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It had been hard for Johnny to feel the sexual pleasure he used to prior to being paraplegic. He didn’t even know if he was capable of getting an erection anymore. He couldn’t even have sex normally, and it was so much worse that he couldn’t please himself normally.
He had been chasing a certain sexual high since the injury. Even plain masturbation would be good enough, he thought about all the times he simply jacked off and yearned for more. Now he’s yearning for the chance to feel what he did back then at minimum, so pathetic. Yet there was deep shame in that, shame he felt in his bones.
But right now, seeing Gyro’s beautiful body covered in some mosquito bites, his heart began to race and he began to think with his limp dick. He’d always found Gyro attractive and kept the crush hidden, but fuck this was stirring up some thoughts in his head.
“Damn, these mosquitoes are eating my ass alive!” Gyro exhaled in frustration as he scratched a mosquito bite on his tricep. Johnny was already gawking at him since he took off his shirt, mosquito bites on his chest, abs, and even neck. Such perfect, convenient places. . .
“S—Sorry.” Johnny mumbled, hiding the growing tension that he felt.
Unfortunately for Johnny, the tension he felt was noticeable in his face, and Gyro wasn’t blind.
“Why? Not like you’re covered in em’.” Gyro chuckled.
Oh but Johnny wished he was covered in them.
“Y—Yeah. . .”
An awkward silence fell for a few seconds as Johnny shifted a bit. Fuck. He knew he was starting to look suspicious, but the growing tension, both physically and internally, felt like too much for him to handle.
“You alright?” Gyro asked, his voice less gruff this time around.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Johnny’s eyes darted up to Gyro’s, attempting to maintain his facade. If he wasn’t paralyzed, he was sure he’d have an erection right now. Even Gyro’s face alone just looked so good.
“You look tense.” Gyro pointed out, not finding Johnny suspicious but realizing something wasn’t right. His eyes scanned Johnny’s body almost by lustful habit.
Johnny felt like he went insane when he noticed the subtle look in Gyro’s eyes. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Were his hormones fucking up his judgment that much?
“Just. . .overwhelmed, that’s all.” Johnny made up an excuse, partial lie, partial truth.
Gyro stayed quiet, his eyes on Johnny for a few seconds, lingering. How good he looked, even while tense. Wishin’ Johnny was a queer.
“Alright.” Gyro didn’t press the issue, but his voice had the implication he didn’t believe Johnny. And he sure as hell didn’t.
“Shit.” Gyro grunted as the bites began to itch again, and he scratched his neck and abs. “Fuckin bugs, man.”
Johnny’s eyes briefly widened seeing Gyro scratch his bug bites on such perfect spots of his body. Neck and abs, how badly he wanted to suck on them and leave a mark.
“Shit.” Johnny let it slip out without thinking, which caused Gyro to focus his attention on him again.
“You don’t gotta hide anything.” Gyro spoke, still scratching the bites. Shit itched like hell, damn shame they didn’t have any ointment or anything. Gyro couldn’t deny how seeing Johnny act so tense was arousing, slowly creeping up in his veins.
He hesitated for a second before speaking up.
“The truth is. . .” Johnny admitted, trying to avert his gaze. “God, how the hell do I even say this?” He coughed a bit. “You know what a fetish is, right. . ?”
He bit his tongue for a second, awkwardly fidgeting. He began to sweat a bit, not like Gyro could care. Focusing on how he looked, but his ears did perk up at the mention of a fetish.
“If you know what a ‘bug bite fetish’ is, I got one. . .” He admitted, looking back up at him. “Like when someone gets bit by a mosquito, and the skin gets red a—and swells up. . .”
Johnny got embarrassed yet also aroused telling him. Just looking at the bug bites, and telling him, he could’ve sworn he was getting a hard on. When did he become so easy?
Gyro watched Johnny confess his bug bite fetish, and bit his lip a bit in arousal. So Johnny was getting all hot and bothered because of him?
“That excites me! That’s all!” Johnny got pretty defensive, not even realizing Gyro’s reaction. It took Gyro a moment to compose himself.
“So, you’re telling me I’m the reason you’re all hot and bothered right now?” Gyro tried covering his mouth, but couldn’t help and smirk.
“Shut up, you asked what was wrong.” Johnny scoffed, adjusting a bit and averting his gaze. Shit. Why even tell him? He felt the embarrassment creep up his cheeks, his face growing red. “I’m just bein’ honest.”
“It ain’t a bad thing.” Gyro couldn’t hide his smile or happy attitude at all, and stepped a bit closer to Johnny. Fuck, Johnny looked so adorable right now. And realizing this wasn’t just him averagely tense, but being sexually frustrated, was the cherry on top.
“Don’t fuck with me.” Johnny glared up at him, visibly bright red.
“Why would I even mess with you right now?” He was slightly stunned he wasn’t taking him seriously, and approached him before crouching down. “Let me guess, you wanna do something about my bug bites, huh?”
Johnny’s eyes widened for a second, the embarrassment catching up to him. Was Gyro coming onto him, or making fun of him?
“What are you trying to do?” Johnny’s voice was strained, he kept his eyes on Gyro, attempting to focus.
Perhaps Gyro saw an opportunity.
“Maybe release some of that tension you’re feeling, Johnny.” He smirked, calling his ass out. “You don’t hide it well.”
Johnny didn’t know what to feel, but it was intense. Did Gyro really suggest that? He felt like he was going stir crazy, as if his fantasies were ripped from his head.
“If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, know it might not be so fun fuckin’ a guy who can’t even get hard or move his legs.” Johnny didn’t even know why he got so bitter. He wanted this, didn’t he? So why was he so defensive now?
“Don’t tell me you’ve been letting your little injury stop you from having fun.” Gyro grinned. “You never figured out other ways of having sex? Just always plain ol’ missionary for you back then?”
“Shut up, I never said that.” He replied, trying to fight the feeling of shame and sex in his pants. He didn’t even understand how deep the shame ran. “It’s just. . .it’s hard to feel good now, alright?”
He didn’t need to spell it out for him.
“Alright, I hear you.” Gyro’s voice softened up, almost no teasing edge to it anymore. “But let’s get creative, come on.” And just like that, that certain edge in his voice was back. “Look at all these bug bites I got now, I know you like that.”
Gyro leaned closer, causing Johnny’s mind to buffer for a second and getting him flustered. Gyro being shirtless and so close, those bug bites in close proximity. Before Johnny could reply, Gyro spoke up.
“You’re hard already.” Gyro smirked, his eyes looking down.
Johnny got confused and looked down, and holy shit, he was hard. He didn’t even know he was capable of getting an erection anymore.
“I—I can’t even feel it.” Johnny grunted, frustrated. What’s the point then?
“I’ll make you feel other things.” Gyro groaned as he leaned closer, straddling Johnny instantly kissing him.
As he felt Gyro’s lips on his, his tongue inside his mouth, he let out a guttural moan. The passion and smoothness Gyro had, Johnny never realized how sensual and satisfying a kiss can feel. He absolutely melted with the feeling of his body so close to him.
Gyro’s hands roamed Johnny’s body, as Johnny didn’t even realize he was taking off his shoes and pants as he kept that kiss for so long. But he did begin to feel Gyro pulling his shirt up, with Gyro finally pulling back the kiss to look at Johnny’s body.
“Shit, y—you’re gonna strip me, aren’t you?” Johnny felt himself flush in embarrassment, but felt deep yearning as Gyro took off his clothes, wanting this to continue.
“Why not? I’m already shirtless, so might as well make it even.” Gyro chuckled as he took off Johnny’s shirt, Johnny raising his arms up to help him. When he had his field of vision back, his eyes darted back to Gyro’s bug bites across his body.
Meanwhile, Gyro felt his erection arise, and his dick was already throbbing. Seeing Johnny fully nude all flustered, that look on his face, it was doing things to him.
As Johnny was entranced with his bug bites and physique, he guided Johnny’s hand to his dick until his fingers curled around it.
“You can feel this, huh?” Gyro teased.
Johnny blushed even more at the sensation, and his eyes darted down to Gyro’s dick in his hand. Shit, he was pretty big. Bigger than him, that’s for damn sure. He bit his lip in anticipation, and froze up for a second.
Johnny then began to stroke Gyro’s dick, causing Gyro to twitch and let out a moan. Sure, Johnny’s movements were awkward and slow, but it didn’t matter since they were Johnny’s.
“Y—You can go a bit f—faster.” Gyro suggested, trying to look composed. How the hell did a handjob feel so good?
He felt himself grow even warmer at the sight and feeling of Johnny all shy, touching his dick. He didn’t want him to hold back, he could see it in his face that he was.
Meanwhile, Johnny was trying not to immediately fold. Not like he could feel it, but he didn’t want to cum so fast. But this all felt way too good, and he’s had too much built up sexual tension.
Johnny began to go faster, causing Gyro to twitch again and let out staggered breaths. Gyro kept staring at Johnny, and he noticed his gaze was fixated on his bug bites.
“Come on, go all in.” Gyro’s voice was so restrained as he leaned closer, his chest closer to Johnny’s face as he looked down at him. “T—Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Johnny was taken out of his haze. He wanted to suck on those bug bites, to be honest. They were so close to him, on such a hot guy, it felt like temptation at this point.
“T—Those bug bites. . .” Johnny admitted, starting to stroke Gyro’s dick a bit faster, getting heated at the idea.
Shit, Gyro knew what he meant. He leaned closer and guided Johnny’s head to where his mouth was on his neck. More specifically, right on the bug bite.
“G—Gyro—” Johnny moaned before he interrupted him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot like this.” Gyro practically whined, attempting to keep his composure. The sight of Johnny stroking his dick, so needy and flustered, it was beyond beautiful.
Johnny inched a bit closer as he began to tease Gyro’s tip a bit, careful movements with his hand. Meanwhile, he began to gently suck and lick on the bug bite.
“A—Aah, fuck!” Gyro winced in an odd mix of pain and pleasure. “C—Careful, damn.” His breathing got increasingly ragged as his skin felt so sensitive to Johnny’s mouth. The bug bite was irritable, and not only was it a new sensation, but a good one.
Johnny let out a small whine, sucking on Gyro’s bug bite was so fucking erotic. He wanted to leave a mark, to feel the skin on his tongue and his mouth. Even without feeling it down there, this pleasure was like no other.
Johnny was going at it, his tongue and hand relentless. All that built up sexual tension needed to be released somewhere, and this was far better than what he ached for.
“J—Johnny—” Gyro felt his vision get starry at points, he was so grateful for his stamina but damn, Johnny was close to pushing limits.
As if he didn’t feel sensitive enough, Johnny moved his free hand to a bug bite on Gyro’s chest, and slowly ran his hand across his chest, making contact with the bug bite.
Johnny pulled back to look at him, now being a flustered mess. He noticed the red-purpleish hickey he gave Gyro on the neck bug bite, and simply admired how he looked.
Gyro kept twitching and shaking, his gaze still down on Johnny. He didn’t expect a handjob and a hickey to feel so good, but goddamn.
Every touch and graze of Johnny’s hand sent jolts through Gyro’s body. He was so sensitive, and fuck, Johnny knew how to play with it right. He would groan when Johnny would purposefully tease him a bit by either going slower, or lightly touching his tip.
“Gyro—” Johnny groaned, biting his lip as Gyro interrupted.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” Gyro groaned as he ran his hand through his own hair, his breathing ragged. “I can’t last l—longer. . .”
Johnny was in a trance, Gyro’s words barely registering. This sexual pleasure felt so new, so exciting, and this was his first time experimenting with his bug bite fetish.
He then leaned forward to the bug bite on his chest, and began to gently suck on it as he made eye contact with Gyro. That look in Johnny’s eyes made Gyro’s dick pulse, and he twitched.
“A—Aah! K—Keep your eyes on me—” Gyro felt himself grow closer and closer, and Johnny’s cute face wasn’t helping. With such a cute guy sucking and jacking him off, it was hard to keep the little composure he had left.
Johnny kept his eyes on Gyro’s face, feeling his stomach pool up in arousal. Even without feeling an erection, he never felt hotter in his life. His tongue swirled circular motions around the bug bite and the skin, occasionally biting at it just to tease Gyro. The taste of Gyro was so fucking good, Johnny would le small moans slip out.
Johnny grew needier, his handjob got sloppier, and he began panting. Meanwhile, Gyro was a hot mess. Grunting, panting, sweating, shaking. And when he felt it approach, he tensed up and slightly arched his back.
“Johnny, I’m close—” Gyro muttered, briefly looking to the side before looking back down at him.
Before Gyro could say another word, he finally reached it.
“Fuck, Johnny!”
It came out whinier than he wanted it to, but feeling himself finally cum was so intoxicating. His vision briefly went starry, he couldn’t help the way his face contorted, and the release felt so sweet.
Johnny finally then pulled back, and took his hand off Gyro’s dick, now covered in his semen. Johnny was pretty flushed as well, his face still a red hue and his breathing pattern was irregular.
“You had me lookin’ like a mess.” Gyro smirked, catching his breath as his eyes darted down. Not only did he see his semen on Johnny’s hand, but Johnny’s own mess. “Huh? Looks like you came too.”
Johnny was initially confused until he looked down. There it was, his own semen on his lap and partially on Gyro’s.
“Didn’t even realize I came.” He was briefly shocked, but knew he began getting sloppier at a certain point, and realized it was probably around a few times his stomach stirred up.
He looked back up at Gyro, who had a cocky smirk as if he wasn’t a whining idiot a full few minutes ago.
“Did you feel good?” Gyro knew the answer, and he enjoyed seeing how needy Johnny got.
Admittedly, the air was a bit awkward now.
“Shut up.” Johnny replied with no real bite to it.
“Didn’t know my bug bites got you so excited.” He teased.
“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” Johnny got a bit defensive, but couldn’t hide a slight smile. “And I didn’t know you could be that whiny.”
Gyro blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and enjoyment.
“Yeah well my bug bites got you in the mood to begin with.”
Johnny rolled his eyes before Gyro spoke up again.
“Maybe I should get some more in the future.”
“Don’t joke about that.” Johnny’s face flushed a bit red again.
“After this, you think I’m kidding?” Gyro almost wanted to laugh at Johnny’s doubt, and motioned his hand to their bodies and the mess they made. “Look at us and tell me I’m fuckin around.”
Johnny just chuckled as Gyro spoke again,
“And keep lookin’ at me like that, and I might just want a round two.”
“Let’s sleep first,” Johnny didn’t know why he was still a bit embarrassed, but he never felt such relief either. “I don’t have enough stamina for round two.”
“Tomorrow?”
“If I feel up to it.” He teased Gyro.
“Don’t mess with me, I know how to get you hot and bothered now.” Gyro smirked as he put his clothes back on, Johnny following suit.
And they would definitely be going back at it again tomorrow.