Page 95 of The Only Seconds that Matter
“I’m making a milkshake for me, actually,” Victor replied, trying to sound irritated even as his heart fluttered with delight and excitement.“Shoulda shown up earlier if you wanted one.”
Johnny’s hand shot out and grabbed the pitcher handle of the blender, plucking it from its base.
“Hey!”Victor protested as Johnny released him.By the time he turned around, Johnny had already taken a dramatic slurp of his milkshake.“You fucking asshole.”
Johnny sputtered a bit before pulling the pitcher away from his mouth and laughing.Now he had a white froth smeared across his upper lip, which he wiped away with the sleeve of his jacket.
“Mm, that’s good,” Johnny said with a smirk as Victor snatched the pitcher back and dropped it onto the counter.“Thanks for thinking of me.”
“You think you’re so funny,” Victor muttered as he reached for a cabinet to pull out a cup.Johnny got to it first, throwing the door open and extracting one of the novelty mugs from the highest shelf that Victor could only access with a stepstool.He handed it to Victor with a touch of smugness, and Victor accepted it reluctantly.“We get it, you’re tall.”
“You’re real cute when you’re mad.”
Victor decided not to honor that with a response.“Where have you been?You told me you were gonna spend an hour at your sister’s.”
“Yeah, well, Mike had just bought this lil dirtbike for the kids and they all wanted to ride it, so I stuck around to keep an eye on them.Essentially I got suckered into babysittin’ for a while.Did you miss me?”
“I was worried you went to the bar or something.”
For the first time, Johnny’s smile dimmed.“Oh.Well, no need to worry about that.I’m doin’ my best to stay sober again.”
Victor nodded, unsure but not wanting to get into a long discussion about it.So instead of talking, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Johnny, burying his face into the cool rough fabric of Johnny’s work coat.It smelled strongly of cattle.Only a country boy like Victor could find that comforting.
“Aw, Vic.Don’t get all soft on me now.”For a second Johnny seemed at a loss for how to react, but eventually he draped his arms over Victor’s shoulders and lightly held him.“You like huggin’, huh?”
“You like talking,” Vic said, voice muffled by Johnny’s coat.
“Guilty as charged, I guess.”Johnny paused, and Victor could sense his discomfort with the silence.He patted the top of Victor’s head like he wasn’t sure what to do with it.“You mind if I take a shower here?”
With a sigh, Victor pulled away.“No, that’s fine.”
Johnny extricated himself out of Victor’s grip and took a few steps back.“Alright.See you in twenty.”
After kicking his boots off by the door and removing his coat, Johnny headed off to the shower, leaving Victor alone with his milkshake.Victor poured a portion of the milkshake into the mug Johnny had retrieved, then went to his bedroom to root around for his diaphragm.It wasn’t the world’s most elegant or common form of birth control, but it beat the fight over condoms, and with enough spermicide squirted into it, it was a pretty reliable method.Plus he could barely feel it once his body adjusted to the chill of the spermicide.Who knew if he was still capable of having kids at this point, but he still had occasional spotty periods, so he figured it didn’t hurt to be careful.
When Johnny emerged from the bathroom, he only wore a towel slung around his waist.Victor himself was fully nude, though he’d put on his bathrobe to keep from freezing while he waited for Johnny to finish up.Without preamble, Johnny whipped off the towel and bounced onto the bed with intent, nearly tackling Victor in the process.Victor laughed as Johnny grabbed his ankle and yanked him further down the bed, only to be quickly smothered by Johnny’s hands and mouth as he descended upon him.Victor circled both arms around Johnny, pressing one hand between his shoulder blades and the other across his lower back.In response, Johnny’s hips dipped, sliding his burgeoning erection against Victor’s thigh.Victor reached down to grasp it, rolling his thumb along the head until Johnny hissed against his mouth.
“Wanna fuck you so bad,” Johnny muttered, breath hot on Victor’s lips.
“Then fuck me,” Victor replied.He didn’t need much of a warm-up, considering all the rooting around he’d already done just to get the diaphragm in.
“Gonna need a condom though, right?”
“Nah.I put in a diaphragm.”
This gave Johnny pause, and he pulled back slightly, enough that he could see Victor’s face.“What the hell is that?”
“Look it up later,” Victor responded, arching up against Johnny to coax him into more contact.“I promise it’s taken care of.”
“If you say so.”Johnny sat up, pushing his thighs under Victor’s so that Victor’s hips were slightly lifted.He shoved aside Victor’s robe so that he was on full display, then spent a second looking at him—not in the studious way he had last night, but with appreciation and heat.Victor felt desire roll through him like a wave, tightening in his core.
“This no dick thing is kinda growin’ on me,” Johnny said.The man knew how to fucking ruin a moment.
“Christ,” Victor said, throwing an arm over his face.
“Sorry, can’t I say that?”
“You are…” Victor couldn’t think of a word that fully encompassed Johnny, so he started laughing.“Just do literally anything right now that’s not talking.”
