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“Unbelievable.”
Johnny has just hung up the station phone and is standing with his hands on his hips facing the wall. He had said something about calling Nancy, whoever that is. Roy wasn’t really paying attention, he usually tried to ignore Johnny when he talked about his woman of the week.
“Absolutely unbelievable.” Johnny says again shaking his head.
Roy is flipping through the newspaper and eating one half of his ham sandwich at the station table. He knows he doesn’t have to ask to find out whats wrong with Johnny, the man never keeps anything to himself for long. So he sits quietly and waits for Johnny to come out with whatever he’s upset about this time.
“You know Roy,” Johnny turns to face him, “women these days are completely unappreciative.”
“Why’s that.” Roy asks taking a bite of his sandwich.
“They’re never satisfied. That’s their problem. You give and you give and it’s never good enough.” Johnny continues, not really answering Roy’s question.
Roy continues reading his paper, not interested in what exactly Johnny is “giving” to all these women. Well, that’s not true, he is interested, he just wishes it was him Johnny was giving it to.
“I took Nancy, you know the new nurse from pediatrics, Nancy Taylor. Any way, I took her out to a real nice place last night Roy, the nicest restaurant in L.A. county even!” Johnny sits down beside Roy, stealing the other half of his sandwich. Roy just rolls his eyes, use to the thievery. “She comes back to my place and everything goes as expected. She spends the night, I get up to come into work, she says call me later, I say, okay. The usual.”
“Yeah, and.” Roy half heartedly asks, still trying to focus on his news paper.
“So I call her just now, and she says she was just being nice when she said to call her! Says she didn’t really want to see me again!” Johnny says around a mouth full of stolen sandwich. Roy gave up trying to teach him manners a long time ago.
“Then…” he points Roy’s pilfered sandwich at him. …. “here’s the crazy part Roy. Then I ask her why, what happened? I thought we had a great time ya know.” Johnny stuffs another bite into his mouth. “She says, get this Roy, that I’m a bad kisser!”
Roy looks at him over his paper.
“Can you believe that?” Johnny finishes the sandwich. Shaking his head in disbelief.
“She said you’re a bad kisser?” Roy’s a little shocked to be honest. He’s thought about kissing Johnny a lot. Like, every time he looks at Johnny, a lot. He figures Johnny kisses like he does anything else, all in, wild, and all consuming. Roy thinks he would enjoy that very much.
“Yeah!” Johnny seems even more fidgety than normal, which is a sign he’s taking this harder than he’s letting on.
“She was probably just trying to get under your skin, Junior.” Roy soothes.
“No, I think she meant it.” Now Johnny looks a little sad, and Roy definitely doesn’t like that.
“C’mon Johnny, you’ve never had any complaints before.” Roy tries again.
Johnny looks at him, eyebrows drawn. “Ya know, you’re right! Zero complaints. I’ve got nothing to worry about.” He holds his arms out in typical Johnny fashion and smiles a broad confident smile.
Roy returns his smile and goes back to his paper, he hopes that’s the end of it. He thinks about kissing Johnny enough, he doesn’t need to talk about it too.
“But…” Johnny starts until he’s interrupted by the alarm tones.
“Let’s go Casanova.” Roy says, running to the bay and jumping in the drivers seat, his partner next to him where he belongs.
It ends up being a rescue over the side of a rocky cliff. Not their first and probably not their last. He and Johnny where quick and efficient as always. The perfect team. The victim had a head injury but Roy was sure they got to him in time. He was pleased with another successful rescue, but he was already bone tired and it was just their first run of the shift.
At the hospital they restock their kit and stop for coffee and a chat with Dix as usual.
“Dix, it just doesn’t make any sense,” Johnny whines, “why would she say that if she didn’t mean it?”
“I don’t know, maybe she just made it up because she couldn’t think of any other excuse.” Dixie tries.
“Yeah, maybe it was really something a lot worse and she thought saying you where a bad kisser was kinder.” Roy adds teasingly.
He loves to tease Johnny, his face is always priceless when he tries to work out if Roy really means it or not. The face he is giving him now doesn’t disappoint. Roy sips his coffee to hide his smirk.
“C’mon Junior, let’s get back.” Roy nods at Dixie and smiles when she winks back at him. She knows what Roy has to deal with when it comes to Johnny. “Squad 51 available.” He adds into the radio.
When they get back to the station Roy is starving. All he had eaten was the half of a ham sandwich he had made hours ago. He is more than ready for some of caps not so great chili.
Johnny and Roy both go straight to the cabinet for a bowl when they enter the kitchen. They knew better than to waste any time, knowing they could be called back out at any minute.
“If you’re going for the chili boys, I’m afraid it’s all gone.” Hank Stanley informed them.
“What?” Roy couldn’t have heard him correctly. “Cap there was a whole big pot when we left.”
“Sorry boys, we had some unexpected visitors and they wiped us out.” Cap shrugs.
“Who?” Johnny asks incredulously.
“Well, we had a surprise inspection, I’d rather not talk about it if you fellas don’t mind.” Captain Stanley had clearly had a bad afternoon.
“I guess I’ll have another ham sandwich then.” Roy grumbles.
“Uh, we might be outta bread too.” Captain Stanley hid his face behind the newspaper Roy had been reading earlier.
“Seriously?” Johnny looks as defeated as Roy feels.
“I tell ya what, you boys go ahead and get something out, stay available of course, but it won’t hurt to go grab a bite to eat somewhere close to the station.” Captain Stanley encourages.
Roy is so grateful to have Hank Stanley as a captain, he really tries to take care of his guys.
“C’mon Roy, let’s go to that diner down the street, a burger and fries sound pretty good, and they’re usually pretty quick.” Johnny says as he walks back out to the squad.
Roy thanks the captain and slides into the seat beside his best friend. “A burger does sound pretty good.” He says and starts the engine.
When they arrive at the diner it’s packed. They barely find a parking spot and there is only one seat open in the whole place. Roy’s stomach growls in aggravation.
“Let’s just order to go and we can go up to the lookout to eat, what do ya say pally?” Johnny asks clapping Roy on the shoulder.
It wouldn’t be the first time they had taken a meal to the lookout. It was close enough to the station to still get to any call quickly, but far enough away to have a little privacy and a much needed breather. Plus, it was a beautiful place where they could pretend all was right with L.A County. But, most importantly, Roy muses, he will have Johnny all to himself for a bit.
“Yeah, okay.” Roy agrees.
They order and have their food pretty quick considering the crowd, and head to the lookout. Roy parks in a shaded spot that is off the main road and out of the view of passing traffic.
The sound Johnny makes when he takes his first bite of burger is sinful. Roy can feel his pants get a bit tighter just from that noise alone. This was not the first time Roy had to adjust an awkward boner because of Johnny. It happens more frequently than he would care to admit. It seems to happen at the most random times too. He wiggles in his seat a bit and clears his throat. “Good?” He asks.
“Better than sex, pally.” Johnny says around a mouth full of cheeseburger.
“You’re having the wrong kind of sex then.” Roy says flatly. “But you’re right, this burger is incredible.”
They eat the rest of their meal in silence, which is saying a lot for Johnny. They are both starving and probably could have eaten a truck full of burgers together.
Johnny finishes first and laments the fact that he is finished so soon. He even tries to steal one of Roy’s fries before he slaps his hand away. Roy relents though when Johnny fakes a look of hurt and gives him the four or five fries he has left.
Roy finishes the last of his burger and washes it down with his still cold coke. It takes him a second to realize Johnny has been quite for a bit too long, that is never a good sign. When he looks over at his partner he’s staring out of the window looking lost in thought.
“What is it, Junior,” Roy asks a little warily. He can’t think of anything he has done, but that doesn’t always mean Johnny isn’t mad at him for something.
“Huh? Oh, nothin’” Johnny mumbles.
“C’mon John, out with it.”
Another moment of silence passes but then Johnny sighs. “Do you really think I’m a bad kisser?” Johnny asks, head still turned toward the window not looking at Roy.
“Well, I’ve never kissed you, so I wouldn’t know.” He means it as a joke, but it still hurts a little to say out loud, the truth of the statement reminding him of what he can never have.
Johnny did look at him then, chewing on his bottom lip, his face more contemplative than Roy would have expected after a joke. That look scares Roy more often than not. It usually means Johnny is coming up with some crazy idea or plan that wouldn’t turn out well for either of them.
“Would you?” Johnny says, so quietly Roy almost doesn’t hear him.
Roy swallows, he has a feeling he knows where this is going. “Would I what?” He asks, a combination of hope and fear settling in his stomach.
Johnny looks at him blankly. Roy feels like he is assessing weather he should continue on with the question, or make a joke out of it. He can see in Johnny’s face the moment he makes the decision.
“Would you kiss me?” Johnny says, probably less casually than he was aiming for. “I mean, then I would know for sure, I wouldn’t be in misery wondering if what Nancy said was true.” He adds.
Roy just stares at him for a minute. He is joking right? He has to be joking. Roy had came up with at least a million different scenarios in which he might get to kiss Johnny. This, this is not one of them.
“Why me? I mean, why don’t you get one of the nurses you’re always after to tell you.” Roy says, not quite managing to keep all of the jealousy out of his voice. Thankfully johnny doesn’t seem to notice.
“C’mon Roy, you know they’re not gonna tell me the truth.” He looks back out the window and takes a deep breath, in a quite voice he says, “you’re the only one I would trust to be honest about it.”
He is serious. Johnny Gage wants to kiss him and for Roy to tell him if he is any good at it or not. Holy hell. This could not be real.
On one hand Roy has been waiting on this kind of opportunity for 7 long years. On the other hand, this isn’t the way he wanted it to happen. He always pictured them colliding together after a bad run where they almost got killed, or after a drunken night of watching football at Johnny’s place, or maybe even on one of their camping trips. He wanted it to mean something though, to be because they both wanted it to happen. He didn’t want it to be because Johnny needed reassurance so he could go on kissing his never ending string of women.
Then again, the fantasy of Johnny actually being his one day was never going to happen. Maybe he should just take what he could get. Roy was never going to get the opportunity to taste Johnny’s lips ever again, he was sure about that. That too though, the knowing and never having again. To commit the feeling of Johnny’s fast talking mouth on his own, to know how his tongue feels sliding along his, how they fit together, and then to only have the memory to survive on for the rest of his life… Well, that might actually be the end of Roy DeSoto.
He must have waited too long to reply because Johnny is fidgety and is starting to backtrack.
“Nevermind, Roy, that was stupid, I’m just not thinking right. Nancy just has me all messed up, ya know.” He gave a huff that was supposed to have been a laugh, but just sounded like panic to Roy.
“Johnny.”
“I mean, I probably ate too fast too, indigestion and…and stuff.”
“Johnny!” Roy says more firmly.
Johnny finally stops talking, but still doesn’t look at Roy, his eyes glued to the floorboard. It really took a lot for Johnny to ask this. He is obviously really upset that he might be gaining a reputation as a terrible kisser. He is right too, just about any other woman would lie to him about it, or at least, Johnny wouldn’t really know if they where lying or not. But he trusts Roy. He will do this for his best friend, even if it burns Roy alive in the process.
“I’ll do it.” Roy says softly.
“What?” Johnny looks at him then. Shock written all over his face. But there is something a little hopeful there too.
“I’ll kiss you, or, let you kiss me I guess, you’re the one being judged here.” Roy tries a laugh but it sounds weak to his own ears.
When Johnny doesn’t move or say anything Roy starts to worry. He clears his throat. “But if you’ve changed your mind, I get it.”
“No! No, I haven’t. I…you‘ll be completely honest with me, even if it’s bad right?” Johnny sounds a bit nervous and maybe a bit cautious. Like Roy is going to laugh right in his face and call him an idiot.
“Of course, that’s the point isn’t it?” Roy needs the reminder for himself really. All he needs is to get carried away and embarrass himself.
“Right.” Johnny said, and Roy has the distinct feeling he has said something wrong.
They both sit silently for a moment. Roy’s stomach is in knots. Maybe he should back out, nothing good can come of this right? He will either accidentally let Johnny know his true feelings and maybe even ruin their friendship. Or, and this may be worse, he won’t be able to live without being able to kiss Johnny whenever he wants.
He opens his mouth to say maybe this isn’t a good idea when Johnny scoots closer. He moves to the middle of the seat, left arm thrown on the back of the bench, and body twisted to face Roy. He can feel Johnny’s body heat, can smell the enticingly familiar smell of his partner. Roy’s fingers itch to touch him, to pull him in close.
Roy is tense and he can tell Johnny is too. But he can also tell by the look on Johnny’s face how determined he is. There is no getting out of this now, he thinks. Johnny has an idea and he is going to see it through. Roy has seen that look on Johnny’s face too often to not know what it means.
“Before we…I need you to promise me that it won’t be weird between us after.” Johnny motions between them with his hand.
“Uh, yeah. Not weird.” Roy says unconvincingly.
He is trying very hard not to stare at Johnny’s mouth, but knowing what is coming makes it even harder than before. He wants those lips on his, needs them really. His heart is beating out of his chest and if he wasn’t a paramedic he might think he was having a heart attack.
“Okay.” Johnny said, wiggling even closer. “I’m…I’m just gonna do it alright.” He licks his lips.
“Okay.” He breaths out, and Roy isn’t sure Johnny even heard him it’s so low. He is definitely looking at Johnny’s lips now, slightly parted and a bit shiny where he had licked them. Oh god, this was actually going to happen.
“Okay.” Johnny says again, just as quite. He lifts his right hand to Roy’s face and Roy struggles not to lean into it.
Johnny starts to lean in slowly and Roy flicks his gaze up from Johnny’s lips to look at dark chestnut eyes. They are laser focused on Roy’s own lips, and that focus causes liquid heat to travel down his spine and right to his cock.
It feels like Johnny is in slow motion, every second like a short eternity. It’s maddening, and completely unacceptable in Roy’s opinion. When he is almost to Roy’s lips, Roy can’t take it anymore, he shuts his eyes and moves forward to close the distance before he can stop himself.
Johnny’s lips are soft and a bit wet, and his bottom lip fits perfectly between Roy’s. The kiss is tentative, slow, barely any movement at first. Roy expects to be pushed away at any moment, unable to believe his kiss is actually welcome. He can feel Johnny’s fingers trembling against his face, his touch light and cautious. His own are still in his lap, still aching to explore the unknown parts of Johnny Gage.
Feeling a little bolder, Roy sucks lightly on Johnny’s bottom lip and is rewarded with a quite, but encouraging, groan. Roy tilts his head slightly to the right, grazing his tongue along the seam of Johnny’s lips, he gasps and opens his mouth letting Roy in. The first touch of his tongue to Johnny’s is electric. He explores Johnny’s mouth, needing desperately to learn this previously unknown part of his best friend.
He can’t help but hum in approval when Johnny slides the hand he had on Roys face to the back of his neck, his fingers just grazing his hairline. His own hands slide around Johnny’s thin waste unable to keep them to himself any longer. Johnny’s other hand finds it’s way to Roy’s shoulder then slides to his back, pulling him just a little closer.
Roy has no idea how long they stay like that, seconds, minutes, hell, they may have missed the whole rest of their shift for all Roy knows. He could live happily in this moment forever, Johnny’s mouth pliant and soft under his, letting Roy taste and explore.
It’s Johnny who pulls back first, ending the kiss. Roy lets a sound of disappointment slip through his teeth, already saddened by the loss of the lips he thought he would never touch. He’s about to steal himself for the inevitable feeling of loss when he realizes Johnny is still holding him close, still right there in his space. Johnny’s dark eyes are even darker than usual, his face is flush, his breathing heavier than normal, and his lips are kiss swollen and wet. Roy has never seen anything more beautiful in his life. The thought of Johnny being affected by Roy’s kiss, even a little, has Roy fighting to hold in a predatory growl. “Mine.” He thinks.
“I uh…” Johnny sounds horse and a little wrecked and man does that do things to Roy. “ I…I’m suppose to be the one kissing you remember.”
Shit. Roy felt his face heat at that. “Uh, yeah, sorry, just habit I guess.”
“S’okay. Can, can we try again?” Johnny asks a little hesitantly. Like Roy isn’t considering living the rest of his life attached to Johnny’s lips.
All Roy can do is nod his head, overwhelmed with the knowledge that he gets to kiss Johnny a second time. Johnny is quick to put his lips back on Roy’s, like he is afraid Roy is going to change his mind if he hesitates. This time, Johnny guides Roy with hands on each side of his face, manipulating Roy to get a better angle. Johnny slides his hand back to Roy’s hair and tugs lightly, causing Roy to open his mouth with a gasp, allowing Johnny entrance and their tongues to tangle once again.
Roy has to fight against himself to let Johnny lead the kiss, it isn’t something he is used to, giving up control. As soon as he consciously gives up fighting Roy is lost. Johnny is an incredible kisser, insistent but sweet , slow and with the right amount of pressure. Roy feels like Johnny is trying to savor him, like a decadent dessert that you knew you couldn’t have much of. It is without a doubt the best kiss Roy has ever had. What in the hell had that woman been talking about? She couldn’t have been talking about John Gage.
Johnny coaxes Roy’s tongue into his mouth and sucks on it lightly. Roy can’t hold back a moan at that, and his cock goes from hard to aching in an instant. His hands on Johnnys back tightened and he pulls him impossibly closer. Johnny doesn’t resist, just melts even more into Roy.
The longer they kiss the needier Roy becomes. He’s dizzy with want, can no longer restrain himself from giving as good as he’s getting. His hands find their way to Johnny’s soft hair and his fingers tangle and tighten in the dark feathered layers.
“Fuck.” Johnny moans, breaking the kiss. The sound is so beautiful that Roy almost cums in his pants right there. He did that to Johnny, made him sound wanton and needy.
“Sorry, sorry, I…I didn’t…” Roy is breathing hard. He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Johnny is leaning back in, kissing him again. This kiss is much harder, more desperate and heated. Their teeth hit together and it’s too wet, but it doesn’t matter. Roy’s hands can’t seem to settle in one place, every part of Johnny is worth committing to memory. They’re both frantically touching and pulling at each other. Hungry for more.
Johnny is just at needy as Roy, he’s trying to pull Roy closer, but it’s impossible. The awkward angle and steering wheel is too hard to work around.
Roy breaks the kiss just long enough to recommend a change in position, “here, come here, like this.” He can barely get the words out he’s breathing so hard. He scoots closer into the middle of the squad while hauling Johnny effortlessly into his lap. It’s a tight fit for two full grown men, but they make it work. When Johnny is fully seated in his lap, Roy pulls him back into the kiss, and god, this is so much better.
Roy is quick to continue his exploration of Johnny’s body. He can feel all the muscles in Johnny’s back as he moves and strains against Roy. Feeling the strength in his deceivingly thin thighs has Roy’s head spinning. His hands find Johnny’s perfect ass, and suddenly everything intensifies. The deep growling moan that comes from Johnny has Roy pulling him in tight, causing their straining cocks to come into contact.
“Oh, god. Fuck.” Roy knows he sounds completely gone, but right now he doesn’t care. “Johnny, I…” the small amount of friction his cock is getting between the layers of their clothes is just enough to drive Roy completely insane.
“Roy.” Johnny whines and grinds his hips down hard causing Roy to see stars.
“Ahh…Johnny.” He breaths out roughly, throwing his head back on a particularly fantastic thrust. Johnny is quick to attack Roy’s jaw and neck, trailing wet hot kisses as far down as he can reach. Roy tries to lean even further back to allow him better access, but is stopped by the cabs rear window. Embarrassingly, he hears himself whine when johnny licks his pulse point, and he squeezes Johnny’s ass even harder.
The friction on Roy’s cock is too much, he’s going to cum right here in his uniform pants. That thought has reality coming back to Roy in a flash. Fuck, his uniform, they are on call, in the squad, out in the open where anyone can see if they happened upon them.
“Joh….oh god.” Another exquisite roll of Johnny’s hips. Roy needs him to stop, but he really doesn’t want to, god that is the last thing he wants. “J…Johnny, you…you gotta stop.”
Johnny stills and goes completely rigid. He sits as far back as the space allows “Right, yeah, sorry, I…I guess I got carried away. Sorry.” He is panicking and Roy can see it.
“No, Johnny. “ Roy grabs his arms before he can retreat completely. “I just… I mean…I was gonna cum in my pants and…and I don’t know how I would explain that when we get back to the station.” Roy explains, heat filling his face at the confession.
“You where gonna…the station.” Roy sees the realization cross Johnny’s face. “Yeah, right. That could be…awkward.”
“Yeah.” Roy sighs. Awkward is an understatement.
“I, um, might have a solution for that.” Johnny tries a crooked smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Roy can tell he is trying to sound more confident than he actually feels, but it’s clear Johnny is terrified that what he is suggesting will send Roy running.
“A solution?” Roy swallows, he needed to make sure Johnny is actually offering what he hopes he’s offering.
Instead of answering, Johnny takes Roy’s hand and brings it to his lips, never taking his eyes off Roy’s. Roy is sure his heart has stopped beating, certain that he is no longer breathing. Then, Johnny takes one of Roys fingers into his mouth and sucks.
“Fuck.” Roy breaths out harshly, watching Johnny take his finger all the way to the knuckle.
“I….yeah…yeah, that’s a great solution I think.”
Johnny pulls Roy’s finger from his mouth and Roy moans at the loss. “What? Really?” Johnny asks like he does when he can’t believe Roy is agreeing to one of his crazy schemes.
“Uh, yeah, but, only if you want to.” Roy really, really, hopes he wants to.
Johnny doesn’t waste time in answering, he climbs off of Roy’s lap, less than gracefully, and directs Roy into a position that leaves him up against the drivers side door with one leg stretched out onto the seat. Roy watches as Johnny’s trembling fingers worked at his belt and pants. His breathing has picked back up and he is ready to slap Johnny’s hands away and do it himself when the pressure on his cock finally eases, his pants open.
Johnny sits back a little and stares at Roy’s clothed cock, his erection obvious through his underwear, and a wet spot in the center from their earlier activities. Johnny’s eye are hooded and he looks dazed, but hungry, and if he doesn’t get his mouth on Roy right this second, Roy is gonna lose his mind.
“God, Johnny. Please.” Roy begs.
Johnny seems to snap out of his daze and gets back to work, rubbing Roy’s cock through his underwear. God he would love to feel those long fingers wrapped around him. But that’s not what Johnny had offered.
“J..Johnny, I…god…..I’m not gonna last if you keep doin’ that.” Roy says.
“Right.” Johnny whispers. He moves his fingers to Roy’s waste band and looks up into Roy’s eyes in question. Roy understands that Johnny still doesn’t fully believe him, believe that Roy would allow him to do this.
“Please.” He says gently. That is all the confirmation Johnny needs. He pulls Roy’s underwear down enough to free his aching cock, the air cool on the newly exposed skin, making him shiver.
“God, Roy. I…you’re…” Johnny is clearly at a loss for words and Roy can’t believe it was him that has put Johnny in his current state.
Roy opens his mouth to get Johnny moving again, but is cut off by Johnny’s tongue licking a long hot stripe up Roy’s straining cock. “Fuuuck.” He moans and his head hits the glass behind him hard. It doesn’t matter though, Johnny is looking at Roy now with wide eyes and a smug grin. He is going to be the death of Roy, he just knows it.
“Like that did ya?” Johnny teases. His usual confidence returning.
“I’d like it a lot more if you would…” Roy is cut off again, this time by Johnny’s hot, slick mouth around the head of his cock. Roy doesn’t know if the way Johnny is lightly sucking at his tip will be what kills him, or just the downright sinful look of Johnny Gage with his cock in his mouth.
“Johnny, fuck, I’m..I’m not gonna last. You look too good like that.” Roy scratches out, closing his eyes.
Johnny pulls off his cock abruptly and Roy almost cries. “Wha..” He opens his eyes and looks down at Johnny who is staring at him.
“Eyes on me, Roy.” And good lord how is Roy suppose to hold anything together after that.
“Johnny..I can’t..”
Johnny puts his mouth back on Roy, this time taking as much of him in as he can manage. Roy moans and squirms, but keeps his eyes firmly on Johnny. “God, he is so beautiful,” Roy thinks. He wants to tell him but can’t catch his breath long enough to get the words out. So instead, he tenderly brushes a stray strand of hair from Johnny’s forehead and threads his fingers gently into his gorgeous mop of hair. He thinks Johnny understands what he is trying to say when he closes his eyes briefly and hums around Roy’s cock, causing Roy to shudder and exhale harshly. When they open again there’s something deeper in them that Roy can’t describe, but knows he needs to see again.
The scorching heat in Roy’s belly is threatening to overwhelm him and he knows he only has seconds before it will overtake him. He tugs gently on Johnny’s hair in warning.
“Johnny…m’gonna…” Roy feels Johnny suck hard on his cock once more and then he’s cumming down Johnny’s throat. He can feel every time Johnny swallows, drawing his orgasm out even longer. Roy is sure he hasn’t came that hard since he was a teenager.
When Roy comes back to himself it is to the sight of Johnny frantically trying to get his own pants open. He has just managed to get his cock out and to stroke it once before Roy is grabbing his hand.
“No, I wanna do it.” Roy’s words feel slow and thick in his mouth, but he means it. He wants this, wants Johnny.
“Nngg, Roy…I can’t…so close…I…” Johnny is breathing so hard Roy worries he is going to hyperventilate on him, and boy, wouldn’t explaining that to Brackett be interesting.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Johnny. I’ve got you, Let me take care of you.” Roy pushes Johnny back so he is laying in the same position as Roy had been on the other side of the squad. He looks down at Johnny’s straining cock and wishes he had more time to tease and learn what really drives Johnny crazy. But Johnny is clearly on the edge and Roy wants to taste him so badly it’s a physical ache in his chest.
Johnny wasn’t kidding about being close, as soon as Roy gets his lips on his cock and slides them down and back up once, Johnny goes off like a rocket. Pulling at Roy’s hair roughly and groaning Roy’s name.
Roy has never done this before so he is a little surprised by the taste and texture filling his mouth. He concentrates on swallowing and is relieved that he doesn’t choke. He continues to lightly suck and lick at Johnny until he jerks with oversensitivity.
“Roy…I didn’t think you…god that was incredible.” Johnny is slumped in the seat like he has melted there. His hair is a mess, his cheeks flush and his lips swollen and red. Roy wishes he had a camera so he could capture this moment forever. He can’t resist giving Johnny a quick peck on the lips. Johnny hums and tries to chase Roys mouth as he pulls away.
Roy sits up and they are both quiet while they try to make themselves presentable. Roy’s head is swimming with thoughts of what had just happened. He had spent so long dreaming of something like this, it didn’t seem real, like he would wake up any minute, disappointed and longing for something untouchable, like he has done so many times before.
When he looks over at his partner, Johnny is already looking back at him. He’s chewing on his bottom lip and looks completely shaken, and like he expects Roy to reprimand him for something. There’s something vulnerable in Johnny’s face. Something that tells Roy he needs to handle this delicately.
“Well,” Roy says, still breathing a little harder than normal. “I think it’s safe to say, Nancy Taylor is a liar.”
Johnny blinks at him a moment then throws his head back laughing. His thousand watt smile blinding and beautiful. Roy’s relief is written all over his face he is sure.
“You, uh, don’t have anything to worry about either pally.” Johnny says, still smiling. “In case you where worried.”
“So, maybe…you wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime?” Roy asks hesitantly. He knows this could be a one time thing, but something tells him it doesn’t have to be.
Johnny looks at him a moment too long and his smile falls a little, and Roy’s heart breaks. Johnny is going to turn him down.
“You…would want that?” Johnny asks.
“Johnny, I’ve wanted that for a long time.” Roy says bluntly. He figures right now isn’t the time to hold his feelings back. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, in any way you will have me. If you still just want to be best friends, then, that’s fine by me, I’ll take it, but…if there’s a chance you want to be more, well, I would really really like that.
“But, what about…” Johnny starts, and Roy already knows where he is going.
“I’ll have to figure things out at home, yeah. And, we would probably lose our jobs if anyone finds out, so, I know that’s a lot to think about, and it won’t be easy.” Roy holds Johnny’s gaze. “But, I would really like to try, if you’ll have me.”
“So, this isn’t, I mean…” Johnny looks away. “I can’t just be a causal hookup Roy. I…it would destroy me.
“I don’t want that, Johnny. I want to be with you, really be with you.” Roy doesn’t think he is explaining things very well, but he doesn’t know what else to say.
“So, what? You want me to be your boyfriend.” Johnny’s snort sounds a little bitter, and a lot scared.
“Well, yeah, actually. I mean, I don’t know if boyfriend really fits the feelings I have for you, it seems not enough, if that makes sense, but for lack of a better term, yeah, yeah I want us to be boyfriends.” Roy feels like he is teetering on the edge of a cliff and it is up to Johnny whether or not he pushes him off, or pulls him to safety.
Johnny looks at Roy for a long minute. “You really mean it don’t you.” It isn’t a question, just a simple statement, Roy nods his head anyway. He still feels like he needs to be clearer about his feelings, he doesn’t want any misunderstandings between them, not about something as important as this.
“Johnny, I’m sorry if this is too soon, or too much, or not what you want to hear, but I have to make sure you understand me here okay.” Roy takes a deep breath. “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you so long I can’t even remember when I realized that’s what it was. I thought, well, I didn’t want to lose you as my best friend. I can’t lose you, do you understand?”
Johnny’s eyes have filled with tears, he looks as vulnerable as Roy has ever seen him. If Roy has just ruined everything they had, he will never forgive himself. But he had to take that chance, Johnny deserves to know, especially after what they had just done.
“Roy.” Johnny’s voice cracks a little on his name. “Roy, I love you too. Always have I think, since the beginning.” A tear escapes his eye and slides down his cheek.
“Oh, Johnny.” Roy scoots closer again and gently wipes away Johnny’s tear with his thumb. “I’m so sorry I never told you.”
“S’okay, I never told you either.” Johnny sniffs. “What do we do now?”
Roy thinks a minute. “Well, we really need to get back to the station, Cap’ll send a search crew after us soon.” Johnny laughs lightly at the small attempt at humor. “Then, after our shift is over in the morning, I would like to take you to breakfast, if you would like.”
“You’re gonna take me to breakfast as a first date?” Johnny smiles, a true smile, Roy’s favorite smile. “I think I would really like that actually.
Roy smiles back at him and leans in for a kiss. It’s only intended to be a simple chaste kiss, to let Johnny know he isn’t going anywhere, but it doesn’t take long to turn into something more. Both men are breathing heavy again when Roy pulls back and smiles. He knows Johnny is going to be even more impossible now.
“Yeah,” Roy says with a soppy grin on his face, “Nancy Taylor is definitely a liar.
The End.