Cowboys in a storm - GYJO

𝕾𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖝

Two boys who love each other, locked in a car in a empty parking for a hour or so.

That was an idea that always have been one of Johnny's fantasy. Here, anything could happen. Gyro saw it in a more romantic light, maybe an occasion to be honest about himself and his feelings. Uncomfortable with the tightness and shape, Gyro pulled off his shoes to stay in the car with only socks, and stretched his legs above the front seat. They were exhausted for all these events: that night when they barely slept, the horse riding, coming in therms with their sexuality... And mostly Johnny was dependant on medication, which he lacked  for 24 hours. His eyelids fell heavy, but sleeping just now felt like wasted potential.

 With a small groan ressembling a yawn, Johnny fell to his side, resting his head on Gyro's shoulder. He tried to keep his eyes open and to not fall asleep, instead he glanced upwards to be a witness to Gyro's reaction. The italian was looking out of the window, pretending to be somehow interested in the landscape consisting of a highway and flat mountains. His ears turning a bright red and his heart beating twice as fast  gave away his true intent to hide his embarassement. Slowly, temptatively, he wrapped a arm around Johnny, pulling the boy against himself. His thumb rubbed up and down on his shoulder, the movement had a soothing effect on the boy that almost made him slumber instantly. But it was still not in his plan. Thankfully, the awful smell -so horrendous it felt like his nostrils were directly pierced by small needles- prevented him for falling asleep so quick. That Jeep probably didn't come close to a car wash since the 70s.

"Are you smelling that ? Or do you stink so much you got used to it ?" Johnny asked with a handful of irony, wanting to annoy his friend like he was used to. 

"Of course I smell that. I've been trying to open that damn window for like 5 minutes but it won't even work." Gyro grumbled, pulling desperately on the crank of the car door but without success, like a gear that would be stuck because of a small rock on one weel. "Mierda ! Are you sure that's a car we're in and not a rolling pile of trash ?"

These words made Johnny smile, even though that was not the best moment to do so. Gyro's grumpy attitude was something that somewhat comforted him, it was like a safe place to see him act like that. He rested a few seconds on Gyro's shoulder, his fingers brushing on his thigh subtly. Gyro felt shivers down his spine and his leg reactedd by moving away from Johnny's hand, maybe from shame, embarassement or just relucance and fear.

Johnny looked at Gyro's face, his tone more sincere and straight to the point. "You know, I think it's about time you just admit you love me."

Gyro twitched, his head turning completely to Johnny's face. His lips were curled up in a small devious smile. That damn smile that made Gyro's heart race. His breath was labored, not because of the thick smell but because it was hard to manage all the feelings at once. Gyro played dumb. "What do you mean? You're pretty damn confident for a guy who can't stand on his feet." But that didn't work, it only made Johnny lean in for a kiss, as if to prove him something. His soft mouth landed on Gyro's jawline, his slight beard tickling his lips. Gyro turned his head the other way, coughing to cover the awkward silence.

"You are making me feel bad things, Johnny." He muttered, trying to breathe slowly as his blood flow was out of control in speed and intensity.. "I wish it was easier. I wish I could just say I love you." his voice trembled slightly, evidence of the toughness in expressing of repressed feelings.

Johnny nodded, his head still against Gyro's shoulder. Gyro's rough hand was rubbing up and down his arm, providing him warmth and comfort. Gyro's legs shifted, his body moved like it got a earthworm and his legs crossed together as Gyro grunted. Johnny suspected him of hiding his arousal and failing terribly at it.

"Want me to help you with that ?" He suggested in a absolutely placid tone, pointing between Gyro's crossed legs. "I mean, I don't think we're ready to talk yet. I'm spent as hell. But we can take advantage of this moment to..."

"Wait, what ? say that again ?" Gyro interrupted, realizing what Johnny implied. Gyro thought he was the horny one for having sex in a tent lost in the mountains, but that same boy just suggested to do it in a car where people could actually walk by. "you must be joking. What if the car shakes ? What if our driver comes back ?"

"We don't have to fuck, just let me suck you." Johnny's voice was way too collected for what he just asked Gyro. The italian hesitated, sweat runing down his flushed face. Looking left and right by the window, no one was in sight except for a few smokers. Besides, if Johnny bent down no one would see the act. He nodded, letting out a sigh of compliance. Gyro swiftly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and finally slid down his underwear just under his erection. The shape seemed more impressive to Johnny when he was facing it rather than when it was behind him.

Johnny never had done that before, despite his confidence faking his inhexistant experience. But he wouldn't back down. Leaning downwards under car window level, he began to lick, already tasting the salty sensation. Gyro groaned, his legs spread apart and his mouth covered by his hand  instinctively. Johnny enjoyed this reaction and craved for more of Gyro's sensitivity. He grasped the base of the other's member and brought the tip to his mouth. His lips parted and, shortly after he burried the head with his warm entrance, he engulfed as much as he can, swallowing and sucking up and down like a pornstar would. Obviously Johnny wasn't fond of the taste, the sensation, and the struggle to prevent thee penis to hit his gag reflex, but he thought Gyro might like it, and that's all that mattered.

Gyro  clearly didn't expect that level of expertise and intensity coming from someone who has never came that close to a dick before. His hips bucked up, griding against Johnny's mouth, who hungrily accepted him to his throat. Gyro has never felt this sensitive and weak in his life, even with a woman. It was like every remains of his dignity were taken away. He gripped to the wrench he held before, his voice turning from groans to whimpers and loud exhales. 

"Are you... Sure it's your first time ?" he asked with a half smile, his legs and hands trembling as he admired the best sight he had so far on this trip: Johnny's head moving up and down on his crotch. Johnny didn't respond, instead swallowing faster and harder with small moans in addition. Gyro's head rolled back, his voice trembling with no mercy. "Agh...J-Just, don't use your teeth, please..." He almost sounded begging, his blood flow aiming downwards and his release imminent.

"Johnny, pull out, I- I'm gonna...!" He gasped, unable to finish his sentence as Johnny knew exactly what was happening, but refused to pull back. As he came, Gyro cried out and his grip on the wrench trippled in strenght, making the wrench unblock itself and open the window in a swift move that surprised Gyro by its unexpected move. Johnny's face turned up again, gasping for air as half the semen he had in his mouth leaked down on the floor, seat and between Gyro's thighs. Now th car did not only smell like dust and old gasoline, but also like various manly fluids. Hopefully the breath of fresh air by the window could save the boys from suffocation.

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Author: I don't think Jesus likes me.

I am almost in vacations, but not free from work yet. This chapter took wayyyyy to many time to be written, but I hope some will like it .