“You were never a problem kid to me, Tay,” Johnny whispered, stroking his back.
He felt Taylor’s eyebrows furrow against his neck, and Johnny didn’t care that he was getting hard, or that Taylor would feel it. He wanted him to feel it, because there was no running from it anymore.
“I was,” Taylor whispered, his soft lips grazing Johnny’s scent gland. “The shit I used to do, the lies I used to tell just to get out of the house. I used to piss the grown-ups off just so they’d look me in the eyes. My mum and dad never…” Taylor’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “God, they fucked me up so bad, so I did the same to them in the end.”
Johnny squeezed his eyes shut, holding Taylor tight. “You aren’t fucked up, baby, you’re?—”
“I am. I know I am, but you—” Taylor’s body tensed, a hand coming up to fist Johnny’s T-shirt. “You saw me, and you took me home… and I just… I want to forgive the kid that I was and I… I just don’t want to fuck this up, JP. Not with you. Not anymore.”
Taylor’s voice was trembling so much it didn’t even sound like him.
“I was so scared, JP. When you were on the floor, bleeding, I thought they… I thought you were going to die and I—” He let out a strangled sound, gripping Johnny’s T-shirt as tears soaked into the fabric.
Johnny shushed him, patting his back and stroking his hair. He’d only ever seen Taylor cry once—when Sam died. Even when all the shit was happening with his parents he’d just stuck out his chin and punched something instead. When they lived in Slough he used to smash the neighbours milk bottles, but now the tears were coming hot and fast, and it broke Johnny’s fucking heart.
He gripped Taylor’s hair, drawing slow circles across his scalp. “I know, baby. I know,” he whispered, hand dropping to stroke the nape of Taylor’s neck. “Tay?”
“Yeah?” Taylor sniffed, wiping his nose across Johnny’s chest.
“You said omegas feel safe.” He paused, because even saying it after everythinghurt. “Do you feel safe with me?”
Taylor brought his face up to Johnny’s, eyes shining in the dim light. “Yes.”
“And do you trust me?”
Taylor frowned. “Of course I do, JP, you’re my best friend?—”
Johnny kissed him then, because he was so fucking tired of being Taylor’s best friend.
It wasn’t the rough kiss they’d shared at Theo’s, or the ‘kiss you to shut you up’ of the drive-through. It was soft and patient, like they had all the time in the world.
Johnny couldn’t help the soft moan that left his mouth as he opened it, offering it all to Taylor. It’d always been his, his whole body, everything. Even on the nights when Johnny had sworn blind he was over his feelings, when he’d buried his cock inside another body, he’d tell himself that the ache in his chest had gone, that he’d moved on.
But then Taylor would smile or tip his head and look at Johnny in a certain way, and just like that old Judas kiss, his body would betray him, and he’d realise that his heart hadn’t moved on at all.
“Tay,” Johnny breathed against his lips. “Tay, please. I can’t wait anymore.”
Taylor whimpered into Johnny’s mouth, their tongues sliding together to muffle the sound. “Your arm,” he breathed, fisting a hand in the back of Johnny’s hair. “I don’t wanna hurt?—”
Johnny silenced his concern with the tilt of his hips, pressing their cocks together through their clothes. He bit Taylor’s earlobe as Taylor mouthed at his jaw, all hot tongue and hard teeth.
“JP,” Taylor groaned, finding Johnny’s lips again as they rocked against one another. “I just wanna look after you.”
Johnny moaned into his mouth, the tips of his fangs grazing Taylor’s lips. “So look after me, you idiot.”
“JP,” Taylor whispered again, mouth wetting Johnny’s chin as he dipped a hand down the back of his shorts. He slid hisfingers through Johnny’s crease, gripping both cheeks in one hand and crushing Johnny against him. “JP, JP, JP, J—P…” Taylor was breathing hard, Johnny’s name getting lost in a slur of tangled tongues.
“R-remember when you rutted against my knot?” Johnny whispered, sliding his knee between Taylor’s legs. He tugged at Taylor’s hair, pulling his head back and stretching the cords in his throat. “’Cause I do.” He growled against his Adam’s apple. “I remember every little sound you made. Every whimper, every moan.”
Taylor elbowed the mattress, rolling Johnny onto his back so he was hovering over him. The dying light made a silhouette of his powerful shoulders, his broad chest and thick arms. Johnny could barely see his face, but he could feel Taylor’s hot breath on his mouth.
He reached up with his good hand and traced his jaw. “I should fuck you, Taylor,” he whispered, even though he was in no position to be fucking anyone with his injuries. “I should fuck you for making me wait. I should fuck you for taking so long.” He pushed up on his good arm and buried his face in Taylor’s chest. “I should fuck you until the only sounds you make are those sweet little whimpers.”
Taylor keened low in his belly, and before Johnny could even think about peeling either of their clothes off, Taylor disappeared beneath the sheets.
“T-Tay?” he panted, trying to pull the sheet up.
Taylor growled, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Johnny’s shorts and pulling them down. He pressed his mouth to his pubic hair, saliva warming then cooling the raging inferno that was building in Johnny’s groin. His dick slapped against his belly, rock hard and leaking as Taylor pulled his shorts down all the way.
