Work Text:
Johnny's rolling himself into their hotel room , eyes lighting up at the comfortable bed that he's longed for months now. There was only one bed and that was as expected , Gyro was the only one who was actually in the race. He wheels himself over to their bed and pulls on the blankets as he tries to yank himself up there but it doesn't work because there's no leverage so he's still sat in his chair.
Johnny just leans against the bed though and groans , cheek flush against the blanket as he melts into the comfortable mattress. His back will finally feel like an Angel has just stroked his spine and he will thank them. As he slips into his haze of enjoying the bed , Gyro's boot smacks the back of Johnny's chair as he walks past , picking up his friends attention.
"You stink" Gyro teases , half smirk on his face as he glances out of the corner of his eye. Gyro watches the way Johnny's own eyes narrow , following him as he walks to the opposite side of the bed , dropping his bag on the bed and steel balls on the bedside table.
"And you don't?" Johnny asks , glaring back at his friend. It's been so long that neither of them can recall their last shower.
"Oh I know— that is why , I'm going to let you wash up as I buy us something to eat." Gyro suggests , money being pulled out of his bag. Johnny glares at him for a second because he doesn't really like being told he stinks but he knows he does.
"Kay .. get something good." Johnny grunts , wheeling to the bathroom , his own backpack was slung over his chair. Gyro says his goodbyes before he leaves the hotel room , leaving Johnny all alone.
☆
The bath was something he needed , it helped him loosen up in a lot of ways , his shoulders and arms stopped aching and let himself be alone with his thoughts for awhile. He had slipped into just his boxers because he was sure that Gyro wouldn't be back for a little while longer because he would be rather slow when he was out. He's wheeled himself to the bed , getting up on it was the hard part because there was no Gyro there to help him but soon enough , he was up on the bed.
It felt like heaven , all the pain in his back was finally easing as he just let himself sink into the blankets. They weren’t too bad either , pretty soft and warm for a little town like this , it felt so nice against his freshly cleaned skin. He shivered as he tried to rub against it , feel the fabric against his skin.
Johnny was too caught up in the feeling of the blankets against his skin and how comfortable it felt to lay on something else besides a thin layer of a sleeping bag against the ground. He didn't heard the boots that hit the ground or the sound of the door opening and closing afterwards and he definitely didn't hear Gyro shout out his name.
"Johnny!" Gyro calls out , accent thick as he shouts. The American's eyes shoot up from realizing that Gyro actually entered the room , his arms drop to his chest to cover him because once again , he's not wearing a shirt.
"Fuck! I ain't know you would come back so soon!" Johnny shouts back dropping off the bed , he tries to slide into his wheelchair quickly because he's going to get a shirt on— Fuck and they have to share a bed?
"You have tits!" Gyro shouts back , his back had quickly faced Johnny after he saw because there must be a reason for him— or now her? to have their shirt off. His eyes were squeezed shut , the plate of food and a couple of drinks in his hands still.
Johnny ignores Gyro mentioning his chest , wheeling to the bathroom. Johnny’s trying to slide his shirt on as quick as possible. He doesn't bind his chest because— well Gyro's already found out.
Gyro doesn't say anything because the more time Johnny takes , the more he thinks about Johnny laying back on that bed with his tits out. Fuck , does he want that. He shouldn't be thinking this way! He just walked in on Johnny during a private moment! Cmon Gyro!
Johnny wheels back out of the bathroom after a few minutes , swallowing the lump in his throat as he heads to the bed , hopefully when the both of them wake up , they'd forget about this.
"Can I look now?" Gyro asks. Johnny can't help but crack a smile even during the embarrassing moment , he stops near the edge.
"Yeah— go ahead but .. help me with this , please.." He hushes out. Gyro nods , setting the food on the bed and rushing over to his friend. He can see the shape of his breasts through the shirt , he adiverts his eyes anywhere else because Gyro will feel like the worlds biggest pervert if he gets a hard on right now.
After Gyro helped Johnny on the bed , they both acted like nothing had happened , both eating dinner as they rambled on about whatever came to their mind. Gyro tried to ignore the way Johnny's arms sat underneath his tits , showing them off a bit more than before— how had he not noticed them before?
He always assumed that Johnny hiding his body when they went pee , shit or even washed up was just because he was insecure not because he was a girl..
"We can be honest with eachother right?" Gyro asks , picking at the last little bit of his food. He's leaning on his side , hand holding up his head as he faces his friend. Johnny spares him a quick glance and hums , nodding his head.
"I hope we can." He says , taking another bite of his own food. He doesn't look at Gyro , doesn't want to hear whatever falls from the full lips next.
"Are you a girl?" Gyro asks , Johnny sighs and his head rolls back because he knew this question would come , he just hoped it would be farther into the future , when he can start to except himself a bit more.
"No— ya hear me? I ain't no girl— you'll still call me by Johnny." The blondes says , his eyes are narrowed and he's dead fucking serious. Gyro's eyes widen and he nods because alright— fuck , boss him around some more.
"Just asked cause guys usually don't have tits." Gyro explains , his eyes scanning down and back to Johnny's chest. He can faintly make out his nipples , he can see the indent through the shirt .. is it bad he wants to feel it? He wants to know if he'd feel similar to other tits he's touched.
"I know— it's just hard and long to explain." Johnny huffs out , head falling back to his lap. He picks at his food before he pushes it away , trying to distract his mind with something else.
"Well we got all night don't we?" Gyro says , turning on his stomach with a groan. His arms tug the pillow from the headboard of the bed , pushing it underneath his head.
Johnny spares another glance and sighs , chewing on his lip before he starts talking to Gyro. It seems like he doesn't hate him and doesn't think any differently from him— thank god , so why not indulge in it?
The conversation about Johnny's gender goes long into the night , Gyro keeps asking questions and Johnny tries to answer them the best he can. Soon though , the food has been pushed to the desk that's against the far left wall and both Gyro and Johnny are laying on their sides , facing eachother.
"Anymore questions?" The blonde asks , he's a bit tired because fuck , can Gyro talk but he knows he can too. Johnny yawns and shivers a bit , he can feel the cold start to seep in and make him freeze.
"I do have one last question." Gyro says , a small smile growing on his face. If he asks it— Johnny shouldn't freak out because he's a boy? It's normal for guys to do this.
"Which is?" Johnny asks , he brings his hands to his chest and shivers again. The clothes he's wearing aren't very warm and he's not a fucking heater like Gyro.
"Can I touch your chest?" He asks with an usual amount of eagerness. Johnny's eyes look elsewhere and he lets out another sigh because he really should've expected this—
"I mean— can you blame me? It's not often you see a guy with tits!" Gyro adds , it just makes Johnny sigh and roll onto his back. His arms are spread out as he stares at the ceiling now Gyro has a perfect view of them and he stares.
"I... I guess just— don't bring it up again." Johnny says , turning to face Gyro. His hand slides over and pinches the Italians arm , gaining his attention again.
"Stop fuckin' staring and hurry up!" Johnny orders and Gyro nods his head. He rolls onto his stomach and scoots closer to his friend , he can make out the outline of his tits just from here , his eyes are glued to them.
Not only does Johnny have the sweetest ass Gyro has ever since , he also has an amazing rack.. it's like he's hit the jackpot!
"You sure you're okay with this?" Gyro asks , giving a gentle glance to Johnny. He doesn't want to grope and touch his chest if the idea that Johnny didn't want it eats him up inside. Johnny nods though , eyes soft as he stares back at Gyro's.
"I wouldn't have said yes then." Johnny replies. He can't help but feel a bit embarrassed— Gyro's hands will be roaming his chest , touching and feeling him as he just stares back.
Gyro nods and let's his hand rest at the bottom of Johnny's shirt , he wants to feel his fingers sink into the flesh , maybe have a thumb rub over a nipple and toy with it until it gets hard— he shouldn't be thinking about that.
"Do you mind if I lift this up?" Gyro asks , tugging on the bottom of Johnny's shirt. It's loose and also blue , pretty sheer since he can makeout his chest in the faint light coming from a lantern at the desk.
The blonde shakes his head , swallowing the lump in his throat as he watches Gyro's hand start to tug the shirt up. He could always say no and pull away but— does he really want that? Gyro's fucking gorgeous and he's so funny and such a nice guy to be around— not to mention he's genuine and honest— Gyro's already shoved the shirt over Johnny's chest , near his collar bone and revealing his tits for display.
"These are nice." Gyro says , just staring at them again. Johnny's hands are now near his head , having them rest behind his head as he toys with a free strand of hair.
"Are you going to touch them or not?" Johnny asks , a bit more desperate then he'd like. He just doesn't want to get too embarrassed by Gyro staring at him that he doesn't feel his hands against his body. Johnny bets Gyro is so warm right now.
"Needy aren't we? I don't want to touch you incase I arouse you—" Gyro says with a growing smirk , hand sliding up Johnny's torso.
"Okay I'm not gonna get turned on just cause you grabbed my tit , it takes a lot more than that." Johnny scoffs out. Gyro's hand is warm against his cold skin , he can feel goosebumps rise across his arms and butterflies wake up in his stomach. He wants his hands on his tits already.
"Is that a challenge?" Gyro asks and Johnny can see how the words light a fire in green eyes. He swallows and his mouth feels dry for a second because what the fuck does he mean exactly?
Johnny goes silent as he stares back at his Gyro , he can feel his fingers trail up his chest and brush just underneath one breast. It makes the butterflies flutter a bit more in his stomach , his breath hitching and that familiar heat of arousal pool in his cheeks again.
"Just give me the word and I'll do it. You deserve it Johnny." Gyro says. His eyes are clear , he looks genuine and honest , like the words just roll off his tongue without a pep in his step.
Johnny still doesn't say anything , just swallowing again as he thinks it over. What would happen tomorrow when they woke up? Would Gyro still talk to Johnny or would he leave? He didn't want to think about that , Gyro wanted him here and now and Johnny wasn't going to pass up such an opportunity.
☆
Johnny gives Gyro the green light and he smiles , both hands sliding up to his chest and squeezing the mounds of flesh. They're soft and pliable in his fingers , he can feel Johnny's nipples brush against his palm but he's not sure if they were hard because he was cold earlier or because of his antics now. Doesn't bother Gyro any though.
He scoots a bit closer to Johnny , his face inching closer and closer to the blondes chest. He lets his hands continue to fondle his tits for a bit longer until Gyro can't hold back the urge to kiss them anymore.
He leans over and starts to press soft kisses against his ribcage , moving closer and closer to the center. As Gyro continues to kiss across the blondes chest , his legs slowly start to move over and between Johnny’s legs— surprisingly , the American doesn’t say anything about that.
"You're pretty down here , you know?" Gyro asks , looking up at his friend. His face is all red , cheeks flushed that familiar pink like when they shared their first winter together.
Johnny doesn't respond , just watches Gyro's lips press up against the middle of his chest as he climbs high and higher until he's up to his collarbone. Johnny feels warm and small underneath his hands , he's always liked the size difference.
Gyro's fingers leave the flesh of his tits and start to toy with his nipples , first his thumbs running over the buds just enough to feel them get hard underneath his fingers. His lips gently kiss Johnny's collarbone , pushing the shirt up with his nose as he moves to his neck. There's a moan just loud enough for Gyro to pick up , his fingers now rolling Johnny’s nipples between his fingers.
Gyro's lips suck a hickey into Johnny's collarbone , tongue rolling over the sensitive flesh which pulls another noise from the blonde. After he pulls away , his teeth gently brush the newly formed bruise.
Gyro moves away from Johnny's collarbone and kisses back down his chest again , hands now squeezing his tits again before his kisses start to trail off and go down one of his breasts.
"This alright?" Gyro asks , lips brushing the skin as he looks up at Johnny. His friend cracks open his eyes and blinks a few times before he nods , swallowing.
"Yeah— go ahead." Johnny croaks out , voice cracking as he stares back down at Gyro. God , he wants him so fucking bad he can't put it into words.
Gyro hums against the skin and smiles before he wraps his lips around a nipple , he lets his tongue roll around the bud before he sucks. There's another moan that leaves Johnnys mouth , this one louder than before.
"Gyro— that .. that feels good." Johnny croaks out , a hand dropping onto the Italians back. His nails gently dig into his shirt , balling the fabric up in his fist as he arches his chest out.
Johnny can feel the buzz that runs through his feet and up his legs— very lightly though then up his thighs and finally to his crotch where it makes him wet against his boxers. Johnny's other hand drops ontop of his friends , forcing Gyro's hand to squeeze his chest again before he folds his fingers to play with his nipple again.
He can hear Gyro giggle before he lets his teeth graze the sensitive bud then pull away completely. He moves his mouth to the other nipple , tongue falling out and licking up the bud before he rolls his tongue around it.
Johnny moans louder , head tipping back as his chest rises and falls quicker. If Johnny could , he'd desperately rub his thighs together or maybe jerk his hips up to get Gyro's attention.
His friends mouth latches around the nipple and starts to suck again , tongue flicking over it as he listens and watches Johnny moan and whimper. Gyro feels so lightheaded because all the blood has rushed to his cock , he can feel himself throb against the confines of his sleep pants. He wants Johnny's pussy so bad.
A hand leaves the blondes tit and runs down Johnny's body , squeezing the flesh on his hips , letting his nails rake down his torso or fingers sink into the sweet flesh that is his thighs. He grabs his legs and wraps them around his hips , hopefully Johnny can feel the bulge that presses right against his pussy.
Johnny can feel Gyro's dick against his boxers , he can't grind against him because— well , his legs don't work. A hand climbs up to Gyro's hair , pulling on it so he can pull him away from his tit and make Gyro look into his eyes.
“Move yer hips.” He commands , panting as he looks back at his friend. Gyro smiled , ear to ear as his eyes light up. He follows through Johnny’s command , a hand on the blondes hip to force him down against his cock.
They both moan out loud at the feeling of friction , Johnny’s hand wraps around Gyro’s hair again and he forces his head back down to his tits , Johnny’s other hand grabs onto the others ass to motion for his hips to move again.
Gyro’s lips wrap around his nipple again , sucking just hard enough to pull a noise from the blonde before he lets his tongue flick and roll around the bud again. The Italians hips hump against Johnny’s , he’d rather much have his bare dick against him but removing his clothes now will too much of a hassle.
Gyro moans into Johnny’s chest as he uses his hips to get the both of them off , his own hips rolling up as he forces Johnny’s down in long strokes. He can feel himself start to leak , only imaging the wet spot against his sleep pants.
Gyro pulls away to moan and grunt between Johnny’s tits , his hand squeezing and molding the hip that he has a grip on. The Italians head leans down to look at the two of them , Johnny’s soaked through his boxers.
“You’re soo fucking wet Johnny..” Gyro groans out , hips bucking against him again. Johnny moans out at his words , head tipping back.
He can already feel that knot in his stomach tighten , he hasn’t felt it in so long he always wants to reject it but Johnny can remember why it feels so good. His hand grips Gyro’s ass tighter and tries to pull him closer and maybe a bit faster , he’s already growing to an orgasm anyways.
“Move… feels good.” He hushes out , biting his bottom lip. Gyro shivers at the order , watching the way Johnny’s eyes close in bliss and pleasure , sinking into the pool of it.
Gyro’s head tilts back up to his chest , latching onto a nipple— rather it being the one he just abused or the one he was playing with earlier , didn’t matter because Johnny’s moaning louder now and it makes him throb.
He grunts and moans as he now uses two hands to move Johnny’s hips now , enjoying that he can kind of makeout Johnny’s pussy from beneath his boxers. He groans again as he can feel himself grow closer to an orgasm too , his back arching a bit as he sucks a bit harder on the blondes nipple.
Johnny’s head dips harder into the pillow and he moans louder , fingers digging into the flesh of Gyro’s ass. The Italian grunts in response to the pain. Johnny can feel his breath get stuck in his throat with the more needy he becomes , trying to pathetically match the pace with Gyro’s hips even if he can’t.
“Shit— Gyro—“ Johnny moans out , sputtering as he tries to speak. Gyro pulls away from his chest and lets his face bury itself into the blondes neck , sucking and licking a new bruise.
“I’m sososo close— fuck , cmon.” Johnny moans out , he uses both of his hands on Gyro’s ass to help the other hump against his pussy.
“Cum with me please— m’ so close , mio angelo” Gyro whispers against his neck , lips hot and swollen from biting. Johnny moans out before he grunts , chest rising and falling as he feels himself grow closer and closer.
“Gyro— m’ gonna— fuck , Gyro!” Johnny moans out , his back arches out as his mouth falls open. Johnny’s stiff for a moment , pussy clenching around nothing as he feels his body heat up and his fingers dig hard into the flesh of Gyro’s ass.
Gyro only cums because feeling Johnny’s pussy cum against his cock brings his orgasm closer than he expected. He grunts and whimpers against the blondes neck , his own back arching as their chests press together at the same time , nails pulling Johnny’s hips flush against his own.
There’s a few minutes that pass between them as they come down from their highs , just feeling the others body flush against his skin as they try to slow down and register everything that happened.
Gyro’s the first to say anything between them , pulling himself off of Johnny’s body with a groan.
“I think I prefer this version of you instead. ” Gyro admits , Johnny’s legs hit the bed because he’s not holding onto them. The blondes shirt is still tugged up , chest on display and he can’t help but let his eyes trail back down to his perfect tits.
Johnny’s brows quirk in confusion at the statement , hands grabbing his shirt and tugging it back down over his body when he realizes Gyro is staring.
“What the hell do ya mean?” Johnny asks , clearly out of breath. He’s a bit sore , his spine is aching but that’s a usual occurrence— still sucks because the bed is fucking amazing.
“Not only do you have an amazing ass , you have perfect tits.” Gyro compliments , hands smoothing up Johnny’s side. The American just groans and rolls his eyes , ignoring the smile that’s painted on his friends face.
“But— because I know you have those lingering thoughts , I don’t think of you any differently , you’re still my JoJo.” Gyro hushes out , leaning down to press a kiss a few inches away from the star shaped birthmark resides.