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Johnny hit the training mat with a thud and a winded groan, grimacing as he clutched at his ribs. At least this time the blow that had sent him practically flying wasn't aimed at his face, he had nursed that particular nasty bruise for days in hopes it wouldn't leave any lasting damage on his main money maker.
“Jesus, man! I thought we were just sparring.” Johnny complained, sitting up with another groan. His ribs really didn't like it when he moved like that.
“We are,” Kenshi responded, looking down at the other man with an overwhelming air of superiority he'd had since they first started training at Liu Kang’s little academy. “It's not my fault you can't take a hit.”
“I can take a hit!” Johnny protested, frustration starting to take him over.
“Stunt work doesn't count, Cage. You've obviously never been in a real fight.”
Johnny rolled his eyes, again with this pompous “I'm better than you” attitude. God, he really wished there was some way he could get Kenshi to just shut up.
“I've been in tons of real fights.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest where he still sat on the training ground's mat. It was Kenshi's turn to act annoyed at the almost immature display Johnny had just put on, staring down at the actor with a deep frown that seemed permanently etched onto his face.
“You act like such a child, it's a miracle a woman decided to marry you.” Kenshi commented with a small sigh, shaking his head from side to side.
That comment really pissed Johnny off. He could handle all of the insults about his fighting (to an extent), but the wounds that Kris leaving him caused were still fresh and raw, and here Kenshi was, sticking his fingers into the open gash and tugging on his exposed nerves endings.
“Probably because I am- I was a great fucking husband? Attentive, caring, and amazing in bed.” Johnny snapped back, not entirely meaning to add that last part. It made Kenshi snort though, his frown pulling up into a disbelieving looking smirk.
“Amazing in bed, huh? You strike me more as having more bark than bite.” Kenshi responded, his voice sounding uncharacteristically mocking. It made something deep inside Johnny flare up with rage. “How long do you last? Two, maybe three minutes?”
Johnny sprung up to his feet, his gaze set into a glare that was focused directly on Kenshi. They were practically chest to chest now, so close that Johnny could feel the sweaty heat from their sparring session radiating off of the other man. It distracted him from how he was planning on beating Kenshi to a pulp, his eyes drawn down to how the swordsman's clothes clung to his muscles.
An idea suddenly sprang to life in Johnny's mind, a smirk creeping up onto his own face.
“Oh yeah? How about I prove how wrong you are?” Johnny offered, his proximity to the other man making a familiar warmth burn in his stomach. He hadn't felt something like it in far too long.
Kenshi, on the other hand, looked shocked. His mouth hung slightly open, confusion painted across his expression. His eyebrows nearly instantly furrowed together as what Johnny had said sunk in, a grimace taking over his previous confused surprise.
“What the hell are you talking about, Cage?” Kenshi practically spat his words out, and if it wasn't for the light pink flush starting to creep its way onto the other man's cheeks, Johnny would've believed he was disgusted.
“Hm, what a pretty poker face, Kendoll. I could help you make it big in Hollywood with those acting skills.” Johnny taunted, his voice turning slightly sing-songy.
That seemed to piss Kenshi off even more than before, the other man's hand shooting up to grab Johnny's collar before he could even react. It just made him more excited though, taking a sharp breath in as he tried to quell the stirring in the front of his pants.
“Cut. It. Out.” Kenshi growled, his teeth gritted together. “What did you mean by that?”
“Oo, interested, are we? I meant it exactly how I said it. I could show you exactly how long I can last…” Johnny paused for effect, letting his eyes roam up and down Kenshi's body for a moment. It was hilarious to watch how the other man stiffened under his gaze. “I’d even bet Sento I'll hold out longer than you.”
Kenshi paused, hesitantly letting go of Johnny's shirt but not backing away from the other man. There was a long stretch of silence between the minuscule space left between them, the only noise audible being the heavy sounds of their breathing slowly slipping into tandem.
“Like hell you could.” Kenshi finally muttered, a small but competitive looking smile tugging at his lips.
“You'd be surprised.” Johnny replied with a matching expression, nodding his head back in the direction of their shared room. “If we're actually doing this, that is.”
Kenshi was already walking that way before Johnny could even register the lack of heat right in front of him, the other man glancing over his shoulder with a smirk.
“We're doing this.” He confirmed, giving him a quick nod of his head. “And I'm gonna wipe the floor with you like I just did on the training mat.”
Johnny jogged to catch up with Kenshi, frowning as he was mocked for his performance earlier.
“Hey, it's not my fault we were both fighting with different mindsets.” Johnny protested. “I didn't even know you were gonna hit me!”
The argument persisted all the way to their room, only going quiet once the door closed behind him. Johnny guessed it was when reality really sank in, that they were really going to have a go at it. He felt a nervous sweat spring up on his brow, how would they even do this? For all he had talked and boasted, Johnny hadn't even slept with another man since before Kris and him had gotten married. Should he just whip it out or something??
But as he was stressing, Johnny felt Kenshi's hand grab onto his shoulder. He was abruptly pushed onto the other man's bed, not registering it until he felt the sheets wrinkle underneath him. Johnny was fully prepared to feel the other on top of him next, closing his eyes as the bed dipped under Kenshi's weight.
It never happened though. Johnny peeked up to see Kenshi sitting cross legged in front of him, staring expectantly back at him. Embarrassment churned in the actor's stomach as he sat up to match the other man, trying his best to look much more relaxed than he was.
“So… you gonna whip it out?” Johnny asked, glancing down at the front of Kenshi's pants. The other man snorted, shaking his head in amusement.
“Sure, Cage. Sure.” Kenshi responded, shifting so that he was sitting on his knees. Johnny watched as he reached his hands down and began to undo his pants, his breath catching in his throat as he watched Kenshi slide them down to rest just below his thighs.
He could already see the imprint of the other man's bulge pressing against the front of his boxers, stirring up the unavoidable but petty curiosity of whether or not Kenshi was bigger than him.
Johnny was going to have to pause that thought for now though, the sound of Kenshi’s unnaturally quiet voice piping up and shattering the fragile silence that had been suspended in between them.
“Are you gonna return the favor?” Kenshi asked, leaning in so close Johnny could feel the breaths that each word pushed out of the other man's mouth puffing against his ear.
“Of course I am, how else would we get this party started?” Johnny responded, brushing off the other man's remark as well as how it sent a small shiver down his spine.
He fumbled with his own pants for a moment, trying to untie the belt that kept the obnoxiously bright yellow training gear they had to keep on while at Lui Kang's academy fixed around him. He was a little jealous of how fast Kenshi had gotten his off, struggling to undo his own. Maybe it was his own nerves that sabotaged his clumsy attempts at getting naked.
“Need help?” Kenshi asked, obviously trying not to laugh at him. It pissed Johnny off, he already felt like he was losing.
“No, I've got it perfectly under control.” Johnny grumbled through gritted teeth, his eyebrows knitting together as the more he tried to untie himself the harder it got to do so.
But before he knew it, Johnny could feel the warm skin of Kenshi's hands on top of his own. They gently stopped his fumbling, moving his fingers off of the rough rope belt that had been plaguing him. Kenshi silently undid the knot with irritating ease, his hands falling back to his sides.
“...Thank you.” Johnny mumbled, sliding his own pants down. He didn't want to think about how much harder the feeling of Kenshi's strong hands undoing his clothes had made him.
The actor slipped out of his boxers, hesitantly grabbing a hold of his dick. Kenshi mirrored his actions, and it wasn't long until they both had their hands on their cocks.
Johnny was starting to feel a strong sense of deja vu, thinking back to one of his more popular Western films. He had gotten really into the role, and during the last act he had a scene where he was supposed to lose a duel. The intensity of standing in front of the other actor, sweat running down his brow from the oppressive stage lights, couldn't even hold a candle to this.
Johnny had never been more on edge, wondering how they were supposed to draw their ‘pistols’. When were they supposed to start? Was there gonna be a countdown?
Johnny winced, he had absentmindedly tightened his grip on his dick a little too hard while lost in his thoughts. And even worse, Kenshi noticed. He raised his gaze off of where he had been looking at Johnny's lap, no doubtedly judging him, to stare curiously at the actor’s expression.
“We don't have to do this if you don't want to.” The swordsman said, his tone too casual for Johnny's taste. The actor shook his head, taking a deep breath in and out to try and relax.
“Nah, I'm… I'm just a little out of practice.” Johnny joked. “I haven't gotten the chance to jerk it for a while since I've been cooped up with you.”
Kenshi chuckled softly, the deep sound rumbling up from his chest. Johnny didn't want to think about how much he liked it.
“Well, it's a good thing you had this idea then. Wouldn't want you to get even more pent up, yeah?” Kenshi retorted. “You'd be absolutely insufferable.”
“I could say the same thing about you. Maybe this'll knock the stick in your ass loose.” Johnny shot back with a grin, the comforting feeling of being able to freely bicker with the other man somewhat relaxing him.
Kenshi barked out a laugh this time, covering his mouth with one of his hands as he continued. It caused the sleeves he always wore under his training uniform slid down just enough so that Johnny caught a glimpse of ink. Intricate tattoos wound up the other man's wrist, coloring his pale skin brilliant shades of orange, red, and teal until they petered out and back into nothingness on the back of his hand.
Johnny sucked in a breath as he took them in, silently wondering how many more Kenshi had hidden away. The swordsman was always so secretive in the communal showers, never letting anyone see him completely bare. He wondered if the other man would let him see them someday, they were already doing terrible things to his mind.
The sound of Kenshi's voice brought him back to reality, Johnny's eyes quickly snapping back up to the other man's face. He had one eyebrow raised, his lips curling into a smirk.
“Did you even hear me?” Kenshi asked, his head tilted to the side.
“No, sorry. Your boring voice almost lulled me to sleep, I was trying to fight off the drowsiness.” Johnny responded, his lie earning him a scoff from Kenshi.
“Well I hope you can stay awake long enough for me to count us off.” Kenshi shot back, still smirking.
Johnny nodded, taking a deep breath in and out to prepare himself. He just needed to last longer than Kenshi. That should be easy, his body count was probably more than double the other man's.
“Three…” Kenshi began, leaning in. He was so close Johnny could feel each number puffing against the side of his head. Fuck, Kenshi's voice was right in his ear now, that definitely wouldn't help him last longer. The other man was cheating.
“Two… one…” Kenshi paused for a second, Johnny could see his eyes flickering down to where the actor's hand was primed and at the ready. Johnny was barely able to make out what was behind the other man's gaze, whether it was interest or competitiveness.
“Go.”
The two men's hands began to move in unison, Kenshi's pace lagging behind slightly. That bastard, he was trying to make him lose. Johnny immediately matched him, until they were stroking themselves in a fair, even way.
But Johnny wasn't intending to keep it that way, he wanted to screw the other man over in any way he could. Not that he needed the advantage, of course, but Kenshi’s breath had started to pick up. And it was really distracting.
Each exhale the swordsman let out made Johnny's hair stand on end, the deep sound of the occasional groan Kenshi made causing the actor to unconsciously pump himself faster. He had to force himself to keep his speed steady, no matter how much the other man was turning him on.
So he tried to focus on anything else, his eyes flickering around him. But Kenshi was just too close, Johnny's entire view was just the other man's body. His muscular, sexy, partially naked body.
Johnny absentmindedly let his eyes wander down to where Kenshi was rubbing himself off, trying and failing not to focus on the swordsman's dick. He was uncut, a realization that made Johnny stare even harder.
Watching Kenshi stroke himself was starting to make Johnny wonder what it would be like to have the swordsman's hand wrapped around his own cock. Kenshi's calluses were so much tougher than his own, no doubt built up over years and years. What would they feel like?
Johnny could almost imagine it. The other man's grip would be slightly tighter than his own, his hand moving a little too fast just like the actor liked it.
“Fuck.” Johnny groaned, his head falling forward as he tried to bring himself out of his overactive imagination. His forehead landed on Kenshi’s shoulder, feeling the other man's body tense as he leaned against him.
Johnny was practically panting now, barely registering how fast he was moving his hand. He needed to get a hold of himself before he accidentally made himself lose. The actor let out a grunt as he forced himself to slow his pace down a little, unconsciously turning his face towards Kenshi's neck.
He wanted to bite it, to suck on the other man's sensitive skin until there was clear proof he had bested him. He wanted Kenshi to have to wear even more layers underneath his training uniform, to have to hide away dark red and purple marks. Johnny's lips hovered over Kenshi's neck, ready to give in to his fantasies.
“Cage…” Kenshi muttered warningly, his ragged voice ragged and breathy. It made Johnny realize how much the other man was being affected by him and his actions.
Johnny had an idea of how to win even easier now.
“Kenshi…” The actor moaned in response, playing up the noises he had wanted to let out this whole time. He took in sharp gasps against the other man's skin, leaning into him so far their chests were practically flush together.
Johnny could feel Kenshi's heartbeat, thundering and quick as the actor purposefully squirmed against the other man. The breath that the swordsman had been puffing against his ear hitched in his throat, and Johnny decided he had never heard something so utterly gratifying.
Johnny glanced down at Kenshi's leaking cock, silently rejoicing over the fact that the other man wouldn't last much longer. Admittedly, he wouldn't either. As much as he was affecting the swordsman, all of Kenshi's reactions were turning Johnny on as well, if not more.
So he really needed to up his game.
The swordsman's jaw clenched as Johnny let out another obnoxiously loud moan, his head rising up to stare directly into the actor's eyes. Johnny looked right back, his own eyes half-lidded and fluttering whenever his hand got close to his tip.
“Kenshi…” Johnny whined, getting his face so close to the other man their noses were practically touching.
“You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?” Kenshi was speaking through gritted teeth now. His hand had slowed down so much it could've been mistaken for not moving it at all, the sight sending pride through Johnny's chest.
“Doing what on purpose?” Johnny asked, feigning innocence with a grin. “I'm just… really horny right now, Kenshi…”
“Stop doing that.” Kenshi snapped.
“Doing what?”
“You know damn well what I'm talking about, Cage.” Kenshi spat the actor's name out like its very existence personally offended him, the furrow between his brows getting deeper as he spoke it. The swordsman leaned in each time he talked, and whether it was because of muscle memory or something else, Johnny wanted so badly to keep still just to see what would happen.
But he didn't, matching Kenshi's action with one of his own. All the way until he was practically sideways, bracing himself with the hand that had long since stilled on his cock. He knew that getting himself off to their little bickering session would be a terrible idea if he wanted to win.
But Kenshi kept pushing forwards, practically forcing Johnny to fall back against the stiff mattress with a small grunt.
The other man's eyes were burning with anger, fiery and staring down at Johnny like they wanted to melt a hole through him. But the actor could see something else stoking the fire inside of Kenshi, small but intense embers of pure lust. They made the other man's eyes drift down to where Johnny's hands had moved down to brace against the bed.
“You stopped.” Kenshi commented, his own hand sliding off of his dick. The two men's hips were dangerously close to touching each other, something Johnny had to force himself not to think about or else he'd make them do a lot worse. “Does that mean I win?”
Johnny scoffed, gripping onto the sheets underneath him as the image of Kenshi’s half naked body hovering right over him got to be too much. He didn't want to admit how much he wanted the other man, in any way he could have him.
“As if.” Johnny responded, his legs unconsciously spreading to accommodate the swordsman. “I know you don't know what it looks like, but I haven't cum yet.”
Kenshi shot a glare down at Johnny, his palms resting on the actor's thighs. He pushed them even further apart, settling himself in between the other man's legs. Johnny could've lifted his hips and felt the heat of Kenshi's erection pressed against his own.
“I'll figure it out soon enough.” The swordsman grumbled under his breath, dragging his hands up to Johnny's hips. Kenshi hesitated for a moment afterwards, his fingers twitching as he halted his next action.
Kenshi's eyes fell down to exactly what Johnny wanted them to, where the other man's dick was leaking onto his own. The actor bit down into his bottom lip, an idea flickering to life inside of his head.
“You wanna up the stakes?” Johnny asked, smirking up at the other man. To his benefit, Kenshi looked intrigued.
“What do you have in mind?”
Johnny's hands left the sheets, momentarily resting on top of Kenshi's own. He felt the swordsman pause as he did so, his eyebrows raising as Johnny guided his hands to wrap around both of their girths. He squeezed the other man's hands before letting go, laying back against the bed.
Kenshi chuckled as the realization of what Johnny was trying to get him to do passed over his face, nonetheless complying with the actor's silent request.
“Lazy bastard…” The swordsman murmured as he began to pump his hands over the two of them, the motion ripping a groan out of Johnny that he hadn't exactly meant to let out. He pretended it also wasn't because of the other man's insult.
Kenshi's hands felt exactly how they imagined them, even better somehow. His calluses felt heavenly, and the sensation of the swordsman's slick cock against his own… Johnny let out a moan. Not one of the over exaggerated, slightly shrill ones he had been mocking Kenshi with. He hadn’t made a sound like that in far too long.
He could feel himself nearing the edge, his breath quickening until he could barely get enough of it into his lungs. Johnny balled his hands up into fists, trying to use the pinpricks of pain that his fingernails digging into his palm sent up his nerves.
He could feel Kenshi's hips moving against him, making small and sloppy thrusts into his own hands. Johnny knew they were because the other man was nearing his climax as well, the swordsman's grunts and groans almost getting as loud as his own noises.
Johnny only needed a couple more strokes of Kenshi's rough hands, the warmth from the other man's body spreading into his own. It snaked around his stomach, constricting tightly around the base of his gut until the actor thought his very nerves would snap from the strain.
But then Johnny felt it give way, his chest free to heave up and down and up and down as white danced over his vision. He scrambled for something to hold on to, anything at all to ground him as moans were ripped out of his throat.
Johnny felt hands gripping his own, threading fingers through fingers as quiet grunts echoed in his ears. He felt hot liquid splash against his stomach as he realized Kenshi had tipped over the edge at the same time he did, their breaths mingling together as the exhaustion hit the two men.
Johnny stared up at Kenshi's expression, eyebrows furrowed like they always were. The other man couldn't even relax when he was cumming. But the swordsman's eyes were hazy, and looking right back at Johnny. He almost felt himself waver under them, before Kenshi spoke up.
“What do we do with a tie?” He asked, his voice sounding breathy and slightly staggered.
“Go another round?” Johnny offered, a grin spreading over his own expression as he felt all of the hesitance the other man's gaze had caused melting away.
Kenshi paused, blinking down at the other man in shock. It quickly morphed into annoyance, rolling his eyes as he sat up. Johnny's hands felt emptier than they had before as Kenshi took his own back, not yet mirroring the other man's actions. He stayed lounging against the bed, hands clasped behind his head.
“That's a terrible idea.” The swordsman responded.
“But pretty tempting, huh?”
“...Only if you promise to play fair this time.”