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"Stop fucking around and get your ass out here!"
Kerry's voice was muffled through the door of V's bathroom, but even so Johnny noticed that he didn't sound too angry. Maybe kinda irritated, but still mostly smug. Fucker. Johnny slowly breathed out the smoke and put his cigarette out in the ashtray by the sink, next to the three others he'd smoked since he'd stepped into the bathroom. He was standing naked in front of the mirror, looking at himself and trying not to glance down at the horribly patterned silk of Kerry's tiny dressing gown.
"Give me a fucking minute!" he yelled back, fully aware that he'd been taking way longer than a minute already. He was trying to remember why he'd thought this bet would be a good idea. The answer was, of course, that he'd been high as a kite on proper old-school ganic pot Kerry got from who the fuck knew where, and he and Kerry had spent an hour speculating about which of his many, many dreadful jackets V would be wearing once he got home, because for some reason that had seemed like an extremely important question just then. And eventually they'd settled on a bet. Which Johnny had lost, because V had been in one of his "neon orange plastic" moods, not his "wearing gold from head to toe" moods.
Which was the reason why Johnny was now staring at Kerry's ridiculously short, silken dressing gown, the same one Kerry had been wearing when Johnny – still in V's body all those months ago – had first seen him again. Because Johnny had been so high or maybe just so sure of winning that he'd agreed to put the damn thing on if he lost. He considered smoking yet another cigarette, then decided he might as well get this over with. He rolled his shoulders back like he was steeling himself for a fight and then slipped into it – he'd even had Vik temporarily remove his elbow spike earlier today, because Kerry had insisted. He'd clearly suspected Johnny would have tried to talk himself out of it otherwise.
Johnny's first thought, glancing at himself in the mirror, was that he looked fucking stupid. His second thought was that the silk on his skin felt disturbingly good – sure, it had been soft under his fingertips when he'd touched it before, but that was nothing compared to how it felt as it flowed down over his bare back, his ass, his shoulders, his chest. Like the world's strangest, most careful caress, like someone, something was touching him all over. And when he closed it with the little sash around the waist, the silk brushed over his cock, too, and sent a sudden shiver up his spine. He bit back a moan, relieved in that moment that he'd closed the door. Fuck, no wonder Kerry liked wearing this thing. It felt ... it felt fucking pornographic. It felt really damn hot.
Looking down at himself, Johnny realised that didn't change the fact that he still looked stupid. The pattern was ugly enough that V might have worn something like it, and Johnny's bare, hairy legs made for a not exactly appealing contrast with the soft silk – because unlike Kerry, Johnny didn't shave all over. He stepped from one bare foot to the other. He didn't particularly like walking around with his dick swinging. Shirtless, sure, but he liked wearing pants, unlike some people he knew. When he made a step back to get a better view of himself in the mirror, the silk swished softly over his cock, making him reach down to adjust himself, not that it helped in any way. There was no way he could walk in this thing without feeling the fabric move over his cock the whole time. Jesus, Kerry would never let him live it down if he realised Johnny was into this. The point had been to make fun of Johnny and have a good laugh, not to turn this into a sex thing.
At least that was what Johnny had assumed, but when he finally kicked himself and stepped out of the bathroom, walking slowly like that would reduce the friction against his cock and his chest and his ass, Kerry didn't laugh. He'd been waiting on V's bed – Johnny had insisted on doing this at V's place, which was really his place, too, if he was already going to make an ass of himself – sprawled out in nothing but a tight pair of leather pants, but he sat up the moment he saw Johnny. His eyes had widened a little and he was staring at Johnny, and not in a way that looked like he was about to start giggling helplessly. He stared like he hadn't been prepared for how hot he'd find this. Fuck.
"Happy?" Johnny grumbled, spreading out his arms and immediately regretting it because it made the silk move over his chest. He didn't even have particularly sensitive nipples, but that didn't seem to matter right now. He wasn't sure if it was just because of the way the fabric felt or because of Kerry staring at him like that, dry-mouthed and speechless, and Johnny had always enjoyed how desperately into him Kerry was.
"Turn around," Kerry managed to say after a few more seconds, making a little turning gesture with his right hand. Johnny rolled his eyes, arms still spread, but he did as Kerry had asked and turned slowly. Damn, he was pretty sure the dressing gown barely covered his ass. Kerry was a little bit shorter than him and this thing was already impossibly tiny on him, especially when he moved around. Johnny shifted from one foot to the other in discomfort – he'd always enjoyed how much Kerry wanted him, but not the way Kerry looked at him sometimes. Like he wanted to eat him alive. Like he wanted to bend him over and fuck his brains out. A lot like Johnny looked at women, really, and the idea of anyone looking at him like that just didn't seem right. Not even now that he actually fucked Kerry, and not just sometimes, but on a pretty damn regular basis. Often enough that Johnny didn't really have all that much time left for any women, especially not when V was around and joined them in bed or when only V was around and Johnny couldn't keep his hands off him either.
He decided that Kerry had stared at his ass for long enough and turned to face him again. One glance was enough to tell him that Kerry was already hard, the leather tenting over his cock. A lot more obvious than Johnny hoped his growing hard-on was.
"Looks good on you," Kerry said once he actually managed to make himself meet Johnny's eyes. He still sounded smug, but no less turned on than he looked. And kind of surprised, too – like he'd also expected this to be a hilarious joke at Johnny's expense: make Johnny dress up in that slip of silk he liked to mock Kerry for, laugh at him a bit and be done with it. Johnny almost wished Kerry was laughing.
"We done? Can I take this off now?" he asked, already knowing that the answer would be no. Only time in his life Kerry wouldn't jump at the chance to get him naked.
"We said you have to keep it on for an hour," Kerry said. Probably also the only time in his life he remembered shit they'd agreed on while really high. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, still staring at Johnny like he wasn't sure which part of him he wanted to look at most. "Come over here."
"We didn't say I have to fuck you in this," Johnny replied, although he had a bad feeling about the way Kerry's gaze kept lingering on his crotch. Not like he could hide anything under this damned thin silk. He didn't really want to back off, though. So he stepped closer, feeling his half-hard cock bob against the silk with every step – at first just a little closer and then within arm's reach when Kerry gave him a pointed look.
"Yeah, you look like you'd much rather sit on the couch and watch TV, sure ..." Kerry ignored Johnny glaring at him – he'd had a lot of practice with that, after all – and just put his hands on him, warm palms pressing against the outside of Johnny's thighs just beneath the hem of the dressing gown. Johnny expected him to slip his hands underneath the fabric, but instead Kerry only touched him on top of it – hands slowly sliding up his sides, over his chest, then down over his stomach. Johnny felt his breath hitch, but even though he managed to stay quiet, he had a feeling Kerry had noticed his reaction anyway.
"Feels nice, right?" he asked. Johnny snorted.
"Feels like someone is molesting me without even touching me. No wonder you like it. Fuck." Johnny groaned when Kerry's hand slid further down, touching his cock through the silk, rubbing the fabric against it until Johnny's knees almost buckled.
"Come here," Kerry just said again, and this time Johnny didn't object to letting himself be guided down until he straddled Kerry's thighs. Sitting in his lap, fuck, though he hoped Kerry wouldn't say something smug about that or Johnny would have had to get up again. It felt weirdly nice – the leather of Kerry's pants against the inside of his bare thighs and his balls, Kerry's strong hands moving to Johnny's ass to feel him up while he pulled him closer. Had to be V's fault that Johnny felt his cock twitch – weeks in V's head while he'd let a bunch of guys fuck him, while he'd sucked their dicks and sat in their laps just to piss Johnny off. And because he was into it, of course. That part must have rubbed off on Johnny because there was no way in hell sitting in Kerry's lap should have turned him on so much.
"I'm never making bets with you again," Johnny said, but he didn't turn his head aside when Kerry put his hand lightly on his throat and pulled him into a kiss. Kerry had always been such a damn good kisser, even back in the day when Johnny had rarely ever let him – Kerry had always tried, and sometimes Johnny had indulged him for a few moments before pushing him away. Even then he'd already been tempted by those kisses, by Kerry's soft lips and the hungry way he licked into Johnny's mouth, by the way he dug his fingers just a little into Johnny's throat to keep him close. Back then, Johnny had just been so damn sure that he didn't want to fuck anyone who had a dick. Right now he could feel Kerry's hard cock against his thigh, warm even through the leather. It wasn't just that he didn't mind anymore, it was actually kind of hot. Knowing how easy Kerry was when Johnny touched his cock. Knowing he didn't even need to touch his cock while fucking him to make him come all over himself.
Right now Johnny wasn't in a hurry to get to that, though. He took his time touching Kerry's bare chest instead, retracing the golden lines of his chrome while Kerry kissed him, slow and filthy. Kerry's other hand was still on Johnny's cock, and after those first teasing touches, he started groping him more firmly through the silk. If Johnny had thought this had been bad before, it was nothing compared to having the smooth fabric wrapped around his cock while Kerry stroked it slowly, dragging the silk over the length of Johnny's cock, rubbing it over the sensitive tip until it turned a little damp.
"Fuck, Ker, do you want me to make a mess of this thing?" Johnny asked against Kerry's lips, surprised by how breathless he already sounded. He glanced down between them, at Kerry's slender fingers on that ugly pattern, at the shape of his cock underneath it. In that moment he didn't even think he looked too ridiculous anymore, it actually looked kind of hot. Then again Johnny was pretty sure at this point he'd find anything Kerry did to him hot. Bastard. He'd had decades of figuring out so many ways to drive a guy out of his mind in bed, no wonder Johnny didn't manage to say no to him these days.
"That was the plan, yeah." Kerry was smiling, but then he suddenly let go of Johnny's cock, making him groan in protest and grab Kerry's wrist. Kerry seemed unimpressed. "Not the only thing I want to do to you, though."
"I didn't agree to let you play through all your dirty fantasies from sixty years ago." Johnny didn't manage to make it sound like much of a complaint. There were still things he didn't let Kerry do to him – nor V, for that matter – but that didn't change the fact that so far he'd ended up enjoying every damn thing he had agreed to. Like fucking Kerry right into V. Or putting V between them while he fucked his mouth and Kerry fucked his ass. Or letting Kerry ride him while Kerry choked him until he blacked out. Or even sucking Kerry's cock, because it had turned out that Johnny wasn't just okay with Kerry's cock being involved, he actually really liked it. It wasn't as big as Johnny's, because most people weren't, but it still felt good under his hands. Tasted good, too, probably all that fancy ganic food Kerry ate these days.
"Pretty sure we're already doing most of those. Nah, these are my dirty fantasies from about ten minutes ago." Kerry bit Johnny's bottom lip and then slapped him lightly across the face – not the first time he'd done that either, though he was usually rougher about it, usually did it while Johnny was balls deep inside him and Kerry was whining about not getting fucked hard enough. It was hot as fuck then, and in a weirdly demeaning way it was pretty damn hot right now, too. Maybe precisely because Johnny was wearing this ridiculous dressing gown and sitting in Kerry's lap like an overgrown rentboy.
Kerry was more built than he'd been sixty years ago, though Johnny wasn't sure if that was all corpo gene therapy or all that yoga he liked to do by the pool. But he was still skinnier than Johnny, not actually strong enough to manhandle him however he wanted (V was, though, and Johnny tried not to think too much about the fact that that he was into that, too). Still, Johnny wasn't trying to be difficult for once in his life and when Kerry tried to move him him off his lap and push him down onto the bed, he went along with it.
Mostly he was curious what Kerry was planning – maybe he'd regret that, but somehow he doubted it. Kerry going for what he wanted was hot – he'd been so damn distant when Johnny had come back for good, so damn careful around him. Like he'd been afraid of Johnny still being the exact same dick he'd been before his death, like he was worried about getting his little heart broken again. He'd tried to keep Johnny at arm's length until Johnny had grown sick of it and gone and kissed him. Kerry had still wanted to run until V had talked to him, until V had convinced him that Johnny was actually trying to get this right now. And until V had told him that he was fine with this, with it being the three of them together, because Kerry had actually cared about not cheating on the kid. Probably the first time in his life he hadn't been willing to drop his input in a heartbeat for Johnny. If it had been anyone but V, Johnny would have been insulted, but as it was, he was almost relieved. He wanted Kerry to treat V right, he just also wanted Kerry to be as crazy about him as he'd used to be.
And he was, now that he knew he could have Johnny the way he'd always wanted. Well, minus the cheesy input shit Kerry had probably fantasised about, too, because Johnny didn't do that. But being his friend, making music with him, and fucking him ... yeah, he could do that, and it had turned out that Johnny was actually really good with those things, too. Even as he wondered what exactly Kerry was up to right now.
Johnny felt uncomfortably exposed once he was sprawled out on his back. The sash was still technically closed, but it had loosened enough that his chest was bare and his cock was only half covered by the silk. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could look down at himself, so he could watch Kerry move between his bare legs, his knees shoving Johnny's thighs further apart. Johnny felt something twist in his gut – he didn't even like taking his pants off in bed half the time, certainly not when he was lying back like this. It felt ... vulnerable, in a stupid way that made him vaguely angry. If this was anyone else, anyone but Kerry or maybe V, he'd be jumping up right now. But Kerry was looking at him with such an eager, greedy expression that Johnny actually wanted to stay put for him. He wanted to let Kerry do whatever it was he had in mind, at least to see where this was going.
Kerry ran his hands up over Johnny's thighs, and when Johnny twitched and the silk slid off his almost painfully hard cock, Kerry carefully draped the fabric over it again.
"Keep it there, yeah?" he said, rubbing the tip of Johnny's cock through the silk.
"Aren't you going to keep it there?" Johnny asked, but he still wrapped his own hand lightly around his own cock, holding it in that sheath of silk. Fuck, it felt maddeningly good.
"I'll be busy," Kerry said, trying to be mysterious or some bullshit, except Johnny didn't particularly feel like complaining when Kerry leant down and rubbed his bearded cheek against the inside of Johnny's thigh, nuzzling it before he bit down lightly and proceeded to suck a bruise into his skin. Maybe he should let Kerry undress him more often, because there were places Kerry almost never touched him. Johnny squeezed his own cock, watched Kerry glance up at it while he kept kissing Johnny's thighs.
"Poor Kerry, can't suck my dick like this," Johnny said, though he had a feeling his smile wasn't half as mean as he'd meant for it to be. Kerry's love for sucking dick – dick in general and Johnny's in particular – wasn't exactly a hardship to put up with, after all.
"I'll live," Kerry mumbled against his skin before he kissed his way further up until he could reach Johnny's balls. He nosed at them, then licked over the soft skin while his fingers dug harder into Johnny's thighs, and fuck, Johnny had never seen the appeal of having his balls played with when his dick was right there and having it touched felt so much better, but right now the contrast of the silk on his cock and Kerry's beard on his balls was making his brain short-circuit. As if Kerry could tell – and he probably could, from the way Johnny's hips bucked up and his breath caught – he nipped very lightly at the soft skin of his balls and licked over that same spot.
"Don't come just yet, I'm nowhere near done with you."
Johnny wanted to snap at him, except even that little bite had done absolutely nothing to turn him off. But when he reached down with his left hand to grab Kerry's hair, Kerry batted it away, all playfully like he knew exactly how careful Johnny always was not to hurt him with his chrome fingers. Johnny groaned in frustration, briefly considered grabbing him anyway and simply fucking his throat whether that had been Kerry's plan or not, but he was still curious. And in truth, he didn't really want to pull the silk off his cock just yet. He lay back with a moan while Kerry's lips returned to his balls, kissing and licking and teasing them like he was maybe trying to find out if he could make Johnny come like that, except he'd said he didn't want him to. Maybe he wanted to ride Johnny's dick later, and then he'd no doubt pout if Johnny dared to come before Kerry had gotten what he wanted from him.
As Johnny was still considering that, Kerry's mouth was suddenly gone, except for a sharp bite on the inside of Johnny's other thigh that made him gasp in surprise and open his eyes, which he hadn't even realised he'd closed. Kerry smiled up at him, looking annoyingly pleased with himself, while his thumb rubbed over the bruise his teeth had left on Johnny's thigh.
"Turn over," he said.
"Fuck, no," Johnny said. But something about Kerry's tone, that demanding, confident tone he used more often in bed with V, but also plenty of times with Johnny when he was telling him exactly how he wanted to get fucked right now, something about that went straight to Johnny's cock and made him shift on the soft sheets. He remembered when a much younger Kerry had tried to be cute at him, when he'd played up that whole slutty jailbait twink thing that seemed to work on every other guy whose pants he tried to get into. Johnny hadn't really been into that, or at least not as much as he'd been into leading Kerry on and then slapping his hands away once he got his hopes up. But these days ... these days Kerry didn't pout and say please, these days he just told Johnny what he wanted and went for it. And it turned out maybe Johnny was way more into that than he ever would have expected.
"No?" Kerry ran his nails over the inside of Johnny's thigh, and even as short as they were, the slight scratch made Johnny's muscles twitch. "Want me to back off and just let you jerk off? That'd be a waste ..."
"Like you'd manage to keep your hands off me." Johnny squeezed his cock again, watched the way Kerry's gaze inevitably followed that movement. Kerry was sitting up between his legs now, looking infuriatingly perfect, and something about the contrast between his flawless skin with the golden chrome and the tight black leather, right there between Johnny's naked legs, was so damn pretty he thought he might let Kerry get away with just about anything tonight. He had lost a bet, after all. Maybe it was only fair to play along – if he'd been the one to win, he knew he would have milked it for all it was worth.
"All right, fine," Johnny said, failing entirely to sound like he minded. He let go of his cock to turn over, his bare legs brushing against Kerry's leather pants and his sides as he did, the silk swishing with a quiet noise over Johnny's skin. Like it was always moving around him of its own accord. Lying on his stomach gave him that same uncomfortable sense of being exposed as opening his legs had, and it only doubled when Kerry moved between his legs once again, making him spread them a bit more while he knelt between them. The dressing gown's fabric felt cool where it covered his ass, or at least half of his ass, considering how far it had slid up while Johnny had been moving around. His cock was trapped between his stomach and another layer of silk, and every time he shifted even the tiniest bit, the friction made his breath catch.
He strained his neck to see what Kerry was doing, although he was starting to have a fairly good idea of what Kerry had in mind. He'd never let him do that before. Hell, Kerry had never seriously tried to do that before, like he was entirely sure that Johnny would never agree to getting fucked anyway. Until not too long ago, Johnny would have been just as sure about that. It was one thing to fuck both Kerry and V or even to suck them off. But letting them fuck him ... He knew how into it they both were, had even felt what V had felt while being in his head, but he still had a hard time believing he'd enjoy it half as much as them. But he didn't want to move away. He didn't want to chicken out after he'd already come so far.
Kerry only met his eyes for a brief moment before he grabbed Johnny by the back of the neck and pushed his face into the pillow. Then he leant down for a low, deep, "stay there" whispered into Johnny's ear. Johnny's hips bucked, his cock sliding over the silk underneath him, though his next movement was forestalled when Kerry grabbed him by the hips instead and held him steady. His hands moved to Johnny's ass next, fingers digging lightly into it before he spread his cheeks and pushed the silk up another inch, making Johnny shiver as the cool air hit his skin. Part of him wanted to run, to get up from the bed and snap at Kerry for getting ideas, to start a fight with him for pushing too much just like he always had and fucking things up when this had been going so well. But Johnny wasn't entirely sure he could trust his legs if he tried to get up. And if he moved, he'd lose the friction against his cock, too.
So he stayed right where he was when Kerry's hands lingered on his ass for longer than Johnny usually allowed it, and he stayed where he was when Kerry bent down and rubbed his cheek over Johnny's ass. Kerry's breath was hot against his skin, or maybe it was just that Johnny felt hot all over, his hair sticking to his temples, his face damp with sweat where it was pressed into the pillow, his head turned to the side now so he could breathe more easily, not that it made it sound any less ragged. Fuck, he knew what Kerry was going to do. He'd seen him do it to V countless times. He'd never been in V's head for that, no, but he'd watched V's face, watched him squirm, watched him grab Kerry's hair and beg for more while Kerry took him apart like it was nothing.
He knew it and he still wasn't prepared for the sensation of Kerry's tongue swiping over his hole, a broad, quick touch at first like he only wanted to get him a little wet, and that thought made Johnny moan so loudly he surprised himself. Because Kerry didn't ever do half-measures, Kerry would want him wet so he could fuck him, even if for now all Johnny felt was his tongue, lapping over him again and again while Johnny's nerves fired like something in his brain wasn't connected right, his hole twitching under Kerry's tongue and his cock aching with need.
And that was before Kerry actually started pushing and prodding a little, the tip of his tongue hot and feeling far too thick as it teased its way past the rim and inside him. Opening him up. And that thought, too, made his heart beat so fast his chest felt too tight for it. He shouldn't have been that into the idea of having Kerry inside him, except ... except at some point over the past months, he'd apparently decided that there was nothing he didn't want from Kerry. That he hated the idea of Kerry doing anything with anyone else that he didn't also do with Johnny, even if the only "anyone else" in Kerry's life was V now. Johnny wouldn't have known how to ask for this, but fuck if Kerry didn't know him disturbingly well.
He was slowly working Johnny open with his tongue, pulling out sometimes and licking at the rim again before he pushed in a little deeper each time, and Johnny could feel himself not quite relaxing, no, but getting used to that weird intrusion. He wanted to blame V and his time in V's head for how fucking sensitive his asshole felt when he didn't think it ever had before, but the simple truth was that he'd never let anyone do this to him until now. Fuck if it wasn't driving him crazy, especially once Kerry rubbed his calloused thumb over the wet rim and then slipped it into Johnny alongside his tongue, opening him up a bit further. Johnny already felt wetter than he thought he should just from Kerry's tongue. As he thought that, Kerry pulled away and spat on his hole – the same way Johnny did so often before he fucked him, and Johnny had never understood why it always made Kerry moan so eagerly until now, until he felt the wetness spreading over his hole and being worked into him immediately by Kerry's finger, his index this time, pushing in deeper than his thumb had before.
He hadn't meant to let any of this go so far, he hadn't meant for Kerry to fuck him just because he'd gotten Johnny to wear this ridiculous dressing gown, and yet he felt like he was so fucking close that losing any touch of Kerry's would have made him scream. He rocked against the sheets, against the slightly damp silk clinging to his cock as he rubbed over it, but it wasn't enough and if he tried to move, tried to get his hand between himself and the bed, maybe Kerry would stop and then Johnny would have to tell him to keep going. So he held on to the sheets instead, his hole twitching around Kerry's finger as it moved in deeper still and pulled back out.
Kerry rubbed with his thumb over the rim, over the sensitive skin around it, and maybe Johnny was only imagining it that he could feel every callous on Kerry's fingers catch on his skin. He loved Kerry's hands, loved touching them, loved kissing them, had sucked on them more than once while fucking Kerry so hard he'd whimpered and shaken and still snapped at Johnny if he dared to slow down. He wondered if Kerry could make him come just with those fingers of his, working them into him one by one. He wondered how many of them Kerry could fit inside him – Johnny had watched Kerry slowly push his whole hand into V one night, though that had taken a lot of patience and time and so much lube V had been dripping with it by the end, his eyes glazed over, his pink hair dark with sweat and his whole body shivering while Johnny held him. Johnny had jerked off while watching them, but that night he hadn't thought yet about Kerry doing that to him. He did now.
For the time being, though, Kerry hardly seemed to have the patience for that anyway. Johnny could hear him breathe heavily, heard the creaking of the leather when Kerry opened his pants and pulled out his cock. He didn't bother to undress, though, and somehow the fact that for once in his life he was less dressed than Kerry – Kerry, who liked being naked a bit too much – only made this better. Johnny wanted to say something, at least make some smart-ass comment if he was already going to let Kerry fuck him like a little bitch, but the only thing he could think of was how much he wanted him, how much he wanted to feel him, deeper than his tongue and his fingers could reach.
Not being able to see much of what was going on only heightened each sensation – the leather pressing against his thighs when Kerry moved closer, the pressure of Kerry's fingers holding Johnny's ass open, the hot, hard tip of his cock brushing over Johnny's hole.
"Fuck, you're ... you're not gonna fuck me dry, forget it," Johnny managed to say, even as the idea turned him on about as much as being this exposed, being sprawled out and held down in a way that almost made him feel helpless.
"Trust me, you're not dry." Kerry laughed – it didn't sound smug or mocking, though, almost something like fond, not that Johnny was in any state to analyse what the hell Kerry was thinking from the tone of his voice. He probably wasn't thinking anything at all except how horny he was.
As if to make a point, Kerry spat on him again, immediately rubbed his cock over the added slickness – and when he started pushing into Johnny, it really didn't feel dry at all. As weird as it was, that sudden fullness, that intrusion that was way thicker than Kerry's finger had been, Kerry still slid into him way more easily than Johnny would have thought possible. Kerry wasn't in a hurry, but he moved steadily, pushing in deeper and deeper until he was flush against Johnny's ass, leather sticking to damp skin, his weight pushing Johnny down into the bed while his cock filled him up so completely Johnny's vision went black. It felt as overwhelming as hands on his throat – different, yeah, but that fullness made it almost impossible to feel anything else just like he could barely feel anything else when he couldn't breathe. He was only dimly aware of Kerry's lips against the back of his neck, Kerry's voice mumbling his name, Kerry's hands on his hips, touching him through the silk.
And as if that wasn't enough, as if Johnny's balls weren't already tight and the tip of his cock so wet the silk stuck to it – Kerry started actually moving. Not much, not with the way he was lying on top of Johnny, but even just slowly rolling his hips against him, his cock pulling out an inch and then immediately sliding back into Johnny, even that sent a shock up his spine like a fucking gunshot. When he'd been in V's head, V's arousal had always felt distant and muted, including when he'd gotten fucked – it hadn't felt half as intense as this, as Kerry's cock pushing into Johnny and sending another jolt of pleasure through him every damn time.
Earlier, with Kerry's tongue pushed into him and his cock rubbing against the silk, Johnny had been so sure that this wasn't enough to get him off, but right now, with Kerry's cock filling him, fucking him through the mattress like they'd done this a hundred times before, it only took a handful of thrusts before Johnny buried his face in the pillow to muffle his moans when he came between his stomach and the bed, unable to hold back even a moment longer and so fucking overwhelmed that Kerry's next thrust had him gasping for breath like he'd choked Johnny out on top of that.
He was too out of it to worry about Kerry noticing – not like Kerry would mind; he sounded breathless and almost awed when he gasped against Johnny's ear, "Did you just ...? Fuck, you're fucking easy, Johnny, as easy as me ..."
And Johnny couldn't even object, barely even wanted to. So what if Kerry's cock got him off as easily as Kerry's hands or his mouth did? Just meant there was yet another way in which he could have him, yet another way he could drive Kerry crazy – panting against Johnny's ear now, hands gripping his hips almost too tight, fucking him with faster, shallow thrusts like he couldn't restrain himself any more than Johnny. And Johnny had maybe expected it to stop feeling good after he'd come, except Kerry's cock still sent that same sharp pleasure through his body, still made his cock twitch while he came a few more drops to add to the mess he'd made of Kerry's dressing gown and the sheets, again, and then again until he thought he wanted to come again and couldn't, his cock twitching drily and helplessly against the wet fabric.
He felt dizzy with it, like the whole world would be turning if not for Kerry holding him down and fucking him – and just when Johnny thought he couldn't take it anymore, Kerry thrust into him so hard his momentum dragged Johnny upwards on the bed, and his breathing turned into a shaky, desperate moan when he came inside him. Inside him, and Johnny could feel that, too. The added fullness at first and then a moment later, when Kerry pulled out of him too quickly, the wetness trickling out of him, over his already too sensitive skin. Fuck, he didn't even want to know what he looked like right now, but as that thought flitted through his mind, he realised he wanted to know exactly what he looked like. He'd fucked Kerry in front of mirrors before, maybe he should let Kerry do the same to him. Kerry would make Johnny look at himself then, no doubt about it.
For a little while, Johnny didn't know how long, they just lay there, Kerry still on top of him, breathing against Johnny's neck and petting his hip idly, still touching him through that damned silk. It felt even stranger against his skin now that it was damp with sweat, like his whole body was still being touched when he wasn't sure he could take it anymore. He couldn't have decided if he wanted to complain or be relieved when Kerry finally rolled off him and gently stroked over his back, once, twice before he started pulling the fabric down over Johnny's shoulders.
"Not sure if it's been an hour, but I'd say we're done with the bet," Kerry said. His voice was hoarse the way it often got after sex, like it wasn't already rough and deep enough the rest of the time. Johnny had always liked his voice, pretty much since the day they'd met. He hadn't known how much more he'd like it when he was the one who'd just got Kerry off.
Johnny felt weirdly boneless, similar to when they took a bunch of downers together or when he woke up too early in the morning because Nibbles was hungry and complaining about all three of them sleeping in. It was hard to move at all, but he tried to prop himself up just a little bit to help Kerry undress him. The silk still felt impossibly soft when it ghosted over Johnny's skin, over his chest as it was pulled out from underneath him, over his back when Kerry took it off him and threw it on the ground. The dressing gown had to be filthy, covered in sweat and come. Johnny would never be able to look at it again, to look at Kerry wearing it, without thinking of today.
Johnny turned his head to the side to look at Kerry, found him still dressed in those black leather pants that were sitting low on his hips and still open so his cock was out. It should have looked kinda dumb and instead just looked hot as hell, gave Johnny the vague urge to press his face right against Kerry's crotch and swallows his still half-hard cock like it hadn't just been up his ass. He licked his lips. Maybe, just maybe he was starting to develop a thing for Kerry's cock. Shouldn't have been that weird – he liked going down on women, no reason he shouldn't like going down on men, at least the two men in the world he actually wanted to fuck. And Johnny knew how soft the skin of Kerry's cock would have felt against his lips, how hot and heavy it would have been in his mouth.
Kerry caught him looking of course, and Johnny buried his face in the pillow with a groan. At least Kerry didn't stop touching him – he lay down again, pressed against Johnny's side, leather against his bare legs, the chrome on his chest strangely cool against Johnny's arm. Johnny's skin was still too sensitive everywhere Kerry touched him, his spine where Kerry's fingers slid down, brushing over sweat-slick skin until they reached the small of Johnny's back. Johnny clenched up without thinking about it, fully aware of just how fucking messy he was.
"Ker?" He barely recognised his own voice, realised only then that he hadn't said a word since before he'd had Kerry's cock inside him.
"Mhm?" A low rumble against his shoulder, where Kerry kissed him lightly.
"I know you'll want to lick your come out of me ..." Johnny felt himself shudder at the thought – he'd seen Kerry do it to V plenty of times, whether he or Johnny had been the one to fuck him, and Johnny liked to do it to both of them himself. He sighed softly. "Don't. Not today, yeah? Feels good like this ..."
Kerry was quiet for a moment, and then he laughed – a surprised, pleased sound that made Johnny relax against him. Kerry's fingers brushed over Johnny's rim, over the still sticky skin in a way that sent a helpless shudder through Johnny's whole body. But he didn't do more than that, just let his hand return to Johnny's back.
"Yeah. Okay." Kerry still sounded like he couldn't quite believe it. "Here I was worrying you were about to freak out on me."
Which probably wasn't an unfounded concern. But Johnny was doing pretty okay these days, he thought – he managed not to be a dick for no reason on most days. When he fought with Kerry, which he did of course, it was at least because they'd both been assholes. And then they yelled at each other a bit and either cooled off or fucked each other's brains out. Maybe if they'd fucked back in the day, things wouldn't have gone completely to shit between them. It was a good way of dealing with all that anger and resentment that would just pile up otherwise. And most of the time ... most of the time they were good together. It also helped that Johnny being a dick to Kerry was just about the only thing that made V properly furious at him, and Johnny hated it when V was so mad he wasn't talking to him. Not being able to talk to V was just fucking wrong, made him feel like a piece of him was missing. So he was trying really damn hard to make this work.
And it turned out he liked things being good between them – he liked making music with Kerry whenever he felt like it, he liked joining him and V in bed almost every night, he liked waking up with them and not feeling like an intruder, he liked Kerry touching him all casually when he walked past him like it was no big deal. He liked that Kerry didn't constantly look anymore like he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Johnny to start a fight just to make a point about whatever the fuck he thought he was making a point about. Still, letting Kerry fuck him somehow felt like the kind of thing that should have made him want to bring some distance between them again, to leave for a week and fuck some chick just so Kerry wouldn't start thinking they were now or some overly emotional crap like that. But in truth he hadn't fucked anyone but Kerry and V in months, had barely even thought about it all that much. In truth he simply felt fucked out and content and really fucking amazing.
"Nah, I'm good," he just said, glancing up at Kerry and feeling a tiny smile tug at the corner of his mouth when he saw his face. Kerry looked relieved and just ... happy or something. It was a pretty common look on his face these days – in the first months after Johnny had come back to life, V had been the main reason for that, but these days, Johnny was pretty sure he contributed about as much to that as V did. He liked that, too. It kept him from thinking too much about Kerry taking a gun with him to the bathroom all those months ago. From wondering what might have happened if he'd talked V into going to see Kerry a few days later. Johnny might not have gotten a chance to fix things with him then.
But Kerry was right there next to him, warm and alive and smiling like a fucking idiot. Johnny rolled over onto his back so he could look up at him more easily, at that blissed out expression in his eyes. When Johnny held out his ganic arm for him, Kerry immediately got comfortable against his side, his head on Johnny's chest the way he always liked it and his hand petting Johnny's stomach. Johnny was messy there, too. Half of his come had ended up on the dressing gown, but there was still enough on his skin to make it sticky. He'd probably regret not cleaning up in the morning, but right now he really enjoyed how filthy he felt. Used. Properly fucked. Yeah, maybe he was into that, too.
"V is going to be so mad you did this without him here," Johnny said after they'd just lain there in silence for a while, Kerry idly caressing his chest while Johnny played with Kerry's hair. He'd grown it out a little, just long enough that there was more to pull on. Johnny wished he'd grow it out properly long again, the way it'd used to be. The only reason he wasn't annoying Kerry about it all the time was because he knew Kerry was a contrary little shit. Johnny smiled. "He'd want to watch."
"True." Kerry looked up at him and stretched so he could kiss the corner of Johnny's mouth. "But this isn't the last time I'm doing this to you."
He didn't make it sound like a question, but like he was really damn sure of that already. Considering how fast Johnny had come with Kerry's cock inside him, though, he figured that was fair.
"And I don't think he'll only want to watch," Kerry added after a moment. His fingers brushed over Johnny's soft cock, and Johnny vaguely thought that he should probably still feel kind of uncomfortable, exposed like this. But Kerry had one leg thrown over him now, one arm wrapped around him, pressing close against him. Only covering half of him, yeah, but it still felt so good Johnny was damn glad he wasn't wearing anything that would have stopped him from feeling Kerry against his skin.
"You'd share my ass with the kid?" Johnny asked, even as he was already considering it. He knew V liked fucking Kerry as much as he liked getting fucked by both of them, so of course he'd want to do Johnny, too. And he had to be pretty good at it – after all, Kerry had had decades of letting every halfway attractive guy he met rail him into oblivion and he seemed very pleased with the way V did it. And Johnny ... well, there wasn't much he didn't want to share with V, apart from his godawful sense of fashion. Having V inside him would probably feel as right, as strangely complete as doing it the other way around.
"If he asks nicely, I might let him have my sloppy seconds," Kerry said, sounding casual like they didn't both know he adored V and would give him just about anything he might ever want whether or not V asked nicely, but that didn't change the fact that that tone made Johnny shiver all over. His hole clenched to keep Kerry's come inside him while he wondered what it'd feel like to have another dick shoved into him right now, while he was still this sensitive and sore. Kerry gave him a knowing look, probably because Kerry had always loved having a couple of guys gang up on him until he couldn't walk anymore. He grinned.
"You think you're filthy now, Johnny?" His voice had taken on that impossibly low bedroom tone that Kerry clearly knew got Johnny going like few other things. "You'll be a mess when we pass you back and forth between our cocks. Pop a couple of pills so we can keep going all night."
"Jesus, Kerry," Johnny said and utterly failed to sound even the slightest bit put off by the idea. They did that with Kerry sometimes, not that V at his age needed that many pills to go several times a night. Kerry was always completely wrecked by the end of that, come dripping from his hole, his eyes glassy like he might just pass out from too much pleasure and overstimulation, and even then he'd still cling to them, hold on to them, say "yes" and "more" when they asked him if they should keep going. Johnny had rarely seen anything hotter than that, Kerry so completely out of it, sweaty and shaking and barely able to move between them, just letting himself be lifted off one cock and put on the other. And that was Kerry, who'd had a lifetime of practice taking dicks since he'd been the most impossibly horny teenager Johnny had ever met. If V and Kerry did that to Johnny ... fuck. He'd already lost it just from having Kerry's cock fucking him once.
Kerry laughed against his shoulder, kinda smug, but not really maliciously so, and Johnny for once couldn't find it himself to get mad at him for it. Especially not once Kerry sat up halfway to grab their cigarettes from the nightstand. He lit two of them between his lips and passed one to Johnny, the way they'd already done all those years, decades ago. When Johnny had still told himself he didn't want Kerry, that he wasn't into any guys, not even the guy who played guitar as well as him and made every song Johnny wrote even better the moment they played it together. The guy he'd spent almost every waking moment with for the best years of his life.
He'd been a fucking idiot back then about so many things, and maybe the best part of being in V's brain for a while had been realising that – realising in general that he'd ruined so much in his life out of stubbornness, but also realising a few things about Kerry specifically. Seeing Kerry smile at V like nothing had ever made him so happy in his life, feeling him kiss V more tenderly than he'd ever tried to kiss Johnny before his death. That had finally made Johnny consider that maybe he did want those things from Kerry after all. He'd missed out on so much in his old life, but at least he could finally catch up on that now. Kerry was letting him catch up on it.
Kerry settled back against his side with his cigarette, still smiling.
"So, yeah, I think after that V will forgive me for doing this without him."
"Like there's anything V wouldn't forgive you for. He's crazy about you." Johnny sounded more serious than he'd really planned, but he didn't try to make light of it after he'd said it. Just shrugged and breathed in another lungful of smoke. He met Kerry's eyes, though, and hoped that Kerry got everything he meant by that. Because Kerry knew how much Johnny and V shared – before, but also now. How much they had in common. The same thoughts going through their brains even now that said brains weren't connected anymore. The same desires, the same feelings. Even if in this case they didn't feel the same way because they'd shared a brain, but because Kerry had gotten under both their skins, wrapped them both around his talented little finger one way or another. It had just taken Johnny way longer to accept that than V.
For once in his life, Kerry wasn't stupid, though. He looked at Johnny like he understood exactly what he meant, and then he smiled at Johnny the way he usually smiled at V.
"Good, 'cos I'm just as crazy about him," he said. His smile widened like he was really damn proud of himself for having gotten away with something – with saying something cheesy to Johnny without getting laughed at for it, like that hadn't been exactly what Johnny had been going for. And he didn't exactly need to be told because Kerry had been crazy about him for most of his life, but still, it was good to hear that some things hadn't changed. Johnny still didn't want this to turn into a whole conversation. He stubbed out the cigarette, though he took care not to move around too much and shove Kerry away. He was far too comfortable to get up or let Kerry out of bed any time soon.
"Yeah, yeah, you can tell him when he gets here," Johnny said, but he could see from the corner of his eyes that Kerry was still smiling.
Good. Maybe losing a bet against him hadn't been so bad after all.