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“Hey Gyro?”

“Hmm. . ?”

His words were thick and heavy in his mouth, the lines in front of his eyes blurred together. They’d been holed up in the hotel for two days now, while a snowstorm outside threatened to end the race for them. All they’d been able to do was play cards and drink whiskey. Johnny would be glad when they were out of Colorado entirely.

“Did you really see me. . . Y’know. . .” He made a jerking off motion, ending in a double ‘spurt.’

Gyro giggled, snorting out something unintelligible, but it made Johnny smile. Gyro was just as drunk- maybe drunker- than he was. For two days, they’d drank whiskey like water to pass the time and keep themselves from getting down about the snow outside. Now, it would be coming up on a third.

“Hey Gyro.”

“Mm?”

“Look at me.” He looked. Johnny made a pathetic attempt at a seductive face, waggling one eyebrow. “Did you like it?”

Gyro laughed again, pounding his fist into the mattress as he did. It was funny enough on its own that it made Johnny laugh too.

“Hey Johnny.” He looked up to see Gyro mirroring the face he’d just made. “I just thought of a way to make us ‘even’.”

“Whaddya mean?” Johnny was still smiling, thinking about Gyro’s laugh.

“Y’know like. . .” Gyro made the same motion as Johnny had before. Johnny’s cheeks reddened and he glanced away, giving a nervous cough.

“I don’t think we need to be ‘even’. . .”

Gyro sat up on his knees now, leaning forward to hold Johnny’s shoulders. “I’ll never forgive myself if we aren’t even like that! It’s- it’s like secrets. You have to exchange ‘em, otherwise it’s just like blackmail. Don’t make me feel like I’m blackmailing you, Johnny.” He attempted to make a serious face, but with his cheeks reddened by the alcohol, he just looked like an upset child.

Johnny giggled at his expression and waved a hand nonchalantly. “W-Whatever, I guess. But you better not regret it tomorrow!”

Gyro mumbled something Johnny couldn’t hear.

*****

Gyro sat up straight with his back against the headboard of the bed, fidgeting with his belt buckle. Johnny watched him nervously, the whiskey sitting heavy on his face and in his stomach.

“Damn thing. . .” Gyro swore, letting go of the buckle with an exasperated sigh. Johnny reached forward instinctively, stopped himself to think for a moment, then decided to continue.

“L-Let me do it. . .” he said, his voice shaking. His hands were clumsy too, but he managed to unhook it with enough ease, then promptly lean back so as not to appear as if he were lingering. He wouldn’t want Gyro to get the wrong idea. Though, Gyro probably wasn’t even thinking of it as hard as he was.

Gyro smiled lazily at him as thanks before slowly and clumsily pulling his pants down. Johnny could see the soft bulge in Gyro’s underwear become more visible as he pulled them all the way off, tossing them to the floor beside the bed. Gyro leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, running his hand along himself idly. He hummed quietly for a moment before speaking.

“Y’know this might be harder than I thought with no, ahem, material,” he said with his eyes still closed. “Johnny, I bet you’ve got lots of stories. Tell me one of those.”

Johnny’s throat caught and he found it hard to breathe. His stories? Gyro couldn’t be serious. There was no way he would be interested in using one of Johnny’s flings as jerk material. He coughed again and said nothing.

Gyro opened his eyes and looked at him pointedly. “C’moooon, please?” he whined.

“F-Fine! But don’t act like such a kid,” Johnny huffed and Gyro giggled as he relaxed back again.

“Okay, um. . .” he wracked his brain, pouting his lips as he thought. “Oh, once I went to this girl’s house. She had told me if I won the race that day that she’d have a big party for me. To celebrate, or whatever.”

“How nice of her.”

“Yeah, sure. Except when I show up, no one else is there. It was just her. So I go inside and she says, ‘I thought you and I could have a party of our own’.”

Gyro hummed again and Johnny could see the outline of an erection forming through his underwear. His breath hitched and he awkwardly continued.

“So I stand there a-and. . .” he watched, entranced, as Gyro reached inside. “And she. . . She takes my shirt off and makes me sit down. . .” His own breathing started to grow more ragged as he watched Gyro’s hand move inside his underwear.

Apparently, he waited too long to start the next part, because Gyro opened a single eye and peaked over at him. When he saw how red Johnny’s face was, he grinned mockingly. Johnny promptly looked away to stare hard at a stain on the wall.

“She made me sit down, and u-uh, she knelt. . .” he motioned between his legs. “Right down, here. . .”

“Yeah?” The breathlessness in Gyro’s voice made Johnny’s ability to concentrate that much weaker. He gripped the linens on the bed.

“Y-yeah. She undid my pants and put her. . . put her m-mouth. . .”

“What’d she do?”

Johnny’s face burned harder than it ever had before as Gyro slowly dragged his dick out of his underwear for him to see. Johnny’s knuckles turned white.

“S-she. . . She, um. . .”

“What did she do, Johnny?”

His heart pounded wildly against his chest with the way Gyro said his name. Drawing it out slowly, lingering on the ‘y’. He felt the blood rush in his ears and he leaned forward ever so slightly.

“She sucked my c-cock.”

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me how she did it.”

Johnny wasn’t moving, but he felt like he was. His entire body throbbed, his pulse beating in his ears like a drum and he had lost feeling in his hands entirely. He stared at Gyro, who worked his hand over his erection lazily. As if he was taunting him with it. Johnny’s mouth watered.

“Would you do that for me, Johnny?” Gyro smirked in the low light, his face flushed from drink and arousal. “Won’t you do that for me, pretty please?”

Something inside of Johnny broke like a dam. He leaned forward, scooting closer before gently pushing Gyro’s hand out of the way to grip his dick. In the other hand, he held Gyro’s hip to steady himself.

“I-I’ve never done this before. . .” he choked, looking up at Gyro with a nervous expression. Gyro didn’t say anything at first, just stared at him with even eyes.

“It’s okay, Johnny. You’re okay.” His lips were parted ever so slightly, exposing a golden glow in the low light. Johnny’s vision swam.

He swallowed hard then bowed his head, opening his mouth slowly as he did. He began by easing the tip of Gyro’s dick over his tongue. Gyro inhaled sharply at the sensation, and Johnny responded by taking a bit more of it inside. It tasted like sweat, and felt hot in his mouth. He couldn’t decide if he liked it or not. He closed his lips around it just below the head, pushing his tongue against the underside.

“You’re doing pretty good so far,” Gyro said in a low voice. Johnny could feel his hat slide off and Gyro’s hands in his hair. It made his stomach keel. He wanted more of that gentle praise. He steeled himself for a moment, then pushed his mouth as far down as it could around Gyro’s dick. Gyro let out a gasp, which became a long, low moan.

Johnny wished desperately that Gyro could touch him too, but he thought there was no way it would happen. The only reason this was happening at all was because Gyro was too drunk to know better. Perhaps Johnny was too. Perhaps both of them had wanted this all along, and the drink had only given them the courage. None of it mattered now. With the hand he previously had on Gyro’s hip, he pushed the waistband of his pants down to pull out his own dick. The pressure of his own hand immediately stimulating him, and he groaned around Gyro’s, who did the same in response.

Johnny carefully worked his mouth up and down, stroking himself in time. For a brief moment, his eyes flickered up and he caught a glimpse of Gyro’s expression. His face was flushed, lips parted. His lids were heavy on his eyes, but his gaze burned into Johnny. As if he were baring right into his soul. He wondered for a moment if Gyro really had wanted this for much longer than he was letting on.

It was Gyro’s hands moving to hold either side of Johnny’s head below his ears that abruptly pulled him from thought. He panicked for a moment, unsure of what to do. He hadn’t needed to. Gyro gently lifted Johnny’s head just a bit, then back down on him. Johnny gripped his own dick. Gyro breathed a moan as he carefully bobbed Johnny on himself, barely pushing his hips up at the same time. Johnny could tell he must’ve been holding back a considerable amount for his sake. The idea drove him crazy, and he found himself lifting his head from Gyro’s groin, pushing his body forward and his face toward Gyro’s.

Forehead to forehead, they both stared at each other for a long moment. Their breathing ragged, before they reached out for one another, lips hurriedly pressing together. They moaned breathlessly as they kissed. Gyro held one arm against the small of Johnny’s back, the other firmly planted in his hair. Johnny gripped Gyro’s collar with both hands. As if he let go it would all stop- and he didn’t want it to stop.

Gyro held him against his body and Johnny could feel the spots where their bare skin pressed together and he whined deep in his throat. “Gyro,” he whispered, in between kisses, “I want m-more.”

Almost immediately, Gyro had him on his back. He stripped his own shirt and underwear off, then pulled Johnny’s pants down in one swift motion. He didn’t have a chance to be embarrassed before Gyro had reversed their position and was kneeling between Johnny's legs now, mouth expertly working his dick. Johnny clenched his jaw and choked out a small strangled groan. He could see Gyro smile around him ever so slightly and it made some part of his heart flutter like a girl’s. Gyro lifted Johnny’s legs, placing one over each shoulder, then lifted his hips, running his tongue smoothly from the tip of his dick all the way down to his ass where he eagerly focused.

“W-wait, Gyro! That’s-!” Johnny started, but then Gyro gripped Johnny’s dick in his hand, pumping hard and fast. It was too much. Johnny was completely overwhelmed. For a moment, Gyro’s mouth stopped, and Johnny tried to look, but hit the mattress when he felt Gyro’s first finger press inside him. He gasped, grabbing the bed again. Gyro laughed quiet and low.

“You look so good like this, Johnny.”

Johnny responded with a choked sound.

Gyro sat up straight now, and pulled Johnny into his lap and adjusted his legs, propping them against his sides. Gyro held one of Johnny’s thigh and rubbed his thumb along the smooth, pale skin. Johnny breathed hard and clenched his teeth as Gyro pressed his middle finger inside of him.

He felt as if he might break. If it had been anyone but Gyro, he might’ve. The thought of it being anyone else made him stomach turn and to steady himself he sat up, throwing his arms around Gyro’s shoulders. He buried his face in the crook of his neck. Gyro chuckled as he continued to dip his fingers in and out of Johnny, moving his free arm to cradle him against himself.

“You ready?” Gyro asked, his lips right next to Johnny’s ear. But Johnny couldn’t manage to speak, nodding his head into his shoulder.

He felt Gyro drag his fingers out of him agonizingly slowly and press his dick against him.

“Breathe in. . .” Johnny did. “Now out.” As he breathed out, Gyro pushed inside him, slowly. He was so big that no amount of preparation would’ve helped the feeling of being torn in two. Johnny let out a yelp, throwing his head back as he did. Gyro pressed him closer to his chest, still easing into him.

“Gyro it-it hurts,” Johnny whined through grit teeth into Gyro’s shoulder. He dug his nails into his back.

“Bear with it for now,” Gyro murmured, pressing a kiss to Johnny’s ear.

In all the way to the base now, Gyro held himself still for a moment as Johnny adjusted. He whined and moaned, clawing at Gyro’s back, as Gyro peppered Johnny’s neck with gentle kisses.

“Johnny, I’m going to start moving.”

Johnny let out another long whine and nodded into Gyro’s shoulder. He lifted Johnny’s hips ever so slightly and pushed his against them. Johnny keened as an electric feeling shot through his stomach. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It was one of those things that he didn’t even know existed- but Gyro did. He knew so many things.

Johnny couldn’t keep a thought stable in his mind with Gyro gently rocking his hips into his own. Their bare skin was slick with sweat, pale and olive tones gleaming against one another in the low light of the room. Gyro’s low expressions of pleasure melded with Johnny’s whines.

“Does it feel good, Johnny. . ?” Gyro held Johnny’s chin, gently pulling face away from his shoulder to look at him. He stared evenly, burning holes through Johnny’s soul. Johnny opened his mouth, but almost as if he had laid a trap, Gyro thrust into him at a slight angle and Johnny gasped loudly, clapping his hand over his mouth.

Gyro smiled and leaned in to nip at the exposed skin of Johnny’s throat. He was a tyrant tonight, Johnny thought. He’d get him back for it eventually.

His thoughts were swiftly interrupted by being laid back against the bed, Gyro kneeling over him on all fours. His long hair framed his face on all sides, his green eyes glinting hungrily. Johnny let his mouth fall open as he stared up. Gyro lifted one hand, running his thumb idly along Johnny’s jaw.

“You look beautiful like this,” Gyro said, so quietly Johnny almost didn’t hear him.

“Don’t treat me like a woman.”

“I’m not.”

This time when Gyro leaned in to kiss him and part his legs, there was no stiffness. Johnny let himself relax against the bed, against Gyro, who moved him and felt him in all the ways that he needed to be. This time when he pressed himself inside, Johnny felt no pain. There was just a familiar ache, a longing for something that he might have already had.

Johnny turned his head to the side and Gyro peppered him with kisses all across his chest and neck and cheek. When he moaned, he put his mouth right next to Johnny’s ear.

“Johnny, you feel so good,” he said, breathlessly.

He moved his hips in even strokes, bottoming out on occasion to work in small circles, which made Johnny’s stomach turn in pleasure. It all seemed to be going
perfectly, Johnny's perfect fantasy. Until Gyro found his sweet spot. Johnny’s eyes flew open and he turned, knocking his skull against Gyro’s. Johnny grabbed at his forehead and Gyro fell in surprise, landing with his full weight on Johnny.

The pressure inside of him, combined with the pressure now on top of him as well, and the shock, forced Johnny’s body to react. He felt himself pushed over the edge, and he gasped, grabbing desperately at Gyro now as he felt the come flood out of him and over his- their? stomachs.

Gyro seemed to respond in a similar way- groaning as Johnny clenched around him.

The muscles in Gyro’s stomach spasmed, tightening and relaxing over and over and Johnny knew that meant he was finished as well. His heart sunk at the pathetic end to a near-perfect night.

After the two of them could once again breathe, Gyro pushed himself up, and rolled over beside Johnny to lay on his back. They sat in heavy silence for a long moment before Johnny could manage to make himself spit something out.

“Sorry. For um, hitting your head.”

Gyro just laughed.