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He left the apartment and the month's rent. The last thing he said to Johnny was a text one his weekend with Alice saying, 'Give her a hug for me.' After that? Radio silence. Wylie was crowded. He was feeling the pressures of what he'd have to live up to with a boyfriend who wanted to be serious - who could see something like falling in their future. There was a daughter to consider. There was hearts. There was everything that came with it. Wylie wasn't willing to put them through it. 

Three weeks went by. He traveled with just a backpack of stuff. He'd left anything too big to carry on his bike in storage. He'd have to come back to town to get it, but he figured if he waited long enough, he could sneak into town and leave before anything could go wrong. But over those three weeks while he was out losing himself on the road, he was finding himself just as much. 

If you asked him, he wouldn't be able to tell you how he ended up back at the apartment building that housed Johnny's place. It had been raining, the leather jacket he wore not enough to shield him from the elements. As he stood outside his door, eyes fixated on the number beside it while he blanked out. Why he was there, he'd never be able to answer. He should have kept going. He should have left it all behind. But now he was standing there, dripping wet and soaked through, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He knocked, not caring that it was easily past midnight.

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Johnny nodded against his cheek as he nuzzled into Wylie, his hand started to rub against his hip, fingers massaging into the skin and muscle. He guided Wylie to the bedroom, touches and brief kisses keeping him close. This was always how they worked out things between them, wasn't it? He thought back to the last time they'd been together, and it tugged at Johnny's mind, but he didn't want to analyse it. Just like he didn't want this time to be anything like that. He didn't want rough. He didn't want Wylie to hurt.

He eased Wylie back onto the bed, the crinkled sheets another sign that Johnny hadn't been himself. He wasn't anal about cleaning, but he did manage to keep his bed neat most of the time. His body rest across Wylie's, lips searching out his lovers against as he settled between his legs. "Wylie..."

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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.

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Johnny pulled back enough to start tugging Wylie's pants off, and then his own. He settled back between Wylie's legs and started to rock his hips against his slowly. He kissed him back, hand resting on Wylie's thigh before he pulled his leg up over his hip.

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Wylie groaned, rocking his hips upwards, his body reacting. It had been three weeks. He may have left, but he hadn't picked up anyone in the time apart. He couldn't get himself to do that. With his leg hitched over Johnny's hip, he was able to pull him close and keep grinding against him, the sensation familiar and desired.

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Their cocks rubbed together and a bolt shot down Johnny's spine. He was quickly hardening, his desire for Wylie evident. He hadn't been with anyone either. How could he? His heart had very much belonged to this man, and so did his cock. No one else was going to compare. His lips slid down over Wylie's jaw, sucking softly at the skin on his neck as he groaned.

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Now hard, Wylie rocked urgently, the feeling of Johnny's cock against his absolutely heavenly. The hard flesh rubbing his own made him just that much more ready for whatever they were getting into. He kissed him passionately, a low groan escaping his lips. Wylie carefully reached between their bodies, taking both their cocks and stroking them together. "Fuck... Jona," he let out through a strained voice.

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Johnny thrust into Wylie's hand, making sure his cock continued to rub against Wylie's. It really did feel good. So good he was probably in danger of coming far too soon. He let his forehead rest on Wylie's shoulder, his breathing ragged as he tried to hold out. "Wylie... shit... I can't... I want to, I just... fuck..."

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Wylie was running hot, but he wasn't ready for it to be over. He slide his hand up Jona's chest, still rocking his hips, but less aggressively. With a groan and nipped and Johnny's lower lip, sighing, eyes shut as he focused on their cocks rocking together. "Make love to me," he pleaded finally, giving in to the sensations and term.

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"Yes... God, yes," Johnny murmured as he caught his lips in a heated kiss. He had to break away in order to reach for the lube kept in his drawer. He was trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding like he was doing this for the first time. Not to mention trying to get his body under control so that this would last. So that he could make love to Wylie and have it mean something. He squeezed the lube onto his fingers and slipped his hand between their bodies so that he could start to stretch out Wylie's body.

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Wylie arched at the feeling of Johnny's fingers. His mouth dropped open and he let out a low moan, resonating from his chest first. His own cock throbbed at the sensation and he rocked his hips slowly, trying and pleading to take more of Johnny. He wanted whatever he would give him. He wanted what Johnny had to offer. "Jona," he pleaded his name again, "God... please."

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Johnny pumped his fingers slowly in and out of Wylie as he watched his face, waiting for the moment when he was sure he could take his cock. The nickname Wylie had for him sent a shudder of desire through his body every time he said it. No one else called him that. Another thing that made him Wylie's, and Wylie's alone. Soon it was all he could handle, and he shifted to grip the base of his cock and pushed the tip against Wylie's anus, thrusting his hips forward slowly as he worked on pushing himself in to the hilt. "I'm getting there, babe... I'm getting there... God, I want you so much.

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His pumping fingers were almost too much. Even without stimulation to his cock he was losing control entirely. Wylie lifted his hips with each gentle thrust of his lover's finger, stretching him deliciously. Wylie groaned when he finally feelt Jona's cock pressed to his ass he pushed in slowly and Wylie raised his hips to meet him. "Yes! Slow. Fuck me slow." his pleaded words are almost enough. Hebrinally reaches down and fists his own cock slowly. "I need you."

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Johnny held himself up off Wylie, rolling his hips slowly as he thrust in and out. Making love to Wylie really was new. They'd fucked plenty of times, in plenty of ways but this was something else. Even with Wylie fisting his own cock. In fact that just made it hot, and he couldn't help but watch for a few moments before his gaze lifted to Wylie's face. "Look at me," he murmured.

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Wylie groans, unable to focus for a moment until Johnny's voice breaks through. He opens them finally, looking up at him, gaze fixed on his eyes and lets out another low groan in the back of his throat. It had been a long time since he'd felt anything like this and event hen he'd denied that it happened and never let it happen again. This was different.

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Johnny kept his gaze on Wylie's, moving over him slowly, deliberately, as he managed to go deep on each timed stroke. He angled his hips slightly, trying to find that spot inside Wylie that would have him crying out, but he still held his gaze. Still made sure this was a moment that was theirs, and theirs alone.

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Johnny was calculated in his movements and Wylie was desperate. He gasped once, finding Johnny deep inside him to be a sensation that Wylie didn't realize he could forget. Finally though, Jona's cock nudged that spot inside him and he couldn't help but whimper, his hand squeezing the head of his own cock. His eyes drifted shut again on their own.

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Johnny kept his hips angled, moving a little faster so that he could hit that spot repeatedly, make Wylie whimper again. He just didn't want this to be a couple of thrusts and it was over. He dipped his head, stubble scraping against Wylie's neck as he kissed at where it joined to his shoulder.

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It did gain another whimper, and another. In fact, Wylie wrapped an arm around Johnny's shoulders, fingers digging into flesh, his other hand busy with his cock while he cried out, his voice strangled. "Jona," he pleaded with him. He didn't want him to go fast or slower or really do anything other than what he was doing. "I'm sorry," he whispered, brow furrowed.

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"I know," Johnny murmured before catching Wylie's lips in a deep kiss, tongue pulsing in the same rhythm of his hips. All that mattered now was that Wylie was back, and that somehow they could get their relationship back on track. Johnny couldn't even put into words just how much he wanted to salvage what they had. He moved his hands to hitch Wylie's legs up a little higher and let out a low groan as he continued to drive deep into his lover. "I don't know how much longer I can... Are you nearly..."

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Wylie kissed him just as fiercely. He moved his hand faster over his own cock, holding pace with Johnny. Once he heard his lover give in, admitting he couldn't hold back, he gasped and nuzzled against his neck. "Almost..." he whined, biting down on Johnny's shoulder and rocking his hips both against the invading cock in his ass and his own hand.

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Johnny tried to stop his climax from coming, keeping it at bay as long as he could once he knew Wylie wasn't quite there yet. He picked up the pace a little more, still aiming for the sweet spot inside Wylie. It wasn't fair, he hadn't wanted to climax so soon, but there was only so much he could take. Being deprived of his lover even for three weeks had him riled up and desperate to come. His fingers dug into the underside of Wylie's thigh as he gripped it tightly, and he let out a loud groan of his name as his hips bucked against Wylie's ass and he came hard with a trembled of his entire body. His head dropped against Wylie's, his breath shallow pants as he licked at his lips. "Shit..."

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Wylie arched against him and let out a strangled moaned, feeling Johnny grip his thigh as he started to loose it. He stiffened and Wylie felt himself start to go, suddenly feeling his orgasm take over. With a tight grip on his cock, he came, warmth spreading between their bodies and he let out a final groan. HIs free arm wrapped around his lover's shoulders, finally relaxing back against the bed, but still clinging to him.

This week can kiss my butt...

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Johnny shifted as much as he could in the tight hold Wylie had on him, easing out so that he could lie next to him and wrap his arm around his waist. He kissed Wylie's shoulder before resting his head against it. He was starting to feel the fog that had become his life lifting, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that things would pick right back up. They'd both need time. He brushed his hand against Wylie's hip, his eyes slipping closed for a moment as he took in the fact that he was no longer alone in bed again. And the fact that they had just made love. Maybe they couldn't pick right back up, but they were about to start something new.