Chapter Text
It's been several weeks since Johnny sent that first text. 'Accidental' text but Bryan still doesn't believe it was. The amount of pervy shit that has happened between them since made it hard for Johnny to even try and defend himself. Not that it matters anymore. The only thing they both cared about was the next sordid message or picture. Something Johnny never thought would happen between him and another man. There had been Robert but... That was never something like this. This is dangerous. Robert was just an exploration of things that both agreed would lead their friendship into a dangerous path. Handjobs and snogging should never come before a deep friendship. Johnny has no such worry with Bryan. He barely knows the guy aside from his terrible grammar and amazing looking cock. Oh, and the fucker loves to tease in the worst, and best, possible ways.
Johnny has fallen hard but like fuck will he admit it.
Like Fuck will he let Bryan find out either. Bastard will make him beg for more pictures. For more in general.
Johnny hates it but he wonders if he would have had this amount of fun if he did send the text to the right girl rather than the Russian. Chances are low. She'd have returned home during the uni break. He'd have been lonely again. Hit up another girl. Get dirty with her. Rinse and repeat. Bryan stuck around. He answered messages quick. If anything, Johnny wonders if the other is lonely. Probably just horny and Johnny is just easy. Always has been. He won't complain simply because he gets stuff out of this too.
So when the news of all the teams meeting up hit his ears, Johnny jumped at the chance. Made his teammates a little suspicious but Johnny blew it off. Simply stating the fact he hasn't had any good competition outside the team in ages. Salamolyon has been demanding harder foes. That quelled the questioning looks and Johnny was free to plan. He wanted Bryan to himself for at least one night. One hour he'd even take. The bastard has him hungry for what he can give and Johnny needs the satisfaction.
Doesn't help that all other times Johnny's offered to fly to Russia or fly Bryan over, has been denied. It took him three nights of pouting and being pissy to realise why. Bryan isn't out. Much like himself, it seems, though Johnny saw himself as more bisexual than gay. A pretty girl will get him just as wanting as a handsome man. The later he admits to rarely. He's yet to ask Bryan if the same is for him. If the others on his team even know of Bryan's desires. It was always such an oddly intimate thing to ask and share which is funny considering how sordid and rude the texts usually are. Admitting to wanting to taste someone's cock as it's thrust deep into his mouth is much easier than asking if said person is accepted by those close to them. Perhaps it's mostly due to Johnny knowing the answer to the first and also knowing the second might just piss Bryan off and make him ignore Johnny for a while.
He doesn't want that to happen. Not while he's this addicted to the asshole Russian's messages.
So here he is waiting in the hotel lobby. The Russian's haven't arrived yet and the anticipation for seeing Bryan in the flesh is almost killing Johnny. He wonders if the same is happening to Bryan. Stupid thoughts. Why should he care? This is just fun and dirty things going on between friends. Acquaintances. Strangers? Johnny frowns and pulls his phone out one more time, thumb unlocking the screen and checking the time. What are they? He sighs as he thinks that over. More than strangers at this point for sure. Maybe on the border of friends? Johnny was never good with friends so isn't sure if he can pin this relationship as such. But if they are, then friends with benefits would be what he could call this. Even if those benefits have just been texts and pictures shot back and forth into the early hours of the morning.
The memories of some of those messages have Johnny squirming. Filthy words that got him hard within moments. Pictures of a hard cock for his eyes only. Cum stained fingers. God. Fuck. Johnny bites his bottom lip and stands up quickly from the sofa he was waiting on. Nope. He can't be thinking this right here in such a public space. Distraction. He needs a... Fuck. As he stands at the edge of the sofa the god damn Russian's come sauntering into the lobby. None but Bryan bothering look at him, the Russian's lips quirking into a knowing smirk. Eye dart down his body for the briefest second before forced to turn away. Tala saying something. Distracting him.
"Tch."
Johnny shakes his head lightly and stalks to the elevator. He had only wanted to see the man and now he's so damn hot and bothered. Check the fucker arrived but now instead he's off to have a much-needed wank. As he jabs at the elevator button his phone chimes.
Cheeky fucker.
Resisting the urge to look around, he pulls out his phone and sure enough, it's Bryan.
'you dont look happy to see me.'
Johnny pauses before starting to text but another message stops him.
'did my arrival interrupt something you were on your way to do?'
That has Johnny's face flaming red but he doesn't dare turn back and face Bryan. Fair skin like his would make it too damn obvious the Russian's text is getting to him. That Bryan guessed right.
'Was waiting for you but your dumbass took too long. Maybe another time :P'
Smirking, he quickly types that out and pockets his phone right as the elevator doors open. Stepping in only now he glances across the lobby. Cool green eyes are on him, staring unwaveringly from over Yuriy's shoulder as room keys are being sorted. He smirks in the flirtiest way he can before pressing his floor button and letting the doors slide shut. The look on Bryan's face as he checks his phone almost has Johnny cackling until he gets a message back.
'ill get you later.'
"Oh, fuck." Grinning to himself, he leans against the back wall as once again messages start to fly between the two. Bryan's more halted but it's to be expected with his team swarming around him. Didn't stop them getting filthier though and that's just fine with Johnny. It'll help once he gets to his room
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The dirty messages turned into plans after Johnny got his rocks off and could think straight. Mostly. They had planned to meet outside, somewhere with no cameras and no chance of being heard. Or walked in on. Perfect according to Bryan and downright frightening to Johnny. But he goes along with it. Waits outside as nonchalantly as he could until he spots Bryan and where the man plans for this to happen. It's still too open. Johnny doesn't trust it. He can't help but glance over his shoulder. Anyone could find them, right? If they came ov-
"Quit with that look and come here."
Johnny is yanked forward and behind the wall, a smirking Bryan pinning him in place. He barely stopped the undignified yelp escaping him before Bryan's lips are on his. Seems the Russian is far more worked up than Johnny realised. Hands on his hips, working under his t-shirt. Leaving him feeling light-headed and so damn good. What the heck was he worried about again?
"Fuck."
Johnny could practically taste the curse in his mouth as Bryan snarls it against his lips. The Russian gave him no escape, no way to stop this but then again Johnny doesn't want to. Fingers tug at the unruly grey hair, urging Bryan for more. All the pent up want just coming out between the two as they make out against the rough cold wall.
"Hey, I think the pool was this way~"
Johnny's fingers twist in Bryan's hair, yanking him back so he could hiss a breath through his teeth. Oh. Fuck. That was Enrique. The sounds of more chatter fill the air and Johnny goes stiff in Bryan's arms. Something that seems to amuse Bryan more than irritate him if the puff of laughter against his neck is anything to go by
"What are you doing?"
Johnny hisses as low as he can as cold hands worm their way down his stomach. Down to the front of his jeans making him squirm. Idiot. Is the fucker really going to try this with people so close?!
"You sure it's this way, Enri?"
Oliver's melodic voice is so close it has Johnny forgetting to breathe. Or is that Bryan's lips on his neck?
"Well... Maybe? Where else would it be?"
Enrique replies back and soon the voices of half the Blade Breakers chatter back, giving directions since they were there this morning. All the while Johnny is preying that none of them fuckers come this way and finds them. He doesn't want this to stop for one moment.
"Having fun?"
"Bastard.”
Bryan's no longer attacking his neck, instead grinning in a way Johnny has never seen before. The thought of wanting that smile more floats across his horny mind right before talented fingers finally find their way down the front of his jeans. Rendering his mind blank for a long hard moment.
"The look on your face suggests the answer is yes."
"... Shut up."
God damn it. Even with the threat of being found Bryan is still a bastard. Teasing and just... Fuuuuck. Johnny has to cover his mouth as Bryan starts to stroke hs hardening cock. Slow and steady, making him want more. Unable to stop himself pushing against the palm of Bryan's hand. But the pace continues to be slow. Bryan's gaze down to his hands more than on Johnny's face. Something that pisses the Scot off.
"Look at me."
He hisses low, tugging the short grey hair again to get Bryan's attention on him. Those dangerous pale eyes only on him. He wants to see the spark of desire and lust in them as Bryan works him to full hardness. What surprises Johnny is the fact Bryan listens. He stares back, a smirk of knowing on his lips as Johnny struggles to keep his breathing even.
The voices have left but Johnny can hear others coming close. They picked a bad place to do this. Just one loud moan, one telltale noise and people might come wandering to see what the hell is going on. Walk around this simple wall and see Bryan with his hands on Johnny's cock and Johnny ten seconds away from cumming.
"Bastard."
Johnny can barely stop his hips greedily thrusting with Bryan's hand. The man knows how to wank someone off... Has he done this before with someone? It's a little different holding another's cock to your own, or at least Johnny always felt like it was. So who has Bryan been doing this with? A wave of jealousy starts to rumble in Johnny's chest but it's instantly pushed away as Bryan drops to his knees.
"I'm a what now?"
The cheeky grin is all Johnny can focus on as it swiftly changes. A tongue darts forward and licks the tip of his cock. Jesus fuck, Johnny can barely breathe. Fingers curl into the messy grey hair as he urges Bryan to do more. Take more. Please. God. His prayers are answered as Bryan’s mouth opens and his cock is slowly welcomed into that wet and wonderful hole.
"Hey, anyone seen Johnny?~"
Johnny’s hips jerk forward as his whole body jumps with surprise. Bryan barely stops the gag, moving back to glare at Johnny who mouths a sorry down at him. Not his fault it sounded like Enrique was right behind his damn head asking for him. This is a stupid, horny mistake. He should have just dragged Bryan to his room or some shit.
“Chill the fuck out.”
Bryan hisses up at him, hand still slowly jerking at his length before he gets back to what he’s doing. Again, mouth taking him so damn easily. Slowly sucking his cock in deeper and deeper. Dragging his orgasm slowly forward. He doesn’t even care anymore when he hears more talking behind him. Voices come and go. They won’t be found. Right? God or whatever the fuck couldn’t be that cruel to Johnny now he finally has what’s he’s craved for weeks. Bryan sucking him dry with such shameless vigour.
Fingers twist harder as Johnny struggles to keep his body calm. He’s so damn close. One good suck, one good jerk and he’s gonna cum right into Bryan’s mouth.
“Fuck... Bryan...”
But he needs to warn the fucker, Right? It’s the right thing to do. Squirming against the wall, he tries to push the man back. A not so subtle warning as he hisses the man’s name.
“Bryan, I’m gonna fucking cum...”
But Bryan doesn’t move away. Looks up at him from under silver eyelashes and damn near deep throats his cock. If it didn’t feel like warm, wet heaven, the brazen, slutty look on Bryan’s face would have made Johnny cum all on its own alone. Damn this man. He’s dangerous.
“Ffffuuuuck.”
Johhny barely stops his voice getting louder than a muffled curse. His one hand finally leaving Bryan’s hair to smother his mouth as he harshly breathes through his nose. To his credit, Bryan barely gags as hot loads of cum ejaculates into his mouth. Just sucks the man dry, milking him of every ounce of cum before leaning back to take some much-needed breaths.
Johnny lets out the lightest of whimpers before his knees simply give out and he’s sliding down the wall. Cock so damn sensitive and cold to the air around them but he doesn’t give a damn. All he can do is stare at Bryan. Admire the spit, and possible cum, that is shiny on his lips. Staining his chin. The flush on his usually deathly pale face. Fuck this man. He’s all Johnny wants.
Catching his breath, he slowly reaches out and pulls Bryan close.
“You’re dangerous.”
Johnny can only mutter that before kissing the man. A slow, sensual kiss that leaves them both panting and breathless. Wanting more but unable to right at this moment. But Johnny wants to. Bryan deserves so damn much for giving him that mind-blowing orgasm.
“Bry-”
A buzzing comes from Bryan’s jeans pocket making both of them freeze. Slowly, he pulls out his phone before sighing. The moment is broken. The world returns to both of them as they realise nothing is just going to wait as they mess about like this.
“I have to go.”
Johnny wants to protest but Bryan’s already standing up, brushing grass off the knees of his maroon cargo pants.
“No. Bryan. I ain’t done anything for you yet.”
Johnny flounders on the floor, hastily shoving his flaccid cock back in his pants and trying to get on his feet before the other leaves.
“Pff, thirsty boy.” Bryan helps him stand before shoving him hard against the wall. Lips barely brushing against his. “This tournament thing is going to last at least a week. You have plenty of time to do whatever you damn want for me.”
And with that, Bryan walks away. Hand rubbing at his mouth but barely showing any other sign of what he just did to Johhny. Their dirty little secret still hidden from the world. Makes the damn thing even more fun after all.
“Mother fucker.”
Johnny groans to himself as he rests against the wall. This week is going to be the best he’s had in a long time.