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He's Got a Way (Johnny Lawrence x Daniel LaRusso)

Summary: apparently it takes hours for two stuck up pricks to admit they messed up and that they love each other. then they have sex because gotta love that horny lawrusso brainrot.

Warnings: bit of angst, Johnny being a dick as always, Daniel being a petty bitch as always. they yell at each other because they love each other :( DOOMED YAOI!!!! Smut. gay sex, anal sex, no lube no protection whatsoever��, degradation, praise, spit, cum eating, slight anal fingering for like a second, johnny cumming inside this prick’s asshole. I don't know what else.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: hiiii so i literally wrote this in like… a few hours. One sitting. Huzzah! Yesss i know it’s been AGES since i wrote anything but i got sudden motivation. Perks of having an unnatural cycle, i don’t know when the hormones are gonna hit me. Also this is not the yaoi i’ve been planning for a while, that’s… well it hasn’t moved much since i last talked about it. Also let me know if this sucks and what i can do to write better. Love you guys.

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The clock read 2 am. Last time Johnny had checked, it was 1:45, but that seemed like 3 hours ago. The silence between him and the brunette just inches (yet emotionally, so many miles) away from him was deafening. Johnny hated having to lie next to his lover with his back turned. He could no longer see his pouty face, or his deep brown doe eyes, and it was killing him. Even if the expression were of pure hatred, it was better than no expression at all — it was better than just seeing a ball of dark fluffy hair that he couldn’t even bring himself to touch.

Fighting wasn’t uncommon for the two, they were so different after all, and they definitely didn’t have the best history. Their biggest piece of common ground was their temper. Johnny was hot-headed, easily set off, jealous, and aggressive. And loud about it, too. Daniel — while also easily set off — was petty, stubborn, and was basically such a master at psychological warfare that Johnny genuinely thought he could be a cult leader if he grew a couple inches and gained some weight. All in all, two minutes into knowing them and you’d immediately think they were just no good for each other, yet here they were; sharing a bed together. But in the most un-intimate way.

Johnny reached his arm over to Daniel, attempting to pull him closer by his waist. “C’mere…” He whispered. Daniel swatted his arm away, a little too quick for Johnny’s liking. “C’mon, LaRusso, this is ridiculous. Could ya just talk to me?” Daniel only scoffed at his efforts to make amends, and his terrible attempt at affection.

“Alright then, be stubborn. See if I care.” He tried to sound cool about it, like he was completely unfazed by the whole scenario. But deep down, he didn’t want Daniel to stay mad, to push him away. He loved him.

The brunette continued his unresponsiveness, too proud to speak up.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to yell at you back there, but this, this is fucking immature.” That did it. Daniel turned over suddenly, his eyes burning into Johnny’s. The look on his face; just what Johnny feared. “Immature? You wanna talk about immaturity?” He bit.

“Well, yeah, you’re being a prick. As always. Shoulda seen this coming a mile away and left you to sleep on the floor.”

“I told you I needed some space!” Daniel raised his voice.

“Yeah, well it’s been three hours!” Johnny raised his even louder.

“Make it twelve then. I’m sleepin’ on the couch since you can’t stand me that bad.”

Just before Johnny could protest or defend himself any further, Daniel had already slammed their bedroom door shut behind him.

“This is why we fight all the time!” The blond yelled. “You’re always so damn bitchy about these things!”

Obviously, Daniel gave no response.

Daniel’s words actually hurt more than he was willing to admit.

“...since you can’t stand me that bad.” replayed in his head for what felt like an eternity. Did it really seem like Johnny hated him?

—

Now the clock read 4:20 am. If Johnny wasn’t so frustrated and hurt right now, maybe he would’ve laughed at it. Maybe he would’ve laughed harder if Daniel was there with him, shoving his chest playfully and teasing about how he smokes too much pot and how it’s ‘affecting his nose for cooking.’ Maybe he would've laughed without feeling guilty that his boyfriend was in the next room instead of in his arms.

Johnny believed he hadn’t slept a wink since their fight, and he had a nagging feeling that Daniel hadn’t either, but as any boy would be, he was too proud to ask him to come back and sleep with him.

Meanwhile, Daniel was left on the couch, staring mindlessly into the ceiling and counting the roof tiles. 248. Yeah, he felt bad, but was he really in the wrong here? I mean, maybe he could be a little gentler next time, but so could Johnny! He just wanted space. Space… from his boyfriend… whom he loved so much… and missed… missed so fucking much- shit.

The door to their bedroom creaked open, the light from the inside lamp filtering into the hallway and down to the living room where the Jersey boy pretended to be asleep. Johnny knew damn well he was faking it, he looked way uglier when he was truly sleeping. Mouth gaping and drooling, snoring, he barely laid straight. And a real lover wasn’t afraid to admit that either.

Johnny swallowed what was left of his pride and walked over to the ‘sleeping’ boy, kneeling down beside the couch. His hand traced the fabric next to his hand. (they really needed to get a new couch; this one sucked. It was itchy and smelled like sulfur.) It was the closest Johnny could get to holding his hand without feeling like he was doing something wrong. “I know you’re awake.” Johnny whispered. “I’m sorry for yelling. And for not giving you space. I miss you, Danny.” The blond leaned down and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead, gaining him a slight twitch in his tanned face… his adorable tanned face. “Goodnight, babe.”

About 20 minutes later, the familiar sound of Daniel’s footsteps pitter pattered across the carpeted floor, making their way back to their shared bedroom. Johnny was obviously still awake, unable to rest until their fight was resolved. “I couldn’t sleep either.” Daniel admitted as he stood in the doorway.

Johnny smirked. “Knew it.” He pulled down the sheets to the bed, inviting him to lay down where he was meant to be hours ago.

“You’re not still mad at me?” He choked out, clearly he had cried a little during his boyfriend’s absence.

“I’m not happy, but right now, sleep is the only thing that matters to me. And neither of us are gonna get any if we keep fighting.” Daniel didn’t respond, as always. Johnny tried to be calm about it, but his shut-down nature drove him up the fucking walls. “I’ll be mad in a second if you just keep standing there looking cute.” A weak smile cracked onto Daniel’s face, even in the almost pitch black, Johnny could sense it. Like he’d feel it when they kissed, and Daniel would smirk in the middle of it.

Soon enough, the brunette had slid into bed with his lover, his back no longer turned, the bed creaking underneath him in the otherwise dead silence. Johnny wrapped his right around his waist gently, and the other under his head. He was cautious not to come across as possessive, even though he wanted to scream “Finally, you idiot.” the moment he got his hands on the boy.

“I love you.” Daniel spoke up. “A lot.” “I love you too, LaRusso.” He mumbled back. “Now shut up, it’s almost 5. I wanna have at least one hour of decent sleep.”

Their banter finally felt normal again, like they were back to teasing each other rather than tearing at each other’s throats. But even though they seemed to fight so often, both of them were glad that it didn’t ever feel normal. That the aftermath of their fights felt relieving and completely different. Eventually Daniel fell asleep in the other boy’s arms, his hands dancing through his dark curls mindlessly. Even in his sleep, Johnny’s body just knew how to take care of his boyfriend.

—

Johnny decided to let Daniel sleep a little longer after he woke up, instead stumbling down to the kitchen and turning on the stove. 10 minutes later, the oil he had put in the pan was completely burned because he spent it staring at the pantry not knowing what the fuck to do.

Daniel was usually the one who cooked. It was in his nature as an Italian to cook enough food for a family of five, but Johnny figured he should make it up to him and at least try to impress.

Gradually, the smell of mediocrely cooked bacon filled the room, the scent wafting into the room Daniel was still fast asleep in until it made his nose twitch. “Who is burning down my kitchen right now?” He thought.

“Morning, beautiful.” Johnny smirked as Daniel entered the kitchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Johnny leaned against the kitchen counter, a plastic spatula in hand, trying to look… suave… but failing miserably.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he took in the sight.

“Making my boyfriend breakfast. Is that not allowed?” “Johnny, you know how I feel about people cookin’ for me.” Daniel said as he sat down at one of the stools that Johnny had insisted on buying to make their kitchen feel like a bar.

“I know, I just figured since you always do it, maybe you’d appreciate a break…” Johnny slid a plate of… well… cooked, at least, breakfast over to Daniel across the counter, looking at him expectantly.

“Is this your way of apologising?” He asked as he sniffed the food as if he suspected it were poisoned. Perhaps Johnny was trying to murder him. However, poisoned or not, the food’d probably give him a disease anyway.

“Depends. Did it work?”

“Depends. Is it gonna taste like the last time you tried to cook?”

“Uncalled for. Quit bitchin’ and eat the damn food, LaRusso.”

Daniel rolled his eyes, partially at the frustration in Johnny’s voice when he was supposed to be doing something nice for him, and also because he always called him ‘LaRusso’. “Bossy much?”

“Only when you need to be put back in your place.”

“When’s that?!” He asked, as if it was foreign to him that he’d ever act out like the little punk he was.

“Whenever you’re being mouthy like you are now. So, all the time, basically.”

Johnny watched as the boy ate, his eyebrow raised and ready for any sort of reaction. A smile, a nose twitch, a slightly icked-out grunt, but all he got was an “It’s alright.” “Just alright?” “It’s not my Ma’s cooking.”

“That’s the criteria, huh? No ‘thank you’? I mean, damn, LaRusso, I put soul into this!”

“Did you put any seasoning in it?”

“Save it.” Johnny spat, throwing a kitchen towel right at his face playfully. “I think I deserve a bit of an apology too, y’know.”

“I’m not cookin’ for you today. You lost that privilege. Besides, you seem to be pretty confident with your culinary skills now.” “Idiot, you know that’s not what I meant.”

Daniel wrapped the towel around the back of the taller boy's neck, pulling him just centimetres away from him. “What’d you mean then, pretty boy?”

Johnny gritted his teeth trying not to blush. He hated when Daniel called him that. Not just because it turned him on immensely, but also because he was supposed to be calling Daniel that. Not the other way ‘round. And Daniel knew how riled up it made Johnny, so he constantly said it in public just to get a reaction, which usually resulted in having the attitude pounded out of him.

Johnny spun him around, forcefully — yet gently — pressing his chest against the cold, marble, counter surface, his hands roaming all over Daniel’s body. He gave his ass a firm squeeze before kissing down from his neck to his shoulders. “Don’t play dumb now.” Daniel exhaled, the tension in his body causing him to shiver at the slightest of touches, and squirm whenever Johnny’s hand got anywhere close to where he needed him the most. “So responsive, huh, baby?”

“I hate you.” Daniel managed to shakily breathe out.

“Strong words for someone who gets so hard at such a simple touch.” Johnny cooed as his hand snaked around to Daniel’s crotch, palming him through cloth. It didn’t help that all Daniel was wearing was a white tank top and boxers, after all, it was 7 in the morning.

“Johnny…” He panted. “Please…” “Use your words, LaRusso. What do you want?” “Want you to fuck me.” “God, you are a slut.” Johnny mocked, yanking Daniel up by his hair. “Being such a brat earlier, now look at you. Bent over and begging for my cock. Like a fucking slut.”

“I’m sorry, I swear, I really am! Just… please…”

“You’ll get what you ask for, baby. But don’t push ya luck.” Johnny said as he began to pull down Daniel’s boxers, as well as stripping down to his own. Johnny spat onto his fingers, teasing Daniel’s entrance with his thumb before barely pushing it in, causing Daniel to whine, a subtle cue that it was not in fact what he wanted. “So impatient. This isn’t for you, LaRusso.”

“Please, Johnny? I can’t wait any longer. Plus, I know you’re so hard it probably hurts, right?” Fuck, he was right. So right. Johnny’s erection was straining against the soft material of his boxers, and it did hurt. He wanted nothing more than to take the boy mercilessly, but teasing was half the fun wasn’t it?

“Don’t try to play games with me just ‘cause you can’t handle a little teasing.” He huffed as he pushed a finger inside his hole. “I said ‘don’t push it’.”

A shaky moan escaped Daniel’s lips as he felt a second finger enter him and scissor inside him. He gripped the edge of the counter for dear life, clenching around Johnny’s fingers.

“Always so fuckin’ tight for me. I can’t wait to feel you around my dick.”

“Then don’t wait.”

Johnny stopped his movements, considered it, and decided he was pretty damn impatient himself. He practically tore his boxers off, pressing his leaking tip against Daniel’s entrance after stroking himself a few times. “Ready, LaRusso?” Daniel rolled his eyes at the boy’s typical attempt to stall and tease as much as he could. “God, John, do you ever shut u-” Johnny cut him off before he could even finish his sentence, violently slamming his hips against the boy’s ass with fervor. Daniel hissed at the initial sting; he never quite got used to Johnny’s size. Though he wasn’t insanely above average, one could only describe Daniel as tighter than average.

“Fuck… you feel so good wrapped around me like this. So fucking tight.” Johnny set a brutal pace, his movements never ceasing or lacking in rhythm. His hands traveled under Daniel’s tank top, resting in the deep curve of his waist, soon digging his nails into the soft flesh.

Daniel’s moans of pain and pleasure with the mix of skin to skin filled the room. There were only two sounds Johnny never got sick of hearing. Van Halen, and his boyfriend’s high pitched whimpers. They fueled him so much more than any direct stimulation could, especially after he was acting like a stuck-up prick. It made breaking him all the more fun.

“Yeah, moan like the little bitch you are, Danny.” He grunted as he continued to pound into the boy, his hips snapping against his at incredible speed. It was amazing how violent he could get during sex without actually… hurting him. But, God, was his pace cruel.

Daniel hated how much he got off to his boyfriend’s degradation. It was like he almost got tired of being complimented and wanted to be treated poorly just to shake things up again.

Johnny bent down to press his chest against Daniel’s back as his hand wandered around to grip the base of his dick firmly, stroking him up and down at an equally viscous rate, his thumb caressing the slit of his tip wherever his wrist pulled up. As he leaned in closer, he planted soft kisses along his jawline and neck, a sweet, yet poisoning paradox between such gentle, intimate affection and vile, dirty acts of basically ruining Daniel’s insides.

Daniel felt the overstimulation of both his ass being practically torn apart and being jerked off take over as he shook under Johnny. “Johnny… ‘m close…” “Shhh, I know you are. I’m- fuck- almost there… just a little longer, pretty boy.” He praised with extra emphasis on the ‘pretty boy’ so that Daniel knew exactly where he belonged. Under the blond boy, simply lying there, and taking him like the pretty boy he was, because that’s what pretty boys did.

Johnny panted heavily as he chased his orgasm, though determined to make Daniel cum first. He knew he’d be able to; all the boy could do was whimper and roll his eyes back. (even though Johnny couldn’t see it.) “Baby, I’m gonna cum…” He moaned.

Johnny lifted his hand off Daniel’s waist and ran his fingers through his hair, his other hand never leaving his dick. “Go on, then. Cum all over my hand, LaRusso.”

Daniel’s walls clenched around Johnny’s cock as he finally reached his peak, spilling all over Johnny’s fist, who, not long after, released inside Daniel, filling him up with his cum.

Both the boys now heavily panting, collapsing on one another, sticking together in sweat and hormones. Johnny finally pulled out, watching the evidence of their act drip down Daniel’s skinny legs. Oh, how he’d never get tired of a sight like that. “There you go, good boy. Look at the mess you made, cumming all over my hand. Slut.” Daniel barely heard a word he said, all he understood was that beautiful, yet condescending, tone caressing his ears. Johnny wiped some of Daniel’s cum off his cock and slid his finger into his mouth, letting Daniel suck on it gently. “Atta boy. Took me so well. As always.”

Johnny helped dress Daniel again, seeing as the guy could barely stand for himself, and led him to the couch where they both sat in comfortable silence until Daniel broke it. (typical.)

“Soooo… am I forgiven now?” He smirked.

“Cook me something tonight and I’ll consider it.”

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uuuuuughhh me when the writing motivation hits and i HAVE to stay up all night til it's done otherwise i'll never finish it. hope this one was okay, for all you lawrusso lovers :)

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