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He paced up and down the room, chewing a nail. Could he do this? Fuck! How was he really going to do this? What was he thinking!? This was crazy! He wasn’t going to do this, was he? Maybe he could call. Cancel. Tell them it was a mistake. A stupid impulse. What would his shrink say? He hated to disappoint her, but she would understand. Wouldn't she?
Fuck!
Daniel sat down on the couch and looked around. He grimaced and ran his hand through his hair.
Damnit! I’m sweating now. I’ll need another shower.
If I’m going through with this.
The room was large and plush, the hotel upmarket. This night was costing him almost two grand.
And you’re going to wimp out how?
Daniel rubbed his palms together anxiously. He stood again and paced. Why had he done this? His shrink said he was ready; said he needed a safe space to explore. But what was safe about this? Meeting a stranger in a hotel room!
Not a stranger. A professional sex worker. That’s what she had said. She told him this guy was trained and specialised in people like Daniel.
You mean fucked up people?
That had earned him a pointed look and a reminder that he wasn’t fucked up. She always reassured him that his fears were perfectly normal for someone with his history.
Yeah, right!
God, he was going to do this. Daniel looked at his watch. He needed to calm down. This guy was trained. He wouldn't make Daniel do anything he didn’t want to. He was high-end, not some hooker off the streets. Recommended by a professional therapist. They had discussed it for over a year, and Daniel agreed he was ready. Or at least, if he wasn't now, he would never be. It would be fine. Hell, maybe it would be great! A turning point in his life. He needed this! He deserved this!
Sitting on the bed, Daniel ran his hand over the expensive sheets. The hotel’s logo was embossed into the material, its threat count high. Daniel imagined where the evening could lead - a normal life, normal relationships. Maybe he would go on a date, meet someone in a bar, have a normal conversation, let them kiss him. Take them home…
Daniel blew out a breath of air. He just needed to get through this night. Closing his eyes, Daniel breathed in through his nose, letting it expand his rib cage. He held it in before blowing it out through his mouth, his chest deflating. He did it again, just as Mr Miyagi had taught him.
Thank god Mr Miyagi didn’t know where he was. Work trip, he had told the old man. No way he could tell a seventy-six-year-old man that his friend was hiring a hooker in the hope it would fix the sexual wasteland of his life.
No! I can’t think about Mr Miyagi right now!
Daniel breathed in again and held it. This would be fine. He would be fine. Daniel breathed out.
There was a soft knock on the door. Daniel lept to his feet. They were here! Early? Daniel looked at his watch. No, right on schedule. Daniel had lost track of the time. It was OK. He was fine. This would be fine.
Taking another long breath, Daniel moved towards the door and pulled it open.
Daniel saw the other man, and something crashed in his chest. He stepped back wordlessly, letting him past, but he couldn't speak. His lips parted, but nothing came out. The man was in the room. Tall. Blonde. Fuck! That blonde hair! Daniel felt like he was having a panic attack. His chest tightened, and he couldn't breathe. The man closed the door. Daniel was trapped in a room with him!
‘LaRusso?’
Daniel tried to gulp in air, but nothing happened, his chest tightening. He was going to die! He couldn’t breathe!
‘Hey, hey. LaRusso. Breathe, OK.’
He didn't even realise he had sat heavily on the couch until someone was crouched in front of him, grasping his hands and telling him to breathe. Daniel squeezed those hands and closed his eyes, breathing through his nose and finally into his lungs. He let it out.
‘Again,’ the person said. ‘Slowly.’
Daniel did it again. Taking air in and out. His heart rate slowed, and his mind started to clear. Daniel took one more breath in and out and opened his eyes.
It was him!
Johnny Lawrence was crouched in front of him. He was holding Daniel's hands, telling him to breathe. Daniel pulled away, retreating.
‘Johnny?’ Daniel gasped. ‘You said your name was John…’
A corner of Johnny’s mouth turned up. ‘My name is John.’
‘No, no, no!’ Daniel jumped to his feet. ‘Not you!’ he stopped. Johnny was still crouched on the carpet, looking up at him. ‘Why are you here?’ Daniel said desperately. ‘Why did you come here?!’ He demanded.
Johnny stood. His movements were slow and deliberate, but Daniel moved anyway; his fists went up, ready to defend himself. He saw Johnny’s eyes glance down at Daniel’s arms positioned in a guard and stepped back.
‘Why are you here?’ Daniel said louder.
‘You called me,’ Johnny answered.
Daniel gritted his teeth. ‘I didn’t! I called…I thought I was calling…’ Daniel sat heavily on the bed. ‘Fuck,’ he growled.
Johnny moved again, and Daniel instinctively raised his hands, preparing for an attack.
‘I’m going to sit down,’ Johnny said, one hand up placatingly.
Daniel didn’t respond and Johnny sat on the couch, watching him. Cautious. As if Daniel was the threat!
Swallowing slowly and taking another long breath, Daniel spoke, his voice as calm as he could manage. ‘I thought I was meeting someone who could help me,’ he said. His voice wavered, but he hoped Johnny didn't notice. Daniel cleared his throat. ‘I thought I was hiring a professional…’ What would he even call it? ‘Someone who knew how to…’ Daniel shook his head. ‘But…you! You show up instead!’
‘LaRusso…’
‘Don't call me LaRusso! My name’s Daniel,’ Daniel growled.
‘Daniel…’
Johnny’s hands were back up. Trying to soothe him! Daniel scowled.
‘Look,’ Johnny said. ‘I get it. This is hard, and I’m not who you expected. The last person you wanted to walk through that door.’
Not the last person. Daniel shuddered. But close.
‘So if you want to cancel, that’s fine,’ Johnny said. ‘I get it. This is hard, and my presence wasn’t what you expected, and I'm sorry about that. I’m sorry if this set you back; it wasn’t my intention. If I had known who you were, I would have told you who I was.’ He paused. ‘I can go.’
Daniel glared at the far wall, not looking at Johnny. Damnit, why did the bastard have to sound so goddamn reasonable? Calm! He didn't answer.
‘I'm going to leave.’ Johnny was half-up out of his seat when Daniel realised what was happening.
‘I already paid you,’ he snapped. ‘I sent you a thousand dollars.’ Daniel shook his head. ‘No! You don't get to walk out with my money. Sit down!’
Johnny sat, his eyes watching him. There was an awkward silence as Daniel stared at him. Johnny fucking Lawrence. His fists were clenched. Johnny’s eyes were looking at Daniel’s fists.
‘Someone knows where I am, you know,’ Johnny said carefully. ‘I tell them where I am and that I'm meeting a client.’
Daniel was confused. ‘Why…?’
‘I’ve got a panic alarm. This is a nice hotel. It’s loud. Someone will hear it. And I still know how to fight. Karate. Jiu Jitsu now as well.’
Daniel stared at him. ‘Why are you telling me…?’ He trailed off. ‘You think I’m going to hurt you?!’
Johnny looked at him. ‘Are you going to hurt me?’ he asked.
‘I’m not…’ Daniel spluttered, trying to find the right thing to say. ‘How dare you…’’ He couldn't find the words. ‘You tell me that you have a fucking panic alarm like I’m some…thug! You think I invited you here to attack you?’
Johnny shrugged a shoulder. ‘I meet strangers in hotel rooms. I have to stay safe.’
‘Well, I’m not going to fucking do anything to you, OK!’
There was a silence. Daniel refused to consider it awkward. He turned his face away, looking out the window. There was a large balcony. Why did I book a room with a balcony? Daniel thought. How much did that add to the bill? He turned his face back towards the room. Johnny was watching him.
‘So.’ Daniel waved his hand towards Johnny. ‘How did you get into this?’
‘This?’ Johnny said. ‘As in…’
‘As in meeting strangers for sex,’ Daniel sneered. Was he trying to get a rise out of Johnny? He didn’t think so.
Johnny paused, his face composed. So damn composed. Daniel felt angry and ashamed at the same time. And angry for feeling ashamed. Damn, Johnny Lawrence!
‘How did I get into this?’ Johnny said. ‘I kind of fell into it, the sex work. And then I kept doing it, and I got good at it, so now I help people who have special needs.’
‘You got good at it?’ Daniel said with a huff of amusement. ‘And how does one get good at fucking strangers for money?’ A nasty chuckle came out.
There it was again. Shame. Daniel knew he was being an asshole. But it was Johnny Lawrence!
If Johnny was affected he didn't show it. ‘You listen to them. Everyone has different reasons for being with me. Some do just want sex, but now I focus on people who need something different.’
‘What, like whips and chains? That kind of different?’
Johnny smiled, taking Daniel by surprise. Christ, did anything bother this guy? Johnny let out a chuckle.
‘I mean…if that’s what they need, then yeah.’ Johnny shrugged. ‘But mostly people who have problems with sex, you know. Sometimes, they have physical problems. Sometimes emotional. Trauma. Therapists and counsellors refer me; give out my name if they think I can help.’
‘And you fix them.’ Daniel smiled, using air quotes. ‘For a fee.’
Johnny cocked one shoulder. ‘Or pro bono.’
‘You do pro bono work!’ Daniel complained. ‘You charged me a thousand dollars!’
'It’s a sliding scale.’ Johnny looked around the opulent hotel room, ran a hand over the suede couch. ‘You need pro-bono rates?’ He said, one eyebrow raised
‘OK, fine,’ Daniel huffed, folding his arms.
‘Lots of people can’t afford my rates; it doesn’t mean they don’t deserve help. It’s not like I need the money, so if I can do pro bono, I will.’
Daniel snorted. ‘Oh, so your rich Daddy still paying the bills, is he? Figures.’ To Daniel’s satisfaction, Johnny’s expression changed, and Daniel saw annoyance flash across his eyes. It was soon goon.
‘No.’ Johnny’s voice was neutral, but he dragged the word out. ‘Because I make enough money doing this to work pro bono.’ Johnny placed his hands on his knees. ‘Look, man. I'm going to go. This isn’t good for you.’ He stood. ‘I’m sorry that it was me. I understand this isn't right for you. We have history, so… You know I can’t give refunds, I can’t work like that, but I can call around my network, see if there’s someone else who might be able to help you.’
Daniel just stared at him, his mouth motionless.
Johnny took one more look at him. ‘See ya around, Daniel.’
‘No!’ Johnny was not walking out of here with his money. ‘Take your clothes off,’ Daniel demanded.
Johnny shook his head. ‘No.’
‘Take them off!’
‘No, Daniel. No, like this.’
Daniel stood up. Anger flushed through him, and he stepped forward, his hands back in fists, his chin jutting forward. Looking for a fight.
‘You’re a hooker, and I paid you. Now take your fucking clothes off!’
His hands were on Johnny’s t-shirt, and he pulled. The material ripped loudly in his hands. Johnny gripped his wrists and pried his hands away. Johnny’s chest was in front of Danie’s face, the fabric of his clothing ripped and his skin showing. He saw his wrists, Johnny’s knuckles white holding him back. Daniel turned his face up and looked at Johnny. Johnny looked apprehensive. Not scared but unsure of what Daniel would do next. Waiting to defend himself. From Daniel. Waiting to see if he needed to use that panic alarm.
‘Damnit.’ Daniel stepped away. ‘I’m sorry.’ He backed up, making space between himself and Johnny. ‘I’m sorry. I’m not…’ Daniel ground his teeth and grimaced. ‘I’m not that guy. I'm not going to hurt you. I’m sorry.’
He sat heavily on the bed and put his head in his hands. He could feel Johnny watching him. Probably waiting for him to lose it again.
‘I’m going to leave now,’ Johnny said. His hand was on the door handle.
‘I was raped.’
The words came out before he could stop them. A hand lifted towards his mouth. It was instinct. As if he could push the words back in. Johnny had stopped. The door was still closed. Johnny hadn’t left. He had heard it. Daniel carried on.
‘I was eighteen. A man; I thought he liked me. I thought we could be a…thing, and one day, he started kissing me, and I chickened out. He wouldn’t stop. He raped me, and it hurt so much, and he didn’t care. And now I can’t…I can’t be with anyone. It’s been sixteen years. Sixteen! And I haven't been with anyone else. I can’t…the thought of someone else touching me makes me…’
Johnny had turned and was looking at him. Daniel felt tears forming, but he couldn’t stop talking. This was why he never told anyone except his therapist. Because when he started, he knew it would all come out.
‘I’m thirty-four, and I’ve never had sex, apart from…’
‘That wasn’t sex,’ Johnny said firmly.
Daniel laughed bitterly, tears on the edge of falling. ‘I don’t know. How the hell would I know what sex is, man? The only person I have ever been with did that to me. And I’m so fucking lonely! I wanna go on dates, and meet people, and kiss someone. I want someone to touch me without it making my skin crawl.’
‘I’m sorry that happened to you,’ Johnny said, still standing at the door.
‘Thanks,’ Daniel said, tears on his face. He wiped at his cheek with a shirt sleeve and sniffed. ‘It’s OK. No one can help me. I thought this could help, but this is pointless.’ He shook his head. ‘I'm just sexually dead.’
‘No!’ Johnny was kneeling, eyes level with him. ‘It doesn't work like that, Daniel. You’re not dead. You’re thirty-four, and you have years ahead of you.’ He had Daniel’s hands in his and was looking Daniel in the eye. ‘You don’t know how many people I have heard say that to me, that no one can help them. It’s never pointless to try, and that’s what you’re doing. You called me, you booked this room. You’re still trying.’
Daniel didn't speak. He didn’t believe him.
‘What do you want, Daniel? How did you want to spend this evening when you called me and booked this room?’
The thought made Daniel blush. He knew what he wanted but couldn't say it. Not to Johnny Lawrence. Not to anyone. He looked away. ‘I can't say.’
Johnny got in his eyeline. ‘Daniel, I have been doing this job for over twelve years. Before then, I worked in a strip club and have in my life been in three porno movies. Gay and straight. There is nothing you are going to say that I haven’t done or done to someone.’ Daniel cocked an eyebrow at him. ‘Seriously.’ He smiled.
Daniel smiled back, his eyes still teary, thinking. ‘What if I said I wanted to put you in a bath of mac and cheese?’
Johnny huffed out a laugh. ‘OK, so I’ve never done that.’ Johnny’s eyes were kind. ‘You’re not actually going to ask for that, are you? I’m lactose intolerant.’
Daniel laughed softly, shaking his head. ‘No.’
What did he want? Why did he book this room? What did he call Johnny?
‘I wanna…’ He paused, closing his eyes. ‘I want someone to kiss me. I want them to kiss my neck and touch my hair.’ Daniel tipped his head unconsciously, almost feeling it. ‘I want to feel someone's skin under my hands. I want to touch someone. I want to keep going and know that if I say stop, they’ll stop.
‘I’d stop,’ Johnny said, his face close. Daniel opened his eyes, and Johnny was there. Johnny Lawrence. Tanned California skin and blond hair. Not the Johnny Lawrence he remembered, the one scowling at him in his black Cobra Kai (Daniel mentally shuddered) gi. His blue eyes were soft and kind, and his hands held Daniel’s gently.
‘Will you kiss me?’ Daniel breathed. Johnny nodded.
Lips were on his, and Daniel closed his eyes. The kiss was long and slow, lips warm and soft against his. Daniel parted his lips, and Johnny took the cue, kissing him deeper. Daniel kissed back, letting some wetness into the kiss, his tongue touching Johnny’s. Their lips parted, and Johnny kissed his neck. Daniel's eyes were closed as he tilted his head. Warm lips trailed along his neck to his ear, and Daniel murmured in pleasure. He reached up and put his hands in Johnny’s hair. It was soft under his fingers, and he ran his hands through it. Johnny's hands did the same to him, letting Daniel take the lead. Fingers were in his hair and on his scalp, causing shivers of pleasure to run down his spine.
Daniel's hands wandered down to Johnny’s shoulders, and felt his skin so warm through a cotton t-shirt. He ran the palms of his hands across broad shoulders and onto Johnny’s arms. As he touched Johnny’s chest, Johnny moved away, giving space for Daniel to touch him. Johnny watched as Daniel found the ripped material at his collar.
‘Sorry about your t-shirt,’ Daniel mumbled, fingering the fabric.
‘It’s OK.’ Johnny grinned. ‘I’ll invoice you.’
‘Ha, ha,’ Daniel said with no heat.
‘I’m kidding.’ Johnny looked him in the eye. ‘How are you?’
‘Good.’ He licked his lips. ‘I wanna see you. Will you…’ Daniel hesitated, embarrassed, remembering his earlier outburst. ‘Will you take your t-shirt off? Please.’
Johnny nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Daniel sucked in a small breath. Johnny’s skin was smooth and golden, his chest broad and shoulders wide. His stomach was hard and toned, his waist slim. Daniel breathed in and out, just looking at it, imagining where he would put his hands. Daniel wanted to touch every part of him.
‘Can I…’ Daniel swallowed. ‘I mean… will you come up here, onto the bed with me.’
Johnny climbed up onto the bed, sitting next to Daniel. Daniel leaned in, and they kissed harder this time. His hand held Johnny’s arms, pulling him towards him, and Johnny let him. He pulled Johnny closer, wanting to feel Johnny’s chest against his own. This time, Daniel moved to Johnny’s neck, kissing it. He put his tongue on skin, wanting to taste it. Johnny’s hands were on his back, his palms spread across the material of Daniel’s shirt. Daniel wanted to feel Johnny’s hands on him.
‘I want to take my clothes off,’ Daniel said. ‘Will you help me?’
Without a word, Johnny began to unbutton Daniel’s shirt. Daniel watched his hands move across each button. Every moment meant a step further for Daniel, and he waited for his fear to kick in, for him to have to tell Johnny to stop. He didn’t. He wanted more.
Johnny pulled Daniel’s shirt from his shoulders. Daniel took the hem of his undershirt and pulled it over his head. Daniel looked down at his bare chest and then at Johnny’s. This was the closest he had come to a man in his life. He checked in with himself, just as his therapist taught him. He wasn’t afraid. Daniel kissed Johnny again. As the kiss deepened, Daniel touched every inch of Johnny’s skin he could access. It was soft and smooth with hard muscles underneath.
‘Are you OK,’ Johnny said, his voice low in Daniel’s ear.
Daniel murmured the affirmative and pulled away. ‘Lay down with me.’
They lay on the bed, facing each other, and Daniel kissed him again. They stayed like that for a while, just making out, until Daniel grew bolder. His hands slipped down and grasped Johnny’s ass through his jeans, pulling their hips together. Johnny let him take the lead. Daniel pushed himself against Johnny’s hips and gasped. He was hard.
‘Will you…’ Daniel hesitated.
Johnny ran his thumb gently over Daniel’s cheek. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he said.
‘I want you on top. I want to feel you on me,’ Daniel said.
Doing as he asked, Johnny moved, straddling Daniel’s hips. Daniel put his hands on Johnny, holding him back. He wanted to look at him. He placed his hands on Johnny’s thighs, kneading his skin through his jeans. Daniel licked his lips and let out a long breath.
‘You’re gorgeous,’ Daniel said. Johnny looked him in the eye and smiled.
‘No, you are.’ Johnny leaned forward and kissed him.
Johnny was on top of him, kissing him, his hands on Daniel’s body, kissing his neck and chest. Daniel let out a gasp of pleasure as Johnny’s palm ran over his nipple, and he arched his back into it.
‘You like that?’ Johnny muttered into his neck. Daniel nodded, and Johnny did it again.
Daniel lay back and closed his eyes. Feeling Johnny’s lips on his skin and his hands on him. The weight of the man on top of him. It was the most incredible feeling. He wanted more, wanted everything that Johnny had to give. He wasn’t afraid; had no sense that he wanted to stop. He was hard, the friction as Johnny moved against him almost unbearable. He wanted more. He wanted sixteen years' worth of pleasure.
‘Please…’ he muttered.
‘What do you want?’ Johnny said, his face close, their lips almost touching.
Daniel moaned and pushed up into Johnny. ‘Please…I’m so hard…’ He thrust again, trying to get relief.
‘Hey, hey.’ Daniel opened his eyes. ‘Tell me what you want, Daniel?’ Johnny said with another kiss.
‘Please touch me.’ Daniel’s voice was almost a whimper. ‘Please.’
Daniel’s hands moved, wrestling with the button of his slacks, trying to get himself free. He fumbled and let out a soft groan of frustration,
‘Daniel, stop.’ Johnny took his hand, and Daniel’s movements stopped. ‘Let me.’ Johnny kissed his hand. Johnny reached down and unfastened the buttons. Daniel looked down and saw the bulge in Johnny’s jeans.
‘You’re hard,’ he said, his eyes wide.
Johnny brought his eyes back up to Daniel’s and stopped. ‘Is that OK?’
‘Yeah,’ Daniel breathed. ‘It’s good.’ His heart hammered in his chest. ‘Can you… can you show me?’
Johnny grinned, reaching for his fly and opened his jeans.
‘You can take them off,’ Daniel said.
His jeans pushed down his legs, Johnny was wearing black boxers, tight in all the right places. He kicked his jeans off his feet.
‘Now you,’ Johnny said. He helped Daniel out of his slacks, Daniel lifting his hips to let him. They were both down to their boxers when Johnny kissed Daniel again, and this time, it was Johnny who let out a moan of pleasure as he rubbed against Daniel’s leg. Daniel could feel it hard against his thigh, his own against Johnny’s stomach. The friction was unbearable, and Daniel was sure he would cum. But not like this. He wanted Johnny to touch it.
Daniel ran his hands along the top of Johnny’s boxers. He wanted them off. Grasping material, Daniel pulled, desperate to get them off. Johnny helped, pulling them down his legs. Johnny was on top of Daniel, holding himself up, his arms on either side of Daniel’s head. Daniel looked down. Johnny’s cock was hard and pointing towards him. Daniel reached down and put his hand on it. He wrapped his fingers around it. It felt hard and soft all at the same time. Daniel moved his hand, twisting at the head in the way that he liked on himself. Johnny gasped, the sound wonderful to Daniel’s ears. Daniel did it again, and this time, Johnny groaned. Daniel’s own hardness strained in his boxers. He wanted to be free.
‘I’m going to take mine off,’ Daniel said. His hand went down to his boxers, but Johnny caught his wrist.
‘Let me.’
Daniel nodded silently. He watched as Johnny pulled his underwear down his legs, moving to the end of the bed. They were both naked, and Johnny began to move up the bed. Johnny kissed Daniel’s ankle and then his shin. Daniel watched as Johnny kissed his knee, tenderly kissing his knee, the same that Johnny’s elbow had injured years ago. As Johnny kissed Daniel’s thigh, Daniel sucked in a breath of anticipation. Was he going to…?
Johnny looked up at him, Daniel's hard cock next to his face. ‘What do you want me to do, Daniel?’ He kissed the inside of Daniel’s thigh.
Swallowing twice, unsure he could even speak, Daniel tried to find the words. He swallowed again, his mouth dry. Finally, he spoke. ‘If you want to, you can…’
Johnny smiled. ’It’s not about what I want.’
Daniel threw his head back on the pillow and groaned. This was hard. He had never really thought about what he wanted. Johnny was here, doing everything that Daniel desired. Daniel had never thought it could feel like. Sex in his head had always felt like a battle. A battle that he had lost. This was everything that his therapist had told him it could be. There were tears in his eyes again. He screwed them shut.
‘Hey, Hey.’ Johnny was back at his face. Daniel felt a kiss on his cheek. ‘I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.’
Daniel opened his eyes. He swallowed again. ‘I want it to feel good.’
‘I can make you feel so good,’ Johnny said softly, kissing Daniel’s collarbone.
‘Will you go down…?’ He shook his head with frustration. ‘I mean…I want to feel your mouth on me.’
Johnny smiled and kissed him again. ‘I can do that.’
Daniel's breathing intensified as he watched Johnny move down, kissing his skin as he went. His breath hitched in his throat as Johnny touched him, wrapping his hand around the base of Daniel’s cock. Daniel watched with wide eyes as Johnny put his mouth on him and closed his eyes with a gasp as Johnny took his entire length in his mouth. He moaned as Johnny’s soft, wet mouth wrapped around him, feeling so good.
‘Fuck,’ Daniel muttered, his eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back on the pillow.
The feeling was deep and intense, the pleasure clawing at his stomach. Johnny’s lips were tight around his cock, the inside of his mouth so warm. Daniel gasped and moaned. Nothing had ever felt so good. He gripped the sheets, letting the pleasure sweep him away.
Johnny moved faster, and pleasure began to build in Daniel’s stomach.
‘Johnny…’ Daniel muttered before letting out another gasp. ‘Agh…fuck…’ Daniel’s body tensed, his breath hitched. Johnny pulled away and stroked him, his grip tight. Daniel came, his voice a cry that he barely recognised. His eyes were closed and he rode through the sensations, the pleasure of it making him lost for words. All he could do was moan and gasp as Johnny’s hand drew the last ounce of pleasure from him, Daniel spilling over his hand. Johnny didn’t stop until Daniel’s cock was soft and spent, and all Daniel could do was lay there as his heart rate slowed.
Finally, Daniel opened his eyes, blinking up at the ceiling, the tremors of pleasure still in his stomach. He looked at Johnny, still not moving. Johnny was staring at him, his eyes wide, looking so intense, so goddamn sexy.
Sitting slowly up onto his elbows, Daniel looked Johnny in the eye as he reached out. He wanted to see Johnny cum. Johnny let out a gasp and then a moan as Daniel began to stroke him harder. Daniel used some of his own cum to add wetness, jerking Johnny off, his hand moving with each stroke, and Johnny let him, his eyes open, looking Daniel in the eye.
Then Johnny gasped and threw his head back as he came with a groan, his cum covering Daniel’s hand. Daniel stared, watching as the hot spunk landed on Daniel’s stomach. Johnny’s head was back, his chest flushed red, his hands reaching down and gripping Daniel’s thighs, holding them, as his breathing slowly evened.
‘Jesus,’ Johnny muttered as he looked down at Daniel, his eyes dull and heavy with pleasure. His head hung forward, and then he looked Daniel in the eye and grinned. Daniel grinned back. Johnny leaned forward and kissed him.
A little while later, after both had cleaned up, the two men were in bed, Daniel lying his head on Johnny’s chest, Johnny’s arm wrapped around him.
‘Thank you,’ Daniel said, his eyes open. He stroked Johnny’s stomach. ‘That was…’ Daniel turned his head and looked Johnny in the eye. ‘Better than I could have thought.’
Johnny smiled and kissed Daniel’s head. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had fun, too.’
Daniel curled in closer. ‘Will you stay with me? For tonight, I mean?’
‘Sure.’ Johnny kissed his head again. ‘I’ll stay with you.’
Closing his eyes, Daniel drifted off, safe with arms around him. Daniel smiled as he fell asleep, knowing he could finally put the past behind him. That today would be the first day of the rest of his life.