CHAPTER 27
Mike dropped Taylor off for her lesson, but it was Johnny who picked her up.
Because there were several boarders milling about, Victor and Johnny didn’t exchange much beyond conversation, but Johnny promised to be back later that night once he took Taylor home.
At seven o’ clock Victor’s stomach was rumbling, so he headed back to the house to make himself something to eat.
He had expected Johnny to show up by that point, but he knew Johnny had a poor sense of time, so he didn’t really worry until it got to be around nine or so.
He texted Johnny where are you? and got no immediate response, so to tap down any anxiety over it, Victor went to the kitchen to prepare himself a milkshake.
He was just finishing up when the front door opened and in stepped the devil himself.
“Honey, I’m home,” Johnny announced before bending over to greet the dogs.
Victor watched him with one hand on his hip, happy to see he seemed sober even if Victor was still peeved he was so late.
With a sigh and no greeting, Victor turned back to his blender and pulsed it a few times to get his milkshake creamy and frothy.
Just as he plucked the top off, he felt Johnny’s arms curl around him and his breath on Victor’s ear as he embraced him from behind.
“Whatcha makin’? Something for me?” Johnny asked.
“I’m making a milkshake for me, actually,” Victor replied, trying to sound irritated even as his heart fluttered with delight and excitement. “Shoulda shown up earlier if you wanted one.”
Johnny’s hand shot out and grabbed the pitcher handle of the blender, plucking it from its base.
“Hey!” Victor protested as Johnny released him. By the time he turned around, Johnny had already taken a dramatic slurp of his milkshake. “You fucking asshole.”
Johnny sputtered a bit before pulling the pitcher away from his mouth and laughing. Now he had a white froth smeared across his upper lip, which he wiped away with the sleeve of his jacket.
“Mm, that’s good,” Johnny said with a smirk as Victor snatched the pitcher back and dropped it onto the counter. “Thanks for thinking of me.”
“You think you’re so funny,” Victor muttered as he reached for a cabinet to pull out a cup.
Johnny got to it first, throwing the door open and extracting one of the novelty mugs from the highest shelf that Victor could only access with a stepstool.
He handed it to Victor with a touch of smugness, and Victor accepted it reluctantly. “We get it, you’re tall.”
“You’re real cute when you’re mad.”
Victor decided not to honor that with a response. “Where have you been? You told me you were gonna spend an hour at your sister’s.”
“Yeah, well, Mike had just bought this lil dirtbike for the kids and they all wanted to ride it, so I stuck around to keep an eye on them. Essentially I got suckered into babysittin’ for a while. Did you miss me?”
“I was worried you went to the bar or something.”
For the first time, Johnny’s smile dimmed. “Oh. Well, no need to worry about that. I’m doin’ my best to stay sober again.”
Victor nodded, unsure but not wanting to get into a long discussion about it.
So instead of talking, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Johnny, burying his face into the cool rough fabric of Johnny’s work coat.
It smelled strongly of cattle. Only a country boy like Victor could find that comforting.
“Aw, Vic. Don’t get all soft on me now.” For a second Johnny seemed at a loss for how to react, but eventually he draped his arms over Victor’s shoulders and lightly held him. “You like huggin’, huh?”
“You like talking,” Vic said, voice muffled by Johnny’s coat.
“Guilty as charged, I guess.” Johnny paused, and Victor could sense his discomfort with the silence. He patted the top of Victor’s head like he wasn’t sure what to do with it. “You mind if I take a shower here?”
With a sigh, Victor pulled away. “No, that’s fine.”
Johnny extricated himself out of Victor’s grip and took a few steps back. “Alright. See you in twenty.”
After kicking his boots off by the door and removing his coat, Johnny headed off to the shower, leaving Victor alone with his milkshake.
Victor poured a portion of the milkshake into the mug Johnny had retrieved, then went to his bedroom to root around for his diaphragm.
It wasn’t the world’s most elegant or common form of birth control, but it beat the fight over condoms, and with enough spermicide squirted into it, it was a pretty reliable method.
Plus he could barely feel it once his body adjusted to the chill of the spermicide.
Who knew if he was still capable of having kids at this point, but he still had occasional spotty periods, so he figured it didn’t hurt to be careful.
When Johnny emerged from the bathroom, he only wore a towel slung around his waist. Victor himself was fully nude, though he’d put on his bathrobe to keep from freezing while he waited for Johnny to finish up.
Without preamble, Johnny whipped off the towel and bounced onto the bed with intent, nearly tackling Victor in the process.
Victor laughed as Johnny grabbed his ankle and yanked him further down the bed, only to be quickly smothered by Johnny’s hands and mouth as he descended upon him.
Victor circled both arms around Johnny, pressing one hand between his shoulder blades and the other across his lower back.
In response, Johnny’s hips dipped, sliding his burgeoning erection against Victor’s thigh.
Victor reached down to grasp it, rolling his thumb along the head until Johnny hissed against his mouth.
“Wanna fuck you so bad,” Johnny muttered, breath hot on Victor’s lips.
“Then fuck me,” Victor replied. He didn’t need much of a warm-up, considering all the rooting around he’d already done just to get the diaphragm in.
“Gonna need a condom though, right?”
“Nah. I put in a diaphragm.”
This gave Johnny pause, and he pulled back slightly, enough that he could see Victor’s face. “What the hell is that?”
“Look it up later,” Victor responded, arching up against Johnny to coax him into more contact. “I promise it’s taken care of.”
“If you say so.” Johnny sat up, pushing his thighs under Victor’s so that Victor’s hips were slightly lifted.
He shoved aside Victor’s robe so that he was on full display, then spent a second looking at him—not in the studious way he had last night, but with appreciation and heat.
Victor felt desire roll through him like a wave, tightening in his core.
“This no dick thing is kinda growin’ on me,” Johnny said. The man knew how to fucking ruin a moment.
“Christ,” Victor said, throwing an arm over his face.
“Sorry, can’t I say that?”
“You are…” Victor couldn’t think of a word that fully encompassed Johnny, so he started laughing. “Just do literally anything right now that’s not talking.”
“Shutting up now,” Johnny replied with that goofy ass grin, and Victor wanted to kill him as much as he wanted to kiss him.
Johnny ducked down to plant his face in the dip of Victor’s collar bone while at the same time slipping two fingers instead Victor.
With one hand Victor grabbed his hair, and with the other, he latched onto Johnny’s wrist, pressing the butt of Johnny’s hand harder against his cock.
Fuck. Victor swallowed a moan and thrust his hips up against the contact hard enough to give Johnny an idea of what he wanted.
In response, Johnny withdrew his fingers halfway and focused on rubbing Victor’s dick with the pad of his thumb.
Victor had to close his eyes to withstand it, and he became so involved in the wave of sensation that he didn’t realize Johnny had ducked his head low until he felt the wet warmth of Johnny’s mouth on the junction of his thigh and groin.
“Fuck, fuck,” Victor babbled, followed by a high-pitched hiss once Johnny’s lips found his cock.
Victor renewed his grip on Johnny’s head, nails digging into Johnny’s scalp as he struggled to fist a handful of hair.
Victor’s standards had been low, considering his experiences with most cis men, but Johnny was far more competent and enthusiastic about oral than Victor had ever expected.
He couldn’t keep his thighs from closing on either side of Johnny’s head, but Johnny didn’t seem to mind, nor did he give Victor any reprieve.
“Johnny,” Victor whined, more of a plea than anything.
“God.” He threw his head back against his comforter, clenching his eyes shut even as his mouth hung open in ecstasy.
He could feel the orgasm building, rolling like a wave from his ass to his abdominals several times before it hit fully.
Only after he emerged winded and sweaty from the peak of it did he realize how tightly he had grabbed a fistful of Johnny’s hair.
Once he released him and smoothed out the cramp in his hand, Johnny rose up from between his legs and slid his cock inside.
From there, their coupling happened quick and dirty, with Victor coming down from his high just as Johnny built up to his.
After his own orgasm a few minutes later, Johnny collapsed on top of Victor with a heavy exhale, panting and sweaty.
They both laid there unmoving for a bit, trying to put their brains back together.
Finally Victor pushed some of Johnny’s hair up off his forehead with a gentle hand.
“You okay?” Victor asked.
“Mm,” was Johnny’s response. He put an elbow on either side of Victor and pushed himself just high enough to press a kiss to Victor’s sternum. Then he rolled over and sprawled out on the bed next to Victor, closing his eyes as he caught his breath.