The next evening, a golden opportunity arose. Hell, Bobby and Tommy even took the cat with them, saying they were going to bring him over to the girl's cabin.

(Larusso had a rule about the cat. One time, when Daniel and Johnny were taking Cookies out to use the restroom, Johnny saw it as fair game. He'd pinned Daniel to a tree, and though he flushed a pretty pink, he claimed they shouldn't do anything "in front of the baby". Said "baby" was not even looking at them, as he was preoccupied with trying to eat a spider.)

And even considering their mutual handjobs under the waterfall--as romantic an escapade that was, as Daniel would say--nothing could quite beat going all the way. The amount of times he'd had wet dreams about that afternoon in the backseat had Johnny convinced Daniel had cast some kind of witchcraft on him--and he craved being in Daniel's dreams as much as he'd been in his.

"So," Daniel shrugged, not-so-casually looking Johnny up and down. "Do you wanna talk about anything, or...?"

"Like hell, Daniel," Johnny muttered, moving in close in an instant, hands on Daniel's hips. He pushed him back, pinning him to the door, lips on his like he'd been waiting for a taste all day.

(He had.)

Johnny pulled away after a long, tense moment, curiously pressing the pad of his thumb against Daniel's bottom lip. "What was the last thing you ate?" he asked.

Daniel's brows furrowed. "What, does my breath smell bad or something?"

"No, not at all." Johnny kissed him again as if to prove it, pressing his tongue slowly, gently between his lips. (He never knew if he should be gentle with Daniel, to treat him like a girl, or to be rough with him like a boy. Daniel seemed to like both.) "You taste like...like bubblegum..."

"Oh, yeah," Daniel nodded, smiling a little sheepishly as he wrapped his arms around Johnny's shoulders like a girl at prom--Johnny wouldn't know. "Ali gave me some Juicy Fruit earlier, I guess that's the last thing I ate, even though I didn't swallow..."

You're so cute, is the first thing Johnny thinks, but then he thinks he really can't just say something like that. "I'll make you swallow," he says instead, voice low and brimming with suggestion. And then: "If you want to. I like when you do, but you don't...have to..."

Daniel looks as though he's trying not to laugh, and again, cute. "Charming, Lawrence."

"I'll show you charming," Johnny murmurs, and he presses his lips to Daniel's again. His hand strays down to Daniel's thigh--as tempting as it was to stay on his ass--and pulls it up against his hip as if they were dancing. "Jump," he whispers against Daniel's lips between kisses. He feels the need to promise he's not going to drop him--but it's a waste of words. They both know Johnny's strong enough.

Daniel's eyes meet Johnny's, and he's so close and his eyes are sparking with something Johnny doesn't think he's seen before--but it's fleeting. And then Daniel does a cute little hop, and Johnny has no trouble holding him up by his thighs, pinning him to the door of the cabin.

Daniel was smiling into the kisses as if they'd done some sort of grand trick, and it was honestly ridiculous. Johnny was doing all the work, and it was nothing. Daniel was easily impressed...but Johnny supposed that was all you would want in someone you were fucking. Someone pretty and easily impressed.

And Daniel was definitely, undoubtably pretty.

As the kisses deepen and Johnny felt Daniel's hands wonder up his shirt, he thought on their first time in the back of his car, how quick Daniel was to offer to ride him. He wondered if he'd always been wanting it like that, or if he liked this, now, being pinned at Johnny's mercy.

"You forgot," Johnny manages, his forehead resting against Daniel's. His mind gets a little hazy in times like this, his blood more preoccupied with rushing to his cock. Perhaps it serves as a firm reminder to Daniel. "You forgot to thank me, earlier...after our first time..."

"Huh?" Daniel looks slightly dazed, his pupils blending in with his dark brown eyes so well they look completely black. His brows furrow. "No, I did. I...I thought I did..."

And Johnny does remember the distinct feeling of Daniel's hips under his hands, how he still moved in that tired little rhythm, trying to milk every drop of what was probably the most overwhelming orgasm of his life. (And, if he's honest, Johnny thinks Daniel had a thing for taking his come, even though he had on a condom. He'd like to test the theory, one day.)

He remembers the best part was how cute and polite Daniel was, thanking him after getting dicked down like he would get more if he used good manners. His litany of thanks was music to Johnny's ears; it made him feel like he won something.

(But even so.)

"No," Johnny gently let down Daniel's legs, a hand coming up curiously, tracing along Daniel's collarbone. Daniel's thighs were shaking, and he was so hard against him, Johnny was surprised he wasn't begging more. "You didn't thank me how I wanna be thanked, sweetheart..."

Daniel blinked up at him almost innocently, and Johnny got another faint smell of bubblegum. Jesus, Larusso would end him. He was always going to, Johnny just didn't think it'd be like this. "What do you mean, Johnny?" Daniel asked, soft, like he really was going to do whatever Johnny asked.

"I mean," Johnny started at a whisper by Daniel's ear, playfully nipping the lobe. And he can't believe he's saying this, but he has to hear it from Daniel's lips. He has to. "I want you to tell me, 'thank you for popping my cherry for me, Johnny'. Can do do that for me, Danielle?"

Daniel cocked his head to the side thoughtfully (surprisingly a much better reaction than Johnny thought, he thought Daniel might be pissed.) He pursed his lips. "But I'm not a girl, you know," he said stubbornly. But then he took hold of Johnny's hand, pulling it away from his chest, his collarbones, and instead took it up to his throat. And from the look in his eyes, he was just inviting Johnny to wrap his hand around, controlling but gentle. "You really want me to say that?" he challenged.

(Johnny looked at the beautiful picture before him, of his hand poised at Daniel's throat, and thought of Kreese. Even over half a year later, he thought of that night. But he knew this was nothing like that. He thought of Ali, back when they were together and she wanted to try it. It turns out she didn't like it, but he kind of did, having that sort of control and trust. Of course, he felt bad when Ali didn't like it, but Daniel was clearly interested. He trusted Johnny. And Johnny, for the most part, trusted him. At least in here, with just the two of them.)

Johnny wrapped his hand around Daniel's throat, squeezing with a gentle precision. Daniel's eyes closed and he let out a shaky breath, just barely struggling. His hands are still roaming shamelessly over Johnny, moving up to tangle in his hair before opening his eyes. Johnny relieves the pressure, but his hand remains, and he kisses Daniel roughly, as if to ensure he isn't getting a second of relief.

"Thank you," Daniel manages, rolling his hips against Johnny's leg, either so he can get some relief or so Johnny can feel how hard he is, Johnny doesn't know. "Thank you for popping my cherry, Johnny..." he reached up, the pad of his thumb lingering on Johnny's bottom lip. "You were so big, it was the perfect way to do it, and I've been feeling so empty since...do you think you could fill me up again?" he asked sweetly, and Johnny swore to god the bastard fluttered his lashes.

So maybe he was making fun of him a little. But fuck. Fuck.

"Yeah," Johnny replied breathlessly. "Yeah, I think I can do that for you..." he pulled off his shirt as casually as anything, and Daniel followed suit, the shorts coming off as well. "Just get on the bed, let me get you ready..."

Daniel nodded obediently, and though his own bed was the closest, he instead went over to Johnny's, stretching out like a pretty girl in a classical painting. Johnny had no idea why he chose his bed--they were all the same, after all--but the look of him on it was something Johnny would probably never get out of his head.

"I've practiced a little," Daniel said. "After that first time, I tried it again, opening myself up. I wished you were there for it...but you're here now, and maybe I could show you...?"

Johnny swallowed, nodding almost immediately. "Yeah, absolutely..." He went to the box by his bed, digging through and tossing a small container of Vaseline to Daniel. "Put on a show, princess." He went over to Daniel, getting on his knees and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I don't know about that nickname," Daniel raised a brow, but he was grinning anyway, pulling off his boxers with a sheepish smile. "You're very annoying, you know that, John?" He asked, popping the lid off the container and coating three fingers.

"Again with the 'John' thing?" Johnny asked, but he couldn't imagine caring, not when Daniel was sliding his hand slowly and carefully down, spreading his legs. He pushed a finger inside himself, and just the one made him take the most delicate shaky breath, back arching needfully.

Johnny got up onto the bed, getting rid of his shorts, not even embarrassed that Daniel could see how hard he was through his boxers. He grabbed Daniel's free hand, relishing the pretty whimper that came from his lips as he pinned it above his head. "Go on, put another one in," Johnny whispered. "I know you're a slut for it, babydoll..."

Daniel complied unquestionably, pushing in another finger, letting out a soft moan before biting his lip, eyes rolled up deliciously. "Y-You sound like a sh-shitty 70s porno, John..."

Johnny's face flushed. Yeah, he probably sounded like an awful pig right now, but he couldn't help it. Daniel just brought it out of him in a way no one else did, made the borders of his self control thin with those downright beautiful pornographic expressions.

Johnny shook his head and focused as Daniel pushed in a third finger, curling them in a way that made him downright writhe. Johnny braced himself over Daniel, resting on his thighs, leaning up to kiss him. "I can't help it," he murmured. He wasn't about to say something downright romantic about how Daniel made him lose all focus, no. But he was just like Daniel: he couldn't leave anything well enough alone. "Just thinking about how you practiced for me, waiting for me to fuck you. You're so cute in how much you want dick, Larusso. Doesn't even have to be mine, you want it so bad..."

Daniel managed a glare at Johnny, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on Johnny's sheets without breaking eye contact (honestly, he might as well have flipped him the bird). "Keep that attitude up and it won't be yours, Lawrence." He muttered, rolling his eyes. He seemed a little...disappointed, which was strange. If he wanted something cheesy or sentimental, well...Johnny had no idea where he'd find a guy of Daniel's...requirements that would treat him right. New York? Yeah, that sounded right. Johnny didn't like to think about some other guy dicking him down and buying him flowers, though, not when the pleasure was all Johnny's.

"Yeah, well, no one could give it to you like I can," Johnny winked, but he didn't push his boasting. Instead he moved down, taking Larusso's length in his hand, sucking at the head. Daniel made an embarrassingly cute sort of whining noise before covering his mouth, breathing heavily through his fingers as Johnny took more into his mouth.

"Johnny...John, it's okay..." Daniel's fingers tangled into Johnny's hair and tugged, making Johnny moan. His eyes rolled up slightly as he continued to move his head, starting a tantalizing pattern he was sure he'd have a love-hate relationship with if he were in Daniel's shoes. All, half, just the head, and back. Johnny wasn't sure why he was doing this. Sucking Larusso off? Sure, he wanted to, especially because he squirmed so cutely and pulled his hair in a way that made his cock twitch in his boxers. But for two people that were just fucking, they were sure as hell doing a lot of foreplay. He supposed he was just apologizing; Daniel was probably one of those "virtuous" people that took offense to slutty remarks, unlike Johnny.

Daniel let out a high moan, rolling his hips up into Johnny's mouth, pulling him by his hair like he was his own personal toy. Which, for someone "virtuous" would be pretty rude, but Daniel was always surprising him. "I think 'm gonna come, you gotta stop if you wanna fuck me, I want you to fuck me, please--" Daniel started, and Johnny reluctantly pulled off, Daniel's fingers going slack in his hair as he pulled away.

The two caught their breath for a second, Johnny studying Daniel and his blissed out eyes, still filled with need.

"You provide a lot of material to make fun of, you know that, right?" Johnny asked, but Daniel just let out a heavy breath, shaking his head.

"If you wanna give me a blowjob every time you wanna say sorry, I guess I'll take it." Daniel replied with a shrug.

And the word hung around for a second. Sorry. Johnny thought about that cool evening in January--

No. He did not think about that cool evening in January. Fully in the past, fully not discussed in the present. These things didn't matter, really. If this was how Daniel was forgiving him, even with no words exchanged, it was the best forgiveness he could ask for.

"Hey, Larusso?" Johnny murmured, and he thought about how easy it would be to just ask him somethin'. But he wasn't even sure what that somethin' would be.

"Hm?" Daniel asked, but Johnny just situated himself over Daniel, pushing his legs up.

Johnny took in the look he was giving him--half the time, Johnny couldn't tell if that innocent doe-eyed look was a purposeful thing or just how he looked. Johnny ran his hand down his thigh and gave him a light slap on the ass. "You ready, babygirl?" he asked, unable to help but grin, especially at the exasperated look that took over Daniel's face before he hid it away in his hands.

"Every time, you come up with worse pet names for me," Daniel managed, hesitantly pulling his hands away, meeting Johnny's eyes for that brief spark of electricity. "But fine, yeah. I'm ready..."

Johnny nodded, reaching over for a condom and fumbling with the Vaseline for a second. It was a fine oversight, an awkward prom night mishap, no end of the world mistake. Only Daniel did this cute little thing--stretching out his long legs up and moving his feet, rolling his toes, almost a little dance.

"What the hell are you doing, man?" Johnny asked, feeling before the words even left his mouth that this was a repeat of when he spelled out his name while riding Johnny.

"Oh, ya know," Daniel shrugged, slowly letting his legs down, face flushed. "My stretches. If I had known you wanted this ass so much, I would have done more squats."

It was ridiculous, but Johnny actually snorted with laughter. "Just shut up, would you, Larusso?" he asked, trying to keep any lingering unwanted touch of fondness from his voice.

"Hey, this mouth isn't only good for blowjobs," Daniel replied with a grin.

"You sound like a chick," Johnny insisted, hands greedily grabbing Daniel's thighs, pushing them up and apart, Daniel watching with thinly-veiled curiosity. Anticipation. Johnny's breath caught, but he was careful not to hold it as he slowly pushed inside Daniel. Johnny pushed Daniel's legs up over his shoulders as he bottomed out, letting out a breathy moan at the feeling he'd been anticipating for what felt like forever.

"Johnny," Daniel murmured, reaching up to wrap his arms around Johnny's neck, as if he needed nothing else than to bring Johnny closer. "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny..." he breathed into the crook of his neck, pulling back and gazing at him with those big brown eyes half-lidded and sparkling with lust. "F-Feels like so much, just like last--like last time..."

Johnny pried Daniel's mouth open slightly with the pad of his thumb on his bottom lip, swallowing at the feeling of Daniel wrapping his lips around the tip of Johnny's thumb and sucking gently. (Honestly, that should not have been as hot as it was. He should talk to someone.) "Don't wear my name out, Danielle," he says instead, unable to help but start moving his hips, pulling Daniel in and kiss his lips, relishing the taste of bubblegum.

Daniel let out a shameless moan, a breath between them, between kisses. "I can't help it," he murmurs, looking up at Johnny as if he hung the moon just for being one of probably many guys that would dick him down in a heartbeat. "You have this delicious effect on me, Johnny Lawrence..." he bit his lip, and Johnny could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment then and there, just looking at how breathtakingly pretty and wrecked he looked. All because of him.

Luckily, Johnny found it was pretty easy to distract himself from being overwhelmed by Daniel. At least, as he started up a quick pace, he could just focus on gripping Larusso's thighs and not how pretty his eyes were. Because that was what it was all about, right? Don't get distracted by the packaging, focus on the product.

God, he was a pig.

And if it were a girl, he wouldn't think like that, absolutely not. Yeah, thighs and tits and things on a girl were nice, but so was nice eyes and hair and a charming smile. So why was he allowed to admire those things on a chick and not Larusso?

Easy. Because they weren't here to sit in a garden lamenting. This really was all about the product, the fucking. But Johnny was grateful for the packaging on the product anyways.

Daniel reached up, one hand gripping behind Johnny's neck while the other hand tangled into his hair. He closed his eyes, and Johnny wondered if he was thinking about someone else. Johnny felt that he probably should, but no one came to mind, no celebrities or anything. Besides, the idea of Larusso thinking about someone else when he had Johnny Lawrence really pissed him off.

Johnny found himself wrapping a hand around Daniel's throat, applying just enough pressure to see his cheeks turn a pretty pink, to hear that slight struggle for breath. As if Daniel couldn't get more eager, he rolled his hips back against Johnny fervently, letting out a delicious whine; Johnny wanted to taste it right out of his mouth.

"Aw," Johnny managed a soft laugh, leaning in to murmur in Daniel's ear: "You like that, babygirl? Y-You wanna tell me you're a slut for my dick, Daniel? Go on, don't be shy--mm~"

Daniel looked entirely blissed out, in that state of mind in which he was dough in Johnny's hands, which he'd love to get him to say anything he wanted. Nothing like making a couple wet dream fantasies into a reality.

"I--I'm a slut for--for a-all of you, Johnny," Daniel breathed, bringing a hand up on top of Johnny's on his throat to prove his point. Johnny eased the pressure, barely keeping his hand there. Then he was taking Daniel's hand in his own, pressing both his hands to the mattress and keeping them pinned there.

"S-So good, Daniel, you're so good," Johnny leaned down, pressing his lips to Daniel's, keeping his hands pinned in one hand as his free hand moved down to wrap around Daniel's length. "Don't you w-wanna come and thank me for taking care of you, beautiful~?"

Daniel nodded desperately, as if he couldn't wait to be given permission. His eyes closed again, and it was all Johnny could do not to stare at his pretty lashes as he came on his stomach and Johnny's hand. Johnny cursed, body tensing as he came shortly after in the condom. (He wasn't like how Tommy was with chicks, he wasn't going to push for condom removal. But, god, if Daniel asked him to, who was he to deny coming deep inside him?)

"Thank you," Daniel said sweetly, pulling Johnny close and kissing his lips. "Thank you, Johnny, that was so good..."

Johnny kissed him for another minute or so, just because he really liked to. But there was something undeniably odd about kissing in this moment. When the orgasmic ride wore off, and they were left with a startling sense of clarity. Even so, in the clarity was the stone cold sober fact: they liked kissing each other. Johnny liked hearing Daniel thank him so sweetly, he liked kissing him as a way to say "you're welcome". And Johnny guessed that Daniel had some sappy kinks, which was why he was bringing all that sappiness to their hookups, why his kisses felt like coming home tired and relieved after a long day of work.

Sometimes, after a long day of dealing with the kids, when he could just spend a few minutes making out with Daniel behind the cabin, it really did feel like coming home to something great after a long day.

Johnny pulls out and puts the condom in his bedside trashcan; it was due to be taken out, anyway. Larusso finally lets his legs down and stretches with a groan that absolutely Does Not turn Johnny on, it doesn't. Jesus, what was he supposed to do when camp was over?

"I wish I could have a bath, a bubble bath sounds great right now. But I guess I'll settle for our state-of-the-art showers, huh?" Daniel said, standing up and stretching, grabbing his pajamas off of his bed. "And just FYI," he looked him over, his lips doing that curious quirk-to-the-side thing. The look on his face was odd, like he was expecting something. But, just like that, the look vanished and was replaced by his usual crooked grin. "That was not an invitation for round two." With that, he covered himself with his robe and went out to the shower facility.

Johnny frowned, feeling like he probably should clean up the mess, but he didn't want to get up. The entire room smelled like sex; he was sure Ali wouldn't mind if he borrowed (read: stole) a candle. Johnny thinks, strangely, that he's losing all sense of self. He wondered, if he could figure out that stupid expression on Daniel's face, if he'd like whatever unspoken words were behind them.

"I really hope the tournament humbled you, Johnny,"

The taste of room temperature beer, a bitter taste like piss on his tongue, of grains of sand everywhere.

"I never wanna see or hear from you again."

Tracks of tears, Bobby's strong arms trying to pull him up and out.

"What the hell, man?" Daniel's eyes a hard wood brown as he throws his bag onto his bed on the first day of camp.

"You have a delicious effect on me, Johnny Lawrence..."

Johnny feels his breath struggle as he buries his face in his hands. He wants to hear the words. Sweat is collecting on his forehead, sticking in his hair. One hell of a post-sex glow. He doesn't want to hear the words. He wants to keep fucking Daniel. He never wants to fuck him again.

(He thinks that he hates Daniel Larusso. Hates him enough to make him cry and scream and punch something, namely him. And that went swell the first time, didn't it?)

(Johnny thinks of how he laughs when he's with Jess, those stupidly dorky things he does during sex that make Johnny both laugh and be turned on, if that was even possible. And he's so, so confused.)

The desire, white hot and hard hitting enough to make his teeth clench, overcomes him. He thinks about holding him when he twisted his ankle, of showing the kitten to him, of him in his Cobra Kai sweatshirt. He wants, he wishes, he needs to touch Daniel outside of fucking.