Chapter Text
--Roy
Roy would never get tired of kissing Johnny, he was pretty damn sure about that - there was something utterly heady about his partner’s lips on his, something nothing else could quite replicate. Maybe it was just the way Johnny seemed to melt against him, like he couldn’t stand to be apart from Roy for another moment. Either way, it was intoxicating, and Roy could barely believe his luck.
Any kind of confidence he might’ve felt after his talk with Joanne had all but vanished on the drive over, and whatever vestiges of optimism he might’ve had left had evaporated under Johnny’s sad, broken, distrustful glances, been replaced with creeping terror - and now this. They were alright. They were finally, officially, indubitably alright.
Eventually they broke the kiss and just looked at each other, wide-eyed and flushed.
"Bed?" Roy asked.
"God, yeah," Johnny replied, his voice hoarse with… well, anyway.
"So, do we...?" Roy asked after they'd stumbled their way into Johnny’s bedroom and Johnny’d kicked the door closed behind them.
"... celebrate?" his partner finished the sentence with an absolutely intoxicating quirk of his lips. "Yes, please."
God, his lips were pretty, and Roy couldn't resist leaning over and capturing them in another kiss.
"Yeah," Roy said afterward, only slightly out of breath, "let's."
Johnny's deft, nimble fingers were at his shirt buttons before they'd even made it to the bed, so wonderfully, beautifully eager. He paused after three buttons, gently guided him backwards onto the narrow mattress, trailed a gentle touch along the newly exposed skin. Along his collarbone, down across his chest, to where his shirt still formed a sharp ‘v’ against his skin, bending over him, pressing a playful kiss against his cheek, moving down a bit further. Roy could feel Johnny’s shuddering sigh against his newly exposed skin, the warm gust of air making him shiver.
“Johnny?” he asked, a note of concern in his voice. Johnny just moved up a little again and brought their lips together once more, so soft, almost leisurely. Savoring the moment.
“I just…” Johnny mumbled after they’d broken the kiss, “I just can’t believe that I actually get to do this again.”
Another nip at Roy’s lips, so brief it was barely even there. A quiet, breathless chuckle of disbelief, and then Johnny was back at the buttons again, torturously slowly, and somehow Roy didn’t mind at all because he got to watch, got to observe the way Johnny’s long lashes painted quivering shadows across those graceful cheekbones, got to bask in that beautifully unguarded, focused expression, furrowed brows and slightly parted lips and beautiful, graceful fingers moving so gently across his still-covered skin, handling Roy like he was a rare and priceless treasure.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, so unbearable it had Roy shifting around in discomfort, impatient despite (because of) the view, Johnny got to the last button, then slid Roy’s shirt off of his shoulders, hands flat against his skin, hands that were still a bit too cold for comfort and trembling ever so slightly, and Johnny’s face was inches from his own again and suddenly they made eye contact, Johnny’s eyes dark like wells with attraction.
Roy saw him bite his lip and all he could think of was how much he needed to have those lips on him, have those clever fingers continue their gentle exploration.
Barely a moment later, he got exactly what he wanted, as Johnny’s hands wandered lower and lower and Roy felt him fiddle with his belt buckle, keeping eye contact all the while.
And then, nothing happened.
For another long, long moment, nothing happened.
Johnny's expression changed to one of utter focus, then annoyance.
"Oh, for..." he muttered as he tore his gaze from Roy and leaned back so he could see what he was doing with that stubborn buckle.
Roy looked at him, the way the tip of his tongue was sticking out just the tiniest bit like it sometimes did when Johnny really focused, and barely stifled a heady giggle.
God what a dork, Roy loved him so unbelievably much-
The quiet noises and occasional muttering continued as Johnny kept fiddling with the belt, too fidgety and nervous to get it open and quickly growing impatient. Eventually, Roy just reached down, nudged Johnny’s fingers aside - and even that almost incidental contact was like a lightning bolt, Johnny's still-cool fingers against his tantalizing, and Roy idly wondered what holding hands with him would've felt like, out there in the world, like he 'n Joanne sometimes did, their fingers laced together, and-
The longing hit him like a sack of bricks, a painful, hollow ache, and he quickly focused on unbuckling his belt and wiggling out of his jeans instead while Johnny was watching him intently.
"Don't you wanna undress, too?" Roy asked as he kicked off his jeans and sent them sailing into a corner. He didn't bother picking them up.
Silence, as Johnny continued to devour him with his eyes until he finally realized that Roy'd said something.
"Huh?" he asked.
"I said, don't you wanna undress-"
"Later," Johnny replied absent-mindedly, completely and utterly distracted, raking his gaze across Roy's sparsely clothed form with an awestruck intensity that was more than just a little flattering.
And then, Johnny moved, just a little hesitantly, hooked a finger into the waistband of Roy’s underwear and tugged on it, more a question than an action.
“Go on,” Roy said, his voice rough.
He didn’t have to say that twice.
“Alright,” Johnny whispered, more to himself than anything, let his hands slide along Roy’s flanks, before hooking his fingers into the waistband again and pulling, while Roy lifted his ass off the mattress, the air cold on Roy’s newly exposed skin.
Johnny pressed a gentle kiss to Roy’s stomach after he’d settled back down, just above where he would really have loved to feel those lips.
Still, it was intoxicating - and Johnny wasn’t even naked yet.
Johnny got up from where he'd been crouching on the floor then, grabbed Roy by the shoulders and guided him fully onto the bed. Nudged his legs apart and settled between his knees, the dim ceiling lamp framing him like a halo, eyes dark, lips so inviting. God, Johnny was beautiful, and right then he wasn't even trying.
"How do you want me to do this?" he asked, hands softly brushing against Roy's hips, and Roy really couldn't have cared less about the 'how' as long as he did do something.
"Whatever you want," he finally choked out, "whatever you want.”
Johnny sighed, looked at him
“Roy…”
“Look, I don’t know,” Roy groaned, hips grinding up into Johnny’s gentle touch, cock painfully hard. “I just need your hands on me and your lips and I just need-”
‘you,’ he didn’t add, his voice breaking and fading into a quiet groan instead.
Johnny got the idea, though, going by his quiet, breathy “oh,” and the way he broke eye contact for just a moment, smiling to himself like he couldn’t believe his luck.
Beautiful.
He was about to say that out loud, curious to see if it’d be enough to make Johnny blush, but Johnny bent over him before he had a chance to, captured his lips (and every coherent thought he might have had right along with them) in yet another kiss, a hand against the side of his face, before his lips trailed their way downward and -
Roy gasped when Johnny started mouthing at his jawline, then pressing gentle kisses against lightly freckled shoulders, nipping at his collarbone, the gentle sting of it an entrancing counterpoint to that painfully delicate touch of his clever hand stroking along his sides, feather-light and almost ticklish, moving along to his hips again, following the line of his hip bones inward and down until finally, finally, gentle fingers wrapped around his cock, so lightly they were barely there, but it was still so deliciously much after everything that had happened, after yearning for this for so long.
He didn’t bother stifling his groans, and Johnny’s gaze flicked up to meet his, and Johnny grinned, bashful and pleased as punch and full of affection, and Roy wanted to tell him how much he loved him, wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but instead his throaty “yessss” would have to suffice.
Johnny began moving his hand then, slowly, leisurely, raking his eyes over Roy’s prone form like he was trying to commit it all to memory, like Roy deserved to be catalogued down to the last freckle, the last tiny scar.
Then he shifted so he wasn’t leaning on his other arm anymore, put his newly freed hand on Roy’s hip and left it there while he continued working his cock. His gaze flicked across the rest of him, all those untouched bits, thinking, considering, and Roy had a hunch that Johnny was cursing himself for only having two hands to touch with, feel with, hold.
Finally, he moved his hand away, the one that Roy really, desperately needed to stay where it was more than anything. He made an odd keening noise, somewhere between a moan and a whine, and Johnny actually had the audacity to chuckle breathlessly, clearly drunk on power.
“Just give me a second, Roy,” he said, still smiling so fondly it made Roy flush up to his ears. More than he already had been, anyway.
“What-” Roy began to ask, until Johnny grabbed his hips and bent down and suddenly the aching emptiness was replaced by soft lips and an eager tongue.
Johnny’s thumbs were stroking across the sensitive skin just below his hip bones, and he knew as Johnny started licking at his tip with unbridled enthusiasm before diving back down further, humming with delight, that this was gonna be over way too quickly, and he wondered idly if Johnny was going to be smug about it, if he would even notice what he was doing to Roy - and a few minutes later he stopped thinking at all as the sensations slowly took over and his world became Johnny.
He clawed his way back to coherence a few moments after that, with Johnny crouching at his side, looking deliciously debauched, wide-eyed and flushed and his expression spelling “did I do well” in ten-foot neon letters.
And Roy couldn’t really figure out how to articulate what he was feeling in that moment, so instead he just grabbed Johnny by the collar of the shirt he was inexplicably still wearing and dragged him up so he could kiss him senseless, taking no heed that he could still taste himself on Johnny’s tongue and then he pulled them together until Johnny’s legs were slotted between his, and-
The denim of Johnny’s jeans was rough against his searing, sensitive skin, and he needed to feel Johnny against him, without that coarse fabric between them, without Johnny’s belt buckle digging into his hips.
He managed to flip them both around so Johnny was under him, even though he almost tossed them off the narrow bed in the process.
“Roy?” Johnny asked breathlessly.
“Please just let me get these things off of you,” Roy groaned and tugged at Johnny’s shirt.
“Yeah,” Johnny replied, hoarse and breathless, “yeah.”
Roy was so eager to get them both skin to skin that he barely managed to get Johnny’s shirt unbuttoned in his haste, the small buttons slipping through his trembling fingers.
“Do you want me to...” Johnny asked after he noticed Roy struggling.
“No,” Roy replied, “I really want to do that myself this time, just give me a moment...”
“Oh, okay,” Johnny breathed and went back to looking at Roy, observing him intently.
Roy finally capitulated and slowed down, worked more deliberately - he was impatient alright, but his fine motor skills were still more than a little shaky on account of feeling like he’d just come his brains out. And besides, Johnny’s reaction to his now more deliberate approach was a sight to behold, his breathing slow and measured, but his pulse racing under Roy’s fingers, his slender form thrumming with barely-contained tension, ever-so-slightly following Roy’s every motion, leaning into his touch. He smirked and bent down to mouth at Johnny’s collarbone the way Johnny had done to him earlier, and delighted in the way his composure slipped and his breathing stuttered, the way his heartbeat sped up just the slightest bit as he mouthed along the side of his neck, Roy’s lips soft against Johnny’s pulse point.
He could’ve stayed like that forever, just feeling Johnny’s heartbeat and listening to the both of them breathe and knowing that they were alive and safe and together.
“God you’re beautiful,” Roy muttered against his partner’s flushed skin. “How did I get so lucky?”
He felt Johnny’s quiet huff more than he heard it.
“Nobody else wanted to keep me around, like you ‘n Chet kept reminding me.”
His tone was light and teasing, but Roy still froze, shocked, stopped his gentle ministrations, propped himself up on his arms and looked at Johnny.
“Jesus, Johnny,” he breathed. “We never meant-” he paused, cleared his throat. He’d been jealous more than anything, really, he’d never have figured that Johnny, who’d always been so sure of his dubious charms, would take their friendly teasing more to heart than, say, Roy did when they mocked his in-laws again.
A thought occurred to him, a nasty, bitter, stinging one.
“You didn’t just settle for me, though, did you?”
“Settle?” Johnny asked, visibly startled, beautiful brown eyes wide in shock. “Roy, for cryin’ out loud, do you have any idea what I went through these last couple weeks? No, I didn’t settle for you, I…” he groaned. “I always thought I was the one here who was maybe a little nuts, when did you get in on that?”
Johnny lay there, in his half unbuttoned shirt, and Roy could feel his reproachful glare, angry on his behalf, tear through him like a bullet through wet tissue paper.
“Look,” Roy retorted, “you can’t fault me for being a little insecure - and besides, look who’s talking.”
“Alright,” Johnny replied, but there was still a note of concern in his voice. “Alright.”
Roy smirked at him.
“Want me to get back to it?” he asked and trailed a finger across the exposed skin of Johnny’s chest.
“Fuck, yes,” Johnny replied with a groan.
A few moments later, Johnny’s shirt was finally fully out of the way, joining Roy’s jeans in the corner, and when Roy looked back at Johnny, he had his hands at his belt buckle.
Roy caught his fingers, pulled them away, brushed a kiss against Johnny’s knuckles.
“What…?” Johnny asked.
“Let me do this, alright?” Roy asked back, so softly it surprised even him.
“Oh. Yeah.”
Roy took his own sweet time with it, really savoring the moment, pausing to brush his hand across the rather prominently tented front of Johnny’s jeans, enjoyed the way his partner’s breath hitched and his hips twitch seemingly of their own volition.
So many ways to do this, he mused as he let an inviting, dusky nipple distract him from the jeans button and Johnny barely stifled a surprised moan. So many ways to make Johnny feel just as good as Roy had earlier. And, with some luck, so many opportunities to give every single one of them a try eventually.
Johnny didn’t say a word as Roy continued to tease him, but he’d started to shift, to lean into Roy’s hands, to chase the small, soft touches until he was out of breath and flushed and his cock strained against the confines of his jeans, until Roy finally took pity on him. It was almost a shame, really - Roy would’ve loved to hear him beg just the tiniest little bit. Ah well - another day, perhaps.
Right then, he made quick work of button and zipper, and then he looked up at his beautiful partner.
“Alright,” he said, “now you can help me get these off.”
Eyes dark like the moonless night sky blearily blinking up at him.
“Huh…?”
Roy bit down on a fond chuckle.
Instead of repeating himself, he just tugged on Johnny’s waistband, which obviously did not budge.
“Oh,” Johnny said after an almost comically long pause and lifted his ass off of the bed, and barely another moment later Roy had tossed Johnny’s jeans and shorts onto the clothing pile in the corner as well, and Johnny was naked in front of him, looking at Roy looking at him.
A quiet smile blossomed across Johnny’s delicate features, vulnerable and open and so full of love it almost hurt.
"Hi," Roy said, his answering smile probably more than just a little goofy, but he couldn't help it - and Johnny seemed to like it alright, if the way he put a slender hand on Roy’s nape and pulled him down until he could kiss him was any indication.
Roy put a hand on Johnny’s thigh, teased at the inside of it with his fingertips, close, so close-
Johnny shuddered, moaned quietly.
The angle Roy would’ve had to work with in his current position to get a hand around Johnny’s cock was awkward to say the least, especially since he had to be careful not to topple off of Johnny’s bed (no wonder he’d wanted that nice, big water bed so badly, this one turned any kind of sexual ambition into something between a circus act and a high-altitude rescue), so he decided to work his way down, kissing along his jawline like he’d done earlier, mouthing at sharp, graceful collar bones, flicking his tongue against perky nipples until, a few long, long moments later, he’d reached his goal.
Johnny hissed, his lips twitching, as Roy put his lips around the head of Johnny’s cock, wrapped a hand around the base, and began to slowly, languidly suck him off.
--Johnny
Johnny could barely believe the turn his day had taken - from thinking he’d be saying goodbye to his partner forever to having Roy gently tease his nipple with one hand, stroke along his sides with the other, and proceed to slowly, terribly slowly make his way downward, mouthing along his hip bones.
Despite the warmth and safety those hands conveyed, despite the talk he ‘n Roy had had earlier, despite the call to Joanne, he was still half-convinced he was gonna wake up any moment now, back into his dreary life where Roy couldn’t love him back the way Johnny needed him to, because there was no way he’d be so lucky, there was no way this was real, and-
And then Roy took Johnny’s cock into his mouth, ensconced him in velvety warmth that felt even better because it was Roy and Johnny made a quiet noise that echoed like thunder in his ears and he barely resisted slapping a hand over his parted lips to stifle the noises, because this was dangerous and maybe Roy’d been married for too long to remember what it was like to have sex you weren’t supposed to, always on the verge of getting caught, even when it was just him and his own hand, always much too close to getting caught during those stolen midnight moments with too many curious ears on the other side of paper-thin walls.
It was nice, though, it was real nice, this odd kinda warmth that was more than just arousal, more than just nerve endings getting stimulated, so safe and warm and his, Roy next to him, half on top of him, every point of contact searing, his hands strong and steadying on Johnny’s hips, and Johnny wouldn’t have minded to be held like that forever, just Roy’s safe, wonderful, gentle hands on him making him feel so much more wanted than he had in a very, very long time, feeling like he could finally stop fighting for affection like his life depended on it.
As he inched ever closer to his release, he abruptly realized that he needed this touch more, needed it for longer, would shatter into a million pieces if Roy stopped touching him now and left him to go back to his home, to his family, where he belonged.
He couldn’t lose Roy to reality just yet, he desperately needed to hang on to him for just a little while longer-
"Roy, wait," he croaked out, his voice rough, shot, shaking, and the desperately aroused part of his mind, the one that was aching for relief and didn't give a damn about the consequences, howled in his thoughts as Roy pulled off of him with an obscene 'pop' and a startled, worried expression on his face, contrasting starkly with his flushed cheeks and reddened lips.
"What is it, Johnny?" he asked, his voice just as wrecked as Johnny's own. "Did I do something wrong?"
Johnny would have laughed if he hadn't been so out of it.
"No- I just-" Johnny stammered. "It would've been over too quickly and I don't want you to leave yet..."
"Leave...?" Roy asked, baffled, until comprehension finally dawned on him.
"Oh, Johnny," he whispered tonelessly, sat back on his haunches with a stunned expression. "Johnny, I'm not going to leave."
"Wh- what?" Johnny heard the words, but he just couldn't make sense of them.
"Johnny, unless you don't want me here, I was fully planning to stay the night. Hell, Joanne outright told me to, but I would've anyway."
Oh.
Oh, well then.
“Even if we hadn’t…?” Johnny indicated the both of them, naked, in bed.
“Even if we hadn’t ended up in here together,” Roy confirmed. Shot Johnny a quizzical look. “That’s not why we’re doing this right now, though, right?” he asked.
Johnny rolled his eyes - even though Roy kinda had a point. Kinda. He could, admittedly, not be entirely sure that the urge to keep Roy here with him hadn’t figured into the equation somehow.
It didn’t matter, though; he was definitely exactly where - and how - he wanted to be.
“No, Roy,” he said, unwilling to get into the details, “we’re doing this because I want to, that’s it. I was just… curious, that’s all.”
“Alright,” Roy finally said, “alright.”
A long pause stretching into awkwardness, until Johnny shifted uncomfortably, slightly less hard now than he had been, but still almost painfully aroused.
“So, uh,” he finally said, wiggled his hips at Roy, who just blankly stared at him until he finally caught on and laughed heartily, and Johnny could actually see his worries ease.
“Oh, right,” he finally smirked and bent back down. “I was doing something here, wasn’t I.”
-
They just stayed in bed, after - Roy didn’t seem particularly inclined to do much of anything that didn’t include melting into the mattress like a very content rock, and neither was Johnny - he’d ended up snug against Roy, their limbs slotting together like an intricate jigsaw puzzle, and it took mere moments until the last several weeks of sleeplessness and heartbreak finally caught up with him and he could feel himself drifting off, warm and content, listening to Roy’s steady breathing, feeling his heartbeat against his fingertips.
Johnny barely still felt Roy curl around him a bit more tightly, hanging onto him like a man drowning, and then he just clocked out, happy and content and with absolutely no illusions about how long this was gonna last.