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The first time Johnny sees him is in the West Gym. It’s one he doesn’t frequent very often, but when he turned up to his usual gym to a big white sign reading “Closed For Repairs” he heaved a sigh and headed off in the opposite direction. It wasn’t that he didn’t like West, it was a bit further from where he lived and busier than his usual one which typically meant longer wait times for the equipment and occasionally, an awkward run in with a student.
Johnny turns up to West Gym with his bag hiked on his shoulder and swipes his university ID to enter. When he gets the door open, the sound of activity fills his ears. It’s a nice gym, big and newly modeled with all brand new amenities, and around the corner Johnny can see the bustle of people. Surprisingly, most of them are taking up the basketball court in the center and Johnny counts it as a win as he rushes to one of the empty weight benches.
He sets his bag down on the bench and begins to rummage through for his supplies, getting out a towel, his water bottle, and headphones.
After about 10 minutes, Johnny finishes up his stretches and gets up to grab dumbbells from the rack. When he turns to head back to his bench, Johnny notices that the bench beside him that was empty a second ago now has a bag on it. And behind it, somebody that makes Johnny pause in his tracks.
His hair is short cropped, highlighting the cut of his jaw and cheekbones. As he looks down to rummage through his bag, his eyelashes fan over the tops of his cheeks. The slope of his nose is long and elegant, leading to a wide tip that complements the masculine build of his face. As he digs deeper in the bag, Johnny catches a furrow in his strong eyebrows as well that only adds to his sharp features.
Before Johnny can get caught eying the other man, he turns his attention back to his own physique in the mirror. He fixes himself on the bench and begins his reps.
He’s not too mad about being in the West Gym, honestly. It’s more roomy between the benches and they use the same weights across the university so it’s nothing he’s unused to. The view is also a little nicer from the sky light creating more natural light.
He pretends not to notice the man on the bench next to him settling into his own routine.
Eventually, Johnny feels the ache in his calf and his water bottle is empty, and he figures he can call it quits for the day. He replaces the dumbbells he’s taken out and cleans up the equipment before packing up his bag. It’s an easy process, one he’s done multiple times a week every week for years.
He shoulders his bag when he gets done packing it up and stands straight. He slips his headphones down to sit on his shoulders and makes to leave.
“Hey,” he hears from behind him instead. He turns out of habit and sees the man he’s been working beside for the past hour or so. He looks even more striking like this with rouged cheeks and sweat dampened bangs rested on his forehead.
The man nods upon Johnny’s attention and points to his bench. “You dropped something, uh, when you were packing up.” The man comes forward and bends at the waist, an arm extended under him, to grab what Johnny’s just dropped. Johnny sees well how his fist flexes tightly around a white hand towel and the length of his arm up to his shoulder wet with sweat.
Johnny feels a smile come over his face. This guy is shorter than him, naturally, but he meets Johnny’s eyes charmingly. A smile peeks from the corner of his lips as he lifts the towel up. “Oh, thank you, man. I didn’t even realize,” Johnny says coolly. He takes the towel and places it in his front pocket. “You have really good form, by the way,” Johnny says in a breath.
The other man looks up at him with a brilliant smile and reaches one arm up behind his head. His muscles seem to pop and Johnny pretends he doesn’t notice it. Between his eye crinkled smile and the sheer size of his bicep, Johnny doesn’t exactly know how to feel.
“Hey, thanks! I appreciate that,” he says excitedly. Then, “And you too! Your form, it’s good, too!” Johnny can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him. He says his thanks back and the two sit in still silence for a minute. “I’m Jeno, by the way. Hopefully I’ll see you here again.” Jeno sticks his hand out to shake and Johnny takes it.
“I’m Johnny. And likewise, Jeno.”
The man smiles at him and Johnny smiles back. Johnny turns and throws a last goodbye over his shoulder before making his way out.
Over the next few days, Johnny goes about his business as usual, bouncing between teaching class, grading papers, getting sustenance wherever he can, and of course, working out. The East Gym opens back up and he goes back when he’s able to, considering it is closer to his apartment.
He slips back into his old routine quickly, but…
Johnny thinks about that sharp jaw and that big, sweet smile more than he’d like to admit.
One day, when he’s heading in the direction of the East Gym, something stops him. If he turns around now, he can make it to the West Gym and probably be out before the rush of students end their afternoon classes. Hopefully, he can make it and catch Jeno, too.
He gets into the gym and starts heading for the work benches he usually would go to. Before he can even make it, he sees Jeno in front of him just taking stuff out of his bag. Jeno must’ve just arrived, Johnny thinks, and he continues walking towards the empty bench.
“Hey, Jeno,” he says to the other man when he’s close enough. Jeno is already looking at him and smiling at him.
“Hey, Johnny. Long time no see,” he says as he gets out the last of his supplies, a small blue packaged granola bar. “Thought I wouldn’t see you around here anymore.”
Johnny shakes his head. “The gym I usually go to opened back up a couple days ago and I was just going there. It’s closer to where I live so it’s more convenient but I don’t know. I kinda started to miss coming by this one.” Johnny speaks honestly and he watches the way Jeno listens with rapt attention.
“Well, I won’t lie and say I didn’t miss seeing you around here. Hopefully you start coming by more,” Jeno says softly. Johnny watches him walk towards his bench and is about to put his headphones on, but Johnny stops him.
“You wanna work out together?” Johnny wants to hit himself immediately after the question leaves him at the sheer stupidity. He’s made a fool of himself now, he’s sure.
Surprisingly, Jeno turns back to him with a smile. “I’d love a partner!” It’s the eye crinkling smile Johnny remembers from the last time he was here and he’s happy he could put it on Jeno’s face.
The two work side by side and give each other small pointers. Johnny helps Jeno with his form when he’s curling and Jeno spots Johnny on the bench while he presses. They don’t talk too much but it’s comfortable. Johnny hasn’t ever worked with someone else but he likes it. Him and Jeno have similar routines and goals so it works out.
After they finish up, they retreat to their own benches and bags. They clean up in mutual silence and Johnny sits to change out from his running shoes to a regular pair of sneakers.
“Do you wanna go get a drink somewhere? Or something to eat maybe?” Jeno asks from above him. Johnny looks up from where he’s tying his shoe and he can almost smell the sweat coming from the other man. Jeno’s cheeks are dusted red.
Johnny sits up straight and doesn’t think twice when he nods excitedly. “I’d love that! Do you mean now? I’m free the rest of the day,” Johnny offers. He finishes packing his bag from between his legs as Jeno grabs his own tote bag. When he stands up, Jeno holds the tote tighter up his shoulder.
“Yeah, that’d be great. I am, too.
“Oh, you’re a professor?” Jeno says with an interested and lightly teasing tone. He takes a sip of his iced coffee. Johnny takes a sip as well and nods.
“Yeah, it’s really nothing major. They needed somebody to take over a semester for one of the freshman comp classes and I was just so good at it, I guess, the university let me continue it. It’s along the lines of what I want to do so it’s cool,” Johnny says. He fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose and sits up straighter. “What about you? You have to be in a graduate program or something, right?”
Jeno nods with a pleased smile. “Yeah, actually! Right on the nose, I’m in my first year in my masters in architecture program. It’s been fun though and I’ve liked being in a new area a lot,” Jeno explains happily. Johnny wants to ask him all about it even though he doesn’t know the first thing about architecture.
Johnny moves his drink over on the table so he can place his chin in his palm to better look at Jeno across from him. “Architecture? I can actually say I’ve never met anybody with that major,” Johnny says with a bit of a laugh.
“It’s definitely not a common one, no, but I’ve always wanted to work in a way that helps communities. And some construction and city planning just makes my head spin in its stupidity so I thought why not give it a crack. It turns out I really enjoy it so here we are!” Jeno explains. As he talks, Johnny can see the way his eyes shine with joy over his major and it makes him happy in turn to know that Jeno loves what he does.
A chime comes from Jeno’s phone and he looks down quickly to check it before Johnny edges a response in. “Speaking of,” he pauses to grab his bag from the chair beside him, “I have to meet with some classmates in a little bit but I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym? If you want, of course,” Jeno says as he stands. Johnny thinks he would really like that.
Before the younger heads off though, he does a couple taps on his phone before turning it in Johnny’s direction. “You should give me your number so we can keep in contact. I would love to keep going to the gym with you, it was nice to have you as a friend today.” Johnny almost thinks he sees a red blush bloom over Jeno’s cheekbones. Of course, Johnny takes the phone and puts it in his contact, sending himself a quick message so that he then has Jeno’s number, too. Johnny returns the phone and Jeno thanks him softly before another chime rings off his phone.
“I really gotta run, but I’ll talk to you soon! See you later, Johnny!” Jeno leaves out the door and Johnny watches him until he can’t see him, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looks down at his phone where a new number has texted him.
From there, it sort of becomes a habit for them. They meet at the gym almost every day and talk about the little parts of their day, how Jeno’s drowning in work and projects and how Johnny sometimes hates working with freshmen, which they can both agree on whole heartedly.
Within a couple of months, they have a steady routine and go to that coffee shop not too far away from the gym afterward and work together on projects and class work. Johnny’s also picked up on Jeno’s habit of dropping him off at his apartment even though it’s off campus but Johnny won’t say anything against it.
April hits them with beautiful warm breezes and bright days. Jeno and Johnny spend less time in the gym and more time outside working hard as finals come creeping around the corner. They still go to the same coffee place and Jeno still drops Johnny off.
One night in mid-April, they’re in their usual position with Johnny at his door and Jeno at the bottom step waiting to watch the older walk inside. This time, however, Jeno stops him before he can open his door.
“Johnny,” he says almost shyly, which Johnny never sees of him. The older man turns and takes one of the steps down to stand closer to Jeno’s level, watching him intently. A breeze comes through the neighborhood and it blows Jeno’s messy bangs over his forehead in a way that makes Johnny’s stomach flip. “I was wondering, if you were free this weekend maybe, if you wanted to go to the club with me and a couple of friends, uh, for my birthday.” Jeno speaks so softly and Johnny’s heart flutters. It’s all too much; how cute Jeno is, how much Johnny is affected by him, how much Johnny seems to like him as each day passes.
Before he can do something to embarrass himself, he nods. “Send me the details. I’ll be there!” Jeno beams with the acknowledgement and lowers down from the final step to floor level, making distance between himself and Johnny. Johnny finds he already misses him.
“Okay! Goodnight, Johnny!” Jeno starts making his way down the street and Johnny watches, just for a minute. The sun is going down and it casts the road in a beautiful pinky glow making Jeno look that much more beautiful. Johnny wants to run after him but instead he walks inside his apartment and closes the door behind him.
As the Saturday of the get together approaches, Johnny finds himself at a point he’s almost never found himself in.
Usually, when he likes somebody or thinks somebody likes him, he’s so cool and suave. He’s charming and flirty and knows exactly how to dress or do his hair or what perfume to wear to really attract the other person.
But now, standing in front of his closet, Johnny is at a loss. He likes Jeno, that much is sure, but he’s unsure of Jeno’s feelings for him. He’s five years younger than him, in a completely different stage of his life, and yet he buys Johnny sweet treats and approaches him first and is the perfect gentleman. Johnny’s unused to being the one on this end of the relationship, whatever that relationship is between them. All he knows is that Jeno has somehow wormed his way into his chest.
In the end, Johnny goes for a slightly cropped tee shirt that falls just above the waistband of his boxers that peek over his baggy jeans. It’s a simple outfit that looks just good enough for an event with a close friend. His blond peaks are starting to fade, he takes notice, and makes a mental reminder to re-dye them when he next gets the chance.
The club they’re meeting at isn’t too far at all, in fact, it’s by the main campus but not close enough that the underage partiers frequent it. When Johnny arrives at the club, it’s already decently packed. He shoots a text to Jeno when he arrives before making the line outside, but the younger doesn’t respond or even read it. Johnny’s not bothered, of course he knows it’s Jeno’s birthday, but that leaves him to stand in the corner looking around for that familiar face when he finally makes his way inside.
He scans the club the best he can in the low lighting to see if he can spot Jeno. It isn’t until he looks towards the bar that he sees him from across the bar, surrounded by people. It’s Jeno and he looks stunning. His usually unkempt hair is slicked back with loose hairs framing his face in every direction. He’s wearing a white button down top undone all down his chest with only a thin gold chain hanging from his neck. He’s already red in the cheeks and laughing along with who Johnny presumes are his friends, all of them leaning over the other to talk in each other’s ears all while sloshing liquor over the rims of their cups.
Johnny kinda wishes they weren’t standing directly in front of the bar so he could sneak some liquid courage before going up to Jeno’s group but he’s quickly found out by said man. For a second the lights flash over his face and Johnny’s heart plummets at the way Jeno looks at him. His eyes are focused on him already with a steely gaze like he’s been monitoring Johnny. The older man bristles under his attention but gathers himself to meet his friend.
”Hey, Jeno,” Johnny says when he reaches the group. Suddenly, four pairs of eyes are turned back at him and he starts to feel shy. Until Jeno reaches a hand out and pulls Johnny closer by the wrist.
“Johnny-ah! You showed up!” Jeno exclaims happily. He’s not nearly as drunk as Johnny thought he would be and he’s pleased by the attention the other gives him. “These are my friends I was telling you about. Jaemin and Haechan are in my program with me and Renjun is Haechan’s boyfriend.” Jeno points around the circle around him and the other guys wave at him or say hello as they’re presented. Johnny responds back in kind.
Then Jeno is pulling Johnny even closer as music booms through the club. “Thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to make it,” he says into Johnny’s ear. His breath is warm as it fans over the curve of Johnny’s ear and the back of his neck. He needs a drink and quickly.
“Of course I was gonna make it, Jeno. It’s your birthday, how wouldn’t I?” Jeno looks at him in earnest like he has something else to say but he shakes his head.
“Why don’t I get you a drink, huh?”
That’s how Johnny finds himself three beers in, on the dancefloor, watching Haechan and Renjun yell about something. Johnny doesn’t really do the whole club thing anymore, but he’s not going to be the only one not having fun so he sways side to side and tries to keep up with Haechan’s tirade. He hasn’t felt like this in months, probably at least a year, and he thinks he has to thank Jeno for the fun night.
Speaking of, the other man is at the bar with Jaemin waiting for their next round of drinks. Johnny doesn’t want to admit it, but he keeps looking back at the two and watches how close they sit and talk to each other. It has to be the alcohol, he reasons, that makes such a jealous pit exist in his stomach. He forces himself to turn around and throws himself into the music.
It isn’t long before the other two rejoin their group and they all have a fourth beer in hand. With that, it’s back to excitable dancing and scream singing the songs at each other at full volume. At some point in the night Jaemin tells the bartender it’s Jeno’s birthday and he brings out a fancy shot complete with whipped cream and sprinkles that Jeno throws back to the chorus of everyone’s applause.
When it’s the end of the night (not too late because Haechan and Renjun have plans for the following morning) they retreat to a table tucked in the corner. As Haechan and Renjun ready themselves to go, Jeno turns to Johnny. “Did you have a good time? I know my friends can be a bit much sometimes.”
Johnny looks at Jeno and he takes him in fully. From the stray hairs falling from his slicked back look to the flush crawling down his chest to the way the thin white shirt has gone slightly see through in some parts with his sweat and the heat of the club. Mostly, Johnny just sees his bright smile and the wrinkles around his eyes.
”I had so much fun. Thank you for inviting me, Jeno.” Johnny keeps his eyes on Jeno, flitting between them. Jeno does the thing he usually does where he looks like he has something else to say to him but nothing leaves him. Instead he gets up and says goodbye to his friends. Johnny follows suit and they all mention how happy they were to finally meet Johnny.
The affair ends quickly and after Jaemin follows the other two out, it’s just Johnny and Jeno left in the too loud club. Jeno settles back into the booth and Johnny follows, sitting just a bit too close to the other.
Jeno laughs under his breath and looks up at Johnny with lidded eyes. “Do you have any other plans tonight, Johnny?” His voice seems to reverberate inside of Johnny’s skull and he realizes belatedly he may still be a little drunk. He shakes his head gently and tucks a stray hair behind his ear.
The game of cat and mouse comes to a head and Johnny knows the next move here. It’s what every moment they’ve shared has led to. From the moments in the gym, those hands on his arms and his back under the guise of spotting, to the moments on their walks home, with their fingers just brushing and stumbling steps into each other. Johnny understands this, if nothing else.
“Do you want to come over to my place? I don’t have anything going on tomorrow,” Jeno mentions almost too quietly. But Johnny hears it and he can feel his heart beat in his ears now. He thinks he nods and then Jeno is taking his hand and taking him outside. Johnny doesn’t even know who’s taken care of the tab but he doesn’t care in that moment.
Jeno doesn’t let go of Johnny’s hand until they get to his apartment door when he has to fish his keys out of his pocket. Once he gets the door open, he steps to the side and lets Johnny in first.
His apartment is clean and nicely decorated with big white walls covered in framed art and sketches. He has books on his coffee table and a leftover mug from probably the morning on the breakfast bar in the kitchen. It’s lived in and comfortable and Johnny feels special to be let in.
From behind him, Jeno places a hand on his waist. “Make yourself comfortable,” Jeno says gently. His voice is somehow too loud and too quiet for this moment. He moves his hand from his waist but Jeno doesn’t step away.
Johnny turns in the space in the entryway and suddenly, he’s face to face with Jeno. In the light of the apartment, Johnny can see even more how see through the shirt has become and how it sticks to Jeno’s skin with every move. It’s not like Johnny’s never seen Jeno like this, but outside of the gym, it’s like Jeno is something he can have and feel the way he wants.
“Can I?” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, but Jeno heaves a breath and nods like it’s all he can do.
Johnny brings a hand up to Jeno’s bicep, feeling through the shirt how the skin stretches and how warm he is. With the other, he runs a hand through Jeno’s hair. He groans as Johnny does so, eyes shutting and rolling behind his eyelids in a way that sends heat straight to Johnny’s groin.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for months, Johnny. You don’t know what you’ve done to me. Since the second I saw you in the gym.” Jeno reaches his hands back up and places them back around Johnny’s waist. The older almost goes dizzy at the way Jeno’s fingers spread across his skin.
He doesn’t have time to think on that before Jeno starts pushing him back towards the wall gently. Johnny knows he has an out if he wants it, but he only grips Jeno’s arm harder when his back presses flat to the wall. His other hand lands over Jeno’s shoulder and he looks down to said man in between huffs of breath.
“Please,” he stammers, “kiss me, Jeno?”
Jeno suddenly breathes out a soft chuckle and Johnny almost thinks he’s nervous. Johnny’s heart beat stammers at the thought of Jeno being flustered over him. The younger meets his eyes before he starts leaning in, slowly, timidly.
When their lips meet, it’s soft. Jeno is all warmth and kindness and an air of positivity and light that almost melts into their kiss. Johnny tastes it between them. Jeno’s hands on his hips push him further up the wall and Johnny gasps, allowing Jeno the in he wants. Suddenly, Jeno is all the desperation of months of talking, of watching out for Johnny, of hoping that there’s something more between them.
Johnny’s hands come up to cup Jeno’s jaw as he deepens the kiss. It’s clear that the months of their working out together and the quiet, unspoken interest bleeds out into this moment. Johnny hums in his chest as Jeno’s thumbs massage little circles into his sides. They gasp little huffs of breath in between their lips, bodies rocking forward to meet each other. Jeno crooks his knee and it slots perfectly between Johnny’s thighs right under his ever growing hard on.
As they kiss feverishly, Jeno begins leading Johnny backwards. Of course, the older doesn’t know where he’s going, but he lets Jeno lead him with firm hands and firmer actions. Johnny’s back meets something hard and he places a hand back to stabilize himself. Jeno moves with swiftness and pushes him back, crowding even closer into his space. “Fuck,” Johnny sighs deeply. Jeno begins moving his lips down to Johnny’s neck and leaves wet kisses in his wake.
All of a sudden, Jeno has him turned so his front is pressed to the table. A gasp escapes from Johnny’s lips before he can suppress it, palms pressing to the softwood to soften his landing. Jeno’s entire body slots against his back, hands sliding around to his front to press slim fingers into the skin above his exposed waistband. The sensation has the knots in Johnny’s stomach tightening and making it hard to breathe properly.
Jeno’s lips ghosting on the back of his neck undoes any strength Johnny had previously. His knees give and Jeno’s hands have no choice but to tighten on his skin. “You okay, baby?” Jeno breathes against his ear. The affect in his voice, the way he sounds breathless with a slight rasp around the edges of his words, has Johnny’s eyes slipping shut and his head quickly nodding.
“Yes,” he groans from his chest. His hands have become fists against the desk clutching onto nothing but trying to stay grounded. “More than okay, please.” Jeno chuckles lowly into the side of his neck, causing shivers to spread over Johnny’s entire body. Jeno’s hands move from his stomach to his lower back pushing him further down to the table. When Jeno presses back against him, Johnny can feel how hard he already is. Jeno presses his lips back to Johnny’s neck leaving a trail of kisses and marks in his wake and the sensation has Johnny panting against the table.
Jeno kisses up the side of his face which only presses him tighter onto Johnny. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Johnny. I didn’t know how to tell you before,” Jeno says in between kisses to his cheeks and temples, “but I really like you.”
The words make Johnny’s heart flutter. He knew it deep down, but to hear it right from Jeno’s mouth is something else.
Johnny pushes up on the table and Jeno grabs his upper arm to help him turn his body. This way Johnny can look at Jeno and hold his face as he says, “I really like you, too.” Johnny can barely get the sentence out before Jeno is leaning forward to kiss him deeply. Jeno’s hands slip down past his waist and his hips to under his ass and next thing Johnny knows, he’s hoisted in the air.
“Jeno!” Johnny exclaims. He quickly wraps his legs and arms around Jeno’s body for support. “When did you get so strong?” Johnny kisses Jeno as he lets himself be carried wherever the other wants him.
Jeno chuckles into the kiss. “I don’t just go to the gym with you, you know. I wanted to bulk up a bit. For you.” He speaks so earnestly it makes Johnny fond all of a sudden, his chest tightening with the admission.
The room they enter is full of color with even more art on the walls but with plants in the corners filling the space as well. There are more books and music paraphernalia and small knick knacks across different surfaces. It’s a beautiful room, but Johnny doesn’t get much time to look around before he’s being laid down on a bed.
From above him, Jeno looks like a dream. He’s caging Johnny in between strong arms and his eyes hold a look Johnny doesn’t even think he can think about right in that moment. He’s gorgeous and intense and Johnny wants him in ways he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anybody else.
Jeno leans down and starts by pecking Johnny’s lips gently. It’s a small gesture, but Johnny reciprocates. Jeno kisses down the side of his neck up until the collar of his tee shirt. “Can I take this off you?” Jeno asks in between insatiable kisses to the underside of his chin. Johnny nods and Jeno pulls it above his head leaving Johnny exposed. And Jeno’s seen this too, but it’s so different now. He wraps a hand under Johnny’s lower back and lifts him just enough that he can get his mouth on his neck. Johnny gasps, his hands immediately coming up to wrap around Jeno’s head.
He presses kisses down and across Johnny’s chest leading to where he needs him. “C’mon, Jeno, don’t tease,” Johnny admonishes lightly. He tucks his fingers into Jeno’s hair and guides his head to his right pec.
Jeno smirks as he looks up to Johnny. “Oh, is this what you want?” He blows a gentle stream of air over Johnny’s nipple and the older jumps at the action. He needs Jeno’s mouth immediately like he needs to breathe. Jeno’s deep brown eyes are full of lust and Johnny watches the quirk of his lips before he latches onto Johnny’s nipple. Immediately, Johnny arches up, a gasp escaping him. Jeno snickers as he laps at his nipple and presses kisses to his sternum before continuing to his other side.
Jeno’s hands are gripping high on the thinnest part of his waist, his fingers leaving indents in his skin from the pressure. Johnny can’t think straight in between the heat from Jeno’s mouth, his hands on his body, and the evident boner Jeno’s sporting against his thigh. Johnny’s hands are locked in his hair, holding Jeno at his mercy, his head thrown back against the fluffy pillows.
Jeno peppers more kisses over his chest before coming up to his lips. Johnny is surprised by the sudden action but he kisses back enthusiastically. “Johnny,” Jeno says against his lips. The older gasps his response. Jeno’s hands move down to just under the curve of Johnny’s ass still covered by his jeans. “Wanna fuck you so bad, can’t stop thinking about your ass.” Jeno’s guttural in his want and Johnny flushes with warmth in his cheeks.
Johnny has bottomed, of course. He’s had boyfriends who drunkenly got curious, even a girlfriend once who had a strap and a dream, but every time it’s been more or less lackluster. Whether it was because of the pain or the general lack of pleasure, it just didn’t pan out too well for him. In the end, Johnny always figured that if his partner derived pleasure from it, then it was just fine for him. Now here Jeno is looking at him expectantly and Johnny swallows the hesitance in his throat and nods.
The younger meets his lips in another blistering kiss while his hands start working at the button of his jeans. Johnny meets him halfway and fumbles his zipper down, wiggling out of his jeans before they’re even fully undone. “Jeno,” he says in a huff. The younger looks at him with a wide smile coming across his face, his hands bunching the material of his jeans to help push them down past his plush thighs, his toned calves, and completely off.
“I’ll treat you right,” Jeno whispers like it’s sacred. His lips curve over the words and over Johnny’s clavicle. “I promise.”
And Johnny trusts him deeply, he really does. He’s never known Jeno to be anything but completely earnest.
Johnny nods back at him. “I know you will, birthday boy,” he says smally but it makes Jeno laugh loudly. “Been thinking about you, too. For a while now,” Johnny admits. He watches the way a blush works its up Jeno’s cheeks. It reminds Johnny of the redness he usually sports when they work out together.
“Yeah?” Jeno says to Johnny. “That’s so hot, Johnny. You’re so hot, I love your body.” Jeno mouths his way down Johnny’s torso until he reaches the waistband of his boxers. Jeno looks so good in this position, hot breath coming over his navel, his eyes glossed over in shameless want and drunken abandon. His hair is covering more of his forehead now and Johnny wants nothing more than to frame this moment.
The younger creeps his hands up to Johnny’s waist and curls his fingers over the edge of his boxers, tucking them inside. Johnny can’t wait much longer and he helps Jeno in pulling them all the way down, his pink dick flopping out. It’s already wet and hot and Jeno doesn’t think he’s ever been more excited than he is right then.
Jeno wraps his hand around Johnny’s cock and Johnny gasps from above him. He begins stroking, nice and slow, just enough for Johnny to get some stimulation and to have his lower back arching up to his touch. The older’s hands ball up the sheets on either side of his body grabbing onto what he can. “Fuck, Jen,” he says in English, but Jeno knows what he’s saying, “please, want you.”
It’s all he needs and Jeno wraps his lips around the tip of Johnny’s dick. He’s thought about being in between his toned thighs every time he’s accidentally seen him in the mirror, when he’s stood over Johnny and watched him bench, the slightest movement in his thighs from his muscles tensing and untensing. Johnny is hot and he’s older and Jeno wants to ruin him, just a little.
Jeno starts going down on Johnny to the sounds of the older groaning and whimpering, sweet sounds escaping him and drowning out all of Jeno’s thoughts. With one hand, he pumps the base of Johnny’s dick and continues to slobber all over him. Johnny’s wetness is something Jeno’s never experienced but it turns him on more than anything, making him rut down onto his bed.
With his free hand, Jeno wets the tips of his fingers and begins trailing down below Johnny’s balls to his hole.
“Jeno!” Johnny exclaims. The sudden touch makes the older lean up on his elbows so he can see Jeno better. “Fucking- Do you have any lube? I haven’t been on the bottom in a while,” Johnny admits smally. The alcohol in his system is not helping him at the moment, making his thoughts and actions lethargic.
Not wanting to create any discomfort, the younger gets up and moves to his drawer across the bed. Johnny can see that he’s hard in his jeans, his bulge straining against his zipper. He’s still fully dressed too compared to Johnny’s less than appropriate appearance spread out on Jeno’s bed.
Soon, Jeno makes his way back but before he resumes, he leans down to meet Johnny’s eyes. He runs a hand through his hair and kisses him gently. “Are you sure you want to bottom? I can, if it makes you more comfortable,” Jeno says in a whisper. Johnny is so touched by the younger’s words, but he fears if he doesn’t get Jeno’s dick inside him in the next few minutes, he’s going to do something drastic.
Johnny leans up and smashes his lips against Jeno’s which makes the younger laugh in surprise. “Jeno, I mean this in the kindest way, I need you to fuck me more than anything right now.”
It’s all Jeno needs to hear, his dick somehow jumping even more at attention. He resumes his position between Johnny’s toned thighs and places his mouth back on his cock. He wastes no time in lubing his left hand as well before he presses his index finger to the ring of muscle. Johnny jolts but settles quickly and Jeno resumes, pushing in lightly.
Johnny for his part just feels out the sensation expectantly. Just one finger doesn’t do too much for him and he just feels the stretch of Jeno’s finger. Soon he feels another one enter and Jeno keeps blowing him as a distraction that Johnny appreciates. The intrusion quickly becomes a pleasure as Jeno curls his finger and finds his prostate, something none of his other partners have done for him.
Johnny’s hands immediately find purchase in Jeno’s hair, clutching on and holding Jeno on his cock. “Feels so good, Jeno,” Johnny cries as Jeno continues to press it. It’s like nothing either of them have experienced before, Jeno with Johnny’s soft cries and desperation and Johnny with the absolute care Jeno has for him.
Two fingers become three and soon, Jeno is finger fucking Johnny within an inch of his composure. Johnny’s right leg is thrown over Jeno’s shoulder, his thighs pressing against his head tightly and trembling in want. Jeno thinks if he could choose to die in this position, he absolutely would. Johnny is making sounds Jeno has never heard, whining his praises and crying Jeno’s name.
Jeno pulls his fingers out much to Johnny’s dismay but that changes when he sees Jeno begin to unbuckle his belt. Johnny can’t move quickly enough as he springs forward to help Jeno out of his pants. Jeno’s already wet in his boxers, his breath coming out choppily. Johnny almost can’t believe he’s affecting Jeno the way he is, but he won’t question it.
“Can I suck your cock? Please?” Johnny murmurs, his mouth leaving warm and wet kisses against his bulge. Jeno looks down to meet Johnny’s eyes and he almost cums just at the sight. Johnny’s eyes are far away and red rimmed, probably from the whining he had been doing. His lips are bitten red and have puffed up in their wake, leaving them pouted and taunting. Jeno brings his hands down to cup Johnny’s cheek. Johnny’s always been pretty with small features and an almost dainty feel about him. Jeno doesn’t think he could say no to this face even if he wanted to.
He nods and cups Johnny’s other cheek in his free palm. Johnny quickly makes work of the younger’s boxers and pulls them down to his knees. Jeno isn’t as big as Johnny, but he is thicker and Johnny’s mouth instantly waters at the sight of it in front of him. He takes it into his mouth without hesitation, one of his hands coming up to hold onto Jeno’s side. He lets Jeno’s hands on his cheeks guide his movements up and down, keeping his eyes on Jeno and focusing on lapping on the head of his cock.
“Johnny, you’re so good for me,” Jeno says in a groan, “but if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come and I need to fuck you first.”
Johnny feels a lurch from Jeno’s cock in his hand and he chuckles before pulling off. He giggles to himself while meeting Jeno’s eyes and brings a hand up to wipe the saliva off of his chin. “That’s the hottest thing I think anyone’s ever said to me.”
Johnny lays himself back on the bed and spreads his legs to let Jeno in between them. Before he lays down, Jeno goes back to the drawer and takes a condom out. He rolls it on on his way back to the bed and settles himself in between Johnny’s legs. He gets his hands under Johnny’s knees and brings them up to his waist, watching the older’s face as he does so. Johnny is bigger than him, they both know it, taller and more muscular, but right now he lets Jeno overpower him.
“Are you ready, baby?” Jeno asks as he positions his cock in front of Johnny’s hole. Johnny barely registers the nickname Jeno’s given him before he starts nodding frantically. He brings his hands up to Jeno’s biceps expectantly.
Jeno presses his cockhead against Johnny watching the older exhale shakily at the push. It takes a second, and Jeno has all the time in the world, pushing and waiting for Johnny to take him. His head slips inside and slowly he fills Johnny up until his balls meet Johnny’s rim. Johnny’s easily the hottest person Jeno’s ever had in his bed and looking at him like this, spread out for him, red in the neck growing up his jaw, big muscular body gripping him for dear life, Jeno could come just from the sight.
They stay like that for a little bit. Jeno rocks his hips shallowly just enough to make Johnny notice it but not to hurt him if he’s not ready. Johnny’s hot inside and softer than velvet and Jeno can only imagine how it would feel to fuck him without a condom. Next time, he finds himself thinking.
Johnny from his position on the bed has never felt better. Jeno’s cock fits inside of him perfectly, just shy of touching his prostate. And even with how excited Jeno looks, he doesn’t push Johnny. Despite the arousal he has pouring off of him, he’s also watching Johnny cautiously letting him know that he’s in control and Jeno won’t do anything he doesn’t want to do.
Johnny settles his back down to the bed and tightens his legs around Jeno’s waist. Just that movement makes the younger fill him up just that much and Johnny cries. He brings an arm up to his face, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth before nodding quickly. Jeno almost wants to laugh at how cute he looks but he has something more important to do.
Slowly, Jeno cants his hips back, pulling his cock out until just the tip is inside. Johnny meets his eyes and he already looks fucked out, eyebrows knitted together and lust in his honey brown eyes. Johnny takes his own cock into his hand and pumps himself with the anticipation. “Do it, Jeno,” Johnny pleads. Jeno doesn’t need to be told twice and he thrusts.
Johnny is sure he’s never felt like this before. Jeno’s cock is hot and Johnny feels his rim stretching to accommodate each thrust of his girthy cock. He can feel him in his stomach just under where his dick bounces on his lower stomach and in his own fist. Jeno looks like a god above him when he leans forward and sets his arms on either side of Johnny’s head. The gold chain he’s been wearing all night swings forward and Johnny watches it like a pendulum with each thrust inside of him.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Jeno whispers in his ear, “Every time I saw you at the gym, I just knew I wanted you. You’re always so hot and beautiful, I can’t even think straight around you.” Jeno’s breath is hot and Johnny thinks he can still smell the hint of alcohol behind it making his thoughts spill out. Johnny would find it endearing but right now, all he’s worried about is coming.
He reaches up a hand and grips the back of Jeno’s neck, smashing their lips together. Jeno nips at his lips, licking into the corners of his mouth and groans from deep inside of his chest. “That’s very sweet, Jeno, but right now I need you to fuck me. Please.”
Jeno doesn’t hesitate before straightening his back. He brings his hands under Johnny’s knees and pushes the older’s legs forward, folding him in half. “Oh yeah, oh my god,” Johnny whines. With Jeno pushing him down, his vantage is even better and his cock hits Johnny’s prostate repeatedly. His eyes are dark with lust, his face intense with want and Johnny feels lucky to be at the receiving end of this look.
“Feel so fucking good, baby, I’m gonna come,” Jeno mutters. The sound of his hips smacking against Johnny’s is pornographic in the small room mixed with his grunts and Johnny’s soft mews and whimpers. Jeno lets go of one of his legs and takes one of Johnny’s nipples in between his fingers.
“Fuck!” Johnny yelps at the sudden touch. He speeds his hand up on his cock feeling the tell tale precome slipping over his tip and between his fingers. “Make me come, Jeno, please. Need you so b-ad-” Johnny’s sentence cuts away from him. He lifts his hand to Jeno’s bulging bicep and grips it tightly, nails digging into the firm skin there. “Fuck, fuck, Jeno!”
Johnny’s back arches off of the bed and in turns pulls Jeno’s cock even deeper inside of himself. It’s overwhelming and hot. Johnny bites down on his lip and he comes over his own fist moving at lightning speed. Jeno starts grunting even louder and then Johnny feels the lurch of the cock inside of him before Jeno plops on top of him with a sated sigh.
Johnny doesn’t know what time it is, what part of the city he’s in, hell, where his phone even is, but right now he doesn’t care. Jeno settles over him and Johnny finds he likes it, feeling full of the younger and smothered by his manly cologne and sweat. He didn’t think the night would end like this, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Hey, Jeno,” he whispers to the other man. Jeno’s eyes are shut as he breathes but he hums to let Johnny know he’s listening. Johnny giggles lightly and shifts down, settling Jeno’s cock comfortably inside of him. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this sated after being fucked. “Thank you. For taking care of me all the time. Don’t think I haven’t noticed all those things you’ve done for me.”
On top of him, Jeno nestles his head further into Johnny’s neck. If the older really focuses, he can almost feel Jeno’s smile against his skin. “Don’t thank me, idiot. Thank you for being hot.” Jeno slurs his words and Johnny can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of his chest.