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It's not because he's dying that he can't take a breather every once in a while. V still needs money, for food, for the bills, for that great car Dino's keeping just for him. Money means gigs, which means running around neutralizing some folks while trying to remain unseen. Then forgetting to keep quiet and yelling at the being sharing his mind as he starts acting like a dick again, then running around not to get shot this time. He's a great merc alright. Maybe not the best suited for solo work, that is.
It's not because he's dying that he can't have some fun, especially ever since people started to notice him, ever since the Afterlife opened its doors to him. Easy to get free drinks, easier to get to know a few new folks, get some chemistry with them and get them to follow him home.
It's not because he's dying that he can't unwind. And tonight, he just found the perfect candidate. Well, he found a few of them actually. Many women, to Johnny's delight. Elbowing his side as some ex-Valentina-looking chica winks at him.
But Johnny should know by now : if there's a chance to piss him off, V's going to take it. He doesn't care either way, but going for men lately has been very entertaining. Just to hear Johnny groan and fuss. He's found the perfect candidate tonight. Bulky and mean-looking. The total opposite of Johnny's type.
"V, right?" he asks as they start to talk, "Heard Rogue said you're one of the best."
V doesn't even have to work for it. Stroking his ego in the best way possible as Johnny already voices his displeasure. Perfect candidate indeed.
It's always fun; getting your back blown out all the while Johnny skulks and complains. Except this time. Johnny's the one arboring a smile while V does his best not to groan. Tonight's one-night stand is bad, so fucking bad. Size really doesn't matter when you don't know what the fuck you're doing, it seems. So fucking bad, V has to focus to stay hard because the dude doesn't want to come until V does first.
"Gonna come for daddy, bitch?" he keeps trying to whisper, except he's too loud, irritatingly breathing directly into his ringing ear.
Fuck, he's bad, doesn't know how to fuck. Moves erratic, but too shallow. He lost all rhythm or notion of crescendo the first minutes in. So fucking bad, a delight for Johnny. Sitting nearby, chin resting on his knuckles, he just watches and chuckles each time Mr.one-night-stand seems to voluntarily miss that sweet spot that could make the whole thing a little enjoyable. V really screwed up on that one, he's the one pissed off out of my mind right now. How the tables have turned.
"Who's your daddy, bitch? Who's your daddy?"
"Fuck, V. If your dad shagged your mom like that, you'd never be born."
V bites his lips, a fit of laughter bubbling in his chest.
Shush, trying to focus here.
He likes to talk to Johnny better, but he can't right now. This one-night stand only comes in cons tonight. He tries to focus back on the man above him, barely able to stay in his ass more than five thrusts. He tries to shift and wiggle, tries to find a way to enjoy whatever that dude is doing, but Johnny's getting bored again.
"Fuck, gotta record this. Could make millions turning it into the next Mr.Stud ad."
V can help but burst out laughing, to his one-night stand's dismay.
"Something funny?" he growls.
V is almost glad he stopped moving. He thinks fast, feeling his hands on his sides. Can't tell how long they've been there. His mind is occupied by someone else at the moment.
"Sorry, I'm a little ticklish," he lies, turning his head to look at him, apologetic smile hiding a genuine one as Johnny rolls his eyes.
The man moves his hands to his hips, holding them a little too tight. V doesn't mind usually, eager to retrace the marks left on him after they're done. V doesn't mind usually, because he's usually aroused out of his mind at this point, the pain only fueling his lust. Here, it just hurts. With big sweaty hands now on his hips, he somehow manages to lose his own rhythm as he thrusts back into him.
"Seriously, V," Johnny quickly continues, "Fucker's gonna hump ya 'til the chip completely wipes your mind at this rate. Really want my first memory in your body to be some gonk and his useless dick up my ass?"
The image flashing in V's mind is too much for him. V can't keep it in anymore. He just bursts laughing at the thought. Johnny's face as he wakes up in his body, getting badly pounded as a welcome back to the land of the living. Priceless. Shame he wouldn't be here to see it.
"How many chooms and chicks switch side cause of that dick of his, you think?"
"Oh my god, stop," V says, tearing up as he laughs.
"I'm sorry?"
Wrong voice replies to him. He had entirely forgotten about his one-night stand for an instant.
"Just tell him, V," Johnny suggests, pointing to the door, "Tell him the truth before he finds his next victim."
He gives Johnny a look, turning his head towards him. The man on top of him realizes he's being ignored.
"Asked you a question, bitch?" he growls, pushing his head against the mattress. Fuck, that hurts. He tilts his head to alleviate the pressure, slowly breathing out not to whine in pain. From the corner of his eyes, he notices that Johnny stood up, anger echoing throughout their mind.
"I said: stop," V says, though it doesn't sound like his voice, "You're so fucking bad at this, choom. First time you ever fucked or something?"
V doesn't care anymore about trying to be nice, he's pissed, frustrated out of his mind and now his head hurts. He just wants that guy out of his sight. He can take it from here. He moves to pull his dick out, turns over. Clearly showing this isn't fun anymore. He's even gone soft for crying out loud.
"What you said, bitch?"
V feels a sudden wave of fear hit him. No, not fear, something more akin to powerlessness. Only lasts an instant during which he freezes, stops breathing. The man puts a hand on his knee, anchoring him back to reality. He notices that Johnny has sat back on the couch. Furiously tapping his foot on the floor, fingers twitching. Powerless.
The man tries to sound tough, but V is done playing. Quickly shifting his attention to the nearby TV, hacking it. The man has at least enough brain cells to realize what's happening.
"Think you better go," V repeats, turning his gaze back to him, "Before I melt your brain out your ears."
An empty threat, really. V'd rather not kill this man. Both because moving a body from his apartment would be a pain in the ass and because he doesn't know how to clean brain-soup stains from a carpet. The man finally gets it, picks his clothes off the floors, dresses up, and at long last, leaves. V watches him from his bed, waiting for him to close the door to turn back to Johnny, standing by the window, cigarette in hand.
"Thank fuck that's over. Lemme choose who you fuck next time, alright?"
V only sighs. He's not against the idea. He'd have someone else to blame if the night sucks, at least.
The younger man waits a moment for Johnny to disappear, but the rockerboy stays there, puffing smoke. V wouldn't mind, usually, but here, here he just wants a quick way to tend to his neglected urges. He coughs, starting to feel uncomfortable on top of feeling frustrated.
"So," he starts, almost hoping that's enough for Johnny to get the clue.
"So?"
"Kinda need some myself time right now."
"Never minded me watching before," he pinpoints blankly.
" 's different when I'm with someone," V retorts, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his cheeks, "Going at it on my own with you watching… Dunno, feels a little, y'know…"
"Intimate?"
"Awkward?"
"You know how many times I've seen you come?"
V opens his mouth, but ends up pausing. That's not the issue here, but the fact that having Johnny watching him has felt almost natural lately sure is worrying.
"Yeah, rather not think about it," he quickly dismisses, "Listen, I don't mind it when I'm with strangers cause… Cause..."
Cause I feel safer when you're around.
He doesn't say it, can tell Johnny hears it clearly though. They stop and just look at each other for an instant. V can't remember when the shift happened, when he started to feel comfort around Johnny instead of fear. Fuck, it's so embarrassing, how easily Johnny can read his thoughts, how bare he is around him. He's waiting for a mean chuckle, a harsh comment from him. Johnny doesn't say anything, blowing out smoke and looking down at V, still naked on his bed. His thoughts are too messy at the moment for V to make out anything. Just white noise echoing in his mind.
"Fine," Johnny throws his cigarette away, fading soon after leaving his fingers, "Sure you won't need me?"
"I know how to take care of myself, thanks."
"Like you know how to pick your one-nighters?" he teases.
"Right, cause Mr.Silverhand never had a bad laid in his life."
"Never had, no," he shrugs, smug grin on his face, "Did what I had to do to actually enjoy myself. Every fucking time. Better than lay there, take it, and bitch about it when it sucks."
"Johnny Silverhand, self-proclaimed Sex God," V rolls his eyes.
"Never got any complaints."
"Cause you cummed and dumped?" V snaps back. Johnny tries to retort something, but he doesn't let him, "Ah-ah, don't try. I've seen it all, remember?"
"Don't need praise to know that I know what I'm doing. Unlike you. Get those dolls shaking and begging for more, then you know you did a good job."
"Hum-hum, right. Cause faking it wasn't a thing half-a-century ago?"
Maybe V is going a little too far. He doesn't realize it until Johnny glitches on the bed, one knee on the mattress, leaning so close to V he can feel his breath on his face. Why would an engram breathe, he doesn't know. His head still goes blank, however, and his cheeks heat up. Johnny looks deep into his eyes, with an expression that sends shivers down his spine. He isn't scared, but that hungry gaze he has sure does things to him.
"You're starting to piss me off, V," he warns.
"Admit it, Johnny. You're probably not even half as good as you think you are."
Johnny's hand glitches to capture his face. Finger under his chin, thumb pressing against his lip. It's just because he's frustrated, V knows it, but fuck he can barely think right now.
"That a challenge I hear?"
"So," he mumbles against his thumb, "you do do guys, huh?"
"When they're desperate enough for me to take pity on them, sure. And you, well," he muses, leaning close to his ear, mindful to kiss his jaw before speaking, "You look like you'd do anything to come right now."
V wants to snap back, be snarky, cheeky, be anything but the wanton needy doll Johnny sees in him right now. Fuck it. He's done talking, done trying to tell Johnny to fuck off so he can take care of himself. Fucker wanna stay? Fine. At least, he'll make himself useful that way instead of standing over there like a creep.
"I heard that, you know?"
"Don't have to repeat myself, then. Good. So show me how good you-"
V is cut off by Johnny's lips on his. Rough and aggressive, V must've really pissed him off. Or maybe he's just feeling what V's feeling, that frustration still foaming in his chest. He kisses back with the same eagerness, falling back on the bed, pulling Johnny on top of him without their mouths ever parting. He moans into the kiss, asking for more. Johnny gives him what he wants, tongue against his lips which he quickly opens. Of course, he knows how to move his tongue, circling around his own. Fuck. V feels his silver hand on his hip, keeping him in place as he's already shifting under him, looking for friction. Johnny must definitely feel what V feels, because he groans into his mouth with the same passion, pressing him against the mattress. Only breaking their exchange to take off his shirt. It's all over too quickly, Johnny pushing himself up easily, even though V tries to pull him back down.
"So?" Johnny asks, voice dripping with smugness.
That tone irritates V just enough not to give in. He shrugs, letting his arms fall back on the bed. He looks like a mess right now, puffy lips and glazed eyes. His face mirroring Johnny's. He feels like a mess too, heart thumping in his head. No way he lets Johnny win now, though.
"Huh, you actually can use your mouth for something other than talking my ears off. Impressive," he spits, yet can't help but smile, "So, that's it? Show's over? Getting cold feet?"
Johnny's left hand grips his hip tighter. A pained noise escapes his lips. V wonders if that'll actually leave a mark. And if anyone else but them will see it.
"Never know when to stop," the rockerboy remarks.
"Well, one of us has to keep going before we both grow bored," he snarls, faking a yawn, careful to breathe out directly to his face, "Your foreplay's a real snoozefest, old man."
"Right," Johnny chuckles menacingly.
His hand moves from his hip to his groin, cold knuckles brushing against his already hard dick.
"So. Fucking. Bored," he teases, fingers running up and down the underside of his cock with each word, "Poor. Little. Thing. No one. To. Entertain. Him."
V gasps with each move, stomach tensing up, dick twitching, almost dripping. He's fighting not to move, fighting not to beg. He doesn't want Johnny to stop, but fuck is he going to lose his mind if he keeps teasing. V doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until Johnny stops, the sudden lack of contact fueling his frustration. His hips buck up, hand gripping the rockerboy's shoulder. He's catching himself short of begging for more, almost caving in if not for Johnny switching hand, his silver one holding his weight, his ganic one wrapping around his cock. V lets out a whine. Needy little whine his palm doesn't cover quickly enough. That makes Johnny grin, tilting his head, cocking one eyebrow.
He moves his hand excruciatingly slowly. Thumb gliding across the tip each time he moves up. Slight twist of the wrist when he goes back down. V tries to speed up the motion, but Johnny stops when his hips move, relaxing his fist until V loses all contact with his skin. Then, he waits until V is done desperately squirming underneath him to wrap his fist around him again.
V throws his head down the pillow in frustration after his third try at speeding things up. Tears are itching his throat. He's going to lose his mind before he gets to come.
Lips on his smooth chest catches him off-guard, he mews at the contact, arching up for more. Johnny quickly kisses his way to a nipple. V wants to tease him for it, ask him how weird it must feel to have no breast to grope. But V's always been sensitive and fuck, Johnny knows how to use his mouth. Teeth creasing, tongue lapping, lips suckling. V's hand runs through his hair, playing with it as low groans of pleasure escape his mouth. Johnny doesn't stop this time, even lets him push him closer.
V waits for Johnny to lift his head back up (probably to mock the noises he's making) to pull him for another kiss. So rough, so harsh. He bites Johnny's bottom lip without thinking, pulls his hair in the same instant.
The rockerboy swifty grabs both his wrists, pins him against the mattress before V realizes what's happening. There's a dangerous glare in Johnny's eyes, his tongue darting at his swollen lip. A shiver runs down V's spine. He wants to do it again, wants to keep Johnny right on that edge where passion borderlines with madness. He thinks he finally sees what his fans saw in him, why he'd just have to smirk to get them on their knees. Johnny could ask anything of him right now, and V'd comply without thinking.
"Someone's getting impatient," Johnny muses, low voice betraying his own eagerness, "Let's skip to the main course, then."
V nods sheepishly, too wired to speak. Words melting in his mind with how hot his body is getting. He doesn't move when Johnny leaves his wrists, just stays there, laying down, watching Johnny battle his leather pants. He shifts and thrashes on the mattress, growing increasingly frustrated about the way the fabric sticks to his skin. V sits back up when he hears him swear, laughter bubbling up his chest.
"Wait," he says, hands reaching his, "Lemme help."
He's as impatient as Johnny, but still can manage to keep his composure long enough to pull his pants off, fingers sliding between the fabric and his skin, taking them off one inch at a time if needed.
"Wonder what I'd do without you sometimes," Johnny says once fully naked.
V's heart skips a beat, face heating up suddenly. He can see Johnny's smirk a mile away, so proud to get that kind of reaction out of his host.
"Va te faire foutre, Johnny," V says, rolling his eyes.
I meant it.
Johnny doesn't say it, but thinks it loud enough for V to hear. His thoughts are usually a mess of words and images, too crooked for V to make out anything. Those words sounded like crystal. Clear. Genuine. True. A wave of affection washes over him when the words reach him. He can feel a lump swelling up in his throat. He pulls Johnny for another kiss before he can realize he's heard him. He doesn't want to think about it right now. What those words actually mean, why they both make him feel lighter and nauseous. That's not the goal here. He's given Johnny a challenge, and mushiness won't help complete it.
Falling back on the mattress, legs wrapped around Johnny's waist, V pulls him back on top of him. His mouth shifts from his lips to his jaw, down his throat and collarbone. His tongue itches when his skin glitches under it. It doesn't hurt at all, only tickles a little. Johnny's hands slide down under his ass, lining him up with his dick.
"Can't imagine you got some… holographic lube for me?" he asks after an awkward pause.
V bites his tongue not to correct him. He's not an hologram, far from it. But a long presentation on the different forms of AI would probably be a turn-off even Mr.Bad Laid wouldn't have dared to try. Instead, V reaches down, gently pushing his fingers inside his own ass, still slick from his last session.
"Still good to go," he says, turning his attention back to Johnny.
He's frozen above him, hands on his thighs, looking down. V can't see his expression, hidden by his hair falling down his face, but can feel the tingles of lust running down his spine. V is seriously considering giving him more of a show next time.
"Sure of that?" Johnny asks, hint of worry in his voice.
"Only one way to find out," V shrugs, digging his heels in his back.
He's incapable of waiting a second longer, feeling too empty. Pulling Johnny closer, hands gripping his arms. Looking up at him with an expression that he's sure will make Johnny give in. He pushes inside, slowly, carefully, filling V inch by inch. The merc doesn't remember ever feeling that full, eyebrow furrowed, biting his bottom lip not to mew. His nails dig into Johnny's skin as he bottoms out. Quite the stretch, but V's found heaven right now.
"You alright?" he hears as the rockerboy stops moving, leaning forwards to butt foreheads with V.
V doesn't want any of that dripping cautiousness in his voice. He can feel precum dripping down his abdomen, Johnny pressing against that sweet spot of his just the right way. He writhes underneath him. If Johnny won't give him the friction he craves, he'll do it himself. Impaling himself on his dick, chasing his own quickly-building pleasure.
"Take that as a yes," the rockerboy chuckles, groping his thighs tighter, pushing a little deeper as he starts moving.
Fuck, how is he not fully settled inside V yet. Feeling fuller and fuller, emitting noises that make his cheeks heat up by how embarrassing they sound. The slight burn is gone by now, only sparks of lust run through his veins. Johnny moves a little faster, settling for a rhythm that just builds more and more pleasure with each thrust.
"Better?" he asks, all smug.
V can't reply anything, all cheekiness gone from his body, replaced by want, lewd want burning his skin, melting his brain. He only nods, tries to hum in between moans.
"Much better, right?" Johnny repeats, one hand coming to cup his jaw, lift his face, force his eyes to gaze into his, "C'mon, V. Use your words."
His hand glides down his chest, gently tweezing one nipple, earning a groan downright obscene from V. Down to his abdomen, tensing under his touch, breath caught in V's throat as his fingers run down, and down, until they wrap around his dripping cock. Setting a rhythm matching his thrusts, picking up the pace a little.
V scurries to grab Johnny's wrist, stopping him from jerking him off. He doesn't want it to end yet. He doesn't want to come yet. He wants the pleasure to build up a little more, for all the time he spent frustrated today. But Johnny does whatever the fuck Johnny wants, squeezing his cock until it drips a little more, thumb gliding across the tip. V shudders, failing to stop his hips from bucking up. Silverhand's changed his pace, thrusting harder into V, making him lose his mind.
"Johnny," he whines.
"Don't worry," he laughs, mean and so full of himself, "I'll keep going after you come. I'll keep going until you beg me to stop."
He kisses his temple, all soft and soothing. This sounds like the best and worst promise ever made to V. He lets go of his wrist, lets him jerk him faster, knowing exactly what to do to keep the pleasure from building. He just has to read V's mind, but listening to his moans getting louder and louder is probably enough of a clue.
He keeps on thrusting, hitting that sweet spot that makes V jolt, twisting his wrist, fingers gripping him a little tighter. Tugging a little faster. He's breathless, but still plows into V with the same fervor. Hair sticking to his skin. Why would an engram breathe and sweat, V doesn't know, but God if this isn't the most turned-on he ever felt looking at Johnny. He tries to keep his eyes open, to burn that image in his brain forever. But the climax hits him so hard, it's like his mind turns off for a second, whining a silent moan, nails trying to break the skin, gripping Johnny's shoulders. All his body tenses up as he paints his stomach and Johnny's hand, tightening up around his dick. The groan he earns makes him shiver as he goes limp on the bed. There's no way Johnny hasn't come as well, not with the way their minds are linked, not with the way that orgasm shattered and melted their brain. But Johnny quickly thrusts into him again, too fast, too rough. V's seeing stars.
"Johnny," he calls, other words escaping his mouth only coming out as gibberish.
He's so sensitive right now, and Johnny still knows where that sweet spot is. He hits that place over and over again, quick and deep moves that make V's head spin. It feels so good, but it also doesn't. It's too much, way too much.
"Johnny!"
He needs to focus, needs to find a way to get the words out.
Hurts. Please.
Shaky hands push at his chest, and Johnny finally stills, fully settled inside him, dick still pressed against that spot. God, V's getting hard again.
"Alright, alright," he muses, taking the time to wipe his hand on the sheets before petting his cheek, "Don't cry on me, now."
V didn't even realize how blurry his eyes have gotten. Johnny really made him lose his mind. Fuck. But he doesn't want Johnny's pity. He turns his head towards the hand still on his cheek. He kisses his fingers before taking two into his mouth, sucking his own taste off his digits. He's looking at Johnny, looking right into his eyes as his tongue circles around the tip of his fingers. Johnny's dick twitches inside him, and so does his. V's hips are already moving back on their own.
"Guess break's over," Johnny warns, hoarse voice dripping with want, pushing his fingers a little deeper.
He thrusts into him. So sudden. So deep. A lewd spark runs up V's spine. He moans around his fingers, pierced tongue lapping at them. Another thrust, as if his whole length brushes against that spot making his toes curl. V catches himself short of biting his fingers, teeth still denting the skin as he groans. Johnny parts his digits in his mouth, slowly fondling with his tongue, knuckles pushing against the roof of his mouth, forcing his lips apart. Saliva beads over his lips as Johnny pushes his fingers deeper inside him.
An image suddenly hits V's mind, though he knows it doesn't come from him. He sees himself, on his knees, getting the life pounded out of him while struggling to swallow the cock presented before him. Johnny's mind is always too messy to make out anything tangible. He can't tell who the other man is, but the taste of his dick hits his tongue all the same. He presses Johnny deeper into him, rolling his hips to meet his thrusts. He tightens around him and nods, a pitiful compliant nod with drool dripping down his chin.
I want that.
He somehow moans in their mind, so loud Johnny's fingers freeze in his mouth. So loud his dick twitches inside him. So loud his other hand clenches his hip, so painfully and blissfully so. The only warning V gets before Johnny sets a fast, merciless pace that melts his brain the same instant. Pounding into him, coming closer and closer and closer. It feels so good V's hand creeps near his leaking cock unconsciously. He only realizes how close he got to it when Johnny's fingers leaves his mouth to pin his hand against the mattress. He groans in frustration, fully aware now how hard his neglected cock has gotten. He doesn't think he can come untouched, but fuck does he want to try, keeping up with Johnny's pace, pulling him so deep his balls make an obscene sound each time they slap against his cheeks. Always hitting that spot with his whole length, always making V feel so full and lewd.
"T'arrête pas. Please, dont- Fuck. T'arrête pas," V mutters, incapable of knowing which language he's speaking anymore.
The pleasure builds so fast, running up his spine, lighting up every neuron left in his brain. He's going to go insane. He's going to die. He's going to know what pure ecstasy feels like. Just a little more. Just a little more.
Johnny suddenly leans down, teeth sinking down his shoulder to muffle a loud groan. The pain hits him so abruptly, with the warm come filling him up. He comes, untouched, hand-free. Earth shattering climax that makes him go blind. He thinks he's gripping Johnny's shoulders, fingernails breaking the skin. He can't even tell anymore. He wants to moan, he wants to whine, but no sound comes out his open mouth.
It takes a moment for Johnny to lift himself up V's chest, kissing his sensitive nipple on the way. Through lidded eyes, V sees him bearing the smuggest, most full-of-himself expression he's physically capable of. Fuck, he's such a dick.
"Half as good as I think I am, huh?" he mocks, fingers brushing the inside of his thigh, making him jolt and twitch.
"Fuck you," he grumbles, skin tingling wherever it meets Johnny's.
He can barely move, sighing under Johnny's affection, fighting to keep his eyes open.
"Ow," he coos, nails replacing the pulp of his fingers, "Quitting on me already? Maybe that limp-dicked gonk wasn't actually the problem."
V wants to retort something, fight back. At least tell Johnny he's listening to his taunts. He mumbles something he myself doesn't understand. Mind blank, eyes fully closed by now. Johnny's hand leaves his thigh for his cheek, gently rubbing it. His fingers feel almost cold on his heated face.
"Finally managed to shut you up."
He grins through his words right before kissing his lips. Soft and mellow kiss V melts into.
He opens his eyes, just to make sure it's really Johnny. It doesn't feel like Johnny. All dumb bravado gone, just a soft smile directed at him. V is struck, in awe, smiling back with the same sweetness. He could get used to that.
Another kiss, and Johnny finally nudges himself out of him. Mess spilling on the sheets. That's a problem for tomorrow V to clean up. If there's anything to clean up. Johnny doesn't disappear right away, sitting next to V and lighting up a cigarette. The younger man moves as well, shifting to his side, turning towards Johnny. Looking up at him smoking in silence. The mellow feelings are slowly fading away, cooling down. It feels like clouds are gathering in his mind. The smell of rain hanging heavily in the air. He shouldn't get used to that. Because soon-
Soon…
"Johnny?" he calls, voice so soft, barely audible.
"Hm?"
"Could you..?"
God, he sounds so pathetic right now. Tracing a scar on Johnny's abdomen not to look at him, not to focus on him and the storm clouding his mind. Touching the skin he soon won't be able to touch anymore.
"Can I what?"
Hearing the voice he soon won't be able to hear anymore.
"Can you stay? A little longer? Until I fall asleep or some shit?"
A pause. Too long. V knows the form of his scar by heart now. Could retrace it with his eyes closed. Could retrace it when he'll be by his lonesome. Soon. Too soon. There's a lump in his throat making it hard to breathe.
"Alright. Sure," he shrugs, a hand on his shoulder pulling him closer, head against his chest, "Just don't drool on me, alright? Kinda gross."
V chuckles lightly, so quietly it doesn't muffle the heartbeats he hears. The ones he'll soon miss. He tries to keep his eyes open, tries to fight off sleep. Just to keep Johnny around a moment longer. Just for the moment not to end too soon. Because the seconds are ticking and soon, soon it'll all be over.