neck to distract himself from his need to just plunge his hand in Johnny's underwear.
"Fuck, Gyro, do it…" He hissed, turning his head so his nose would bump against Gyro's.
The moment their lips pressed, it felt like something unleashed. Johnny spinned around to wrap both arms around Gyro' shoulders, and Gyro used his free arm to bring Johnny closer, before he grabbed his left thigh and lifted it enough to spread Johnny's legs. His fingers on his crotch drew the outline of his cock, teasing, but mostly discovering.
They dived down to fondle his balls, very gently, and it made Johnny tense in their kiss, as he moaned, louder than Gyro expected.
And their kiss…
Gyro had a hard time focusing on what he was doing, because Johnny was kissing him with so much passion, his tongue felt so soft against his, that all Gyro wanted to do was to melt against him and kiss him for hours.
But Johnny was feeling good, Johnny was feeling confident enough to let it happen, and most importantly, he wanted more, so Gyro was going to give him everything he had.
His desire for Johnny was consuming.
His fingers found the hem of his underwear, and they slipped past it, already brushing the head of Johnny's cock. He was warm, and so hard it looked painful.
Johnny whined in the kiss, his hands grabbing everything they could - Gyro's hair, and his nape. Gyro let out a small noise of excitation, shuddering from head to toe.
Johnny's explicit need was the most erotic of it all.
As Gyro's fingers wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking him, his fingers tightly wrapped around his hard length, Johnny moaned his name and broke the kiss to look at him with desperate blue eyes.
"Gyro, what… What do you want?"
Gyro's mouth was open, lips red and swollen by the kisses. "You… I want you, I want to make you feel good." He fastened his strokes on Johnny, staring at him, hungry for his reactions.
Johnny threw his head back to let out a choked moan, before he turned around to sit against Gyro again. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead and his nape, a fine layer of sweat covering his pale skin.
When he looked down, his breath quickened, and his hands grabbed Gyro's thighs. "Talk to me…" He demanded, and the first thing that came to Gyro's mind was : "You're doing so well, Johnny… Feeling so good in my hand."
He didn't expect for it to shake Johnny so much. His blue nails digged in Gyro's thighs, and he whined a soft 'more…'
Johnny pushed his head back, letting it rest against Gyro' shoulder, eyes closed.
"You're so beautiful, you take my breath away…" Gyro whimpered, feeling his own body reacting to everything Johnny was giving his eyes to feast upon. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to be close to you like this…"
His free hand slid slowly over Johnny's chest, his fingers caressing and drawing it, his nails grazing his nipples everytime they caught against it.
Johnny moaned again, he was so loud, like he had no conscience of where they were, but Gyro didn't care - he wanted Johnny to be loud, louder, as loud as possible, especially with how sexy his pleasured voice was.
He seemed to absolutely love it, when Gyro praised him, and Gyro wasn't going to refrain himself from doing it.
He quickened his hand's pace, and brought his free hand to his own mouth, licking it in a long stripe, before he brought it down to grab Johnny's balls gently. Johnny jolted, eyes opening, and he looked down again.
Gyro could see how he blushed every time his eyes landed on what was going on down there. It was so endearing, and god, Gyro was so hard…
His hips stuttered against Johnny, and he groaned, the contact barely enough, but he felt ashamed of his lack of control. "Sorry… I, you turn me on so much… I want you to come for me, Johnny, I want to see you come undone because of me…"
Gyro's voice was so low by now, it made Johnny shiver from head to toe.
"Please, I wanna, hnn, I'm gonna… Gyro!" Johnny whimpered rapidly, his nails digging deep trails in Gyro's thighs. The pain felt like a devastating fire that went right to the pit of Gyro' stomach, making his cock twitch between them.
Johnny tensed, his breath catching in his throat, right before he finally let go, and collapsed against Gyro's heaving chest, his warm seeds covering Gyro's palm.
Gyro kissed his neck, tenderly, even kissed his ear and noticed how it made Johnny shake even more, before he whispered "You did so well, Johnny, and you were so fucking hot."
Johnny hummed, bringing a hand up to pat Gyro's cheek gently.
Surprised by the gesture, Gyro snorted.
"Really ? What am I, a horse ? Don't I at least deserve a kiss?" Gyro chuckled, pointing at his cheek.
Johnny rolled his eyes, but he crawled forward and pressed a slow, tantalizing kiss on Gyro's lips.
Gyro melted in that kiss, hand in the air, covered in cooling sperm.
"What should we do about you?" Johnny asked, and his hand slid on Gyro's thigh. He relished how it twitched under his touch. "How close are you?"
Gyro was devouring him with his glassy green eyes, Johnny could tell how much he was restraining himself from jumping on him like a lion on a lamb.
It made Johnny's guts twist in a new wave of arousal, but his spent cock couldn't take any of it.
"I could come in a minute" Gyro said, "but you don't have to… I mean I can take care of it."
Johnny crawled closer and raised on his knees, hands sliding on Gyro's muscular shoulders, his fingers twirling playfully in his hair.
"I want" he said in a whisper, "I want you to touch yourself for me. Thinking of me. About what you want to do to me, and what you want me to do to you."
Gyro noticed he wasn't very confident in his way of talking, as if he wasn't sure if it was sexy or ridiculous. But Gyro felt himself get even harder if possible, and he nodded enthusiastically.
Johnny bit his lower lip, pleased to see Gyro so eager.
Gyro quickly wiped his hand on the closest cloth he found, before he grabbed his cock through his underwear, looking up to Johnny's eyes. He was stunning, and slowly becoming more confident.
It was hot.
His fingers slipped under the hem of his underwear, grabbing his cock and stroking it fast already, and he leaned in to kiss Johnny's chest, pressing butterfly kisses all over his skin. His free hand was slowly stroking Johnny's thigh.
Johnny tangled his fingers in Gyro's hair, and pulled on them, making him pant loudly and forcing him to look up.
He smirked.
"You like it when it hurts." Johnny stated, voice broken by arousal, and Gyro bit the inside of his cheek as his fist pumped his cock in a fast pace.
"Answer me." Johnny insisted, and Gyro had no idea he would enjoy seeing Johnny so dominant, so controlling.
"A bit." Gyro admitted in a breathy voice, his eyes tingling with small tears when Johnny pulled harder on his hair, making him expose his neck completely.
Gyro groaned, and Johnny leaned in, pressing kisses against his adam apple, before he kissed his way to the side. There, he sunk his teeth in Gyro's neck in a bite, not too hard, but hard enough for him to feel it.
Gyro moaned his name, and came in choked, throaty noise, staining his underwear.
Johnny licked at the bite, and rose up, letting go of Gyro's hair to wrap his arms around him, letting himself fall on the older one with all his weight.
Gyro let himself fall, his hand finding the cloth again for a quick wipe, before he wrapped his own arms around Johnny.
He was so small next to him, he could let his head rest on his chest while his feet barely reached Gyro's.
Gyro loved it.
"How are you feeling?" Gyro asked in a furred voice. He sounded drunk.
"Good. Better than good…" Johnny answered, sounding just as tired.
"Amazing? Incredible? Excellent? Fantastic? Wonderful?"
"You're annoying, how many synonyms of good do you even know?" Johnny groaned and nipped at Gyro's chest in retaliation.
Gyro chuckled and wiggled slightly under Johnny. "It's the only thing I learnt on the way here, I wanted to be able to compliment the ladies. Turns out I'm using them to help my partner describe the sex he just had."
Johnny stayed silent for a while, before he let out a 'Pffft' and started laughing, propping himself up on his hands to look at Gyro.
"You're ridiculous. And I feel amazing. It was incredible. You were fantastic… There, satisfied?"
Gyro smiled, and his expression was so tender, so loving, Johnny felt his guts tighten.
"I am. I'm happy." Gyro said, and Johnny couldn't help but kiss him.
So they kissed.
//
Later that night, after a long bath and a feast that left them with round bellies, they decided to go to bed and make the most of the beds. They pushed them close to one another, to get one big bed, and laid down, spooning, Johnny with his back against Gyro's chest.
It felt good. During the night, woken up by sudden urges, they would get handsy, and Johnny would ask Gyro to teach him more, about deeper things, and they would share kisses again, it would become something they would get addicted to, but for now, they just wanted to be close.
It was comforting, healing, in a way.
Gyro was grateful things turned out like this. He was grateful Johnny opened up, and seized the opportunity to move on. He'd seen him struggle so much during the race, to fight his own inner demons, and to sometimes accept them, but he'd come so far, and tonight he'd prove to Gyro once again that he was able to get up no matter how hard he was beaten down.
Johnny truly was amazing.
He hugged him tight, and Johnny hummed softly. "What's up?" He asked, sounding sleepy.
"I'm just happy to have you in my life." Gyro said, without thinking. And that meant a lot, he almost wished he didn't say it out loud, but Johnny slipped a hand behind him to grab Gyro' side, and he said, firmly, "Me too."
His hand found Gyro's, resting on Johnny' stomach, and he grabbed it to bring it to his face.
Johnny rubbed his face against his palm, before placing it so it would rest under his cheek in a tender hold.
Gyro was almost melting. He'd never been this close, this intimate with someone, and he was starting to feel lost about his feelings. He'd come to peace with the fact he fancied Johnny but this, this was much more than just wanting a quick fuck in a bush between two stages.
"Your palm is so soft, how is it possible?" Johnny chuckled.
Gyro smiled, and he whispered, "It's made to make you feel good."
He felt Johnny blush against his hand. "Only me?"
That sudden mark of possessiveness made something roar inside Gyro, and he willed it to stay down for now - it felt too good, to just be together like this.
"Yeah. This healing palm is yours."