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Terry froze when he turned and saw Johnny standing there, just as casual as ever like it hadn’t been thirty five fucking years since they’d last seen each other. How the hell had he even gotten past security and the rest of his staff without anyone alerting him that he had a visitor? Most of them hadn’t been around before to even know who John Kreese was. But he could be a real smooth talker when he wanted to be- had probably fed them some lie about being an old friend who wanted to surprise him.

That wasn’t entirely untrue. They were old friends. Correction: still were… friends, that is. They were, right? A dull ache rose up in his chest from even having to question it. For so long Johnny had been his whole world- his entire life had centered around this man. And then suddenly one day, everything had come to a screeching halt. John had just ... disappeared. He’d made it very clear he didn’t want to be found either. Terry had tried… for years, he’d tried, but his searches always came up empty.

Part of him hoped that Johnny was here because he realized he’d screwed up: walked away from the best thing that ever happened to him, but somehow he doubted that.

Terry tried his hardest to keep his voice level when it became clear Johnny was waiting for him to speak first- feeling out the terrain, trying to figure out how this little homecoming was going to go. Figures. Some things never changed.

“What do you want?”

Kreese unfolded his arms as he took a couple of bold steps forward. Terry seemed upset, which he had half expected.

“I’m not here to cause any trouble. I just want to catch up,” he explained.

Terry scoffed, remaining firmly in place. “You could’ve just picked up the phone.”

“I already tried that.” At first, there had been nothing but silence on the other end of the line- then a click. He’d taken a day to cool off because sure, he could be a real asshole sometimes. But he’d thought that… Nevermind. That wasn’t important. He was here because he had a business proposition for Terry.

“Just hear me out.”

Once Johnny started talking, his true motives for coming here became clear. Of course it was about Cobra Kai. Maybe he should’ve just been happy that there was finally a reason for John to grace him with his presence, but he was still too angry for it to amount to much. He didn’t even sit down, because he knew where this was heading and he wanted no part of it.

“I’m not interested,” Terry responded flatly.

John’s eyes narrowed. “You really expect me to believe that?”

“I’m sorry, Johnny. I’ve moved on.” He’d had a lot of time to steer his life in a different direction. He didn’t want to go back: get trapped in the same toxic cycle that never led to where he wanted it to. Yes, he missed the way things used to be. But they couldn’t really go back to that, could they? It’d never be the same. Too much had changed.

“Look I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got work to do.” His own business to run…

Please, Johnny … just let me go.

John’s frown deepened. He was being dismissed like some kind of nuisance.

It certainly hadn’t been the response he’d anticipated, but he recognized that tone. Terry’s mind was made up. He wanted him by his side. He’d wanted that for quite some time… It was strange, really. Almost like missing a limb when they were apart, but he wasn’t going to beg. He was in no position to give orders anymore, and any debts that were owed had long since been paid.

There was nothing left to do but concede.

As he rose to his feet, the corners of his mouth drew up into a faint smile. If he was disappointed, he wasn’t about to let it show. “It was good seeing you, Terry.”

It looked like Johnny was going to say something else, but he must’ve decided against it.

Once Johnny was gone, Terry’s eyes came to a tight close as he tried to convince himself that he’d made the right decision: that he wasn’t going to regret this… drive himself crazy with the ‘what if’s.’ He was just trying to protect himself, knowing how easy it’d be to fall back into old patterns like nothing had happened.

He missed Johnny… sometimes so much that it physically hurt. But there were some things that couldn’t be taken back- some damage that could never be repaired.

The real question was which regret was harder to live with: offering himself up to Johnny only to be rejected all over again or leaving things like this when there could’ve been a chance?

It didn’t take him long to reach the conclusion that not taking the risk would be the decision that haunted him the most.

Things also must’ve been pretty bad for Johnny to have come to him. He had a ridiculous amount of pride. And any resentment that Terry still harbored about the past didn’t outweigh his allegiance, despite how it may have seemed a few minutes ago.

He knew what he had to do next.

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Well, that had not gone at all like he’d expected. Guess it served him right though… believing that he could just waltz back into Terry’s life and be greeted with open arms without offering up any kind of explanation for his behavior. But what was the point in rehashing all that now? What difference would it have made? Terry had moved on. Those were his exact words. His message couldn’t have been any more clear: he’d severed the ties that bound them together decades ago.

John knew it was his fault. He’d left Terry no other choice. Still, it didn’t lessen the sting.

Once he’d gotten back to the dojo, he decided maybe a workout would help clear his head. It generally did. He needed to put things back into perspective - return his focus to making sure they were all prepared for the tournament. Cobra Kai would not lose this time. They would walk away from the tournament victorious. Johnny had chosen the wrong side. It was such a shame that he was too stubborn to realize that this was where he belonged.

He tried not to think too long and hard about what it meant that the only two people he gave a real shit about both now despised him. He wasn’t supposed to care about things like that.

John had just finished up when heard the door.

He heaved a weary sigh as he trudged back into the main room of the dojo, not really in the mood for any high school drama at the moment. Class didn’t start for another couple of hours, and frankly he’d considered canceling it so he could plot out his next steps now that he knew he was going to have to handle all this himself. It could be done, of course. It would just require more effort on his part- a bit more creativity. He hadn’t survived this long though without always having a back-up plan in reserve.

But it wasn’t a student… Terry had shown up after all, despite how vehemently he’d claimed he didn’t want any part of this and was hovering just inside the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face.

John remained silent- patiently waiting to see what the other would do.

What seemed like an eternity later, Terry removed his shoes and stepped onto the mat.

“Now we’re talking,” he said with a smirk as he picked his position and planted himself in place. It was really too soon to tell if this was a friendly visit or Terry was here for a fight. It didn’t particularly matter. He was here. That was the important thing. That meant there was still a chance he could get him to change his mind. Or maybe he already had.

Terry’s skills remained as sharp as ever, and he wasted no time demonstrating that with an impressive series of kicks and punches that would intimidate most people, but not him. He did however lean back (merely an inch) as Terry brought his fist up in front of his face so close that he was sure he could feel his breath brushing across it.

John dropped his gaze for a brief second before trailing his eyes back up to lock with Terry’s, a soft chuckle sounding from the back of his throat.

Maybe that’s what finally broke the ice because when Terry lowered his hand, he finally cracked a smile.

John felt some of the tension leave his body as he cocked his head to the side slightly.

Now what?

Terry’s fingers twitched down by his sides. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to hug Johnny or hit him. Both were potentially dangerous options.

Sensing his hesitation, John extended his hand: a truce, of sorts. They were never enemies, but they had been estranged for quite some time.

Terry wasn’t much of a hand shaker though.

He held out a few seconds longer before deciding to throw all caution to the wind as he flung his arms around Johnny and pulled him into a big bear hug.

God, this felt nice. It’d been far too long.

John returned the embrace and gave Terry an affectionate pat on the back. “Yeah, I missed you too.”

Turns out maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

“Then why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want you to see me like that.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but he knew Terry wouldn’t like his other answer.

“You know none of that matters to me.” Did Johnny really think so little of him?

“But it does to me. Look at you… you’ve done real well for yourself.”

“So what?” Terry snapped. “You think that means I don’t have time for you anymore? You’re my best friend. I thought-“

“Don’t,” John warned.

“Why not?”

“Nothing’s changed.”

This was why he hadn’t called. He didn’t want to have this conversation.

Terry wasn’t buying it though, and he wasn’t about to let Johnny off the hook that easily.

“Why do you really want me here? You don’t need me for this.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t need you.”

Damn it. It’d just slipped out.

It’s not that Terry didn’t deserve an explanation, but this was a distraction that they couldn’t afford right now: not when the stakes were so high. He’d also never been particularly good at expressing his feelings (that would require admitting he had them), and he didn’t want to strain their relationship any further. It was fragile enough already.

He had no intentions of trying to take it back. He’d meant what he said, but he needed to put some distance between them because Terry was too close- knew him too well…

John mumbled something about needing to get a few things in order before class as he started heading towards the office.

Johnny was so transparent sometimes. He couldn’t stand to show even an ounce of vulnerability- always got all bent out of shape about it because his weakness was showing. Well, Terry didn’t give a damn about any of that. He saw an opening, and he was taking it.

“Stop walking away from me,” he demanded as he blocked Johnny’s path.

John leveled him with a glare. “Yes sir.”

Terry rolled his eyes in exasperation because Johnny was using that tone with him, and he knew that meant the walls were going back up. Here he’d thought they were making progress. “Why do you have to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“So damn difficult. Johnny, it’s me. After everything we’ve been through-“

John cut him off. “You think I’ve forgotten?”

“I’m just calling it like I see it.” And as much as it pained him to admit it, Terry barely recognized the person standing in front of him anymore. Was it really that easy for him to pretend like they hadn’t been inseparable once? To treat him like one of his unruly students…

“I haven’t forgotten anything.” Frankly, it was downright insulting for Terry to even make that insinuation. Just because he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve didn’t mean he didn’t have one or that he’d suddenly come down with a case of selective amnesia. Maybe it would be easier if he could forget, but that was one of the few skills he’d never been able to master.

“Why do you really want me here?” Terry pressed.

“Because you make me feel stronger,” he finally admitted.

“Is that the only reason?”

Terry crowded in closer, tentatively placing a hand on Johnny’s bicep as he leaned forward and almost pressed their lips together. He stopped when he felt John stiffen beneath his grasp even though he didn’t attempt to break hold or move away from him.

“You regret it, don’t you? What happened between us.”

John hated how small Terry sounded right now- hated even more that he was the one making him feel that way.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. I haven’t seen or heard from you in 35 years. I woke up, and you were just gone.” He didn’t even say goodbye…. No note, no nothing. It was like Johnny had just vanished into thin air.

To be fair, he had written a letter, but he’d ripped it up.

“I know. I should’ve handled it better.”

“Did you ever think about me? While you were out there doing whatever the hell it was you were doing all this time.”

“I don’t want to fight with you.”

“We’re not fighting. I’m just asking you a question. Did you?”

Okay, so maybe he was getting a little bit angry because Johnny was still dancing around giving him a direct answer- the one Terry knew he was deliberately holding back. This wasn’t all in his head. John had been just as into it as he was that night.

But it was easier to take off afterwards: to run away from everything instead of having to figure out what it all meant. Johnny wasn’t a coward though, and it was high time that he faced the truth.

Terry was the only person on the planet who could speak to him like this and not suffer the consequences, because sure… he did have a soft spot for him. John was all too aware that this man was his greatest weakness. But one of them needed to be realistic about this. This wasn’t some fairytale. There were no real happy endings.

Why couldn’t they just go back to being what they were before? They’d had each other’s backs through everything and had some real good times along the way. When they were together, it was like they were untouchable. Nothing or no one could ever break them or even come close. Why couldn’t that be enough?

John hesitated as he carefully weighed all his options. They could continue going around in circles, or they could get this over with. Ultimately he decided that Terry was entitled to the truth.

“Of course I did,” he responded, his voice so low it was barely audible.

“Then why?”

“Because I can’t give you what you want.” To even act like it was a possibility knowing he wasn’t capable of that kind of commitment wasn’t fair to Terry.

It was ironic, because John was trying to protect him but it seemed like he just causing more damage.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Terry…”

“Because I didn’t hear you complaining back in ‘85’ when I had your cock in my mouth.”

John winced. Terry certainly wasn’t holding anything back now.

“I had an entire bottle of whiskey that night,” he replied defensively. It had been an extremely rough year.

Unbelievable. Johnny was actually trying to use that as an excuse?!

“Oh! So you were drunk, and I … what? Took advantage of you?”

“Jesus Christ, I wasn’t some sixteen year old girl. No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

Terry started to pace as he continued ranting. “And then you just expect me to drop everything and come help you out with this mess just because you snapped your fingers-“

“You’re right.”

“What?”

“You’re right,” John repeated. “It was a mistake.”

Terry eyed him suspiciously. That had been way too easy.

“Which part?”

“I don’t know.” … Mostly the showing up uninvited on Terry’s doorstep after he’d hung up on him part. He was still too fuzzy on how he felt about everything else to make any judgement calls beyond that.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start. He was beginning to wear Johnny down. There was one other way to settle this though…

Terry decided it was time for him to make a little proposition of his own.

“I’ll tell you what: let’s settle this the old fashioned way. If I win, you let me take you to lunch and you have to answer all my questions truthfully.”

“And if I win?”

“Then we stick to talking business, and I won’t bring any of this up again. What do you say, Johnny?”

Somehow John doubted that Terry would be able to completely let this go and even if he pretended to, it’d still most likely be there, nibbling away at the back of his mind like some sort of parasite. But it was fair.

“Okay. Let’s go.”
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The sparring match started off friendly. Terry still telegraphed a lot of his kicks, so they were easy enough to block. But the stakes were high and the longer they kept at it, the more John realized he’d underestimated how badly Terry wanted this win and what lengths he’d go to to obtain it.

They also weren’t as young as they used to be, which didn’t help. He’d kept up his training of course, but sometimes his body ached in places it never had before which served as a pesky reminder that he was a man in his seventies living his life like he was still in his thirties. Fortunately he’d already established that he was a superior fighter. Most people knew his reputation and didn’t dare cross him.

The rules of engagement here were a bit trickier. This wasn’t an actual fight. There was no real intent to inflict pain or put his opponent in his place. That didn’t mean he was going to go easy on Terry who clearly didn’t have any intentions of holding back on his end either, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way. There was nothing more exhilarating than squaring off against a formidable opponent, even if it was all in good sport.

They’d each gotten in a couple of decent hits, but nothing serious. They were mostly just blocking the other’s advances and following it with a counter strike.

Terry’s height worked to his advantage, but when he went to deliver some of his kicks (like this one, for instance), it left his torso completely exposed. Kreese took the hit but swiftly recovered and rammed his fist into Terry’s stomach while simultaneously sweeping his leg.

He didn’t go down all the way, but it took Terry long enough to find his bearings for John to come up behind him and pull him into a headlock.

“Looks like you lose.”

But the fight was far from over. Terry still had a few tricks up his sleeve. Johnny wasn’t even applying any real pressure.

He knocked his heel back into Johnny’s shin and swung his elbow around, jabbing him in the side of his rib cage.

John loosened his hold enough for Terry to maneuver his way out of it.

His adrenaline was pumping- his blood pounding in his ears as he threw his next punch.

There was a sickening crack beneath his knuckles as Johnny cursed loudly and stumbled back, blood pouring from each of his nostrils.

… So much for it being a friendly competition.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had his nose busted (nor would it probably be the last), but it still hurt like a motherfucker.

Terry was gracious enough to wait until his vision had cleared before stepping towards him again. He didn’t seem agitated anymore though. When he reached for him, John could clearly see the concern in his eyes.

No. Not concern: pity.

“I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to-“

Terry let his guard down. It was a sloppy move on his part, because the second he did John regained the upper hand with a roundhouse kick that disoriented him enough for him to take him out at the knees.

“You should’ve known better than to show me mercy.”

The thing is, he did know better.

When Johnny extended his hand to help him up, Terry took it. But once he got to his feet, he delivered a kick directly to the center of his chest.

John fell back onto the mat.

“I haven’t forgotten anything either,” Terry boasted.

He could’ve gotten back up, but he was starting to get blood everywhere which was making it harder to concentrate.

Clearly they could both do this all day. That didn’t mean that this was the most productive way to spend their time. If all Terry wanted was to ask a few questions, then so be it. But after that, they had work to do.

“Alright. You figure out where we’re going for lunch. I’m going to go clean up.”

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After he’d washed all the dried blood off his face, John took a look at himself in the mirror. His nose had finally stopped bleeding, but it was already starting to swell. The bruising wasn’t too bad though. He’d put some ice on it later.

Since there had been a change of plans, Kreese decided to cancel class after all. He’d just have everyone come in early tomorrow. But he didn’t feel like contacting them all individually, so he taped a sign to the outside of the door.

Terry had remained abnormally quiet while he busied himself with one task after another- a silence that continued even after he’d followed him back to his office. He was just standing there, watching him closely. John couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside that head of his. He was actually quite surprised he wasn’t reveling in his triumph.

Perhaps Terry believed he was upset with him. They’d gotten off to somewhat of a rocky start.

Even though Terry had said it was an accident (or implied as much), part of him wondered if this was some sort of payback for giving him the silent treatment all these years.

Either way, there was no reason for him to be a sore loser about this, particularly since this situation was advantageous for him as well. Now that he had Terry here, he could convince him to stay.

“You sure pack one hell of a punch.”

The corners of Terry’s mouth dipped down into a frown. “Is it broken?”

“I don’t think so.”

He was calling bullshit on that one. “Let me see.”

Terry moved closer as he knelt down in front of Johnny who was continuing to stubbornly stand by his story and swatted his hand away when he tried to reach for him.

“I said it’s fine,” John insisted, lifting his chin defiantly.

“Johnny… please.”

It still baffled him how easy it was to persuade John of something by simply asking nicely, but in a way it made sense. Johnny had always done everything the hard way - mostly because in his eyes, it was the only way. When someone contradicted that, he didn’t really know how to act.

Like now, for instance. Johnny was letting him gently prod at his nose, but he looked so damn uncomfortable it was almost comical. He didn’t like being fussed over.

“It feels broken,” Terry observed.

“What, are you a doctor now?” Maybe he shouldn’t have asked that. It was entirely plausible that Terry had gotten a medical degree during their time apart. It seemed like he’d become a successful business tycoon practically overnight.

“It’ll heal.”

Terry was still staring at him though as if he wasn’t entirely convinced that they shouldn’t be taking this a little more seriously.

“You want to kiss it and make it better?” John humorously proposed. It was just a joke, of course. But before he could even register what was happening, Terry was cradling the side of his face and planting a feather light kiss on the bridge of his nose.

When he pulled back, he slid a hand beneath the collar of Johnny’s gi, roaming it across the expanse of his chest before stilling it over his heart. It was beating so fast.

Terry’s other hand was resting on his thigh, and fuck… how had this escalated so quickly?

John swallowed thickly, trying his absolute best to ignore the heat burning in the pit of his stomach. They were not doing this again.

“I should change,” he abruptly announced.

“Not yet. Just relax... I’m not going to bite you.” Well, unless he wanted him to.

The thing about Johnny was that he had the same basic needs as everyone else. Alright, well a few of them anyway. Not as many as most people, but there had to be at least some small part of him that wanted more.

The truth (even though Johnny would never admit it) was that he was just afraid of looking like less of a man if he allowed himself to feel anything at all. If he ever dared let anyone take care of him for a change… It must’ve been such a lonely way to live.

Terry was lonely too. Even in his lavish mansion constantly surrounded by other people, it all felt so empty without Johnny. Guess he’d just never found anyone who could measure up… not from a lack of trying. He’d tried so hard to erase every part of his past that connected him to John Kreese. He was always there though- in the back of his mind, haunting his every waking hour.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe he shouldn’t have come. Or maybe this was exactly what he needed in order to sew the gaping hole in his chest back together and truly heal.

It was ridiculous, really - to still be playing these games. They’d wasted too much time already. What did they actually have to lose at this point?

He laid his head in Johnny’s lap. Maybe if he let his guard down first… maybe if he was literally practically bowing at John’s feet instead of towering over him or forcing him into having conversations he didn’t know how to handle then he would give him one more chance.

John didn’t seek it out often: companionship. He found it to be more trouble than it was worth. But it had always been different with Terry. Everything was so easy… felt so natural that it all just kind of fell into place.

Frankly, it terrified him: to have someone so hopelessly devoted to him, knowing he would most likely screw it up somehow.

Sure, he had a few more shallow concerns like his masculinity being challenged because of his ambiguous sexual orientation. But that wasn’t what was holding him back the most.

He’d tried to connect with people. Not often, but on occasion. He never got very far though- had never fully figured out what was missing or what they were lacking. Ultimately he’d just assumed that it was him. He wasn’t capable of intimacy. Hell, in most cases he wasn’t even able to reap the physical benefits of a casual hook up. Eventually he just quit trying. Why bother? But he could feel himself getting hard now.

God, he hoped Terry didn’t notice … although how could he not with his face right there, nuzzling into his crotch. Was he doing this intentionally to get a rise out of him? Because if he was, it was working.

John hesitantly reached down and began carding his fingers through Terry’s hair. He didn’t wear it down often (not that he’d seen), but it looked good like this.

“I shouldn’t have taken off like that.” There. That was somewhat of an apology, right?

Terry lifted his head.

“I just… I didn’t want to lose you.” His confession was followed by a derisive laugh, because yes, he realized how backwards that sounded. But it had made sense to him at the time.

“Come on, Johnny. You know you can’t get rid of me that easily.” Hadn’t he proven that time and time again?

John remained silent as he shifted in his seat.

“I know things didn’t turn out the way you wanted them to-“

“That’s no excuse. Look, you have every right to be angry with me.”

“I’m not.” He wasn’t angry. Maybe that’s how it seemed, but it was all just a cover. “You really hurt me, Johnny. It was supposed to be you and me against the world.”

“So you did break my nose on purpose?”

“So you do admit it’s broken?”

John smirked. Now things were starting to feel normal again. Except Terry was still crouched down in front of him …

“Get up off your knees. You don’t belong there.”

“You sure that’s what you want? Because I was kind of getting the impression that you liked me down here,” Terry teased as he returned his hand to Johnny’s thigh- this time working it further inward, drifting closer and closer….

John’s breath hitched when Terry started palming him through the pants of his gi.

He knew he should stop this. Put an end to it before things went too far. Things were already strained enough between them. They weren’t on solid ground: not yet. Terry hid it well, but there still had to be some lingering feelings of resentment. And frankly he didn’t deserve to be let off the hook this easily.

Then again maybe this was Terry’s way of getting back at him - of establishing that he was the one in control.

Either way, it stirred something in John that he hadn’t felt since that night. Guess he really was in deeper than he’d thought. No amount of time or distance had been able to eliminate the burning ache inside him.

It still felt wrong for so many reasons, but he was so tired of pretending that he didn’t need Terry. What good was his pride if it drove away the only person who mattered to him? Would it really be that bad for them to both get everything they wanted out of this?

Terry had started mouthing at him through the fabric, causing him to twitch and firm up some more as he emitted a low groan.

“Can’t blame the whiskey this time, Johnny. Do you want me to stop?” Terry peered up at him as he glided his fingers across John’s calf, hoping it didn’t earn him a knee to the face. He was in the perfect position for it. But there was a look in Johnny’s eyes… a hunger he recognized… that made that seem unlikely.

“No,” he replied truthfully. “But we should move to the back.” There’d be more room.

Terry’s heart skipped a beat as he rose to his feet, deliberately slowing his pace once he exited the office so he didn’t appear too anxious. That and his legs were a little wobbly all of a sudden.

John swung by the front door long enough to lock it before rejoining Terry who was already fumbling with his belt.

“Someone sure is eager,” he casually remarked, although on the inside he was anything but.

Maybe it was too soon to say things like that because Terry stopped after he took down his zipper and was staring at him warily. It was almost as of he was trying to figure out if this was real or just a game.

It felt like someone had plunged a knife into his chest. He didn’t want Terry to question this.

Honestly it probably wouldn’t have been a bad idea to go to lunch first and knock back a few drinks, but then Terry would always wonder if this was actually what he wanted or if they could only come together like this if his inhibitions were lowered. Not that he was a lightweight by any means…

No. This needed to happen now … exactly like this.

John crossed over to Terry and pulled him into a passionate kiss that was sloppy and wet and somewhat aggressive as he snaked a hand around his waist and tugged him closer so that their bodies were flush up against each other.

Terry moaned into his mouth when Johnny slotted his knee between his thighs and started rutting up against him. God, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

He let out a small gasp when Johnny broke away to jerk down his pants along with his underwear in one fell swoop, leaving him completely exposed from the waist down with his fully erect cock bobbing out in front of him. A shiver ran down his spine.

John wasn’t done though. He wanted Terry completely stripped down, so he started unfastening the buttons on his shirt. His hands were unusually shaky though so he struggled a bit.

“Jesus, why are there so many of them?”

Terry was just about to take pity on him and help him out when Johnny asked if the shirt was expensive.

“Not really,” he lied.

John ripped it the rest of the way open before discarding it off to the side.

It was Johnny’s turn to get naked, and Terry wasted no time removing all his garments so he could soak in the sight of him. He was still so perfect.

When Johnny curled his fingers around his dick and gave it a squeeze, he let out a strained whimper and started bucking into his fist.

He could cum just like this- with Johnny jerking him off because it felt so damn good. He was already leaking from the tip, but after several more firm strokes he stopped.

“What do you want, Terry?” John growled in his ear.

Terry’s head was spinning, his heart pounding in his chest as he blurted out his answer. “I want you to fuck me.”

He’d closed his eyes as he said it because he was afraid to see Johnny’s reaction- but then he noticed that the only sound in the room was his own breathing and quickly reopened them.

The room was empty. Terry felt sick.

His whole body started to shake as he lifted both hands to cover his face. How could he have been so fucking stupid?! Last time he’d just given Johnny a blowjob and he’d disappeared for thirty five years. Why the hell didn’t he ever learn?! How could this be happening again?

They’d been so close. And now… now he was standing here painfully hard and completely humiliated because he’d been dumb enough to believe-

Suddenly there was a strong arm around him again, pulling him back.

John splayed his fingers across Terry’s stomach- could feel the way he was trembling. “Shh, it’s okay.” He whispered. “I’m right here.”

In retrospect maybe he should’ve told Terry where he was going first. It just… honestly hasn’t occurred to him. He was accustomed to moving around freely without ever having to check in with anyone, and he was naked for Christ’s sake.

But as irrational as it was, he had a pretty good idea of what was probably running through Terry’s head right now.

John stepped in front of him and took a hold of his wrists, prying his hands away from his face before grasping on to the back of his neck. It always seemed to ground him. At least it’d worked back in their military days.

“Thought we might need this,” he explained, lifting up the bottle.

Terry blinked. Why did he have-

“Don’t ask.”

John realized it was sort of an odd thing to keep at work. Kyler had been waving it around after practice a few days ago while making a bunch of obscene remarks and vulgar gestures. He’d been prepared to get on to the boy about it because this wasn’t a dating service nor would he tolerate any form of sexual harassment in his dojo, but Nichols had handled it by socking the idiot in the face.

Good for her.

Anyway, after all the commotion this had gotten left behind.

That seemed to relax Terry a bit, because soon he was grinding up against him again and crashing their mouths together.

This was admittedly not as terrifying as he’d imagined it.

Thing is he didn’t have a whole lot of practice with this. How to proceed from here was a little less clear, but he figured this would be easier if he was behind Terry so after scraping his teeth across Terry’s bottom lip, he circled back around.

John pressed a tender kiss to the nape of Terry’s neck before sliding one coated finger between his cheeks and pushing it in slowly. It wasn’t met with quite as much resistance as he’d expected.

“You won’t need to use much of that,” Terry panted. “I prepped myself before I came.”

The cocky little shit had planned this - or at least had predicted that it was a possibility. John didn’t know whether to be angry or impressed. The balls on this one…

Terry had looped an arm around his neck, probably worried he was getting cold feet again even while he scissored him open- skipping right over two fingers and moving directly on to three to see how ready he actually was.

That was part of the reason, at least. The other part was that as much as he’d love to drag this out some more, the weight between his legs was becoming almost unbearable.

John slicked himself up and circled a generous amount of lube around Terry’s rim just to be safe before lining himself up and sinking in all the way with one hard snap of his hips.

Terry jerked a little, so he didn’t start moving just yet. Instead he allowed him some time to adjust and maybe he also wanted to make sure he wasn’t being too rough. Would Terry tell him if he was?

“You good?”

“Y-yeah. I’m - I’m good. I just…”

“What is it?” John asked.

Terry didn’t want to say it but Johnny pulled out, making it painstakingly clear that he wasn’t going to take this any further until he gave him an answer.

“Just what?”

“I want to see you.”

Oh. That … somewhat changed things. It was a reasonable request. He just wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with it.

To hell with it. If they were going to do this, they might as well go all in.

“Alright,” he agreed. “Lay down on the mat.”

It was more intimate this way- having to face each other, and he could already feel his heart beginning to race as he sunk back in- a little slower this time.

Terry hooked his heels behind Johnny’s back.

God, he’d never felt this full.

John had one hand braced against Terry’s chest for support as he started thrusting his hips, unable to prevent a guttural moan from escaping his lips. He’d never experienced anything like this - pleasure this intense. It was like his whole body was on fire.

Terry cried out when Johnny shifted his angle and hit just the right spot. “Ah! Oh God, Johnny. That… that feels so fucking amazing. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Instead John picked up the pace, pounding mercilessly into Terry’s prostrate.

”Johnny, I’m about to…” Terry breathlessly announced as he reached down to finish himself off. He wasn’t going to last much longer. All it’d take was a couple of strokes, but Johnny blocked him.

“I got you.”

Seconds later and he was spurting streaks of cum all over their chests, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as his entire body trembled.

John began slamming into Terry harder- his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt his own climax rapidly approaching. He was so close too that feeling Terry clenching down around him was enough to drive him straight over the edge.

Terry could feel Johnny’s throbbing dick spilling inside him, filling him up. There was so much of it that he could feel it dripping out of his stretched hole. Fifty year’s worth of suppressed desire… finally released.

He tugged Johnny down onto his chest and wrapped his arms around him- rubbing soothing circles into his back as he held him through the rest of his orgasm.

He never wanted to let go. That was foolish though. They couldn’t stay like this forever.

Once they both managed to catch their breaths, Terry tried to get a good read on Johnny. He looked… well, he looked completely wrecked which was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen because it was such a rare sight to behold.

“You’re not going to disappear on me again, are you?” He half-joked.

John shifted so he could rest his forehead against Terry’s. “No. I’m right where I belong … as are you.”

Terry’s heart swelled with happiness because sure, they were just words, but Johnny had spoken them with such conviction… Maybe they could really get it right this time.