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A cold breeze made Johnny nuzzle closer into Gyro's hug, his head resting on the broad chest, as the Italian pulled the smaller one more comfortable into his lap.
Only the heat of their bodies and the campfire in front of the two was warming them this night. Stars above their heads, sky clear and beautiful.
Gyro's hand found its way into Johnny's fluffy hair, a little dirty from the day before, but nothing too wild, and still incredibly soft to touch. The older one had to smile at the thought.
It wasn't often for them to have a quiet moment together, so they made sure to savor it. Every single second they had for themselves was worth more than winning this damn race.
"Gyro?" Johnny suddenly spoke, his voice low and sleepy, he must've been tired. It has been a long, exhausting day after all.
The one spoken to just hummed, signalising his boyfriend that he was listening, waiting for Johnny to keep talking.
Which he did :"I know we don't say this a lot... but the closer we get to the end of this, the harder it is for us, y'know?" The jockey now looked up, his blue eyes meeting Gyro's. "I never know when it could be the last time for us being together like this. It's dangerous out here..."
He couldn't help but tear up.
A single tear leaving the younger one's eyes. A tear that was quickly wiped away by big, strong, yet so smooth hands.
"Don't worry Johnny, I'd never leave your side. We will get out of this together, trust me." Gyro whispered, these words only meant for his lover's ears, as he gave his warmest smile, stupid golden teeth reflecting the fire's light.
Johnny let out a small chuckle, pleased about the reaffirming words. Feeling safe in the embrace of his partner. Thinking that he was right, nothing could ever part these two men. Not even death itself would tear them apart.
Once more he hid his face in the chest of the other. Mumbling an ever so silent "I love you." as he felt a soft pair of lips pressing against his forehead.
"I love you too."