Went from corny on main to horny on main. That's right, we're in the smut-zone now

Minors, respectively gtfo. I appreciate you guys reading my sfw stuff, but the idea of you reading this written porn makes me incredibly uncomfortable, so please. don't.

(for future refrence, any title with the (*) on the end is smut)

This takes place in my summer camp au I've been working on behind the scenes, so it's got a mention of Bobby/Jessica/Ali just for fun

Warnings: for all legal intents and purposes, Johnny's still 17 in this (it's the summer before his 18th birthday, the summer of '85) so it's underage for him (I know I just told the minors to get out and now I feel hypocritical--oh well, y'all know what I mean), anal sex, shower sex, blowjob mention, choking kink...I believe that is all...enjoy this,, whatever I am offering you

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"I'm gonna give it to you good, Larusso," Johnny whispers against Daniel's neck, chest against Daniel's back, pinning him to the wall of the showers as water cascaded down his back.

The perk of being in the boys' counselors cabin was that the only people to use this particular shower was Johnny, Daniel, Tommy, and Bobby. Tommy was out at the campfire—he got way too into the songs for way too long. Bobby was with his girlfriends, Jessica and Ali, and Johnny figured two girlfriends would have him distracted twice as long.

"'M gonna make you beg for what you want," Johnny continues, pulling Daniel's head back by his hair to nip at his neck, relishing the whines that came from his lips.

Even so, the bastard was stubborn. "I'm n-not gonna beg for you, Johnny," Daniel retorts, as if disgusted, but Johnny knows it's all a part of the game. Just yesterday, Daniel had sucked him off when they were alone in the cabin; Johnny knows this act will always play out in his favor.

"Oh, really?" Johnny purrs, a hand coming around to wrap around Daniel's neck. He couldn't help but smirk against Daniel's shoulder as he keened; choking him, especially with hands like Johnny's--big and strong, but with a touch of gentle control--typically made Larusso melt.

This evening, however, Daniel must have been feeling petty. He turned around, taking Johnny's hand from around his neck. He locked his eyes on Johnny, his eyes in no way innocent but in every way begging as he took Johnny's index finger into his mouth, sucking gently.

And of course, Johnny didn't have sensitive fingers or anything; what Daniel was doing shouldn't have had such a strong effect on him. But Daniel's lips were soft, his eyes compliant, the feel of his tongue making Johnny's head spin.

"Fuck," Johnny whispered, pulling his finger away in favor of kissing Daniel roughly, running his hands through Daniel's wet hair. He pulled away reluctantly, his cock sending a firm reminder of hey, buddy, get with the program, I'm dying over here.

"If you're not gonna suck me off again, don't be such a fucking cocktease," Johnny growls, thinking it perhaps a bit harsh. He was always rough with Daniel ("We're getting off," he'd said after their first time, Daniel looking around desperately to see if anyone saw them giving each other handjobs in the woods. "It's not like we're making love."), but he didn't want to be intentionally mean. They were doing each other a favor, after all.

"If I didn't ever do it again, would you be the one begging for me?" Daniel retaliates. He slides a hand up and around Johnny's neck, squeezing experimentally at his throat to limit his air flow for a split second. He's looking at him curiously, and Johnny can see why Daniel likes this so much; he thinks he sees stars for a second.

But then Johnny pulls Daniel's hand away, choosing instead to pin his wrist to the shower wall, his other hand gripping Daniel's hip. "We don't have all day, princess. Now be good and beg for what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you..."

"Please," Daniel scoffs, and Johnny's cock is signaling his brain he said please, it's good enough! while his brain signals back don't give into this cocky Jersey bastard! "You want this way way more than I do."

"Where do you get off on being such a brat?" Johnny wraps his hand around Daniel's cock, starting to stroke gently. Under his touch, Daniel shuddered slightly, his head tilting back as he looked up at Johnny with half-lidded, lust-blown eyes.

Daniel's hands are on Johnny's hips, squeezing and rubbing close but not quite touching his cock. (Whoever said "give, and you shall receive" was bullshitting, because Johnny was not getting his return on investment at the moment.) "Maybe I just like making things--mm~making you fight for me..."

"Maybe you like making things difficult," Johnny corrects, but even so, he loves the way Daniel's looking at him. If Ali wouldn't kill him for it, he'd steal her polaroid camera and take some pictures of Daniel like this to keep for himself; then again, pictures were pointless when the real thing was much better. He kisses Daniel, surprisingly gently in a way he never does, and rests his forehead against his. "Would you let me?" he asks. "Let me take care of you, please..."

And Johnny knows Daniel can't resist when he goes soft for him (not literally, of course, as in that regard he is still very much suffering). "Yeah," Daniel smiles sheepishly, arms wrapping around Johnny's neck. "Give it to me good, Lawrence. Please," he adds on for good measure, and Johnny can't help but kiss him again.

And because of earlier that morning, when Daniel had taken Johnny to a secluded hill and Johnny had ended up fingering him open right there on the ground until he came, Daniel was pretty well prepped. After some extra prep just in case, Johnny had Larusso pinned back to the wall, Johnny's chest to his back as he bottomed out inside him. 

Johnny had no idea how Daniel had claimed to not want this as much as Johnny, based on how he whined and pushed back on Johnny, rolling his hips. Daniel did this thing--Johnny wasn't even sure Daniel knew he was doing it--where he'd squeeze his thighs together, then rock back onto Johnny's length like a pattern. All Johnny knew was that it felt good, that it drove him crazy; Larusso drove him crazy in all the best ways.

"See, baby?" Johnny murmurs, hot air mixing with the steam of the shower by Daniel's ear. "Don't you see how good it feels when--mm, shit~...when you ask nicely for what you want?" And then, he's not sure why, but he knows he likes being a little shit just as much as Daniel does: "Now, say you're sorry," he instructs, and he wraps his hand around Daniel's neck once more, applying feather-light pressure, but it sends the message across.

"'m sorry," Daniel says, voice raw and hoarse and still pleading in tone. Johnny can't see his eyes closely like this, though he imagines they're glazed over, his mind too occupied with how good he feels to focus on his stubbornness.

Johnny can't help but use this to his advantage, wanting to see how far he could bend a needy and compliant Daniel. "Say that next time, you beg like a good little whore for what you want."

"N-Next time, I'll beg--I'll--J-Johnny, I think I'm gonna--Johnny--" Daniel presses his forehead against the shower wall, letting out a gasping moan as he came over his legs and onto the shower's tile floor.

Johnny couldn't think of anything coherent to say as he was right behind Daniel, gripping his hips and burying his head into Daniel's shoulder blades as he too came deep inside of Daniel. After a minute of clearing his head, of controlling his heavy breathing, he pressed a kiss to Daniel's shoulder and pulled out.

"You alright, princess?" Johnny asks, squeezing Daniel's ass as he felt entitled to that particular piece of real estate.

"What have I told you about calling me princess?" Daniel replies, and that's as close to intimacy as they get, so Johnny knows Daniel's alright.

When they get cleaned up ("The shower's cold, Lawrence." "That's what you get for dragging things out like a brat, Lawrusso."), they end up alone in the cabin still. Typically, they use the time to get off, which they've already done, so now things feel a little awkward.

They don't cuddle. They aren't like Bobby, Ali, and Jessica, snuggling up in everyone's faces and feeding each other strawberries or anything.

But even so, even as Johnny feels cozy in his pajamas and content as far as his post-orgasm mood, he still feels empty.

Larusso's in his bed, reading a book with his stupid little booklight bent over and clipped to the book's pages. His booklight and Johnny's lamp are the only things providing light to the dim room.

And Johnny thinks fuck it, strike first. Even if this isn't striking, even if it's nothing at all.

"Hey, Larusso?" Johnny says, because he doesn't call Daniel pet names outside of their--er--intimate hangouts? When Daniel looks up, Johnny feels a little rush of something; surprisingly, it's not arousal. He doesn't need or even want a round two, but he wants more of Daniel, the little Jersey punk.

"Come here," he murmurs, and Daniel complies without a word, getting on Johnny's bed with a curious look.

Johnny reaches over and turns Daniel's booklight off before pulling Daniel into his lap, wrapping his arms around Daniel's waist, burying his face in the back of the hoodie Daniel's wearing.

(Johnny's never touched Daniel like this while he still had clothes on; it's nice, his clothes smell like lavender and that peppermint gum he's started chewing once he and Johnny started going at it.)

It only lasts a moment; Johnny doesn't want Daniel thinking anything serious about it, after all.

"No need to waste your booklight battery, my lamp's good. Besides, you'll need it when you're in here early tomorrow, after my kids beat your kids' asses at capture the flag." Johnny mutters his excuse.

Daniel laughs at that, leaning against Johnny, and Johnny almost swoons like a lovestruck girl in a coming-of-age movie. "As if. Your kids are toast, Lawrence. You should know after that water balloon fight."

"Yeah," Johnny shakes his head. "Poor little Dave, man, I really feel like the blow to his self esteem is gonna give him permanent psychological damage."

"Oh, give me a break," Daniel scoffs, and Johnny can't help but laugh. In that moment, it really feels like Daniel Larusso is his boyfriend. An impossibility, and Johnny's not even sure he'd want to deal with all the complications of that. All he knows is that holding Daniel filled that emptiness sucking at his chest only a few minutes before.

(Daniel starts to read again, and Johnny asks him to catch him up to speed so he can read alongside him.

"You're reading too fast for me Larusso," Johnny protests after Daniel turns a page too quickly again. Damn him and his fast reading comprehension.

"Learn to keep up, Lawrence." Daniel fires back, and Johnny decides that distracting him with neck kisses is a far better way to spend his time, anyway.)

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So there we have it, my first smut. Uh...not the first one I've written, the first one I've posted. Y'all don't even wanna know about the clutter in my drafts, whatever it's fine

not to confess in the chat that i have a choking kink or anything (as if my works don't do that for me) but i am...thinking about johnny lawrence's hands. respectfully. 👀

if this one shot interested you, do lmk, i'm working on a summer camp fwb fic and it'll be multiple chapters, but I don't know if I'll go through with it

i need to go to bed, i act like i don't have school in the morning smh. gn loves

~mw