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Wylie was sitting in his still near bare apartment, on the floor, cradling his guitar in his lap. He'd been fiddling with it for most of the afternoon. There wasn't much else to do when you were him, especially since his goal in life mostly consisted of... nothing. He had all he needed and he was pretty easy to please. In fact, he was more than happy to just deal with what was going on around him.

Granted, things were changing rapidly and now that he and Johnny had decided that they were official, there was a certain feeling on pressure placed on him. Johnny would deny that it was there and maybe he didn't feel it like Wylie did, but there was something in it for him that made him nervous. He'd agreed though and not out of peer pressure. He wanted to be with Johnny and he was willing to deal with all that was in his life. Not that Alice was at all a problem. The little girl had been the catalyst, in fact. 

For now, sitting on the floor, eyes closed and music mindlessly filling the space was good enough for him. Life sometimes should feel simple and now, briefly, it felt that way.

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smexy tiems will always work on johnny...

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Johnny was about ready to give up trying to figure out Wylie in that moment, and his whispered request had all the blood rushing south instantly. Johnny was still a man, and he was egotistical enough to let something like that have an effect on him. He returned the kiss before his hands gripped Wylie's thighs tighter and he had his lover on the floor with him hovering over him as he rocked his hips forcefully, dry humping him.

"Are we talking getting a little rough here?" Johnny asked, at least trying to establish the boundaries of what it was that Wylie really wanted here.

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The sudden change in position and then rough humping surprised him. He hadn't realized it would work so quickly, but the second it did happen, it stopped being a distraction and suddenly Wylie really wanted him to do just that. Wylie groaned against his motions, raising his hips in time.

"I can take it if you want to give it," he said simply. Wylie was no stranger to truly rough sex. "All I know, is I want you to fuck me today. I don't want to top at all." Even talking about it had him getting hard, his cock steadily stiffening in his jeans.

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Johnny just knew that he wasn't actually ready to give up trying to talk to Wylie, but he did know when it was going to be pointless. If Wylie didn't want to talk about it, then he would clam up and Johnny wasn't in the mood for forcing words out of him. Apparently he was in the mood for forcing something else though.

He arched his eyebrow and rocked back up onto his knees as he started to undo his fly. "Roll over, push your pants down." Johnny was normally caring, affectionate. He couldn't help it, it was who he was inherently. But he could do rough and had done rough. He could be a prick about it, and if this is what Wylie needed him to be right then... so be it. "I'm gonna leave you with marks, babe. Really make you fucking feel it."

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Something about watching Johnny give in to the demands of what he wanted was a crazy turn on. Yes, it was a wonderful distraction from having to talk, but they both knew that if Wylie wanted it dropped, it would drop. He wasn't going to talk about things he wasn't ready for. His request, more of a command, had Wylie licking his lips. He reacted quickly, getting his pants down, but not bothering to get them completely off, just sliding them down to expose his ass. He let out a groan and looked over his shoulder at Johnny. "Mark me," he begged, meaning that more than he knew. Meaning it in more than just physically. Johnny had already marked him. He'd taken him as his own. They were each other's whether he wanted to admit to falling or not.

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There was a turn on inherent in seeing Wylie submissive, in having him actually beg Johnny to be fucked. As far as he was concerned it was healthy. He didn't like being a constant top just like he didn't like being a constant bottom. Being flexible, being able to roll with the moment was something Johnny thrived on.

And right now he was apparently going to be the aggressive top. He growled low in his throat as his gaze raked over Wylie's exposed ass, his hand wrapping around his hard length as he pumped it a couple times. He scooped up the precum with his thumb, his imagination already making sure he was primed up quickly. He spread it over his fingers before he leaned forward to swipe his tongue between the cheeks of Wylie's buttocks. He even bit down on the flesh, groaning as he pushed a finger into his tight opening. He wasn't so much of a bastard that he wouldn't stretch his lover out first. He reached around Wylie's torso, giving the other man's cock a sharp tug. "Better be ready for this, Wylie."

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Wylie, for a long time, only topped. Maybe it was part of getting his aggression out for having such a shit childhood, but after some time, he relaxed to the idea of receiving, too. He found that both had their benefits and he was more than willing to do both. Right now, for whatever reason, he wanted Johnny - and somewhere deep in his mind, he knew that he only wanted Johnny - to top him repeatedly.

He heard the groan, arching as he felt his tongue on him followed by a finger pressed into him. Wylie let out a whine of pleasure, his cock heavy between his legs now as he leaned forward on his elbows, forehead to the floor. When his hand tugged his cock, he let out a sharp cry of pain and pleasure. "I need you, lover," he pleaded, his mind now completely gone from the conversation they were having. All he knew is that his boyfriend was giving him undeniable pleasure and he was ready to beg for it.

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"I bet you do," Johnny breathed out as he covered Wylie's body with his. The tip of his cock nudged the other man's balls, his finger still working on pumping in and out of his anus before a second finger joined it. Johnny shuddered with the anticipation of soon being able to pound into Wylie, but for now he kissed at his neck before his teeth grazed over his shoulder and then he bit down.

He pulled on Wylie's cock again before pumping his fist around it, squeezing the tip before sliding his fingers along the shaft repeatedly in time with the motion of his fingers in his ass. He was teasing him, working him up before he abandoned Wylie's cock and was raised on his knees again so that he could watch as he pushed his cock into that tight opening; fingers holding his cheeks apart. "This is why you're so fucking tight, isn't it? You don't like being dominated, but you let me dominate you, don't you? Let me fuck you hard into the floor..." Johnny let out another groan as he took a moment to strip off his t-shirt, leaving him in his jeans bunched around his thighs and his boots. He gripped at Wylie's hips, steadying him as he worked on slowly pulling out almost to the tip before slamming home, jarring his hips right up against Wylie's ass.

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He arched when Johnny bit down, feeling heat rush to the skin, soothing the mark he'd certainly leave there. He was nearly a shuddering mess as he roughly tugged his cock and forced his fingers into his anus repeatedly. Wylie whined and arched, willing himself to take it. He could feel Johnny's cock nudging his balls and he felt a shiver run up his spine. It wasn't too long after that he was pulling back, hand holding him open as his cock pressed into him. He taunted him. Wylie nodded and hissed in pleasure, "Yes, fuck... yes," he purred.

Johnny held himself for a second before pulling out nearly all the way, his hands having a bruising grip on his hips. The next motion made him flinch, his body shifting with the force and he cried out. "Jona!" he called, moaning his name again, his thick shaft stretching him even more. This position was perfect for what he wanted. Wylie would have reached down and fisted his own cock, but he didn't want to. He wanted Johnny to be in full control. Instead he fisted his hands by his head and arched, opening himself up for his lover.

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Johnny slapped an open palm against Wylie's ass as he pulled out nearly all the way again, leaving yet another mark on his lover before he really started to find a fast and hard rhythm. His balls slapped against Wylie's ass, and his cock continued to press deep inside him on each thrust. One hand stayed firmly gripped on Wylie's hand as the other roamed his back, and up to his shoulder, fingers digging in so he could brace himself and really slam home. "You like that, Wylie? Is this what you wanted, lover?"

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Wylie jolted when he smacked him, feeling the simultaneous pull from his cock until he was drilling back into him. He could feel his balls swing against him, the overload of sensations making his eyes roll back in his head. When he anchored himself with a hold of his shoulder, he let out a groan, arching dramatically and offering himself up to his boyfriend. "Jona..." he whimpered, his body on overload. He was slamming against the precious spot deep inside him and even without touching his cock, he could feel the pleasure radiating through him. "Fuck me... harder... fuck!"

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Johnny paused, repositioning himself, but still using Wylie's shoulder as an anchor and his hips really started to piston into him. Under normal circumstances he would help his boyfriend out, fist his cock and bring him to completion but not now. Now it was just about fucking him and having him beg. He clenched his teeth with the effort, letting out another low growl. "Take it, Wylie... Fuck... Take my big dick. You like it? You like having it pushed into you? So tight, babe... so fucking tight around my big dick."

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Wylie leaned on one arm as Johnny shifted before pounding harder into him. Reaching back, Wylie spread his buttocks for him, arched and vulnerable. His own cock throbbed, but he was too far gone with the feeling of Jona's dick filling him over and over and over again. Setting his jaw, Wylie groaned loudly through clenched teeth. "I fucking love it. I love your thick cock... so deep. Give it to me. Fucking use me. Damn, fucker..." words poured from his mouth, dirty, filthy talk. They'd fucked, definitely, but this? This they hadn't done. This was hot.

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Johnny was just as lost, the pleasure and sheer power he felt from being in this position was overloading him, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. "That's it, fucking open your ass for me. You fucking should... Christ, you should see my thick cock pushing in and out of you, stretching that little tight ass. I'm gonna fill you even more when I come... You're gonna fucking feel it spill deep inside you." He gave Wylie's ass another slap before he pushed his hand up under his shirt, letting his short nails scrape over his skin. "You hurting yet?"

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Wylie whined, a high pitched sound this time. He was being fucked raw and when he asked if he was hurting, he gave a weak nod, but only because he didn't want him to stop. Not yet. Not when Jona was promising to come deep inside him. He held himself open, feeling his lover's cock slam repeatedly into the sweet spot, his cock throbbing and ready to explode. "Fill me with your cum... oh fuck, please! I need to come. You feel so good. Keep fucking me... never stop. Fuck me hard. Take me."

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The whining just sent a shudder right through Johnny that made his cock pulse. He wasn't going to last much longer, not at this rate and not with Wylie begging him so beautifully. He managed another couple thrusts before he once again covered Wylie's body with his, hips bucking against his ass as he let out a low groan and spilled his load deep inside his lover.

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All too soon, Johnny had covered his body with his own, the groan he emitted resonating through Wylie as he unloaded deep inside him. With his body open to him, he let out a gasp. Wylie's cock was painfully hard still, but he was unwilling to do anything about it. He wanted Jona to take over everything. That feeling of being out of control filling and radiating out from where they were joined. "Please..." he begged, forehead to the floor, "make me come."

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Johnny tugged at Wylie's shirt to expose the skin on the back of his neck, licking at it before he bit down, simultaneously to the moment he finally wrapped his other hand around Wylie's cock and started to pump it hard and fast, his grip firm.

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Wylie cried out again and shuddered, feeling the pleasure immediately creeping up his spine. He was running on high alert and his body was about to give in. He rocked his hips into his lover's hand. He didn't waste time or bother being gentle - that obviously wasn't the point. Wylie shut his eyes, still leaning forward. "Oh fuck... almost," he pleaded.

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"Come for me, Wylie," Johnny purred against his ear. His hand still fisted his cock, working it as he stayed buried to his hilt. He hadn't had a chance yet to withdraw, and he wasn't going to until he felt his ass clench tight around him. "C'mon, babe. Let me feel you come. Give in..."

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"Ahhh..." with that, Wylie came all over the floor. Strong bursts and uncontrollable spasms as his lover whispered in his ear, begging for it. His ass tightened around the cock that was still buried in him and he throbbed, body shuddering almost violently. "Jona..." he whined his name.

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Johnny did pull out as soon as he felt Wylie's body relax and the spasms slowed down. He gently eased him onto his side, leaning over him as he captured his mouth in a heated kiss.

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Wylie gave easily to Johnny's direction to lay on his side. He kissed him back just as heatedly, a lazy moan leaving him. Reaching for him, he tugged him so he was lying beside him, arms around his boyfriend, almost weakly from how intense they'd just fucked. "Jona," he whispered his name against his lips softly.

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"Mm?" Johnny felt like he was lost in a daze, the come down after the orgasm threatening to swallow him whole. Having Wylie's body beside him though reminded him that he'd only just got here. It wasn't time for sleep, or for passing out. He smirked faintly, his arm wrapping possessively around his boyfriend.

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He curled in against him, weakly and dazed just as he was. He couldn't remember why he'd said his lover's name. Hell, he was lucky he remembered that he'd said it. Nuzzling in against him, ignoring that the floor was no place to cuddle, he let his eyes close and hummed his appreciation. He owed Johnny. That was for sure... though somewhere in his head he remembered what the change in topic had been and why. He wasn't sure if he'd make it back.

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Johnny stroked his fingers through Wylie's hair, relieved that there was no gel in the soft strands. And they were soft, much to his surprise. He kissed the top of his head and just fell quiet. There was no way he was getting up. No way he was moving off this floor. He was suddenly incredibly scared that his own stupidity in being honest would mean that Wylie wouldn't come back to him, let alone the conversation. He tried to push his fears away. After what had just happened, it seemed like a ludicrous assumption. Their relationship did work despite the lack of communication at the moment.

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Wylie wasn't about to say anything and break up the moment. He was coming back to himself, his mind rebooting after that round. He remembered what he'd done that for, why he'd distracted him and he knew that it was the worst way to deal with his concerns for where their relationship was going. Wylie was long finished with long, meaningful discussions with people. They rarely got him anywhere. He did better with short, meaningless nights.

What had he gotten himself into?