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Johnny stared into the fire, its soft faltering light dancing across his features in the darkness. His plush lips, seemingly always drawn into a pout, had relaxed⎯ perhaps with fatigue or comfort with his present company. Gyro hoped for the latter.
Gyro’s mind snapped back onto its tracks; he shook his head to himself and stretched, blinking the dryness from his eyes.
The thrill of adventure had begun to wear thin after a few days of the tedious trek through the Arizona desert. Neither of them had much experience with long-term riding, but at least the western-style saddles were more comfortable to sit in than what either of them were used to. However, the real issue came with the riding itself; horses were surprisingly fragile animals, and moving through an untrod wasteland like this was a minefield. Failing to keep gauge of the land ahead of oneself could lead to a broken leg, which meant a bullet in the head for Slow Dancer or Valkyrie and an automatic disqualification.
That being said, a lot of their time during the day was spent focusing on the destination and not doing much else. Most of their conversations happened on evenings like these. These intimate times kept them both sane and fostered a near-codependent bond.
Gyro noticed his thoughts had drifted again and decided to strike up a conversation.
“Johnny.”
“Hm.”
“I thought of a gag.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s hear it then”
“Okay, okay. You seen those horny toads?”
“Those fat little spiky lizards all around? Yeah.”
“Want to see one? It’s right here.”
Johnny pauses. “I mean, I guess.”
Gyro holds his closed fist out to Johnny, then opens it.
“That’s just your empty palm.”
Silence.
“Nyohoho right? People like dirty jokes like that, Johnny.”
Johnny remained deadpan. “Yeah, it’s really good. Your comedy career is really gonna take off once you have the notoriety of winning this race.”
“My angel, you flatter me. You’re right though, nyoho.”
My angel. Johnny waved away the emotional reaction that bubbled up at the phrase and focused on the campfire.
“What do you miss most about life outside the race?” Johnny asked, trying to keep his imagination on the rails.
“Besides the usual stuff like beds and real cooking… probably people. You know, casual contact.”
The crackling of the fire emphasized the silence that fell between them as Johnny struggled to formulate a response.
“I mean— I don’t know.” Johnny stopped himself from continuing.
“What were you going to say? Kind of rude to start a sentence and not finish it.” Gyro said with a laid-back tone that contrasted against the seriousness set hard behind his eyes.
Johnny hesitated.
“It’s not anything weird, just personal.” He shrugged.
“That’s fine. ‘S nobody else out here to hear it and I don’t give a shit.” Gyro replied casually, poking at the fire with a fallen branch.
Johnny paused again before starting.
“People just get weird with this kind of injury” Johnny said, lazily gesturing at his lower body. “People treat you like you’re fragile, they don’t wanna touch you.” Johnny leaned back before continuing, “hard to miss something you don’t get too much of to begin with.”
Gyro pursed his lips and nodded, still looking at the fire.
“Wanna hold hands?” Gyro asked suddenly, as though it were perfectly normal. Johnny became rigid at the question.
“I mean you can say no, it’s not a big fucking deal.” He added quickly after.
The lilt of humor in Gyro’s tone put Johnny at ease enough to shoot a sarcastic grimace his way.
“What the hell kind of question is that, who just asks that?!”
“I don’t fucking know, I’m a simple ma–“
“But sure, I guess.” Johnny cut him off, averting his gaze back down to the fire.
Gyro stopped for a bit before shrugging and heaving himself off the ground with a grunt. He then took the few steps around the fire to plop back down next to Johnny. With absolutely no tact at all, he reached over to Johnny’s hand and held it in his own, letting the shared weight rest between them. A few seconds passed silently.
“Well now I feel like you made it weird.” Gyro said, his eyes narrowing as he made contact with Johnny’s.
“ I made it weird?!” Johnny said incredulously, tightening his grip around Gyro’s hand. “ You’re the one who proposed this!” he continued, his free hand finding itself in an accusatory point.
Gyro laughed and squeezed Johnny’s hand back.
Gyro was right, this was nice. Johnny’s grimace eased into a gentle smile.
Suddenly, Gyro pulled their interlocked hands into his lap, unlinking their fingers and taking Johnny's hand into both of his for further inspection.
Johnny said nothing, intrigued, as Gyro began to stroke his thumbs over Johnny’s hand delicately. His cheeks warmed as he felt the roughness of Gyro’s fingertips brush the sensitive skin. His eyes moved from Gyro’s hands caressing his own up to Gyro’s face. He appeared lost in thought, absentmindedly gazing down at their mingling hands. He froze briefly, then looked up, meeting Johnny’s eyes.
Johnny maintained eye contact, but something felt different this time. They looked at each other all the time, why was it different now?
“You’re making a weird face, Johnny.”
Johnny frowned.
“Oh nevermind it’s back to normal, nyohoho.”
“You called me your angel earlier.” Johnny blurted out. Oh god.
Gyro’s expression brightened, his hands leaving Johnny’s to express a gesture. “Yeah yeah, ‘my angel’. It’s like ‘thank you’”.
Johnny stopped.
It was just an expression lost in translation. Johnny’s heart sank; he tried to brush off the feeling.
“You know, it has a kind of romantic connotation in English.” He said nonchalantly, tone clashing with his laser focus searching for change in Gyro’s expression.
“Oh yeah? That’s funny, there’s a lot of comedy potential there, Johnny” he replied with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah. Hysterical.” Johnny said without a trace of humor. Gyro went back to work playing with Johnny’s hand.
“Can I see your other hand?”
Johnny complied, body turning more towards Gyro with the action. He fought to keep his heart steady watching Gyro’s huge, warm hands toy with and cradle his own.
“Gyro…” Johnny started.
“What’s wrong, enjoying this too much?” Gyro said, punctuated with another laugh. Johnny tensed.
“Man, be serious!”
“You want me to be serious? Fine, you're the one who said it.”
Suddenly, Gyro took both Johnny’s hands into one of his own, pulling them towards him, and using his other hand to cradle Johnny’s head, tilting it up to connect their lips in a soft kiss. Johnny pulled back, eyes wide. The gaze he met was one of calm deliberancy.
“What the hell was that!? I’m not fucking gay for you, you know!” Johnny said, pulling his hands away sharply.
“Johnny... you’ve been visibly hard, like, almost this entire time.” Gyro said casually.
Johnny followed Gyro’s eyes down to his own groin. God-fucking-damn. He suddenly felt his cheeks blazing.
“I’m into it though.” Gyro quickly added, seeing the subtle but rapid succession of realization, embarrassment, then fear cross Johnny’s countenance.
“Don’t fucking patronize me, Gyro.” Johnny said, starting to move away.
“Johnny.” Gyro put his hand on top of Johnny’s. Johnny hesitated for a second, then shook his head.
“It’s a shit joke, Gyro.” He said, turning his gaze down.
“Johnny.” Gyro said again, firmly, the last traces of a smile dropping from his expression. He cupped Johnny’s face with his free hand, holding it to face him. A few seconds passed before Johnny met his eyes. Johnny’s eyes were shining as though he was holding back tears, face contorted into a grimace. Gyro leaned in slowly, with the cadence of one trying not to frighten a wild animal.
“Johnny...” Gyro said once more, voice just above a whisper. Their lips brushed with a feather-light touch as the syllables escaped him.
Then he closed the gap.
Johnny paused before slowly kissing him back, delicately and tenderly. Gyro’s lips turned up into a small smile as he felt Johnny open up to him. He shifted his hand back to lace through Johnny’s hair, tilting his head up further to deepen the kiss.
Johnny melted into the touch. He was drowning in feelings and the silkiness of Gyro’s shapely, soft lips. He slowly raised his arm to snake around Gyro’s neck, desperately pulling him closer as their need amplified. Gyro reciprocated, wrapping his arm tightly around Johnny’s waist.
Gyro was losing breath but didn’t care. The only thing in the world right now was Johnny. He couldn’t get close enough, even if he were to pillar-man Johnny into his body. He felt Johnny’s tongue against his bottom lip and took up the invitation, the corners of his mouth turning up as his tongue mingled with and tasted Johnny’s.
Suddenly, Johnny parted their faces.
“Hang on.” Johnny said quickly. Gyro obliged and took the opportunity to catch his breath, leaning back on the heels of his palms as he watched Johnny start to shift his position. Johnny grabbed one of his legs and swung it over Gyro’s lap. A smug smile grew on Gyro’s face as what Johnny was doing clicked into place. In about half a minute, Johnny was in a proper straddle of Gyro’s lap. Gyro let his hand rest on Johnny’s hip.
“Pretty quick change in attitude there, huh Johnny?” Gyro chuckled. Johnny narrowed his eyes.
“I thought you were fucking with me.”
“Come on, Johnny. That wouldn’t be funny. You know I wouldn’t try to make a joke that wasn’t funny like that.” Gyro said with absolute sincerity, tightening his grip on Johnny’s waist. Johnny stared at him for a few seconds. Then a few more.
After reviewing his options, he decided that the best action to take was one that completely occupied Gyro’s mouth. He grabbed the locks of golden hair that cascaded past Gyro’s chest with both hands like reins, and pulled Gyro’s face down to meet his. Gyro laughed into the kiss and wrapped both arms around Johnny once again.
Johnny pulled harder on Gyro’s hair, moaning into their open-mouth kiss and rolling his hips against Gyro’s hardening cock. Gyro was surprised but pleased with Johnny’s dominance, eager to see where this was going. Johnny shoved roughly against Gyro’s chest, pushing him flat against the ground.
“You’re getting dirt in my hair.” Gyro said as Johnny shifted up his straddling position.
“You don’t give a shit.” Johnny replied flatly, frantically taking the collar of Gyro’s shirt into his fists and attacking Gyro’s lips once again.
“Good point.” Gyro slurred back around Johnny’s kisses.
Gyro tilted his hips up, desperate for more contact with the heat of Johnny’s body. Johnny graciously obliged, breath quickening at the touch. Gyro hummed into their kiss, hands traveling up the back of Johnny’s hoodie to feel the warm contours of his back, relishing in the feeling of the muscles tensing under his hands.
“Gyro...” Johnny said, scooting back and letting his hand press teasingly against the bulge in Gyro’s pants, “We gonna go all the way?”
Johnny knew exactly what he was doing, that innocent tone of his made Gyro shiver.
“‘Go all the way’ Nyohoho, what are you, a virgin?” Gyro spat back in a desperate attempt to play off how far Johnny was pushing him.
“You think you’re fucking sly?” Johnny teased, palming Gyro’s erection. Gyro let out a frustrated sigh, he couldn’t take much more of this. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, keeping one hand around Johnny’s back, so Johnny was in his lap. Gyro brought a hand up, running it up the back of Johnny’s scalp and taking a fistful of hair, just firmly enough to make Johnny wince.
He brought Johnny’s ear to his mouth, kissing it wetly before speaking.
“Johnny… I’m going to fuck you right here in the dirt, how’s that?”
At this, Johnny’s attitude seemed to sublimate instantly; his face was flushed enough to make out in the dim light and his pupils were blown so wide that his irises were reduced to fine blue rings. Johnny met Gyro’s eyes and nodded, mouth dry and heart pounding.
“Good.” Gyro said, giving Johnny a chaste peck on the cheek before rolling him off his lap. Gyro then stood up, pulling his shirt off, before looking at Johnny and saying “You too, take your clothes off.”
Johnny did not. Instead, he marveled at Gyro’s broad chest and shoulders, wrapped tight with solid muscle and soft skin. His eyes followed his full pecs down to the ripples of his obliques and the flat, cut abdominals ending at the “V” sculpted by his prominent hip bones, the bottom of which was disappointingly concealed by his pants.
“Y’ like this?” Gyro smirked, dragging his hands up his abs. Johnny nodded. Gyro continued, letting his hands fall back down to start working on the clasp of his belt. He pulled it off completely, just to make a show of letting it fall to the ground with a puff of dust. Johnny was mesmerized as Gyro went for the buttons of his pants, undoing them slowly to reveal the outline of his cock through the fabric of his briefs.
“Wait,” Johnny said. Gyro stopped dead in his tracks. “Come here.”
Gyro obliged, shuffling a few steps closer to Johnny, pants halfway down his thighs.
Johnny set his hands against Gyro’s thighs, sliding them up until his fingers made contact with the drawstring of his briefs. He shakily undid the knot and hooked his fingers over the top, pulling them down until Gyro’s cock sprung free.
Gyro watched quietly, surprised by this arousing turn of events. Johnny moved his face closer, feeling the heat radiating off of it and wrapped a hand around the base, giving a tentative lick to the head and feeling it twitch in his grasp. Gyro gave a hard exhale through barely parted lips, watching Johnny inspect his dick as if he didn’t have one of his own.
Johnny grew bolder, taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, looking up to see Gyro’s reaction.
“Johnny...” Gyro said, eyes half-lidded and looking down at him. The lust dripping from his voice made Johnny shiver. He drew a deep inhale and took Gyro’s cock fully into his mouth, moving his head at a slow pace; Gyro brought a hand down to rest on Johnny’s head as he started moving faster.
Drool began to dribble down Johnny’s chin, but he didn’t care. Gyro’s barely-restrained thrusts into his mouth made him feel useful, worthwhile, and filthy in the best way. After a bit, Gyro dragged his fingers down Johnny’s scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, applying just enough upward force to make Johnny pause and look up at him, pupils blown wide, breathing heavily around Gyro’s cock, reddening lips still wrapped dutifully around it.
“Fuck, Johnny…” He tugged gently at Johnny’s scalp. Johnny pulled back obediently, lips parting from Gyro’s dick with a soft noise. Gyro held Johnny’s head in place as he crouched down to meet his eyeline. He took a deep breath.
“You’ve never sucked dick before?”
Johnny shakes his head, still meeting Gyro’s eyes. Gyro simply squints back as though he’s trying to decide whether or not he’s lying.
“You sure?”
“The fuck kind of question’s that?”
Gyro shrugged, releasing his fistful of Johnny’s hair and letting his hand move softly down to cradle Johnny’s face. Before Johnny knew what was happening, Gyro pressed a gentle kiss against his temple, slowly stroking the side of his jaw with his thumb. Johnny furrowed his brow at the tender gesture, cheeks warming. It felt oddly embarrassing somehow, despite Gyro’s dick being in his mouth half a minute prior.
Gyro’s hand left Johnny’s face and he stood up from his crouch with a grunt. “One sec.” he said, finally pulling his pants and boxers off all the way then turning around to grab something out of his tent, stark naked.
He found what he sought and started back towards Johnny, holding up a little vial.
“I thought I told you to get undressed.” Gyro said, kneeling down by Johnny and reaching for the hem of his shirt. “You’re gonna make me do all the work, huh?”
“Yep.” Johnny replied flatly, adjusting his posture to give Gyro better access to pull off his hoodie.
Gyro formed a thoughtful expression then grinned. Johnny didn’t like the look of that.
“What are you smilin’ about?”
“You know… sometimes when there’s a patient that partially or completely loses a sense, another sense will become more sensitive to compensate.”
“The hell are you getting at?”
In response, Gyro leaned towards him further, reaching a hand out to make gentle contact with Johnny’s ribs, right under his arm. Johnny’s breathing changed with the touch, quickening as Gyro leisurely let his fingertips drag upwards. Gyro moved the pad of his thumb feather-light over Johnny’s nipple, grinning to himself when Johnny inhaled sharply, arching into the touch in response.
Johnny’s gaze met his, twinged with surprise.
“What was that?” He asked, shakily.
“Wanna keep finding out?”
Johnny gulped and nodded slowly. Gyro flashed him a smile and quickly got to work removing Johnny’s pants, then fell back into a criss-cross sitting position, lifting him bridal-style into his lap then adjusting his legs into a straddle. Johnny brought his arms up to lazily drape over Gyro’s shoulders.
Johnny always forgot how physically big Gyro was, and being absolutely dwarfed in his lap like this didn’t help. The thought left his mind quickly as Gyro’s hands began to familiarize themselves with his naked body, sensation fading in and out as he rubbed long strokes from his thighs up to his chest and back down.
Gyro finally let his hands settle on Johnny’s ribs once again, taking a second to relish in the rise and fall of his breathing before lowering his head and taking one of Johnny’s nipples into his mouth. Johnny exhaled sharply through his nose and stiffened, his fingertips planting into Gyro’s bare shoulders.
Gyro worked Johnny’s nipple in his mouth, eventually reaching a hand up to toy with the other, Johnny in shambles in his embrace. He had his head pressed down against Gyro’s at this point, babbling strings of profanities into Gyro’s scalp as he picked up the pace.
Every quake and jump of Johnny’s body was a new high for Gyro, desperation begetting desperation. Seconds moved in slow motion as Johnny savored every sensation; Gyro’s slick, wet tongue sucking and biting as though his life depended on it, the shared heat of their bodies fighting off the chilled night air, the way his fingers sank through Gyro’s hair to massage his scalp as he lost his reason, his sense of being, every awareness besides that of the man dominating every aspect of his being.
“Gyro...” Johnny choked out after a while, shaking. Gyro hummed an acknowledgement, mouth still occupied. “Y-you’re gonna make me cum...”.
Gyro froze immediately, lifting his head just to flash a smug grin at Johnny. “Oh yeah?” he asked, with the intonation of one trying to hold back a laugh.
“Shut up, shut the fuck up.” Johnny growled, taking fistfuls of Gyro’s silky hair and making an effort to force him back down. Gyro graciously obliged, resuming his previous task.
Johnny squirmed in his grip, fighting back whimpers as he fisted Gyro’s hair tighter, pushing his head against Gyro’s, eyes screwed shut.
His orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer, forcing a strangled moan from deep inside and making every able muscle quake. Gyro wasn’t stopping.
“Gyro.” Johnny whined, pulling weakly again on his hair. Gyro continued with his winning combination of sucking, biting and flicking, relentlessly. Johnny was practically curled around Gyro’s head, reduced to a tired heap of whines and moans in his lap.
Gyro finally stopped to cradle Johnny’s face and litter kisses along his neck and jaw.
“Still haven’t cum yet?”
Johnny’s soul left his body; Gyro hadn’t even noticed. He luckily had the energy left to pull back and grimace at him.
“I did, like, minutes ago” Johnny said, still catching his breath.
“Oh shit, really?” Gyro leaned back to look at Johnny’s lower half, grabbing his half-hard dick like a joystick and inspecting it. “Huh. That’s weird. Anyways.” He said, gesturing down.
Johnny looked down to where Gyro gestured. He was painfully hard, erection flushed and leaking. Oh. Johnny had completely forgotten.
“So...” Johnny started, reaching down to gently stroke Gyro’s cock, “What did you want to do about this then?”
Gyro took a deep breath, looking Johnny up and down.
“I mean, this view isn’t too bad at all, but we went over this already Johnny,” He said, ghosting his hands delicately up Johnny’s frame, settling on his neck and applying a slight force, pulling his head close enough to whisper “I said I was gonna fuck you right here in the dirt, didn’t I?” sultry against the corner of Johnny’s barely parted lips.
Johnny’s breath hitched, a shudder overcoming him. He tilted his head to connect their lips in a tender kiss, tongue exploring the grooves of Gyro’s chapped lips before slowly mingling their tongues. Gyro deepened the kiss, tilting Johnny back like a dip in a passionate dance, suspending him lower and lower until his back made contact with the dirt. He readjusted his position to sit over top of Johnny on all fours, lifting a hand to stroke a tuft of hair from his cheek.
Johnny watched Gyro reach over and grab the little vial he got earlier, unstopping it and pouring a bit over his fingers. Oil.Gyro leaned forward to kiss Johnny, his slicked up fingers moving down to his ass to slowly rub his entrance before slipping the tip of his index finger inside, twisting and pushing inside.
“You know, if you’re doing something down there, I can’t feel it.”
“Still.” Gyro said without a second thought, leaning down to kiss the outer corner of his eye. He applied more pressure, stretching the ring of muscle before sinking another finger into him and starting to push deeper.
He reached deeper, curling his fingers up. Johnny jumped with a small noise.
“What.”
“What?”
“I felt something there.”
“Oh shit, really?”
Johnny nodded back at him, eyes wide. An interesting development.
Gyro curled his middle finger up inside Johnny with a long, stroking motion until he felt Johnny jump with a stifled hum, arching his back, letting his head fall back to brush the dirt.
He began thrusting his fingers absentmindedly as he focused on the sight of Johnny’s pale body writing underneath him.
“Yeah, I can’t wait anymore Johnny, sorry.” Gyro said with not a trace of apology in his tone, impatiently pulling out to grab the oil once again and drizzling it liberally over his hand before coating his cock with a few pumps. He adjusted his position and lifted Johnny’s hips, angling them into alignment with his cock and slowly pushing in.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re this tight, Johnny.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He pushed in deeper, leaning forward to kiss Johnny gently until he was all the way inside. Johnny kissed back, weaving a hand into Gyro’s hair and letting the other rest on the nape of his neck.
Gyro pulled Johnny’s hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss against it as he pulled out slowly before slamming back in, hips angled up to hit Johnny’s prostate. Johnny choked out a moan and leaned his head into Gyro’s shoulder.
It’d been so long since Johnny had felt pleasure like this; he didn’t think it was still possible. He whispered curses into the crook of Gyro’s neck as he was mercilessly used, Gyro quickly picking up on exactly where to pound into him to elicit a reaction.
Johnny desperately grabbed at Gyro’s scalp, pulling him in for sloppy, wet kisses and the frantic rambling of curses and Gyro’s name against his lips.
Gyro grabbed Johnny’s hips hard, sitting up for better leverage to fuck him properly, letting out the occasional growl as he roughly thrust into him. He burned the image of Johnny into his brain; pale body lit up by the light of the moon and fire, face flushed and blue eyes looking up at him, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he panted and whined, all but completely blissed out of his mind.
“Fuck...” Gyro huffed, leaning over Johnny once more to connect their lips as he thrusted harder, pressing his face to Johnny’s, grip strengthening on his hips to the point of bruising.
Johnny muttered nonsense against Gyro’s cheek, but he was sure he heard his name in there somewhere.
“God, you feel so good Johnny.” Gyro said, finally pulling back to look into Johnny’s eyes again. There was something behind them that wasn’t normally present— something emotional with openness and resolve, a feeling from the deepest roots of human instinct that’s never had need for a name. Gyro slowed his pace, grabbing Johnny’s hand and pressing a kiss against his open palm, still connecting their gaze. Johnny freed his hand and caressed Gyro’s face, pulling him closer to connect their lips in a slow kiss to match the pace of Gyro’s thrusts.
“Johnny...” Gyro panted against Johnny’s lips, starting to thrust more rapidly once again. Johnny whimpered as Gyro slammed into his prostate again and again without care for mercy. Johnny adjusted his hands to grip Gyro’s shoulders, fingernails dragging red lines down them.
Gyro hissed, taking a tight grip on the soft flesh of Johnny’s hips, pounding into him until he slipped over the edge with a grunt, face nuzzled into Johnny’s jaw and hips pressing hard and flush against Johnny’s ass as though he could push further inside as he came.
Johnny wrapped his arms around Gyro as he rode out his orgasm, savoring the feeling of Gyro’s back muscles tensing under his fingertips and the heat of their sweat-sheened bodies pressed close together.
Gyro finally relaxed, letting his weight rest against Johnny as he recovered, panting. Johnny absentmindedly massaged circles on the firm muscles of Gyro’s back and shoulders with the pads of his fingers, admiring the heavy rise and fall of his breathing.
“Gyro.”
“Mmh?”
“Heavy.” Johnny said, half-heartedly slapping his shoulder.
Gyro made another noise before rolling over, Johnny just barely managing to pull his arm away so it didn’t get trapped under Gyro’s weight.
The night was suddenly cold. Johnny looked up at the night sky lost in thought. Was Gyro serious about all of this? Was it just a one night thing? Their relationship couldn’t, wouldn’t be the same after this. Would it be alright? Would he be left behind?
He was shook from his thoughts by a large, warm hand enveloping his own. Johnny turned his head to immediately find Gyro’s gaze.
“Hey. You’re wasting your time thinking about it that much. Everything’s fine.”
Johnny said nothing, he just looked at Gyro. His face was glistening with sweat and moonlight, hair somewhat put together with odd strands plastered to his face here and there, eyes honest and tender.
Everything’s fine.