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It was a dreadfully hot afternoon, the sun’s heat hitting Johnny’s skin as he and Gyro rode through the vast desert on their horses who were probably just as tired as they were. Johnny wanted nothing more than to get out of this boiling weather, to rest in the shade, and if he’s pushing it, maybe even a nice inn with a comfortable bed and a bathroom perhaps. Afterall, Johnny hasn’t washed in a while, nor has Gyro, and he was starting to get uncomfortably dirty with sweat and grime.
“Maybe we should stop, Gyro…” Johnny drawled in a pathetically tired voice.
“Just a little while longer, Johnny. We still have a bit of daylight left so we might as well use it.” Gyro had replied, turning his head to look at Johnny.
Johnny wasn’t bothered to argue with Gyro. Not right now, at least. He was too lethargic to open his mouth and Gyro was as stubborn as a mule sometimes.
They continued to ride through the sandy and scorching planes of the desert, Johnny not really doing anything else other than following Gyro. With nothing else to do, he found himself staring at the man in front of him. There was something about Gyro that interested Johnny. He had never met anyone as obnoxious and goofy as him, but Johnny found it endearing despite being traits that he wouldn’t typically like. Johnny has certainly never met anyone with his looks or fashion sense either. It was an odd ensemble; the hat with holes in it, the square patches he has as a beard, those ridiculous golden grills, and his, in Johnny’s opinion, gorgeous, long dirty blonde hair. Oh, and there was no way Johnny could forget his absolutely awful belt buckle; two green plates, both with hands pointing their index finger down towards his crotch. How provocative. Johnny wondered why Gyro would have such a belt… but he didn’t think about it too long, shaking his head to get rid of his blush. God, he was so weird thinking about his friend like that. What is he doing? Johnny turned his head away, mentally hitting himself for being such a creep.
To his relief, he heard Gyro’s voice break the silence, stopping him from continuing his thoughts.
“My dear Johnny, I told you it was better to use the daylight to ride a little while longer.” Gyro started with a smirk. “Look over there, it’s a town. Meaning that most likely they’ll be a place to stay.”
Johnny felt instant relief that he’ll finally be able to escape what felt like the endless intense heat of the equally endless desert. And not to mention, someone must have been answering his prayers because if he’s lucky, he’ll also be able to wash off.
“Well, let's hurry up then. I can’t stand to be out here for another minute.” Johnny galloped off in front of Gyro, almost offering to race him there.
It wasn’t long until they got to the town. It seemed old, but there were people. It must have been a Friday or Saturday night, not that Johnny kept up with what day it was, but judging by how lively it is out in the bars and taverns, it just about ought to be. But, regardless of how tempting it was to go and drink in one of the bars that was packed with people, he knew for his own sake that it was the better option to find an inn and get some rest. Gyro seemed to think no different as he was heading towards what seemed to be a motel of sorts. Perfect.
“I’ll go and find a stable or something to put our horses. You wait here, principe. Maybe go get us a room, yeah?” Gyro grinned and patted Johnny on the head, leaving Johnny to jokingly scoff to distract Gyro from the slight blush forming on his cheeks from the pet name and head pat. What a dork…
Johnny wheeled himself inside, taking a look around at the shabby lobby. It was, no surprisingly, old, but there was an attractive lady sitting at the reception desk, her brown hair just past her shoulders and green doe eyes catching Johnny’s attention. If he were sixteen year old Johnny, he definitely would have gone to flirt with her, but, alas, he is not sixteen year old Johnny who was suave and popular with the girls. Which is why, instead, he went up to the lady and politely asked for a room with two beds.
“I’m sorry sir, but as of now there are no vacant rooms with two beds. In fact, you just missed the last one. Two men walked in around twenty minutes before you and took it, I’m afraid.” the woman rambled on. “However! If you are truly desperate, there is a vacant room with one double bed, if that suits you?”. She looked up from her papers and raised a dark eyebrow at Johnny, who was absolutely mortified at the idea of sharing a bed with Gyro.
Sure, they slept close at camp when it got a bit chilly at night, but never as close if they were to sleep in a double bed together. To be close to Gyro, to see him stripped down to the undershirt he sleeps in, to possibly feel the heat radiating from his body… Johnny’s mind flooded with thoughts that he knew he shouldn’t be thinking, but he couldn’t show the lady that, so he took a breath and happily obliged to take the room with the dreaded double bed.
“Also, miss, my friend will arrive here shortly. He’s tall and has long hair and a weird beard. I promise you won’t miss him, but let him know the room number when he does show up.” Johnny said as he began to wheel himself over to the stairs, which, to be honest, had no idea how he was going to get up them alone. That was until he heard that all too familiar voice he secretly loves so much, but he’ll never admit it.
“You think my beard is weird, Johnny? How rude!” Gyro chuckled from behind. “I’m just going to have to teach you some manners, nyohoho! But, that can wait, because I am indescribably tired.”
Johnny looks over to the lady at the desk, who is shocked at the absolute character that just walked into the building.
“...Yes, you and your partner have room six, just up the stairs and down the hall to the left.” she said with a slight giggle, probably laughing at Gyro.
“Ah yes, thank you, signorina. Have a good night now.” Gyro winked at the girl and she turned away to blush. Johnny felt a twinge of jealousy in his chest but chose to ignore it as Gyro helped Johnny up the stairs and headed down the hall to their room.
The room was not bad. It was plain, with a single dresser and a bedside table but it had a bathroom which made it practically luxury for Johnny and Gyro. But, it wasn’t that that caught Gyro’s attention.
“What’s with the one bed?” Gyro said, putting a hand on his hip.
“No other room with two single beds. And I had decided that it didn’t really matter anyways. I mean, unless it bothers you I can sleep on the floor or-”
“Don’t be stupid. We’ll both use the bed, it’s no big deal. Just don’t hog the blanket, capisce?”
“Yeah yeah, just go and shower. You absolutely reek.” Johnny turned his head away to avoid eye contact with him.
“Yeah yeah, you go and relax, Johnny.” Gyro huffed with a smirk.
Johnny wheeled himself over to the bed while Gyro went inside the bathroom to strip off, a thought that Johnny is purposely avoiding. The bed isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s quite nice. A lot better than the bedrolls they have had to sleep in for the past month or so. Left with only his thoughts for now, Johnny couldn’t help but daydream again.
It would be ignorant to ignore his attraction to Gyro. He knew it was wrong. He doesn’t even know if it’s truly possible, or if Gyro feels, or ever will, the same back. The thought makes his stomach flutter for a split second. The thought of Gyro looking at Johnny in the same way that Johnny looks at Gyro. Looking at him with interest, with desire, romantically… or even sexually. Who knows how Gyro would think of Johnny sexually. What would he even want to do with a guy like Johnny, anyways? What would Gyro be interested in? Johnny firmly believes he would be good in bed. He had that suggestive belt for a reason. No man with a small package would wear something like that. Or at least, a man with a small package and no sexual experience would wear something like that. Johnny laughed at his thoughts, but felt his face flush at the same time. Gyro was driving him mad. Why would a man drive Johnny mad? Maybe it's because it’s been a while since Johnny has gotten some action and, if you squint, Gyro does look a bit like a woman with his long hair, he supposes.
But, everything about him is so masculine that it would be silly to ever view Gyro as anything but that. Johnny would only ever steal a few glances at Gyro while they would wash off in a stream, but those glances gave him a view of Gyro’s toned, tan body, the smooth expanse of his back, the amount of hair that grows on his arms, chest, and lower and lower until… Johnny would turn his head back the other way at that point. He would rather die than have Gyro catch him staring at his dick. What would Gyro do, anyways? Think he’s a creep and yell at him? Or would he not mind so much and do that smirk of his… Johnny would prefer to not find out and just mind his business. He’s happy with the images he has of Gyro’s half naked body in his head anyway. The rest of it would be a nice bonus though. Who knows, maybe Gyro has sneaked glances at his body too. Though, Johnny can’t imagine Gyro really feeling any attraction to him. He’s lithe and pale, having lost his muscle since the accident. Nothing compared to Gyro’s physique and shape that just drips with sex appeal.
But, that's when Johnny’s not so innocent thoughts get interrupted by the subject of said thoughts. The door to the bathroom swings open, letting out a flow of steam, and out steps Gyro. He’s in nothing but a pair of clean boxers, hair slightly damp but brushed and mostly dried, and his green lipstick scrubbed off his lips. A truly gorgeous sight. He has to stop himself from staring.
“That's much better! It’s nice to not have to wash off in a cold stream!” Gyro said, brushing his hair back with his hand, grinning at Johnny, who is laying on the bed watching him.
Gyro looks at him up and down, before saying,
“Johnny, maybe you should get up and wash too? I think you need it, nyoho!”
And so Johnny does so, feeling slightly embarrassed for daydreaming about Gyro’s body and having to look him in the eye a second later…
With his body all scrubbed and clean, Johnny felt amazing. And wheeling himself over to the bed diving into the clean hotel sheets was even more amazing. And to top it all off, when Johnny lifted his face from the pillow, the man of his dreams was laying there looking at him, shirtless. Johnny decided to be more modest and keep his undershirt on so he’s not completely exposed.
“What are you looking at?” Johnny raised a brow at him.
“I don’t know. It’s cute to see you so happy over a shower and a bed.”
“Oh shush. Anyone would have the same reaction as I did if they haven’t showered or slept in a decent bed for a month.”
“Perhaps, but their reaction wouldn’t be as cute as yours, nyoho!” Gyro teased.
What was he doing… Calling him cute like that… Johnny couldn’t help but turn his body with an embarrassed huff. A large, warm hand, however, gently touches his arm to get him to roll back over again.
“Aw Johnny! Don’t hide from me! I was only teasing. You’re funny when I tease you. So cranky, like a little cat” Gyro was awfully playful, wasn’t he?
“Not cranky. You just catch me off guard sometimes… I guess… Calling me cute and all that…” Johnny had murmured as a reply.
It wasn’t a lie. It really did catch him off guard. But he didn’t want it to stop. Calling him cute, the pet names, the touching. He wanted more, but of course he would never tell him that.
“I can stop doing it, if you’d like?” Gyro asked.
“Nah, you wouldn’t be the same person if you stopped.”
“Just say you like it, Johnny.” Gyro playfully draws out his name. “Joe-kneeeee” he would say.
Johnny decides not to answer. Not in a bitchy, rude way, but in an equally as playful way. Trying to mess with Gyro because two can play at that game.
“Joe-kneeeee…” Gyro says again, but in a whisper this time.
“You embarrass me, Gyro Zeppeli.” Johnny whispers back.
“Weren’t you a playboy back in the day? How am I getting you all flustered?”
“Get off your high horse. You’re not making me flustered, you're simply embarrassing me.” Johnny rolled his eyes.
“Hmm, suit yourself then.” Gyro shrugged and rolled back over with a slight chuckle.
It was silent then. But, Johnny felt like neither of them were going to sleep. Just laying there and resting in each other's presence. It was nice, they normally didn’t get to do this while they were camping, constantly looking for any enemies who were hunting them down. They finally got a chance to relax in this motel that, as far as they were aware, was safe.
“Heh, what about that chick downstairs at the front desk? She was pretty hot, huh?” Gyro grinned to himself.
What an annoying question to break the silence. Johnny didn’t want to talk about girls. He didn’t want to listen to Gyro ramble on about girls he was attracted to when all Johnny wanted was for Gyro to like him. But, Johnny couldn’t let him know that so instead he settled on continuing the conversation, despite not wanting to.
“Yeah, she was pretty.” he half-heartedly said.
“Just ‘pretty’? I thought she was hot. Thought you would think the same too, to be honest.”
“I don’t know, Gyro. I haven’t really been looking at girls all too much recently.” Wait, he doesn’t want Gyro to get the wrong idea, “You know, because of the race and stuff?” Johnny finished.
“Understandable. But like I said, I thought you were a playboy so I just assumed you would be the kind of guy to be constantly checking out girls.” Gyro chuckled.
It was silent after that. Not an uncomfortable silence, but a regular silence. Johnny really hadn’t been looking at too many girls at all. It was mostly because he’s been too focused on the race and surviving, but partly because Gyro is the only one that seems to be catching his interest. Gyro obviously seemed to be the opposite, however. He’s obviously thinking about girls even at a time like this. It’s a thought that makes Johnny sick; Gyro falling in love with an American woman and sailing back home with her. Maybe Gyro already has a girl at home?
“Say, Gyro, what about you? Did you ever have any girlfriends back in Naples?” Johnny asked. Gyro never really talked about any girlfriends. He could be engaged or married for all Johnny knew.
“Me? Well, I guess I had a couple flings with a couple girls. Naples has a lot of beautiful women, so how could I not? And the ladies loved me, Johnny. They can’t resist my looks and charm, nyoho!”
And Johnny doesn’t blame them… He feels that bit of jealousy again. All those girls that got to have a “fling” with Gyro… How unfair.
“Yeah yeah. Any serious lovers though? Or just flings.” Johnny pushed.
“Why do you ask?” Gyro questioned, turning his head to look at Johnny who refused to look back.
“Well, uh, I guess it’s because I told you all about my love life and girlfriends I had back at home. I only think it's fair that you have to share your experiences too…” Johnny said, quickly saving himself from the awkward question.
“Well, in that case, no. There was one girl who I considered my girlfriend for a bit. Beautiful woman. Had a nice rack on her too. But, it didn’t last that long for me to consider it a serious relationship.” Gyro recalled. Johnny was surprised to hear that Gyro has barely only had one girlfriend, with his looks and all.
“Otherwise, every other woman I’ve ever been with was just a fling. A bit of fun. So, to answer your question, I have no lovers at home. I wouldn’t be here if I did, if I’m being honest.” Gyro sighed.
Johnny felt a bit of relief to hear that Gyro lacked a girlfriend. Even though it didn’t really matter if he did or not because, hell, what is Johnny going to do? Confess his feelings and have Gyro to himself instead? Of course not. Johnny would have to be brave to do that.
“Hmm, that's about the same with me. No real serious girlfriends and mostly flings.” Johnny added.
Gyro hummed to himself, as if in thought. Johnny turned his head to look at the man beside him. His side profile looked beautiful. His large nose, to Johnny, was very attractive, his plump lips, surprisingly dark, long lashes. What a gorgeous man, Johnny thought to himself. God, listen to how sappy he sounds… This man is truly driving him mad.
“Say, Johnny, when was the last time you’ve slept with someone?” Gyro asked, as if it was a completely normal question like he was just asking Johnny how his day was.
The question caught Johnny off guard. Was Gyro really asking when the last time Johnny had sex with someone? Why would he want to know? In fact, the question shocked Johnny so much that he let out an airy, little laugh.
“I mean, it’s been pretty hard to find a girl who’s willing to have sex with me. A lot of them see me in a wheelchair and turn their heads the other way.” Johnny sighed sadly.
It was true. Johnny hasn’t had sex in a long time. He missed it greatly. He doesn’t even know if sex would feel the same with the limited amount of feeling he had below his waist. He doesn’t know if he can even have sex. At least, not sex with a woman. He could work something out with Gyro though- ok that's enough…
Gyro hummed to himself again, as if pondering what Johnny had said. Johnny waits in silence, eager to hear what Gyro has to say, why he bought up Johnny’s sex life in the first place. Just what exactly Gyro is up to?
“Thats stupid. You’re quite easy on the eyes so I’m surprised girls would turn you down over your legs.” Gyro said nonchalantly and it made Johnny want to vomit up the butterflies that were swirling in his stomach.
‘Y-you really think so?” Johnny stammered nervously. God, he probably sounds like such an idiot right now.
“I think you’re amazing, Johnny,” Gyro continued, but not looking at him. Just staring up at the ceiling. “I have never met anyone else like you. You have this energy, this determination, this drive. It’s fascinating to see it all in action. I like being around you. You’re one of the most wondrous people I’ve ever met. It’s a shame no girl gives you a chance, because they’re missing out.”
Gyro sounded so… so genuine. His voice was gentle and calm. It made Johnny want to melt into a warm puddle. His heart was beating. Gyro thinks he’s amazing. How can Johnny even respond to that? If he just flatters and compliments Gyro too, he’ll just end up going overboard and confessing all his thoughts and opinions about the man, how gorgeous he is, how sexy he is, how strong he is, how clever he is and so on and so forth.
“Gyro… I didn’t think you thought of me like that. It's…” it's what? It’s amazing. The best thing he’s ever been told? “It means a lot to me.” Johnny decided instead.
Gyro turned his body to look at him, but Johnny remained flat on his back and stared at the ceiling some more.
“You know, I’ve never met anyone else like you either, Gyro.” Johnny started, nervous to continue but opened his mouth to speak anyway. “I haven’t had a friend in a long time. It’s been one of the best experiences of my life to spend my time with you, even if I feel like we’re always being hunted down and always nearly losing our lives, I’m glad I get to go through all that with you.” Johnny finished with a suppressed laugh.
Gyro didn’t say anything and it made Johnny anxious. He could feel his eyes on him, but he doesn’t know what he’s waiting for. It takes every bone to do what he does next. He rolls over to stare at Gyro directly into his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes he loves looking at. And with those eyes, Gyro stares at him right back. Johnny continues to speak.
“You are extraordinary, Gyro Zeppeli.” Johnny started, but stopped himself when he saw Gyro shifting just a bit closer.
“You don’t have to flatter me, Johnny.” Gyro’s voice is just barely above a whisper.
“Yes I do. I want you to know how much you mean to me.” God, Johnny can’t believe he just said that but he can’t take it back now. He has to deal with the outcome of his words now.
It’s at that point that Gyro shifts even closer, their faces mere inches apart. Johnny's heart is beating erratically, and only continues to beat faster and Gyro raises his hand to Johnny’s cheek. He catches his eyes staring at his lips, then back to his own. Is this what Gyro wants? Johnny had to be reading too much into this. No way Gyro wants to kiss him… right?
Testing the waters, Johnny leans in just a smidge, looking down at Gyros lips too. He closes his eyes, hoping he read the situation correctly, but even if he’s reading it wrong, could Gyro even blame him? This is one of the most intimate moments of Johnny’s life, the gentle words, the close proximity, the hand on Johnny’s cheek. It would be stupid to read this as anything but romantic, right?
But, Johnny’s stresses are soon put to ease as he feels the press of a pair of lips on his. Soft, gentle. It was everything Johnny wanted. So much so that he can’t help but let out a small whimper against Gyro’s lips. In return, Gyro uses his tongue to coax Johnny’s mouth open, asking permission. Johnny obliges and lets Gyro explore his mouth with another whimper. Everything about it was heavenly. The way Gyros hand slides from his cheek down to the small of Johnny’s back, pulling him closer with his large hand. Johnny can’t feel it, but he wishes he could, more than anything. In an act of frustration, he wraps his arms around Gyro’s neck, moaning into his mouth. It was blissful. Just kissing, it was perfect.
To Johnny’s disappointment, they pull apart to catch their breath. They look into each other’s eyes, not saying a word, just panting quietly. Johnny could drown in those eyes. Those gentle, green eyes, half lidded but staring into his soul. Johnny decides it’s all too much and closes his eyes to connect their lips again.
“G-Gyro…” Johnny can’t help but moan.
This eggs Gyro on, as he takes his hand off Johnny’s back and slides it to the front to slide it up Johnny’s undershirt. Sliding more and more up his torso, closer to his chest. Johnny makes a weak attempt to buck his hips as a way to tell Gyro to keep going. Luckily, he understands and brushes his hand over Johnny’s chest. It is when his fingers glide over to his nipples that Johnny feels those butterflies again. Gyro flicks his nipple, tugs at it, pinches it and Johnny lets out a surprised whimper. He can feel Gyro grin against his lips, obviously proud of himself, so he continues, but disconnects their lips to say something.
“Are you sensitive here, principe?” Gyro teases, in such a deep voice. It's the first thing he had said since they started kissing.
“Shut up… ah-” Johnny lets out a particularly high pitched moan when Gyro pinches his nipple just that little bit harder, and Gyro chuckles, pulling Johnny’s undershirt up and sliding down his body so his face aligns with his chest.
And all of a sudden, Johnny feels a warm and wet feeling on his nipple. Gyro swirls his tongue all around it and it makes Johnny want to moan, but he can’t give Gyro the pleasure of knowing that he’s doing that to him. In a way to stop himself from moaning, he grabs onto Gyro’s hair for dear life, pulling at the scalp. Now it’s Gyro’s turn to groan. Is he for real? He likes having his hair pulled? That’s pretty hot, Johnny thought to himself. So, he kept pulling, and Gyro kept groaning, sending vibrations onto Johnny’s nipples as he sucked, licked and bit on them. But, Johnny can’t help the words that come out of his mouth shortly after.
“Gyro… I want you to… ah… touch me, please…” Johnny is practically melting in Gyro’s hands. He wants him to keep going. He’s desperate for it.
“Where do you want me to touch you, amore mio?” Gyro practically purrs, going back down to flick his tongue on his nipple.
“God Gyro… Just touch me everywhere…”
“Hmm, but I can’t just do everything. You gotta help me out too.” Gyro teases.
“God, of course Gyro I don’t care I’ll do anything…”
“Would you suck my dick?” Gyro says and it makes Johnny pause, flushing completely red.
“Suck your d-dick?” Johnny stammers, nervous.
“If that's what you’re comfortable with.”
Gyro looks up at him with a small smirk and Johnny nods. He’s nervous, of course. He wants to pleasure Gyro in return for the pleasure he received from him, but he’s not quite sure if he’ll be able to. He’s never done it before. He’s had many girls do it to him, but would he be able to do it himself? He can give it a try… The thought definitely turns him on…
“How do you want to do this? As in, what position.” Gyro asks as they separate.
“Just… sit on the edge of the bed and I’ll… I’ll get on my knees.” Johnny says as if he’s not quite sure.
But Gyro does as he’s told regardless and sits on the edge of the bed. Johnny follows and brings himself to the ground in front of Gyro’s legs. He stares at his clothed erection and it makes Johnny even more nervous. It looks big… It's almost intimidating. He looks up at Gyro, who’s leaning back on his hands, raising an eyebrow at Johnny. He must want him to get on with it… So, he put his hand on his clothed dick, feeling it up a little bit, and Gyro’s breath hitches just a bit. It gives Johnny a bit of confidence, a bit of encouragement. He slowly brings his hand up to the hem of Gyro’s boxers, and even slowly pulls it down, revealing more of his pubic hair and his V-line. But, nothing turns him on more than the sight of Gyro’s cock being pulled out of his underwear. It’s… quite large. Larger than he thought. Long. Just a tad girthier than average. Johnny’s mouth waters but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s nervous. He stares as Gyro reaches down and gives his cock a few strokes with his fist, bringing it down to Johnny’s face. He slightly taps him a bit on the cheek with it and it makes Johnny scowl.
“What the hell are you doing?” Johnny objects.
“Nyoho! You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized having my dick up to your face like this. Let me enjoy my moment.” Gyro grins down at him.
Johnny scoffs with the smallest of smiles, and Gyro slides his dick over his lips, requesting if he can enter. Still anxious, but excited, Johnny opens his mouth and gives the tip a tentative lick, a bit of precum leaking onto his tongue. He flicks his tongue, and then puts his whole mouth over the head and Gyro groans. It gives Johnny that bit of confidence he got before. He continues to flick his tongue, going lower, trying to fit more in his mouth. Thankfully, it doesn’t taste like much considering Gyro just showered. He feels a hand reach up to his scalp, a tug, getting back at him earlier. Johnny whimpers, but Gyro keeps his hand there. He strokes Johnny’s head, as if praising him. His dick goes further into his mouth, and the more he takes, the more Johnny struggles to fit it in but he tries. Gyro helps him, pushing his head down a bit, closer to his groin. Johnny gags when he feels it hit the back of his throat and pulls back up, but not fully off his dick. He’s determined to continue, so he goes back down, then up, then down, sucking as much as he can. Gyro throws his head back to groan again and Johnny loves it.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” Gyro praises.
Johnny moans at the name and brings his hands up to touch the base of his dick that he couldn’t reach into his mouth. It’s messy, but it’s hot. Especially when Gyro brings his own hands up to Johnny’s head and bucks his hips into his mouth. Johnny looks up at him, and Gyro shoots him a wink. It would be infuriating if he wasn’t so attracted to him. Regardless though, Johnny lets him fuck into his mouth, controlling his head, moving it up and down his big cock. There's saliva dripping down his chin, and a couple tear’s have streamed down his cheeks, but it’s so so hot and Johnny doesn’t care.
The sounds were obscene; the gagging and groaning from Johnny, the pants from Gyro. It was weird to be controlled like this. To have his mouth used. He would never do this with just anyone though. This is something he knew that he would only ever reserve for Gyro, but he would never tell him that. And he would never tell him how much he’s actually enjoying this, having Gyro shove his dick down his throat, filling his mouth up to be used. Gagging on it, crying on it, all to pleasure him. Sure, it was a little bit masochist of him in a sense, but it was fun and he liked pleasuring Gyro. He just had to make sure that Gyro would make it up to him because if he didn’t, Gyro wouldn’t be seeing the light of day ever again.
“J-Johnny… I’m gonna cum…” Gyro grunted, low and deep.
Johnny made a weak noise, not knowing whether to stop him and have him cum on his face, keep his dick in his mouth and let him cum down his throat, or pull out right now and not let him cum at all. All options were tempting, even the last one, but he decided to keep it in his mouth and take it.
“Always wanted to- hah- cum down your throat. S-see you choke on my cock…” Gyro growled, looking down at him with a pleased look on his face.
Johnny stared right back up at him, as if to let him know he wants him to cum right into his mouth. That must have been what tipped Gyro over the edge because he squints his eyes tightly in pleasure, and shoves his dick hard into Johnny, who lets out a small yelp. He feels his warm cum come out in spurts, leaking down his throat. It’s not the most pleasant of tastes, but it’s bearable.
Gyro does one final thrust, and pulls out of Johnny's swollen mouth. It leaves a string of saliva and cum connected to his lips, and Johnny’s panting for air, holding onto Gyro’s thighs for support. Johnny lets out a bit of a chuckle.
“Jesus, Gyro,” Johnny takes another big breath, “let me know next time when you want to destroy my throat.”
“Ah, sorry, my love, I guess I just got carried away… You did great, by the way, and you looked good doing it too, nyoho!”
“Don’t do that stupid laugh in a moment like this…” Johnny rolled his eyes.
“I simply cannot help myself, Johnny. Now, get on the bed so I can pleasure you. I think you deserve it, after all.” Gyro purred.
Johnny blushed, but did as he was told. He wasn’t quite so sure what Gyro was going to do, but he didn’t care. He said he was going to pleasure him, and that was enough. Johnny sat on the bed and turned his head to Gyro who was standing before him. His dick, which was softening (but Johnny can change that soon), was right in his face and it made him blush a little, but he refocused his attention to Gyro when he opened his mouth to speak.
“Mind if you take that undershirt and boxers off for me? It’s not fair to have only me naked.” Gyro teased.
Oh, right. Johnny had to be naked too. It’s not like he didn’t want Gyro to see him naked, but it’s just been a long time since anyone has seen him completely bare in a sexual context, so it was a little nerve racking. He’s glad he’s doing this for the first time in ages with Gyro though. He first pulls his undershirt over his head, exposing his chest, feeling Gyro’s hungry eyes on him. Not making eye contact, he reaches down to the hem of his own boxers, beginning to pull them down, a little hesitant. Gyro must have noticed.
“Are you alright, Johnny? You don’t have to be completely naked, we can work around that.” Gyro softly said, reaching a hand down to Johnny’s cheek.
“No, no, I want this. I just haven’t done this in a while so I’m a little nervous.” Johnny still didn’t make eye contact.
“You don’t have to be nervous. You’re beautiful, Johnny.” Gyro’s words were so gentle and kind, especially compared to how he was treating Johnny just a second ago with his dick in his mouth.
Johnny smiled, blushing as he felt Gyro smooth his thumb over Johnny’s cheek and then bring his hand back to his side. Feeling more comfortable, Johnny reaches down to pull his boxers down again, and this time, he’s not so hesitant. Slowly, he reveals his own dick. Not as big as Gyro’s, but still not bad. Gyro must think so too, because he whistles stupidly and slowly pushes Johnny chest so he’s falling back onto the bed.
Johnny found himself lying there on the bed, covering his chest, looking up at Gyro, who peered down at him with a grin. He looked at him all over and it was terribly embarrassing.
“Quit starin’…” Johnny huffed.
“But, it’s so hard not to. You’re beautiful, you know Johnny?” Gyro leant down to get close to him, caging him in his arms and it made Johnny’s stomach flutter.
Johnny sighed as Gyro connected their lips once again, wrapping his arms around the man's broad shoulders, further deepening the kiss. Gyro made a quiet moan as Johnny used his tongue to probe at Gyros lips, soon feeling their tongues connect. Johnny felt as if he could melt. He has wanted nothing more than this since he met the bloody man. He’s been driving him up the walls, watching him as he rode behind him, silently pining for this stupid man. Who knew that feeling would be mutual. Johnny felt dizzy at the realisation again. Gyro feels the same way and it's euphoric.
“Please… Gyro… Touch me…” Johnny huffed.
He was getting a little impatient, honestly. Gyro had already cum, so it made sense he wasn’t as much in a rush. Johnny, on the other hand, hadn’t felt that release yet. But, he trusts Gyro to fix that for him. He seems pretty confident with doing so, and it makes Johnny excited.
“Let me just get out something that will help us, yeah?” Gyro finishes his sentence with a wink to Johnny, who rolls his eyes and pretends he’s not absolutely desperate for him to just get his hands on his body.
Gyro grabs his little bottle of olive oil from his bag, the oil he normally uses for cooking. Guess it has more than one use… But it’s when Gyro comes back down to join Johnny back on the bed with said bottle, it all become excitingly real that he’s going to be fucked by Gyro. Fucked by Gyro and his huge cock. That cock that hangs between his legs, long and veiny, already hardening up again since he came. Johnny would put it in his mouth again if he wasn’t about to get fucked with it.
“Can you roll over for me, Johnny?” Gyro purrs down in Johnny’s ear.
Johnny can’t even form proper words to answer, just a little whine. He turns over onto his stomach, feeling Gyro’s hands spread his cheeks. Johnny, despite being very aroused, felt a little embarrassed being so exposed. Gyro lets out a hum as he stares, and it makes Johnny feel sheepish.
“You’re hole is so cute, Johnny. Just like the rest of you.” Gyro says, and it’s the most ridiculous thing Johnny has ever heard come out of Gyro’s mouth.
“Oh my god, shut the fuck up and just get on with it.” Johnny turns his head back towards Gyro to scowl, but he stops himself when he sees Gyro with his lust filled, half lidded eyes on him. It makes Johnny nervous, so he turns his head back again.
Gyro releases his cheeks and pours a helpful amount of oil on to his fingers, squeezing a little bit down Johnny’s ass too. It’s slick and messy, but something about it really turns Johnny on. Then, the feeling of Gyro’s thick fingers prodding at his hole makes him flinch a bit, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels Gyro breach the opening, pushing his index finger more inside, bit by bit.
“Let me know if it hurts, caro.” Gyro says in a low, caring voice. Johnny nods frantically.
Gyro keeps pushing in, until it gets down to his second knuckle, then he pulls back out, then pushes it slowly back in. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but it should ease soon, Johnny hoped. He hasn’t done this in a while, after all… Gyro watches his finger go in and out of Johnny’s tight hole, taking his time but is very impatient and wants nothing more than to shove his dick inside. It’s erotic. The slick sounds, Gyro’s fingers disappearing and reappearing from Johnny’s hole, clenching, the quiet little squeaks escaping from Johnny’s lips.
“Add another finger…” Johnny sighs.
Gyro does just that, slicking up a second finger and gently pushing it inside with the other. Johnny clenches around his fingers, just taking in the feeling of being slowly finger fucked.
“I can’t wait to fuck you Johnny…” Gyro said softly but voice still dripping with lust. “You look so good around my fingers, and you’ll look even better around my cock…”
“Mmm… Gyro, I need your dick so bad.” Johnny couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth…
He didn’t dwell on it too much as Gyro had touched a certain part inside Johnny by lifting his fingers up a bit, in a ‘come here’ motion, and it makes Johnny moan in delight and Gyro chuckle teasingly, as if he enjoys seeing Johnny ever so slowly fall apart, which he probably does. He continues to prod this area as Johnny squirms and moans at the feeling of his prostate being played with. He can practically feel Gyro’s grin on him, and he knows he’s enjoying this just as much as Johnny himself is.
“Gyro, I’m ready please fuck me…” Johnny didn’t need anymore of his fingers. He wanted the real thing.
“Anything you want, amore…” Gyro softly let his words drag out in a seductive way.
Gyro pulled his fingers out and admired his work, looking at Johnny’s slightly open hole clench around nothing as he was left empty. Then, Johnny heard slick sounds, turning around to see Gyro slicking up his cock with more oil as he grins down at Johnny. Gyro’s large hands come to Johnny’s hips as he raises them up and pulls them forward to align with his pelvis, leaving Johnny with his chest on the bed and his back arched. It’s when Johnny feels the faint feelings of Gyro’s cock resting on his hole that Johnny once again becomes increasingly aware of what’s happening. And it doesn’t compare to when Gyro starts to push the head in.
“Fuck…” Johnny grits through his teeth and Gyro slowly enters.
“Do you want me to stop?” Gyro asks, genuinely.
“No no,” Johnny frantically says. “Keep going, I’m fine. Just a bit uncomfortable at first.”
Gyro pushes in more and more until he bottoms out. He stares down at Johnny’s entrance hugging tightly to Gyro’s length. It’s hot, the way his pink hole swallows his dick. It almost throws Gyro into a trance until he hears Johnny groan at the feeling of being so full. So Gyro slowly pulls out, then slowly renters again and Johnny sighs pleasantly. It’s so very hot. Johnny loves the feeling; Gyro’s warm cock filling him up to the brim, Gyro’s hands on his small waist, his large hands nearly completely wrapping around him. It makes Johnny more aware of their size difference and it turns him on so much, for some reason.
Gyro fucks Johnny, pulling his cock nearly all the way out, just leaving the head in, then quickly snapping his hips forward to fill him back up again and it makes Johnny let out a long, drawn out whine. Seeing Johnny starting to feel more comfortable with the sheer size of Gyro, he speeds up his pace, panting as he stares down at Johnny’s soft, round ass. He can’t help himself and brings hand down to slap across his right ass cheek and Johnny squeaks in surprise, but also arousal.
“You like that?” Gyro chuckles with a smirk.
Johnny nods frantically and Gyro spanks him again, watching as his ass starts to form a red handprint where Gyro slapped. He rolls his hips, moving his cock in and out and Johnny is grabbing at the sheets, letting out little hums of delight as Gyro fucks him full. But, to Johnny’s disappointment, Gyro pulls out.
“H-Hey, what are you doing?” Johnny asks in annoyance.
Gyro grabs him by his waist again and manhandles him so he’s facing on his back.
“I want to look at you. I don’t doubt your face would be pretty when you’re getting fucked like this.” Gyro stares deep into Johnny’s eyes and it makes Johnny’s cheeks burn. He replies with nothing, but the whimper tells Gyro enough. He positions his pelvis back down to Johnny’s, pushing his cock back in and Johnny sighs at being filled again. Gyro rolls his hips slowly again, fucking Johnny passionately as he continues staring into Johnny’s icy blue eyes with his deep green ones. Johnny’s dick lies on his stomach, but Johnny refuses to touch it. So the smaller man wraps his slender arms around Gyro, pulling their faces closer so they can kiss. Their tongues intertwine sensually, both of them groaning from the pleasure and the feeling of kissing each other.
Johnny feels so happy. He is so in love with Gyro. Sex with Gyro felt different to every other sexual encounter he has had in his lifetime. This felt so much more genuine, romantic, caring, and honestly, it’s so much more hot. Gyro is so gorgeous, smirking down at Johnny and swaying his hips back and forth, making Johnny take his large cock over and over again. It feels heavenly and he feels like he could cry.
Gyro stops rolling his hips and goes back to more pushing back and forth at a faster pace, hitting that spot deep within Johnny. It’s at that point that Johnny actually does cry. He lets himself go limp, letting his arms fall to the sides of his head, with tears in his eyes as Gyro fucks him. He lets his head fall to the side, whimpering out little noises, but he feels Gyro’s fingers on his chin, pulling his face back to look at him.
“Look me in my eyes, baby. Don’t be so shy…” Gyro whispers, going back to rolling his hips in that seductive way of his, and Johnny feels like he could burst from the butterflies in his stomach and the heat in his cheeks.
Johnny can’t even respond, just letting his mouth hang open and the tears of pleasure fall from his eyes, feeling Gyro’s other hand come up to Johnny’s own, clasping it, intertwining their fingers, soon releasing his hold from Johnny’s chin and letting his other hand grab onto Johnny’s dick, jerking him off. They stare into each other’s eyes, both gasping and moaning at the sensations. It’s so… passionate, Johnny thinks.
He keeps hitting that spot, and Johnny doesn’t deny the fact that he’s about to cum. He wonders if Gyro is close, and judging by the look in Gyros face; the small bead of sweat on his forehead, the panting and grunting, the creased eyebrows, Johnny believes that the other man is close too.
“Johnny…” Gyro starts.
“Gyro…” Johnny moans back.
Gyro fucks into him at a more faster pace, but still keeping a rhythm, still hitting Johnny’s prostate with the head of his cock.
“Johnny… I’m close…” Gyro groans.
“Me too… Oh god, yes, yes, please Gyro… Cum inside me.” Johnny begs. Johnny has never really begged, but he doesn’t really care. It’s Gyro.
Gyro lets out a hum in response, continuing his pounding, the sound of skin slapping against each other, the slick sounds of Johnny’s hole taking Gyro’s girthy length, it all turns Johnny on so much. He just needs Gyro to cum in him, he needs it more than anything to feel that warm feeling in his belly.
“Gyro please I need your cum… I want to feel you release inside me… I’m all yours baby, yes please fill me with your cum.” Johnny shamelessly begs some more.
“I’ll give it to you, tesoro. I’ll fill you to the brim, make you mine…” Gyro grunts as he fucks Johnny urgently.
Gyro snaps his hips into Johnny, violently hitting Johnny’s prostate and he lets out a scream, feeling the build up of his orgasm finally release. He lets out a few spurts of cum from his dick, releasing on his stomach and Gyro’s hand. Speaking of Gyro, he still continues to fuck Johnny through his orgasm and Johnny squirms. He’s sensitive from coming already, but he wants Gyro to cum so he lets him continue. But, then he feels it, Gyro letting out a loud groan and Johnny feeling euphoric as he feels Gyro spill his own load inside him, warm and sticky. Gyro comes down from his orgasm while Johnny does too, and they’re both left panting and catching their breaths.
Wow… I can’t believe we just did that, Johnny thought to himself in a daze.
Gyro looks at him, smiling, and Johnny giggles. They can’t help themselves and they connect their lips again, even though Gyro’s still inside him. Sooner or later though, he pulls out with a wet sound and Johnny lets out a little whimper as he feels Gyro’s cum leak out of his slightly gaping hole. And, not to Johnny’s surprise, Gyro watches.
“Stop looking, you pervert.” Johnny scowls, bringing his hands to cover his hole, but he doesn’t come off as scary as would have liked to be because he is, afterall, a man who’s been fucked out by the man of his dreams and his big cock.
“Nyoho, like I said I can’t help myself. You look good leaking my cum.” Gyro says in a teasing manner.
“Oh shut up and go get a towel or something…” Johnny demands even though he is slightly turned on by what Gyro said. Gyro knows that so he doesn’t take it to heart.
Gyro comes back with a wet towel and brings it down to Johnny’s ass, cleaning him up gently. Once finished, he gives Johnny a kiss on his forehead, and cleans himself up. It was a tender moment between the two; a part of aftercare that Johnny never really got before with his previous partners. But, he doesn’t even think of his previous partners as Gyro joins him back down on the bed, rolling over to put an arm around Johnny.
“Thank you…” Johnny whispers.
“Hmm I should thank you. That was amazing, my love.” Gyro hums.
Johnny wrapped his arms around Gyro too, bringing his head up to his hairy chest and listening to the quiet thumping of Gyro's heart. It was comforting, and helped Johnny to relax. He truly was in love with this man, huh?
“Hey Gyro?” Johnny asked.
“Hmm?”
“I…” he starts, nervous, but decides he can’t go back now.
“I love you.” Johnny confidently says.
The words come out of his mouth so naturally. He’s been waiting to say that for a while. Regardless of Gyro’s response, he’s glad to know the words have finally left his lips. Fortunately for Johnny, the words that he secretly hoped Gyro would say, leave his lips too.
“I love you too, caro.”
Gyro brings a hand up to Johnny’s face and brushes a strand of hand behind his ear, looking down lovingly into his eyes, and Johnny smiles. He has never felt this happy. He feels warm and in love. What a spectacular feeling. He knows in the morning they’ll be back in the heat, riding their horses, racing across the U.S.A, being hunted down, but in this moment, just for a short time, they share a feeling of solitude and safety in each other's arms, calm and in love.