falling for 13 || Johnny Kavanagh

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J O H N N Y

"Are you dead?" Gibsie's voice perforated the best sleep I'd had in years and reluctantly I blinked awake.
     
"Huh?" I asked, voice raspy and thick from sleep. "The fuck?" Pulling myself up on my elbow, I glanced around, spotting my best friend in the doorway of my room. "What are you doing?"
     
"I told you last night that I'd pick you up for school," he replied, giving me a curious look. "What's wrong with you?"
     
"Nothing." Yawning loudly, I ran a hand through my hair. "You woke me up."
     
"You're always up by now," he stated, eyeballing me. "Are you sick?"
     
"Do I look sick?" I shot back, pissed as hell that he'd woken me up from the first decent, pain-free sleep I'd had in months. "What time is it?"
    
"Half past five," he replied, frowning. "And no, you don't look sick, but you definitely look different." Rolling up the sleeves of his navy, school jumper, he approached my bed, watching me with suspicion in his eyes. "Peaceful," he noted. "And relaxed." His eyes widened then. "You came, didn't you?"
     
"Lad, it's too early for you." Dropping back down on the mattress, I grabbed a pillow, tucked it against my chest, and rolled onto my side with every intention of going back to sleep. "Give me a couple of hours. We don't have to be at school until ten past nine."
     
"But I'm ready to train," he pushed. "You said you'd help me. I need a life goal."
     
"And I will," I groaned, snuggling deeper into my pillow. "Just...let me sleep today, okay?"
     
"Imagining that pillow's your girlfriend?" Gibsie asked. "Lynchy?"
     
"Fuck off, Gibs," I grumbled, closing my eyes. "I'm tired."
     
"Yeah, you're tired from pulling your balls," he shot back. "That's why you won't get up and train me."
     
"Go without me this morning," I mumbled. "I'll go with tomorrow... I promise."
     
"Fuck that," he pressed. "I'm never up this early –"
     
"Shh," I coaxed, keeping my eyes closed. "Sleep."

"How was it?" he asked then, looking like he was genuinely delighted for me. "Same as before? Better? Worse?"
     
"It was satisfying," I told him. "But fair warning – you're lying on the wet patch, lad."
     
"Jesus Christ, Johnny!" Gibsie hissed as he catapulted off the mattress. "Ever hear of a posh wank? I gave you a fucking heap of rubbers."
     
"I'm not posh," I snickered. "And I just got it working again. I'm not suffocating the poor bastard."
     
"Look at my ass!" Gibsie howled, and I had to press the pillow I was holding to my face to bury my laughter. "Look at what you did to me!" he screamed, pointing to the tissue clinging to the back of his trousers. "Take it off," he instructed. "Take your fucking sperm off my ass right this instant!"
     
"No," I choked out through fits of laughter.
     
"You came on my fucking ass!" he roared. "Your cum is touching my body."
    
"Stop or I'm going to bust my stitches from laughing at ya!" I laughed.
     
"Get up," he demanded, outraged. "Get off your hole and help me!"
     
"I can't," I strangled out through fits of laugher. "I'm weak."
    

Tearing his jumper and shirt off, he kicked off his shoes and shoved his school trousers down his hips before stepping out of them. "You sick bastard," he growled as he picked up his pants and flung them at me. "You're such a...a...a wanker!"
     
I laughed because in all honesty, what else could I do?
    
"I feel like it's on me," he groaned, "Is it on me?" Gagging, he twisted around from side to side, trying to get a better view of his back. "I feel like it's touching my skin!" Glaring at me, he spat. "I feel fucking violated, Johnny!"
     
"It's not touching you," I strangled out, hardly able to draw a breath at this stage, as I threw his pants back at him. "You're grand, I promise –"
     
"Wash my uniform," he demanded, jumping out of the way. "Drag yourself and your big, swollen dick out of bed and wash my fucking clothes!" Narrowing his eyes, he hissed, "I don't care if you have to crawl on your hands and knees down the fucking stairs, but you better take my clothes down there and wash them! Or else I'm taking your fucking uniform and you can wear your own cum!"

"Boys?" Mam's voice filled the air. "What's the matter – oh, Gerard, why are you in your underpants?"
     
"Your son," Gibsie paused to point an accusing finger at me before continuing, "ejaculated on me."
     
"He did?" Mam asked with a hopeful expression on her face.
     
"Yes, he did!" Gibsie groaned, shuddering from head to toe.
     
"I didn't fucking ejaculate on you," I shot back, torn between laughing and fucking crying. "I ejaculated and you sat on it."
     
"Same difference," he barked, furious. "Same fucking results, Johnny!"

***

"Gibs I've cleaned up your bodily fluids more than I care to remember, I've forgiven you, so just get off your high horse and let it go. Please," I reminded Gibsie when he pulled into a space in Tommen's carpark.

"Well, I'll never forgive you for this morning," he huffed, rounding the car and falling into step beside me. "You came on me, Johnny."

"I'll come on you a lot fucking worse if you don't give it a bleeding rest," I snapped.

"Oh just you wait till, Lynchy hears about this!" He remarked, giving me a grin.

"For fuck sake, Gibs" I groaned, watching as Grace walked across the car park to where we were. "Ignore him" I muttered, glaring at Gibsie. "He's full of shite."

"Full of shite?" Gibs scoffed, "Would you like me to recount the events of this morning, Cap?"

"No, I wouldn't" I shot back, "And neither would she lad, so zip it."

"Oh, but I think she would" Gibsie said, his grin widening.

"Hear what?" Grace asked, a frown on her face.

"Don't ask, baby" I replied, rubbing my hand down my face.

"It all started with me doing the kind and generous act of waking up your boyfriend for school-" He started.

"Generous?" I barked, but Gibsie continued on.

"Now when I walked in, your boyfriend, my handsome bestfriend, was completely conked out, hugging a pillow for dear life," he winked at me.

Grace quirked a brow at me, and I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying this. "Go on," she said, folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you!" Gibsie said dramatically, as if this was the story of the century. "So there I am, being responsible for once, and what do I get for my troubles? I sit on his bed, and -bam!- my ass is in the splash zone."

Grace blinked, "The splash zone?"

"You came on me, Johnny!" Gibsie declared, throwing his hands up.

Grace started at him for a moment, then back to me, and then she burst out laughing. "So Johnny had a wank in front of you?"

"No" I snapped, horrified.

"Yes" Gibsie said at the same time, grinning like the devil.

Grace's laughter doubled, her hand clutching her stomach. "What in gods name is wrong with the two of you?"

"Nothing!" I growled, glaring at Gibsie. "He sat in it. That's all. And now he won't shut up about it."

"I think I'm going to have to start calling you wanker from now on, Kav" She grinned, knowing exactly what she was doing.

I groaned, "For fuck sake!"

"I see you're fully off your crutches" she said, changing the subject.

"I am" I nod, "I've one more appointment tomorrow so I should be back playing."

"That's good" she smiled, putting her hand on my shoulder before giving me a quick kiss.