Taylor’s hand flew to his cock as he fell back against the side of the bed. “Oh God, I’m bleeding. My knot is bleeding.”
Johnny’s eyes went wide as he rocked onto his knees. “Let me see.” Pushing Taylor’s hand away he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were only two small grazes on either side of his knot. He chuckled and poked the tip of his fang. “Whoops.”
Taylor’s mouth tipped open. “Whoops? What do you mean,whoops?You’ve maimed me!”
Johnny tutted, shoving Taylor’s shoulder to get him to lie on the floor. Straddling his legs, he let out a breath and examined it. “Tay, it’s really very minor.”
“Minor? If it’s so minor then why does it hurt like a bitch?”
Johnny grinned and rested an elbow on the floor next to Taylor’s head. “Want me to take you to the hospital, big guy?”
“And tell them what? That it’s sex induced?”
“Mhm. Or tell them you were trying to suck your own dick and got a bit carried away.”
Taylor’s lip twitched into a smile. “It’s not possible, I already tried.”
“Of course you have. But do you see what I mean? Terrible communication towards the end there and look what happened.”
Taylor scoffed, staring down at his cock like it was an injured puppy. “So what’re we gonna do?”
Johnny hummed, rocking back on his haunches. “I guess you’ll just have to think of me every time you take a piss. Or have a shower. Or a wank.” He grinned, which only made Taylor’s frown deepen.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
“Sadistic bastard. It’s a good job I love you.”
“Ha. Yeah, well I…” Johnny blinked. “What?”
Taylor made a show of inspecting his fingernails, his scowl morphing into a smug smile. “You heard me.”
Johnny’s chest grew tight, his heart beginning to hammer. Glancing up at the ceiling, he tried to act casual, but suddenly found himself gulping continuously, finding it difficult to look at Taylor, because if he looked he might see a lie in his eyes.
Taylor gripped his hips and gave him a little shake. “Are you having a seizure, JP?”
Johnny licked his lips. “That’s… that’s easy to say when you’ve just had your cocked sucked,” he said, voice coming out strained.
Taylor sat up. “What?” He wrapped his arms around Johnny’s chest.
“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Tay.”
When Johnny finally looked down he found Taylor’s eyes studying his face. “Wow. I’m many things, JP, but I’m not cruel. Jesus.” He shifted his legs as though trying to shake Johnny off, but Johnny just gripped his nape and looked him in the eyes.
“I know that. But things get said in the heat of the moment, don’t they?”
“Oh yeah? And whatthingsget said when someone nearly has their cock bitten off? Because it ain’t‘I love you.’”
Johnny swallowed, closing his eyes as little sparks of unadulterated joy threatened to take over his whole body. A weird tingly feeling started in his toes, tracking all the way up his legs and into the pit of his belly. Taylor must have felt it too because the smile that spread across his face was brighter than the fucking sun.
“Yeah?” Johnny said, wrapping both arms around Taylor’s neck.
Taylor pushed up, still smiling as he nuzzled against Johnny’s scent gland. “Yeah.”
They moved the mattresses onto the floor after that, reasoning that it was probably best to avoid further injury. The kids, to their credit, did stay outside for the majority of the night, only coming in to grab snacks and lemonade. Not that it mattered, because despite Johnny’s best efforts to stay awake he simply could not keep his eyes open past ten o’clock.
He found that lying in their old bedroom with Taylor’s West Ham sheets and Johnny’s Indomitable Lions posters hanging above them gave him a surreal sense of wholeness.
