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The night was moonless and clear, the roaring campfire was the only source of light, illuminating the camp and the two men that sat by the fire. Logs popped from the heat and embers flew up to join the stars glittering above. They were idly talking about the events of the day and how they hadn't expected the race to turn out like this at all.
“I'm sorry about punching you. Before, I mean.” Gyro scratched his head awkwardly and stared at the bruise forming on the underside of Johnny's jaw.
"It's fine." Johnny didn't want to have such a serious confrontation, he didn't actually care that much about it. “No hard feelings, besides it wasn't that hard." He added casually bruising Gyro's ego.
"Wh- Yes it was! I hit you full force! Your jaw is turning purple where I hit you!" Gyro took his hat off and threw it on the ground in annoyance. He didn't like the implication that he was weak.
“Yeah, I'm pale, I bruise easily. Besides, it doesn't hurt anymore. Really, Gyro, it's fine. Don't stress yourself over it.” Johnny stared at the fire, poking at it with a stick causing more embers to shoot up out of it.
Gyro stared angrily and annoyed at the younger man. “Yeah well. You're not so tough either."
Johnny dropped the stick and finally turned to look at Gyro, “And what's that supposed to mean?" His stare burned a hole through Gyro, half expecting him to say something about his legs.
"Just that I could take you in a fight no problem. I'm older, I had four little brothers, I've probably been in more fights than you, I know every trick in the book." Gyro tried to speak nonchalantly but it was obvious he cared a lot, Johnny dropped his guard once he knew it wasn't a dig at him, just bravado and machismo going to Gyro's head.
“Oh please.” Johnny rolled his eyes, "You couldn't fight your way out of a headlock without those steel balls."
“No way, I totally could!" Gyro snapped back, pouting and furrowing his brow. “I could get out of a headlock with one hand behind my back!"
“Prove it then, wanna bet?" Johnny curled his arm and flexed his bicep, he patted the muscle with his other hand, “I wager you can't." He goaded Gyro along, he liked seeing him get all indignant when he teased him like that.
"Okay, and what do I get when I win?" Gyro crossed his arms and pretended not to be a little intimidated by the size of Johnny's biceps.
Johnny scoffed, “when you win?" He scratched his chin in thought, he didn't really have any extra money he was willing to bet, the race had worn his funds down quite a bit, and they shared most of their gear between them anyway, “Hmm. Well, what do you want?"
“If I win then you have to follow my orders. Do what I say when I say it." Gyro reached out his hand for Johnny to shake on it. Johnny reached for it but stopped short.
"And if I win. I get to be in charge." He countered, “Deal?"
Gyro locked eyes with him reading his face. He smirked and shook his hand, “Deal.” There was no way Johnny could hold an advantage over him, he didn't want to say it out loud but he had half a body's strength advantage over him. Without warning he lunged at Johnny, tackling him to the ground, taking him by surprise and knocking the wind out of him. He pinned him down by the shoulders. Johnny struggled under him, and with grunting and gritted teeth, he grappled and pushed Gyro’s face away with the palm of his hand hitting him square in the nose. He sat up as Gyro reeled back in pain, blood dripped down over his lip and into his open mouth. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, staining the dark purple cloth bracers an even deeper hue. He looked at the blood on his hands and spat the blood from his mouth at Johnny landing square on his cheek. Johnny wiped at the blood on his face and smeared it on Gyro's chest.
“You fucker-" Gyro lunged again but this time Johnny was prepared, he grabbed one of his arms and twisted it, Gyro had no choice but to turn with it unless he wanted him to dislocate his shoulder. He groaned while Johnny held his wrist in place with one hand and wrapped the crook of his arm around his neck putting him tight in a headlock.
“Isn't this what you were bragging about? One hand behind your back? Go on. Show me how it's done then." He smiled wickedly in victory and spoke in a low voice in Gyro's ear. His breath was hot on his neck and his mouth was close enough he felt Johnny’s blue stained lips graze his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Gyro paused wide eyed for a brief second just trying to make sense of what had just happened, but Johnny squeezed tighter causing him to panic. He struggled and thrashed trying to use his weight against him, his free arm was grasping for any sort of strategic hold on Johnny's arm.
“I'm not letting go til you call mercy." The blood was rushing to his head as Johnny squeezed his neck between his bicep and forearm. He struggled to take in a breath, he could feel his pulse pounding in his neck. He felt an intense twinge in his groin as he ran out of air. “You can call mercy any time." Johnny shook his head and teased him. Gyro’s eyes wrenched shut and he gritted his teeth as he fought to free himself but it was no use, Johnny had him in a vice grip and if he didn't tap out he would pass out.
“M-mer...cy." He croaked and tapped Johnny's arm and he immediately let go. Gyro gasped for air, beads of sweat clung to his forehead and his eyes were wide. He was panting hard with all his weight rested against Johnny as he laid there limp trying to regain his composure. His eyes were wild and darting back and forth in shock at what had just happened in his pants.
“You good?" Johnny grabbed Gyro's jaw and turned his head towards him to look him over. Gyro felt himself melt at being man-handled. His eyes met Johnny's and he felt his cunt twitch again and his eyes quickly darted away. He couldn't believe himself, but he wanted more.
“I'm good… I'm good… you win.” He said between heavy breaths and Johnny let go, “Um. Johnny…" Gyro’s face burned hot in embarrassment, he couldn't believe he was about to ask what he was about to ask. He buried his face in his hands to hide how red his face had gotten before running his hands down his face, smearing blood down his chin and accepting the position he found himself in. "Can you do that again?” he studied the younger man's face for any sign of reaction but Johnny gave nothing away, he felt pathetic for asking. “It's just. It felt different... And uh. I liked it?” He gave an apologetic smile, trying to cut the awkwardness, his gold teeth stained red with blood.
"Oh my god, you're seriously getting off on this?” Johnny shook his head and wiped the blood off his own face with the back of his hand, "Dude that's messed up." He watched the humiliation creep over Gyro's face.
Gyro immediately sat up to give Johnny more space, afraid he had overstepped the line, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ask-” He felt a hand grab him by the collar and pull him back down to the dirt, Johnny took Gyro’s neck between his muscles again but didn't squeeze.
“Is this what you want? Or should I go tighter?”
"Uh. T-tighter." he couldn't believe this was really happening.
“Beg for it then." Johnny was cashing in his prize now.
“Please?”
"Please what? Say my name." Johnny spoke through gritted teeth.
Gyro weighed it in his mind, he could back out and keep his dignity, or he could debase himself and get what he wanted. He remembered the handshake deal and relented, Johnny would respect him less for backing out of a deal than for whatever was about to happen anyway. “Please Johnny, please go tighter." Johnny tightened his grip and put his other hand around the back of his head and held his wrist to put him in a full headlock. Gyro brought his hands up to the arm around his neck, he felt the muscles straining under his touch. He gritted his teeth and the blood rushed to his head again as he struggled to breathe. He could feel the pulse in his neck beating hard. He spread his legs and one hand shakily moved to rub himself.
“Ah-ah! Hands off or I stop." Johnny ordered into Gyro's ear before he could touch himself, if he was going to be in charge then he was going to decide if and when Gyro was going to get off. Gyro let out a small whine of frustration much to both their surprise. "You're such a pervert, dude." He laughed at him, it was like kerosene on a bonfire. Gyro moaned weakly as he struggled for air. “What? You like when I call you that? You like being called a pervert?" Gyro gave a small nod, though he could barely move his head while Johnny had him in a choke hold. “Well pervert, do what I say when I say it and I might even get you off myself. Understood?”
They had never really gone this far before, there had been a few times when Johnny heard Gyro masturbating when he thought Johnny was asleep. Johnny had actually been bold enough to join him once, they had been on opposite sides of the tent just watching each other touch themselves and that was something they both quietly decided to not bring up in the light of day, but needless to say the unspoken sexual tension between them had been rising like the sun.
“Mer-cy," he tapped Johnny's arm and Johnny loosened his grip and moved his hand down to rest on Gyro's chest, he felt it rise and fall heavily as he caught his breath. His senses heightened with the rush of oxygen giving him a high, the smell of smoke, and Johnny’s scent filled his nostrils. In his altered state the orange light of the campfire made Johnny glow like the harvest moon, orange light flickering and dancing on his skin, making the shine in his hair glitter like stars. His eyes were dilated taking in every bit of light, he saw the golden spiral in the curve of his eyes, the slope of his nose, the pout of his lips, the curl of his hair. He loomed over him like one of the marble statues of the angels he'd pray to in church. And in that moment of pure euphoria he thought to himself, “I could learn to worship him too…”
He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, kissing at the muscle of his bicep and breathing hard and hot on Johnny's skin. His hands trailed up and down the length of his arm, feeling every inch, every bulge, every vein, as he kissed and licked at the skin in devotion.
Johnny's head span at the sight of Gyro tossing aside his dignity for him. He watched his lips trail lipstick and blood across his skin and felt the hot breath and softness of his tongue. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, his nerves fired off in over drive, each kiss felt like electricity arching off his skin. He couldn't handle it anymore. Johnny grabbed his face, roughly squishing his cheeks between his fingers and mashed their lips together, his hand moved down from his face to paw at Gyro over his pants, he moaned and Johnny took the opportunity to put his tongue in his open mouth. Their tongues circled each other, the metalic taste of blood lingered. Johnny held his bottom lip between his teeth and Gyro traced his teeth and top lip with his tongue in turn. Johnny stopped rubbing Gyro's crotch and pulled his shirt up, he rubbed his stomach and felt the coarse hair of his happy trail under his fingers. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of Gyro's pants, their tongues messily wrestling with each other. Sucking, biting and groping they lay on the dirt in front of the fire, no one else for miles to see or judge what was about to happen.
Johnny's hand went further and further down, the coarse pubic hair was wetter the closer he got to Gyro's cunt. “You're soaked.” Johnny found his clit, it was impressively thick and erect. "Woah. You really like when I choke you out that much?” Gyro nodded ashamedly and moaned as Johnny’s fingers rubbed slowly back and forth against him. Johnny could feel it twitching in excitement under his fingers. Gyro moved his hips in rhythm with Johnny as he ran the full length of his fingers up and down Gyro's cunt.
“Then have some more." Johnny tightened his arm around his neck once more making his eyes roll back and flutter. He bucked his hips into Johnny's hand as he held his clit between his thumb, index and middle fingers and began to stroke the length of it. With each stroke the longing ache in Gyro's crotch grew more and more intense, he could feel his cunt tighten and release as Johnny jerked him off. “You’re twitching like crazy.” Johnny stopped moving and let Gyro twitch in anticipation before sliding his fingers against his entrance. “You want it in here?" Gyro could only respond with a choked up whine.
“Here, get these nice and slick for me," Johnny pulled his hand out of his pants and brought his fingers to Gyro's green tinted lips. Gyro opened his mouth and sucked on them. “You're so nasty, I didn't know I was agreeing to team up with someone who gets his rocks off to fucked up shit like this. If I had known I would've thought twice about it." He lied. He was just as into this as Gyro was, but the more he teased him the more pathetic and needy Gyro would get and he needed to see him begging for it.
Gyro sucked on Johnny's fingers and circled them with his tongue, Johnny bit his bottom lip at how soft Gyro's tongue felt on his fingertips. “I'm gonna put this mouth to work later."
“Mmff" was all Gyro could say with the fingers in his mouth, he tapped on Johnny's arm and felt the vice grip loosen. His eyes were beginning to water and his face was red and covered in sweat. Blue and green lipstick was smeared across Gyro's mouth and a thin string of saliva connected it to Johnny's fingers.
“Take off your clothes." Johnny ordered, fully letting Gyro out of the headlock and pushing him forward with his dry hand, Gyro sat up eagerly and complied, he unbuckled his belt and shimmied out of his pants, throwing them aside before pulling at his shirt. Johnny tilted his head and watched Gyro’s back muscles flex as he pulled the shirt over his head in one swift motion. His heart pounded in his chest at what he saw, on Gyro's shoulder there was a small red bump where he had been bitten by a mosquito. Johnny immediately sat up and kissed Gyro's shoulder where the bite was, he let the hand covered in Gyro's spit move back down to Gyro's cunt while his other arm went back around his neck. He didn't squeeze since Gyro was still catching his breath but it was enough to hold him in place. Johnny bit at the skin on his shoulder and ran his tongue over the bump. He rubbed up and down on Gyro's cunt, slicking up the entrance with the spit on his fingers.
“Mmmm." His eyes were shut tight as his tongue circled the bite.
"Well who's the pervert now John-" Gyro started but before he could finish taking a jab at him Johnny tightened his arm around his neck and cut him off.
“Still you." He hissed in his ear, diving his middle and ring fingers in the soft wet entrance. He braced his pinky and index fingers against either side of Gyro's lips keeping him spread open. “I'm not the one asking a friend to choke me out so I can get off." His palm ground against his clit as he worked his fingers deeper and deeper until he was all the way in curling his fingers in to press against Gyro's g-spot. Gyro was involuntarily clenching down on Johnny's fingers as they curled, slipping in and out of him faster and faster. He arched his back straining against the headlock Johnny had him in. Johnny's mouth went back to his shoulder, kissing it and then sucking on the raised texture of his skin. He was going to have one hell of a hickey come morning.
Gyro weakly whimpered, not bothering to save what little breath he had, he couldn't help it now, he was close. One of his hands went back to feeling up Johnny's bicep and the other dug its fingers into Johnny's hair to keep him in place on his shoulder.
“Gonna- cum!” Gyro moaned and a tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes rolled back in his head as he bucked his hips uncontrollably into Johnny's hand.
“Not yet," he released his neck, pulled his fingers out, and moved his hand up to run his fingers through Gyro’s thick pubes. “You cum when I say so, got it?” He growled in his ear. And Gyro nodded.
“Yes, Johnny...” he sounded defeated but to give up control of his own bodily reactions like that was exhilarating.
“Good." His hand followed the thick sandy blonde happy trail that led from his cunt to his chest, feeling him up and squeezing his pecs, making sure to give his nipples a teasing pinch. He cupped his chest and gave his pec a playful slap causing it to bounce upwards slightly. “You got a nice set of tits, do they bounce when you ride?” Johnny gave his nipple a flick.
“Not as much as your ass does.” Gyro boldly bit back and Johnny immediately put him in his place. He grabbed and pulled the hand out of his hair and twisted it roughly behind Gyro’s back and used his core strength to flip both of them over on their stomachs, Johnny was on top of Gyro using his weight to pin him face down into the red oxide dirt.
“You better be careful mouthing off like that, I'm the one who gets to decide if you cum or not.” He growled.
"Ah- I'm sorry, Johnny.” it was hard to breathe with Johnny's weight on him, he was denser than he looked. Johnny let go of his arm and wrapped his other arm around Gyro's neck, he hated to admit it but the other arm was getting tired of squeezing. He grabbed the inside of Gyro's thigh and pulled it up to spread his legs and give him better access, he rubbed his thumb against the opening of Gyro's cunt and held his clit between the sides of his index and middle fingers.
“Ready?"
"Yes Johnny, please.” Gyro begged, already winded from the weight on top of him.
“Good boy.” He tightened his grip on Gyro's neck and dove his thumb inside his hole as he stroked him with the sides of his fingers. The eroticism dripping off Johnny's voice made him shiver, he had never been called that before and it did things to his mind he’d be ashamed of if he wasn't so desperate. Gyro grit his teeth and wrenched his eyes shut, he involuntarily thrusted his hips against the ground, humping the dirt with every stroke of his clit. His hands fought for purchase on the arm wrapped around his neck, his fingers grasped at Johnny’s muscle and left little pink crescents where his nails had dug into his skin.
There he was, 6,000 miles from home, covered in blood and sweat, face down in the dirt, moaning and whimpering under the touch of another man. He had given up all control to him, and it felt so good.
Johnny kissed, bit, sucked and licked the skin of Gyro's back determined to leave a mark. The salty taste of sweat from a long day's ride clung to his back.
“Gonna cum!" He was so close but he knew he couldn't without permission. “Please Johnny?" He rasped desperately
“Mmhmm." Johnny agreed, not taking his lips off the spot he was working on and stroked him even faster, his thumb moving in and out of Gyro's cunt with every move. He felt Gyro tense up under him and felt him convulse around his thumb while his clit twitched hard between his fingers. Gyro thrusted his hips over and over riding the wave of pleasure that rocked through his body before weakly tapping Johnny's arm and going limp.
Johnny immediately let go and rolled off of him “Gyro, are you okay?” He was a little panicked, he didn't expect him to drop like that.
Gyro gasped for air and nodded his head, face down in the dirt before putting his arms under himself and pushing himself up onto his elbows and knees. “Holy… shit...” he said between deep gasps.
“Don't talk, just breathe.” Johnny brushed the hair out of his face so he could see him better, his face was bright red and sweaty but he was smiling.
Gyro turned to his head to look at him, “There's the angel again”, he thought, still breathing hard but he wasn't gasping anymore. “Can you-"
“Are you seriously gonna ask me to choke you again?" He said with annoyance in his voice, seeing Gyro drop like that freaked him out so he was hesitant to do it again so soon.
“-just kiss me? Please, Johnny? " He begged.
"Oh…” They had just kissed earlier, the lipstick was all over their faces to prove it, but this request caught him off guard, he half expected Gyro to cum and then dust himself off and pretend it didn't happen like they had done before when they had masturbated in front of each other. “Yeah. Lay down on your back." Gyro obeyed and Johnny picked up his legs to straddle his hips, bending down and cupping his face in both hands as they touched lips. It was softer, much more gentle than they had done before. Gyro’s hands traveled down Johnny's arms and held his hands firm on his face, rubbing the back of his hands with his thumbs. Johnny pressed his forehead against Gyro's. “Was I too much?"
“What?
"The domineering stuff. Was I too much?”
“Johnny, if I wasn't into it I would've said something.”
"Okay, I've just never done anything like that before is all."
“Well, was it too much for you?"
“No. I. I really liked it actually. I liked being in control."
“Then don't stop now." He put his hand on the back of Johnny's head and spoke in a low voice into Johnny's ear, hot breath and lips brushing against his skin, “Use me.”
He sat up straight and grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it up and revealing the pale skin of his chest. Gyro sat up and ran his hands down Johnny's torso feeling his shape beneath his fingers. He kissed Johnny's chest and looked up at him with those shining emerald eyes of his. Johnny felt his heart pounding in his chest, Gyro really was beautiful.
“You’ve got a pretty mouth, Gyro.” he held Gyro's face in his hand and pushed his top lip up at the side with his thumb running the pad of his thumb along the gold teeth hidden underneath “I'm gonna put it to work." Johnny rolled off Gyro's lap, "Help me take these off." He began tugging the waistband of his pants down and Gyro gladly helped, pulling his pants off and revealing the golden curls between his legs. Gyro’s head span as he stared, it was quite the view and he wanted to drink it all in. “I'm gonna ride you." He pushed Gyro onto his back forcefully, got on his knees and positioned himself over his face.
“Get to work, pervert." Johnny ordered and Gyro dutifully obeyed. He pressed his tongue against Johnny's clit and licked in long slow strokes. He wrapped his arms around Johnny's legs to hold him closer and took Johnny in his mouth and circled him with his tongue sucking him as he did so. Johnny moaned and buried his fingers in Gyro's hair as he worked to satisfy him. He licked up and down on Johnny's hole before sticking his tongue in as far as it would go. His tongue was soft and warm inside him, the heat of his breath on his clit made his eyes flutter closed, he threw his head back and moaned, “Fuuuck, Gyro.” It was heaven. Gyro watched Johnny's chest heave from his vantage point between his legs, his skin still glowing though now it wasn't from an oxygen high. He stared at him in pure worship and adoration, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, closely watching every move Johnny made. He pulled his tongue out and licked in long slow strokes from Johnny's asshole to his clit covering as much ground as he could with his tongue. Johnny moaned between ragged breaths, Gyro took his clit in his mouth and circled his tongue around it once more, watching Johnny's face scrunch up in pleasure every time he sucked. Johnny's grip tightened on Gyro's hair, his hands shaking as his chest rose and fell in time.
“I'm close, don't stop." His dominant act was slipping, he was so desperate for this. He had been so touch starved before this, he had touched himself since the gun shot but it wasn't the same. His breath sped up before catching in his throat as he came, he wrenched his eyes shut and lurched forward, pulling Gyro's face into him hard by his hair. His muscles tensed up and a wave of pleasure swept through his body like tides rushing up to meet the land.
He let go of Gyro's hair rested on his arms, palms flat on the ground hunched over Gyro. He opened his eyes and saw Gyro staring up at him between his legs, his eyes squinting in a smile he couldn't see past his own pubic hair. He rolled off Gyro's face and lay on the ground next to him. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep and gave a long contented sigh. He heard the dirt shuffling under Gyro as he moved closer. He felt his soft hands brush the hair from his face and place a tender kiss on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw the mess he had made of Gyro's face, his hair was messy, lipstick smudged all over his lips and cheeks, dried blood smeared from his nose to his throat all mixed with spit and slick. He looked harder at the blood from his nose.
“Shit Gyro, I'm sorry for hitting you. Is it broken?” He gingerly touched his nose and Gyro flinched slightly.
"Nah, you didn't hit me that hard. It doesn't even hurt.” He parroted Johnny's words from earlier even though it was obvious it was broken and did hurt quite a bit. On top of that Johnny had just ridden his face hard while he had a broken nose, the only thing that kept Gyro from crying during it was pure adrenaline.
“C’mon. Let's go wash off in the river.” Gyro kissed Johnny to reassure him before standing up and brushing off the dirt stuck to his legs.
The water was brisk but not painful, gyro dunked his head under the lazy current and splashed Johnny as he came up for air. Johnny sat perched on a rock submerged up to his waist and laughed as Gyro shook his mane out, flinging water everywhere.
Gyro gripped Johnny by the hips and planted kiss after kiss on his lips, finally getting a taste of him past the blood. He couldn't get enough of him, and he was all his. “We're going to have to get to bed eventually." Johnny cut in during a brief and rare moment when their lips weren't locked together
"Just a few more minutes." Gyro begged, and Johnny relented but by the time they were back in the tent and sleeping the first sliver of dawn began to paint the sky.