Cowboys in a storm - GYJO

𝕾𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖚𝖉𝖉𝖞 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖘

The piercing chirping of birds was enough to awake Gyro's light sleep. His eyes open slowly to discover light again; a ray of sunshine poetically falling right on the tent between branches. Johnny on the other hand was still deep into sleep, his hand still clenching onto Gyro's. He felt so peaceful with his golden hair falling and interlacing on his face...

Johnny woke up a few minutes afterwards when he heard the rumblink and packing of bags, his eyes rinkles to witness Gyro squatting down to grab all his stuff to leave this muddy forest as soon as possible. He doesn't notice Johnny's conciousness yet, just foccussing on the bags. He does meet Johnny's eye when he turns around, this gaze is so awkward for him, he still doesn't want to admit fully that he did it with Johnny. After all, Gyro was raised in a highly christian and conservative italian family, he has a honor to protect, therefore falling madly in love is something he absolutely wants to avoid.

Johnny's eyes widen: G-Good morning Gyro... A long silence. Are we leaving now ?

Gyro: Yeah. I was waiting for ya. He keeps a stern face even though his heart skips a beat just by hearing Johnny's voice. Hurry your ass up, I ain't staying longer here.

After packing all their stuff and folding back the tent, both boys were back on their horses, stepping in thee mud at walking pace. Johnny didn't wanna say it, but at every horse step he felt a strong pain coming back in his butt, making it hard for him to not groan or whimper when the straddle moved up and down.  He tries different positions; arching his back more or lifting his hips up the straddle, but it was so uncomfortable and Johnny just begged for Gyro to not notice. 

What was even less comfortable was this silence between the two. They just spent the most important and intimate moment of their lives and yet no one had anything to say about it. Gyrp was totally letting the whole affair slip under the rug. What Gyro felt was guilt for his own acts, a lot of embarassement, and this desire for Johnny that still didn't want to die down... He thought giving up to his passion once and for all was the way to end the madness going on in his brain.    It did not.

Johnny  gave quick looks at Gyro, hoping for a word, a little stare or anything; but it's like Gyro was pretending Johnnywasn't here. His horse walked faster, Johnny could only stare at his back. Impossible for him to guess any of the italian' though; was it shyness ? Shame ? Pride ? Disgust ? Denial? Maybe he even felt... nothing at all ?

Johnny managed to ask him loudly  enough, but his voice was quivering: You planned this all along, huh? He had so many questions to ask, but this one was repeating in his head for quite a while now.

Gyro played dumb, his heart jumping at the question: planned what ? What'd you mean ?

Johnny, in a more harsh tone: Planned to fuck me. A long uncomfortable silence again. I mean, you brought lube in your bag for a reason. You brought me here to fuck.

Gyro faced the consequences of his actions. Of course he'll look like a pervert or a hooker acting like this. He gulps, realising he can't keep getting away with it. Johnny was very serious now, frowning at Gyro at he picked up the pace to see his face.

Gyro, smiling and giggling nervously: listen dude, the lube was just in case. I didn't have "plans".

Johnny, in a sudden surge of frustration: Why have we done this ?

Gyro, trying hard to defend himself and sweating: c'mon, don't act like you weren't very much consenting.

Johnny, cutting Gyro's excuse immediately: Why have YOU done this ? What am I to you ?

Johnny already had the worse options possible wandering in his head: "a stress reliever" "a toy" "an experience" "an escape" but it was cut off by Gyro's panicking voice, hidden by a manly facade.

Gyro: You're Johnny. I think you know that you're my best friend, and that I'm not the asshole to use you. I did it because we both craved for it. Because it was you, the boy that... A moment of hesitation cut off by inner bravery. That matters the most in my eyes.

Gyro bit his lip, he wasn't eve halfway done opening up to Johnny. But Gyro is a stubborn man, a proud one, he was actually terrified of what he was about to say. So he just gave a quick look at Johnny, then a longer one. The first real glance they shared this morning. Both men had common feelings about each other, attraction, but also fear and guilt. Johnny seemed to calm down after Gyro's words; he wasn't hated by him neither viewed badly.

Gyro spoke again after a long sigh: Anyway, next stop is a few miles away. I'm sure we can figure out stuff here.

Johnny: You're right.

Even with that slight relief, frustration was wasting the air between the two boys in their way.