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Today was supposed to be a fun day. When the two had taken a joyride a few towns over for old time's sake, Gyro suggested they stop at a hotel for a night like they used to during the Steel Ball Run. Johnny and Gyro had remained steadfast friends in the aftermath of the horse race that changed their lives, and often reminisced on the memories, such as the hotel hopping they did. Johnny didn't mind going to one, but Slow Dancer in her old age wasn't thrilled with the work. Johnny took extra care and packed light so as not to wear her out.
The two made abundant small talk on the way, which included Johnny dying of laughter when Valkyrie nearly bucked Gyro off after a horsefly bit her ass. "You okay up there?" Johnny snickered, watching to make sure she was calm. "I'm fine, if a little shaken up." Gyro retorted, his luggage hanging crookedly on his back. He reached back to adjust it, before innocently scratching a spot on his shoulder.
"They really need to make a repellent for the damn things, one bit me the other day and the damn welt is still there, cazzo." Gyro said offhandedly, shaking his head in exasperation. Johnny went cold on his saddle and blushed. Had Gyro not remembered his little 'quirk' he had drunkenly revealed one day? Damn was he glad Gyro wasn't turning to look back at him, lest he see the embarrassed denial of his intrusive, bug bite related thoughts. Had he been riding with his shirt off? Jesus what the fuck was he thinking about that for? Johnny shook his own head to clear it of nonsense before moving a little faster to catch up with him.
They spent a few hours like that, playfully bantering and arguing about old memories. When the sun began to get low in the sky, Gyro saw the dim twinkling of window candles in the distance, signifying they had come upon the hotel in question. Johnny was excited to be with his companion and share some drinks, as well as revisit fun and not so fun memories that had made them such good friends.
When they finally arrived, hotel staff greeted the two at the gate and tied both horses to the hitching posts offered, filling watering stations next to them for their well-being. Gyro hopped off of Valkyrie, and walked behind Slow Dancer to grab Johnny's wheelchair. He patted her rump gently and untied it from the pad it laid on, opening it so Johnny could slide himself down into it. He let himself glide over the side of the saddle before plopping into the seat, rolling away with Gyro until they met porch steps.
Johnny usually hates being helped for his paralysis in any way, but he had come to trust Gyro so much that he got a begrudging free pass to help him. So, help he did, tilting the chair so he could pull Johnny up the few steps there were. He held the door so Johnny could go to the front desk, where he requested the keys for their paid reservation. Gyro was considerate enough to book a room on the first floor, so they simply traversed one long hall to the right and their room was in the left corner at the end.
Johnny unlocked and opened the door, face dropping when he saw the setup of the room. He was sure there were supposed to be 2 twin beds. 2 separate beds. How would it be seen if housekeeping walked in and saw them both in one bed? Because that's all there was. One, intimidating, queen size bed. Johnny was taken aback. "Uhh, were you aware of this Gyro????" Johnny deadpans, turning to stare daggers into the other.
"Absolutely not, I was told this was supposed to be 2 twin beds." Gyro frantically denied, closing the door behind them only to find a note hung from the doorknob. The note read: 'Dear customer, we are sorry to inform you our last double bed room on the first floor was booked before the new registration person knew. We will gladly refund the extra money spent for 2 beds at the end of your stay.'
Johnny grumbled and wiped a hand down his face, setting his bag on the most spacious side of the bed. "I'm going to grab a bath, why don't you go find a 6 pack of beers or whatever you can bring into the hotel room?" Johnny asked. Gyro nodded, exiting the room so he could complete the task. He went down to the hotel bar, paid for 6 beers, and brought them back into the room. He sat down at a side table with one, reading the local newspaper while Johnny got cleaned up.
Hearing the creak of the door, Gyro sat his paper down on the table and got up to take his turn in the bath. Johnny rolled back in just his boxers, and Gyro had to pretend like it didn't absolutely gut him. "Make yourself comfortable I guess, I'll join in a bit." Gyro stuttered, bringing his beer into the bath with him. Get a hold of yourself, he's your friend you idiot! He thought to himself, purposefully making his bath quite cold so as to calm his nerves.
The rest of the beer and a few mental pep talks later, Gyro drug his shivering form out of the tub and dried off. He opted to put his entire outfit back on, to preserve a bit of decency. "You're gonna go to bed like that, Gy? Really? Ain't that uncomfortable?" Johnny asked in that southern lilt, that Gyro was unconsciously helpless to. "Nyoho, I don't mind at all." Gyro chuckled, hoping the subject would no longer be pressed. But he wasn't exactly comfortable in that sweaty shirt either.
"Er, well, I guess the shirt isn't the best material for sleeping in." Gyro concedes, throwing it into the floor to be picked up in the morning while grabbing another 2 beers, one for himself and one for Johnny. Again, he neglected to remember Johnny's drunken indignant ramblings about his bug bite preoccupation, because a bunch of welts were scattered across his back, shoulders, and chest. Johnny looked away and swallowed his beer to have a reason to gulp, trying to rapidly clear his head of any lewd ideas.
"Johnny, do you remember that night at the campfire?" Gyro inquired, working on chugging his second drink. He now has a good buzz going, that makes conversation flow a little bit easier. "Gy, there are tons of nights we had by the campfire, you're gonna have to be more specific." He chuckled, putting his legs under the comforter.
"The one in West Virginia, where we were in the woods and got really fucked up on moonshine?" Gyro hints, and Johnny nods in recognition. He remembered that night very well. That was the night he had accidentally revealed his 'thing' for bug bites, and he'd rather not remember that. "...Yes, I do. What about it?" Johnny tensely asked, awaiting whatever response he was going to get while taking another swig. Hopefully nothing smartassed.
“I didn’t mind that… thing you told me about that night. And… I don’t mind any of the other things you’ve said about, like your spinal issue, or your temper, or your messed up family life. I really don’t, Johnny. I have seen so many of your faces and I care about all of them. I’m maybe rambling a bit but it’s all true.” Gyro said, drinking the last of his second beer and getting up to grab another.
Johnny had absolutely no clue how to respond to such a seemingly random, tender monologue. “Well, thanks I guess. What brought that up?” He tentatively probed, not fully understanding the gravity of what Gyro had expressed to him. "I'm tired of us running from the truth Johnny." Was all he said, cracking open his 3rd drink. Johnny looked at him quizzically and blushed. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Clearly you're drunk Gyro, go to bed. Didn't think you were such a lightweight."
Gyro nearly spat his first swallow out, beginning to feel slightly annoyed. "I am not drunk off of 2 drinks Johnny. I'm saying that because it's true. How long do I have to wait for you to let me in?" Gyro stared at him hard, waiting for an answer. "Wait, in what way?" Johnny asked. Gyro facepalmed, shook his head, turned out the bedside lamp, and swigged the entire last half of his beer. He then settles himself under the blanket without another word.
"Gyro? I didn't piss you off or nothin' did I?" Johnny whispers, taking his side of the bed as far away as he can. "No, goodnight Johnny." The Italian snipped, obviously aggravated but more at himself for not being able to just say what he needed to say. He turned towards the other, and waited until he appeared settled to slowly drape an arm around Johnny's waist and pull him in closer since his ass was nearly hanging off of the bed. Johnny gasped at the tight, intimate grip.
"Gyro, what would people think if they saw this? This ain't like Italy, people get sent to jail for that shit here. We'd be harassed, and–" Johnny's whisper-yelled tirade was cut short by full, tanned lips and stubble. Gyro kissed Johnny insistently and tenderly, trying to effectively swallow all of his discouragement. "Gyro! I-I don't even know if I can–"
"Nonsense, Johnny. You know I'm the son of a famous doctor. I know how these sorts of things work through watching him for years. There are things that can be done even with the injury you have. As for anyone finding out, don't worry a hair off your head." Gyro hushed him with a finger as he spoke, taking one of Johnny's hands and laying it on his chest where some of the red, inflamed bumps sit.
That was plenty to get Johnny's attention. He took in a sharp breath, and dove back into the kiss while running his fingers over the offending bites appreciatively. Everything else in his life had gone sour outside of that race where he met Gyro, so at this point he was willing to take anything positive. Johnny has to admit, there were some feelings he held for Gyro as well. He had refused to entertain them due to how unique his circumstances were, and his own self loathing.
Gyro gently slipped a thigh between Johnny's as they kissed, testing to see if his little mental excitement tactic with the bites had helped. Unknown to the smaller, he had already begun to sport a partial erection. Gyro slipped his tongue into the mix, practically crushing Johnny into his chest while their lips interlocked.
Popping their lips apart, Gyro slowly
trailed wet, prickly, beer-scented kisses down the side of Johnny's neck. He cupped Johnny's clothed bulge in his hand, feeling his gasp underneath his lips. Johnny had not expected to be able to feel that, especially seeing how he barely just felt enough to hold his bladder, but he felt the distinct warmth pool in his stomach. "How the fuck- did you make that work-?" He choked out.
Gyro chuckled against his throat, leaving a few nips before pulling back to answer. "I'm not killing the mood with medical jargon, I'll explain later. For now just enjoy." Gyro chided, taking one of Johnny's nipples between his lips. The reaction was immediate. "F-ffuck-! Gyro why is that so goOD-!" Johnny cries, arching the half of his body he can lean towards his partner's warm, suctioning mouth.
Gyro doesn't answer, opting to keep the point in his mouth and shuffle down Johnny's boxers. He was actually hard enough to spring out of them, which was better than anything he had been able to achieve in years on his own. Johnny's head was absolutely spinning with how much Gyro could make him feel.
Taking him fully in hand, skin to skin was enough to ellicit a full upper body shudder in Johnny, who pulled Gyro back up to his lips while he reached for his belt buckle. Gyro had dedicated time and a lot of thought to making Johnny feel good, so in his mind he was useless if he couldn't return the favor. Pulling Gyro's pants and boxers aside, Johnny appreciated the thick, twitching prize.
He grabbed Gyro's hip and pulled him closer, taking him in his calloused, rein-worn hand. Gyro groaned into his mouth, hauling Johnny's light form on top of his hips. From this angle, the Italian could take him and Johnny in one hand and use the other to fondle his abused nipples. It also freed up Johnny's to mess with the littered bites he had such a fascination with. They were almost illuminated pink under the moonlight streaming in from the windows.
"Don't worry about touching me right now, tonight is for me to show how much I want you." Gyro scolds, continuing their sloppy makeout with renewed fervor. Stroking them both faster, Gyro groaned into Johnny's mouth when he felt how hard his heart was beating against his hand.
"Shit-! Gyro I haven't felt like this in years- fuck, ever!" Johnny whined, digging small scratches into Gyro's fuzzy chest. He dared to wonder if he felt the pull of completion forming in his stomach with all of the careful stimulation he was receiving. Johnny felt like he was going to melt into a puddle on top of his 'friend'.
The two continued in a steady rhythm of groaning and hushed whines, before Johnny finally begged Gyro to stroke faster. When he obliged Johnny, he erupted beneath his fingertips unexpectedly. "Fucking shit Gyro, I'm- Hmnn!" He muffled his moans into his neck, spilling all over Gyro's fingers and cock in thick, stuttered spurts.
The intensity of his sudden release was enough to also set off Gyro, who grunted into Johnny's shoulder and bucked his hips wildly as he added his own mess into the mix. "Fuck—! I don't know how you don't see your beauty!" He whispered, hushed into Johnny's ear as he came down from his afterglow.
Johnny felt so wanted he could've cried. Never in a million years did he imagine that someone wanted to make a life with someone like him. He came to realize he'd have to rethink some of his thoughts about himself.
There wasn't much time for Johnny to speculate, as his first and hardest orgasm in years left him absolutely wiped out. Gyro chuckled as soft snores emanated from beside him, using his dirty shirt to clean both of them off before shoving it in his bag. He nods off himself, after arranging his body back in the bed. Gyro's last thought before he fell into the abyss of sleep was that the trip had gone so much better than he expected.