The last time had been a last ditch effort to lose himself. It had been him taking a punishment for what he knew would ruin Johnny's life when he left. Why he reacted that way hadn't made sense to even him, but it was the next reaction he could figure out how to have. Johnny, however, was now easing him back, settling in between his legs. Wylie shut his eyes, blocking the thoughts that he wasn't ready to be back yet. This is what he wanted. This is why he'd come back. Not for sex, but for Johnny.

He arched up against him, vulnerable and submissive, though retaining the ability to kiss his lover aggressively. "Jona," he pleaded, his hands wandering over his shoulders.