It's two evenings later when it's lights out in the boys' counselors cabin. Cookies--whose sudden sickness was absolutely not caused by Tommy overfeeding him, absolutely not--had been promptly handed off to the girl's cabin, where they had made a cozy little blanket bed for him to rest on. Tommy had been given the early bedtime punishment by Bobby, and the two promptly went to bed, followed by Larusso and Johnny.

Well, not entirely.

Johnny couldn't sleep.

He was thinking about last time, about his slim, small fingers on his arm, in his hair, his kiss. His--Daniel's--eyes, brown and shining with exciting expectation in the dark. Daniel's shaky breaths, soft noises, how he seemed so completely different when they were alone, but the same smart mouth that drove him crazy. He wanted Daniel like he needed water after practicing karate--like his lungs would burst into flames without it. To think that he was in the very same room, and he couldn't do anything about it--of all the unfairness--

Johnny sat up. Larusso had rolled over in his bed, seeming restless as well. They locked eyes.

Johnny shuffled, looking over at Tommy's bed with sharp deliberation, then Bobby's. They both appeared asleep, wiped out from a day of hiking, crafts, and projected movies by the fire. Johnny got out of bed with the caution of dismantling a bomb, wincing as the wood floor creaked under his feet. He met Larusso's eye again as he slipped on his tennis shoes, uncaring to untie them first, uncaring of the damage. Larusso sat up, studying him curiously as he came over and knelt at Larusso's feet, hands on his thighs.

"Johnny," Daniel started in something of a fascinated whisper, but Johnny silenced him with a finger to his lips, the two in a silent stand-still for a long stretch of a moment. Daniel just raised a brow, holding Johnny's hand steady and pressing a kiss to the tip of his finger, and yeah. Yeah. He's gonna do this.

Johnny pulled himself and Larusso up to their feet, leading him out of the cabin. He took him into the shower facility, silently pushing him into a spare plastic chair they used to put towels and clothes on. He wants to say something, something sultry to leave Larusso flustered and himself having some dominance over the situation. But they're pretty equal here, aren't they? Daniel may be a little smartass shit, but he was a good person, and he wouldn't make fun of him for trying.

And he wasn't...gay, for trying. It was just a thing. He and Larusso had graduated and would see the world, and this was just another thing in it. The sky was blue, the stock market was incomprehensible, and guys did each other favors sometimes. Thought heavily about doing each other favors sometimes.

Johnny knelt at Larusso's feet, watching his expression with the utmost caution and curiosity. He kissed him with a softness that had not been shared between the two of them before, without the urgency and fireworks, but definitely not lacking in heat.

"Johnny," Daniel whispered against his lips, voice low with a desperation that sent a buzzing heat throughout him. "What were you thinking about doing to me?"

And, damn. That helped. The whispered words should not have been that attractive, that alluring. He cursed under his breath, kissing Daniel again as if he couldn't help himself. Johnny thinks, for a moment, that it's what he was made for. He couldn't imagine a better use for his mouth than kissing Daniel Larusso, than bringing him pleasure in these secret moments. Even if he was an annoying little shit sometimes, he was a cute annoying little shit.

"I think you know," Johnny manages, because if he says it, he doesn't think his nerves will let him go through with it.

"You don't have to--" Daniel starts. Johnny cocks his head to the side in a way he's sure Larusso had done in studying him in the past. He wonders, something subtle, if Daniel was going to be all soft-missionary-on-prom-night, all I-give-you-consent-to-get-my-cock-out. He remembers the night with Ali in the tent, and he lets out a shaky breath. His brain his short circuiting; he doesn't know what to think.

"I want to," Johnny says. "Wanna get you off, want you to come down my throat..." He isn't entirely sure where that last part came from, or if he even wanted to voice it aloud, but Daniel's answering groan from his throat suggests that he definitely liked the idea in turn.

As Johnny pulls at Larusso's night-shorts, pulls them down along with his boxers, he feels the cold state of reality that he is in. Most of the time, everything was so typical and predictable, but not this. Not Daniel.

And when he takes him in his mouth, his mind providing a helpful "how hard can it be?" the feeling in his mouth answers the question. "Very. He's very hard...because of me."

And really, to be blunt, sucking dick isn't as degrading as Johnny thought it would be. Not with the feeling of Daniel's hands in his hair, gripping as he whined out pleas for Johnny. The rhythmic moving of his hips, his shaky breaths as Johnny moved to see how much he could take.

"A-Ah, fuck, Johnny, you're pretty good—trying to see who's better? You look so good, a-and I've never—it's so much—" Daniel's rambling endlessly, and Johnny would tell him to shut up if his mouth was not currently occupied.

Besides, he supposed some talking was necessary, so the awkward silence didn't leave Johnny wondering how he got to this point. He was willing (enjoying, actually) to suck dick, pointedly Larusso's. And, sure, he supposed he'd still try to kick his ass in any game, but when he looked and sounded so needy...Johnny supposed he couldn't help but strive to please him.

(He supposes he was playfully competitive with Ali, but it wasn't the same. It definitely wasn't as intense, and if that's good or bad, Johnny isn't sure.)

(But there's no point in comparing Larusso to Ali. Because he's not dating Larusso.)

(Really. He doesn't even like him in that way, he just likes him in a way that leads to making out in the woods.)

Suddenly, Daniel stills, and with a sound almost like a whimper—covered by his mouth, to Johnny's disappointment and relief—he comes down Johnny's throat. Just like he asked.

Johnny waits a moment more before he pulls off, because he figured he would like that if they were reversed. But when he pulls off, he's not exactly polite:

"Could've warned me," Johnny snaps after swallowing. He wasn't a fan of the taste, but he figured it'd be gross to just spit on the floor.

"You said you wanted it," Daniel replies, pulling his shorts back on. "You're so wishy-washy." Even as he snaps back, he's still breathless and dazed in a way Johnny thinks is almost cute, not that he was about to admit it.

"Wishy-washy," Johnny echoes instead. "What are you, four?"

Daniel just rolls his eyes, and there's a pause between them that's slightly awkward as they both realize Johnny's kneeling in front of Daniel still.

"Hey," Daniel says softly, pulling Johnny up to his level before standing up on shaky legs. "Thank you. I know you said you weren't gonna—"

"I know what I said," Johnny replied dismissively. It wasn't that he wasn't down for experimentation, but if he thought of the real reason he'd said no before, the fear of it all...

"I changed my mind," Johnny settled, fingers playing with Daniel's hair, a smile tugging on his lips. "I like making you whine, Larusso—Daniel."

Daniel rolls his eyes again, but he seems unable to help but grin himself. "Whatever you say, Lawrence." He stands, tip-toed, and kisses Johnny's cheek--probably just to mess with him, because it seemed too much like a boyfriend thing to be anything else.

Larusso turned to leave, and Johnny grabbed his arm. "Hey," he says, and he has a feeling that he's about to say something wrong, but, well, freedom of speech. "We're just hooking up, you know. You're not about to, like, fall in love with me, right?" And he hates that he sounds like such an asshole, but there really was no way to say the words nicely.

Larusso looks slightly surprised in a way that suggests Johnny accused him of a crime. Then, he laughs in a way that seems almost frigid. "I have no idea where you could have gotten the idea I wanted more than this. Don't get me wrong, you've got a nice form," he makes a point of running his hand down Johnny's chest and down to squeeze his ass. "And this isn't bad to check out in your shorts. But I don't think we're really the definition of compatible. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna catch up on some sleep. Thanks again for tonight, Johnny." Larusso starts off out of the shower facility, leaving Johnny effectively alone.

"Larusso, wait--" Johnny starts, but he guesses Larusso was already on a stubborn quest to his bed.

And Johnny was still hard in his shorts. Fuck.