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It's a warm summer day , Johnny doesn't remember what time it is since hours have seem to merged together and form something incoherent. He doesn't care though , the sun beats down on him and covers him like the warmest blanket god could provide.
It's been ten years since Gyro's death. He doesn't like to think about for obvious fucking reason but he can't help it , there's a lot that reminds Johnny of him. He shaped him in a lot of way , some he can't even explain. He had a real bond with him , some would describe almost love from the way he'd talk about Gyro but he didn't want to say that. That would be wrong , the one he really loves in Rina.
She comes outside with a glass of lemonade for her husband , setting it down on the table next to him. She leans over , a hand smoothing over his forehead and realizes just how hot he is.
"You can't stay out here for too long Johnny , you'll get sunburnt." She whispers in his ear , in just the way that makes a familiar buzz run up his toes and through his legs.
He grunts and leans into her hand , his eyes scan over their big backyard. He's spent a fucking fortune to give his kids a life they were comfortable in , to be the sweet and loving father Johnny never had.
"Have the kids thought about coming out? It's nice outside." Johnny asks , turning up to look at Rina. There's a soft smile on her face , chuckling gently and nodding her head.
"They have but it's way too hot out here , please Johnny." Rina begs , a slight whine to her voice. Johnny lets out a sigh and nods his head , sliding out of his lawn chair.
Rina smiles as she watches her husband get up from the sun chair , grabbing the lemonade and walking over to her.
"Thank you , I just don't want you to burn again." She explains , a soft kiss being pressed to the blondes cheek. He's already getting red so getting him inside will help him cool off.
Johnny just smiles and leans into the kiss , feeling the slight stickiness of her lipstick on his cheek. They both make their way inside , the blonde sipping at his lemonade— it's good , fresh and homemade. Just how he likes it.
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Johnny can feel his nerves creeping back in , it's the evening now , he's cooled down since he was last outside. Rina is making dinner , Elizabeth is reading him a story he's hardly really paying attention , George is off playing outside with his friends and Mary is upstairs doing whatever a teenage girl finds enjoyable.
He's twirling at a piece of blonde hair because he can't shake this feeling. Johnny feels like something is arriving , way sooner then he expect and he doesn't know why he's feeling this way or what would even be coming. When Elizabeth is tugging at his shirt again , he turns his attention to her to listen to the children's book she's reading him. It distracts his mind for a minute before there's a knock at the door.
"Johnny , will you?" Rina asks , peeking her head past the kitchen door. He nods , excusing himself from the seat next to Elizabeth on the couch to answer whoever is at the door.
When Johnny walks up to it , he hesitates to grab the doorknob because there's a feeling of impatience. He feels like if he opens up this door , he'll be greeted with something he's been waiting for. Johnny can't makeout what that would be , nothing comes to mind.
Johnny shakes the feeling away— or atleast pushes it in the back of his head as he grabs the doorknob. There's another knock and he grits his teeth. Give him a fuckin second , he's answering!
He opens the door , the setting sun blinds him for a second before blue eyes adjust to the person infront of him.
Johnny's mouth drops open in shock , a wave of confusion washes over him like a sneaker wave and yanking him into the ocean. It's the last person he'd ever expect because it's fucking Gyro.
Gyro fucking Zeppeli— correction actually , Julius Caesar fucking Zeppeli.
He doesn't know what to say— he doesn't know what to feel because— he should be dead. He remembers holding his cold , lifeless , empty body in his hands , that he could do nothing to save Gyro and that he was gone forever.
There's a smile growing on the others face. Sure , he knew that he probably shouldn't have came to Johnny's house on a random summer day , almost ten years after his supposed "death" but when he finally found Johnny's address , he couldn't wait any longer.
"Miss me?" Gyro asks , shoulders coming up to his ears with a stiff smile. He's awkward and he can't make out if Johnny has an expression of anger , sadness or maybe betrayal because he's sure if the blonde could , he'd tell him he feels betrayed that Gyro didn't come to him sooner.
Johnny's mouth opens again , holding the door open. His brain is going the slowest it has , like he's in a fight or flight mode , adrenaline pumping through his blood and trying to wake his brain up. Everything feels so slow.
"Johnny! Who is it?" Rina asks from the kitchen , noticing her husband hasn't said anything and seeing the shadow she can't make out.
It's hearing his wife's voice Johnny finally comes back down to earth , hard and fast like he's just jumped off a building and he's crashing into the ground. Before Johnny can reply to his wife , before Gyro can say another word , he's clutching to his friend. Dare he say soulmate because he's never felt another way about a man— or woman like he's felt about Gyro.
Gyro smells like home. Johnny can't really explain but it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside , like he's a kid again with a crush he's just hugged for the first time. He feels Gyro's arm wrap around his body and squeeze him back , he's missed this so much— even though before , they never really hugged or anything , they'd usually just squeeze next to eachother on cold nights or share a blanket.
The feeling of Gyro's warm arm hugging him back , his breath against his neck , listening to his heartbeat thump in his chest makes Johnny cry because he's craved for this moment again since Gyro had "died".
Tears wet his eyelashes and his cheeks , full on sobbing into Gyro's clothes because he's missed him so much he can't even put it into words. To feel his friend against his body again , the warmth , the comforting smell , even the kind of shitty jokes and the rumble in his chest from his voice , it's too much for Johnny.
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Gyro is quickly shoved into the house with open arms to which he is surprised because he had assumed Johnny would blow up , tell him how shitty Gyro is for not letting him know sooner , how he should just leave and never come back— as if he was never alive at all but Johnny didn't act that way. Gyro was beyond fucking thankful. He wasn't sure how he would feel if all those anxious thoughts had come true.
Gyro can smell cooking in the air , it's a nice change from home , something more lively and loving then his own boring cooking at his place.
"I— I can't believe it! Yer alive!" Johnny shouts trying to wipe the tears rolling from his eyes. Gyro wants to wipe them away , kiss his cheeks and tell him that he's so happy to see his friend again. He doesn't though because out of the corner of his eye he can see a woman strolling through the living room and into the hall , off to Johnny's right and his left.
"Johnny , who is this?" She asks. Her voice is soft and gentle as she walks behind him , a bit shy but she doesn't seem to pose any threat. Gyro can't help the jealousy that bubbles up from his throat , it's obvious that's Johnny's wife from the way the ring catches the light and screams back in his face that Johnny is hers.
"It's Gyro— remember who I told ya 'bout? During the Steel Ball Run?" Johnny says , head turning between Gyro and his wife. There's a wave of shock on her face as she turns her husband to face her , head turning between him and Johnny.
"I thought he had passed!" She shouts , sharing the same excitement as her lover. Johnny's smile grows bigger as he shakes his head , he's not hiding any emotions now.
"I know! It's a fuckin' miracle!" He shouts. Gyro smiles— Johnny seems truly happy. He can recall how exhausted , frustrated and just tired he was during the race. He knew the blonde felt like he never deserved any help that came his way so it was so nice to see Johnny receive this love and affection without having to push it away.
Rina is Johnny's wife's name , she's sweet , a bit quiet but she's a good woman from what Gyro can tell. They had gotten married a few years after the race , choosing to settle down on a ranch and help Johnny follow his career of becoming a coach. How sweet.
Gyro's also found out that Johnny has three kids. Mary , his eldest daughter. George , his second eldest and Elizabeth , his youngest. Gyro can that Elizabeth got her looks from Johnny , it's quite cute if he says so himself , she looks like him when he was younger.
He can't help but feel like he's intruding now , see how happy his friend is. Johnny can walk again which is wonderful , he has more than enough money to support him and his family and he even has a loving , supportive wife who is more than happy to help Johnny with whatever his heart desires.
The Italian smiles at the thought as he picks at his dinner because it's like his life has come full circle. It's more than Johnny would've asked for if he was younger.
The only downside is , Gyro's totally in love with him. He came to the conclusion years ago , a couple of years after he "died" but he realized he was inlove with somebody who was probably never going to see again and somebody who probably didn't want anything to do with him anymore.
He couldn't make a move then because Johnny didn't swing that way he thought and because a few cold nights cuddled up together or a few lingering glances didn’t mean Johnny had any romantic feelings for Gyro.
"If you don't mind me asking Gyro— how did you .. come back? Johnny's told me the whole story now." Rina says with a smile , cheeks soft and slight pink as she takes another bite of dinner.
Gyro runs his tongue over the back of his teeth , thinking for a second. They're all sitting here , like a family but he feels like a sore thumb.
"It would ruin the mystery behind it if I told you." Gyro replied with his own smile , shoving the fork into his mouth. If he's being honest , he doesn't remember being saved , doesn't know who saved him and most importantly , doesn't remember what saved him but whatever did , he's beyond words thankful for it.
His eyes trail over to Johnny and he can see how warm and happy his eyes are , it's like the rain has finally stopped and the clouds have shifted away , the sun peeks out and maybe a little rainbow forms. It makes Gyro look down at his dish , pick at it again and his cheeks run a shade of pink across his tanned skin. Johnny's married , he reminds himself.
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After dinner , Gyro had plans to leave but Johnny has other. He wanted— no , needed him to stay at their house. He had an extra bedroom upstairs and it wouldn't hurt him at all , it had been over ten fucking years since his supposed death , Johnny was going to savor every second he had with Gyro.
They're in the room right next to his own , an empty guest bed in a barren bedroom that has a few paintings on the wall. There was more times than he could count that Rina tried to make this specific room more welcoming but Johnny declined it , he'd thought it would never get used.
The blonde stands by the door as Gyro sets his bag on the bed , there's excitement radiating off of him. It's almost unusual because before now , every time he thought about his friend. It brought him nothing but guilt and sadness.
"I really can't believe it." Johnny admits , catching Gyro's attention. He walks closer , the sound of boots clicking against the floor as he goes to sit next to him on the bed.
"That yer really here , I mean— it's just" Johnny gets cut off by a hand on his thigh. Now , after all these years he can feel it clearly. Feel the weight of Gyro's hand sink into the flesh , the way his fingers squeeze the fat , he can feel the bolt of arousal run up his body and into his groin.
"I can't explain it either but I'm happy. It's really great to see you again Johnny." Gyro says , voice low and soft. The blonde likes the way his name rolls off of his tongue , it makes his body heat up and that familiar feeling of fuzziness and warmth again. Almost like home dare he say.
Johnny lets out a shaky breath as he stands up again , Gyro's hand slipping from his thigh and back onto his bed. That wasn't the first time he had touched his thigh like that , they had their own private intimate moments during the race. Johnny loved remembering them even if he didn't want to admit it , he missed the way Gyro made him feel.
It was different from Rina and he couldn't explain why , maybe it was just that their bond was stronger than the one he had with his wife. After all , the two of them had gone through hell and back , life and death and more importantly , love and heartbreak.
"If ya need anything , I'll be in the room off to your left. Just knock on the door , if I don't answer it , Rina will get ya whatever ya need." Johnny says , a small smile on his face. Gyro gives him one back as well and it makes his heart skip a beat , he turns to leave the bedroom quickly because now there's images of their private nights showing up behind his eyelids.
"Johnny!—" Gyro calls out , forcing the blonde to stop in his tracks , turning to face his friend. His eyes are soft and there's something behind them he can't makeout but he knows it's something positive.
"I'm really happy we got to see eachother again— I know our .. reunion , wasn't what you had in mind but—" He gets cut off by Johnny.
"It's fine , all that matters now is yer alive and well , 'kay? Goodnight." He replied , short and sweet. Gyro nods and says goodnight to his friend before he leaves his room.
Johnny feels some way that he can't explain but it makes his stomach turn with joy , it makes his cheeks warm up and his heart tighten. Sometimes , the idea of them being soulmates really doesn't sound too bad.
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It's late into the night and Johnny's head swirls with images , memories and thoughts about Gyro. He feels a bit bad when they turn into something more sexual because his wife is clinging to him currently , fast asleep and curled up next to him. There's a part of him that feels guilty , almost like he's led her on but another part says it's the truth. That the thoughts of Gyro touching him , a hand running down his torso and brushing the waistband of his sleep pants is right— that it's what he truly wants.
Which forces him to sneak out of bed , he's had more than enough practice over the years. Sure , not recently because he's had nothing to hide from Rina but he's still got it because he's already at Gyro's door.
There's a quiet knock before he opens it , sneaking his way inside and sure enough. His friend is wide awake , reading some book he can't see from here.
"Needed something?" Gyro asks , turning on his back. He's in nothing but sleep shorts and it makes Johnny's throat feel dry. He can see the hair that paints his chest , the couple of scars that litter his body and not to mention the sweet , sweet tan lines. He feels like he's about to have a stroke.
Gyro coughs awkwardly and it catches Johnny's attention , looking elsewhere in the room— specifically to the pair of boots that is at the edge of the bed. They look similar to the ones he used to wear.
"Nah , I was jus tired and hopin' you were up." He explains , Gyro hums in the background. He shuts the book and sets it on the bedside table before he motions for Johnny to sit next to him.
Johnny follows through with his order , climbing on the bed with a groan and it squeaks underneath their shared weight before it quiets back down as he lays. Gyro's on his side and Johnny is on his back.
"What's going on up there? I can see you're thinking." Gyro asks. His voice is low again , smooth but a bit rough too .. It's so fucking sexy Johnny admits. Everything about Gyro is sexy , his hands , his body , the way he talks and thinks , his shitty jokes , the way he rides his horse— just , god everything.
"M' just really happy yer back ya know? I can't believe it." He explains , a little smile on his face as he looks down at his lap. It's the truth , Johnny's thought about this more times then he count , it almost feels unreal.
"I'm happy to be back too , I really missed you Johnny." Gyro admits. Talking is so easy between them , they could talk about what they were thinking , what they enjoyed , what they hated or what they loved and the other would listen for hours on end. Johnny couldn't help but crave that with Rina.
"I missed ya too Gyro." Johnny says , softly elbowing the other as his cheeks turn that familiar hue of pink. For a second Gyro pretends that it hurts , watching the way Johnny smiles and shakes his head at his little joke before they'd settle back down again.
There was a long silence between them , just listening to the other breath as they soaked in each others presence. Johnny wasn't sure when the next this would happen , he might just have Gyro die in his arms again and this would be the last time they're together.
"You want to know what I missed most?" Gyro questions , catching the blondes attention. Johnny turns back to his friend , expression soft and curious as he thinks nothing of the question. Since Gyro's back was against the bedside lamp , he couldn't see the fire that was in his eyes or the way his pupils had blown up a bit.
Johnny could feel the air shift though , not bad but a bit more suffocating— as if a shirtless Gyro next to him wasn't enough.
"This." Gyro mumbles out but before Johnny can say anything , the Italian is mashing their lips together and pulling him in. Johnny shivers and groans because this feels so different from kissing Rina. It's filled with passion , love and trust , like nobody else matters in this house and that nobody else exists but them two.
What quickly washes over the happy feeling though is guilt. Guilt because his wife is in the next room to them , his wife who he watched walk down the aisle , who he has three children with but the same wife who every time he was fucking that pussy of hers , he was imaging it was Gyro. Gyro who was begging and crying for Johnny to slow down , Gyro who was moaning and shaking beneath him because he's already orgasmed too many times to count. Gyro who Johnny wishes kissed him off before bed , who held him to sleep and the same man he woke up with in the morning.
Johnny had pulled away for a second , letting those thoughts swirl through his mind and create a storm of emotions. He shouldn't be doing this , this isn't faithful , this isn't loyal , this isn't what Rina deserves but Johnny would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every second that Gyro's lips were on his.
"We have to move to the floor , the bed will be too loud." Those are the only words Johnny can get out when he can finally speak. It's because deep down , Johnny knows that even if the wife he's been married for years now is in the next room to them , Gyro's the only one who he'll think about when he's kissing her , touching her , holding her and most definitely fucking her.
Gyro groans as he gets off the bed , grabbing a blanket and tossing it on the floor because he doesn't really want to fuck on the hardwood floor , pillows following suit and lastly the quilt. So much for having the bed at all.
The kiss is impatient , years of tension , soft touches , lingering kisses and now hidden feelings bubble up to the surface and boil over like a pot of stew. Gyro's the first to nip at Johnny's lip , he pulls away and goes to attack his neck right away and the blondes moans in the others shoulder.
The blood rushes so fast to his cock that he almost needs to pull away and settle down for a moment because he's afraid he might faint , he doesn't though and he moans again because Gyro's kisses are on the line of impatient and loving.
"I've missed you so bad Johnny." He whispers between pants , tongue peaking out to pull and suck out a hickey. Johnny moans , back arching up and his knees feel like jello again.
Gyro's on his back , their legs intertwined and his hands exploring the others body underneath Johnny's sleep shirt. One of the blondes hands are planted on his shoulder and the other on the blankets behind Gyro.
There's a slight whimper when he hears those words tumble from the Italians lips because he feels the exact same way. His knees bump with Gyro's and he groans , Johnny can't help but moan at the sensation , he's already hard and so is Johnny.
"Oh Gyro—"He mewls out quietly. He can't help but not care , he would drop the everything to have Gyro like this forever. Have this moment frozen in time so he could enjoy it for all of eternity.
Gyro licks a stripe up from the base of Johnny's neck to underneath his ear , teeth gently sinking into the lobe before he pulls away.
"You'll let me have you?" Gyro asks. He doesn't have to ask again— Gyro can have any part of him , his body , his brain , his heart— it's all for him.
Johnny shivers and moans , pulling away from the others shoulder and nodding quickly. Gyro cracks a half smile before he kisses the blonde again , flipping them over so Johnny is on his back now and laying beneath him.
Johnny lets his tongue slip past his lips and Gyro's , twirling around the muscle of his friends as he groans into his mouth. The blondes hands try to get a feel of everything , feel Gyro's shoulders and back flex underneath him , feel the veins in his arms pop out before those beautiful , soft locs tangle in his fingers.
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Gyro can't believe he has Johnny in his hands again , moaning and whimpering out his name , he's hard for Gyro— because of Gyro , he's laying on the floor because he wants to get fucked by Gyro.
He pulls away from Johnny's lips , letting his full lips cascade down his body and explore it like it was their first time again. He's missed this body , the way it flush beneath his finger tips , the way his cock would leak out of desperation , the way Johnny would suck him in and wouldn't let go. Not to mention , the way it made Gyro feel so at ease , that nothing could harm him because Johnny would go to the ends of the earth for him and he'd do the same.
"Your body .. is perfect." Gyro admits between kisses , listening to the way Johnny whimpers underneath him. He's pushed his shirt up to his collar bone , kisses trailing down his body and making their way to the edge of his pants. Johnny's hips roll into his face as his fingers tuck underneath the waistband of his sleep pants , tugging them down farther and farther till his cock springs up and shows itself off proudly.
"You're so hard for me , did you miss me that much?" Gyro cant help but tease , a small smile on his face as he leans back up and kisses at Johnny's jaw. He wants to listen to all the noises that escape those lips.
"Tell me everything you've thought of while I was gone— did you ever imagine I was in your wife's position?" He asks , a hand wrapping tight around Johnny's cock. He holds back a moan with a shaky , low grunt and nods.
"Yes— dammit , every time. Whenever she'd suck me off— I imagined it was you doing it , pretended you were sucking me off or— fuck , playing with my cock or I was fucking you." Johnny chokes out , whimpers and grunts cutting up his words. Gyro's hand didn't let go on his cock , his pumps slow and steady as he listened.
It filled his heart because even if Johnny was in married , he'd still have all those intimate moments and pretend it was Gyro who was in his wife's position.
His thumb brushed the tip of Johnny's cock , collecting the pre that built up as he toyed with it a bit , feeling the stickiness of it. Johnny's moans , chest arching out as a hand digs into the middle of his back.
"Tell me I'm yours , I want to hear it." Gyro whimpers against his skin , hand speeding up on Johnny's cock a bit. He hisses and moans , nails digging into his tanned back as he arches again.
"Yer mine— all mine hear me? You belong to me , every part of you— your heart , mind , this body." Johnny whispers out and it makes Gyro whimper again , his own cock heavy and throbbing against his sleep shorts. He was so happy that him wearing practically nothing helped Johnny some , he could see the way his eyes scanned over his body earlier.
Gyro's hand tightens around Johnny's cock , speeding up his pace as he presses his body flush against the blondes. The other moans and arches his chest out , his legs gently shivering. Gyro isn't sure the last time Johnny fucked anybody but he's happy he's making the blonde feel so good , his legs are shaking and he's clinging to Gyro like he's his lifeline.
"Fuck— yes , more dammit.." Johnny growls out in a hushed tone , eyes squeezed shut as his hips jerk. Gyro's also happy Johnny can walk again because now he can't hide how much pleasure he's feeling , his toes curling and aching , thighs quivering and his hips rutting up into Gyro's hand.
The Italian's thumb runs over the blondes tip , watching the way Johnny's mouth drops open but nothing comes out. Gyro taps his thumb against the others tip again , feeling the pre that connects the tip and his finger together. He loves the look on Johnny's face , brows are pinched together in pleasure , mouth dropped open in silent moans , his eyes are squeezed shut because he's sure if Johnny opens them , he'll cry.
"M' close Gyro— so close." He hushes out , quiet enough for just the two of them to hear it. The words start a fire in Gyro's belly , it makes that familiar buzz run down his legs and to his toes , which he curls.
"Go ahead— be my good boy and cum for me Johnny , you can." He hushes out , soaking Johnny in a thick layer of praise. The blonde shakes for a second , turning to bury his body into Gyro. Face in his neck , arms clutched around his shoulders and nails digging into his back.
Gyro removes his hand for a second , there's a whine from Johnny but he ignores it , spitting on his hand harsh enough it echoes throughout the empty guest room. He secures his hand around the others cock again , his pumps a bit faster then last time , wrist slightly turning enough to make an ache in his wrist form after awhile.
Johnny's mouth is dropped open against Gyro's neck , no moans coming out but his hips jerk and his nails threaten to force blood to come out.
"Gyro— Oh , Gyro—" Johnny chokes out finally , repeating his name like a broken record.
Johnny repeating his name makes his heart skip a beat and his chest fill with something he can't quite explain. He doesn't stop though , his hand sometimes tightening around the cock or loosening up , wrist periodically flicking.
Soon enough , moans are caught in the blondes throat again and his hips are jerking before they freeze up and he's cumming across his chest and Gyro's hand. Gyro doesn't stop his hand , slows it down but he doesn't stop because eventually Johnny's whimpering and begging for him to slow down.
"Gyro— S' too much , slow down." Johnny whines out and with one final , slow and deep pump he lets go.
Cum paints the Italian fingers and he does the only thing that's reasonable , bringing his fingers up to his lips and sucking the cum off. Johnny's face is painted with slight shock as he watches but Gyro doesn't detect any disgust from the other so he continues.
They're staring back at eachother , not saying anything until Gyro's cleaned his fingers completely.
There's a smirk growing on the Italians face because Johnny's face is beat red and he hasn't said anything.
"You taste good." Gyro admits , tongue rolling over a finger before he pulls it out of his mouth with a pop. There's still not even a peep from the other and it makes Gyro giggle a bit because he still hasn't changed.
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Gyro presses another heated kiss to Johnny's lips , there's a lingering taste of cum on his tongue but he discards that information quickly because Gyro's crawling ontop of his lap and he can feel his dick press against his own.
Johnny's hands find themselves at Gyro's hips , squeezing the fatty flesh that has grown over time. He must've been eating good in Naples to put on a few extra pounds , not that Johnny really cared— just more of his friend to love.
He can feel Gyro's hands slide down the length of his body before the tug at his own shorts , pulling them down and kicking them off half heartily as they continue to kiss , Johnny giggles between a few kisses because it's a bit funny to watch Gyro try to remove his clothes as his mind is flooded with lust.
They get them off successfully all while soft , gentle giggles are swapped for quiet , deep moans because Gyro's sliding his cock against Johnny's. He's still so sensitive from cumming that he's not sure if he can do it again so quickly but feeling Gyro's cock throb against his has him rethinking it.
"I need ya." Johnny confesses through a whine , against Gyro's lips.
His friend gently moans against him with another buck of his hips before he groans , kissing Johnny passionately again , his tongue making an appearance.
Gyro pulls his cock away from Johnny's , not pulling his lips away just yet though. He brings his cock down near others ass and lets it rub against his cheeks. Johnny's hips roll against the others dick , feet soon trailing up the length of Gyro's body before they rest on his shoulders.
Gyro pushes closer and folds Johnny in half , even though they're both older now and Johnny's not all that flexible now , he doesn't complain about the pain. Johnny feels his friend rut his cock against his ass and he wants it now— he needs it now.
The American pulls away and pants , Gyro's lips connect to his neck and press more soft kisses to his bruises.
"Fuck me , I can't wait any longer." Johnny gasps out , feeling the other suck another harsh hickey right between his jaw and neck.
He can feel the smile against his neck as Gyro presses a kiss to the sensitive skin , the others cock leaks against Johnny's ass and for a second , he wishes Gyro would just push it in already.
"Say it again. Tell me how bad you want it." The other whispers. Johnny groans and his eyes flutter but he listens to Gyro because he has spent years yearning for other and finally , he can give Johnny what he's been begging for.
"Please Gyro— I need ya , I can't wait any longer— I just , please." Johnny whines out and Gyro presses a wet , open mouthed kiss on his neck again.
"I got you , don't have to wait any longer mio angelo" Gyro whispers and it makes Johnny's skin burn with love.
Gyro pushes his cock down between Johnny's ass cheeks , using one hand to spread him open and the other to grab his dick and rub the tip against his hole. The American shivers at the feeling because it's not like Gyro has shrunk since his twenties so it'll still be as hard to take down.
"I really missed this part of you too.." Gyro admits with a little giggle against the others skin. Johnny cracks a small smile before he shakes his head , rolling his hips against the others cock.
"Mon' Gyro , I want it so bad." Johnny begs again. There's a shaky breath that leaves Gyro's lips and the American smiles because soft pleading and begging eyes gets Gyro to do whatever Johnny wants.
The Italian pulls away , sitting up on his heels as he looks down to his cock , the tip brushing against the others hole.
Johnny can remember just how fat it was , god , it was like he had this piece of him that had been missing forever and he finally figured out what it was.
One of Johnny's hands slide up Gyro's chest , brushing past the fur their until it comes up to his neck and his nape. He grabs it and pulls the others head down , forcing Gyro to lean forward again.
"I want ya so bad Gyro .. please , I need ya." Johnny blabbles on , feeling how the tip of his cock teases his ass.
Gyro moans gently , pulling Johnny's ass open again before he spits. It rolls down his balls and his taint before it slides against his hole , Gyro's thumb peaks out and rubs it in and it makes Johnny moan and buck his hips.
"Pretty down here , you know?" Gyro teases with a light smile but it just makes Johnny's head tip back. He's so horny so even his friends little teasing makes him shiver.
Gyro repeats the action but uses his cock to rub the spit in before he starts to slip inside and Johnny has to hold back a loud , guttural moan. He's shaking beneath Gyro , his toes start to curl again and they ache so badly but he doesn't care because he feels like he might cum again just from Gyro slipping inside.
"Too tight— too tight , have to loosen up." Gyro announces and he has to take a second to breath.
A minute passes before Johnny mumbles out that he's ready so Gyro starts to slip in and Johnny starts to shake again but he's looser this time.
The American blinks because for a second he swears that his vision blurs and he can't see anything. What knocks him back into perfect vision is Gyro's hips flush against his own , slightly rolling them.
Johnny's ass squeezes around the cock that feels like if the other thrusts , it'll come up and out his throat.
"So— Gyro yer so deep." He mumbles out , his hand squeezing his nape as they both moan.
His friend must take that as a green light because he's start to thrust and Johnny lets out a girlish moan.
He now holds onto Gyro's nape for support now , other hand resting on the blankets to balance himself.
Gyro felt so deep inside Johnny , it felt like it was melting his brain and slipping from his ears. Johnny's head falls back down , his eyes rolling into his skull as nothing comes out of his throat.
Gyro's fingers burned into his hips , his grip was so nasty that it would definitely leave bright marks tomorrow but Johnny was so fucked out he couldn't really care.
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Johnny's ass is so hot and tight around Gyro's cock , he's afraid he'll cum too soon. He wants to , he was bury his dick so deep in Johnny that when he does cum , the other will feel like he'll cough it up. That might be a little twisted but it's the truth.
Johnny starts to drool , his brows are pinched together and his eyes are rolled back. It's such an erotic scene and Gyro's taking metal pictures for later.
"Tell me how good it feels." Gyro hushes out and an even more erotic moan leaves the blondes lips , head falling back and limp.
Johnny babbles out , pleasure overriding his brain and his mouth too.
"Right there— Gyro please! Yer so deep— fuckk , I'm so close." He rambles on , head dropping before he would raise it back up to watch Gyro fuck him.
He can feel Johnny squeeze around him and for a second , he swears he'll give out.
"Johnny— wait." Gyro pants out , leaning forward so the male can lay flat against the blankets.
The American whines at the loss of thrusts but he complies anyways , leaning back and laying flat with his arms out.
Gyro gets in a more comfortable position , his arms wrap themselves around Johnny’s torso , he presses the blondes legs to his chest and Johnny’s hands find security on his own back.
They lay there for a second , catching their breathes and reeling themselves back from the pool of pleasure they almost lost themselves in.
“Are you ready?” Gyro asks , panting against the soft , freckled skin of Johnny’s shoulder. The other nods and swallows , hands dipping between Gyro’s shoulder blades.
The pace Gyro sets isn’t nice , it’s not slow and deep like he planned it out to be— it’s rough and fast and desperate because Gyro wants to claim Johnny. The American creates fat lines across his back and he moans into his shoulder , bouncing with each thrust.
There’s whines and gasps coming from Johnny , his nails digging in hard enough to pull blood.
Johnny’s clawing at his back only reminds Gyro how jealous he was of Rina , how possessive of the blonde he is.
“You’re mine— all mine , hear me?” Gyro whispers against Johnny’s ear and the other has to groan into his shoulder so he doesn’t rip out a scream.
Johnny nods and Gyro smiles , teeth bearing into the pale skin and biting it.
“After this— I’m going to take you home and spoil you , how does that sound? Make up for all the years I was gone.” Gyro adds and it sounds like a dream , it really does.
Johnny laying in his bed as he presses sweet , loving kisses across the blondes face and reminds him of how much he missed him but the reality of this would probably be far less pretty.
Johnny moans and grabs Gyro’s hair , yanking it back so he can look down at the blonde as he pounds into him. He almost goes cross eyed from the feeling , such strong eye contact as he just ruins Johnny’s ass is too much.
“Spoil me now— I can’t wait any longer.” Johnny says , the end of his sentence slipping into a whine and Gyro shivers.
It’s full body and it makes him throb and leak and groan and want to pound Johnny into the floor until there’s an outline of their bodies.
Which is what he does because it’s the only reasonable thing! Gyro’s hips burn from keeping the position for so long and from the incessant smacking of skin against skin. He ignores it because Johnny’s muttering something underneath his breath , something Gyro can’t make out from his moves.
“Speak to me Johnny.” Gyro pants out and there’s a soft whine , nothing follows suit for a minute but then Johnny speaks.
“Fill me up Gyro— I want it” Johnny whines but then he corrects himself.
“I need it , please.” He whines and Gyro’s head spins.
Everything is so hot and arousing and he can’t focus straight , his hips slow down until it’s a gentle; plat , plat against skin.
“You want that really? You want me fuck you full of my cum?” He asked. The words that tumbled from his lips were so dirty it almost made him feel a bit filthy himself but watching the way Johnny’s face lit up made him forget about it.
Gyro slips his arms from underneath Johnny , placing his hands on the back of his knees and with a roll of his hips , Johnny’s coming undone. He’s shaking and clawing at the floor like an animal , chest arching out.
“Right there?” Gyro asks , hips pulling back before they snap forward harshly , causing a burn against skin. Johnny whimpers and it only eggs the Italian on.
He’ll show Johnny how much he missed him , every part of his body.
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Johnny’s not sure how Gyro has so much stamina but he’s not going to ask because the fat cock that’s bruising his prostate is clouding any start of a thought. His legs burn from the angle but he could care less , Gyro could flip and stretch and twist his body in anyway just to feel his skin against his own.
“You want me to cum right here?” Gyro asks , inching closer and closer and Johnny nods , words not being able to be formed on his tongue.
Gyro’s hand drops from his leg and smoothes up his torso , stopping right where both him and Johnny believe Gyro’s cock meets at.
“Deep in here? Deep in your pussy?” Gyro asks and Johnny’s cumming again. Nothing comes out but it feels like he’s just had the wind knocked out of him , he squeezes and almost chokes Gyro’s cock and it knocks him out of his own mind.
Gyro leans over , his head rests in Johnny’s chest and before the blonde can even really catch on what he’s doing. Gyro’s cumming too.
His hips are jerking and he’s whimpering and moaning , nails clawing up the length of Johnny’s torso. He yanks Gyro’s head up and presses their lips together , all those memories of that sexy face and expression of pure bliss on his face flicker back like a projector in his head.
What feels like an eternity finally passes before Gyro lets up , pressing his forehead against Johnny’s. It’s sweaty— everything is sweaty , every square inch of them is covered in a layer of sweat.
Johnny doesn’t care though because Gyro’s here , after all these years he can hold him and feel his soft , large hands touch his body. He’ll be able to feel his plump , warm lips against his skin and that perfect , husky , smooth voice in his ears.
He wraps his arms around Gyro’s neck and pulls him close , feeling his warm and sweaty body press against his own. They’re both exhausted and reeling from fat orgasms.
“I love you .. Julius.” Johnny whispers out and it earns a weak giggle from the other , shaking his head and burying into the crook of his neck.
Gyro presses a few kisses against his neck and Johnny giggles too. He feels like he’s ontop of the world.
His world however comes crashing down with the sound of the guest bedroom door opening.