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Gyro walked up to the door of the motel room with a full to bursting plastic ‘thank you thank you thank you’ shopping bag in one hand and his backpack slung awkwardly around his shoulder. The sun had set and the last light made the sky on the edge of the horizon a gradient fading green to black and thick clouds hung in the atmosphere threatening to rain. He opened the door with his free hand while fighting the backpack from sliding down his arm, “Hey Johnny, I got snacks!" He grinned mischievously, “And a little something else." He and his friend had been on a road trip from California to New York and back during a gap semester but their trusty steed, Gyro's battered green 2005 Subaru Forester, had broken down leaving them stranded in Kansas while waiting on repairs. Something about the transmission, he didn't know, he was going to school to be a doctor not a mechanic.
“It's about time, I'm starving. What did you get?" Johnny replied, propped up on a pile of pillows on the queen size bed furthest from the door. The room was a disaster, decorative pillows and blankets were strewn across the floor, pulled from both the beds before they had a chance to actually sleep on them.
“And what if I wanted to use those?" Gyro half joked, ignoring the question and pointing at Johnny's handy work on the dirty motel floor, “I doubt anyone actually vacuums this carpet."
“If you think the floor is dirty you don't want to sleep on those. We're in a seedy motel in the middle of nowhere, you think they scrub the jizz out of those things every time someone checks out? If you took a blacklight to those things they'd light up like the fourth of July.” Johnny pressed on, "What's in the backpack?"
“Nyo-ho in due time!" He flashed his golden smile and tucked the backpack on the floor in the awkward foot wide space between his bed and the wall. Johnny frowned. He hated how secretive the man could be sometimes, he always told him, but he always made him wait for it. Guy’s Diners Drive-Ins and Dives played quietly on the old TV, but there was something about watching a man unhinge his jaw to shove a cheeseburger the size of his own head into his mouth that made Gyro feel a little queasy. “Ugh, I can't watch that guy eat while I do. Turn that off and I'll show you what I got for food."
“Yeah okay, they were playing this episode at the last hotel anyway." Johnny sighed and pressed the off button on the grimy remote, it was sticky from decades of use and the fact that the plastic itself had started deteriorating. The old CRT Television made a hearty and satisfying ‘ka-chunk’.
Gyro rustled through the plastic bag pulling out a couple different kinds of candy, two bags of chips, and some canned teas. Gyro could read the disappointment on his friend's face, “They didn't have any real food, sorry amico mio.”
Johnny understood, it was a small town, the grocery store and all 2 of the town's eateries were closed by the time they got the car towed and finished at the mechanic and the only place to get food was the gas station. As far as they knew they were the only ones staying at the motel that night, visitors were few and far between out there, and even the guy at the front desk had already locked up the main office and left for the night. Gyro tossed him a can of sweet tea, then a bag of corn chips, then finally a peanut butter cup, his favorite. “You remembered my favorite!" Johnny said with more surprise in his voice than he intended.
“Of course! Why wouldn't I? I'm a gentleman after all!" Gyro gave a deep, sarcastic bow with his hand over his heart, his long sandy blonde hair hung down over his shoulders. He was thoughtful… and sweet... and funny… and-
Johnny looked away quickly, hiding the pink in his cheeks, his face twisted up in disgust. Now was not the time to think gay thoughts about his best friend. They still had 1,500 miles to go til New York, let alone the journey back.
‘Try not to make it weird.’ he thought to himself. He liked Gyro and still wanted to be friends with him by the time they got home. Besides, Gyro was raised mega Catholic, they had never discussed gay stuff but he had a sinking feeling in his gut when he thought about bringing it up. He couldn't even tell his best friend he was trans for fucks sake.
“Something wrong with the food?" That was one of his other redeeming qualities. He was attentive.
“S’fine, don't worry about it. “ He quickly changed the subject, "God I'm starving.” He tore into the bag of chips and ate one, they were pretty good, some local brand he had never heard of but the idea was the same as a Frito if not a little less salty and a little more crunchy.
They sat on their respective beds eating their snacks, Gyro laid on his stomach kicking his feet lazily back and forth behind him with his head propped up in his hands like a tween at a sleepover dishing gossip. Johnny laid on his side with his elbow bent propping himself up slightly. They talked about their travel plans, Gyro's upcoming doctorate program, and how Johnny's physical therapy was going.
“You had your first appointment with the new guy on the 11th right? How'd it go?” Gyro took a sip of his peach tea.
“It was fine, it was at a pool. They had me strapped into this chair on a robotic arm that lowered me into the water, it had a seatbelt and everything. It felt like the clock ride at Chuck E Cheese.” Though the reference flew over the Italian's head he still nodded along. Unlike Johnny, Gyro hadn't known the pleasures of being an American child let loose in an animatronic pizza arcade so he shifted the conversation back to swimming.
“You know I was a lifeguard in a past life." Gyro reminisced wistfully “it was my first job.” Somehow Johnny could imagine it well, his bronze Mediterranean skin glowing in the sun, a thin white tank top stretched tight across his broad chest barely hiding anything and swim shorts that were maybe a little too short.
‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?’ He screamed at himself internally, swallowed hard and nodded along as Gyro told him about the pool he worked at and the old lady water aerobics classes he had to babysit on Tuesdays. He could barely pay attention, his mind wandered. He wondered if Gyro had ever thought about him like that. ‘Probably not. Of course not.’ he thought. Then the heavy weight of disappointment dropped into his stomach. There was no hiding it now, his face was beet red.
“Are you even listening?" Gyro pouted as he waved his hand in front of Johnny's face, “You're acting weird, Johnny."
"Y-yeah it's just hot in here I guess, maybe I just need to get some fresh air…” he quickly picked up his legs and swung them to the side of the bed where his wheelchair sat parked and waiting for him. He maneuvered his body into the seat and undid the breaks as he heard Gyro rustle in his backpack and cheerfully proclaim-
"Great, I'll come with you!” Gyro slipped his boots on and opened the door for Johnny bowing deeply again, he was a gentleman after all.
They sat on the porch of the motel under the metal awning as raindrops fell loudly on the roof. Johnny in his wheelchair and Gyro in a plastic adirondack older than him that once could have been described as white, but it was hard to tell now with how desperately it needed to be hosed off.
“Are you ready for the surprise?" He took a big breath and presented Johnny with a joint, twirling it between his fingers, “Ta-daaaa!" he beamed.
"Where did you get this? You know it's super illegal here right?” Johnny spoke in a hushed tone as his eyes darted back and forth, frantically scanning the completely empty motel parking lot for any wayward cops that might be hiding behind a lamp post or an especially chunky piece of gravel. As if he actually cared. He reached for it, he could never turn down a hit. He smelled the joint to see what terpenes he could pick up on, it was lemony and smelled good. “What is this?"
“The girl at the gas station sold it to me. Called it Alien Fart Bomb or something dumb like that- and it better be worth it cause it cost me more than the snacks.” He frowned slightly at the idea of being swindled with subpar weed before pulling a lighter from his pocket, flicking it and offering Johnny the flame.
“Fank you." his words were muffled with the joint pinched between his lips, he leaned in to touch the tip to the cone of fire and breathed in to pull the embers closer. Once he was sure the weed was burning he leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes. God he needed this tonight, the seats in Gyro's car were okay for short distances but after 1,500 miles his back was killing him. At home he would self medicate to manage his chronic pain, but since they were traveling across the country Gyro got nervous about getting pulled over with weed in the car so he decided his best bet was to leave it behind and hope that wherever they land for the night is in a legal state with a dispensary for a pre-roll. Ending up in nowhere Kansas was just bad luck on worse luck. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and passed it back to Gyro with a smudge of his blue lipstick on the cardboard filter.
Gyro took it between his fingers and brought it to his lips, taking a long drag and sinking further into the dusty chair beneath him. The glow of the embers lit his face softly, in the soft orange light Johnny could admire his long eyelashes and thick eyebrows. His proud Italian nose. Soft pouty lips… Strong jawline... He felt himself blush again but at least this time the darkness of the porch didn't give him away, just barely illuminated by the neon blue and pink “VACANCY" sign that flickered at the top of a pole by the main office building. They passed it back and forth for a few minutes in silence, listening to the rain fall as the joint shrank further and further down with every hit. The familiar feeling washed over them as they sank into the high. Johnny's anxious thoughts grew quieter and the pain in his back began to loosen its grip.
“Hey, Johnny." Gyro interrupted the silence. Exhaling, he looked at the filter pinched between his fingers; it was stained with traces of blue and green. His eyes wandered back to look at Johnny's face.
“Hmm?" He turned his head to meet his friends eyes, it was dark but his eyes glinted a dazzling green with the neon reflecting in them. His face was changed, not the smiley goofy Gyro he had come to expect when they smoked together but more serious.
“Come closer. I wanna try something…” he sounded sheepish? Embarrassed? Those were not words he'd ever use to describe someone like Gyro Zeppeli, but the tone of his voice was unsure. Johnny leaned forward waiting for whatever hilarious gag Gyro was about to pull and watched him take another hit. He held it in as he leaned forward in his chair to be face to face with Johnny. Gingerly, with the hand that wasn't holding the joint, he cupped Johnny's chin. His hand was big and strong, but his skin was soft and his touch was gentle. He pressed his lips to Johnny’s and parted them, letting the smoke flow out into his friend's mouth.
Johnny felt his head spin. He was kissing him. On the mouth. He had to control his breathing, if he gasped he'd cough the smoke back into Gyro's mouth and that would be a total mood killer. He inhaled slowly but shakily and closed his eyes. Their mouths parted and he fought the urge to hold it in forever before he allowed himself to let the cloud go, he took a second to steel himself then opened his eyes.
Gyro was cheesing it hard, “I've ALWAYS wanted to do that!" Light from the neon sign caught in his grill flashing Johnny with that goofy golden smile as he leaned back into his chair and kicked his feet a little in excitement.
Wanted to do…What? Kiss him? Or shotgun a hit into someone else's mouth? Even after they had been mouth to mouth, he couldn't tell if he had intended the gesture to be romantic or if he was just trying out a trick he had seen someone else do at a party. He felt his eyes sting, but not from the smoke, it was the threat of tears. His shoulders trembled as he fought with his own emotions. Here he was having a gay crisis over falling head over heels with his best friend for over a year now, and there he was kissing him and giggling about it after not even half of a joint?
‘What the fuck was in that joint?’ he thought to himself and stared at Gyro in disbelief.
He had never asked Gyro what his sexuality was, he once talked about a woman he had been with before so he had assumed he was straight. Hell, before he met Gyro he had assumed he was straight too. He liked Gyro, he was the first and only friend he made after a year alone living in California after his dad kicked him out. He didn't want to ruin the good thing they had going. But the way Gyro acted around him sometimes was just so. Romantic? He thought of the way he'd call him in his free time between classes even if it was just a few minutes, but that's just how friends are, he thought. Friends who are a little codependent maybe. Gyro practically lived at Johnny's side, he had his own apartment but most nights he slept on Johnny's couch.
He had thought about just telling him to move in already, because the nights when Gyro wasn't there just felt empty.
“Gyro… I just need you to be honest with me for a second, no jokes.” His voice was stern but Johnny felt the first tear roll down his cheek, he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. “What do you want from me?"
“Well, I want to see you smile. And for you to laugh at my jokes even if you think they're not that funny. And…” He was too high to have a filter anymore, whatever the girl at the gas station gave him was definitely worth the money. "Fuck Johnny, I want you to want me… The way I want you.”
“The way you want me?" Johnny repeated incredulously, he had a hard time believing anyone would want him as he was, a bit of self loathing he had a hard time letting go of.
“The way I need you.” Gyro said with more desperation this time.
“And what way is that?" Johnny's heart pounded in his chest, he needed to hear Gyro say it.
"Johnny, there's simply no one else for me. It's you. No one knows me like you do- no one gets me like you do." He could hear Johnny's breath hitch with tears. Ash from the joint in Gyro’s hand fell on the arm of the plastic chair, already pocked and melted from thousands of cigarettes being put out on it over the decades. “I've been thinking about it for a while. There's obviously something between us. I mean- We practically live together, and when you're not around it's like the whole world goes dark. Let's cut the shit and stop pretending like this is just how friends are with each other. I want to build a life out here in America and when I imagine doing it, you're always there. Johnny, I-” he paused for a second mustering up the courage to say it, the weed gave him some but the rest had to come from him, “I was going to wait til we got back to say all this but… over this last year… I've been falling in love with you. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”
“Gyro…” it was quite the confession.
“Promise me- promise me you'll say it again when you're sober. All of it. I need to hear you say it again.” It wasn't that he didn't believe Gyro's words, the man's voice was dripping with sincerity, but he needed to know it wasn't just the mystery weed making him say it.
“I promise. I'll say it as many times as you need- I promise.” His hand fumbled in the dark to find Johnny's, and clumsily locked their pinkies together to seal the deal. “So what do you say? Do you want to be with me?"
“Okay… Yeah." Johnny nodded and wiped his face with the heel of his palm. He eyed the joint burning down in Gyro's fingers, nearly gone. “Fuck it." He reached for it and took a long drag, some of the smoke was definitely the burning filter. He stamped out the roach on the arm of Gyro's chair and made a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers prompting Gyro to eagerly lean in close. He grabbed a fist full of his shirt by the collar and pressed his lips against Gyro’s, shotgunning the smoke into his mouth. Gyro breathed it in deeply, letting it fill every inch of his lungs and holding it for a second before letting go. He knew holding it in didn't do anything, but he wanted to hold onto it like a treasured gift.
“Definitely some filter in that one." He laughed before his lips were once again met with Johnny’s, he felt a tongue slip into his mouth and couldn't hold back a grin. ‘Finally.’ His eyes fluttered closed. Their tongues circled each other. Johnny's hands moved up to hold his face, he felt the patchy facial hair and stubble scratch his skin. He had given him shit about his odd choice in facial hair a couple times but now he didn't mind it, it was just more of him to feel.
Johnny's hands trailed down Gyro's face, to his neck, then his chest. Oh God his chest. Gyros shirt was tight across his pecs leaving very little to the imagination, though the fabric around the collar had stretched out a bit from him grabbing it just a minute earlier.
Johnny pulled away and looked at his companion with that burning determination in his eyes. “I want you, Gyro. I've wanted you for so long.” And tonight he was going to get what he wanted. “Come here."
Gyro swiftly moved to straddle Johnny's lap in his chair, the wheels made it a tight fit but he didn't care, he needed to be as close to him as possible. As they made out Johnny's hand wandered to Gyro's ass, his jeans were tight and Gyro moaned into his mouth at the touch. Johnny wanted to feel all of him, his hands moved up Gyro’s back under his shirt. Gyro's skin was hot to the touch, burning with arousal.
Johnny moaned a bit as Gyro held his lower lip between his teeth and groped at his chest and then- A semi truck loudly drove by on the highway in front of the motel giving them a brisk reminder of where they were.
“Come on, let's go in. I need you." Gyro hummed, his lips still grazing against Johnny's. He stood up and walked to the door and unlocked it, this was happening. He unlocked his brakes, and rolled after him. Gyro held the door for him as he rolled back into the privacy of the motel room. A sinking feeling hit him, Gyro didn't know. He imagined the shock and confusion on his face when he would take off his pants and reveal he has a pussy. But he wanted this, and it was going to have to happen to get what he wanted. If Gyro really loved him like he said he did, he wouldn't care if he didn't have a dick, he would love all of him.
‘I guess this is the true test…’ he thought to himself. He heard the door shut and the locks click behind him followed by a soft ‘thwump’ on the floor. When he craned around he found what he was looking for, Gyro's shirt laid on the floor in an unceremonious pile. He quickly wheeled around to the edge of one of the beds and locked his wheels as fast as he could in his altered state, pulling himself onto the mattress quickly positioning himself so he could get a full view of the majesty on display before him.
Coarse hair covered his torso in a tantalizing pattern drawing his eyes from Gyro's chest and down in a straight line to the happy trail peeking out from above his tacky oversized belt buckle. And there he saw them, 2 pink horizontal scars across Gyro's chest under each pec and one above his belt buckle cutting a line through his happy trail. How had he never seen him without a shirt in all the time they had been friends?
“Those scars. Gyro are y-"
“I guess this was gonna have to come up eventually.” He interrupted, “It might as well be now… I'm a man, but I haven't always been… I uh- I hope this doesn't change how you feel about me, Johnny.”
Johnny felt a tremendous wave of relief wash over him, he was just like him. He wrestled his shirt off taking his hat with it, then threw them to the ground and presented his own scars.
Gyro beamed seeing Johnny's top surgery scars, he smacked his palm on his forehead and laughed at how scared he had been, “We match!" He walked to the side of the bed and ran his fingers along Johnny's incision marks. "This whole time we matched…" He bit his lip looking at Johnny's naked torso, his upper body was toned after 3 years of having to do everything with his arms. Gyro admired his physique and crawled on to the bed to straddle him pressing his crotch against Johnny's.
Johnny couldn't help but touch what was so tantalizingly close in front of him. His hands met Gyro's soft pillowy chest, trailing his thumbs across the scars. Gyro leaned in to kiss him, breathing heavily into Johnny's eager mouth, they were smearing lipstick till it was a mottled blue-green that graced both of their lips.
He ground against Johnny’s lap as they locked lips. Gyro rubbed Johnny's bare chest taking extra care to give attention to his nipples. He trailed kisses down the younger man's jaw, then his neck, then his chest before latching on to one of his nipples, circling the tender bud with his tongue. This drove Johnny mad, since losing feeling below his waist he had definitely gotten more sensitive elsewhere.
“Ffffuck Gyro…” his chest rose and fell heavily as he panted and moaned under his best friend- his boyfriend. He couldn't feel it but he knew he was wet. Gyro ground his crotch against him, the sight was intoxicating. “Can I?" Johnny managed to ask in between his heavy pants and moans as he tugged at the waistband of Gyro's jeans.
“Please?" Gyro whined into the crook of his neck marked with the beginnings of hickeys and smeared with the messy teal lipstick they were now both wearing. He gave Johnny's neck one last kiss and sat up straight to watch as Johnny pawed him through his jeans, his bronze skin flush with arousal. He bit his lip as the man under him undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly revealing the shape of his cock poorly concealed under the green fabric of his underwear. Surprised, Johnny gently traced the bulge and slowly dug his fingers under the elastic waistband pulling them down; it felt too real to be a packer.
And there it was, soft but thick, sandy blonde curls framed his proud member, a scar ran down the underside from the tip to the base. He had heard of phalloplasty before but he had never seen one in real life. Then another thought came to him. He hadn't thought about what sex would be like after getting shot.
“Gyro I-I've never done this before -with another guy I mean.” He said sheepishly, "And I haven't really had any action since- y'know. It's been a while. I don't have much feeling down there anymore so- I'm just saying if I don't cum it's not your fault. It's normal.”
“That's okay,” he looked embarrassed and scratched his neck nervously. "I admit I haven't had any action since getting this done so it's gonna be new for me too. So I guess let's find out what's good together okay?” The idea of them exploring each other's bodies made Johnny blush hard, “Just uh. Gimme a second." He squeezed the implant in his balls a few times to get himself hard, it was like a magic trick. “Ta-daaaa~"
Johnny stared down the barrel and swallowed hard. He felt dizzy, a mixture of weed and arousal made his thoughts go completely blank. He touched it softly at first, tracing the scar that went along the length of his penis, then grabbed it and began to stroke slowly. Gyro moaned as he stroked him, his hands rubbing Johnny's biceps feeling the muscles flex as he worked at Gyros dick.
“Fffuck” he hissed through gritted teeth and leaned back down to lock lips. Without pulling away he found the waistband to Johnny's pants and tugged it down enough to get a handful of the wet messy curls between the younger man's thighs. “Let go for a bit, I want to make you feel good first. Tell me where you feel it." He spoke lips barely apart from Johnny's. He didn't want to let go but he complied, his hand released Gyro's member and immediately found themselves back at his chest, feeling him up for all he was worth as Gyro rubbed his clit and spread him open. Gyro pulled Johnny's sweatpants the rest of the way down over his feet. “Open your mouth.” He brought his fingers to Johnny's mouth and touched them to his lips. Johnny obeyed and opened, taking Gyro's fingers in his mouth, he could taste himself on his fingers as he sucked on them. They felt soft on his tongue until Gyro was satisfied with how wet they were and pulled out. He watched as the hand moved back down to his cunt and slid up and down at his entrance. “I'm gonna put a finger in now."
“Okay…" Johnny watched wide eyed as Gyro slowly worked a finger into his hole, he remembered how soft gyros hands felt on his face and tongue and could only imagine how soft his fingers must feel inside of him. He watched as Gyro slipped in another finger and slowly moved them in and out just to his second knuckle.
“Anything here?" Gyro looked to him for any sort of reaction.
“Not really, can you go deeper?" He bit his lip and Gyro complied. It took a second but then he felt it, a sensation in his abdomen that he hadn't felt in a long time. Gyro’s fingers were as deep as they'd go but were curling up to put pressure on his g-spot. “There! It's so weird, I can't feel your fingers but I feel a pressure.”
“Weird how?" Gyro paused, worried that he could be doing something wrong.
“No, don't stop, it's good! It feels good, keep going." He grabbed Gyro's wrist before he could pull out "Please...” He wanted this so badly, and he wasn't above begging.
"Good good.” Gyro purred and continued, he gave Johnny one last kiss on the lips before moving back to lay on his stomach between Johnny's legs leaving a trail of kiss marks down Johnny's body, never once letting up on Johnny's g-spot. "Now just relax and let me take care of you.” He kissed Johnny's tdick before taking it in his mouth, circling it with his tongue and sucking while he continued to finger him.
“I can feel the pressure from you sucking, it's good." The intensity of the new sensations made him arch his back, he hadn't felt anything like that in a while. His hands instinctually went to the back of Gyro’s head, his fingers gripped his hair at the scalp to keep him from pulling away. Gyro moaned at the roughness and the vibration of his voice on his clit sent a wave of pleasure up Johnny's spine. “Just like that."
After a few minutes Gyro tapped Johnny's leg to signal he needed air and Johnny let go of his hair.
“Here, tap here instead,” he guided Gyro's hand from his thigh to his side just above his hip. "That way I can feel you." Gyro nodded and rubbed his thumb in a circle on Johnny's side as he went back to work. He flicked tongue over his tdick while he sucked, only stopping occasionally to catch a breath before diving back in for another mouthful. With the hand that wasn't three fingers deep in him, he grabbed Johnny's hand and guided it back to the back of his head where it had held onto him before. He liked when he pulled his hair. Johnny brought his other hand back to Gyro's hair and pulled to give him what he wanted and he in turn gave out a satisfied moan, the vibration from his voice sending another wave of pleasure through him.
With each press on his g-spot he felt himself getting closer and closer, Johnny's fingers entwined in the long sandy blonde hair. He didn't want it to end but he knew at this rate he wouldn't last, “I'm so close." He whined and bit his lower lip. "Oh fuck, Gyro, I'm gonna cum!" His eyes wrenched shut and he threw his head back into the pillows and arched his back. He felt all the muscles in his upper half seize up before relaxing, melting into the sheets in ecstasy. He drew deep heavy breaths and opened one eye to look down at Gyro, he loosened his grip on his hair and moved his hands to rest on either side of Gyro's face.
Gyro turned his face in to one of Johnny's hands and kissed the middle of his palm. He looked back at his companion and Johnny caressed his cheeks with his thumbs before letting his arms fall limp at his sides.
“That was incredible, Gyro, I didn't think I could still cum like that."
Johnny used his arms to sit up and leaned forward still trying to get his breath back to normal, Gyro got to his hands and knees and crawled to close the gap between their lips, Johnny could taste himself on Gyro's tongue. As they pulled away from each other to breathe, Johnny caught a glimpse of Gyro's cock still hard between his legs.
“I wanna make you feel good too, tell me what to do." Johnny said and Gyro moved to stand up at the side of the bed, dropped his jeans and underwear around his ankles and impatiently kicked them off.
“Here sit up on the edge of the bed" he helped Johnny position his legs so he was sitting on the edge with Gyro's cock at face height. “Can you use your mouth? Like I did?" Johnny nodded and took the head of Gyro's cock in his mouth without protest and swirled his tongue around his head before working his way further down. Teal lipstick left faint marks where he tightened his lips around him.
“I'm gonna move, let me know if it's too much.” He guided Johnny's hand to the same spot above his hip that Johnny had shown him, and in turn he rubbed small circles into his skin with his thumb just as Gyro had done in acknowledgement. Johnny felt Gyro's hands move to grab the back of his head as his hips rocked into his face, slow and shallow at first making sure to let Johnny adjust to his length, then picking up the pace slightly and settling into a rhythm.
“I've wanted to do this with you for such a long time Johnny. I know you've felt the same, you haven't taken your eyes off my tits since we left California.” He thrusted harder hitting the back of Johnny's throat causing him to gag. Johnny tapped his fingers on Gyro's hip and pulled off with a loud gasp.
“That's not true. I've been staring at your ass too." He coughed and wiped the string of spit that connected his lips and Gyro's member “-And it's been a lot longer than that." He licked up and down Gyro's shaft, paying extra attention to the scar running his length on the underside, that seemed to be where Gyro was most sensitive. He deepthroated him again, taking him down to the base and coming back up to suck on the tip.
Gyro threw his head back and moaned, he wasn't even thrusting anymore, it was all Johnny.
Johnny snapped his fingers and pointed at his own eyes, he wanted Gyro to watch him as he took him and buried his face in his curls. The sight was more than he could take, his breath was ragged through his clenched teeth, “Fuck I'm gonna-" he put his hands on the back of Johnny's head again and gave a few final thrusts in his mouth before a full body orgasm rocked through him. “I'm sorry I didn't last very long, I've never felt anything like that before.”
“Don't worry about it." He smiled and wiped the spit from his lips, they were barely teal anymore, most of what he was wearing was on Gyro now. Like an artist after finishing a painting, he sat back and admired his work.
Gyro stood over Johnny trying to control his breath, his chest slowly rising and falling. He leaned down to softly kiss Johnny and Johnny draped his arms around his neck to hold him close. They stayed like that for a minute, Johnny nestled his face into the crook of Gyro's neck and breathed in deep, taking in his scent.
“Oh my god you stink." Johnny teased and let go, he mockingly fanned the air away in front of his face. “Go take a shower." He lightly pushed him away.
“Yeah well! You don't smell like roses either!" Gyro bit back with his hands on his hips, he leaned down to give Johnny one more kiss and grabbed his shampoo from his duffle bag before meandering into the bathroom.
"I'd kill for a shower right now, I've had nothing but sponge baths for the last week and a half." Johnny said to himself as he ran his fingers through his greasy hair, no one in the hospitality business had ever heard of a shower stool before apparently. Then he heard Gyro making a commotion from the bathroom.
“Johnny! Johnny, you're not gonna believe this!” He peered his head around the door frame, "There's a bench in the shower!" Johnny's eyes lit up, of all the places to have an accessible shower he was not expecting it to be a rinky-dink motel in Podunk Kansas. He didn't care, he was going to have an honest to God shower. "I don't think your chair is gonna fit though, the rest of the bathroom isn't that big." Gyro added before Johnny could move to his chair.
Johnny thought about it for a second and weighed his options. “Do you think you could lift me?" Gyro's earlier comment about the cleanliness of the floors echoed in his mind, he didn't want to have to crawl on the floor especially not after he got out of the shower.
"Yeah, what do you weigh? Like 5 pounds?" He teased, “How do you want me to pick you up?” Gyro walked back into the room and stood next to the bed where Johnny sat.
“Here, wrap your arm around my back and put your other arm under my knees." Johnny wrapped his arms around Gyro's neck to help take a little bit of the weight off his arms.
“Ah, bridal style." Gyro smirked as he watched Johnny's face turn a bright pink again at the comment.
“Dude shut up!" said Johnny playfully. Gyro grunted and strained a bit, tossing him up a little trying to get more purchase, lifting him up was more difficult than he thought it would be. Johnny had lost some muscle mass in his legs but he more than made up for it in his torso and arms. He was dense. “Don't drop me.” He gave a wicked smile, he liked seeing Gyro struggle and sweat a little under his weight.
Gyro was determined to put on a show of his strength and with much grunting and swearing in a mixture of English and Italian under his breath, managed to get him through the bathroom door and nudged the shower door open with his elbow. It wasn't exactly a shining example of ADA compliance but there was a bench built into the wall and a small plastic hand railing suctioned onto the tile. He set Johnny down on the bench and caught his breath.
“Well, might as well shower together since we're already in here and naked." Unthinking, Gyro twisted the knob on the faucet and blasted them both with freezing cold water, sobering them up a bit. Gyro yelled and clambered up onto the bench behind Johnny using him as a human shield against the cold water.
“GYRO!!" Johnny squirmed and put his arms up in front of himself to try to block the water from blasting him in the face but it was useless.
“I’M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" He wasn't. He laughed and stepped back down onto the floor braving the cold water to point the showerhead down towards the floor. Johnny looked like a miserable wet cat, the water had gotten him square in the face and he couldn't help but laugh harder.
He held his hand out under the water til it started running warm, It took a minute to heat up and then took some more finagling with the knob to perfect the temperature. Once it was right he angled the shower head back towards Johnny, careful not to get him in the face again. “How's this?"
“Perfect. You're gonna have to drag me out kicking and screaming.” He joked but he was hellbent on staying in as long as he could.
They scrubbed themselves with the cheap ivory soap that the motel provided and a threadbare washcloth that had seen better days. It didn't feel great on the skin but it was better than nothing.
“Here, let me help." Johnny rubbed the cloth along Gyro's back and arms, an excuse to touch his muscles some more. The water rolled down his bronze skin in little drops and rivers contouring his shape. Gyro turned to face him and they each helped the other wash the lipstick off their faces and bodies. It felt like a shame to undo all that work, but Johnny took pride in the hickeys and love marks that stayed behind after the lipstick was gone. They might as well have spelled out “Property of Johnny Joestar"
“Johnny? I've been meaning to ask, why didn't you tell me you were trans? Not that you needed to, just- curious.”
"Probably the same reason you never told me, I was worried it would change how you saw me.” He couldn't help but laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation. Both of them harboring the same deep dark secret, too scared that it would change the way the other thought about them. “I’m not gonna lie, I was really relieved to see these." Johnny admitted while tracing Gyro's top surgery scars with his fingertips, “I still would have fucked you either way and wouldn't have regretted it but... I don't know, it just feels like I don't have to worry about it anymore. Like you understand.”
Gyro nodded along in agreement, “I know what you mean, I feel the same. I guess you could say it's a real weight off our chests!” He gave Johnny a big goofy grin and pointed to his incision scars.
Johnny stared at him in disbelief for a second before breaking into a smile, snorting and laughing hard. “Pfft- Yeah I guess you could say that.”
Gyro felt his heart do a flip in his chest, hearing Johnny laugh at his jokes was all he wanted. He placed a kiss on Johnny's forehead, "C’mon amore mio, let me wash your hair for you." He put shampoo in the palm of his hand and lathered it up between his palms. He messaged it into Johnny's scalp and used his fingers as a comb to separate out the tangles in his hair.
‘Amore mio’ those words reverberated in his head and washed over him like a wave, he liked when Gyro called him amico mio, he liked this even better. Johnny closed his eyes and let Gyro take care of him, it was nice. For the first time since he became disabled it felt good to let someone take care of him like this. For the first time he felt it was out of love, not pity. He bent forward to let the water wash the suds out of his hair, and Gyro went back to work with his conditioner, some expensive brand because Gyro didn't fuck around when it came to his hair care routine. It was mint and rosemary, Johnny loved the smell, it was soothing but most importantly it smelled like Gyro.
“You gotta let this one sit for a bit for it to soak into your hair, while we wait, could you do mine?” Gyro sat down on the shower floor between Johnny's knees with his back facing him to give him better access. Johnny was happy to take care of him in turn, he lathered the shampoo into his hair and hummed while his fingers massaged his scalp. Gyro listened intently. It was quiet and hard to hear over the sound of the water but he recognized the song, I’m On Fire by Bruce Springsteen, one of Johnny's favorites. He closed his eyes and took it all in, there was nowhere he'd rather be in that moment.
They washed the conditioner out of their hair and Johnny took a minute to just let the water roll down his shoulders, Gyro turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to get towels.
“I don't think my hair has ever smelled this nice." Johnny took a deep breath in through his nose filling his lungs with the scent.
“It's gonna look and feel so much nicer too, I've seen the stuff you keep in your shower, I'm surprised you're not bald by now.” Gyro teased him and threw a towel over Johnny's head. They toweled off and Gyro carried Johnny back out to the main room for them to get dressed in their sleep clothes. Gyro wore a black T-shirt that he had cut the sleeves off himself and green cotton shorts that landed mid thigh. Johnny wore an oversized powder blue hoodie with the logo of the horse riding camp he used to go to emblazoned across the front and navy blue basketball shorts.
“Do you wanna go out for another smoke?” Gyro grinned and pulled another joint from his backpack. Johnny looked at him in surprise, "What, you thought I bought just one? Who do you take me for?" Johnny smiled, he could never turn down a hit.
They lit up on the porch again, Gyro was more mindful of sitting on the dusty Adirondack chair in his pajamas this time and elected to stand. The rain had ended and the moon was out reflecting in puddles in the gravel.
Gyro took out his phone and pulled up the song Johnny was humming in the shower. The opening synth and guitar of I'm On Fire played softly, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and stepped out into the gravel parking lot, lit by the moon and the neon vacancy sign.
“Come dance with me, Johnny," he took another hit and swayed soulfully in time to the drum beat as Bruce Springsteen began to sing.
♪ Hey little girl is your daddy home?
Did he go and leave you all alone? Mhmm
I got a bad desire
Oh oh oh I'm on fire ♪
Johnny unlocked his brakes and rolled out from under the awning into the gravel parking lot to where Gyro was waiting for him, one hand holding the joint and the other outstretched.
♪ Tell me now baby, is he good to you?
And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no.
I can take you higher
Oh oh oh I'm on fire ♪
He grabbed Gyro's hand and swayed along with him to the soft synth music coming from Gyro's pocket. They were both grinning ear to ear like idiots dressed in their pajamas and dancing along to the music while passing the joint back and forth.
♪ Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley
Through the middle of my skull ♪
Gyro held one of Johnny's hands over his head and ran around his wheelchair in a sort of twirl, bowing low and kissing his hand.
♪ At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire ♪
Gyro gave the joint one last hit, stamped the roach on the bottom of his boot while holding his breath and leaned down to kiss Johnny, sharing the last hit with him.
♪ Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire ♪
Pulling away, Gyro sang along with Bruce Springsteen as he vocalized at the end of the song, but from Gyro it was more akin to hooting and hollering. Johnny laughed as the song faded out, smiling wide as he watched Gyro throw his head back and howl along to the music. The song ended and the sounds of the night grew louder, crickets sang in the field across the road and a light breeze rustled the grass.
“Wait, Johnny look up." Gyro stood staring up at the sky.
"Holy shit…” The last of the clouds had rolled away while they had been smoking and dancing. The town they were in was so small and isolated it barely generated any sort of light pollution. Johnny felt Gyro squeeze his hand. They could see the Milky Way stretch across the sky in a band of glittering stars that cut the sky in two.
“Wait here!" Gyro took off running back into the motel room and unlocked the door leaving Johnny sitting alone by himself in the middle of the gravel parking lot.
“What- Gyro!" He watched the door nervously for a minute and then shifted his gaze back up to the stars, if he was going to be locked out of the motel room for a bit he might as well sight see. He felt the beginnings of a cramp in his neck as he heard the soft click of the door opening and closing again.
Gyro shuffled out with the discarded decorative blankets and pillows and found a patch of the gravel that had begun to dry. He spread them out and covered the blanket and pillows with the top sheet from his bed.
“The nasty blanket will protect us from the gravel and the clean sheet will protect us from the nasty blanket!" He grinned at his own ingenuity and gestured to Johnny to come lay down on the ground with him.
Johnny came over to the blanket and Gyro offered his arm as support to help him lower himself to the ground. Gyro sat beside him and laid back, pulling Johnny down with him.
“Let's see…” gyro squinted and stroked his chin “Ah!" He pointed at the sky “There's Ursa Major. Soooo- that bright star there must be Polaris.” Johnny shifted a bit to press his body up against Gyro and rested his head against his shoulder.
“And where's Pegasus?" Johnny didn't know much about constellations but he always paid attention when there was a horse involved.
“Sorry amore mio, Pegasus won't be visible to us until fall.”
“Aw, well I guess we're going to have to come back in a few months so we can see it." He joked and fell silent for a few seconds. "I like when you call me that. Amore mio. Do you mind if I call you a pet name too?”
“I mean Gyro’s already a pet name. So I guess I don't mind."
“What?" Johnny sat up on his elbow to look at Gyro, “You have a different name?”
“Oh, I didn't tell you?" Gyro laid staring up at the sky, “It's probably cause it's kind of embarrassing. My real name is Julius.” he threw in air quotes around the word ‘real’. “I don't really go by it though cause I didn't get to choose it. But it's what's on my documents… Julius Caesar Zeppeli.”
“Woah." Johnny studied Gyro's face, this was not the face of a Julius, he thought. “You don't look like a Julius to me."
"Tell that to my dad, he's the one that named me.” He folded his hands over his chest and took in a big breath. "Well first he named me Julie Ceaser Zeppeli, because of the whole being born a girl thing. And then when I came out it was weird because I could tell he was conflicted from a Catholic standpoint. But he was always disappointed his first born wasn't a son. So he just pretended I was always his son and started calling me Julius, which was what my parents had planned on naming me anyway. Before I was born without a dick and ruined it.”
“Well I'm gonna stick with calling you Gyro if that's cool with you.” Johnny snuggled up to Gyro again, “My deadname was Joanie. It's not much of a change to be honest, but I like how Johnny feels on the tongue.”
“I like how Johnny feels on the tongue too, if you catch my drift.” Gyro snickered and made a crude gesture of holding up a peace sign to his mouth and flicking his tongue between his fingers.
Johnny turned beet red and buried his face in the neck of his hoodie.
“Dude shut up!!" He gave him a playful punch on the arm and Gyro laughed.
They laid in the parking lot for another half an hour, Gyro pointed out stars and constellations he knew when he saw them and Johnny tried his best to follow Gyro's finger as he pointed into the sky.
“Ok my backs gonna be mad at me if I lay on the ground any longer." Johnny sat up and stretched.
“Alright, gimme a second." Gyro stood up and once again offered his arm as support to help Johnny to get off the ground and back into his chair. He shook the blankets and pillows off before bundling them back up in a wad under his arm.
As they made their way into the motel Johnny could feel himself crashing, it was almost 2am now. He pulled up to the side of the bed, untucked the comforter and sheets from under the mattress, locked his wheels and hoisted himself onto the bed once more.
Gyro moved to the other bed and made a show of it “I guess I'll tuck myself into this bed... Alone… All by myself… With no one to hold me tight in his big, strong, beefy, gigantic, huge, large, muscley arms…” He let out a lengthy and dramatic sigh and wrapped his arms around himself, then looked over his shoulder at Johnny.
"Are you done?" Johnny held the blanket up for him to crawl in.
“Yeah, I'm done.” He quickly tucked himself under the covers and snuggled up to Johnny. “Goodnight Johnny, I love you." He gave him a quick kiss.
"G’night Gyro, love you too.” Johnny smiled and drifted off to sleep.
He dreamt he was on the back of his old appaloosa, Slow dancer. Her spotted gray coat shone in the sun as he raced against Gyro on a chestnut brown stock horse down the highway. With his feet in the stirrups and hands on the reigns he sat up tall and felt the wind hit his face. He was neck and neck with Gyro and bearing down on a finish line when he was awoken abruptly by Gyro's phone ringing. He felt Gyro move under him, his arm was wrapped around his torso, they had ended up spooning for most of the night with Gyro as the little spoon.
“Mmmmhello?... Speaking… Two more days?... That's fine… Yeah, we’ve got a place to stay… Okay… Yeah thanks for the update… Mhmm okay bye.” He hung up and looked at the time on his phone, 9:36 am. “Johnny you awake?"
“Mhmm…" It wasn't very convincing. “Was that the mechanic?" His voice was muffled from his face being buried against Gyro’s shirt.
“Yeah he said he can't get the replacement part for another 2 days. So it looks like we're going to be stuck here for a bit.” His voice was groggy from sleep.
Johnny opened his eyes, he saw the back of Gyro’s head and messy hair. He began to recall the events of the previous night. He remembered the mystery weed, making out, oral sex, the shower, more mystery weed, Bruce Springsteen, and laying in the parking lot. “Jesus Christ, what was in that joint?" He rubbed his eye.
“Whatever it was, I'm going back and getting more.” Gyro rolled onto his back, still under Johnny's arm, and turned his head to face him, “Good morning." He kissed him softly.
"Morning, how'd you sleep?" Johnny stretched and rested his hand back on Gyro's chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breath.
“I slept ok, though I had a crazy dream about getting chased by a snarling animal and woke up to you snoring in my ear.”
“I don't snore!” Johnny refuted.
"Uh- yeah you do, loudly. Like this-" Gyro made loud snarling and growling noises poking fun at him, Johnny laughed, grabbed a pillow and covered his face to shut him up. “Hwphdyusleef?” Gyro asked in a quiet, muffled voice.
"What?" He took the pillow off his face.
“I said, how’d you sleep?” Gyro rolled over to face Johnny and ran his fingers through his hair, the fancy conditioner worked wonders on it. He softly pulled a loose ringlet just so it was straight and let go, watching it bounce back into shape.
“Oh, fine. I dreamt about horses, you and I were racing on this long desert highway.”
"Did I win?" Gyro smiled.
“It was neck and neck, I woke up before the finish line."
“Go back to sleep so I can win." Gyro put his thumb and index finger on Johnny's eyelids and forcibly closed them.
“Yeah right, it's my dream, I'm going to win.” His eyes were still closed, "Ok I'm asleep now, oh man would you look at that you fell in a big hole Wile E. Coyote style and didn't even finish. Man, that's real bad luck, Gyro.”
"You're not asleep, you're way too quiet."
"You want me to be loud in bed? S’that it? How about this?” He rolled onto his back and tossed his head side to side on the pillow, "OH GYRO! OOOH GYROOOO OHH!!-” There was a knock on the door. Johnny's eyes opened wide and made eye contact with Gyro whose mouth was agape in a surprised smile. His face turned a bright shade of red. He pulled the covers over his face and hid. Gyro fought to bury his laughter all the way to the door.
Johnny heard the soft click of the door and half of a muffled conversation. “Oh hey! … Yeah, I just got a call from the mechanic, it's gonna be another 2 days. … Yeah, you can go ahead and put it on the same card. ... Oh by the way, is there a place that serves breakfast in town?... Okay thanks! ... Yeah, we will!”
He heard the door close and Gyro burst into laughter, Johnny threw the covers off and sat up hunched over with his face in his hands. “I can never show my face in this town again. We have to leave now, forget the car, we're just going to have to start walking."
Gyro wiped tears from his eyes, his face hurt from smiling. “Ooooh my god,” he looked in the mirror at himself, turning his head back and forth to examine his neck, "AND I'm covered in hickeys. Oh man he wouldn't look me in the eyes, guess our secrets out.”
Johnny gave a heavy sigh and skipped the other 4 stages of grief between shock, denial and acceptance, “I guess I have more embarrassing secrets to keep than having an Italian boy toy… Did I hear something about breakfast?”