Page 96 of The Only Seconds that Matter
“Shutting up now,” Johnny replied with that goofy ass grin, and Victor wanted to kill him as much as he wanted to kiss him.Johnny ducked down to plant his face in the dip of Victor’s collar bone while at the same time slipping two fingers instead Victor.With one hand Victor grabbed his hair, and with the other, he latched onto Johnny’s wrist, pressing the butt of Johnny’s hand harder against his cock.Fuck.Victor swallowed a moan and thrust his hips up against the contact hard enough to give Johnny an idea of what he wanted.In response, Johnny withdrew his fingers halfway and focused on rubbing Victor’s dick with the pad of his thumb.Victor had to close his eyes to withstand it, and he became so involved in the wave of sensation that he didn’t realize Johnny had ducked his head low until he felt the wet warmth of Johnny’s mouth on the junction of his thigh and groin.
“Fuck, fuck,” Victor babbled, followed by a high-pitched hiss once Johnny’s lips found his cock.Victor renewed his grip on Johnny’s head, nails digging into Johnny’s scalp as he struggled to fist a handful of hair.Victor’s standards had been low, considering his experiences with most cis men, but Johnny was far more competent and enthusiastic about oral than Victor had ever expected.He couldn’t keep his thighs from closing on either side of Johnny’s head, but Johnny didn’t seem to mind, nor did he give Victor any reprieve.
“Johnny,” Victor whined, more of a plea than anything.“God.”He threw his head back against his comforter, clenching his eyes shut even as his mouth hung open in ecstasy.He could feel the orgasm building, rolling like a wave from his ass to his abdominals several times before it hit fully.Only after he emerged winded and sweaty from the peak of it did he realize how tightly he had grabbed a fistful of Johnny’s hair.Once he released him and smoothed out the cramp in his hand, Johnny rose up from between his legs and slid his cock inside.From there, their coupling happened quick and dirty, with Victor coming down from his high just as Johnny built up to his.After his own orgasm a few minutes later, Johnny collapsed on top of Victor with a heavy exhale, panting and sweaty.They both laid there unmoving for a bit, trying to put their brains back together.Finally Victor pushed some of Johnny’s hair up off his forehead with a gentle hand.
“You okay?”Victor asked.
“Mm,” was Johnny’s response.He put an elbow on either side of Victor and pushed himself just high enough to press a kiss to Victor’s sternum.Then he rolled over and sprawled out on the bed next to Victor, closing his eyes as he caught his breath.
Victor stared at his profile, awash in endorphins and desperately wanting as much contact as possible.So he shifted closer and pressed his nose and cheek against Johnny’s deltoid, loving the smell and warmth of him.He draped his free arm over Johnny’s stomach, wanting nothing more than to hold him until they melted together.
“I think I need to wash up,” Johnny muttered before pulling away and sliding off the bed, leaving Victor a little shocked and disoriented at the sudden emptiness beside him on the bed.Johnny was out the bedroom door in a second, grabbing his pants and underwear on the way.
With a sigh of disappointment, Victor shifted fully onto his back and stared at the old painting of mustangs running along the Arizona skyline that hung across from his bed.Who knew how old it was.It had been hanging in the exact place since Victor was a child.As a kid, Victor had named the horses, though by now he’d forgotten what they were.
When it became apparent Johnny was taking his sweet old time, Victor sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, wondering if he should get dressed.He probably needed a wash and a piss, too.By the time he’d slid into a pair of pajama pants, Johnny appeared in the doorway in his jeans, his hands jammed into his back pockets.
“You doin’ okay?”Johnny asked as Victor turned to face him from his seated position on the bed.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“So… uh… am I welcome to stay or do I need to skedaddle?”
Victor almost laughed at the absurdity of his question.“Are you joking?”
“Lotta people kick me out afterward.”
“Are we dating or did you just say that so I’d let you fuck me?”Victor asked, a little testy now.It was starting to dawn on him that this was the second time Johnny had immediately left him alone in bed, and he dreaded this becoming a trend.
Johnny stared at him cluelessly for a second before his mouth tightened.“I ain’t a liar.”
“So why the fuck would I kick you out afterward?”
“Did I do somethin’ wrong?”
Victor let out a heavy breath, wondering if he was overreacting.Being angry at Johnny was a force of habit for him, but it was his fault for dating someone with no damn common sense.“No, I guess not.”He patted the bed.“I’m going to go to the bathroom, and when I come back your ass better still be here.”
Johnny plopped himself onto the bed with a nod.“Alrighty then.”
Victor went to the bathroom, did his business, removed the diaphragm, and took a shower.When he returned to the bedroom, he spotted Johnny across the room squinting at a couple of photographs.Victor didn’t like to take or hang pictures of himself, but pretty much all the family photos of his father had Victor in them, so he was willing to put up a few.
“This you?”Johnny asked, pointing at one of the photos in question.It was a photo of his father seated on the back porch holding baby Oscar in his arms as a grinning Victor clung to his arm.It had to have been after mass, because Victor was wearing the most awful frilly pink dress.
Victor realized Johnny was pointing at the baby, not the toddler at his father’s side.
“No, that’s my brother.”Victor went to Johnny’s side and pointed to himself.“That’s me.”
“That’syou?Damn.”Johnny picked up the frame and stared at it more closely.“You pick that dress?”
“I’m sure my mom forced me to wear it.I always hated wearing dresses, more so as a kid.My mom was more of a stickler about it than my dad.”
Johnny put the frame back down.“You got any photos of yourself when you were older?I mean, before you became a man.”
Victor knew they still had a lot of work to do on the whole ‘becoming a man’ thing, but he decided to let it go one more time.“I’m not showing you pictures.”
“Why not?It ain’t gonna change nothin’.”
“It’s just…” Victor squirmed a bit.“Imagine yourself in middle school at your pimpliest, with braces and all that.Is that something you want other people to see?”
