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Someone Tonight: Side B
At Johnny’s house, each of the Cobras grabbed a beer from the fridge in the pool house, drinking them as they painted each others’ faces with the black and white paint. Gotta be at least a little buzzed before you touched another guy’s face for so long. Within half an hour, they were all transformed into skeletons.
Johnny went into the house to say goodbye to his mom before she left for the Halloween party at the country club. And to steal some liquor from Sid’s stash. He kept empty two-liter soda pop bottles in his room just for that purpose. He’d pour some liquor into each bottle, making sure he knew how much he took. Then, he’d pour that same amount in water back into the original liquor. So far, Sid hadn’t caught onto his scheme. Johnny was grateful that the man invested in 1.5 liter bottles of liquor-- it made it so much easier to hide his tracks. And that Sid was quick to restock his inventory too.
Johnny walked in and saw his mom and Sid about to leave. She was dressed up in a one-sleeved black puff dress with sparkly bats along the collar.
“Hey mom. Hope you have a good time at the club,” Johnny greeted, just stopping himself from kissing her cheek in time. He didn’t want to leave a black kiss mark on her face.
Laura smiled back at him. “Oh, I’m sure we will. Have fun at your dance, and try to stay out of trouble, okay?”
“God you look like a faggot with that make-up on,” Sid sneered at him, as he walked up to the pair. He was outfitted in an all black suit with an orange tie that had bats on it.
“Sid, let’s just go. We don’t want to be late for cocktails,” Laura spoke up, pulling at his arm.
Sid shook his head. “...Fine.” He made sure to give Johnny one last glare before they were out the door.
They left. Johnny stole the liquor and diluted Sid’s stash, and the Cobras were off. They piled into Johnny’s car. They made a pit stop at Tommy’s dealer before heading to the dance. Johnny held onto the weed, rolling papers, and filters for their joints later. Nobody else could roll worth a shit. Thirty minutes later, they made it to the party. Dutch took the backpack, heavy with their liberated libations.
They just stand there, hanging out and shooting the shit for a few minutes until Johnny sees Ali and Susan and some girl walk into the party. He doesn’t recognize the new girl, not at first. But as he walked up, Johnny realized that, holy shit , the new girl is totally Daniel LaRusso.
Johnny glanced at the other Cobras, but they didn't seem to notice that the cute new girl was Daniel LaRusso. Sure, they drank some before coming to the dance, but the guys couldn’t be that clueless, right?
“I didn’t know Susan had a cousin that was a girl,” Tommy said, frowning.
“What are you a Susan-expert?” Dutch joked.
Oh shit, they were that fucking clueless.
“Whatever, she’s cute,” Johnny replied back.
The other Cobras went off on their own orders of business. Dutch went to go grab his stash to spike the punch, and Tommy went with him to provide a distraction. Bobby refused to get involved with their shenanigans and went to woo a girl from his honors English class. Jimmy went to find his date.
That left Johnny here, lurking waiting for a moment to talk to “Danni” alone.
He watched him dance with Ali and Susan. LaRusso wasn’t dancing as freely as before, just swaying and looking around every once in a while like a skittish deer. The trio went to the punch table line, smiling and laughing. All of a sudden, Susan looked sick and Ali was rushing her out the gym doors.
Finally, an opportunity. LaRusso had just finished getting some punch when Johnny cut in front of the nerd behind him.
It was kinda cute how LaRusso thought his little disguise worked. His eyes were still the same-- big and brown. And the wig wasn’t much of a stretch. If he really wanted to look different, the smaller boy should’ve worn glasses and a blonde wig.
“We can talk now that your guard dogs aren’t around,” Johnny stated, shuffling to stand close to LaRusso.
“You know, I could say the same about you and your goons.”
Johnny frowned at first but then seemed to consider it. Maybe LaRusso had a point.
“.. I guess it could seem like that. But they’re my friends.” He took a sip from his cup, and was surprised at the amount it burned down his throat. Shit.
“Damn. Dutch got to it already,” Johnny said before taking a larger gulp of the blood-red punch.
“What? He spiked it?” Daniel raised the cup to his nose and sniffed, nose wrinkling near instantly at the smell. “Wow. I think you could use this to clean paint brushes”.
“Yeah,” Johnny replied before downing the rest of his cup. “Want me to drink yours for you? Don’t want you to get sick or something.”
“No, I can take care of myself,” LaRusso said before downing his cup in almost one go. The scrawny boy didn’t seem the type to drink, so Johnny couldn’t help but feel impressed.
“Bad-ass,” he said to LaRusso, nodding in approval. His heart thumped as he saw Daniel give a little smile at the praise. Huh. Dutch must’ve put a lot of rum in the punch, along with the other bottles they stole from Sid’s liquor cabinet.
“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Johnny asked before any other stupid thoughts could invade his brain. Not waiting for an answer, he tugged LaRusso onto the dancefloor. He took one of Daniel’s hands, and placed one of his hands on Daniel’s hip.
“Where are you from?” Johnny asked. He figured he should keep up appearances, act like he didn’t already know the twerp was from Jersey.
LaRusso narrowed his eyes at him, and his plump shiny pink lips pursed. “Why do you say that?”
What a little shit. “Your accent-- you’re from the East coast, right?”
“Yeah,” the other boy replied tersely. His big deer eyes darted around. As if Johnny would let him out of his sights now.
“California’s an upgrade, isn’t it?” Johnny said, aiming for cocky. LaRusso would push back for sure. The kid could never leave well enough alone.
“If you like smog.”
Johnny laughed. “Not like New Jersey is known for its fresh air either. At least it’s warm here, and you can surf here.”
“What about snow? Besides, I’m not the surfing type.” The image of this Daniel in a two-piece came to mind and shit, Johnny was not going to pop a boner. Not now.
“Maybe I could take you some time. Show you my favorite beach.” A private little golden strip of sand where they could be and do whatever they wanted.
Daniel snorted. “Maybe.”
Johnny smirked at that, but didn’t reply. They continued to talk as they danced. He was mildly surprised at how well LaRusso could dance. The other boy’s agility was obvious with those legs, but he never thought he’d ever describe him as graceful.
They kept drinking more punch, staining both their mouths red. Dani-- LaRusso was even more incapable of shutting up when he was teetering on the edge near shit-faced. But, somehow, Johnny didn’t mind it at all that much. He even found himself laughing at LaRusso’s jokes, and it was like the world had narrowed in until it was only the two of them left standing (though it seemed like a miracle they could still do that).
It was also a shocker for how well Daniel followed him, arms around his neck, letting Johnny lead and twirl him around for what felt like days.
“Careless Whisper” came on and Johnny pulled Daniel close to him, closer than they’d been to each other the entire night. They swayed slowly, and Johnny took in the warmth of Daniel pressed to him. Then something else much harder pressed against his leg, and it was a relief that he wasn’t the only one feeling something. So, when Daniel tried to pull away, Johnny’s hands clung to his hips and held the smaller boy tighter against him, letting him know just how he affected Johnny too.
Johnny stared at Daniel, until the dark haired boy looked up at him. His expression changed from fear to confusion and Johnny didn't really get what there was to be confused about. All he could really focus on was the heat of Daniel against his thigh and the plush lips opening an 'o' of surprise.
He watched as that plump mouth closed and afterwards as, holy crap, Daniel licked his lips. That shit should be illegal . Johnny bent down and pressed their lips together, hands pulling their hips just as close.
Hands dived into Johnny's hair and it took everything he had to hold back a groan. Instead, his tongue knocked on the front door that was Daniel's lips. They welcomed his tongue in and everything was hot and he could taste the spiked fruit punch with every movement. Johnny wondered if there was a world record for the world's longest kiss. Hed think this kiss would win that, ir at least the filthiest.
“Stop! Six inches Lawrence!”
Fucking Mr. Harris.
“Yeah, Johnny. Leave room for Jesus!”
Fucking Dutch.
If they stayed here any longer his dick was going to die. It'd lay in a little grave that had "Rest In Penis" carved into it.
Johnny grabbed Daniel’s wrist and hauled ass out of there, and down the hallway. The boys' bathroom on the other side of the school. Nobody else should be there, he figured. After Daniel almost tripped a couple times, Johnny slowed his roll.
Daniel tried to pull away once, but Johnny didn’t let him. He had plans for them, so he tightened the hold of his fingers around that thin wrist and kept going..
Johnny pulled him into a stall and released his wrists. Daniel stepped away and looked at him warily. Hell, it wasn't like Johnny was going to bite him… though, now that he thought about it, he totally would. Daniel would look beautiful dressed in purple and blue bruises.
He watched as Daniel rubbed his wrist. Shit, he didn’t think Daniel was that delicate. He should’ve figured that though. Afterall, he was a prima donna, and wearing a dress that could barely cover his ass if he bent over.
He tested the waters, crowding into the smaller boy’s space until he was against the bathroom wall.
“You okay there LaRusso?”
“What?” Daniel blinked at him. “You knew it was me?”
Johnny nodded. Duh . “Yeah.”
Daniel’s big brown eyes practically bulged out of his head, seeming even bigger with the mascara and eyeliner surrounding them. “The whole time!?”
Johnny couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Not exactly the best disguise. I mean, your face basically looks the same. Anyways, there’s something better we could be doing.” His hand went to trace Daniel’s hip, but he slapped it away. Johnny frowned.
“Nobody else noticed-- how did you ?”
God, wasn’t that fucking insulting!? “Maybe everybody else is an idiot.”
Daniel laughed at him, the little punk.
“Yeah right,” he said and added, “Maybe you’re just that obsessed with me. How long have you been looking for an excuse, huh?”
Motherfucker. Johnny’s fist clenched. God, but Daniel was beautiful like this even if he was laughing at him, his dark eyes focused on him, provoking him. Never leaving him to just be.
He crowded in close, and placed his hands on either side of the dark haired boy’s head. Before he could chicken out, Johnny leaned down and pressed their lips together. It was a lot harder than he meant to, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Daniel’s mouth was warm beneath his, and he could feel the lipstick smearing across both their mouths.
A moan spurred Johnny on, and a pleased thrill tingled throughout every cell in his body.
They made out for a while, before Johnny broke it off and flipped Daniel, making it so his hands were bracing the stall door.
“What the hell ?!” he heard Daniel curse. He tried to turn around, but Johnny was prepared for that and held his hands to the wall, keeping him pinned there like a butterfly.
Johnny rolled his hips and erection against him, targeting the crevice of his ass. He could feel Daniel stiffen a bit before he relaxed as Johnny kept grinding. A moan soon followed, and then that ass that had been taunting him all night was moving backwards to meet him.
Nobody could blame Johnny for feeling it up. He grabbed a cheek in each hand, testing the elasticity of the nylon. No mercy. As he ripped it apart, he heard Daniel say something but it was nothing next to the blood roaring in his ears.
He paused at the sight before him, dick harder than a diamond.
“Wow, you really committed to this, didn’t you?” Johnny managed to get out, despite his brain malfunction. He slipped a finger underneath one of the thin straps of the black string bikini panties.
"Susan said my briefs would’ve shown through.”
Johnny pushed the panties to the side. God, of course Daniel had a beautiful asshole. It twitched as the open air hit it.
Okay, Johnny knew better than to just dive in dick-first. Blood was not a turn on in this situation and he didn't want LaRusso accusing him of being bad at sex. He dug a bottle of lube out of his pants pocket and opened it, spurting a good amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together to make the lube warm, like he'd seen in the Video.
The Video was the first gay porno Johnhy had ever watched, and it'd all been an accident on his part. He was fifteen and grabbed the closest VHS near him and stuck it down the back of his pants, covering up the bulge it made above his butt with his jacket over top of it.
That night, he popped it in his VCR player and watched it. Almost immediately, Johnny knew what it was, but that didn’t stop him or his dick from showing interest in its contents. He still liked some girls, like Ali, but when it came to porn, he found himself drawn more to gay flicks, guys putting their tongues in each others asses, and one of his favorites included a scene with some creative use of the gym equipment…
Back to the present, where Daniel is asking him what he’s doing and Johnny assures him he’s just warming it up. No more preamble, he rubbed the lube in circles around Daniel’s hole before inserting one inside. It was tight, like he was trying to snap Johnny’s finger.
After Daniel bitched at him, Johnny added more lube, drizzling right onto his entrance. He bent his finger, searching for the switch that seemed to make the video guys scream. Pressing against one spot had Daniel’s whole body spasming, and a moan erupting from his mouth. And the other boy seemed to be talking out loud without even noticing it, and Johnny couldn’t stop himself from completing the spoken thought that Daniel sounded like a whore, because, holy shit, he did and Johnny’s pretty sure his cock could cut diamonds now.
A few fingers later, and Daniel seemed good for it. Of course though, the smaller boy couldn’t stop being snippy-- that’d be, like, out of character or something. He always had to try to goad Johnny some way, you know? He even tried to be nice and Daniel had to make fun of him, telling him to hurry up when all Johnny was trying to do was make sure it felt good for him.
Finally, the other boy felt ready and Johnny took his hands off so he could get out of his costume. Daniel turned around to watch him, and Johnny caught him staring at his body. Huh, so LaRusso liked his muscles? Johnny smirked at him, and Daniel rolled his eyes.
“I’ve seen better,” the brunette said.
“Sure you have.” Johnny said, as he continued to undress. He took the rest of the costume off of him until he was left in his underwear, his hard dick almost poking out the top of it.
“You could be an underwear model.”
Johnny could feel the heat rise to his face at that statement and shit, no. Daniel was the type of guy who blushed like a middle schooler, not Johnny Lawrence. He glared at Daniel grinning at him, and told him to shut up. What he did next was much more effective though. Underwear pulled off, his dick was free. He grabbed a condom from his costume’s pockets, and then he had Daniel grab the lube and slick him up. As snarky as he was, Daniel followed his instructions beautifully in the end.
Soon enough, Johnny was rolling the condom on and coating it with the lube. Daniel had his hands against the stall door again, ass sticking out towards Johnny. He wished he had a disposable camera on him so he could take a photo of it and have it forever.
Pulling the dress back up over Daniel’s hips, Johnny got to work. He quickly stretched Daniel out again, and within a minute his dick was kissing Daniel’s ass.
"Take a deep breath," Johnny advised him as he pushed. And it was a miracle, because Daniel listened to him. Somehow, he managed to restrain himself and inched in slowly instead of punching in all at once. Daniel was grunting a bit though, and that had Johnny concerned.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, though he really didn’t want to.
“Just wait a moment. Maybe put some more lube on?”
“Okay,” Johnny replied, nodding his head.
After spreading more lube around Daniel’s entrance, Johnny waited a minute before he continued pushing into him. He heard Daniel gasp, but he seemed to relax more around Johnny than before. A couple minutes later, Johnny was fully inside.
“So fucking tight. Shit, maybe I should’ve stretched you more…”
Daniel shook his head, dark hair bouncing, “No, no. Maybe if you just move, it’ll be better.”
He pulled out and pushed back in, relishing how Daniel clenched around him, all velvet. From there, Johnny started up a slow rhythm. His hands went to Daniel’s hips, and he started going faster, harder.
Johnny could tell when he hit Daniel’s prostate--that magical button that was revealed to him in The Video. But hell, those twinks had nothing on Daniel. His moans would make those guys blush, and his insides shook around Johnny, practically vibrating his dick.
He aimed for it, no mercy. Not that Daniel seemed to mind, pushing his hips back, practically begging for more. Johnny reached his hand down and barely touched the other boy’s dick when Daniel came, whole body moving forward towards the door.
Daniel’s orgasm caused his ass to clutch around Johnny. And he wasn’t far behind. A few hard thrusts, and Johnny was filling up the condom with his cum. A part of him wished he hadn’t used a condom. Then he’d see it dripping from LaRusso, like a flashing neon sign saying ‘“Johnny was here.”
Both of them fucked out and still on the tipsy side of drunk, they slumped to ground. Johnny relocated them to the wall adjacent to the toilet. He laid down first, before pulling Daniel into his lap before the other boy could think of just sitting next to him. They sat there for a bit, Daniel with his eyes closed. wall. In a few minutes, he was wearing Johnny’s headphones and leaning against his chest.
Johnny rolled a joint, and Daniel hummed to the music coming from the headphones (“Good Trouble”).
Johnny lit it and sucked on it, blowing out smoke afterwards. He saw Daniel, looking up and batting his big brown eyes at him.
“Want a puff?” Johnny offered, holding it out to him.
Daniel nodded and Johnny passed it to him. The smaller boy brought it and put it to his plush lips to take a drag, and wow that was a pretty picture. A puff of smoke in the air later, he passed it back. Johnny relished the feeling of Daniel melting bonelessly on him, the weight of his head resting on his chest. The dark hair that his hand was itching to touch, but that’d make this whole thing feel more real, so he didn’t. Instead, he clenched it at his side as he took another drag from the joint.
“I can’t believe I lost my virginity in a high school bathroom,” Daniel said.
Johnny choked, coughing on smoke.“You’re a virgin?!”
“Was. I was a virgin.” Daniel replied dryly.
His amazement was quickly overtook by smugness, and Johnny couldn’t help but smirk. He was LaRusso’s first. Not Ali, not anybody else. Him. Johnny fucking Lawrence. The level of triumph he felt nearly eclipsed his repeat first place win at the All Valley Tournament.
A jab to his ribs brought Johnny back to the present, where Daniel was shaking his head at him. Moments passed, Johnny’s butt on the verge of going numb.
"Fuck. What am I going to do about my clothes?"
Shit. "Do you have any in your locker?" Johnny asked.
Daniel shook his head. "No. I took them home to get washed."
"... I got some in mine,” he offered, to which Daniel sighed.
Johnny waited for Daniel to get off his lap before standing up, kicking his legs to get the tingling sensation out of them. He pulled everything back on and checked himself out in one of the small mirrors above the sinks. His hair looked like shit and his face paint was smeared to hell. He wetted his hands and stroked his fingers through his blond locks until he was satisfied.
As he walked to the locker room, Johnny wondered if Daniel would bolt before he returned. But, that thought didn’t last long. The other boy’s clothes were fucked (kinda literally), and he’d seen Daniel shove them into the trash himself.
Arriving at the locker room, Johnny continued to think through his inane thoughts as he shoved clothes into a drawstring bag he found in his locker.
Not unless he was going to streak across campus and all the way back to his house nearly buck naked. Personally, Johnny wouldn’t mind but he could see it’d cause trouble, public indecency and all. On second thought, nobody else deserved to see Daniel like that. Nope, so he told his mind to go back to the drawing board as he walked back to the bathroom where he left Daniel.
Johnny looked away as Daniel dressed. He had his dick in him less than an hour ago and now he was acting shy. Fuck this was awkward. The sound of something being shoved into the trashcan drew Johnny’s eyes back towards Daniel. His mouth went dry at the sight of Daniel in his sweatshirt, crossing his mid-thigh, a barest hint of red to show he was indeed wearing shorts underneath.
This time, he watched as Daniel shoved the wig and the heels in the bag, mouth tight.
The sounds of a group of people walking by the bathroom, laughing and jostling one another, bounced off the hallway and into the bathroom. The voices were recognizably the Bobby and the rest of the Cobras, and that had Johnny’s spine going rigid. He held his breath. If the guys found him here with LaRusso, they’d call him a faggot for sure. And if they told Sensei, Johnny wouldn’t even have Cobra Kai anymore. He’d be left with nothing, and he’d just be back to being a friendless loner.
Not just that, but with the way Dutch and Tommy ran their mouths, everyone would know about him and LaRusso fucking within the week. Easy. Shit, what the hell had he been thinking-- trying to live out one of those porn flicks like there’d be no consequences? All because LaRusso looked pretty and his ass was nice? He ignored the part of him that was saying Daniel himself was just nice to be around-- that he didn’t feel like he needed a spiky shell just to exist (like one of those horse chestnuts the other neighborhood kids used to throw at him before he moved to LA).
Johnny was broken out of his panic when LaRusso offered to walk home instead.
He considered it for a second, but no. That’d be super shitty, considering that even just standing there was making LaRusso wince. Johnny had enough guilt on his conscience, he didn’t need the image of LaRusso limping home in nothing but an oversized hoodie and short-shorts to the mix.
“No. I’ll give you a ride.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
The peace shattered when he heard Dutch being an idiot out in the hallway. He felt like he sobered up instantly, his stomach dropping like a stone.
Johnny must not be a complete degenerate because at least he drove LaRusso back to his apartment building.
When they arrived at South Seas apartments, Daniel got out of the car with the bag. “Bye Johnny.”
Johnny looked at him briefly and nodded before driving off into the night.
When he got back home, Sid and his mom were still out. Johnny trudged back upstairs and took a shower. He popped a couple painkillers and a glass of water before laying down in bed. This wasn't his first rodeo.
That night he tried not to think of what happened in the bathroom stall (the groans, the slick of sweat, the taste of spiked punch) or the image of Daniel in his clothes, knowing that the other boy did not have a pair of underwear to separate himself from Johnny’s shorts. And, God, if Johnny ever got those shorts back he would never be able to wear them to PE without thinking about it and he was not going to get stiff in the middle of playing goddamn lacrosse.
The best option he decided was to avoid Daniel LaRusso altogether.