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The rolling, tall grass-filled plains of Kansas were slowly driving Gyro mad. For miles in the heat of the afternoon, Gyro found himself getting slightly irritated by everything around him. Flies relentlessly circled around him, the moment he swatted one away from his left ear, another one started buzzing and circling around his right ear. "Maybe this is because I didn't bring soap to the excruciatingly long cross continental horse race...God this country is huge." He thought to himself. Gyro was used to feeling slightly annoyed all the time due to his belt stabbing into his groin as he rode for hours, and his gums feeling inflamed all the time from his grills. Or maybe he should've been brushing his teeth with something that wasn't sticks. Gyro chose to keep lying to himself even though he read about gingivitis in a book his dad made him read while he was shadowing him in the clinic before he was allowed to visit with patients. He looked up at Johnny riding slightly ahead of him and he seemed annoyingly perfectly content. All these little annoyances were starting to add up.
"Johnny, is this heat bothering you at all?" Gyro asked. He was hoping Johnny could sense his unrest.
"Not really, I run cold. Let's keep riding until I find a rabbit I can shoot for supper." Johnny suggested. Gyro was glad Johnny could tell he was getting restless.
They rode for three more hours; the tall grass started containing more and more trees as they rode and the sun started to touch the tops of the highest leaves when Johnny spied the grass shaking as a small, gray and brown blur darted from one side of the long dirt trail to the other. Johnny hurried and shot two shots into the tall grass, praying it actually hit his target. He rode over to the spot he fired his nail bullets at and parted the grass that hadn't been cut by his shots. He followed blood stains on the grass and looked down at a moderately sized cottontail rabbit with a nail lodged square between its shoulders. Johnny put his hands together and looked up at the sky and said a quick silent prayer in his head and then proceeded to look down and fire a final nail bullet in the rabbit's head.
"God you're ruthless, you know you're not fooling God by saying a prayer every time before you make these critter's brains into soup, right?" Gyro said in a joking tone, as he got down and grabbed the rabbit and handed it to Johnny.
"Hey man, I thought you were catholic, you should be chill with me asking for a little forgiveness even if it's just a dumb little rabbit." Johnny retorted back. "You wanna eat or not?"
"Yeah I'm hungry as shit, let's set up in that clearing over there." Gyro said, as he hopped back onto Valkyrie. They both impatiently made Slow Dancer and Valkyrie sprint towards the clearing and Gyro hopped down and tied them both to a solitary cottonwood tree that towered over the rest of the trees surrounding the clearing. Gyro put his hand out and Johnny handed him the dead rabbit as he tipped over and fell on the ground, dismounting Slow Dancer. Gyro winced. "His legs are probably COVERED in bruises. Good thing he can't feel the pain every time he dismounts," Gyro thought to himself. He should be used to Johnny's adapted mounting and dismounting by this point, but he was just glad he didn't have to use any of his techniques. Johnny crawled to the center of the clearing and Gyro handed him the rabbit and a knife from his saddle bag, and he skinned the poor thing as Gyro gathered and placed various rocks and sticks down in the shape of a campfire. He grabbed one of his steel balls and hurled it at a nearby dead tree, stripping the dry bark in a spiral pattern for Gyro to then walk over and grab it and tear it into many pieces for kindling. He placed it on top of the campfire and grabbed a flint and spun his steel ball on top of it, sending sparks flying out and lighting the fire.
"You like my new campfire technique?" Gyro asked, breaking Johnny's concentration.
"Gyro, you have a new campfire technique every night, you want me to compliment you every time?" Johnny deadpanned, as he finished skinning the rabbit.
"Yes, yes I do. You still have a lot to learn from my creativity." Gyro said back in a snarky tone, flipping his hair over his shoulder. "Here's a stick for the rabbit, you cook while I set up camp and find some water nearby." Johnny grabbed the stick and jammed it through the rabbit and sighed and watched as Gyro walked away, grabbing the pot from Johnny's saddle bag. "Maybe he is feeling tired and irritable like I am..." Gyro thought to himself as he rummaged through Johnny's bag, blissfully unaware of how tired Johnny was from riding all day and hearing Gyro sing all day and talk his ear off on the trail.
After a blissful half hour of quiet broken by the crickets, Gyro emerged from the trees and grass entering the clearing and carrying their pot, full of water. He set it down next to the fire and sat next to Johnny, whose eye contact hadn't broken from the rabbit which was starting to smell like a five star meal to their trail-fatigued stomachs.
"Is it almost done?" Gyro asked, stomach growling.
"Yeah, if you wanna wake up with the runs tomorrow." Johnny replied. "You forgot to set up our sleeping bags by the way. It'll probably be done after you're done setting everything up like you said you would."
"Oh, my bad!" Gyro hurriedly got up and grabbed their sleeping bags from Johnny's saddle bag, not wanting to annoy Johnny further. He picked the most shady corner of the clearing and set them up right next to each other, placing a blanket on each one for extra warmth. He grabbed the communal pillow (Johnny's pillow) and fluffed it up, before setting it on Johnny's sleeping bag and slapping it a couple times for good measure. The rabbit was starting to smell REAL good now.
"Ta-daaaa!" Gyro said, as Johnny ignored him and cut a cross-section into the rabbit to check if it was fully cooked. It still needed at least ten minutes. He cut more slices into the rabbit hoping the heat would reach the thickest parts of its supple flesh as he placed the rabbit stick back onto the stands on the sides of the fire to let it cook further.
Gyro practically floated towards the fire, following the scent of the rabbit as Johnny stared off into the distance and watched as the sun disappeared; exhausted from the day they had, missing Hot Pant's delicious sandwiches that kept him and Gyro full with minimal effort the week prior. "How'd she even manage to get all those ingredients in the middle of the race anyway?" Johnny thought to himself, as Gyro sat down close to him once again, resting his left hand on Johnny's knee in an unspoken attempt to make Johnny feel better. He knows he can't feel it but he does it anyway.
"Rabbit's almost done, I'm just letting the heat get to the middle so we don't get sick." Johnny said.
"Ooh, considerate Johnny! I can't wait to dig in!" Said Gyro, overly enthusiastic for how tired they both were. Gyro's coping mechanism balanced them out in a strange sort of way that Johnny would've appreciated if his stomach wasn't growling even harder than an hour earlier.
"Grab the mess kits." Johnny said, interrupting a long period of silence as Gyro struggled to stand up and hobbled over to Johnny's saddle bag for what seemed like the billionth time. He walked back over and set both of them in Johnny's lap, as Johnny removed the rabbit from the fire and started to carve the rabbit, carefully dishing out equal portions for each of them. Gyro's mouth watered as he waited for Johnny to be done; being careful not to snatch his plate and eat before Johnny, to not annoy him further. Johnny finished and set the remains of the rabbit on the ground beside the fire, when Gyro grabbed the rabbit carcass and tossed it far into the distance.
"What was that for?" Johnny asked, slightly taken aback.
"Coyotes. I don't want them interrupting our sleep." Gyro explained.
"Makes sense." Johnny shrugged and picked up his plate and started eating, queueing Gyro to start eating after. They ate in silence, soon abandoning their forks and eating with their hands as they were too tired and hungry to care. Not even a minute later; Gyro's plate was completely clean, the strange blonde man brought it to his face and ravenously licked it spotless as Johnny watched him with a lifted eyebrow and a red face, while still making rapid progress on his portion.
"I'm in a better mood now!" Gyro said, as he set his completely clean mess kit plate on the ground and wiped his greasy hands on his pants.
"Geeze, the water's right there. You could've rinsed your hands off instead of getting your pants all oily" Said Johnny, finishing off his meat and licking his fingers as Gyro watched his fingers closely. Now that his stomach was happy he had the energy to feel slightly aroused by Johnny's hands being skillfully licked clean.
"Oh, my bad. There's actually far worse than grease stains embedded in this premium Italian fabric." Gyro bragged sarcastically, and he then started frantically rubbing his greasy hands on Johnny's star spangled pants to get a rise out of him, not caring about angering Johnny now that they both replenished their energy.
"Hey man, what the fuck! Stop that!" Johnny started frantically swatting Gyro's hands to get him to stop, which only egged him on further. Johnny reached past him, got his hand wet in the pot and started flinging water at him. "Also, you smell TERRIBLE!!! Your fancy Italian pants need to be CLEANED!!!" Johnny exclaimed while pushing Gyro to the ground and straddling him, rubbing his wet hands on Gyro's face and smearing his green lipstick all over his face to annoy him back.
"Augh stop, fine! Fine! I'll clean them tomorrow morning!" Gyro exclaimed. There was an unfortunate and inconvenient heat rushing towards his core. If Johnny gets off he'll see his pants turning into a tent, but if he stays on the tent will get bigger. He cursed at himself for riling up Johnny earlier.
"What, you're just gonna ride on the trail with wet pants tomorrow? Clean them NOW!!" Johnny yelled, pointing at the pot.
"I thought that was our drinking water!"
"I still have plenty in my canteen for us to share, you can grab more water to boil tomorrow in the morning!"
"Oh, you want me to walk AAAALLLLLLLLLLL that way to get more water tomorrow when we could get passed by other racers while I waste our valuable time because 'YOU' don't like 'MY' cleaning habits?"
"At least 'YOU' can walk!!! Also, what cleaning habits?! You smell terrible! We're getting you your own bar of soap at the next town we hit, I'm tired of you stealing mine! I'm manually scrubbing the dirt off of EVERY inch of you when we hit a lodge!"
"You mean every single inch? There's a lot. I've got far more surface area than you." Gyro said, in a matter-of-factly tone. Johnny's face got red when he realized what he accidentally said in the heat of the moment.
"Ok I'm backtracking, that is NOT what I meant-"
"I dunno Johnny, I think there's something you're not telling me that you want right now." Said Gyro, before swiftly grabbing Johnny and rolling him to the ground so he was hovering over him, his hands pinning Johnny's to the dirt by his wrists. Johnny's face got redder as he looked down and realized they were both sporting matching tents in their pants. Shit.
"Well what do you want from me?" Johnny asked, breathing heavily. "Tell me, before I make you regret pinning me down like this" Johnny slurred.
Gyro's face got redder, pondering what he could even possibly do pinned down like this. This was most definitely an empty threat.
"Oh please, what are you even going to do like this? I'm clearly in charge he-" Johnny interrupted Gyro by using his brute upper body strength to move his wrists together and then in the opposite direction, spreading his arms and causing Gyro to lose his balance and crash on top of him. Johnny wrapped his arms around him, one of his hands gripping his neck from behind. Johnny leaned into his ear.
"Take us to our sleeping bags you set up so unusually close to each other when I told you to set them up earlier," Johnny said in a low tone, his lips barely grazing Gyro's ear, causing a shiver to run down Gyro's spine as he then wrapped his arms around Johnny and brought him to the sleeping bags.
"Oh please, you said your body runs cold earlier and I was worried it was gonna be cold tonight and I'm a human furnace so I thought I'd share my heat with you!" Gyro said, as he gently set Johnny on his bag. "Plus, you're acting like we don't already sleep this close every night anyways!"
"Gyro, I usually set mine up at least a couple feet away from you because you shake around a lot in your sleep, but then you end up 'miraculously' scooting towards me in your 'sleep' to put your head on my pillow." Johnny replied. "I'm fine sharing, but you could at least 'ask' instead of doing this weird little act where you pretend you moved in your sleep to be next to me!"
"I'm sorry Johnny, I'm not as forward as you are. Want me to be more forward from now on?"
"Uh yeah, duh. Why don't you start by removing 'MY' pants that 'YOU' ruined earlier! I washed these two days ago, remember!"
Gyro chuckled, unbuckling his belt and removing it, chucking it at the dirt next to them.
"Johnny, I know you're real forward from your racing days but this is the first time you're trying to get 'ME' to do what you want, what is it that you want?" Gyro said, as he pulled Johnny's pants down at a torturously slow pace in comparison to the scuffle they had just moments earlier. Johnny was getting impatient. Gyro folded Johnny's pants and set them on the unoccupied sleeping bag to the left of them.
"Why don't you take off all your clothes, let them soak in that pot over there and I'll let you ride me tonight?" Johnny suggested, his face blushed with lidded eyes.
"Johnny, are you bribing me to make me clean my clothes?" Gyro asked, as he unbuttoned his purple studded shirt and tossed it at his belt.
"Maybe I am. I'll make it worth your trouble, I promise." Johnny replied, as Gyro pulled his tank top off, his brown nipples peaking in the nippy evening air and his long, blonde air draping over his shoulders.
"I guess I'll submit if it's you asking, but you're not gonna be the one who's getting ridden tonight, 'pro-jockey' boy." Said Gyro, he snuck his hands under Johnny's hooded top and pulled it off him and over his head, taking his beanie with it.
"Fine, as long as you clean my pants with your clothes tonight after you're done," Johnny said, as one hand reached up and pinched one of Gyro's nipples, making him groan at his touch.
"God, you're asking a lot from me right now, Johnny boy," Gyro choked out, as Johnny added a second hand and played with both his nipples, eliciting another groan from him. "You did make that delicious dinner for us though so It's the least I can do, I guess..."
"Good boy. Go ahead and take off your pants and soak them with mine." Johnny commanded, removing a hand from Gyro's chest and smacking his ass. The bigger man didn't want to get on his bad side tonight so he hurried and removed his pants and boots and grabbed Johnny's boot pants and tossed their pants at the pot, somehow landing both of them in there. He then grabbed a steel ball from one of the holsters on his belt and tossed it at the pot, landing it inside and fully submerging their pants and making them spin.
"I have a really cool idea for some kind of machine that utilizes the 'spin' to make clothes cleaner, is that cool or what?" Gyro asked, and Johnny slapped his palm to his own face. To Gyro, Johnny was only pretending that it wasn't a really good idea because he didn't come up with it instead. Johnny sighed and then violently yanked Gyro's boxer shorts down, exposing his long, tan uncut cock to the air as Gyro then finished taking them off for Johnny.
"God, you're hard for me." Johnny said, as he yanked his boxer shorts down and set them on top of Gyro's which were set on top of his studded shirt. Johnny couldn't feel what was going on with his dick but it stood proud and leaked for Gyro anyways. Gyro was honestly impressed by its resilience.
"Why wouldn't I be? You act like you don't like my great ideas but clearly you want me sooooo~~ bad. You've been practically chasing me this entire race so far! Why haven't we done this sooner?" Gyro said, as he wrapped his left hand around Johnny's cock and started digging his right hand into Johnny's hair and pulling at it as he straddled Johnny's limp thighs and started moving his left hand up and down slowly, pumping the smaller man's cock at a leisurely pace. Johnny moaned as Gyro pulled his hair harder.
"Do something with my chest, I can't feel what you're doing down there," Johnny gasped as Gyro moved his hand from his dick and started playing with his left nipple.
"Answer my question, Johnny. Why haven't we done this sooner?" Johnny whimpered and squirmed as Gyro got rougher during his little interrogation.
"I was worried you'd abandon me if you realized how crazy I am for you," Johnny explained.
"I didn't abandon you when Ringo 'shot' you, why would I care if I found out how much of a freak you are for me?" Gyro replied. He then lowered his head and started to suck at Johnny's right nipple, causing Johnny to arch his back and moan.
"Gyro, I don't think this is the time to explain my abandonment issues, ugh- just please let me get off....ungh- please I'm begging you"
Gyro paused his ministrations and gazed directly into Johnny's eyes. He responded by crashing his lips directly into Johnny's and they explored each other's mouths for the first time, smudging both their lipsticks as Gyro dug and spun his thumbs into the smaller man's nipples, causing him to moan into Gyro's mouth as they fought each other's tongues for dominance. Johnny wrapped his left arm around Gyro's broad back to hold him steady as Johnny reached down, grazing Gyro's abs as his hand went lower and grabbed Gyro's impossibly stiff cock and started pumping it, matching Gyro's pace on his nipples as they both moaned in unison. As they both got faster, Gyro involuntarily jerked into Johnny's closed fist while Johnny's back arched as he whined under Gyro's thumbs. With a loud grunt, Johnny was the first to be pushed over the edge as he spilled over his own stomach and chest, stroking the taller man harder and harder until Gyro broke their kiss and threw his head back and grunted as he came onto Johnny's abs.
Gyro wiped his sweat off his forehead and held his hand to Johnny's face, as Johnny let go of his spent cock and grabbed Gyro's hand and licked it clean, still tasting a hint of rabbit meat from earlier.
"God, I've been scared to say this but I haven't gotten any action since the 'incident'. I didn't think I could still come undone like that but you drive me insane," Johnny said, panting.
"Your cute little pink nipples are so sensitive, Johnny! I'm glad you came too," Gyro said, as he got off Johnny's legs and separated them to kneel between them as Johnny covered his face in embarrassment at Gyro's enthusiasm.
"What are you doing to me now, Gyro?" Johnny asked; still panting under muffled hands, as Gyro started to stroke his cock to get it hard again while he knelt between Johnny's parted legs.
"Can I stick it in your ass?" Gyro said, catching his breath as he stroked himself in front of Johnny; feeling his skin getting hotter as Johnny watched him re-harden. "Pretty please?" Gyro made eye contact and fluttered his eyelashes to attempt to convince him.
"God, I'd do anything for your goofy ass." Johnny said, wrapping his hands around Gyro's slutty waist. "Have at it, I'm all yours."
"Anything? Wow, you're so cute, Johnny-boy..." Gyro responded, as he rubbed his left hand's fingers on Johnny's abs, covering them in their combined cum so he could then reach down and start prodding at Johnny's tight asshole. With his right hand, he swiped more cum from atop Johnny's stomach and used it to keep stroking his cock as he dug his index finger into Johnny's asshole.
"This- ugh- this is the first time I've had anyone's fingers in my ass, why can I feel it?" Johnny moaned. He was surprised he could feel ANYTHING in there since he could hardly feel his dick.
"This is where your prostate is, I'm rubbing it really hard right now, want me to insert another finger?" Gyro replied, curling his index finger repeatedly against Johnny's prostate, causing him to moan loudly and arch his back again.
"God, please, I just need you in me," Johnny said, panting harder as his face got redder while watching his riding partner dig into him. In response, Gyro scooped up the last of their cum from Johnny's stomach and shoved his index and middle finger into Johnny's twitching asshole, Johnny practically yelling while moaning in response as Gyro pumped his fingers in and out swiftly. After his cock was fully hard and leaking precum again, he quickly removed his fingers and lined his dick up with Johnny's hole, pulling his foreskin back and revealing his aching brown head.
"Are you ready no-"
"GOD YES JUST PUT IT IN" Johnny yelled. Gyro then responded by swiftly shoving his entire cock into the man beneath him, drawing another loud moan from Johnny. He tiredly gazed into Gyro's striking green eyes as he started thrusting, going faster and faster as Johnny breathed harder and harder as Gyro pumped his hips back and forth; the sound of their rhythm echoing into the desolate night.
"Is this good enough for you now, baby?" Gyro asked, Johnny was taken aback by the sudden pet name but he was too busy moaning to say anything about it.
"Yes, you're perfect, ah- keep going for me G-Gyro..." Johnny replied, between pants and moans.
"I'm flipping you over now so I can watch that massive ass of yours bounce, Johnny." Said Gyro, as he pulled out and swiftly flipped Johnny over, then started violently thrusting into him even harder than before; Johnny was now gripping his sleeping bag for dear life as Gyro pounded into him relentlessly for what seemed like ages. He squeezed Johnny's waist, leaving red trails on this pale skin as he thrusted into him. Johnny stuck his face into his pillow as he was yelling in pure ecstasy, until Gyro yanked his hair with his free hand, pulling his hair and making his screams heard at full volume.
"You're not getting out of letting me hear you." Said Gyro, grunting and breathing between thrusts. He was getting close to the edge again.
"Keep p-pulling m-y hair, I'm getting- ah- close again I think," Johnny stuttered.
Gyro let go of his waist and slapped Johnny's ass blisteringly hard in response, causing Johnny to yell again as Gyro maintained his thrusts at an incredibly fast speed while he pulled Johnny's hair so hard his torso left his sleeping bag.
"Oh God I think I'm g-gonna cum again, don't stop Gyro!" Johnny moaned, before coming hard onto his sleeping bag below him. Gyro wasn't far behind him.
"Where do I cum, Johnny?" Gyro panted. He was a mess too, but he stayed strong for Johnny's pleasure. He deserved a good second first time.
"I-In me, pl-please I BEG you Gyro." Johnny said, overstimulated from barely cumming. Gyro yelled out as his thrusts slowed and he was practically stuck inside Johnny as he finished and filled Johnny's ass until it overflowed. He pulled out, leaving a white trail on the sleeping bag below them before collapsing on Johnny's back and wrapping his arms around him, digging his face into Johnny's neck to suck a hickey, claiming Johnny as his own.
"You're so good for me Johnny boy, thanks for letting me indulge you." Gyro said, now littering Johnny's neck with small kisses.
"I think I love you, Gyro." Said Johnny, reveling in the attention he was getting from the big, handsome man laying atop him.
"I love you too, Johnny."
They laid in silence for a moment, enjoying the afterglow and the embrace they were experiencing.
"Can you grab my canteen, babe?" Johnny asked.
"Oh, absolutely. I'm parched." Gyro got up, his knees popping; a combination from the activities they just engaged in and soreness from being on the trail all day.
Gyro hobbled over to Slow Dancer and grabbed the canteen hanging from Johnny's saddle bag, and he tossed it to Johnny. He then walked to the pot containing their pants, removed his steel ball which had stopped spinning in the water during their 'activities' and set it down to the side of the fire. Gyro then grabbed each pair of pants and used the spin from his steel ball to wring them out until they were nearly dry, and he then walked over to a tree and hung their pants up on a lower branch to fully dry overnight. He walked back over to the pot and picked it up and dumped it over the dying fire, ensuring they don't wake up to accidental arson. When Gyro was sure the fire was dead, he picked up his steel ball from the ground and walked back over to His and Johnny's shared sleeping area, where Johnny was chugging from the canteen and watching him lay back down and get warm and snug under his sleeping bag, or at least as warm as he could be without any clothes.
"You should join me here in my sleeping bag, Johnny boy. Mine's cum free AND I'm really warm," Gyro suggested, before grabbing the canteen from Johnny and chugging, before screwing the cap on and setting it down on the dirt next to his sleeping bag. Johnny responded by groaning and rolling on top of Gyro, who then held him as he pulled the sleeping bag cover and blanket from underneath him, and he then smoothed the covers over him and held him close in a spooning position, Johnny as the little spoon as he sucked a final hickey on the other side of his neck, making Johnny groan tiredly before Gyro unlatched and they both fell asleep together. They still had a long race ahead of them, but at least they were with each other now.