Saddle Sore

by karsgovroom

Summary:

It's a hot ride in the Arizona desert, and there's hardly any water left in the canteen. Johnny starts getting bright ideas for a hydration source, and one thing leads to another...

Notes:

karsgovroom: this is an ongoing gyjo RP written by me and patches!! (patched_up_cupid)! I'm writing the perspective of Johnny and they are writing Gyro. There will be cross-reference to one another's dialogue post by post, but they are broken into paragraphs for an easier reading experience. i hope you'll all enjoy reading what we've written!!!

patched_up_cupid: hello!! i hope you enjoy marty and my silly little roleplay, it was VERY fun to write together and i am very proud of it :3 like he said each paragraph break is a new response. i played gyro and he played johnny. it might be a teensy bit confusing but it should be easy enough to follow ^-^ enjoy !

Chapter 1: Desperate people do desperate things

The sun blazed. Unyielding. Relentless. Johnny's overshirt, soaked with partially dried sweat, clung uncomfortably to his back. His eyes stung, his skin itched. Another bead rolled down his forehead onto his cheek. In desperation, he pulled off his hat- it was sopping wet- and scratched his fingers through his tangled, sweat drenched hair.

"Gyro..." His voice crackled in the desert heat. "Is there any water left in your canteen?" the bead of sweat rolled down to his dry, chapped lips and he licked it off, grateful for any moisture he could come across. Off on the horizon, a dark splotch- the next town- could be seen, though it was surely at least an hour's ride, maybe two, away from their position. He dabbed his hot, stinging cheeks with his soggy hat and waved his face with his hand.

"I'm burning up over here..."

 

“Yeah, yeah. I got some,” he rasped, clearing his throat in surprise at the sound of his own voice. He handed him his canteen, which was half full with lukewarm water, which felt cold in comparison to the sweltering heat. “Moments like this make me reconsider our journey…” he said half-jokingly, letting out a soft nyo-ho!

 

Johnny gave it a shake in his hand, feeling the swish of it just below the halfway point. He unscrewed the cap and brought it to his lips, gulping at it hungrily. A wave of guilt hit him as he swallowed, feeling the weight of it greatly decrease, and he reluctantly pulled it away from himself, hardly a trickle left, and held it back out to Gyro. Somehow, the desperation for more made him even thirstier.

"Sorry...." He panted, wiping a dribble away from his chin. "Was so thirsty... tried to leave a bit for you." He felt his back start to dampen with perspiration again, a sign of fresh hydration, but also the rate at which it was being lost. He frowned a bit, feeling greedy, and peered around the horizon for any sign of plant life. "Idunno.... Maybe we can find a cactus to cut open or something..." The arid, sandy plain around him seemed to disagree.

 

“It’s okay, Johnny,” he panted, fanning himself to try and stay at least a little cool. The sun was beating down on him, and he was practically sizzling through the gaps of the brim of his hat. He was sweaty, too, it was caked on his skin and he had a musky smell wafting from his body. “Maybe… doesn’t look like anything is nearby though. I’m sure it won’t be terribly long before we get to the town.”

 

Johnny wistfully watched as Gyro took the canteen back, his barely-parched thirst the single, overwhelming thought in his mind. A familiar tugging at his throat, and a burning in his nostrils took over him. He felt like crying, but his eyes were too dry to muster any tears. he sighed into his chest and stuffed his hat into the back of his shirt, dabbing up some of the sweat, and pressed it to his cheeks once more, hoping to get any relief from the unrelenting heat. The two pressed onward towards the dark smudge on the horizon, bodies and minds baking like hot pies under the sun. Johnny, feeling poorly for the animal carrying him, stroked his hand along Slow Dancer's neck. She, too, was slick with sweat.

"Poor thing..." He patted her and tried his best to fan her with his hands. The heat of the saddle against her back must be damned near unbearable, he thought. He glanced over to Gyro, who looked hot, red, and exhausted, and his brow furrowed with concern.

"Ain't you gonna drink from that canteen, Gyro? I ain't seen you take a sip of nothin' for at least an hour, and it's gotta be damn near a hundred degrees out here."

 

“I drank a lot before we left, but I haven’t stopped to pee yet,” he commented hoarsely, clearing his throat. “I’m trying not to pee my pants, and I’m also trying not to stop and pee so we don’t get sidetracked and take longer to get there. But I am thirsty as hell,” he muttered, taking another swig from his canteen. There wasn’t much left, maybe a few more sips if they were lucky. Valkyrie seemed exhausted. “Come on, girl. You can make it,” he murmured, patting her gently. “Fuck, I can’t wait to just get to this stupid town. I’m hoping to God it has an inn. If not we could just sleep under a tree, or somethin’. We’ll make do.” He wiped some sweat from his brow and rubbed his eyes. The town was getting closer, he could make out the shapes of buildings and even people.

 

Johnny swallowed hard. His throat seemed to stick together- along with his eyes- perhaps it was his emotional state, or the sun frying his brain, but hearing Gyro talk about relieving himself had placed dastardly thoughts in his mind. God, no, he wouldn't.... would he? Johnny tried his best to compose himself and clear the thoughts in his mind. But they kept coming. It was a survival situation, after all. And desperate people do desperate things. His heart, blood thick as honey, rattled against his chest as he planned out his devious proposal. He nervously looked to the sky, and felt a touch of calm when he didn't notice any balloons overhead. The last thing he needed was to be in the news for such depravity.

"Uhh...... Gyro...." He felt a knot begin to wind itself in his stomach, immediate regret flooding him at the choice to speak his mind.

"I'm uh..... I'm still real thirsty. "

Had he not already been sunburned to hell, he would have hid his face in embarrassment from blushing.

 

Gyro didn’t pick up on whatever he was putting down, but he could see that his partner was acting odd. Must be the heat. “You poor thing,” he cooed, holding the canteen out for him. “Here, drink the rest. You can have it. Since you’ve been so nice today,” he said with a short chuckle. “I don’t need it, my bladder is about to burst.” It really was. His bladder and cock were throbbing with need to release, it almost hurt, honestly, but somehow it felt arousing to him. He liked the feeling of needing to piss. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if he was horny or just had to pee. He adjusted his belt with a heavy hand, lightly massaging his crotch in the process to relieve some of the pressure.

 

Johnny looked at him with eyes he hoped would do the talking for him before taking the canteen back. It felt damn near empty in his hands, a shake of it barely producing an audible splash. He sunk into himself as he unscrewed the cap, feeling embarrassed, and nodded in thanks before tipping his head back and pouring the contents into his mouth. a couple of measly drops fell on his tongue, along with what felt like a bit of spit, and seemed to absorb on contact without hardly needing to swallow. He grimaced, twisted the cap back on, and passed it back. His heart pounded against his chest again, the thought of having to pry further for his request taunting him, though his desperation pushed him onward.

"I was... well..... To tell you truth.... " He coughed and cleared his throat.

"W-what i meant was...." He closed his eyes out of shame, afraid of the look he was about to get.

"Since... since you gotta go.... I thought maybe we ought not to waste that. " He gulped, hoping his proposition sounded at least moderately logical. He kept his eyes pointed at Slow Dancer's mane and attempted to glue them there, his humiliation becoming almost as overwhelming as his thirst.

 

Johnny’s nervous demeanor and words slowly sank into Gyro’s brain, and he couldn’t tell if he was just loopy from the heat, or if he was actually saying this. “Johnny…” He felt his cock grow to half-mast, intrigued at his words. “What the hell are you talking about?” he asked softly, attempting a lighthearted chuckle, but his intrigue and intensity was apparent. “You don’t want it to go to waste? You do realize that pee is mostly waste products, like urea, right?” he asked, internally recalling the time Johnny had said his medical mumbo-jumbo talk was sexy. Platonically, of course. Or was it? I mean, the man was asking to drink his pee, for God’s sake. “It’ll dehydrate ya, because of the salt, Johns,” he told him, trying to stay calm, but the desperate look in his partner’s eyes was definitely doing something to him.

 

"I uh... Well. I'd heard that, in survival situations..." He scratched at his head anxiously.

"i thought it might tie me over 'til we hit town.... Cain't get more dehydrated than i already am now, I figured..." He felt incredibly stupid trying to argue his point to a doctor, but somehow hoped Gyro's brain had baked into some sort of ultra-pliable state.

"Shyoot, Idunno... Maybe it was a stupid idea..." He twirled his finger around Slow Dancer's mane and finally lifted his head to look over at Gyro, whose inquisitive expression made Johnny lift an eyebrow.

 

“Survival situations, huh?” Gyro let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Johnny, you’re real damn lucky we’re in a rush to get to this town. Because with the way you’re talkin’ to me, if we weren’t on a time crunch, I’d have my way with you right here and now, you got that?” He was staring at him intensely, his cock now fully hard. Their horses continued trotting, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Johnny looked so fucking good like this. He always looked good, but bathed in the golden sunlight, soaked with sweat, hair a complete mess and a desperate, embarrassed demeanor about him? Gyro wanted to eat him alive. And he was not hiding it with his expression. 

“God, please don’t tell me you’re joking, Johns. That’d be a cruel thing to do to a man.”

 

Johnny's mouth fell open. His eyes darted back over to Gyro, he swallowed hard, and huffed in a deep breath. It was now or never. His mind wanted to betray him, but his heart prevailed in speaking:

"I'm serious. I cain't last another damn minute in this heat."

He gently tugged on Slow Dancer's reigns, and she, seemingly relieved, came to an immediate halt. A slight, familiar sensation swelled over his body, a tingling, a pressure- at the thought of what was about to transpire. He shook his head at the thought of anyone at all finding out. It was indeed now or never. He was doing this. He began to unstrap his legs from the saddle, letting them fall to the sides, before carefully picking up his left leg and swinging it over to his right. His exhaustion was incredibly apparent, even just lifting his leg was a struggle. He shakily begun to ease himself downwards, before landing onto the hot, soft sand below with a heavy plop.

 

Gyro growled as he stilled Valkyrie. He was a bit less exhausted than Johnny, as he’s had a bit more water than him, but he was still exhausted. He got off his horse and quickly made his way to Johnny, grasping him by his collar. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re serious,” he said desperately, reaching one hand to fiddle with his belt. “Please. You have to be serious here. Don’t fuck with me.” As soon as he got the okay, he’d kiss that boy with the passion of a thousand suns, but he had to know he was serious. This could just be some kind of sick joke. “If yer not pulling my leg, I… I’m gonna fucking ruin you, Johnny. There better be a goddamn hotel in this town.”

 

In spite of the heat, Johnny felt a shiver cross over his spine. His dry, chapped lips parted, and his chin lifted up to look the man above him in the eye.

"Boy, don't you tease me, neither." He gripped his hand around Gyro's wrist, not to move it, but to set his intentions.

"Go on, now. I told you I was serious, now let's get on with it. Don't keep me waitin'." He propped himself up as well as he could and leaned forward, his eyes falling to the commendable tent pitched in Gyro's trousers, before snapping them back up again, an aura of conviction within them. His heart began to beat against his chest once more, his breath picking up pace, and his eyes flashing back and forth between his prizes.

 

Gyro kneeled to pull him into a bruising kiss, their chapped lips mashing together and a shaky groan escaping his throat. He grasped Johnny’s hair and pulled him closer roughly, taking a deep breath of his scent. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmured. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, you have no idea.” He chuckled. “Well, kissing you, I mean. I’m not… opposed to peein’ in your mouth, but it wasn’t like it was the most pressing thing on my mind.” He undid his belt and stroked his cock through his boxers a few times, biting his lip and looking right into those beautiful baby blues. “Fuck, you want this? You want my cock in your mouth? Say it,” he snapped, giving his hair a quick tug for good measure, his head getting cloudy with desire.

 

A breathy moan escaped Johnny's throat as he was tugged into Gyro's lips- god how he had fantasized about it- his eyes fluttered closed, his heart squeezing every last ounce of romance he could out of it before his hair was pulled. A devilish grin crept across his face as he watched Gyro toy with himself, and he nodded feverishly at his depraved, sinful words. He swore in that moment a fire was lit inside him, and had little to do with the heat of the searing Arizona desert.

"I want it, " He panted out, firmly pressing a hand to Gyro's thigh.

"I need your cock, Gyro. God damn it, give it to me already." He pressed his own hand over Gyro's as he palmed at his length, his crooked smile growing wider and the look in his eye growing wilder.

 

He groaned as he tugged his boxers down, standing up straight and stroking it slowly, pressing the tip to Johnny’s lips. He groaned, feeling a bit shy— he wasn’t exactly used to peeing in front of an audience. But it was just Johnny. He could relax around Johnny. “Fuck, s’hard to get it out,” he grumbled, gently nudging it against his lips. He felt his insides tighten at the sight below him. Fuck, this man was going to be the death of him. His lips pursed, his eyes lidded and glimmering— damn him and his beautiful blue eyes. “You’re hotter than a chick like this, Johnny, I mean it,” he panted.

 

Johnny huffed out a small chuckle and pressed his lips against Gyro's head, something between a kiss and an encouraging suck. He tilted his head a bit and drank in the praise and adoring looks he was receiving- the ones he had fantasized about for at least a month now. He braced his hands against Gyro's hips, softened his expression, and eagerly tipped up his chin.

"Just... relax. Let it out." He purred, his voice still dry and hoarse from the hot air, but drawn out with a breathy, silken tone. As sultry as he could possibly manage under such circumstances. With that, he dropped his mouth open, his tongue just over his teeth, and looked Gyro in the eye with devilish determination.

 

Gyro moaned softly at his tongue against his head, resisting the urge to buck into the man. He shivered at his words, the look in his eyes, and did exactly as asked. Stroking his cock slowly, he squeezed it and he relaxed his insides, a small gush of urine releasing, followed by a steady, relieving stream. “Ohh, fuck,” he breathed in relief, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he quickly reopened one to admire the sight below him. He had quite a bit of urine inside of him, and it took him over thirty seconds to release it all. Johnny was drinking it all up like it was everything he ever needed, and Gyro stroked himself a bit. “You like that, baby? Fuck,” he groaned, his cock throbbing in his hand.

 

Johnny immediately moved inward as the stream hit his tongue- It was nearly as hot as the desert sand- acrid, pungent, and salty as Gyro had previously mentioned. But undeniably satisfying. He gulped it down greedily, leaving his mouth open each time he swallowed, with barely a drop dripping down his chin. The stream kept coming, and he kept swallowing each time his mouth was filled-five no, six times- before panting out shaky breaths, a look of sinful satisfaction across his face.

"God.... I want more... " He breathed out, taking his cock halfway into his mouth and hollowing out his cheeks, before drawing his head back, the tip leaving his lips with a noisy pop.

"So good.... Gyro... " His hands wrapped around Gyro's backside and pressed him in towards him, and took his length into his mouth. He savored him, and pressed him against his soft palate, and deeply inhaled at his hilt- god, that incredible musk... with his lips against Gyro's body, he looked up, enjoying the look on his face, before pulling back and pressing in again, swallowing as the length hit his throat.

 

“Fuck me,” he groaned at his motions, the relief of finally emptying his bladder mixing with his physical pleasure. Gyro hadn’t gotten off in months, but he was a strong-willed man. He couldn’t cum yet. But damn, did he want to. He savored the feeling of Johnny’s mouth around his cock, letting out a breathy moan. “Fuck, you’re good. I didn’t know you’d sucked dick before,” he grumbled, his experience undeniable in his skill. 

“Johnny, stop,” he breathed, pulling his hips back and taking a deep breath. Johnny’s expression was confused. “Listen. We need to get to town before we both dehydrate to death,” he said gruffly, stroking Johnny’s cheek with his hand. He quickly redressed himself and pulled Johnny into another deep kiss, tasting the salt and tang of his own piss in his mouth. 

“Come on, boy. Back on our horses. You need help?” He sighed at Johnny’s visible disappointment. 

“Listen, Johns. I want to fuck you, I do. But I want to do it right, and the right way to treat a man, is not to fuck his mouth in the middle of the goddamn desert. Now let me get you on your horse.”

 

Johnny could hardly hold back his laugh. Surely Gyro was right, but he had just pissed in his mouth. Quite a lot, in fact.

"Alright, desperado. I didn't take you for such a romantic. Just hoist me up a bit, I can climb the rest of the way up." He winked after he said it, a cheeky smile spreading across his face.

Gyro knelt down and lifted the small man, Johnny assisting by wrapping his arms around Gyro's neck, and hiked him upwards towards Slow Dancer's saddle. Johnny could swear he felt a pat on his ass as he pulled himself on, and grinned slyly to himself. He wiped his chin with the back of his wristguard, re-fastened his legs to his saddle, and took the reigns into his hands. He turned his head to Gyro and gave him a knowing nod as he mounted Valkyrie, and they pressed onward towards the small town. A small burp confirmed his actions to his nearly-simmered brain, that his belly was indeed full of Gyro's piss. And somehow, he did feel refreshed.

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Chapter 2: Room for Two

Summary:

Johnny and Gyro made it to town, and things get spicy at the inn.

The shapes on the horizon began to grow closer and taller, more clear and defined, and after about an hour and a half's ride, they were finally approaching the town's border. It was small, probably an old mining town, and had but one well in the center of the town square.

"Should probably get ourselves and the horses watered before we find an inn," Johnny broke the silence of their ride.

"God knows what your piss is doin' to my insides." He shot Gyro a glance and a smile. There wasn't a soul around, and the town square was as hot and sun-baked as the rest of the damn desert. Thankfully, at the very least, the well water was cool and drinkable.

 

“Thank God we’re finally here,” he said, relieved, and utterly dehydrated. The piss comment had him chuckling. “I don’t even want to know. Hopefully you don’t get sick.” When they finally made their way to a water pump, he filled their canteens, watered the horses, and drank plenty between the two of them. He felt a little greedy, but he felt like it was earned at this point. When they made it to the inn, they discovered there was only one bed available, and under different circumstances, they’d probably feel awkward, but the pair was quite relieved at this information. They hurriedly rushed to their room and Gyro fumbled with the key before snatching the door open, pulling Johnny inside and lifting him up and onto the bed. “I figured we need showers, but… fuck, I can’t wait,” he panted, leaning back to pull his shirt off.

 

Johnny leaned up on his elbows, watching Gyro strip with feverish excitement. He bit his lip as the sweat soaked shirt peeled away from his torso, every inch it revealed a feast for his hungry eyes. His skin glistened like quartz through the golden sunlight cast through the windowpanes, the trail of his hair from his chest to his groin stuck together with a slick of sweat. His breath and heart began to race again as Gyro started to climb overtop of him, long strands of his hair tickling his torso as they brushed over him, the weight of him pressing down the bed at his sides making him rock back and forth ever so slightly. And there he was, this beautiful man, perched above him. His face flushed, hidden by his sunburn, as he trailed his hands along Gyro's torso. So incredibly warm, so incredibly smooth- his slick skin against his fingertips sending goosebumps down his arms. He looked into his eyes, his beautiful green eyes, and he felt himself melt.

"Gyro... you're beautiful. " He reached up to brush some of his hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear, letting the sun sparkle off his eyes, and leaned up to kiss him- the kiss he had been waiting for. It was long, slow, sweet as brown sugar. He wrapped his arms around Gyro's neck to pull him closer, to feel his weight against him. And it was heavenly. He let it burn into his memory as he held him, the feel of his lips, the scent of his sweat, the hot touch of his skin against his own.

 

“You’re even more beautiful, mi amore,” he purred, pulling Johnny into a deep, passionate kiss. He licked his lips to make them as soft as possible, though the rough skin made the kiss even more textured in an unexpectedly pleasant way. He slowly maneuvered himself over him, still kissing him intently as he smoothed his hand from his chest to his belly. He rubbed him up and down, then broke the kiss, pressing a few onto his face. Johnny moved to meet his lips once more, but Gyro firmly kept to the side, kissing the sensitive skin of his neck. Johnny moaned softly and tilted his head away to give him more access, and he sucked the skin gently, breathing in the milky scent of his sweat. He gently, experimentally sank his teeth in, and Johnny moaned louder, squirming beneath him. He chuckled lowly.

“S’that good, love?” He pressed a kiss to the bite mark and impatiently pulled that stupid sleeveless hoodie from his body, before peppering his neck and chest with kisses. He smoothed his thumb over Johnny’s left nipple and kissed the right, glancing up at him. Johnny’s face was twisted up— in a good way. “They’re sensitive like a girl’s, hm?” He dragged his tongue across the perky pink flesh and sucked, gently pinching the left nipple and eliciting a whine from the blond. “God, you’re so fucking sexy… fottere. I’m gonna eat you alive.” He was throbbing in his pants, feeling quite blue-balled, though it was his own fault. He ground against the mattress as he continued to suck against him, and noticed Johnny’s hard-on. “Ah, Johnny. I notice your penis is still functioning,” he said matter-of-factly, “which means your prostate should be too. Do you know what a prostate is, Johnny?”

 

Johnny writhed under the man, his touch and his kiss hotter then the sun that blazed over the desert, hotter than fire- it contained a passion that set him alight from the inside, set his heart awhirl. Johnny'd had flings in the past, but this was different from casual sex. this felt like making love. He felt himself being cherished, each kiss more fiery than the last, each caress sweeter and more heart-achingly tender. Gyro's soft lips against his skin, his sexy golden teeth against the nape of his neck. He threw his head back in ecstasy, a shaky gasp leaving his lips when he felt the deep pressure of the bite, soothed over by Gyro's warm, soft lips. He felt no shame as Gyro eased him out of his sweat-soaked clothes. How could he? Gyro made him feel beautiful. And he was so beautiful. He scanned Gyro's body as he sat up for a moment to toss his hoodie aside, memorizing his shapes and colors, before he was toppled backward again and showered with his kisses. His chest felt electric with Gyro's touch, it felt so fresh and new- he'd never had his nipples played with, nor toyed with them on his own- but it drove him wild. Had he the ability to do so, his hips would have undoubtedly bucked.

And then- the question- a prostate? what is a prostate? He found himself feeling stupid in front of the doctor once more. He shook his head no.

"Never heard of it," He said, and pressed a kiss to Gyro's jaw.

"But you can teach me."

 

“Well, your prostate is an organ connected to your penis, most easily reached through the anus,” he explained, reaching into his pants to rub over his cock. He knew he couldn’t feel much, but anything at all would be incredible. “It creates the fluid that escapes your penis— ejaculate, not urine.” He kissed down to his belly and impatiently pulled his stupid star pajama pants down, kissing him through his boxers. He looked up at him as he spoke. “When stimulated directly, someone can experience a prostate orgasm, even if most— if not all, of the feeling in their penis is gone. Do you trust me, Johnny?” he asked, requesting permission, in a way, to continue. He gently grazed over his stomach with his fingernails and licked the stain of precum in the boxers, savoring the musky scent that lingered there.

 

Johnny felt a twinge of embarrassment, his expression changing from sultry to surprise as Gyro explained his own organs to him. He had heard that some men do things like this- anal sex- but had shrugged it off as soon as he'd heard it as some sort of humorous tall tale. But Gyro seemed so sure. So confident. And it was so fucking sexy to hear him explain it all with such medical, textbook matter-of factness. Johnny squirmed and swallowed the spit in his throat, and shuddered as Gyro's fingers trailed his abdomen down to the point it went tingly-numb.

"I do... I trust you, Gyro-- hahh..." He let out a pleasured sigh at the sight of Gyro licking him through his underwear, his half-numb, full-mast cock flexing upwards in anticipation. It was true he could barely feel it, but the sight of him there was all too tantalizing. He reached out with his hand to stroke his fingers through Gyro's hair once more and looked into his eyes, which seemed to say "I'm sure about this"- he gave a shallow nod as Gyro began to help him out of his underwear. He did his best to arch his body up, taking some of the weight off his back. Slowly, Gyro slipped them down, exposing him- his soft, blond curls, his bobbing pink cock, his silky, pale thighs. Gyro pulled his boxers down to his ankles, slipped his heels through the holes, and cast them aside. Normally, in his state, being undressed by someone might feel degrading, humiliating even. But not with Gyro. It felt liberating. He felt respected. His eyes never left Gyro, but they trailed downwards from his face to his loins, and his devious, sultry look took over his expression once more.

"Let me help you, now." He pressed his palm against the throbbing bulge in Gyro's pants before unfastening his belt buckle- its pointing fingers which seemed to be instructions for him- and slipped his fingers into the waistband.

 

He stared in awe at the beautiful sight before him, drinking in the visuals of Johnny’s perfect pink cock and cute blond pubes. He hungrily, greedily licked at his cock, tasting the bitter salt of his precum and savoring it, because it was Johnny’s. “I’m gonna eat you alive,” he said it like a promise, his eyes lidded with an intense green glint.

As Johnny requested he let him help Gyro, he replied, “Go ahead.” He let out a heavy breath as he palmed him, leaning his hips against the gorgeous man before him. “Fuck, Johnny, don’t tease me,” he hissed, biting his lip and narrowing his eyes. “I haven’t came in months, I fucking need this— I need you,” he emphasized intensely, genuinely, as he pulled Johnny into another hungry, yet short-lived kiss. He let him unbuckle him, and then when he dipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled, he breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air of the inn hit his sweaty, aching cock.

He gave himself a quick stroke, his mouth hanging open with pleasure, and as Johnny wrapped his hand around his cock, he swore he almost fainted at the mere fact that he was doing it. His best friend in the world, his partner, was jerking him off. He got a bit carried away as he stroked him, but eventually pulled Johnny’s hand away, throbbing needily. “I want to fuck you,” he said, quietly but with an intensity Johnny had only seen in battle. “I need to fuck you, Johns.” He begrudgingly parted with the blond to find his satchel, digging around for a moment before fetching a small bottle of oil. “I keep this around for cooking purposes. I’d thrown out my condoms a while back because… well, I didn’t think I’d be getting much action during a horse race,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Condoms with lubricant are ideal, but we can make do with just lube.” He helped move Johnny to a more comfortable position and settled himself between his legs, pouring and spreading the oil over his fingers. “You’re actually relatively clean here, so don’t worry about that, nyo-ho!” he said, noting Johnny’s embarrassed expression as he circled his index finger over his tight hole. “This might feel a little funny,” he warned him. “Are you ready? Is this okay?”

 

Johnny felt goosebumps cover his torso as he watched Gyro trail his tongue across his cock, his reflexes responding to it with a hearty flex. His mouth fell agape as Gyro spoke obscenities to him, and he licked his lips with fervor as he eased down Gyro's damp and sweaty chaps. He felt saliva begin to pool in his jaw as he pulled downwards, Gyro's impressive piece of meat and handsome bush springing out and bobbing in front of him once more, with enough room on the shaft for both Gyro's hand and Johnny's. He felt it twinge and rapidly grow under his touch, his head becoming swollen and shiny, a few drops of pre leaking from his tip. He glanced up to take in Gyro's twisted, pleasure filled expression, and gave his shaft a satisfied squeeze. He looked in bewilderment as Gyro suddenly pulled away, reached into his bag, and pulled out the small bottle of oil. He bit his lip as Gyro spoke - "I need to fuck you..." he grabbed his own cock as a reflex and squeezed it in his hand.

"Fuck me, then. Fuck me like one of your girls back in Italy. "

Gyro sat him back and helped him spread his legs, and grazed over his hole with an oiled finger. Johnny swallowed, the last fleeting feeling of embarrassment leaving him as he locked into his desires.

"I want you , Gyro." He said, wrapping his arms around the back of Gyro's neck.

"I'm ready. I trust you."

 

Fuck me like one of your girls back in Italy. Johnny’s words went straight to Gyro’s cock. “Those are dangerous words… but don’t worry. I’ll fuck you better than I ever did them, you hear me?” he said with a small grin, gently pushing his index finger into Johnny’s ass. He didn’t react much. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t feel very much at first, but… just you wait,” he murmured, feeling around and pushing deeper before curling his finger toward his belly. Johnny keened and jumped at the sensation that coursed through him, and Gyro’s grin widened, stroking that sweet spot with slow, teasing strokes. “See? I told you, nyo-ho! There’s my good boy,” he praised him with ease, slowly adding another finger and prodding that spot once more. More fluid began to dribble from his cock, and gyro swiped it up with his thumb and licked it, a seductive look in his eyes as he gazed down at Johnny. “Someone’s getting pretty excited, eh? You want my cock in you, Johnny? I’ll stretch you out, alright,” he promised, gradually adding a third finger once his hole had adjusted a bit more.

He carried on fingering him, stretching his fingers out so he could make room for his cock. He took a heavy breath, his cock throbbing impatiently at everything about the situation before him. After a particularly long stroking of his prostate, he pulled away, earning a needy whine from Johnny, who hadn’t felt pleasure this intense in a long time. He spread a generous amount of oil over his cock and nudged it against Johnny’s hole, slowly rubbing him there as he teased Johnny’s cock with his hand. “Tell me how much you want it, Johnny,” he murmured, gazing down at him through narrow, dilated eyes.

 

A smirk crept over Johnny's face as Gyro gave him his promise. I'll fuck you better than i ever did them. Johnny would be lying to himself if he hadn't imagined it. Imagined himself in their place. And himself in another lifetime, with working legs, where he could do the same in return. He'd hardly noticed when Gyro slipped his finger in, going more by sound than by pressure, but then- that sudden, heavenly , spot- His back arched in response, and his cock jumped and slapped against his belly.

"Ohh, Oh my- Oh my GOD! " His head flew back, his mouth slack, and he panted out a few more curse words under his breath as Gyro massaged at his insides.

"Gyro!! It's so... it's so intense! " In his mind, his hips were bucking with feverish need, yet they laid still. He watched as Gyro wiped a great string of precum off his cock and sucked it off his finger, making him twitch and pant out a high, breathy moan. Gyro's filthy words were intoxicating. He hissed against his teeth as Gyro withdrew his fingers, but bit his bottom lip hard as he re-positioned himself against his entrance. Tell me how much you want it, Johnny. His eyes were that of a tiger's, ready to pounce on it's prey. And Johnny was a supple, tender, unsuspecting deer.

" Fuck me, Gyro." He commanded, firmly wrapping his hand around Gyro's as it gripped his cock.

"Make me scream ."

 

Well, he didn’t have to tell him twice. Gyro slowly pushed his cock in, hissing at how deliciously tight his hole was. He pushed in until he bottomed out, and he had to take a breath, his ass clenched with effort as he leaned against him. He slowly took hold of Johnny’s legs, then propped them up, his ankles atop his shoulders. The change in position had him reeling for a second, and he slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, angling as upward as he could. His cock did have a bit of an upward curve, which he felt lucky for, but he still needed to angle his hips to hit that spot.

“It’s… a little easier to find your prostate with my fingers than my cock, but I’ll try my best, okay?” he said with a smile, turning to press a kiss to Johnny’s ankle. He slowly began to speed up, his throbbing desperation increasing rapidly by each second. He could be patient. He knew how to take things slow, how to drag things out. He knew to give Johnny a good time. But fuck, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to pound his pretty little brains out right then and there. He angled his hips slightly more upward and, with a particularly heavy thrust, Johnny cried out, and Gyro groaned, thrusting against that spot once more. 

“Is that good? You like that?” He chuckled softly and sped up slightly, his core heated with arousal. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Johnny. Better than any girl I’ve ever been with.” He leaned down and kissed him deeply, still rocking his hips against him as he did. He pulled back as to not stretch him too far, grasping his thighs for leverage as he fucked into him.

As he gazed into his eyes, a realization dawned on him, a crushing but somewhat obvious realization: he loved this boy. It was different than a fling, it was different than how he felt with his girls back in Italy. He wasn’t just getting his dick wet, he was making love to him. He really, truly wanted to make him feel as good as possible, open his eyes to a new world of pleasure, to show him he wasn’t broken, he was beautiful, he was perfect. He panted, closing his eyes, anxiety gripping his insides. You can’t just drop this bomb on him during your first time, he scolded himself, but his urge to spill his guts was overwhelming.

 

Gyro's entry was painless. In some regards, Johnny was thankful for the numbness he felt. He watched Gyro's face twist with ecstasy as he pushed in, a cheeky smirk spreading over his face as he enjoyed the view. He made such delicious sounds- little huffs and gasps- they sent electric shocks down Johnny's spine. He giggled a little as he was re-positioned, but any humor about the situation quickly turned to bone-rattling pleasure as Gyro angled himself just right.

"God, YES! Gyro, that's it! Right - hahh- there! Oh my god! " His voice was muffled as Gyro's lips pressed into his, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Gyro's back, scraping and pressing at it, gripping onto him as if he were the only standing tree in a hurricane. Better than any girl I've ever been with. Johnny looked into his eyes as he said it, his heart throbbing, chills racing down his back and his arms. He felt drunk with Gyro's praise. He felt something deeper than just sexual longing under his gaze. Something that meant so much more. He could feel Gyro's racing heartbeat through his chest as he pressed into him, his kiss was so hungry and so pure. It was something beyond lust, something he had never felt before. He kissed him back with such ferocity it almost hurt, his hands trailing up Gyro's back and weaving into his long, messy hair. He needed this man in so many ways . Carnally, soulfully. Eternally.

 

Johnny was being loud, and part of Gyro wanted to remind him they were in a hotel, but most of him didn’t fucking care. He needed to hear more of that beautiful voice of his. He hissed as Johnny scratched his back, and he bucked his hips hard into his sweet spot. He couldn’t help but kiss him once more, rocking his hips upwards as he did, cupping his face in his hands. He pulled back to look into his beautiful blue eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Johnny,” he panted, brushing some of his hair out of his face. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

He fucked into him harder, groaning with pleasure as Johnny’s pretty noises and words poured into his ears. “God, Johnny, you sound so fucking good. I don’t care if every goddamn person in this inn hears you, say my name,” he hissed demandingly, gently stroking Johnny’s cock in tune with his thrusts. Despite his desperation, Gyro had quite good stamina, though he felt he couldn’t last too much longer. He would do anything he could to keep himself going. He tightened his core, steadying his thrusts. He wanted to make Johnny feel good, to make him cum, if it was the last goddamn thing he ever did.

 

Try as he might, Johnny felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he heard it. You're so beautiful, Johnny. His face held tenderly, he dared not hide or look away from Gyro. I'm the luckiest man in the world. How could he be, when he was the one with the luck? Here he was, flooded with ecstasy, with the most beautiful man in the world breathing life into him with his touch, making him feel desirable, making him feel loved. It had finally crossed his mind. He loved this man. The constant waves of pleasure grew in his body as Gyro rocked against his prostate, this godsend of an organ which Gyro had just told him about, and coupled with the gripping pressure he could feel a hint of on his cock, he was beginning to send him over the edge. Feelings he hadn't felt in years- or at all- He dove his head into Gyro's shoulder, half to hide his face, half to press kisses into the nape of his neck. It crossed his mind again. He loved this man. He was making love. The sensation grew stronger and closer, the delicious slaps of Gyro's body against his driving his senses wild, feeling his body shake with each thrust against the mattress- He threw his head back again and shouted, a long, wailing moan, so primal and honest. He couldn't hold back anymore.

"God, yes! Gyro!! Fuck!! Oh my god, You're gonna make me cum!! " He gripped his hand around Gyro's again, squeezing hard around it and stroking himself in tandem, before the heavenly waves of orgasm took over him. His body lurched forward, his belly tensed, and hot ropes of cum splashed between their bellies. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, he gasped and panted, never having felt such intensity before. He swore, for a moment, he could see angels. He grabbed Gyro by the back of his neck and pulled him into a sloppy, breathy kiss, their tongues clashing together, searching in one another for an answer to their feelings. Gyro's pace grew faster, harder, and stars began to fill his vision.

 

Gyro nearly doubled over as Johnny came, yelling his name and his words. “Fuck, Johnny!” He sped up, his thrusts getting sloppy, shaky. He felt an overwhelming, hot pleasure build in his core. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, too, Johnny, Johnny!” he cried, seeing stars as he came. Pleasure washed over his entire body, alongside an overwhelming flood of endorphins. He quickly pulled out and jerked himself off, stroking himself slowly and groaning as he came onto Johnny’s stomach, the ropes long and shooting further than he’d expected— one landing on Johnny’s face and another on the bedframe behind him. “Shit, I’m sorry— I’ve never came that hard before,” he said with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to Johnny’s knee and leaning forward to wipe his chin and cheek. He didn’t even bother cleaning his stomach off (yet), leaning down to pull Johnny into a deep kiss. As his post-nut clarity washed over him, the heavy reality that he was still in love with Johnny sat in his stomach like a stone. He felt a tear escape his eye, and he pulled back, holding his face. “Johnny, I’ve never felt this way for anyone else before. I think I’m in love with you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I know that’s very forward. I don’t expect you to feel the same way. I just need you to know. Who knows what could happen to us on this journey? I don’t— I don’t want us to split ways, I don’t want to die knowing I never told you the truth.”

 

Johnny's belly rose and fell with his breath, laying flat on his back, and stared at the man next to him. I think i'm in love with you. It rang in his ears like church bells. His chest ached in a way he had never felt.

"Gyro..." He reached up with a shaky hand and wiped a tear rolling down his cheek. Hearing him mention his death felt like a cold stake was plunged through his heart, and he silenced him with a kiss.

"I love you, Gyro." He cradled his face in his hands and pushed away the tears with his thumbs.

"We'll get to New York together . And when we cross that finish line, together, I'll come back to Italy with you." He took Gyro's hand in his own and squeezed it, intertwined their fingers, and pressed a kiss to Gyro's knuckles.

"I promise I will stay with you."

 

Gyro’s lip quivered slightly, and he kissed Johnny once more, feeling downright greedy as he stole kiss after kiss from the man. He didn’t use any tongue, he felt it was too sexual for the moment, but he kissed him deeply, passionately. He pressed their foreheads together and stroked his cheek with his thumb. “I’m never leaving your side, Johnny. I’d be more than happy to spend the rest of my life with you. I mean it.” He backed away, quickly grabbing one of the hotel’s towels on the nightstand and wiping Johnny’s stomach down, as well as the cumshot that had landed on the headboard. “Sorry I didn’t clean you sooner, Johnny.” He put the towel away and pulled himself into Johnny, wrapping his arms around the man. “What do you want to do now? The night’s still young, nyo-ho!”

 

Johnny smiled at Gyro, and then he pondered. He looked him up and down. He chewed his bottom lip, feeling pensive, and took in a deep breath.

"I want to try it." Gyro furrowed his brow.

"I mean i want to try taking you, this time. it was..." He shook his head with a smile on his face.

"it was incredible for me. I want to return the favor."

He stroked his arm, trailing his fingers up to his shoulder, and rested his hand in the crook of his neck.

"I'd like to see you make those same faces.... and make those same noises, too." He pressed a kiss to Gyro's lips and gave him a playful nip. "Would you try it, for me?"

 

“Oh?” Gyro chuckled and pecked his lips. “I’d love that. I’ve tried anal with myself before, but never with a partner. I’m afraid I’m used to topping… and just generally being with women. But I want to try it.” He leaned back to grab the oil. “Do you want to prep me, or do you want me to do it? I don’t mind either way, but having your fingers in me would be pretty hot,” he said with a soft nyo-ho.

 

Johnny's face flushed, feeling a nervous excitement come over him at the idea of such a new experience. He sat himself up and gently pressed Gyro down by his shoulders.

"I want to do it. Just guide me." He picked up the bottle of oil and poured it over his fingers, rubbing it in with his other hand, and carefully set it down beside the bed. He hoped that the dimming light would hide the fact that he was shaking slightly as he positioned Gyro in front of him, lifting his legs over his shoulders, and moved his hand down. He looked so beautiful like that, laying on his back, his long messy hair splayed out along the bedspread, his long and slender legs raised and resting on either side of Johnny's neck. Johnny looked him in the eyes as he grazed an oiled finger over his entrance, feeling it twitch against him in response to the light touch.

"Just like this, right?" He swirled his finger around him a few times, spreading the oil and watching Gyro's cock grow and raise once more. Slowly, and carefully, he prodded his middle finger inwards. Gyro clenched and flexed around him, and he waited for the muscular spasms to subside before pressing further.

"Is... is it alright?" Gyro's face showed a mixture of joy and discomfort, and a somewhat eager, anticipatory disposition. He wasn't sure how to find that special spot , but he was damned sure he would try.

 

“Yeah, like that,” Gyro said softly, nodding as he laid against the bed, flushing at the intimacy and exposure of the position he was in. He hadn’t fingered himself in a long time, so he was particularly sensitive, but this wasn’t exactly new territory for him. He groaned softly as Johnny buried his finger deeper inside him, involuntarily flexing and squeezing around him. He was admittedly a tiny bit tense, but he was trying to relax. “Feels good,” he said softly. “I love having you inside me, Johnny,” he said boldly, moaning softly as Johnny added another finger. “I imagine you haven’t done this before. It’s sort of like with a girl’s sweet spot— you aim for the belly,” explained, “because the prostate is behind the penis.”

 

"So... like this?" Johnny curled his fingertips upward and pressed, his jaw falling open as Gyro's breath sharply hitched and he let out a high wail, his cock leaping upwards and smacking his belly. He smirked, and grabbed hold of Gyro's cock in his left hand, giving it a playful squeeze, and began to press rhythmically at his insides. He simply held his cock still, but it flexed and throbbed with every prod, his breath growing more frantic and shaky.

"Speak up, Gyro..." He temporarily stopped moving his fingers. "Tell me you want to ride me." He looked down at himself, saw that he was at full mast, and slipped a third finger into Gyro, watching his face grow redder and more desperate. He let go of Gyro's cock and grabbed his own, giving it a hard squeeze, and swirled his fingers upwards against Gyro's silky walls.

 

Gyro felt a gunshot of pleasure through his gut as Johnny located his sweet spot so easily. “Fuck! Johnny, yes, right there,” he panted, his cock throbbing and twitching with each stroke at his sweet spot. He felt himself throb in Johnny’s hand and he squirmed beneath him, shaking slightly as he abused his prostate. “Fuck, please let me ride you, I need your cock in me, daddy,” he groaned, burning with embarrassment that he’d let the name slip. He didn’t even realize he was into that, until it was coming out of his mouth. Johnny really was daddy material. “Fuck, m’sorry,” he said bashfully, covering his mouth with his hand.

 

Johnny's eyes snapped open. He knew he must be making some kind of a face by the way Gyro shut his mouth in embarrassment. I need your cock in me, daddy. The shock wore off quickly as a devilish feeling came over him, desperate to hear it again in that shaky, breathy voice of his. He tipped his head and a terrible smile crept across his face, the kind that could be accompanied by horns, fire and a trident.

"You want this cock, baby?" He teased and tugged at himself. making sure Gyro could see. "Beg for it. Call me that again." He jabbed his fingers in again sharply, satisfied when he'd pressed out another high, shaky moan from Gyro's precious little throat.

 

Baby. Gyro keened, nodding and whining as he jabbed at is insides. His reaction and request was all the confirmation and reassurance he needed. He’d said the right thing. “Please, oh please, daddy, I want your cock, I need your cock!” he cried, reaching to grab Johnny’s hand and squeeze it tight, a deep desperation in his blazing green eyes. “I’ll do anything, I need to be filled, I need you, daddy, please,” he said with a familiar intensity. “Johnny, fuck me,” he whispered, and that had sealed the deal, or at least he prayed it had, judging the hungry look in Johnny’s blue eyes.

 

Johnny's expression could be mistaken for sinister if it weren't for his hungry looking smile. He looked at Gyro as if he were a feast on a white tablecloth, and he was prepared to have seconds. He stroked Gyro's cheek, like a mother giving praise to her child, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"What a good girl you are. I'll give you what you need, my love." He withdrew his fingers, and took Gyro by the hands, sitting him up again, and laid down in his place. In his left hand, he gripped onto his cock, stroking at it slowly and tightly, and with his right, gave his lap a beckoning pat .

 

What a good girl you are. His words would have probably killed Gyro, were he a weaker man. He was very confident in his masculinity, but the second Johnny used those words on him, feminizing him, degrading him, even, his cock throbbed and he let out a shameful whine. “Johnny…” he whispered, his heart thudding heavily against his rib cage. As he patted on his lap and laid back, the sight before Gyro made him feel lightheaded. He’d heard of the phenomenon of subspace, but he’d never actually felt it himself until now. His head felt floaty, like he was high, but he hadn’t smoked anything in years. He obediently pulled himself to Johnny.

The man wasn’t exactly small, but he wasn’t so big it would hurt, he thought, as he lowered himself onto his cock. He spread his cheeks apart and rubbed up against Johnny’s cock, grunting softly as he did, teasing himself more than he was teasing Johnny. “I probably look like a whore right now,” he murmured, eyes lidded with desire as he gazed down at Johnny. “And maybe I am. For you, Johnny.” With a firm nudge, he felt Johnny’s tip enter his ass, and he was pretty damn tight. He winced as he sunk to the hilt, his legs shaking like it was his first time. He placed his hands on Johnny’s shoulders for leverage as he ground against him, trying to get used to having a real, pure-bred Kentuckian cock in his ass, and making soft sounds in the process. “You’re the perfect size…”

 

Johnny gasped as Gyro lowered himself onto him, the tight ring of him squeezing over his head being just strong enough for him to really feel. He rubbed his hands up Gyro's thighs and wrapped them around to his backside, kneading and pinching at his rear as he raised and lowered himself. God, he looked so delicious like that. His hips jutting forward, his thighs wrapped around Johnny's torso, his cock bouncing and bobbing with each of his movements. His hair draped messily over his shoulders, stringy with the sweat and grit of the day, handsomely curtained around his delectable face. His lips were shiny with spit- he wondered if it was from kissing or if he was truly drooling- and his long, low eyelashes hung over his sparkling jade eyes like veils. With every pretty little noise that escaped his throat, Johnny moaned and sighed with him, relishing in the feeling that he was giving Gyro such a good time. He guided Gyro up and down with his hands, easing some of the strain off of Gyro's legs, and encouraging his full weight on his body each time he let Gyro drop down. "God.... you look real pretty like that, Gyro." He took one of his hands from Gyro's rear to the front, and gripped his cock tightly in his hand, stroking it at a similar pace to Gyro's bounces. "Let's hear some more of them pretty little noises... show me how much you like daddy's cock." The corned of his mouth crooked up as he said it, and gave Gyro's rear a smack with the hand that rested on it.

 

Gyro was quite vocal and noisy as Johnny kneaded and pinched at his ass, the feeling combined with his cock inside of him feeling overwhelming in the best possible way. He angled his hips to grind against his sweet spot and whined at the sensation, his eyes rolling back before squeezing shut. You look real pretty like that, Gyro. He moaned at his words. “You look so good too,” he panted. He gasped and bucked his hips when he gripped his cock, his hips spasming sensitively. 

“Fuck! S-so much, daddy, please!” He felt pathetic… in a good way. He wanted to be pathetic for Johnny. “I love your cock, daddy, it feels amazing,” he wailed, actual tears of pleasure welling up and dropping down his cheeks. He groaned when he smacked his ass, biting his lip. “Do it again.”

 

"You're a naughty one, ain't you..." Johnny reeled his hand back and brought it down upon Gyro again, harder this time. "My bad little girl." He gave Gyro's cock another firm squeeze and began to stroke at it faster. "You like it when daddy's firm with you, don't ya? I oughtta put you over my knee..." He struck Gyro again, and let out a pleasureful gasp when he felt his hole clenching around him. "You're riding me so good, baby.." He tugged faster at Gyro's cock, feeling how it made him twitch and pulsate around him, and threw his head back with a breathy, shaking sigh.

 

The thwack against his ass made him toss his head back, crying out with pleasure. My bad little girl. “Ohh, fuck! I’m your little girl, daddy, I’m just a useless girl whose pussy was made for your perfect cock,” he cried, tears now streaming down his face. “I love it! I love it! Please, I want you to hit me where it hurts,” he groaned, not fully realizing his masochism until now. Maybe it’s because he knew Johnny was getting off to it. He got impossibly louder as Johnny squeezed and stroked his cock, precum dribbling from his slit. Pleasure was building up rather quickly in his core yet again. “Fuck, daddy, m’so close, don’t stop,” he babbled, secretly hoping Johnny wasn’t. He wanted to be overstimulated, to be used like a fucking fleshlight. He was bouncing on this man like his life depended on it, and all he wanted was more.

 

Johnny bit onto his bottom lip hard, the sight and sound of Gyro almost too good to be true. He rubbed his thumb along Gyro's wet, slippery cock head as he stroked him, taking great pleasure in watching Gyro degrade himself, and popped his precum soaked finger into Gyro's eager, parted lips. He brought his hand down upon Gyro's ass again, hard this time, and growled out a moan with Gyro's hard clench in response. "That's it baby... My little bitch," He struck him again and grunted in pleasure. "Cum on daddys cock like the little princess you are."

 

The harsh spank mixed with the degrading name sent Gyro right over the edge. He came hard, arguably harder than he had the first time, spurting his cum all over Johnny’s chest and stomach. “Fuck, yes, daddy! I’m yours, I’m all yours, Johnny,” he moaned, clenching around him as he came. He felt a surge of sentimentality overcome him and he doubled over, pressing sloppy kisses to his lips. He gasped. “I love you. I love you so much.” Though he wanted to be overstimulated and to make Johnny cum again, he craved emotional intimacy. He felt like he would cry if he’d be fucked any harder. But maybe he wanted that.

 

Johnny kissed him back with all his might, moaning into his mouth, his breath hitching as Gyro's hot cum splashed against his belly and chest. He gripped tightly onto gyros hips, pulling and slamming him down on his cock, and stared into Gyro's tired, tearful, soulful eyes. 

"I love you.... Gyro..." He panted between deep, heavy breaths. "I'm so close, baby..." He pulled down harder, rougher, faster. The fleshy slap of Gyro's body against his grew louder and wetter, and with one more mighty pull, he slammed Gyro down upon himself and pressed him there, rocking his hips back and forth as he came into him, a deep, guttural moan flying out from his throat. 

"Nnnghh..Hahhh! Gyro!" His upper body tensed and flew forward, and he wrapped his arms around Gyro's back, pulling him downwards in a swift motion. He pressed their lips together, hungrily at first, and then more tenderly, pulling his body overtop of Gyro's with his arms. He rocked against him using the mattress as leverage, still riding the last blissful waves of orgasm, and finally brought his hands up to Gyro's face, cradling it, and pressed his forehead against his. Slowly, his breathing eased back to normal, and he rested his head in the crook of Gyro's neck. 

" Thank you, Gyro. " He whispered, and pressed his lips to Gyro's collarbone.

 

As Johnny continued to fuck him, he sobbed, his body physically fighting against his own will, away from him. I’m so close, baby… He groaned loudly. 

“Fuck me!” he demanded, his hips stuttering, confused whether they wanted more or less. His mind was at war with itself, too, but he pushed for what Johnny wanted. He whined at a higher pitch than he knew was possible, and it dragged on for quite a while. As Johnny finally came, filling Gyro to the brim with his cum, he let himself go limp, his legs spasming involuntarily. “Johnny!” He cried, dropping the title in his emotional state. “Fuck, Johnny, did I do a good job? Did I make you feel good?” he mumbled, pulling back slightly to look hopefully into his eyes.

 

Johnny's heart melted, and tipped his head up to look into Gyro's wet and pleading eyes. He took Gyro's hand into his and pressed a kiss to the top of his knuckles. 

"You did amazing, baby. You felt amazing..." Still holding onto Gyro's hand, he pressed his fingers in between Gyro's, intertwining them, and squeezed three times. He leaned up again and kissed him, slow, long, and soft. "Do you know what this means?" He squeezed three more times, and laid his head against Gyro's shoulder. "It means I love you. If one day I were unable to speak, I'd still want to tell you." And it was true. Gyro was his his first love, but he felt it. Deeply. He'd spend an eternity like this, laying against him, forget about the race, forget about everything if it meant more time spent with Gyro. He swirled his thumb against the back of Gyro's hand and closed his eyes, feeling the gentle waves of sleep peacefully lapping at him.

 

He sighed softly and leaned against him, shaking a little bit. 

“I’m so glad I did a good job for you…” he whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed. He slowly lifted himself off Johnny and shakily curled up beside him, not even bothering to clean the cum dribbling out of his ass. “I love you too…” He squeezed him back three times, nice and slow for emphasis. Johnny closed his eyes, but Gyro wasn’t feeling sleepy yet. He was tired, but not ready for sleep. He laid beside him and slowly stroked his hair, pressing kisses to his body as he laid there. He felt the urge to piss again, but the last thing he wanted to do was get up from where he was lying. He wanted to stay with Johnny. It could wait.

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Chapter 3: reap what you sow

Summary:

Johnny has an accident. Gyro tries to make Johnny feel better.
Things don't go the way he imagined....

Johnny takes things a little too far.

Notes:

things get a little heated in this chapter!
expect angst. ends on a sweet note.

Johnny laid still, peacefully, breathing deep and slow as Gyro's fingers combed through his messy hair. He turned his head to look at him, his eyelids heavy. The golden orange light cast through the windowpane had faded into a deep, vivid turquoise, and the first chirping calls of the crickets and yipping coyotes had hushed away the evening birdsong. The moment needed no spoken words, their hands clasped together, Gyro's soft lips pressing tenderly against his chest. The faint noise of what sounded like wind brushing through tree leaves slowly picked up. Shhhhh. Johnny thought nothing of it for a moment, but his heart skipped a beat as a thought crossed his mind. There were no leaved trees in this town. His eyes snapped open. Shhhhhh. His suspicion was confirmed as he felt a warmth on his mid back. Worse yet, he could smell it. He looked down in panic, and surely enough, he was pissing himself. He yanked himself away from Gyro and attempted to roll away, struggling in the soft pit at the center of the mattress. 

"Oh god Gyro, I'm so sorry! I forgot it had been so long, I'm so stupid! " He hid his face away in embarrassment as the painful tugging began in his throat and hot, stinging tears rolled down his sunburnt cheeks. He felt like a wretched child, pissing himself and crying in front of the man he'd just made love to.

 

Gyro was startled at his panic, barely even noticing the pee but mostly noticing Johnny’s panic and embarrassment. 

“Hey, hey! Johnny, baby, calm down, it’s okay,” he reassured him, reaching over and cupping his face in his hand. “Look at me. You can’t control it. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I—“ He fully remembered his own need to pee and flushed, an idea settling into his mind. “Johnny, listen to me,” he said softly, taking Johnny’s hand with the one that wasn’t on his face. He brushed his thumb over his hand and looked into his eyes. Those baby blues were so pretty when he cried. He felt a softness inside of him as he gently released himself internally, forcing himself to piss the bed alongside him. Those poor hotel workers, he thought, glancing down as he relieved himself, feeling the gush of urine sink into the mattress, his cock twitching and halfway hardening in interest. Who knew he was so into piss? His pee soaked into the mattress, making another equally large stain in the bed. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered, feeling rather stupid.

 

Johnny's eyes widened as he watched, his mouth slowly falling open. Oh my god, Gyro is pissing the bed. On purpose . He rolled back over to face Gyro and looked at him in astonishment, and then back down again, watching the piss run down his thigh and splash onto the now thoroughly soaked mattress. He caught the would-be drool pooling in his mouth with a hard swallow and cocked his eyebrow, a crooked smirk slowly spreading across his face. 

"Gyro.... Really?" He taunted playfully, his tone hinting more at intrigue than any kind of repulsion. "You really are a bad little girl." He said with a teasing grin and a soft giggle. "Daddy might have to punish you." He wrapped his arm around Gyro's back and gave his ass a playful smack.

 

Gyro’s stomach dropped (in a good way) as Johnny’s demeanor rapidly changed from distraught to dominant. He felt his brain melt right back into subspace. 

“I’ve been such a bad girl, daddy,” he said softly, fully hardening at his words. “You wanna punish me for wetting the bed…?” he said coyly, moaning softly as he took the slap to the ass. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you, daddy… anything!” He insisted, sticking out his bottom lip in a pathetic pout.

 

Johnny pushed himself up from the wet mattress and scooted himself to the edge of the bed, and beckoned his finger at Gyro. Something terrible had come over him, and he was going to make Gyro's pretty rear pay the price. He looked at Gyro with a fiery expression, his eyes narrow and sinister looking, and just enough of a smile to let Gyro know he was about to have a lot of fun. He leaned back slightly and patted his lap, a telltale gesture at what was to come. 

"Lay across my lap," He instructed. "I'm gonna make you think about this all day tomorrow sitting on that saddle of yours."

 

Gyro felt a full body blush, his insides squirming excitedly. 

“Yes, sir,” he breathed, submissively laying over Johnny’s lap and bracing himself, squeezing his eyes shut to prepare for what was coming. The first slap was particularly hard, and he cried out, shaking slightly in pleasure and thrill. A rush of endorphins flooded his body after the sharp pain, and another, harder smack sent a shiver down his spine. 

“Harder,” he groaned. “Use your nails, or my fucking belt… I want to really feel my punishment.”

 

Johnny got goosebumps when he heard it. Yes, sir. He felt the type of nervousness one only feels when they are about to do something wrong. Butterflies tickled at his stomach as Gyro coyly walked around the bed to him, leaned forward, and crawled pitifully across his lap, his rear already pink from his slaps earlier. Oh, he was about to get it. He raised his hand and firmly brought it down upon him, feeling a lightning bolt of excitement shoot through him as it produced a shrill yelp out of Gyro, and took no time in giving him another hard slap. Pink handprints rose on his plush skin, and he rubbed at them indulgently. He felt his adrenaline spike with Gyro's propositions - Harder... His heart rattled at his chest as a feverish excitement came over him. Use my fucking belt... Who was he to deny such a request from his bad little girl ...? Their piles of clothes lay heaped on the floor next to the bed, just out of reach for Johnny. He snapped his fingers and pointed to it. 

"Your belt. Pick it up and hand it to me, missy. " He raised his hand again and gave Gyro another hard, loud slap to add pressure to his words.

 

Missy. He whined pathetically and leaked at the slap and the nickname, nodding. He slowly got up, still fully naked and erect as he shuffled over to the belt, bending over to pick it up and handing it to Johnny sheepishly. He kneeled at his feet and looked up at him. 

“Do you want me to do anything for you first?” he asked submissively, his head feeling floaty. “I could clean your dick with my tongue. Or anything you want… or I can just get back on your lap to take my punishment already.”

 

"Getting nervous on me?" Johnny tapped his knee and leaned back again, taking the belt into his hand and folding it in half. He tested the weight of it, tapping it against his thigh, and was satisfied by the noisy crack it made. He pinched Gyro's mouth with his thumb and forefinger, giving him a look of both lust and aggression.

"We can talk about your reward afterwards, if you are good." He took his hand from Gyro's mouth and firmly grasped his wrist, pulling him into position and held him in place with his elbow, before delivering the first mercilessly hard blow. An echoey, sharp THWACK! Rang through the suite, surely loud enough to carry through the walls into the surrounding rooms. The sound of Gyro's wail was enough encouragement for Johnny to give him another, and then another , each harder than the last. Long, red welts raised across Gyro's flushed skin, and Johnny bit his lip at the sight of it.

"Thank me for it," he commanded, taking a great handful of Gyro's hair into his hand and giving it a tug.

"Thank your daddy for punishing you." He began to quicken his pace, delighted at the squeals and gasps Gyro was making with each strike.

 

Gyro cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the first strike. The metal of his belt added an additional sting that made his cock and ass throb. He only grew louder as his hits grew harder. 

“Oh, thank you, daddy! Thank you for this punishment! I’ve been— I’ve been such a bad girl, sir…” he whined, fully crying now, his endorphins simmering between each slap and a stinging soreness weighing on his abused asscheeks. As he sped up, Gyro felt himself leak even more against Johnny’s warm lap, the endorphins and mental pleasure outweighing his physical pain. 

“Please, daddy, I wasn’t— guh— I wasn’t TRYING to be bad!” he cried. “I was just try’na make you feel better!” He knew Johnny knew this, and he also knew he didn’t care. He had wet the bed intentionally, and that was worthy of punishment in his eyes. So he would take it… like a good girl.

 

A painful knot began to twist in Johnny's belly, a sickly mix of guilt and pleasure having flooded his mind and body. He'd been flooded with adrenaline, hearing Gyro cry out and wail, and yet the lashes kept coming. He felt primal, like an animal, and began to sweat. Gyro's skin had become a bloody red, raised and bruising, and his pleasureful cries were mixing dangerously with agonized sobs. Johnny stopped suddenly, setting down the belt in a daze, like waking up from a vivid dream- and stroked his hand over the raised, tender looking welts he'd inflicted. Their appearance and texture outweighed the burden on his heart with incredible arousal . Gyro was trembling, but between his sniffles and gasps, rang a breathiness that hinted strongly at his pleasure over the ordeal. With one hand resting on and caressing his damaged, swollen ass, he used his other to stroke Gyro’s hair. 

"You were so good for daddy, princess." He purred, twirling a lock around his finger into a tight ringlet. He moved his other hand up Gyro's back and petted at him lovingly, before slowly and gently easing him upwards to face him. "Go get your cute little bear out of your satchel. It's time for your reward."

 

By the time Johnny had finished with his lashings, Gyro was breathless, tears fully streaming down his face, trembling atop him like a pathetic, scared kitten. He felt his hand in his hair and against his ass, and as the endorphins faded, the immense soreness was all that lingered, and he sobbed pitifully. He was painfully hard at his own pathetic behavior. Johnny said something about him being good for him, and he heard the word princess, which caused his cock to twitch against Johnny’s thigh. He moaned pathetically, essentially unable to speak, though after a few moments, he managed a weak 

“Thank you...” It’s time for your reward. Through his brain fog, he managed to shakily stand up, and his knees almost gave out, both due to the overwhelming pain and the immense brain fog lingering from his subspace (which he was still deep inside of). He limped slowly to the satchel and grabbed his teddy bear, then climbed back into Johnny’s lap, clutching her tightly. He was still deep in subspace, but all the pleasure was gone. He just felt pain, and all he could do was what Johnny said, cry, and lay there. He trembled a bit more, his emotions getting the better of him. You were bad. You shouldn’t have done that, he thought to himself, sniffling as more tears fell down. His pain wasn’t just physical, he realized, though the throbbing in his cheeks wasn’t exactly helping. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally managed to croak, sinking his face into his teddy bear. His words were now muffled by the worn, fake fur. “I just wanted to make you feel better.” His voice cracked.

 

Johnny's grin faded. The once sinister and animalistic feeling he had vanished in an instant, and his face grew hot. 

Look at what you've done.  

His stomach twisted into knots. His eyes widened in horror, the corners of them shiny with tears. 

You're just like your father.  

The painful tugging feeling began nagging at his throat. His chin trembled. 

You fucking monster.  

Gyro had been reduced to nothing. Under his touch. He clung to his bear and shook, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

You're going to hell.  

Johnny's mouth fell open and he began to sob, his hot tears stinging his cheeks. 

"Oh, God, Gyro..." His voice shook and squeaked with the tightness of his throat. "Gyro, I'm so sorry..." He took him into his arms and pulled him to his chest. "I'm so fucking sorry, Gyro, I don't know what came over me..." He hung his head over Gyro's shoulder and loudly, painfully sobbed. "I can't believe I did this to you..." Wave after wave of shame hit him in the gut. 

How could you do such a horrible thing?  

He hiccupped. Tears fell on either of their shoulders. 

Such a disgusting thing?  

He felt sick to his stomach.

 

Gyro barely processed his words until he was being held, and he cried too, wrapping his arms around Johnny, teddy bear still in hand. 

“It’s okay,” he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s okay. I liked it. I was into it. You just went a little too far, Johns. Just check in with me next time, okay?” he murmured, gripping his shoulder blades and pressing a firm kiss to his collarbone. “Just hold me. Were you— were you really mad at me?” he cried, his gut twisting with pain at the thought. “Is that why you lost control? Should I have just cleaned you up? I’m sorry.” As his subspace slowly subsided (though it was still lingering), his logical thinking began to fall back into place. Johnny probably wasn’t actually that angry at him, but in the horny spur of the moment, maybe he shouldn’t have pissed the bed too.

 

Johnny sniffed and wiped away a tear with the back of his arm, another one falling in its place. 

"God no, I wasn't mad at you," His voice was tight and pinched. "I just...." He swallowed to try and get his voice back to normal, but it didn't do much. "Something came over me. I ain't done anything like that in my life." He swallowed again, harder. "Gyro, I never want to hurt you." 

So why did you?  

He clung tighter to him and tried to sigh away his hitching breath. 

"What you did was actually.... Really sweet, Gyro. I can't think of anyone else who'd do something like that to save me humiliation." He rubbed away the tears from his cheeks, and then Gyro's. "I do think we oughtta wash up, though." He tried his best to smile. "And we might need to flip that mattress before we sleep on it."

 

Gyro chuckled tearfully. 

“Good, good. I’m glad I could help. I really just wanted to make you feel better.” He pressed a kiss to his neck. “I don’t mind you hurting me, Johnny. It feels good. Just not that hard, okay? I promise we’re okay. Just be more careful next time,” he whispered. “And, yes,” he snorted, “we do need to flip that mattress. It’ll probably be smelling like a bundle of roses by the time room service checks up on it. By then we’ll be out of town, at least.”

 

Johnny swallowed away the knot in his throat.

“ I don't mind you hurting me, Johnny. "

I hurt him.

It rang in his head over and over again.

" ....you hurting me..... "

He looked at Gyro as he spoke, but his focus fell past him as he sunk into his mind.

" ....be more careful.... " He clung to Gyro a little tighter, visions of the far past and the horror's he'd just committed blurring together in his mind's eye.

" .....by then we'll be out of town, at least. " He snapped back to reality and kissed Gyro on the top of his head, trying to erase it from his thoughts. He rubbed the back of his own sunburnt neck with his hand- it was itchy and sticky with dried sweat- and the smell of himself, mixed with the rising odors of the room, were enough to let his mind go elsewhere for some time.

"This room's water closet came with a washtub, right?" He tried to compose himself once more, and sat up with Gyro still in his arms. The Innkeeper had given them a wheelchair for Johnny to use on the facilities, which he was grateful for- it meant he could at least be less of a burden, if not slightly useful. "I can fill it up for us. You and I both need a good scrub."

 

Johnny looked visibly distraught, and Gyro felt for him, his heart aching at the idea that his pain had caused Johnny any guilt. 

“Yeah, there’s a washtub. I heard the innkeeper mention it.” He pulled himself away from Johnny and hurried (as fast as he could, considering his physical and mental state) to the water closet, saw a conveniently placed, rather large bucket and filled it with hot water, then carried it carefully to the bathroom. He found a sponge and some soap, and set everything down by the tub, then came back to Johnny. “Come here, big guy,” he said affectionately, scooping him up into his arms and carrying him bridal style to the bathroom. He set him down in the tub and climbed in with him— it was a rather large tub. “Who should get clean first? I can clean you,” he offered lovingly, his voice soft and strained after all his yelling.

 

Johnny was silent as he was carried from the bed, trying to push the idea of being a burden from his mind. It seemed lately all he did was be carried from place to place- either by Slow Dancer or by Gyro. He gasped as the hot water hit the middle of his back, but with the sweet scent, and soothing, grounding heat, he quickly relaxed and felt himself ease into a more pleasant, stable state. The water rose considerably as Gyro climbed in with him, though not enough to spill over the edge. He bobbed around, the water coming up to his chest. He felt weightless in the water- He felt weightless with Gyro. Johnny fished around at the bottom of the tub for the sponge and bar of soap and pulled them from the water, squeezing out a cascade of flowery smelling suds from the sponge, and wordlessly pressed it to Gyro's collarbone. He pulled himself closer, nearly in Gyro's lap, and began to wash the sticky sweat from his shoulders and neck. 

"Can I wash your hair?" Johnny asked quietly, gently soaping up Gyro's upper body, his touch soft and tender- the animal that had bared its fangs and claws earlier now elsewhere, and a timid lamb in its place.

 

“Of course. Let me wash you first, though, okay? Mine is quite a task, nyo-ho! ” He gently took the sponge from and began to scrub at Johnny gently, first cleaning the dirt and sweat from his face. He tilted his head back and wet his hair, then used the soap in his hair. It wasn’t shampoo or conditioner, but it was the best they had. He scrubbed thoroughly but gently, dragging his nails across his scalp for longer than he needed to. He rinsed his hair again, then scrubbed over his chest, his tummy, his back, and his arms. He helped clean his penis and testicles as well, thankful the sponge was gentle, but knowing it obviously didn’t really matter. 

“We take care of each other pretty well, don’t you think?” He turned Johnny around to wash his back and kissed the back of his neck.

 

Johnny leaned into Gyro's hands like a touch-starved kitten, letting Gyro scrub him anew, letting him feel like he didn't have to be so Big. So much of his energy had gone into feeling like he needed to perform, feeling like he needed to man up and take care of things- but Gyro put those thoughts at ease. He closed his eyes as Gyro combed his fingers through his hair, the sweet smelling bubbles falling down his cheeks and turning the water a milky translucent white. He felt so pliable in Gyro's hands, like a piece of soft clay ready to be changed into something better, something beautiful. 

We take care of each other pretty well, don't you think? Johnny smiled softly, his eyes closed, and felt Gyro's soft lips press the back of his tender, sun-burned neck. 

Of each other. He clasped his hands together and held them close to his heart as Gyro scrubbed his back, hoping to god that Gyro meant all that he said. 

How could a man who needs to be carried take care of another? He mentally fought the tears that tried to fall. 

How could a man that beats his lover be worthy of care? He tried to steady his breathing with a long, deep sigh. And yet he felt so cared for. He felt loved, cherished. He reached back to touch his hand to Gyro's.

“You make me... you make me feel like a person again, Gyro." with his back turned, he let a single tear fall from his eye, trying his damnedest not to let his voice betray him. "You've done so much for me. I just hope... I hope I can return that favor, somehow."

 

“Well, you are a person, Johnny. You shouldn’t have to rely on little old me to make you feel that way,” he said gently, wrapping his arms and legs around him and leaning into the side of his neck. He could tell Johnny was off. Maybe he couldn’t see the tears, but he could feel the tension in his body, he could hear his stiff breathing. He knew him very well, despite only having known him a couple of months, and he fully intended on knowing him deeper than anyone else could. “You’ve done a lot for me too, Johnny. You’ve let me embrace a side of myself I had shied away from for a long time. You’re returning the favor by being here with me. And, hey,” he gently turned Johnny’s face to his own, his heart twisting as the visual confirmed his tears. “You did hurt me, Johnny. But it’s okay. I love you. I trust you. I forgive you. I was into what we were doing, hell, I asked for it, Johnny. Don’t beat yourself up. Okay?” He stroked his cheek with his thumb, looking into those pretty blue eyes of his.

 

"Oh, Gyro..." Johnny's voice croaked with tightness, his bottom lip quivering, and another tear falling from his eye. He wrapped his arms around the back of his neck and pulled himself in, kissing Gyro on the cheek and resting his head against his shoulder. "I should have controlled myself." He sniffed and swallowed to calm his voice. "You shouldn't have to forgive me. You're... You're just..." He began to break down again. "You're too good to me, Gyro." For a moment, he simply held Gyro in his arms and sobbed. "I don't know what I've done in my ugly life to deserve you." He sniffed again, harder, and pulled himself away to look at Gyro, his lips and eyes puffy and red from crying. "When I say... you make me feel like a person again..." He swallowed hard. "I mean you gave me my humanity back." Something deep inside Gyro's soft, jade eyes stilled his heart. His furrowed brows lowered and his expression slowly relaxed. He leaned into him, pushing his forehead against Gyro's, and slowly, softly kissed him. "You make me whole, Gyro." He closed his eyes and fell into Gyro's embrace.

 

Gyro listened to him, frowning softly as his lover fell apart in his arms. He ran his fingers through his pretty blond hair and kissed the top of his head. “I’m glad I make you feel that way, Johnny…” he said softly. “You make me whole, too. Complete. I wouldn’t feel the same without you by my side.” He pulled him into a deeper kiss and held his face in his hands. He pulled away and his gaze flickered between both eyes. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He smiled. “I mean it.” He handed him the sponge. “Now please… I’m filthy, Johnny.”

 

Johnny smiled through his tears, sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. 

"I must be a mirror, then." He grinned, taking the sponge into his hand and plunging it into the water. "Because I see the most beautiful man in front of me, right now." He brought the wet sponge up to Gyro's head and squeezed the water out over it, wetting it about a third of the way, and dipped it back into the water for a second rinse. "Gosh, you weren't kidding about this hair of yours, Gyro." He squeezed the sponge over it again. "I thought mine was long." He dipped the sponge in the water again and wrung it out over the dry ends of Gyro's hair and fished the bar of soap from the bottom of the tub, and gently began to lather up his scalp. His nails were fairly long, he hadn't needed to shoot them in nearly a week- he was careful not to apply too much pressure, just enough for a satisfying scrub. He'd never washed anyone's hair but his own, but he found it soothing. He loved running his hands through Gyro's hair. Once he was satisfied with the amount of suds, he began to work his way down to Gyro's neck, shoulders and chest, smiling at him. "You look real cute like that. I like it."

 

“It is pretty long. I do like it that way. I like my gender being confusing from the back,” he said with a soft laugh, noting that the ache in his cheeks was slowly dulling, soothed by the warm bath water. He closed his eyes and leaned into his touches, the scent of the soap and the feeling of the dirt and sweat being rinsed and scrubbed from his hair being damn near euphoric. Johnny’s nails were just the right length, his scratches feeling very satisfying. “I feel like a cat,” he said, feeling very pleased. You look real cute like that. I like it. Gyro smiled and blushed, giggling slightly. “Thank you, Johnny. I usually think of myself as rugged and handsome, but… cute works too… nyo-ho!” he joked, bonking his forehead against Johnny’s affectionately. “You’re cute too. Especially when you’re takin’ care of me.”

 

Johnny huffed out a small laugh and kissed him on his nose. 

"Well, you are rugged when you want to be." He scrubbed the soap under Gyro's arms and lathered it with the sponge. "And you are very handsome." He leaned Gyro forward and started to soap up his back. "I could get used to taking care of you, Gyro." He cupped some of the water in his hands and started to rinse off Gyro's upper half, and started soaping up the sponge to wash his lower body. "Let me know if this hurts, okay?" He softly pressed the sponge to Gyro's rear and rubbed at it with gentle pressure, then brought it around to his front to wash his groin. He scrubbed at his thighs and legs, and finally his feet, before he tipped Gyro forward again to rinse his hair out. "Close your eyes, I don't want to get soap in them." He cupped the water in his hands and splashed it over Gyro's long, sudsy hair until it was rinsed clean, Somehow, in the tub, Gyro felt smaller in his hands- perhaps it was the weightlessness of the water. When he had first met Gyro, he had a tremendous, towering energy about him, but here, having his hair washed, he felt as though he were holding onto a lamb. Johnny kissed him again on the cheek as he tipped him upright, and leaned his head against his shoulder. "You smell good..." A grin stretched across his cheeks. "Probably a lot better than that mattress right about now."

 

“Thank you, Johnny,” he said softly, smiling bashfully when he called him handsome. He closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure, leaning into his touches eagerly. Let me know if this hurts, okay? Gyro winced slightly as he washed his ass, but it didn’t hurt terribly bad, he could handle it. He felt himself jolt slightly with sensitivity as he washed his penis, the sponge feeling a tiny bit rough against the head. He felt a bit embarrassed as he washed his feet, they were rather big and hairy, and after such a long journey they definitely didn’t smell great, but Johnny paid no mind, simply fixated on the task of cleaning them. He closed his eyes as instructed, and felt a warm pleasure throughout his body. The warmth of the water combined with the warmth of the endorphins gently flooding through his body made him feel euphoric.

“Oh god. Don’t remind me about that mattress. For as long as we live, we’re never returning to this town,” he said with a flustered amusement. “Let’s just… flip it over and hope for the best, I guess. We should probably go to bed soon, though… it’s getting a bit late and we need an early start tomorrow.” He kissed Johnny’s forehead and got up out of the bath, dripping all over the mat. He dried himself out with a fluffy towel and helped Johnny out, gently setting him on the floor and drying him off as well, paying careful attention to the curves of his body. “I love taking care of you. We should take care of each other for as long as we can,” he said tenderly, looking into Johnny’s eyes as he did. He pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes, his heart swelling with love for the man. “I love you, Johnny.”

 

Johnny laughed at Gyro's suggestion to never return to the town- and he whole heartedly agreed. Between sharing a single-bed room with another man, and also soaking that one bed in piss, it was for the best to leave it behind. He smiled and closed his eyes as he was lifted from the tub, filled with a warm, safe, nostalgic feeling. He watched how tenderly Gyro dried him, love in his eyes as he did so- each of his parts carefully and respectfully considered, from his strong shoulders and arms to his thin, lame legs. Each touch made him feel whole and beautiful. I love taking care of you. We should take care of each other for as long as we can. He felt his heart skip as Gyro pressed his forehead against his. I love you, Johnny. He wrapped his arms around the back of Gyro's neck and kissed him, long, slow and sweet.

"I love you too, Gyro." His sleepiness from earlier slowly ebbed back into him, and he rested his head against Gyro's as he was carried back into the bedroom. The air was a little stale with urine, though it hadn't smelled incredible in the first place when they had gotten there initially- He got into his chair by the bed and rolled over to the window to pressed the shutters open, took a deep breath of the cool desert wind, and turned to help Gyro flip the mattress. It was fairly thin and light- not a tremendous challenge- though thankfully it had been thick enough to not be soaked all the way through to the other side. He pressed his hand to his mouth and yawned, crawling from his chair onto the bed, and wrapped the star-clad blanket he'd brought from his bedroll around his legs. Subconsciously, he started to hum a little song, and slowly twirled a wet lock of his hair around his finger. He rolled over to face Gyro, who'd retrieved his bear once more, and reached out to pull him close. He wrapped his arms around him, tucking Gyro's head under his chin, kissed him on the top of his head, and pulled his blanket over him.

 

The combination of the comfort of the bed and Johnny beside him caused Gyro to slip into a familiar, comfortable headspace. It was comparable to subspace, but… different. He felt small. He cuddled with his bear and leaned against Johnny, turning to bury his head into his neck. As Johnny began to cuddle him, he felt soft, warm, and safe.

“I love you, Johnny,” he whispered. He felt small. He felt childlike. He felt at home.

“I’m sorry. Say it a lot.” He’d slipped into this headspace before, but never this fully. He found it hard to form full sentences when he was like this.

 

Johnny took Gyro's hand into his and squeezed thrice.

"I love you, sweetheart." Somehow, calling him that felt incredibly natural. He gently stroked his flowery smelling hair and down his back, still humming his soft and gentle song, and slowly, the sweet waves of sleep lapped them up together in each other's arms.

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