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“Look, I’m just saying if you’re playing as Baby Rosalina that you can’t say shit about me playing as Walugi,” Gyro snipped, putting in his selection for the cart.
“There’s nothing wrong with Baby Rosalina. You’re implying that she’s on the level of Waluigi, that’s borderline offensive,” Johnny glanced over at the other.
“He’s hilarious! Have you listened to the guy? He’s great, you don’t appreciate him.”
Johnny rolled his eyes as Gyro finally chose his cart. They tended to do this: video games on nights where they weren’t busy with school or work. It was fun, and they would dare call it relaxing after the yelping and competitive atmosphere died down. Johnny liked it, and Gyro liked it, and that’s what mattered.
“Why do you like Rainbow Road so much?” Gyro asked as his eyebrows furrowed. Johnny blinked and considered the question as the course loaded.
“I don’t know. I liked it on the original version. I don’t think it’s that hard.”
“Speak for yourself. Alright, let’s go.”
They raced in silence for a few minute, the only exception being the rather pained grunts coming from Gyro when he bumped into something or was hit. Johnny snickered in response every time.
“You’re bad at this.”
Gyro bristled, keeping his eyes on the screen despite his every desire to glare holes into Johnny, “Yeah, well! We can’t all be as good as you are! Maybe we have better things to do than—Than be video game playing rejects!”
Johnny chuckled more at that, smirking even, “You play Animal Crossing at least an hour a day.”
“Hey! Shut up, I’m trying to beat you!”
Johnny gave Gyro a kiss after he beat him. A consolation prize, he insisted. Gyro pouted, but Johnny could see the hint of a smile on his face.
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Johnny read the shampoo bottle slowly as he felt suds begin to foam and gather on his shoulder where Gyro scrubbed them. It was a nice feeling, and he indulged in it fully, but it was rather awkward to stare at his boyfriend as he washed him. He often found other things to hold his glance, and Gyro didn’t seem offended.
“You’re starting to tan!” Gyro chirped as he moved to the center of Johnny’s back. Johnny looked over his shoulder, and Gyro grinned, “It’s cute. I can see a line and everything.”
“Are my freckles coming out too?”
“Ah, a little bit… Let’s go to the pool sometime, I want to see them!”
“Ugh, in your dreams,” Johnny sighed, taking the sudsy pouf from Gyro’s hand and gently slapping him on the chest with it. Bubbly bits of foam flung about, some hitting Johnny’s cheeks. Gyro laughed, and Johnny sighed through a small smile.
He couldn’t remember the day he and Gyro took their first bath together. It didn’t happen all the time (“You’re too annoying for that,” Johnny would say) but it was an occasional event that Gyro seemed to really enjoy. He liked to wash Johnny’s hair and back, to smell the shampoo and body wash, to muse about the day he had or the day Johnny had or the small dark flecks on Johnny’s skin. Johnny was quiet most of the time, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it.
He enjoyed it a whole lot more than he could let on.
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“Heavy,” Johnny mumbled softly as he turned a page in his book. It was some popular novel, Lucy had told him to read it, lending him her copy, but he wasn’t getting too into it yet. That being said, he kept giving it a chance, page after page.
Gyro sighed from his spot, lazily sprawled lower on the bed and using Johnny’s stomach as a pillow. His stubble scratched at Johnny’s skin, and the still damp locks of hair stuck where they landed. He didn’t show any signs of moving.
Johnny lowered the book onto his chest, looking down at Gyro, “Hey, your fat head is heavy,” he said, a little louder.
“Is not,” was the quick retort as Gyro quickly nipped at the skin around his belly button.
Johnny jolted a little, but steeled his face. Gyro finally moved, shifting his head so he could look up at Johnny. He raised a brow, and Johnny returned the gesture before slipping his bookmark into the pages of the novel, and then, ever so elegantly, tossing it so it landed on Gyro’s head. A paperback, Johnny thought, isn’t going to hurt a man like that.
The thunk was soft, but Gyro played immediately, wailing at the impact and rubbing the spot it had hit, “Johnny, that’s mean! What kind of bully are you, picking on me like that?”
Johnny sneered, reaching and pushing against his cheek. The stubble grazed his palm, but he liked the feeling, “Get your fat head off my stomach!”
“Would you like it better somewhere else? On your butt? On your chest?” Gyro scrambled to his knees and moved up the bed, finally taking residence beside Johnny. They both leaned against the sloppily stacked pillows that were against the headboard. Johnny looked up at the ceiling. Gyro stared at Johnny.
“Latter doesn’t sound bad.”
“Thought so. Nyoho~!”