Daniel studied Johnny Lawrence shamelessly as he drove. And the best thing was that he was allowed to, encouraged to.

He was wearing the camp's shirt, a simple green tee with three white pines on it, same as Daniel. Only Johnny's was rolled up to show a generous portion of his biceps--Daniel had a feeling it wasn't because of the boiling California heat, though as he took a swig of his water, he was grateful anyways. To that, and Johnny's top-of-the-line AC in his top-of-the-line car (Daniel was one to talk, but still).

Daniel studied Johnny's stupid blond flippy hair, like something out of one of Ali's boy band magazines she'd left in her and Jessica's tent. His strong nose, his blue eyes, once cold but now inviting like the sky on a beautiful day. The way he bit his lip ever-so-softly whenever he made a turn--and, come on, that had to be on purpose.

Not to mention the shorts he was wearing and their generous view, nor Johnny's hand, greedy and possessive and gentle on Daniel's thigh.

Daniel leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as nerves coiled and danced about in his stomach.

Johnny parked the car at the side of some unknown road, the dusk dimming their surroundings as Daniel slowly opened his eyes again. He looked over at Daniel curiously, pulling his hand away. "You alright, Daniel? We don't have to...we can just do something else..."

Daniel couldn't help but laugh softly, looking over at Johnny almost admirably. "Got any card games?" He breathed out another laugh at Johnny's vexed expression, shaking his head. "Don't worry, I'm not denying you this sweet, sweet ass, 'm just nervous, that's all. Am I allowed to say that?"

Johnny's brows furrowed. "Of course you're allowed to be nervous. I'm nervous, too. But I wouldn't do it if it wasn't fun. The other stuff, kissing, hands...mouths...it's all fun, so we can start with that. If you wanna continue, we can, if not, we can call it quits."

Daniel half-wonders if Johnny would shut their entire thing down if he denied him this--not that he was anywhere near wanting to deprive either of them of this. But, in turn, if Johnny needed Daniel half as much as Daniel needed him, even if neither of them would admit it, then Daniel knew he wouldn't leave him for anything.

(Daniel thought briefly of the summer's inevitable end. He doubted he would ever be able to get off again without Johnny. His frame, his eyes, his mouth, his hands...Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. And just the thought of having to jerk off on memories of Johnny Lawrence in the impending colder months of the fall semester was terrifying.)

But he wanted to pleasure Johnny, to remain in his mind firmly, to ruin him as much as Johnny had done in turn. He couldn't imagine a world in which he wouldn't want to wreck the boy in front of him.

"John," Daniel murmured, unbuckling his seatbelt, leaning forward and resting a cool hand on the back of Johnny's neck. "I want you. Ever since we kissed at the capture the flag game, probably before, I've wanted you...inside me, filling me up. I wanna make you mine. Can you do that for me?" he asked sweetly. For a moment, he worried he sounded too exclusive in his demands (what if Johnny wanted to go after one of the girl counselors and was just keeping him as a side piece?), but as he watched Johnny's eyes darken, he knew he was going nowhere.

Johnny made a weak sound in his throat, almost like a plea, almost like a growl. He nodded, leaning closer, his eyes showing every implication of someone mesmerized. "I think I can," he managed, his breath soft on Daniel's lips before kissing him.

Daniel could only kiss him back, fingers tangling into Johnny's hair, pulling the strands a bit. Johnny let out a soft moan against his lips, seeming hesitant to make a sound, shifting in his seat only to bump against the center console, abruptly pulling away from Daniel.

"Backseat?" he breathed.

"Backseat," Daniel nodded, getting out of the car and getting into the backseat. Johnny got in his side, immediately getting his hands on Daniel's inner thighs, spreading them apart and getting between them as if he belonged there.

Daniel tugged on Johnny's shirt, trying fruitlessly to pull it off before Johnny pulled away and took it off himself.

Daniel let out a desperate hum in his throat, unable to help but admire Johnny's form. He'd seen his low-necked gi, or brief glances in the mornings when he was changing for the day, but never this. Never like he was allowed to study the toned scape of his chest, his broad shoulders and abs—

"You could grate cheese on this," Daniel murmured, thumbing along the ridges of his abs, licking his lips as he moved up. He palmed at Johnny's pec, about to move up to his collarbone—

"Are you trying to go to second base with me?" Johnny asked incredulously. "I'm not a chick, Larusso."

"No," Daniel blushed, pulling his hand away. "I just..." he sighed. "I should leave my shirt on..."

"You can, but why would you?" Johnny asked, hands traveling up under Daniel's shirt, rubbing his hips as he leaned down, kissing his neck.

"Y-you know what I look like, it's not exactly hot," Daniel muttered, tilting his head to the side to give Johnny access.

"Come on, you kidding?" Johnny pulled away, pressing his lips to Daniel's. "You might not be, like, built, but you're alright. Seriously. If you ask me, the only thing that could improve you was a pair of tits, but that's not exactly possible, so—"

Daniel's exaggerated sigh cut him off as he sat up. "You're a pig, you know that?" He said, pulling off his shirt with a huff and laying back down.

"I know," Johnny grinned, pressing a deep kiss to Daniel's lips, nipping his bottom lip playfully before pulling away. Daniel chased his lips, letting out a shaky breath as Johnny kissed along his jaw, down to his chest, taking one of his nipples into his mouth.

Daniel arched his back with a needy moan, fingers tangling into Johnny's hair and tugging. Johnny moved to the other one, the curious softness of his tongue making Daniel's head spin. "Wh-why are you doing that...?" He asked breathlessly.

Johnny pulled away, kissing Daniel's lips again, his hands roaming down to the band of Daniel's shorts. "Because it feels good. Don't you wanna tell me it feels good? Don't you wanna ask for more?"

"Johnny," Daniel whined faintly. "It's a wonder you've gotten any action at all, you're such an assh—oh~" he was cut off by his own moan, biting his lip as Johnny started to shamelessly palm him through his shorts, showing a complete lack of restraint (not that he had any before) that turned Daniel on like nothing else.

"Have I ever told you how cute it is, you being so sensitive?" Johnny murmured, pushing Daniel's legs up over his shoulders and snaking a hand up Daniel's thigh, nails gently scratching up the sensitive skin. "Because it's really...really...cute..." with that, he pulled away to pull off Daniel's shorts, followed by his boxers, tossing them carelessly up front. Daniel looked up, eyes wide, hands moving down self-consciously.

"I guess I'm the first one to be naked, then..." Daniel covered his blushing face. "Come on, get your shorts off, too..."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," Johnny replied, his voice surprisingly soothing as he shuffled off his shorts and boxers as well. "This is your best look, anyway, Larusso." He smiled something almost sweet, fingers running through Daniel's hair. Daniel closed his eyes, the feeling soothing his nerves, before opening them up and meeting Johnny's eyes.

"I've imagined it before," he started uncertainly. "You inside me. But what if it..." Daniel's eyes trailed down to Johnny's length, then back up. "What if it doesn't fit?"

Johnny grinned smugly at that, and Daniel's nerves were momentarily replaced entirely by the urge to roll his eyes. "It'll fit, trust me. The second you say something's wrong, I'll back off. I'm not gonna hurt you, Daniel..."

Daniel nodded, face flushed as he watched Johnny grab something from the front console; it was Vaseline and a condom, which cemented in Daniel's mind just how real this was. He let out a shaky breath, and Johnny glanced back at him, concern etched in his features ever so slightly. He silently handed Daniel his water bottle from up front, and Daniel gratefully took a sip.

"You're gonna need more when we're done," Johnny said, and surprisingly, he seemed more genuine than sexy. He put some Vaseline on three fingers, spreading Daniel's legs apart probably wider than what was strictly necessary, studying the position curiously.

"Johnny--" Daniel started, though Johnny finally seemed to have come to a decision.

He leaned forward, free hand coming underneath Daniel to grab his ass. "Turn around and bend over for me, could you, sweetheart? Ass in the air, I gotta get you ready to take something so big." he grinned, pressing a kiss to Daniel's cheek, chuckling softly at the look of vexation on Daniel's face.

"You just wanna make this as embarrassing for me as possible, don't you, John?" Daniel asked, though he complied, rolling over and bracing himself on his elbows.

"Quit your whining, there's nothing to be embarrassed about with an ass like this," Johnny teased, pressing a kiss to his lower spine. "Now, I'm gonna start getting you ready, and I honestly can't tell you how it's gonna feel. Probably bad, then good? Just let me know along the way."

"Gee, Johnny, you make me feel so safe with your brilliant sex knowledge," Daniel quipped in reply, his voice muffled. "Just hurry up and get something going, man, before I do it myself."

"As hot as that sounds, I think I can give it to you much better, Larusso." Jonny pushed a finger in at that, and Daniel let out an odd strangled noise before effectively pressing his lips closed.

"How's that?" Johnny asked, and honestly, with out genuinely curious and experimental Johnny sounded, the situation was a hair more amusing than sexual.

"It's nothing, really. I..." Daniel rolled his hips back on the feeling, letting out a soft moan when Johnny added another finger, starting to move and curl the pair in a way he seemed to be familiar with. (Not that he wanted to think of his past experience with girls like Ali, though Daniel was strangely grateful for it). "Mm, it's good. Kinda weird, but I...I like it..."

"Good," Johnny whispered, allowing his free hand to explore down the curve of Daniel's arched back, then back up into his hair. "I was wrong, earlier--"

"Never thought I'd hear you admit you were wrong--" Daniel started, though he was effectively silenced as Johnny pushed in a third finger suddenly, making Daniel practically writhe as his toes curled.

"I was wrong when I said you being naked in front of me was your best look, Larusso," Johnny continued, slightly agitated, though Daniel could practically hear his smirk despite his own mortifying whimpering moans. "It's actually this...when you're bent over like this, basically begging for me to fuck you."

Daniel thought, half-heartedly, to perhaps mention that Johnny was the one who asked him to get in this position, and that Daniel wasn't begging for anything. But that would probably be a half-truth. Not that he could think on such useless technicalities, not with Johnny Lawrence and his skillful fingers serving as probably the most unlikely and blissful distraction known to man.

Instead, he settled for: "You should wait for how pretty I can look while I ride you," muffled against the leather of the car seat.

Daniel took a smug pleasure in how he could hear Johnny's breath hitch, how he could feel him pull his fingers out and flip him back over.

"You think you're up for it, Larusso? 'Cause I'm fully up for laying back and letting you do the work." Johnny offered.

Daniel let out a shaky breath, a nervous laugh. "Yeah, of course. I mean, you're basically giving me control, right? I get to set the pace and all."

Johnny scoffed. "Enough with the losing and winning, alright?" Johnny said, which really surprised Daniel, even if he didn't show it. "Just get on top of me already."

("Real charming, Lawrence." Daniel sneered his response.)

With some awkward shuffling, Daniel managed to get on top of Johnny, straddling his thighs. Johnny handled the condom, ripping it with his teeth like some guy in a movie (which, honestly. Stupid, but stupidly erotic at once.) before putting it on himself, along with probably too much extra Vaseline. Daniel didn't say anything; if he didn't know any better, he'd say Johnny was worried about him.

That is, until their fingers touched, and Daniel could hear his breath hitched again as he met his eyes. Johnny was looking at him in a way that sent cold shivers and hot tingles chasing down his spine at once. Daniel looked away briefly, as if afraid actual hot sparks would fly. He felt they'd reached a pinnacle, a make or break moment, as if every moment before then had not been a make or break moment in itself.

"Daniel," Johnny asked, and Daniel met his eyes again. "You alright?"

Daniel remembered something Jessica told him about the concept of virginity, something about always being chemically or emotionally bonded to the person you lost your virginity to.

He wondered if he wanted a forever connection to Johnny Lawrence.

Then he remembered that he'd always have a connection to Johnny Lawrence. From the meetup on the beach that ended up with his face in the sand, all the way to his kick to Johnny's face (which now made a badass poster in his bedroom back at Mr. Miyagi's, which would probably be a weird thing to return to, given recent events). To his first day filled with dread at the sight of the Cobras in his cabin, to his first kiss with Johnny in the dark of the woods. He would always have a connection to Johnny.

Besides, it was probably some bullshit Jess had read in Seventeen magazine anyway.

"Yeah," Daniel nodded, smiling crookedly. "Ready for me to make love to you, Johnny Lawrence?"

Johnny rolled his eyes, strong hands moving to hold up Daniel's hips. "Yeah. Yeah, just move down whenever you're ready..."

And Daniel did. He moved down slowly, mouth opening to let out soft gasps and pants as he felt Johnny fill him up. He grasped Johnny's shoulders, sure he was hurting him, as he sunk down to the base.

And, well, that was it. And it was a lot, to say the least.

Daniel could feel Johnny's back arch a bit underneath him, his own thighs quivering at the overwhelming feeling. He could feel Johnny's grasp tighten on his hips, wondering in a way that made his cock twitch if Johnny was tempted to move him roughly, to fuck up into him.

"G-Gonna give you a minute," Johnny said breathlessly. "Feels...Feels really good, babe...how's it feel for you...?"

"I..." Daniel started. "I feel..."

i would apologize for the rather abrupt cutting of the chapter, but i'm not sorry at all. had to get some of johnny's pov in there too, he's grown on me in the past little while. like a parasite lol. anyways. i was thinking...i have a lot of ideas for this and was thinking of writing a sequel once this is over. not at the camp, but what happens after. i dunno, you'll probably understand once the story's finished that, well...some of the story won't be finished when the characters go home. i'm thinking way ahead though, i'm probably only halfway at this rate, if even. just some food for thought.

much love,

~mw