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His watch indicated it had been twenty minutes, since that guy at the bar had started to look at him with insistence. Twenty minutes of eye fucking him, eyes trailing up and down his body, lips parted and tongue wetting them from time to time and he still hadn't made a move and Johnny was getting restless with it.
He had done his best, after all. When he had first noticed the hot bear leaning against the counter a few steps away from him. Leaning unnecessarily so his ass would pop out, smirking to himself, shifting on his stool. Looking like the snack he knew he was and waiting for that guy to approach him.
Why ? Johnny was feeling playful. He wanted the other to take the first step, wanted him to be ballsy and talk to him first. He could have helped, sure. Could have looked back and winked, he could have sent a drink his way, in a silent invitation to start the conversation. He could have done all that.
But he hadn't. And now, he was regretting all of his life choices and then some.
God, what did a guy have to do to be approached on a lonely Friday night ?
But then again, Johnny wasn't an idiot, as young as he was. He knew some older guys weren't always comfortable with chatting up younger guys. He understood, he was barely twenty five and that guy didn't look far from his fifth decade. It showed, in the gray strands of hair at his temples and in his beard, in the little wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.
Maybe he doubted someone like Johnny would want him, would want his attention.
Johnny only ever went to guys old enough to be his father.
Call it daddy issues, he couldn't care less for it. He just loved older men, mature men. For their experience and their emotional stability, though that tended to shatter once he got to know them better.
Mostly for the experience, then.
He couldn't say any of his relationships had lasted long enough for him to know anything but that. They usually used him and threw him away afterwards because they couldn't imagine a future with someone as young as he was. Which was a shame, because he couldn't imagine himself a future with someone his age.
Johnny had quickly made up his mind, though. He didn't like to complicate things, never had. So he'd take what they had to offer and expect nothing in return. Then, he wouldn't hurt and if he did receive something other than mind-blowing sex someday ?
Well, good for him, then.
In the meantime, he didn't mind having hookups and amazing sex while, at the same time, trying to launch his career. It was a nice outlet. One he wasn't keen on getting rid of for now.
The guy at the bar didn’t look like he was going to come talk to him soon though and Johnny had made up his mind, resolute to get laid tonight, ready to go chat him up when the man slapped a few notes on the countertop, glanced at him one last time and offered him a sorry smile.
Why ? Johnny had no fucking clue. Or was it guilt he was seeing, instead of sorriness ?
But then, the man was glancing over Johnny’s shoulder and Johnny held back a frown with it.
Strange.
He was gone before Johnny could do shit about it. Gone and, looking around, Johnny pouted when he realized that the vast majority of the guys out there tonight weren’t exactly his type. Too young, too loud, too boisterous. Exactly the way he was and the opposite of what he wanted.
Fuck.
“From the gentleman over there.”
A shiny glass with deep amber liquid was placed in front of him by the bartender. Double shot, no ice.
Johnny blinked in surprise. Just when he had given up on tonight’s search. But he had seen no one that tickled his interest the right way. No one that he’d bother to bring home. Or fuck with in the bathroom, he didn’t care, at that point. So that probably came from one of these guys that had been eyefucking him the whole night, thinking he was an easy lay.
Well. He was. Just not for them.
Still. Accepting the drink would probably mean they could come talk to him, right ? And he didn’t want that.
Then again, the bartender had said “gentleman”. Was he just being polite or was it something else ?
It took another moment for Johnny to snap out of his thoughts and he looked up at the bartender, only for the man to tilt his head in the direction of the gentleman in question. And, when Johnny looked, his breath hitched in his throat.
How had he missed that guy ? How the fuck had he missed the most gorgeous man he had ever seen before ?
His fingers found the glass without him looking away from the man. He couldn’t look away, not now he had seen him, not now he was feeling noticed and Johnny brought it to his lips, sipped at it slowly, never breaking eye contact, the strong alcohol burning its way down his throat in a dizzying way.
An invitation of some sort and the man took it. Slowly, carefully standing from the booth he had been tucked in, grabbing his own glass and walking the few steps needed to join him at the bar. He stood there in silence, ignoring the stool next to Johnny’s, only for Johnny to realize just how massive the man was, tall and big, his shirt stretching on his defined arm and shoulder muscles, a whiff of perfume tickling his nose at the same time.
And he was older too. Not as old as the man he had noticed earlier, the coward that had flown without trying to even talk with him, he looked in his forties but it worked for Johnny.
It so fucking worked.
“And what would a delicious little thing like you do alone at a bar on a Friday night ?”
Johnny snorted. It sounded ridiculous as a pick-up line of some sort. So fucking cliché, enough that it did break part of the tension between them. But he smiled up anyways, happy enough for how unserious it made things, how easier and he made a show to preen under the half praise.
“Waiting for someone to make my night less lonely, I guess,” he answered in a breath. “I’m Johnny.”
“Simon,” the man answered, his eyes never leaving his face.
Johnny couldn’t look away from his eyes. From their dark honey color, their almond shape, the light wrinkle at the corners. How focused they were on him, attentive and warm. So hypnotizing that they were all what Johnny could see.
“I’m sorry I scared your pretendant away,” Simon said with a half smile, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. “It wasn’t my intention.”
Johnny was confused for an instant, before he remembered the other guy. The one that had spent that whole time looking but never grew the balls to approach him. The one that had left without saying a word.
The one that had looked over Johnny’s shoulder before leaving. Had he looked at Simon ?
“I’m better off without him.”
Amusement glinted in Simon’s eyes. Johnny shivered when slow fingers reached for the small of his back, settling there gently. In a silent claim. One Johnny was far too happy to lean into.
Fuck, that man was gorgeous.
“Are you, now ?”
“I mean, it does depend where you think this evening ends but .. yeah. Yeah, I’d rather have you.”
That had Simon laugh. A simple huff that shook his body, a simple thing that sounded like heaven to Johnny’s ears.
“If you expect me to fuck you in the bathroom, you should reconsider. I’m too old for that kind of stunt.”
The bluntness was refreshing. So refreshing and unexpected too and Johnny felt his cheeks heat up with it, hoping it wouldn’t be too visible. But he saw the way Simon glanced at said cheeks and he couldn’t help feeling mortified with it.
Before he could retort, though, the fingers at the small of his back were already moving. Pushing against his back a little harder, sliding over his shirt. Sliding under it with the quick help of Simon’s thumb hooking it up and Johnny shivered with the touch, with the warmth of his skin and the confidence behind the gesture.
“Does that mean you’re taking me home ?”
“If that’s what you want, yes,” Simon answered, eyes darkening and he took a step forward, into his personal space now. “We both know that’s why you’ve come here for tonight and I’m happy to help. Unless you’d rather I put on more effort into wooing you, in which case I will.”
Another shiver ran up Johnny’s body and he didn’t hesitate, as he leaned up, half cursing because of how tall Simon was, to push their lips together in a slow but heated press. One that allowed him to taste the liquor on Simon’s lips and tongue and Simon’s other hand was settling on his thigh. Johnny parted them for him, in a silent invitation for more.
He cursed against Simon’s lips when Simon squeezed it.
The trip to Simon's place was relatively short. But it probably came from the fact that Johnny was busy kissing the man in the backseat of the cab they were riding.
Well, not just kissing. Groping and frotting as well and as reluctant as Johnny had been, at first, he had allowed it eventually. He did pity the poor driver who probably hadn't wanted to see that and he did wonder if they weren't going to receive any sort of remark about it but they didn't.
Johnny couldn't help thinking Simon had something to do with it. Simon didn't seem to care in the slightest.
The house the cab stopped in front was huge. A big old thing that probably could house a whole family but apparently belonged to Simon, seeing how easily he led him to the front door, a gentle hand at the small of his back.
Johnny, though, didn't have the time to marvel about the place. He did take a glimpse of the entry hall, of the carpet on the hardwood floors and the nice paintings on the walls but before he could think about it, Simon had led him to a vast, comfortable bedroom and Johnny was sitting on the bed, smiling up at the man while Simon was standing there between his parted knees.
"Aren't you adorable ?"
The words came with Simon's fingers trailing along his jaw, until he could pinch his chin and hold his face carefully.
"Haven't been able to look at anyone but you since you arrived at the bar."
"Yeah ?" Johnny's smile widened and he chuckled. "Am I that pretty ?"
"I don't think you need me to tell you so."
He didn't. Johnny wasn't an idiot, he knew he was attractive. He also knew when someone liked his looks, when someone wanted him and right now ? God, how Simon wanted him.
"I don't," he admitted with a shrug and he let his fingers run up and down Simon's thigh. "Doesn't mean I don't like hearing it."
"Cheeky .."
Johnny leaned up to meet Simon's lips in a kiss, shivering when his other hand cupped the back of his head and tilted it just the way he wanted it. When he deepened the kiss and wrapped their tongue together.
When he pulled back, leaving Johnny breathless, looking down at him.
But Johnny wasn't going to stay passive and he shifted closer, his hand moving to the back of Simon's thigh, he nuzzled against Simon's covered hard-on, never breaking eye contact.
"Come on, Simon, tell me I'm pretty."
For a solid second, Johnny did think Simon wasn't going to, that he'd continue to tease him. But he felt the cock against his face twitch and Simon sighed.
"You're a pretty boy, yes," he admitted and even if he tried to make it look and sound like he was annoyed, Johnny knew better.
The darkened gaze and the gentle fingers caressing along his jaw weren't subtle.
"And I want to watch your pretty face when I fuck you too."
That was one of the hottest things a man had ever said to him and Johnny's eyes fluttered closed with it, he kissed back eagerly when Simon leaned down again to claim his lips.
"Want these pretty lips around my cock. Think you could do that, gorgeous ?"
Nevermind. This was the hottest thing one had ever said to him and Johnny was quick to nod his approval. He wanted that too and he was eager and his heart picked up in pace as he reached for Simon's belt, only for Simon to stop him.
The whine that escaped his throat was the neediest thing ever but Johnny recovered quickly when he opened his eyes again. When he looked up at Simon and Simon rose to his full height again, looking down at him, towering over him.
Fuck, their height difference wasn't something Johnny had ever thought would turn him on but it did. It did and the funny part was that Johnny wasn't exactly a small guy, he was buff, he worked out often and was attentive of his diet. But he still felt small compared to Simon.
It increased tenfold when Simon unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. When Johnny saw what the fabric had been hiding and it took all he had not to drool.
God that guy was so fucking hot. So fucking built, even if it wasn't as obvious with the healthy layer of fat above his muscles. But Johnny had a keen eye for it and he could see the strength rolling over said muscles and it took him all he had not to have Simon turn around to show it all. He'd probably see what he wanted if he were patient enough.
Probably.
For now, though, all he wanted was his lips on Simon's cock and Simon delivered. Pulling the rest of his clothes off slowly, undressing in front of him while never breaking eye contact. Looking down at him, pinning him down with just his gaze.
Johnny was loving every second of it. And he shivered too, when Simon cupped his face gently, thumb caressing his cheek.
"Keep looking at me like that, love, and I'll give you the world."
Johnny wasn't asking for so much, especially not from a stranger he was about to hook up with but he wasn't about to refuse anyways. Even if the world only meant Simon's cock.
And he didn't answer. Not with words anyways. But he kept looking up, he kept looking at Simon when he parted his lips and pushed them against Simon's gorgeous thick cock in a wet kiss. When he trailed its length with his tongue and suckled on the tip, eagerly watching every little reaction from the man.
And God, did he love watching the way his eyes fluttered shut, how he bit his lips to hold back moans. How he eventually moved the hand from his cheek to the back of his head and pulled him down on his cock in one go and Johnny took it all easily.
He hoped his amusement was obvious enough, when Simon looked at him again, almost in shock when Johnny didn't gag on his cock. When he remained there, unbothered, his nose buried in dark blond curls and the fat head of his cock against the back of his throat.
"God fucking damnit Johnny."
Johnny swallowed around his cock and Simon choked lightly.
"Can I fuck your face?"
Johnny tapped once against Simon's Ieg in agreement, hoping the man would understand and, seeing how Simon shivered, the message went through. And he braced himself for it, when hands cupped his face, warm against his skin, he took a second to just breath and Simon pulled him off his cock.
Not for long, though. Not long enough for Johnny to swallow his own saliva, Simon's cock parting his lips and finding its place down his throat again. It was slow, at first. Testing, making sure everything was alright with Johnny and Johnny was thankful for it. For the care, for the gentleness. So he could get used to the length and girth of Simon's cock.
After a while, though, he sped up. Or, more precisely, he became rougher, to the point that Johnny wasn't sure if Simon was moving him on his cock or if Simon was thrusting down his throat. Or maybe it was a bit of both and Johnny moaned with it, with the idea of being used like that. It was one of the things he loved best, to be used for someone else's pleasure, to act like a living fleshlight.
Fuck, maybe some of his wires got crossed ar some point in his life but he couldn't care less for it. Not when he could see how much Simon was enjoying himself. How he kept groaning and huffing, moaning and cursing under his breath, fucking his face roughly and chasing his own pleasure carelessly.
And Johnny didn't care if Simon came down his throat, he didn't care if he came on his face. All he hoped was that it wouldn't put an end to the night, that Simon would at least reciprocate afterwards. But, from what he had seen, the man didn't look like the kind to leave their partner hanging.
At least, Johnny hoped he wasn't.
"Come on, baby, fuck, you look so good like that," Simon was saying above him and Johnny, ever the little minx, swallowed around his cock. "God, do that again…"
Johnny did. He did and he reached for Simon's balls with one hand, to caress them, to cup them in a way he knew was enjoyable.
"I'm gonna .."
Johnny tapped Simon's hip once, the same he had done earlier, in a way to tell him to go ahead and it took another two thrusts or three for Simon to climax, cursing, grabbing at Johnny's hair as he did, to hold him right where he was.
Johnny did choke as he felt the spurts of cum flood his throat, stopping him from breathing properly but he powered through it, until Simon was letting him up, until his hold was weakening and he pulled back, heaving a deep breath and laughing as he did.
Fuck, choking on semen had no right to feel so fucking hot.
The next thing he knew, though, was that there were lips against his and Johnny kissed back eagerly, parting his lips easily when Simon pushed him to, allowing the other man to taste himself in his tongue.
"That was," Simon breathed out against his lips, holding his face still, looking at him with hooded eyes. "The best blowjob I ever received."
Johnny laughed. At the words, at how breathless Simon sounded. And he couldn't believe it was, he had barely done anything, had only let the other man use his mouth and throat as much as he liked. But it sounded like Simon was serious and Johnny's lips pulled into a shit eating grin.
"I'd spend hours sucking your cock, if you allowed me to. Can't think of a better way to spend the day."
Simon groaned, almost feral, he pushed their lips together again.
"Like having your ass eaten ?"
"God, please," was Johnny's quick answer.
It took some maneuvering. Especially with how Johnny had still been fully dressed but once he was naked, not shying in the slightest under Simon's roaming eyes, the man looking at him like Johnny was dinner and he was a starving man, it took only another moment for Johnny to position himself on his all fours, Simon behind him and he yelped at the first flicker of tongue against his hole.
Fuck, it had been too long. Too fucking long since he had last been offered that, since he had found a willing partner.
And willing Simon was. Willing and eager, hands wrapped around his hips, holding him tightly in place as he was devouring him. Circling his tongue around his hole, pushing the tip inside, spit dripping to Johnny's balls, his cock hanging heavy between his parted thighs.
Johnny could do nothing but moan, leaning his head in his arms and closing his eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over him. Arching his back deeper with each passing second, wanting nothing but to push against Simon's lips but being unable to with how the man was holding him.
God, he'd sit on Simon's face, were he allowed to but this was good too. This was perfect and soon, Johnny was nothing but a mess, moaning loudly, fingers clenching against the blanket under his body.
Calling Simon's name and begging for more.
He barely felt the first finger. Barely registered when Simon grabbed the bottle of lube from the side table and applied some to his fingers, when he replaced his tongue with his finger. Teasing and probing, ensuring he was relaxed enough to take it easily.
"Simon, please ..," Johnny begged, pushing against the finger now Simon's hold on his thighs had lessened. "I'm no virgin, just get on with it!"
Simon laughed, the asshole. He laughed and he playfully bit the round of his ass, adding two fingers right away, curling them just right until Johnny could see stars and another moan was pushing its way up from his lungs.
"Y-yes," he nodded, stuttering. "Just like that .."
"I know, baby, I know," Simon whispered and Johnny would have groaned at the slightly condescending tone, had he been able to form an actual sentence. "Don't want to hurt you."
"Like it rough.."
Simon laughed again.
Johnny was too lost in his own pleasure to care for it.
That was until Simon pulled back, almost too abruptly, making Johnny whine at the loss. He cursed with it, with how he wanted these fingers back but, at the same time, he knew what it meant and he was too eager to stop now.
So, he turned around to face Simon again. He only hesitated a moment before he kissed him, before he kissed his spit glistening lips, not caring in the slightest for where they had just been and he shivered as Simon held him close.
“I want to ride you,” Johnny whispered against said lips, running slow fingers through Simon’s hair, unable to look away from the stray gray hair he could see here and there. “Would you like that ?”
Simon’s eyes darkened at his words.
“Absolutely.”
One condom and a bit more lube later and Johnny was positioning himself over Simon's cock, straddling his hips and bracing his hands on his shoulders. He wasn't doing much for now, as Simon had pulled him into a deep kiss but fuck, the anticipation was eating him up alive. He could feel it, the brush of Simon's cock against his thighs, ready for him, he could feel the lube against his hole and how empty he felt too.
He was hyper aware of it all and Johnny couldn't wait a second later.
And he didn't. Grabbing Simon's cock with confident fingers, never breaking the kiss. Holding it at the right angle as he was slowly shifting his hips, until it could catch against his rim and the kiss stopped, the two of them breathing the same air instead, looking into each other's eyes.
Johnny sank down, the lube easing the way along with how thorough Simon had been in stretching him and he moved down until he was completely seated on his cock, clenching hard with how full he now felt.
Fingers tightened around his hips. Hard enough that Johnny couldn't move anymore and he raised an eyebrow, only for Simon to huff.
"Allow an old man to breathe for a minute, would you ?"
Johnny laughed at that, leaning forward to steal a kiss or two from Simon and he ran his hands through his hair.
"I'm already impressed you could get it up a second time, if that's any reassurance to you."
"Fuck off," Simon groaned but there was a smile tugging st his lips still and he shook his head. "You're a menace."
Johnny snorted, nodding. "And you haven't seen shit yet."
Simon's smile widened and Johnny's heart beat a little harder in his chest as he watched his gorgeous face, fingers still playing in his hair while he waited as he had been asked to.
It was funny, how easy it was between them. The banter but not only. There was a compatibility he couldn't ignore, one that made him feel so fucking comfortable. The usual awkwardness of hooking up with a stranger wasn't there, the hesitation when they weren't sure what the other liked, how they liked it.
Maybe it helped that they just talked, even if only a little. Asking for things, asking if they liked this or that.
Maybe Simon had more experience than the guys Johnny had fucked with before too. More experience with the casual, no strings attached sex, at least.
Johnny couldn't count how many guys he fucked with that told him afterwards that they had just ended a long lasting relationship and needed a breather.
Simon's shifting was what brought him back to the moment and Johnny smiled as he kissed Simon's jaw.
"Let me ?" He asked quietly, watching the other man carefully. "I'll make it feel good for you, sir."
The way Simon's cock twitched inside of him was enough for Johnny to know that he didn't need to wait for an answer. And, as he braced his knees against the mattress, pushing Simon to lie down against the pillows and just enjoy himself, he decided that maybe, just maybe, he'd enjoy this being more than just a hookup.
He was quick to force the thought out of his brain, though. Quick to ignore the twinge of disappointment it made him feel as he knew better but to expect anything else than sex from Simon.
It was fine, though, and it was better that way. He had had his fair share of disappointment and truly didn't want to add to it.
"Fuck .."
The curse escaped his lips, as Johnny rolled his hips, making Simon's cock push just where he wanted it, just where he needed it. He bit his lower lip with it, shifting his hips, indulging for a moment. Trying to ignore the way Simon was looking at him, with such reverence that Johnny felt like he was a deity and Simon nothing but a believer.
And God, did it make him feel good. To be right there, to feel so glorious on someone else's cock, to feel Simon's hands on him, holding his hips, though this time, his grip was loose enough that Johnny had no problem moving exactly how he wanted.
God, it was almost a shame Simon was wearing a condom. He would have taken him raw, had he had the certitude that he was clean. He would have loved feeling him fill him up, and know he'd leave this place, taking a piece of Simon with him.
Fuck, he would have loved that.
But it wasn't a risk he was willing to take and Simon neither, seeing how he hadn't hesitated in the slightest in pulling a condom out and maybe they should have been more careful during foreplay as well but eh ..
Johnny almost had to shake his head to focus on the moment again. Leaning back, bracing a hand on Simon's thigh as he started moving up and down his glorious cock. Never looking away from him, never breaking eye contact. Fucking himself deeply on his cock, as deep as possible and moaning loudly each time it pushed against his prostate, each time waves of pleasure was flooding his veins.
Simon wasn't silent either and it took Johnny only a moment to register what he was saying.
"Fucking hell, Johnny, you feel so fucking good … So tight and warm, so gorgeous on my cock, like you were made for it. Ah, fuck, come on, baby, come on, make yourself feel good."
It only spurred Johnny's own pleasure, as he ignored the burn in his thighs, as he ignored the way his own cock was leaking, how ridiculous it looked, as it bounced up and down with each of his movements. He couldn't help it though, after a while, when he grabbed it. Half to hold it in place, half to touch himself at the same time, though he'd rather come dry from riding Simon.
But he'd be happy either way, really. This was a hookup, the goal was to get each other off, nothing else. He'd be gone come morning and he wasn't sure yet if he'd dare leave his phone number for Simon to call if he wanted a second encounter.
Johnny was tempted to. He was! But he didn't want to face any sort of disappointment either.
"Simon, fuck .."
"That's it, love, that's it. You're doing so good, you're being so good for me."
Johnny's eyes closed with the praises, with the rough tone and he could have cried out when Simon shifted his hips and pushed his cock as deep as he could, making himself the stars and more.
"You're such a dream, baby. So pretty, so perfect. Want you to take whatever you need, yes ?"
Johnny nodded his head, almost automatically, he moaned as he shifted, leaning forward instead, pushing a hand near Simon's face and choking on spit.
His movements slowed, to try and rest his thighs for a moment, to try and push the quick climax away, even if just for a while. But Simon was already moving, his hands sliding from his hips to his ass. Spreading his cheeks slightly as he took over, thrusting up, rolling his hips in a way that made Johnny's eyes roll at the back of his head.
His arm shook under his weight with it and Simon didn't hesitate a second to wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him close, mouthing at his jaw and neck as he kept fucking up into him.
"Fuck, I'm so glad you didn't go with that looser .."
Johnny was as well, he couldn't believe that other guy would have fucked him as good as Simon was fucking him right now. But he couldn't answer, as only moans and huffs and grunts escaped his mouth when he parted his lips. It seemed to be quite enough, though. Simon didn't seem to wait for him to answer anyways.
It took another moment until Johnny's legs weren't protesting anymore, until he could sit up again, propped with his hands on Simon's chest and he resumed riding him slowly, moaning and humming, looking at the older man.
Simon was so fucking gorgeous. He looked so fucking good, with a red tint on his cheeks and the soft wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and the grey at his temples. His chest was a bit on the softer side, despite the muscles rolling underneath, washed away tats ornating his skin, his arms, his belly. Faded scars here and there, some deeper than others, signs of a rough life, along with the calluses on his hands.
He was Johnny's type, he so fucking was and Johnny would have regretted it so badly, had he gone for that other guy.
And it probably wasn't the right time to think about it, probably was distracting him way too much but he couldn't care less.
Anything to make it last a little longer. Anything to push the climax away.
"Think you can come dry ?"
Johnny nodded quickly, wanting nothing but that, wanting nothing but the deep, powerful feeling of a prostate orgasm and he shivered when Simon gave him a crooked smile, he cursed, knowing right away that Simon was going to give him just that.
And he did. God, he fucking did, aiming for his prostate with each thrust up, so fucking accurate that Johnny couldn't help wondering if the man used to be a marksman in another life. Johnny could feel the climax build up quickly, quicker than before, could feel his whole body anticipate it, tightening in a telltale way. The same it did when he spent hours playing with his toys, aiming for that one spot that made him feel so good it was all he could focus on.
Johnny wanted to close his eyes, to let himself tilt over the edge on his own but he couldn't look away from Simon, couldn't not look at that man, at his attentive eyes, at how focused he was.
It was Simon's own climax that pushed him right into it, though. It was the way he called his name, the way his hands tightened on him. The way he never looked away, watching him the same he had the whole time. The jerking of his cock, in a way Johnny knew exactly what it meant and he followed suit easily, his legs giving out on him as he spasmed above Simon, pleasure running like wildfire through his veins and Simon's name on his lips.
He must have passed out, or at least blacked out for a few seconds because the next time he opened his eyes, he was lying on the bed, with Simon holding him close, kissing his face and running gentle fingers through his hair.
"There you are, baby, you just relax, you just breathe .."
Johnny's body trembled on its own, his legs spasming when he tried to use them to roll to the side and snuggle against Simon's warmth. It made him curse.
Simon helped him with it.
"Bloody fucking hell, Johnny, you scared me for a moment .."
"Sorry," Johnny managed to whisper, his throat rough and dry.
"No, God, don't apologize for that. You obviously felt good. I just wasn't expecting this."
Johnny snorted, pulling back just slightly to be able to look up at Simon's eyes, he smiled.
"Can't help it, you got the perfect dick."
Simon rolled his eyes, almost fondly. Johnny shivered, as he closed his again.
"Don't think I can go home tonight but I can find a hotel or .."
"Stay the night," Simon interrupted him, kissing his forehead and pulling the comforter on top of them. "I'll watch over you."
Johnny wanted to argue, for a second or two, but sleepiness caught upon him and he passed out, his body buzzing with pleasure and his fingers tangled in the shirt he hadn't even realized Simon was now wearing.
It was early morning, when Johnny came to. When he opened his eyes but quickly closed them again as the sunlight pouring into the room almost blinded him.
Way too early, for a Saturday morning, that was obvious. He was feeling exhausted, so fucking sore and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to walk straight today.
Which made it even better that it was a Saturday. He'd just go home, have some food and nap on his couch all day long. Maybe call Kyle at some point, knowing his friend would want to hear about how his night had gone.
Kyle loved to hear about his sex life, after all. Maybe because he had been in a relationship with that guy since highschool and things had been .. terrible, lately. He was pretty sure he had been cheated on, but had no proof. Johnny was pretty sure his boyfriend was an abusive fucker but it was hard to convince Kyle to ditch his ass.
He'd try again during the weekend. All he wanted was for his friend to be happy.
But the bed was comfortable. It was so fucking comfortable that Johnny wanted nothing but to fall asleep again. To close his eyes and have his nap right there, damned be the consequences.
He wasn't sure Simon would care. He probably would have thrown him out already, did he care.
Where Simon was was an interesting question, though. For the rest of the bed was cold and there were no signs that the man had been around recently. Was he working, expecting Johnny to be gone when he'd return ? Was he in the bathroom ? Somewhere else in the house ?
Johnny had no fucking clue. Simon hadn't said shit about having to leave in the morning. He probably would have left a note somewhere obvious to warn him, if he had right ?
Looking around with squinting eyes, Johnny saw his phone and wallet carefully laid on the bedside table. No note attached. There was a glass of water waiting for him, though.
His clothes had been gathered and folded on a nearby chair.
No other sign of Simon.
Johnny closed his eyes again. He'd stay a little longer and then leave. He didn't want to intrude, didn't want to overdo it.
They had fun last night but he knew he couldn't stay.
He had gone through all this often enough, after all.
Older guys liked younger guys like him to have their fun, to fuck and play with, to use for their own pleasure but they didn't want him to stay afterwards. They couldn't imagine any sort of future with him.
Johnny had grown to accept it and this wouldn't be any different. It had been just casual sex, as amazing as it had felt and he'd have to leave, sooner or later.
It just was hard to get up when the bed felt so fucking comfortable.
He must have drifted a little between consciousness and sleep because the next thing he knew, Johnny was startling violently, only to realize, a split second later, that it was because someone had knocked at the door and pushed it open.
Simon, obviously, could have been only him and Johnny forced himself to sit up, his back to the man. Rubbing his face and wincing at the discomfort down his back.
"S-sorry," he stuttered on the word, clearing his throat. "Must have fallen asleep again. Just give me a minute to grab my things and I'll be out."
Simon didn't answer for a moment, though not nearly long enough for Johnny to manage to get up and he sighed.
"Do you have somewhere to be ?"
"Not really," Johnny shrugged, his back still turned to Simon. "Though napping on my couch sounds quite appealing right now."
There was another pause. Johnny wasn't sure he ever felt so awkward before.
"What about napping in my bed ?"
Johnny blinked. Not because of the words but … the tone in Simon's voice was so soft. And hesitant. He sounded almost vulnerable, for a moment.
It was then that Johnny turned around. That he shifted on the bed, cursing under his breath at the discomfort.
That he saw Simon, wearing sweatpants and an old shirt.
Holding a tray between his hands.
"I made breakfast."
He said it with uncertainty. Like he expected Johnny to laugh.
Johnny was too stunned to react.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to but … I'd very much like you to stay, Johnny. If you'd like that as well."
Johnny blinked, looking up at Simon's gentle expression, at his soft eyes.
"Yeah, we can fuck again if .."
"No, I .. don't mean for sex," Simon interrupted and he swallowed audibly, looking away. "I mean, we can, if that's what you want as well. But I'd like to get to know you."
That sounded .. weird. Different. Impossible. And yet ..
"You do ?"
A small smile pulled at Simon's lips. "Yeah, I really do," he stated with a nod. "You're quite something, baby. Not sure I want to miss a chance like that."
The words had Johnny freeze but he soon relaxed again. Because it was the kindest, most genuine thing he had been told in a long time and it seemed to sooth something, deep inside his gut, a need he never thought he could fulfill, with all the disappointments he went through before.
And maybe it was a mistake, maybe he should stay on his guard and refuse and go home and tell Kyle about the great fuck he had last night but ..
Breakfast sounded quite nice right now.
Breakfast was quite amazing too. Simon was one hell of a cook and the crepes were delicious, along with the homemade jam on fresh bread and the soothing tea.
"You make breakfast for all your hookups then ?"
Simon huffed, from where he was sitting by his side, rolling his eyes and looking at him fondly. He had been nursing a cup of tea for the past few minutes, half lost in thoughts, propped against pillows the same Johnny was. Johnny hadn't been able to tease him.
"Only the ones I hope will stay," Simon shrugged and he placed his cup down. "Though I'm sorry, as much as I hate it, you're going to have to get dressed again at some point. A friend's supposed to come later, for a few minutes. He probably wouldn’t mind the show but I'd rather he didn't see you like that."
Johnny laughed, feeling playful.
"Is he hot ?"
"Quite so," Simon nodded without hesitating.
"Your age ?"
"Two years older," was the answer and Simon rolled his eyes. "He's straight."
"A shame," Johnny sighed and he laughed when Simon pinched his side, careful with the tray between them. "No, not for me! Got a friend that really needs to dump his current boyfriend and a little motivation would help. He's not into older guys but I'm sure he can be convinced. If your friend can be as well."
Simon seemed to ponder the words for a moment, relaxing his position against the cushions behind his back, he smiled.
"Is your friend hot ?"
"So fucking hot," Johnny quicky nodded.
"Your age ?"
"Bit older."
Simon hummed.
"Guess I could try convincing him," he breathed out, nodding to himself. But he looked up next and Johnny shivered under his intense gaze. "In the meantime, though .."
The tray was pushed away, the blanket covering Johnny's still naked body as well.
He shivered, when Simon grabbed his hand, pulled him closer. When he made him straddle his lap and nuzzled against his neck.
"You passed out so quickly last night that I didn't get to have this," he muttered, holding him close. "So if you're .."
"Yes," Johnny interrupted, already melting between Simon's arms as Simon's fingers slowly trailed up and down his spine. "God, yes."
Johnny was happy to cuddle, as long as Simon wanted. And if they fucked against later, well. It surely wasn't a bad thing, right ?