Page 114 of The Only Seconds that Matter
Ten minutes later Johnny emerged wearing a fresh shirt and jeans from the stack he’d been bringing and leaving at Victor’s place with increasing regularity as their lives intertwined.Johnny was at Victor’s house so often that Victor wondered when they’d technically be living together.It was so much like a man to move in before he said, “I love you”.
Johnny flopped onto the other side of the couch, wiping his hand through his wet hair to dry it.“Lord Almighty, my boss’s been on my last nerve.I’ve had to pick up shifts from two guys that he fired, and to be honest with ya, I’d rather take a trip to Hell and back than work 60 hours ever again.You’re so lucky you’re your own boss.”
“I have to do my own taxes.”
“Poor you.”Johnny gave Victor that goofy smile that always got Victor’s heart going.“How was your show?You win anything?”
“Not yet.”
“You’ll get ‘im there.Ain’t no better rider out there.”
“You’re sweet,” Victor told him, reaching out and placing a hand on his knee.“Have you had much time to work with Doña?”
“No, but my sister brought Taylor by a few times this week and I know she’s been messin’ around with her.Ain’t no horse on this earth safe from Taylor’s clutches.”
“That’s good.”Victor squeezed Johnny’s knee, then rubbed a circle with his thumb before dropping his hand to Johnny’s foot.“Want a foot rub?”
Johnny snorted, then sobered when he realized Victor wasn’t joking.“Serious?”
“It’s been a long week for both of us.”
Johnny lifted an eyebrow.“I ain’t gonna stop ya.”
Victor situated himself on the couch so their legs were entwined, then perched Johnny’s leg on his thigh so that he had easy access to Johnny’s left foot.This allowed him to dig his thumbs into the arch of Johnny’s foot and down his heel.Johnny leaned back with a sigh and stared at the ceiling as Victor worked.
“Never had a foot rub before,” Johnny murmured.
“No?No girlfriend’s ever done this?”
“Women don’t wanna touch men’s feet.”
“Good thing I’m not a woman then.”When Johnny lifted his head to shoot Victor a look, Victor smiled.“Relax and let me take care of you.”
Johnny’s voice was small and quiet when he replied, “Yeah, okay.”
Victor spent five minutes on each foot, enjoying Johnny’s expressions of pleasure and relief as Victor worked.Over time, Johnny’s face pinkened, and when Victor glanced at Johnny’s crotch, he saw a definite bulge hardening.So after he finished rubbing Johnny’s right foot, he dropped it and slid up between Johnny’s legs, forcing them apart and up to accommodate the width of Victor’s hips.Johnny let out a sound of surprise and alarm, but it was quickly muffled by Victor’s mouth on his.The tension in Johnny’s body faded, and he wrapped both arms around Victor’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.To get better contact with Johnny’s groin, Victor grabbed him under one knee and lifted his thigh toward his chest.Johnny moaned, arching against him.Victor wasn’t sure he wanted bottom surgery, but at times like this it sure would come in fucking handy.It would take the hassle out of topping.
“Been wanting this all week,” Johnny muttered against Victor’s mouth, one hand fisting the back of Victor’s shirt while the other slid through his hair.“Fuckin’ Christ.”
“Can I fuck you?”Victor said in a breathy exhale.
Confusion set in.“But you ain’t got a—”
“I have strap ons.And a prosthetic.”
“But…” Johnny sucked in another wet breath of air.“Surely you don’t get much outta that, right?”
“I get lots out of it.”
“Really?”
“My prosthetic has a vibrator inside.But even the ones that don’t, I still get something out of it.There’s friction and… mental stimulation, I guess.”
“Oh.”Before he could respond, Victor slid his hand further down and grasped a light handful of his balls.Johnny half groaned, half snorted, wiggling under the pressure.
“Do you bottom?”Victor found himself asking.
This question seemed to shake loose Johnny’s thinking brain, because he swallowed and blinked himself into a more sober coherence.“I have, yeah.”
