He would have cursed, but suddenly his lips were against Johnny's. Rough, raw, desperate. He wanted it. He needed. He had always been the one to do the pushing. He'd always been the one that shoved around the people he loved. Never had he expected to be the one receiving the same treatment. Wylie growled, almost a groan, against Johnny's lips. He could say anything even as Johnny pulled away, just staring at him before Wylie shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. He wasn't walking out. That was all he had to offer.