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Despite what Johnny will later claim, he does hear Daniel the first time.
“Shoes off.”
But the moment the door slides open, Johnny’s left hand is in Daniel’s hair and his right hand is in the back pocket of Daniel’s pants, and he’s eagerly shoving him against the wall and kissing him breathless.
His brain is like a fizzy drink spilling excitement and fear and bafflement all over the table. Unless Daniel is planning on saying important things like “yes”, “no” or “take my pants off”, Johnny really can’t be expected to process anything he’s hearing right now. Not while Daniel is biting Johnny’s lower lip and pulling him in closer like this – and shit , this is like the fourth time Johnny’s gotten hard tonight without anything happening, and it’s starting to get painful.
But then Daniel grabs his own fistful of Johnny’s hair, pulls him back a few inches and whispers “I said shoes off”, and Johnny groans with how turned on he is.
“Oh, this is gonna be good”, he mutters while he’s kicking off his shoes, and Daniel slides the front door shut and grabs around his neck to kiss him again.
His skin is warm under Johnny’s hands, like he knew it would be, and his tense, smaller body feels like a bomb he can’t wait to light up.
It hurts how much Johnny wants this.
The tension between them has gotten unbearable over the past few weeks. Okay, maybe it’s always been a bit unbearable. But before last month, Johnny always attributed any weird feelings to the fact that he hadn’t gotten laid in a while and LaRusso knew how to push his buttons like nobody else.
Which… None of that was technically wrong, but the terrible truth didn’t dawn on him until a newly amnesiac Robby started teasing him about his “obvious” crush. On Daniel fucking LaRusso. Like his life wasn’t fucked up enough to begin with.
The thing is, right now, with Daniel LaRusso’s tongue in his mouth and Daniel LaRusso’s thigh grinding against his hard cock, Johnny can’t bring himself to be mad about it.
Because apparently, the feeling is mutual.
“Bedroom,” Johnny whispers, nudging Daniel off the wall and further into the house. He doesn’t know what exactly it is he needs from Daniel, but he needs it now and he needs a lot of it.
“Can you use that in a sentence?” Daniel teases.
“Fuck you.”
Daniel laughs. “Bedroom, then.”
The last time he was in Daniel’s bedroom was that night he begged Johnny to call him Daniel. And he’s not been able to stop thinking his name at any possible opportunity, even though it drives him nuts. (He almost got a boner in the McDonalds drive through just by thinking ‘Daniel’ like twelve times in a row. That shouldn’t happen to a guy his age.)
Daniel sits on the edge of the bed, pulling Johnny down with him, and Johnny grabs Daniel’s shirt and starts unbuttoning it before finally throwing it aside. God, he’s sexy. Shit. No fifty year old dude should be this sexy. It’s ridiculous. Johnny swallows.
“Not too late to back out,” Daniel says lightly, hands hovering over where he was just reaching for Johnny’s shirt.
“What? No. No, you’re…”
Johnny doesn’t really know what to say. His first instinct is so pretty , but you probably don’t say that to a guy. Handsome doesn’t feel enough. Handsome is what old ladies say when they see their grandkid in a bow tie. Sexy feels overwhelming. And some part of him still thinks if he does something wrong, LaRusso – Daniel – will finally laugh and break character and reveal that this was all some big stupid prank.
Instead of finishing his sentence, Johnny kneels down onto the floor, leans in between Daniel’s legs and kisses his collarbone. Up his neck, then down his chest, which, yeah, fair, is a little hairier than Johnny is used to, but it’s okay. Daniel’s skin is warm and slightly salty. It’s just a few shades darker than Johnny’s, which makes for an insanely hot contrast.
“You’re so pretty,” Johnny whispers between kisses, even though he just decided like seven seconds ago that saying that would be a dumb idea.
And Daniel moans . Johnny’s going to lose it. He’s moaning because Johnny kissed his neck and called him pretty, and Johnny’s pretty sure he’s about to come in his pants any second now, and nobody’s even done anything to him yet.
With a desperate, hungry moves, he takes off his shirt (why did he wear a button-down tonight?) and manhandles Daniel onto the bed. They land side by side, and now they’re kissing again, Daniel’s skin practically burning against Johnny’s bare chest, and oh my god, this is too good for him to handle.
Daniel moves closer, like he’s trying to move through Johnny somehow, and for the first time tonight, Johnny feels him against his belly. Needy. Thick. Hard.
He doesn’t know if he’s very turned on or very freaked out. His brain just kind of stops at ‘very’ and then decides to completely shut down.
And it hits him for the first time that night: He doesn’t know what they’re going to do. Yeah, every hookup is different, sure, but with girls there’s kind of a general script. You go down on each other until you’re both aching for it, you fuck, you clean up. You don’t really need to think about logistics in the general sense. You know who does what.
And yeah, he’s been dreaming about Daniel blowing him, and there’s been a few instances of where he’s pictured fucking him, but… yeah. That was a rather vague fantasy. His dick wasn’t really concerned with step-by-step instructions at the time. He’s done anal twice, but that was twenty years ago and he was pretty drunk both times.
Johnny’s pretty sure they need lube. Does Daniel have lube? Also, what if Daniel wants to have sex with him instead? He hasn’t even thought about that before, which suddenly seems crazy. What if–
“You okay?” Daniel trails a hand across Johnny’s shoulder, and Johnny unfreezes. Shit. He completely spaced out on him.
“I’m okay,” Johnny says, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”
“What’s up?”
Johnny swallows. It is pretty fucking embarrassing, telling a guy you’ve had this badass thirty year rivalry with and who you could probably (maybe) defeat in your sleep that you kinda have no idea what to do next. Or that you know what you want to do next, but don’t know how to ask for it without sounding like a complete fucking weirdo. But he should probably tell Daniel now, before he expects black belt level moves and ends up thinking Johnny doesn’t want him when he inevitably messes something up.
“So, uh,” Johnny says. “The quiz said I’m, like, 36% percent gay. That’s kinda more… beginner level, I think.”
Daniel blinks a few times. “What? What quiz?”
“I don’t know,” Johnny mutters. “The quiz. On Google.”
“You’re such an idiot,” Daniel says fondly. He leans in to kiss Johnny, soft and cautious and completely unlike him. Of course, Johnny immediately bites him. Daniel laughs into the kiss and finally brings the fire back. His mouth is a challenge and a promise all at once.
Johnny grabs Daniel’s ass with both hands and pulls him close, absolutely nothing left to the imagination. Daniel’s cock is pressed against his stomach, and Johnny rolls his hips up a little bit.
Goosebumps trickle across his arms at Daniel’s moan.
And honestly, Johnny would do anything to keep hearing Daniel make sounds like this. To be the reason he’s making those sounds. He lets his free hand trail down Daniel’s stomach, past his belt, until it lands on Daniel’s dick, straining against his pants. His heart is pounding in his ears. Okay, maybe he’s very freaked out and very turned on.
Johnny palms him and squeezes lightly and Daniel sighs into his mouth.
“Yes.”
His hot breath still tastes like the wine they had at the restaurant, and he pushes into Johnny’s hand, eager and shameless. It’s the hottest fucking thing in the world.
Johnny starts lightly stroking up and down.
“Johnny–”
He never wants to hear anyone else say his name again ever. Jesus fucking Christ. There’s no reason he should be this turned on. He reaches for Daniel’s belt without thinking twice about it, and Daniel sits up a little so Johnny can reach properly. Barely five seconds of shuffling later, the pants fly across the room. Johnny reaches past the waistband of Daniel’s boxer briefs and grabs onto him, and is rewarded with another moan.
Daniel’s cock is warm and thick.
It’s sexy in such a surreal way, having his hands in another guy’s pants. It sends a jolt of electricity straight to the root of Johnny’s dick. He’s about to jack off Daniel LaRusso, and Daniel’s moaning for it like it’s the best day of his life.
Johnny’s been single for almost ten years now. If there’s one thing he should be fucking ace at, it’s handjobs. He gives a slow, teasing drag. Light pressure. Too light.
Daniel bites Johnny’s shoulder. “Nnngghh! Shit, Johnny–”
“Talk to me,” Johnny whispers, because apparently he hasn’t tortured himself enough today. But he needs to hear Daniel right now. He feels like he’ll drown if he doesn’t.
“You’re unbelievable,” Daniel hisses as he leans in further, and the anger and pleasure make for such a beautiful combination that Johnny doesn’t think he’ll forget it in a million years. “Come on. You can’t do this to me!”
“Can’t do what to you?” Johnny teases.
“Please –”
Johnny smirks and bites his ear, slowly building speed as Daniel’s breaths become shakier. “Can you use that in a full sentence?”
“Mghn,” Daniel forces out. “Faster. God, you’re such a prick.”
“You love it.”
Daniel buries his nose in Johnny’s chest, barely a sliver of white between the pink of Daniel’s lips and the pink of Johnny’s nipple. Breathing into him. Like they’ve always been this close. And maybe they have been. His body and Daniel’s body, circling each other. Looking for an opening. Striking. No hesitation, no regret, full force ahead.
“And you know what I love? When you get all cocky and bratty–”
Another moan. Johnny’s burning with the glow of victory. Holy shit. This is a much better win than any he ever got on the mat. Daniel’s dick is leaking precum, and Johnny doesn’t hesitate before letting his thumb swirl over it and work it into his movements. A little faster now. Deeper. Just on the sweeter side of mean.
“Mh… Johnny…”
One of Daniel’s hands is buried in Johnny’s hair now, and he’s holding on for dear life. Fuck. If Johnny’s not careful, he could get addicted to the tingling of his scalp.
And honestly, as much as he loves hearing Daniel trying to rile him up, this might be even better. Riling Daniel up while bringing him to the point of incoherence. Very loud incoherence.
“Oh yes, oh… Oh! Mmmhh!”
His eyes are closed, and he looks so desperately happy that Johnny’s heart is doing all sorts of dumb things in response.
“You got a head full of dirty things you wanna do to me, don’t you?”, Johnny murmurs. “Can’t wait to fuck all your good manners out of you.”
Daniel bites his chest, right above the nipple where the meat of Johnny’s muscle is. Johnny slows his hand down again, letting the head of Daniel’s dick linger in his hand for a second too long before diving back down to the root, over and over. It makes the pressure unbearable, in a way where he knows it’s impossible to tell if it’s too much or if you want more. “You like that?” Johnny says. “Show me how much.”
Daniel bites him harder, and Johnny kisses his temple before rewarding him by speeding up again.
And black belt or not – if you can win gay sex, Johnny’s bringing home the fucking trophy.
And that’s when Daniel looks up, deep brown doe eyes, mouth half-open with indulgence, his hair falling in his eyes, so pretty, so pretty, already half a wreck, and breathes out, “Can I blow you?”
Like it’s nothing.
Like that’s not the hottest thing that’s ever come out of anyone’s mouth.
Johnny’s hand freezes around Daniel’s cock. “Well, you… you better get on with it,” he gasps. “I think I’m about to come in my pants.”
Daniel kisses him, deep and urgent, like he’s trying to savor it. But he’s smiling into the kiss, and Johnny knows they’re thinking the same thing.
Point, LaRusso.
Johnny folded without any effort. Four words, and he was pretty much gone. Ready to give Daniel anything so he’d make good on his promise.
That bastard.
“Oh, and just so you know,” Daniel pants when he finally breaks the kiss and helps a rather frantic Johnny take his jeans off. “I haven’t done anything like this with a guy before.”
“Yeah, me neither,” Johnny says, secretly so relieved he almost laughs. “Obviously. You think I have a whole roster of mortal enemies I secretly wanna bone?”
Daniel smirks, pulling Johnny’s jeans over his feet and tossing them on his desk. “Well, I do… sort of… have a couple more mortal enemies I might not have told you about before.”
“Guess I need to remind you who your favorite is.”
Johnny pulls him in for a searing kiss, thirty years of go-fuck-yourself melting into red hot passion. Fuck, yes. Just like that. Daniel’s tongue is in Johnny’s mouth, and then Johnny feels his teeth again, teasing, demanding, claiming. He moans into the kiss just as Daniel pulls away and grins.
“Did you want that blowjob or not?”
And yeah, Johnny really fucking wants that blowjob.
He lets Daniel pull his underwear off without really thinking. But then Daniel takes him in, lying fully naked in his bed, and Johnny’s heart sort of skips a beat. He involuntarily starts to flex, ‘cause yeah, maybe his belly’s a bit softer than it was in the All Valley changeroom in ‘84. Fucking sue him.
Daniel saw him topless just last week, but he’s not seen all of him.
“Well, I can see where you get your confidence,” Daniel teases, not taking his approving gaze off Johnny’s dick. He’s so swollen, and so desperate, and he can’t help but twitch at the comment.
Johnny is so fucking close to begging. But he won’t. No way.
Instead of diving down right away, Daniel runs his hands over Johnny’s chest a few times. Then his thighs. Slow, hungry, almost reverent. Like he’s something to be treasured. He feels the softness of the gauze around Daniel’s right hand, where Johnny bandaged him after he punched Kreese. Daniel bled for him tonight. And that probably shouldn’t turn him on, but it does.
Finally, Daniel pins Johnny’s hands on either side of him, squeezes them and dives down. He starts at the base of Johnny’s dick, kissing once and then licking a slow stripe all the way up to the head.
Johnny twitches again. Idiot. He said it was his first time with a guy, too, and you think it’s smart to slap him in the cheek with your dick? Good job.
But Daniel just laughs.
“Just as impatient as the rest of you.”
“Fuck you,” Johnny says, but he doesn’t sound like he means it. Not even a little bit. Daniel smiles up at him and bends down again.
This time, he makes his tongue wider somehow, so the lower half of his dick is entirely enveloped by warmth and wetness and pressure.
Shit. He’s not gonna last long.
“You’re so hot,” Daniel murmurs once he pulls away at the head, and Johnny almost whimpers. Oh god. Not this, too. If Daniel insists on being sweet to him, too, he’s gonna come twelve seconds in like some kind of virgin.
“So good for me.”
And that’s just so unfair Johnny can’t even come up with a comeback. He just frantically leans into Daniel’s tongue, both dreading the moment when he reaches the top and pulls away and wishing it would come faster, so he can hear Daniel praising him again.
It goes on like this for longer than Johnny had thought possible.
“Your dick’s incredible. So nice and big. No idea what you’re doing to me. Gonna make you feel so good.”
And when Johnny’s just about to tell him to cut it out because he’s dizzy with pleasure and so turned on he might actually cry, Daniel finally closes his mouth around the head of Johnny’s dick, and swallows him down all the way.
He’s careful and slow for the first few moves. Then he starts getting more heated, until all his passion is in his mouth.
Johnny bucks under the dark fiery rhythm of his tongue.
No fucking way. No fucking way he’s this good at blowjobs.
“I’m never gonna let you leave this bed again,” Johnny whines, and Daniel laughs quietly, letting his tongue flick over the slit of Johnny’s cock as if teasing him back.
“Yes,” Johnny moans, and grabs onto Daniel’s face to cup his cheek.
And the son of a bitch moves Johnny’s dick into the side of his cheek so Johnny can feel himself in Daniel’s mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
And just when Johnny thought this blowjob could not get any better or any meaner, Daniel presses a few flat fingers into the spot below Johnny’s balls, just slow, deep pressure as he keeps sucking, and Johnny jolts under the touch. A sound comes out of him that he didn’t even know he was capable of making. What the fuck.
Daniel smiles up at him, eyes questioning, and Johnny nods breathlessly. He completely falls apart between Daniel’s mouth and his hand, grinding against his touch, thrusting up into Daniel’s mouth. More. It’s as if Daniel hears him, because he increases the pressure.
“Fucking typical,” Johnny rasps, even though he can barely breathe from joy. “You’ve been doing this for five minutes but you already know all the illegal moves.”
He halfway expects Daniel to pull off of him and say something like, “How often do I have to tell you that kick wasn’t illegal”, and honestly, Johnny would fucking love that. But Daniel does something worse.
He scrapes his teeth lightly up the length of Johnny’s cock, just sharp enough to hurt a little, but good enough where that soft, delicious pain lights him up from the inside out.
Fuck. He did not think this through.
Just because he’s the one getting his dick sucked, doesn’t mean he’s in control here. He’s completely at Daniel‘s mercy.
Daniel begins his routine again, sucking and licking and applying pressure to that one spot and this time, the intensity builds so quickly that Johnny immediately knows he’s done for.
“I’m gonna–” he chokes out.
But Daniel doesn’t pull off. He keeps up the pace perfectly.
“I’m serious!” Johnny says, vaguely reaching down for his face. “I’ll come.”
And Daniel meets his eyes, challenging, satisfied, so fucking smug while wordlessly telling Johnny what’s going to happen next. And Johnny's brain goes into complete overload. He lets himself be swept away.
Spills into the wet dark heat of Daniel’s mouth. Holy shit.
Daniel comes up for air and kisses Johnny, and he tastes a bit salty, and then says “beautiful”, and Johnny realizes with a start that he had no chance to spit anything anywhere. Daniel just swallowed Johnny’s cum. Sucked him off, let Johnny come in his mouth and then swallowed. And that’s just the kind of Type A overachiever shit that is so fucking intoxicating about him.
Johnny kisses him so fiercely he feels like he’s going to pass out.
“Beautiful,” Daniel says again when Johnny finally lets go of him. “You’re so fucking sexy when you fall apart.”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you curse,” Johnny says, and kisses him again. “Also, stop making me look bad. How am I supposed to follow that up?”
Daniel smiles and lets his fingers trail across Johnny’s stomach. “I’m so close at this point, I think I’ll just come on your chest if that’s okay?”
Johnny swallows. “Yeah. Yeah, if you want.”
He’d do anything for Daniel right now. Anything at all.
Daniel sits up, the perfect curve of his cock already in his hands. He swings one leg over Johnny, straddling his lap, and Johnny almost wishes he was ready to go again. Realistically, he knows he’ll be okay again once he’s slept a good eight hours, but right now he feels so fucking spent that he wouldn’t be surprised if it takes him two to three business days to get hard again.
“God, just look at you,” Daniel says as he starts to stroke himself, and Johnny lets his hand fall on Daniel’s thighs.
“Daniel…”
Daniel moans at this, and Johnny resolves to use that knowledge much more often the next time they have sex.
“Tell me what I said Wednesday night,” Daniel whispers.
Johnny breathes. No fucking way he can relive that while watching Daniel jacking off without completely losing his mind.
“You… ” he finally manages. “I like your shirt. You can take it off if you want to.”
Daniel laughs. “Classy.”
“You were so needy for it,” Johnny teases. Daniel’s hand is speeding up, and he watches it, mesmerized. “You wanted me so bad.”
“What else?”
Johnny lets his hands wander across Daniel’s body. His warm thighs. His belly. His hips. He’s got beautiful hips. Johnny pictures them below him while he fucks Daniel. His mouth is dry.
“Johnny.”
“I want you ,” he says, licking his lips. “I want you. I want you, and I know it’s not just me. You’re too drunk to drive, sleep in my bed.”
Daniel’s eyes are jumping from Johnny’s chest to his shoulders to his face, and that directness is going to drive him crazy. He is going to come on him. On Johnny’s chest. Daniel’s getting off at the mere sight of him.
I know it’s not just me.
“What are you leaving out?” Daniel pants. And of course he’d know. Of course he’d notice.
“I like you,” Johnny says, and it’s almost inaudible.
“I do like you.” Daniel smiles down at him.
“Yeah, I figured,” Johnny quips, casting a brief glance down at Daniel’s hand stroking his cock, and it’s really embarrassing that with this super hot thing happening right in front of him, he’s still mesmerized by Daniel’s smile the moment he looks up.
“Like you too,” he murmurs, because it’s true, but also because he wants to see that sentence making waves in Daniel’s face. And it does, in the best possible way, because his expression tightens, and then he lets go completely, moaning and gasping as his come shoots across Johnny’s chest.
Johnny just lies there for a moment, a little embarrassed about what he just said to Daniel, but mostly just completely high and blissed out. That was so fucking good. Just perfect. Exactly what he needed.
Daniel grabs some tissues from his nightstand and cleans up the biggest part of the mess. Only a thin film of cum remains, mingled with sweat.
“Thanks,” Johnny rasps, meeting his eyes.
“Of course.”
Once Daniel’s put away the tissues, Johnny collapses onto the mattress face first. Even though he was sure Daniel would complain at getting his cum-soaked chest all over his expensive bamboo sheets, he simply lies down next to Johnny. Their faces are barely two inches apart.
When Johnny absent-mindedly swoops Daniel’s hair out of his face, Daniel kisses him on the nose.
“If you want me to swallow again, by the way, you’re gonna need to start eating some fruit every once in a while.”
“Yeah?” Johnny says lazily. “You had my dick in your mouth five minutes ago and now you wanna boss me around?”
Daniel chuckles, throwing one of his legs over Johnny’s and pressing a lazy kiss onto his arm. “Let’s be honest. I’m gonna boss you for around the rest of your life, and you’re gonna be so into it you can barely help yourself.”
For the rest of your life lights up some dark room inside Johnny’s head he’s always pretended he liked better unoccupied. The sudden brightness makes him squint a little bit.
Silently, he runs his fingers through Daniel’s hair, hoping he can caress the urgency of what he feels into Daniel’s scalp somehow.
For the rest of your life.
Like that’s not a monumental announcement. Like it’s not even a question that that’s what Daniel wants. This isn’t a one night thing, and it’s not just a sex thing. I want you. If you want me, I’m yours. Daniel is braver than Johnny could ever dream of being.
And yeah, that’s it.
Point. Winner.
“Yeah, you might be onto something there,” Johnny jokes quietly, and even though it feels like he said that like half an hour too late, Daniel laughs and kisses his arm again.
Johnny bets Daniel has a Costco card or something like that. Tomorrow, he’ll swing by and buy out their entire stock of pineapples like some math textbook freak. Maybe that’s why those idiots were always buying eighty-seven watermelons. They’d just gotten the best head of their life and wanted to make sure that became a permanent thing. Fair enough.
Daniel scoots closer until their bodies touch, and Johnny slings an arm around his waist. “I had a really good time,” Johnny says, without really knowing why. He sounds like a total airhead.
But Daniel beams at him. “So you liked the blowjob, huh?”
“Eh,” Johnny teases. “It was okay. I could give a better blowjob in my sleep.”
“In your dreams,” Daniel counters. “You don’t stand a chance at my title.”
“Mh, according to that logic you’re the one whose boyfriend gives mediocre blowjobs. I’m the one who’s got the champion in my bed. So who’s the real winner here?”
Daniel smiles, lacing his fingers through Johnny’s. “Rematch tomorrow, how about that?”
“You’re on.”