My Cobra Guy

Episode Thirty-Nine

***MATURE CHAPTER***

Johnny panted as he repeatedly punched the sandbag, pummeling it as quickly as he was able. A strong arm tightened around his hips. Daniel's chest, firm beneath the soft blue gi, pressed against Johnny's back.

"I've watched you and waited long enough," Daniel said, his voice husky with desire.

Johnny relaxed in Daniel's solid, warm grip. It was only the two of them in the dojo. Plenty of time and space for whatever they liked.

"I want to make your body mine." Daniel followed his words with two sharp nips to Johnny's ear.

"Yeah..." Johnny groaned. He was so hard it hurt.

Daniel slipped his other hand to clutch Johnny's hair before bending him forward at the waist.

How long was Daniel going to take?

Johnny splayed his hands on the sandbag to support his body. He wanted out of these clothes now.

"Shaking your hips like you can't wait." Daniel squeezed his upper thigh before jerking Johnny's pants down below his ass, leaving him exposed. "I've been consuming your thoughts all these years, owning a part of you. This is the next natural step."

"Please," Johnny moaned, looking over his shoulder to where Daniel lowered his own pants.

He was just as hard as Johnny, but he was calm enough to give him a smug, hungry look that said I've got you right where I want you.

Johnny swallowed as Daniel traced his lower back possessively, sliding a finger between the cleft of his cheeks. Right, this was the way they'd have to do it. It was Johnny's first time with a man. But wait, why wasn't Johnny the one on the giving end? Daniel was going to be inside of him?

The thought had his dick twitching, a few drops of cum landing between his bare feet. He closed his eyes as Daniel's finger circled the most private place on his body and started to enter.

The alarm trilled, jolting him from his sleep. Johnny sat up panting. Where did Daniel go? Johnny's wang very much wanted him back. The dark living room spun around him. His dream self had been about to let Daniel do butt stuff to him. Butt stuff. To him.

And his dick was all about it.

No. Oh, hell no!

And, fuck, it was Sunday, the day which marked one week of living at Miyagi-Do, and the one day where there would be no students and Daniel had no work. The supposed day of relaxation terrified Johnny. The way Daniel had been looking at him lately made it difficult to control his body. Control his body? Like Dream Daniel had wanted to do?

He bowed his head and took deep breaths. He had to do something, because, at this point, embarrassing himself was inevitable. He'd probably cream his pants if Daniel touched his shoulder or something.

With grim resolve, he strode into the bathroom and locked the door. Next he ran the bath water. In case anyone else woke, he didn't need them hearing any moans or guessing what he might be doing. While he'd prefer a shower, he couldn't bring his phone with him.

He opened Daniel's social media; Daniel had probably never expected his friend request would be put to such use. He pulled up a picture of Daniel sitting poolside, a warm smile on his tanned face.

So very different from the almost predatory looks Daniel had been giving him lately. He pulled down his pants and sat in the tub, his right hand fumbling with his phone.