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“Y’know,” Johnny started, “I’d bet most guys would rather take something up the ass than down the dick.”
Steve-o groaned and laid his head on the pillow. “I- I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Johnny flicked the metal rod, sending off a ting. “It doesn’t now?”
“Not when you’re making that face.”
“What face?” Johnny laughed.
“The You’re-In-Fucking-Trouble face.”
“I’m hurt you’re not confident in my sounding skills.”
Steve-o scoffed. He looked at the sound rod. He had seen it in some magazine. He was either drunk, high, or both, and thought it would be a great fucking idea to try it himself. He floated the idea to Johnny, who, of course, was all too happy to help. Steve-o was part grateful, as he doubted he could do it to himself, and half scared shitless.
“Look, you said it’s the smallest one they had. It’s perfect for the smallest dick I’ve ever seen.”
“Fuck off,” Steve-o groaned, absentmindedly palming his dick.
“Hands up,” Johnny said. Steve-o raised his arms and put his wrists against the headboard. There was a set of fluffy handcuffs on set that day for filming, and Johnny had decided to swipe them. Said he didn’t want to risk Steve-o jumping up and leaving, which Steve-o hated to admit was a possibility.
“Give it a tug.”
“I can’t, you tied my hands up.”
Johnny laughed. “The cuffs.”
Steve-o sighed and pulled on the cuffs. They were solid.
“Let’s see what we’re working with,” Johnny said, pulling down Steve-o’s waistband. His dick popped up, just about as part-confused and part-horny as the rest of him. He sighed again as Johnny wrapped his hand around him and started stroking.
Steve-o hummed. “Can’t we just do this the whole time?”
Johnny shrugged. “We can, but this was your idea.”
Steve-o groaned. He looked at Johnny, just wanting to take in how handsome he was. His eyes, his mohawk. The way his muscles were moving in his arm. “Can at least take your shirt off,” Steve-o said, nudging Johnny with his foot.
Johnny smiled and whipped his shirt off, showing off his pecs and abs underneath. Steve-o let himself admire the muscles.
Johnny raised his eyebrows. “See something you like?” he asked, flexing.
Steve-o scoffed and put a foot on Johnny’s chest, pushing until Johnny dramatically fell backward, deliberately falling off of the bed. Steve-o relaxed a bit. This was Johnny. Johnny wasn’t going to let him get hurt. Not unintentionally, anyway.
“Think you’re ready?” Johnny asked, sitting up.
“I fucking guess,” Steve-o mumbled.
Johnny lightly rubbed Steve-o’s inner thigh before picking the rod up. He used alcohol to disinfect it before coating it in lube.
Steve-o tried to focus more on watching Johnny’s hands than the rod itself. He took a shaky breath watching Johnny spread the lube up and down. Johnny held the rod out for Steve-o to see.
“Can, uh, can you put more?”
“Can’t, it’s already coated.”
“Don’t care.”
Johnny laughed and put an oily hand on Steve-o’s thigh. “It’s enough. I promise.”
Steve-o’s stomach flipped hearing that voice. Johnny’s I’m in control voice. Soft enough it wasn’t scary while strong enough Steve-o had no choice but to believe him.
“It’s not gonna hurt?”
“It’s not gonna hurt,” Johnny said, “It’s gonna feel good. Lot of guys do it, apparently.”
“No one we know.”
Johnny snorted. “No one we know would tell us if they were. Would probably make them electrocute it for a movie.”
Steve-o flinched at the words.
Johnny smirked. “Now that I mention it-“
“No!”
“It’d be good for the movie!”
“It wouldn’t be good for my dick!”
“Nothing we do is good for our dicks!”
“Just fucking stick it in!”
Johnny broke into laughter as Steve-o groaned. It was fine. It was a hobby. Lots of guys did it.
Johnny looked at Steve-o, suddenly a bit more serious. He leaned forward, putting a hand on Steve-o’s side. “Hey, look at me. You’re fine. I won’t fuck around with something like this. It’ll be slow and gentle. It won’t hurt. I’ll take care of you, baby.”
Steve-o exhaled. Fuck, Johnny was the best thing in his life. He nodded.
Johnny slid his hand down Steve-o’s side to his dick. He gave a few more tugs before lining up the rod.
Steve-o squirmed. What was he supposed to do? Look? Not look?
“Stop moving so much,” Johnny said. Steve-o whined as he stilled. He closed his eyes. Johnny thumbed his tip a few times. “Ready?”
“I fucking guess,” Steve-o mumbled, turning his head to the side.
Steve-o tried to be brave. He took a deep breath until-
“Hey! Hey! Woah, dude, wait a second- Hold on,” Steve-o rambled the moment he felt the rod.
“Dude, it barely went in!”
“I still fucking felt it!”
Johnny scoffed. “You didn’t feel shit.”
Steve-o groaned. “It’s not- It’s not fucking easy. It’s weird.”
“You have the easy part! You just lie there!”
Steve-o continued groaning as he tried to hide his face in his arms. He felt Johnny put a hand on his stomach that slid up to his chest. Johnny pressed around his shoulders to move his arms out of the way, revealing his face. Steve-o looked up at Johnny as Johnny leaned in close, his face just a few inches away.
Johnny dragged the loop end of the rod gently across Steve-o’s chest before flattening his palm, putting pressure on the center of his chest. “Steve-o,” he started, voice a bit deeper than before, “I need you to stay still for me, baby. You have the easy job. All you need to do is lie back and feel good, alright? I’ll worry about everything else. I’m taking care of you.”
Steve-o nearly went cross-eyed at the words with Johnny so close. He exhaled and nodded, feeling a new relaxation taking over his body. Johnny rubbed his chest before sitting back up and taking hold of Steve-o’s dick.
Steve-o fought the anxiety building up. This was Johnny. This was Johnny.
“I’m going to start,” Johnny announced. “You don’t have to look. It won’t hurt.”
Steve-o nodded. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He inhaled through his teeth as he felt the rod enter. He turned his head to the side, holding back a whine at the unfamiliar feeling.
“Focus on my voice,” Johnny said. “Just focus on what I’m saying. You’re doing so good. It’s in there. You’re being good for me.”
Steve-o let himself focus on the sound of Johnny’s voice rather than the sensation. He focused on how it was slightly deeper than usual. On how there was a slight husk. Though his eyes were closed, he could almost see Johnny’s muscular body bent over him, his boxer waistband showing above his jeans.
“We’re almost there. You calmed down. We’re almost there.”
Steve-o sighed, then winced. As Johnny had promised, it didn’t hurt. Well, just a tiny bit from something being stretched that had never been stretched before, but there wasn’t the searing, stabbing pain Steve-o had been scared of. Just… strange.
“Done.”
Steve-o inhaled as he opened his eyes. There Johnny was next to him, looking at his dick before his face.
“You’re not freaking out,” Johnny observed.
Steve-o barked out a laugh. “Not much I can do now.”
“What does it feel like?”
Steve-o hummed. “Like someone put a stick in my penis.”
Johnny snorted. “But it feels alright?” he asked, putting a hand on Steve-o’s thigh.
Steve-o hummed and nodded. “It’s- It’s fucking- I don’t know. It doesn’t hurt. It feels-“ He wriggled his hips. “Fuck!” he shouted with a grin. “Ah, fuck, I can feel it! It feels weird!” he giggled.
For a few moments, they were quiet, with Steve-o gently moving around and Johnny rubbing his inner thigh.
Steve-o shifted his shoulders. “Can I have my arms back?”
Johnny smirked. “In a moment.”
Steve-o raised an eyebrow. Johnny leaned down and licked a stripe up his dick, forcing an indignant moan out of him. “Hey, fu-“
Johnny licked again and didn’t stop, holding Steve-o’s dick to lick as much as he could.
Steve-o groaned as his entire body jerked. Christ, it felt amazing. The rod just added some pressure he’d never felt before, only adding to the sensation.
Steve-o looked down and saw the rod sticking halfway out. Johnny noticed too. Staring straight up at Steve-o, Johnny slowly pushed the rod back in. Steve-o felt hypnotized, only able to stare and moan.
Suddenly Johnny was on top of him, kissing him as Johnny ground his dick into his leg. Steve-o gasped feeling Johnny’s chest against his. “Fucking get naked already,” Steve-o mumbled, pulling on the cuffs as if he could free himself.
Johnny rolled off and immediately fumbled with his belt buckle. Soon that was off, then his pants, then his underwear. He rolled again, keeping one hand firm on Steve-o’s chest as he resumed humping.
“You don’t have to piss, do ya?” Johnny asked with a laugh, sliding his hand down to Steve-o’s stomach and applying pressure.
“Fucking hell, no,” Steve-o answered as he wriggled. Johnny’s hand traveled lower and wrapped around Steve-o’s dick. Steve-o leaned his head back and whined as Johnny slowly started stroking.
Johnny’s dick was already hard and leaking on Steve-o’s thigh. Steve-o moved his thigh a bit closer, punching a groan from Johnny. Johnny moved up, burying his face in Steve-o’s neck and nibbling.
Fuck, that was doing it for Steve-o. He was powerless to do anything about it. With Johnny’s heavy body on his, his warm hand, his hot breath-
“Fuck- Take it out. I’m gonna cum,” Steve-o gasped.
Johnny looked down and carefully, yet speedily, pulled the rod out. He immediately lined his own dick up with Steve-o’s and took both in his hand.
Steve-o half-wrapped his legs around Johnny’s body as he yanked on the cuffs. Johnny bit his neck, and it was over. Shudders wracked Steve-o’s body as he came with a yell, bucking into Johnny’s hand. His biceps strained in his arms as the cuffs held tight. A few moments later, Johnny was moaning in Steve-o’s neck as he came too.
They both laid there, silent except for heavy breathing. Steve-o looked at the mess. The half-lubed rod sitting on the sheets. Both his and Johnny’s mess on his stomach. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, able to feel Johnny’s breath on his neck.
“Welcome to Jackass,” Johnny murmured.
Steve-o broke into laughter. “Shut the fuck up,” he said, turning his body so Johnny fell off.
Johnny laughed. “How do you feel?”
Steve-o sighed and let his body go limp. “Pretty fucking good.”
Johnny put his hand on Steve-o’s chest. “Told you.”
Steve-o stared at Johnny. His face was pink, along with his chest. His gaze traveled lower to his abs, then his v-line, then his limp dick. Finally, back up to his face. Steve-o tilted his head forward, knowing Johnny would understand.
Johnny leaned forward and kissed him, his hand sliding up to Steve-o’s neck.
“Can I have my arms back?” Steve-o murmured.
Johnny laughed. “You can.”
Johnny unlocked the cuffs. Steve-o brought his arms down, feeling the ache.
“The best part,” Johnny started while holding up the cuffs, “is I’m gonna bring these to set tomorrow, and no one is gonna know they’re used.”
Steve-o wrinkled his nose as he laughed. “Gross.”
Johnny stilled. He raised an eyebrow. “You think we’re the first to use these?”
Steve-o furrowed his eyebrows. “Whaddaya mean?”
Johnny shrugged. “I got them from the set. No telling what, say, Preston and Wee Man have done with them.”
Steve-o groaned and turned on his side. “Don’t say that! Oh god!”
Johnny laughed as he started hitting Steve-o with the cuffs. Steve-o yelled until he managed to grab the cuffs and throw them at the wall.
“I’m never getting hard again,” Steve-o mumbled.
Johnny straddled Steve-o, managing to pin his arms by his head. “I can fix that.”