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Samurai's set is up next. Is Johnny even here yet?
The question of the hour. Everyone keeps asking Kerry like he's supposed to know. Probably 'cause they don't wanna go check themselves, just in case Johnny isn't there – or worse, he is.
Kerry is apparently Johnny's designated handler or some shit, though, so it looks like he's gotta be the one to go check on him.
He raps on the door to Johnny's dressing room a few times, before calling out, “Johnny? You in there?” as if Johnny will actually answer him. Naturally, he doesn't. So, with a short sigh to himself, Kerry turns the handle and opens the door.
Johnny is in there. When Kerry comes in, he's sitting down with his legs propped up on a chair and a pretty characteristic look of irritation on his face.
“We're on in 15.” Kerry says flatly, only betraying a hint of annoyance. Johnny gets up with an angry little huff and saunters lazily over to the mirror. He sure as hell doesn't look ready to go onstage.
Kerry could just leave – but the thing is, he really doesn't want to go through all of this again in a few minutes, so he'd rather just make sure right now that Johnny will come out when they get called up.
“Hey, you hear me?” He demands, now getting visibly upset.
“Yeah.” Johnny grunts. He goes to lean over in front of the mirror and takes his sunglasses off, rubbing his face for a moment.
Against what is probably his better judgment, Kerry decides to go over there, letting the door swing shut behind him. “Somethin' wrong?” Kerry asks, crossing his arms as he scrutinizes Johnny.
Johnny turns his head to look at him. His eyes are clear, and he doesn't look strung-out, which is at least sort of promising. If he's high, it's only a little. He does have a look in his eyes, though. There's something up with him, Kerry just can't tell what yet.
Then Johnny lets out a soft sigh, and in a moment he has his hand's on Kerry's hips and is nuzzling at the base of his jaw, pressing warm little kisses along it before moving on to beg at his lips.
Ah, so that's what it is.
Kerry lets Johnny kiss him a few times, but Johnny gets aggressive quick, trying to push his tongue past Kerry's teeth and into his mouth. Kerry doesn't let him, pulling back decisively.
“We don't have time, Johnny.” He asserts. They're supposed to be on stage in fifteen minutes and Kerry doesn't feel like getting dressed again in a rush.
“Just a quickie, Ker.” Mumbles Johnny, pushing up against him insistently. He noses at the side of Kerry's neck and the prickly feeling of his beard brushing that sensitive skin has Kerry breaking out in goosebumps.
Kerry sighs and rolls his eyes, acting like he's going to protest. But, with Johnny now planting hot, wet kisses all over his neck, Kerry doesn't feel like saying no again.
“Jeez, Johnny, did Rogue leave you hanging or something?” He takes a snipe at Johnny, but his voice has already softened significantly from his last statement. Johnny doesn't answer, just growls and rubs his hand up Kerry's thigh, making a beeline for his crotch. That's probably a yes. Johnny cups him, pushing upwards so Kerry feels the friction when he rubs. Kerry grunts. Johnny nips his ear in response.
“Alright, fine – but if we're late, it's your fault.” Kerry finally concedes. He immediately hears Johnny give a satisfied purr.
“That's more like it.” He says, apparently ignoring the last part. Probably tuned out after 'fine'; Johnny's not particularly patient to begin with, and he gets even more impatient when he's horny. Having gotten Kerry's permission, he pushes the other man's back against the wall, laying a heavy, needy kiss onto his lips. Kerry kisses back this time, now reveling in how voraciously Johnny explores his mouth. He fumbles with Kerry's belt buckle while he chews his bottom lip. Kerry can hear how hard he's breathing already, feel how hot his body is. There's something so sexy about Johnny when he's like this, all hot and bothered. He turns almost primal, all instinct, and he knows just how to get someone else down to that level.
Johnny manages to get both Kerry's belt unbuckled and fly open, mouth still focused on kissing. He celebrates by promptly shoving his hand down Kerry's pants and going straight for his pussy, nudging his clit just enough to tease him before running up and down his lips a few times. Kerry moans through their kiss and threads his fingers through Johnny's hair. “So good for me, Ker.” Johnny murmurs all low and sultry into his ear. Damn, Kerry loves it when Johnny talks dirty to him – and Johnny sure as hell knows that. “Fuck, you're just what I needed.”
Johnny rubs Kerry harder for a sec, then quickly gets impatient again and switches his focus towards yanking Kerry's pants down. Kerry helps Johnny undress him, getting the cue and stepping out of his pants and underwear as soon as they're down around his ankles. No sooner is he stripped from the waist down then Johnny grabs his ass and kisses him again. This time he spins Kerry around, steps him back towards the center of the room. He's more then ready for it when Johnny guides him to the floor, hardly even taking a moment's pause from kissing him hard.
Kerry wraps his legs around Johnny as the other man keeps kissing him on the floor. His hands run up Johnny's back, over his muscular shoulders, and through his thick, feathered hair. Johnny coyly slips a hand between Kerry's legs again, stroking his clit. Kerry is instantly moaning under his touch, his hips trying to buck off the floor to thrust against Johnny's fingers. In response, Johnny starts doing it even harder.
“Yeah, Johnny.” Kerry pants, biting his lip as his eyes roll back and he keeps thrusting into Johnny's hand. Johnny smirks at him, sliding two fingers inside Kerry's cunt and immediately fucking him hard and fast. Kerry is already wet, but he can feel himself getting even wetter as Johnny fingers him roughly.
“You like that, huh?” Growls Johnny.
“Y-yeah, fuck.” Kerry moans loudly. His legs tighten around Johnny's back, squeezing like he's trying to constrict him.
“Yeah, I know you like it rough, you dirty bitch.” Johnny spits. Kerry hums an agreement. Johnny peppers Kerry with kisses again as he gives a few slow, sharp thrusts of his fingers before finally pulling out. By the time he stops, Kerry is dripping wet, and he can feel his clit throb, aching for more attention. Johnny obviously takes note of how wet he is, as he sits back on his knees and slides his fingers into his mouth, giving them one satisfying suck to lick all of Kerry's slick off. “Taste so good.” Johnny swears.
“Yeah?” Kerry whines in response. He leans up to kiss Johnny again, but this spell is brief. Johnny is still impatient, and time isn't exactly on their side. Johnny sits back to undo his belt and his fly, and Kerry props himself up on his elbows to watch.
Johnny's zipper comes open in a split second and he shuffles his pants down a little, letting Kerry can see the bulge of his packing in the front of his underwear. For most people, it's not much to get excited about; Johnny typically packs himself with a rolled-up pair of his old socks. Kerry's eyes are positively glued there, though, as he watches Johnny rub the artificial bulge a few times before pulling off his underwear. He grasps the packing in one hand and Kerry expects what's coming next.
Johnny pushes the bunched-up socks into Kerry's mouth, letting him bite down, kneading them there while Kerry drinks in the smells of Johnny's sweat and his cunt. Fuck, he loves it.
Johnny isn't in the mood to linger for long, though. He lets go of the packing after a second and Kerry lets it fall out of his mouth, returning his attention to Johnny as the other man wrestles his pants and his boxer briefs off at the same time. He kicks them off quickly and then sits up on his knees again.
Kerry's eyes go immediately to his groin – and Johnny's hand follows not long after. Kerry can see his hard, swollen clit right beneath that blaze of black hair; fuck, if they had all the time in the world he'd bury his face right there, cradle his head between those thick, muscular thighs and lick and suck and kiss him until he came, then move on to his pretty little puckered asshole while his fingers worked Johnny's cunt.
“Fuck, you got me so hard, baby.” Johnny's voice is tight as he strokes his clit. “So hard and fuckin' wet for you.” His hips swivel and his silver fingers glitter entrancingly as he rubs himself, using his other hand to ruck up his tank top. It's obvious enough that Johnny was already horny before Kerry even got here, but he doesn't doubt that Johnny's erection and wet pussy are now devoted entirely to him.
Johnny manages to tear himself away from masturbating and threads one of his legs between Kerry's, lifting Kerry's opposite leg so he can get their cunts to line up with one another. The first touch of friction has Johnny's hips going right away. Kerry can feel that Johnny is just as wet as he is; they're both so slick that they glide against each other without much difficulty at all.
“Fuck, Johnny, fuck me.” Whimpers Kerry. He sees Johnny's teeth flash as he growls. So fucking sexy when he's like this, all riled up and dominant.
“Yeah, you want me to fuck you, huh?” Johnny murmurs, pressing down on Kerry as he humps him faster. He's clearly taking his encouragement to heart. “Fuck your pussy just like that?” He hisses, groaning as his ability to repress his sounds of his pleasure slips away.
“Yes, yes...” Kerry moans, not even trying to keep himself quiet. “God, just like that.” He pants. He can't thrust up against Johnny very well from his position, but that's not stopping him from trying.
His movements are rubbing Kerry's clit all over Johnny's hot wet lips and against his own stiff clit. It's so fucking good. Kerry just lets his head fall back against the floor and moans and moans while Johnny goes at it. He's in total control, with Kerry pinned underneath him, fucking him senseless – and Kerry is loving every moment of it.
He's gripping Kerry's leg hard enough it'll probably leave bruises, but Kerry is far beyond caring. They're all pretzeled up with each other and Kerry is lying on the floor anyway, so a little more discomfort doesn't matter. Johnny's nostrils flare as he pants, his dark brown eyes flickering between Kerry's face and his wet pussy as it slides beneath his own. Kerry can hear his dogtags clinking rhythmically against each other as they bump against his chest with every thrust. Johnny slows down a little, not able to take it for a few moments, then speeds up again.
“Ohh, Johnny, keep going.” Begs Kerry. “Don't stop, god, don't stop.” He doesn't really need to plead; Johnny's sure as hell not gonna fucking stop, but Kerry can't even bear the thought. Fuck, he's getting close.
Kerry thrusts upwards as well as he can, trying desperately to give even a fraction as good as he's getting. He can feel Johnny's juices running down his thighs – or maybe they're his own, or maybe it doesn't matter because they're both so wet and leaking all over each other. “You fuckin' like that?” Johnny spits, like he's reading Kerry's mind and knows how turned on he is by how fucking wet they both are.
“Yes.” Keens Kerry. He reaches up and grabs Johnny by his thigh, just to touch him, to feel a little more of him. “I love it, Johnny; I'm gonna cum.”
“Yeah?” Johnny sounds like he's taunting him, but Kerry knows he's way too close to tease. Thank God for small favors – or whoever. “Gonna cum for me?” Johnny asks. Fuck, he looks so gorgeous; Kerry can see him sweating, his hair is mussed and wild, and his expression is all but triumphant, underlain by nothing but pure animal lust. Kerry puffs out a flurry of breathy yeahs as Johnny rides him closer and closer to his climax.
“Johnny.” He groans. He's right on the edge now, every sloppy wet thrust against his pussy bringing him closer than ever thought possible. But he wants to hear Johnny say it, command him to cum.
“Love it when you say my name.” Is what Johnny says instead, putting an unbearably smug grin on his face. Kerry whines miserably.
Johnny knows what he wants, though. And he's not quite as cruel as he seems. With as much of a chuckle as he can muster, Johnny continues, “Yeah, say my name while you cum for me, baby.”
Now it's Kerry's turn to give Johnny what he wants. He gasps and fires off Johnny's name like a machine gun, putting all the muscle he can into grinding up against Johnny's hot cunt while he cums. “That's it.” He hears Johnny pant over his own moans. Then Johnny groans, still humping Kerry hard through his orgasm. “Ah, you're gonna make me cum too.” He mutters.
“Fuck yes, cum on my fucking pussy, Johnny.” Kerry manages to spit out. He's dizzy and his body feels feverish, still reeling with the last waves of his climax, and Johnny hasn't slowed down at all. He's still pounding Kerry's oversensitive pussy with thrust after thrust, but Kerry can't stop bucking his hips erratically, still strung up on the aftershocks.
“Ohh yeah, Ker – shit, I'm cumming!” Johnny thrusts as fast as he can for a second or two and then slows, leaning his head back and freeing his voice. His whole fucking cunt throbs, his face contorts, and Kerry can even picture the way his abs go taut under that bulletproof vest. God, Johnny is so perfect. Kerry couldn't imagine a more beautiful man if he tried. Fuck, if he wasn't just barely over his orgasm he would've cum again.
Johnny all but collapses on top of him, finally letting Kerry's leg down and allowing them to separate from each other. Kerry groans softly. His pussy is still pulsing and he's covered in slick, but he's feeling satisfied. They relax there for a moment, until Johnny gets restless again and starts kissing Kerry. It's not so needy this time, though, not insistent or hungry, just messy and aimless.
Johnny slithers down Kerry's body, until he's perched like a cat about to pounce with his face near Kerry's navel. He rubs the outside of one of Kerry's thighs tenderly, but he's got a bit of mischief left in his eyes.
“Mm, you're covered in cum, baby.” Johnny remarks. He gently rubs two metal fingers over Kerry's soaked cunt, chewing his lip as he marvels at how messy he got. “Want me to clean you up?”
Kerry's eyes all but roll back in his head. He knows what Johnny means, and even just the thought of having Johnny's mouth on him after all that is almost too much for him. Despite that, he's about to say yes when someone knocks on the door.
“We're on in five.” Nancy's voice barks from the other side. “You two better get your pants on.”
Well, so much for the afterglow. She is right, though. Johnny, however, ignores her warning, murmuring, “Gotta clean you up first.” and leaving a kiss right below Kerry's navel.
“Johnny.” Says Kerry sternly. The tone of his voice is enough to stop Johnny in his tracks. Doesn't stop him from giving Kerry a longing look as he lifts his head, though. Kerry knows letting Johnny lick him clean would only serve to make one or both of them horny again, and they really don't have time this time.
Johnny smirks. “Alright.” He repents. “After the show.”