The next evening, Johnny, Daniel, and Bobby returned from the counselor's fire to find Tommy already in the cabin...being a good, well-balanced father to Cookies the kitten.

"And this is Robbin Young," Tommy said, sweet and innocent as if he was not showing the baby animal glossy pages of scantily-clad women. "Gorgeous, isn't she?" he looked up, no implication that what he was doing was wrong or even embarrassing other than a slight blush. "Oh, hey, guys. What's going on?"

Larusso looked as if he'd just witnessed a crime against humanity (or, rather, the cat).

"Ah, come on, man, really?" Johnny rolled his eyes, scooping up Cookies much to Tommy's disdain. "Don't be gross."

"What?" Tommy replied defensively. "It's not like I'd show him if he were a girl. But Cookies is a boy, soon to be a man. He needs to know about the sexiest women in June of 1981."

"I...I can't believe," Larusso opened and closed his mouth like a dumb fish out of water. "Why would you...of all things..." he marched over the length of the cabin--all of about two feet--to retrieve Cookies from Johnny. He looked up at him, anger unyielding as he met Johnny's eyes despite the fact that Johnny hadn't done anything. "Give me the cat, Johnny."

Johnny scoffed. "He has a name, you know." In Johnny's hands, Cookies mewled and squirmed, louder and more eager at the sight of Daniel.

Larusso's brows furrowed as he huffed. "You and I both know you hate his name, John."

"Oh, oh, oh," Tommy laughed, seeming a little uncomfortable by the tension he stirred up. "Better watch out, he pulled out your legal name. If he goes full 'John Cathleen Lawrence', I'll just go stay in the girls' cabin, you know what I'm sayin', Bobby?"

Bobby, who had sat in the silence for a while probably wondering when exactly he had became a father to three teenaged boys and a cat before getting properly laid, let out an exasperated sigh. "Can you two kids take it outside, please? I would like a moment of peace before bed, just a moment."

Johnny put the kitten down on his bed before looking down at Larusso, recognizing that gleam in his eyes. Hm. Johnny always knew Larusso was smarter than he seemed, but perhaps this was some sort of performance in itself, the smartass bastard. "You wanna take this outside?" he asked, mustering something akin to threatening rather than husky.

"Fine," Larusso nodded, his cheeks heating before turning on his heel and marching out. "Maybe I can let you know while we're out there about how to properly take care of Cookies, we all know he doesn't like you."

Johnny just rolled his eyes at that but followed anyway, slamming the door behind him as he watched Larusso trudge off into the woods behind the cabin. Once Johnny deemed them far enough enveloped in the trees to not be seen, he pulled him by the hair against a tree, giving him about a second to process before his lips were on his.

"Johnny, wait," Daniel muttered, voice small and breathless, and Johnny immediately tensed.

"What?" Johnny asked, perhaps a tad sharp in his anxiety.

"I just wanted to say I was sorry, for saying Cookies doesn't like you," Larusso explained, and Johnny just blinked at him real slow and impatient before giving in and moving close to kiss his neck. "I really think he's starting to warm up to you, it's just--ah~...d-don't show him porn or anything, and you'll already be better than Tommy..."

"I don't give a shit about it," Johnny said hurriedly, because honestly, although Daniel was like a kitten in a way, if he started thinking about an actual kitten, he was going to go soft. "Any of it." he started to suck a mark on Daniel's skin, though soon thought better of it, pulling away before anything could really show. "I'm gonna throw that stupid fucking magazine in the trash."

"Don't," Daniel insisted, whining slightly as Johnny slipped a leg between his once again, as if this were second nature.

"And why not?" Johnny whispered, breath warm on Daniel's ear before nibbling on his lobe just to tease.

"B-Because, it'd be rude to Tommy, and I--ngh~" Daniel grappled under Johnny's shirt, hands roving to his belt as if determined to touch him while he had the chance now that Johnny started palming at him through his shorts.

"So sensitive, Larusso," Johnny teased, as if it was not taking everything in him not to moan once Daniel started to touch him curiously over his boxers, which he was now straining against. "C-Come on, what's the real reason?"

"Sometimes I look at it," Daniel confessed, cheeks flushed darkly in the light of the moon as he avoided Johnny's eye contact. "When no one's around...the girls in there are really pretty, and I just..." he looked up at Johnny, expression suddenly defensive. "There's no need to look at me like that, I do like girls, too, you know."

"Yeah, me too," Johnny replied, fired quick, and with the expression on Larusso's face, he realized he kind of killed the mood a little. "Anyways, there's no need to look at a magazine, not when I'm right here...touching you..." Johnny slipped his hand into Daniel's boxers, watching as his eyes rolled back a little and closed after finally getting some stimulation. "Maybe more if you let me, if you ask nicely..."

Daniel nodded, letting out a breathy moan as he wrapped his arms around Johnny's neck (honestly, this wasn't prom) before opening his eyes, dark with curiosity and desire. "Please, can I...?"

"Can you...?" Johnny challenged, his hand stopping and pulling out as he was now fully invested.

Larusso looked a little annoyed at that, but he continued. "Promise not to tell anyone?"

"Who am I gonna tell?" Johnny challenged further.

Daniel nodded consideringly at that. "Promise not to laugh at me if I can't do it right at first?"

Johnny scoffed, shaking his head, his tongue poking at his cheek. "I'm not gonna make fun of you, Larusso, just get on with it, we don't have all night." he said stubbornly, but he ensured his voice was a bit softer than his usual barb, as it did seem that Daniel was really nervous.

Daniel nodded, spinning them around so Johnny's back was against the tree, and Daniel got on his knees. Johnny's breath hitched--he knew in the back of his mind that this was what Larusso was after, but seeing him like this was something else. Johnny bit his lip to keep from saying anything stupid as Daniel pulled off his shorts, eyes roving over his size for a second. Before Johnny could say anything, any teasing (or, god forbid, begging), Daniel took Johnny in his mouth, all the way to the base, as if just to see if he could.

Johnny swore, breathless as he took in the sight of it--so pretty, so surreal, Johnny felt as if his soul was going to float up and out of his body. Daniel made a curious little humming sound, which sent vibrations up Johnny's length that made him roll his hips.

"C-Come on, Larusso, you gotta move your head," Johnny instructed, running his fingers almost affectionately through Larusso's hair.

Daniel pulled off at that, looking thoroughly annoyed. "Why don't you come down here and show me, if you know how to suck dick so well?" he snapped. "And I've told you before, you can call me Daniel. I...I like it..." he avoided Johnny's eyes.

"Alright, Daniel," Johnny said pointedly, and if he wasn't seeing things, it seemed Daniel shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the warm evening air. "You were actually doing good, those first thirty seconds. Just...keep going, and I'll give you pointers, alright?"

(This had to be the weirdest lesson he's ever taught. Johnny thought about Daniel using these pointers in the future--the thought amused him, for about half a second, before making him hot with a sort of frustration he couldn't put a finger on, as if he wasn't getting credit for his work.)

Daniel nodded, taking Johnny back into his mouth and taking a moment before starting to bob his head. To be fair to him, he did know the obvious things—like not to use teeth or anything crazy like that. He was also doing this thing where he scratched his nails ever so slightly down Johnny's inner thighs, and the pleasure-pain of it made him groan as he leaned his head back against the tree. He soon sat up, though, because he didn't want to (couldn't) miss a second of Daniel like this.

He carded his fingers through Daniel's hair, biting his lip to keep from being too loud or embarrassingly encouraging. Johnny pulled Daniel's hair a bit, and when he moaned in response, it made Johnny almost want to pull him off just to kiss him. Almost.

Soon, embarrassingly soon in Johnny's eyes, he was close. "D-Daniel, 'm gonna come—y-you might not want me to come down your throat..." he managed breathlessly. To his surprise, Daniel stayed his usual stubborn self, remaining right where he was as if determined to take everything right from him.

And, well. After that, it was fairly easy for Johnny to find his release. And it seemed fairly easy for Daniel to swallow it all, too. The last thing Johnny could think of was a round two, but Daniel being stubborn about swallowing was about the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

A voice in the distance, probably Tommy's from the sound, rang out from the cabin: "Hey, guys! You alright? It's been a while...surely you aren't still arguing..."

Johnny tucked himself urgently back into his shorts before shouting back. "It's alright, Tommy, don't worry about it, we'll be in in a minute!" He met Daniel's eyes as the other stood, Johnny's eyes flickering down to his lips. He wondered if he could (should) taste himself on Daniel's lips. "What do you need from me, Daniel?" He asked lowly.

"What do I need?" Larusso echoed back, eyes almost innocent despite what just occurred.

"Yeah," Johnny nodded as if it were obvious, at it was. "Don't be dumb, Larusso. This is a two way street. You do something for me, I'll do something for you. What, you thought I was that much of an asshole?"

Daniel shook his head quickly, looking almost bashful. "No, I know you're...generous...it's just that I already touched myself a little and got off..."

"Oh," Johnny replied, cheeks heating to put Larusso's to shame. As hot as he found that, he didn't want to admit that he was a little disappointed.

"Yeah..." Daniel frowned. "If I had known I could've waited, I would've. Maybe next time..." he started towards the cabin—probably more in the direction of the restrooms to clean up—but Johnny grabbed his arm before he could go far.

"One more," Johnny murmured, and he leaned in to kiss Daniel deeply. Daniel made a small pleased noise against Johnny's lips, cupping his cheeks. And it was stupid, as Johnny's hands went to squeeze Larusso's ass, but from the way Daniel was holding him, this almost felt special.

Daniel tried his best to fix his hair, but as he walked in, he made a show of pulling at it—lesbian-thespian Larusso back at it again. "You're just frustrating, Lawrence, but I'm trying my best."

"You say that as if you're not an annoying little shit yourself, Larusso," Johnny replied—honestly, it wasn't that hard to act annoyed by Larusso.

Larusso just rolled his eyes, going over to Johnny's bed and picking up Cookies, who let out a meow that suggested he missed him. "Hey, baby, you're okay." He kissed the top of Cookies's fuzzy little head, then made a point of putting the kitten down on his own bed and making a nest of blankets. He then grabbed some clothes and said dismissively: "I'm gonna shower. No one show Cookies any porn while I'm gone, alright?"

Cookies seemed to meow in agreement as Daniel left the cabin.

"He looked kinda rough," Bobby commented. "I really wish you wouldn't give him such a hard time, Lawrence."

"I think things are getting better," Johnny commented, both to satisfy Bobby, and in truth. Thinking about Daniel between his legs, the taste of himself on his lips after he kissed him—he tried not to so he wasn't tempted to follow Larusso to the showers, but even this was much better than being annoyed by him. "Things just...get intense sometimes."

"That's one way to put it," Bobby replied, and he pet Cookies on the head with a sense of finality before getting ready for bed himself.