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Thanks to Naomi, he doesn't have to go grocery shopping after training, but he did forget to buy one crucial thing.
Which is why he's standing in the aisles of a pet shop, staring at the rows and rows of colorful dog collars of varying sizes.
Does Johnny have a favorite color? Surely it must be baby blue, he thinks, recalling the color of the matte nail polish he sometimes sees the man sporting. His water bottle is black and it has that sticker of the yellow dog on it, but maybe he just likes that mascot.
He hears footsteps behind him and turns. A young brunette woman wearing an employee uniform stops a few feet from him, smiling politely.
"Are you having trouble looking for something?" she asks.
Snake glances back at the rows of collars. "I'm not sure what size to get," he admits. The color is secondary to making sure it fits first.
"How big is your dog?" she asks, scanning over the rows herself.
"Uh... big," he answers, wanting to stay vague.
"What breed is it?"
There's a long pause and at his silence, she looks up at him in askance.
"It's not a dog," Snake says finally. He shoves his hands in his pockets, feeling vaguely awkward now about the whole affair.
The employee's brow furrows in confusion for a moment before realization dawns on her face. Her cheeks turn pink and she coughs, fidgeting.
"Oh. I see, uh... you should go to an adult store then," she says in a quiet voice, just loud enough for him to hear. "These would be uncomfortable for a person to wear even if it did fit."
Snake bites the inside of his cheek. That would've been smart. "Right. I should've thought of that. Thanks for your help."
She nods and backs up, letting him slip past her to exit the store.
The collar is spiked and only comes in black at the adult store, but Snake is satisfied with how it feels beneath his fingertips.
The leash though, he manages to get in a pale blue.
As the paperwork and plans told him, some new staff start filtering in to bring some life back to other parts of the base. The mess hall is reopened and the armory is restocked and reorganized. A few days later, some medical staff arrive and start setting up the medbay. There are even therapists available. The mental health struggle after the collapse of the System has certainly rattled the government into trying to take better care of their troops.
Most of the process has already been streamlined, so there's not much Snake himself needs to do other than oversee some administrative affairs. It still eats up a good portion of his time though, which means he and Johnny haven't been seeing each other in a little over a week.
Johnny seems to understand he's busy though and at the end of the practice, he still shoots Snake a shy smile and wave before he leaves.
He's biting his nails less, Snake noticed. It took him awhile before he realized that Johnny was painting them to try and prevent his bad habit of biting at his nails and the skin around them. It doesn't seem to be a nervous tic so much as just something he does absently when he's distracted. Johnny has gotten more confident after months of training, he thinks.
"Sir?"
Snake turns from where he's been staring at the door Johnny just left from to the young man by his side. He gives an apologetic smile as he holds up another clipboard of paperwork.
Truthfully, Snake barely spends most of the money he gets from his paycheck. Even without dipping into his secret funds, he has more money than he knows what to do with. Still, he starts wondering if he should spend some money on himself.
He technically already has everything he needs at home. He could do with a few upgrades though. He doesn't have that many clothes to begin with, but he does have to concede it's starting to get annoying how long his washer and dryer take to get anything done. He usually runs the dryer overnight because it takes so long, but his clothes are often wrinkled when he takes them out in the morning.
(Johnny's clothes were wrinkled too the next morning, but the man hadn't complained at all.)
So he buys a new set and, well... the new units are a lot quieter too, which is nice.
For the rest though, he brings home battered electronics and appliances and sets about fixing them. It gives him something to do with his hands. Despite their awkward conversation in the car about Johnny, Naomi doesn't seem mad at him. She gave him something to do last she came to visit— he glances at the box on the table, at the gaudy art on the lid. She said it was a model kit to build replicas of mechas and robots. Wryly, she said she thought it'd be in poor taste to get him a metal gear one so she didn't.
She keeps nagging him to pick up new hobbies after all. He's not opposed to trying the model kit she bought, but she's probably right he should find some stuff himself that interests him.
He's always enjoyed guns, but he's not allowed to keep any per his agreement with the government. He likes camping, but he's expected to always be accessible so that won't work either.
His gaze flicks over to the stack of advertisement magazines that showed up on his doorstep. One of them is from a local dealership and features a new motorcycle model on the cover.
Well. There's an idea.
He arrives at the base on his new motorcycle a few days later at the same time as Meryl and Johnny.
"Good morning, Boss," Johnny greets as he shuts the passenger door to Meryl's car. "You got a new motorcycle? It looks so cool...."
Meryl looks unimpressed as she slings her bag over her shoulder, but she doesn't say anything. She gives him a curt nod before heading towards the door.
"Where's your car?"
"Oh, um, it's being fixed up right now." Johnny replies as he adjusts the bag strap on his shoulder. "Meryl's giving me a ride for the next few days."
"I see," he says.
It'd be a convenient excuse to offer Johnny a ride home tonight, generously taking the burden off of Meryl. But he doesn't have an extra helmet on him, so he doesn't say anything.
Snake doesn't have any particular complaints about the new staff. They're all competent, hardworking people.
Except for the mess hall cooks.
He doesn't know where the government dredged them up from, but the slop they serve barely looks edible. And Snake has eaten plenty of questionable things before.
And Johnny goes to the bathroom a lot— something Snake has noticed from day one— but after eating lunch in the mess hall, he excuses himself even more often for the rest of the day. He always looks faintly queasy and clutches at his stomach before running off. It's probably the fifth time already since lunch.
"Snake?" Campbell sounds surprised when he calls him over Codec.
"About the staff you sent over," he starts, glancing in the directions of the bathrooms where Johnny has yet to return. "Mess hall cooks leave something to be desired."
"And here I thought you had an iron stomach," Campbell teases.
"I do, but that doesn't mean I enjoy my food tasting like cardboard," Snake replies with a snort. "More importantly, it's making some of my soldiers sick."
Campbell sighs. "I hate to tell you, Boss, but beggars can't be choosers right now. The government's rigorous background checking process means it takes ages to process people, let alone finally clear them to be staff."
He offers a sympathetic smile over the Codec call.
"I'll bring it up to the higher ups, but don't expect any changes soon."
Johnny reemerges from the bathrooms with a still faintly sick look on his face.
"See to it that you do," Snake says.
Snake buys a second motorcycle helmet. It's an understated matte black with baby blue accents.
Finally, some new soldiers arrive.
It's a dozen new faces, mostly men, a few women. Snake was given their files the morning of and a quick skim-through shows that they're already seasoned and experienced. But Rat Patrol (minus Johnny) was too, and he still found their reflexes lacking due to overreliance on nanos.
They seem curious, their eyes lingering on him when he enters the room, even as they stand at attention. He wonders what it must be like for them— he's supposed to be dead, but here he is, a living legend in the flesh.
Maybe it's ironic that The Boss was a hero too and then falsely accused as a traitor, while Snake truly was a traitor when he created Outer Heaven behind their backs.
"We'll start with introductions," Snake says, folding his arms across his chest. "Tell me about yourself and your history. No embellishing. And then tell me what you think about nuclear deterrence."
The recruits seem surprised by his last request, but they all answer him. He doesn't know if he's disappointed or relieved that despite the varying views they have on nuclear deterrence, they're all proponents of the idea behind it.
"I think we shouldn't need nukes," Johnny had said. "Isn't the thought depressing? That people have so little faith in humanity that we think we have to threaten each other with mutual annihilation for there to be peace?"
"In the 21st century," She had said, "everyone will be able to see that we are all just inhabitants of a little celestial body called Earth."
"For what reason do you fight then?" Snake asks. "Be honest."
Some of them are frank enough to admit it's for money, others for duty and to serve the United States. This batch of soldiers were all from different branches of the military— the Marines, the Air Force, the Navy— but he knows future groups will include soldiers from PMCs.
The Boss had been a loyal soldier through and through. And there had been no reward for her.
There had been no reward for David either. He had been pulled out of retirement repeatedly, only to be cast aside and labeled a traitor when the Tanker Incident smear campaign happened.
And David kept fighting anyway. For the future.
He remembers why he'd been so disillusioned as to create Outer Heaven in the first place. Soldiers were tools to be used and then discarded, always at the mercy of politics and politicians. He thought She meant the lines between soldiers should be erased, so that soldiers could choose their loyalties instead of serving any one nation.
And he'd been so foolish to think that.
The only reason She's ever fought was for a future. For everyone.
Snake's eye trails over to where Rat Patrol are standing at attention on the sidelines.
Johnny is chewing absently at the corner of his thumb, his gaze on the sunlight and birds outside the window.
When he demonstrates proper CQC stances and techniques, he gets the same incredulous look from the new soldiers. He'd been told that his files were declassified awhile back, which brought back an interest in teaching soldiers CQC. However, many of them haven't been taught properly.
Snake recalls when he first trained Rat Patrol on their stances and how to hold weapons, and Meryl had scoffed at him.
(Later, he heard that Johnny had accidentally coined the term "kitty paws stance" as a lighthearted joke.)
"You hold your weapons like this because it prevents strain. Your wrists are kept loose rather than tense, and it allows you to react quickly to whatever the situation calls for."
"If you need to aim at a target further than a few paces from you, you can brace your arm underneath your dominant firing hand. If you need to aim in a more close quarters situation, you can bring your arm up and above your gun arm to guard your chest and neck more easily."
"Some of you have been trained to point your guns down or up while advancing, the purpose of which is to keep your profile slim while moving so that you're less likely to be seen or caught. However, if you hold both weapons like this in front of your chest, you can still maintain a slim profile and do not have to move as far to aim when it's needed."
As he explains, he can see understanding beginning to cross their features. The standard CQC stance is unconventional, but it's something he and The Boss honed for years to perfection— the optimal balance between offense and defense.
It'll be interesting to see how these new recruits fare.
Only four of the dozen throw up by the end of the day. Not bad.
Snake sighs and sets down the model kit pieces. He's been working on it for most of the evening and the model is coming together well, with the top half of the body done. He has to concede to Naomi it is an oddly relaxing hobby. She sent him a website where he can order more if any pique his interest.
He puts everything back into the cardboard box and gets up from his seat. He can feel his cock half-hard and twitching in his sleep pants, even after he's studiously been trying to ignore it.
He doesn't remember his libido ever being so prominent before. He is admittedly restless after not having seen Johnny in a full two weeks now due to scheduling conflicts. More soldiers are going to start coming in now each week, but thankfully, most of the paperwork is already handled. He should finally have some free time to see Johnny again.
Snake does his nighttime routine quickly and sighs when he finally lays down in bed. His cock is still half-hard and he figures if he's been ignoring it for this long and it's not going away, he might as well take care of it.
He pumps some of the cum lube onto his palm as he shoves his sleep pants down, freeing his cock. Snake groans when he closes his slick hand around himself and squeezes. It doesn't take that long to work himself to full hardness. He rubs a thumb over the cockhead as he closes his eye, his mind immediately wandering to thoughts of Johnny.
It's easy for him to recall their last time together, the way Johnny's heavy cock had felt in his mouth, the way his hole had fluttered and clenched around his fingers as he moaned for him. He thinks of Johnny kneeling next, imagines curling his fingers beneath Johnny's chin. He'd lift his head up to look at him, a thumb stroking along the scruff of his jaw. Johnny would blink up at him, sweet and eager to please. He'd ask in a low murmur for what Snake would ask of him and he'd open his mouth to accept Snake's cock eagerly.
Snake groans, stroking himself faster, twisting his wrist under his cockhead. Johnny, for his shyness, loves to meet Snake's gaze whenever he services him; always half-lidded eyes and soft moans as he bobs his mouth on Snake's cock. He can only ever take him shallowly, but his hand and his enthusiasm more than make up for it. Snake always enjoys the way Johnny works his hand tight and fast on his cock as he sucks him down. When Snake gets close, Johnny obediently stays still and lets him use him, lets Snake fuck into his mouth and grind over his soft tongue.
Snake shudders, rubbing his thumb over his slit. He's been leaking steadily this entire time, already achingly close. He closes his eye, thinks again about how good Johnny always looks after Snake is done fucking his mouth. His cheeks are always flushed, his lips red and spit-slick and swollen, his eyes dazed, and his expression fucked out just from being used. And when Snake gives him permission, he would fumble his thick, heavy cock out, stroking just a few times before he'd whimper and come.
The imagery of it is enough and Snake moans as he finishes, spilling cum over his fingers. He sighs and relaxes back into the pillows, pleasure still curling warm and pleasant throughout his body.
Snake curls an arm around the waist of the warm body next to him, grinning when the man huffs.
"Your hand is cold," Kaz complains, but Snake can hear the amusement in his voice. He turns his head to look at him, smiling.
"Kaz," Snake murmurs, pressing closer to nuzzle a kiss against his shoulder. "I'm glad you gave me another chance."
Kaz chuckles, sitting up to give him a quizzical look. "After what? Accidentally setting the kitchen on fire last week when you were trying to make me breakfast?" He doesn't let Snake answer, leaning down to give him a quick, chaste kiss. "Alright, that's enough dawdling in bed for us both."
He throws his legs over the side of the bed and smiles over his shoulder back at him.
"C'mon, Venom."
Snake awakes with a start, heart pounding in his chest. He's left staring at the cream-colored popcorn ceiling of his bedroom as the sense memory of Kaz in his dreams fades.
He's in a foul mood the rest of the day, and he's sure everyone can tell. Everyone is quick to follow orders and not ask questions. His gaze lingers on Johnny, who is the only one who seemingly isn't intimidated by his sour mood. In fact, he even seems concerned.
At the break, Johnny hesitantly comes up to him, offering a smile.
"Hi, Boss."
Snake doesn't know what comes over him. He looks at Johnny and doesn't see him— he sees Kaz instead. The memory of his dream comes back to him vividly, Kaz laughing as he kissed him only to call him Venom at the end. Would Johnny pick Venom over him if he had the choice? Maybe he's already settling, because Snake recalls when the others joked about Johnny being into David.
"Johnny, if you have time to try and make small talk, you have time to work on your CQC. God knows you need to considering how far you're still lagging behind even the new recruits," he snaps before Johnny can talk.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he regrets it, but the damage is already done. Johnny flinches, expression falling, his smile turning self-deprecating.
"Sorry, you're right, Boss," he says easily and turns to pace away.
He can spy Meryl giving him a nasty look from the corner of his eye and he's surprised she doesn't come over right away to give him a piece of her mind. He doesn't know why he said it— he knows Johnny works hard. Where he does admittedly fall behind the others on CQC, he excels at sharpshooting and technical skill with traps and hacking. Without men like Johnny, missions that require sniping support or booby traps to hold a position would fail. It's too late to take it back, but he regrets that the others in the room clearly heard him belittle Johnny's efforts.
The rest of the day, Johnny avoids his gaze and keeps his head down. He throws himself even harder into practice. He's trying too hard though, and it circles around to overexertion and making sloppy mistakes. Snake doesn't say anything about it though, but he can tell that the other soldiers have noticed.
Each Rat Patrol member is supposed to lead a specialized squad; he shouldn't have denigrated Johnny in front of his potential new squad members. He changes the schedule to arrange for sniping training instead for the rest of the week— that will allow the others to see where Johnny shines.
After practice ends, normally Johnny mills about for a bit with Jonathan and Ed and then waves goodbye to Snake if he isn't busy. Today, he heads straight to the locker rooms without a word or glance at anyone. Snake lingers for awhile, not wanting to be too obvious about following after Johnny, before going to the locker rooms. Hopefully, he'll catch him as he comes out since he was one of the first ones in.
Sure enough, Johnny emerges before anyone else does and he startles at the sight of him. His hair is still damp, slicked back and out of his face, a small towel around his neck and his bag slung over his shoulder.
"Johnny. About earlier—"
"It's okay, Boss," he says, not looking at him. "Meryl's waiting for me and I have an errand to run so... see you tomorrow."
Johnny grips the strap of his bag tighter to duck past him and leave.
Snake flips through the dusty cassette tapes in the box in the dim light of his living room.
He had bought the box blind online from some local seller, and is pleased to find a decent collection of music inside as promised. The seller had been a young college age girl, chipped black nails, smudged eyeliner under tired eyes, with short, messy brown hair tied in a loose bun. There was a cacophony of noise in the house, audible behind the door she left cracked open behind her. It sounded like a crying younger sibling and a mother yelling. He pressed an extra hundred dollar bill into her hand alongside his payment and she had blinked at him, surprised.
"Thanks," she uttered after a moment, clearly grateful. "You sure?"
"Yeah." He had hefted the cardboard box under his arm and offered a half-smile. "Have a good one, kid."
There's cassettes in here from bands that Johnny mentioned his dad had listened to. He remembers when Johnny had said he'd give Snake his old collection, something that they hadn't talked about since due to their schedules.
Snake waits by the entrance early in the morning. He smokes his cigar absently as he watches clouds overhead. Meryl, Jonathan, and Ed all arrive before Johnny does. Meryl glares at him and slams her shoulder into him roughly as she passes by. He supposes he deserved that.
A few more of the new soldiers show up too. Johnny normally arrives much earlier. As it gets closer to 06:00, Snake wonders if he will show at all.
But he does, just five minutes before practice starts. He falters when he gets out of his car and sees Snake waiting for him, but he jogs up and stops in front of him. Johnny gives a stilted, awkward smile.
"Hi."
"Johnny," Snake says, and his voice comes out softer than he expects.
Johnny's own expression softens at his tone. "Yes, Boss?"
"What I said yesterday was undeserved. I was... I was in a foul mood," Snake admits.
He crushes his cigar on the wall and tosses it in the bin nearby. He closes his eye, chasing the sense memory of Kaz's lips on his away. He opens his eye again to look at Johnny.
"But that's no excuse for taking it out on you."
"It's, um, okay," Johnny laughs self-deprecatingly, looking away. "I really am the weakest link in Rat Patrol so..."
"Far from it," Snake disagrees, shaking his head. "It takes a lot of mental fortitude to be a soldier. And you've done that for years, going toe to toe with nano-enhanced soldiers."
He bites his tongue.
"The truth is... you remind me of someone. From my past. In the end, I wasn't able to make amends with him. It doesn't matter. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on you."
"Oh," Johnny says. And then, "And you cared for him?"
"Yes," Snake says, and it tastes a little bit like absolution, "I did."
They start their regular morning CQC drills for two hours while the staff prep the firing range for the sniping training.
The good thing is the firing range here was already well-outfitted. Though it doesn't use holograms like the more modern bases do, it has a complex rail system for popping up targets all over the range. Everything just needed some dusting off and grease to get running again. Even the software the rail system runs on apparently worked without much fussing from the techs and engineers.
The soldiers file into the firing range after him and stand at attention for his instructions.
"We're going to practice sniping on fast moving targets," Snake says, gesturing behind him with a thumb. "I've asked the techs to set it on the highest difficulty. I don't expect you to hit every target— but I encourage you to think of it as a competition."
He knows Johnny will get nervous going first.
"Ed," Snake nods towards him. "You and Johnny are our sniping experts. Why don't you have a go first and then we'll get Johnny up next."
Ed salutes and gets into position with the sniper rifle left at the counter. The alarm sounds and the targets come skidding out on the rails. He is a remarkably good shot, but some of the targets are too fast even for him to land clean hits on. He ends up clipping some on the shoulders and arms instead.
"Very good," Snake comments when the final score pops up. Twenty of twenty-five targets hit, sixteen of which have significant or lethal wounds. "Johnny, your turn."
Johnny looks a bit nervous as he approaches, flashing Snake an anxious smile. Ed hands the rifle to him and claps him on the shoulder, leaning in to whisper something in his ear before pulling away. Whatever it was he said seemed to help as Johnny straightens up and grips the rifle a little tighter.
He takes a deep breath and gets into position. The alarm sounds again and the targets come rushing out.
Johnny hits every single one dead on.
He never needs to shoot twice at a single target. It's not always a headshot, sometimes it's closer to the neck or occasionally the heart, but he has stunning accuracy for the speed required. His concentration and skill reminds Snake of Sniper Wolf.
Johnny hits the last target dead center between the eyes before letting out a breath of relief. He straightens up and turns around with a wide grin, giving an excited thumbs up.
"Not bad, right?" he asks.
There's a moment of silence before the other soldiers erupt in praise and congratulations, clearly impressed. Johnny flushes at the attention, giving an abashed laugh as he scratches at the back of his neck. Meryl looks pleased at the recognition he's getting, her arms folded across her chest as she watches the soldiers surround Johnny. She meets Snake's gaze and gives a rare approving nod in his direction.
"Well, I'll be damned. Not sure anyone can beat that, Akiba," Ed comments with a grin, looking at Johnny's score.
"It's better than I can do," Snake agrees, trying to keep from smiling at the way Johnny perks up. "Every soldier has their strengths. While the goal will always to be a well-rounded soldier, everyone has their specialties that they should lean into. With someone like Johnny providing cover fire for you, you'd probably feel pretty safe, hm?"
There are murmurs of agreements and nods from the soldiers.
"Even if sniping isn't your strength, you'll never know if the situation changes and you're needed for support. Everyone will do a runthrough now and Ed and Johnny will provide advice and tips."
Snake watches, satisfied, as the soldiers start taking their turns. There are a few promising other snipers and a few where sniping clearly isn't their forte. Ed mostly gives advice on where to focus the scope when aiming while Johnny corrects posture.
He watches as Johnny presses his hands down on another soldier's shoulders, easing them down to relax before telling him to fire again. He's handsy— it doesn't mean anything, but it still makes Snake a little frustrated. When the man scores a cleaner shot afterwards, Johnny squeezes his shoulders and shakes him lightly, laughing as he congratulates him. The man turns to give Johnny a broad smile back as he thanks him. Johnny flushes at the praise, rubbing the back of his neck.
It doesn't mean anything.
Snake tries not to focus on how Johnny continues to touch the other soldiers, a hand here and there to gently correct posture. Between him and Ed, even the worst snipers show some improvement. They wrap up training when the bell rings, signaling their lunch break. He dismisses them, watching as the soldiers start filing out, nodding or saluting to him as they pass. Johnny lingers near the sniper rifle, seemingly fussing with the scope. He keeps glancing at Snake though, so it's clearly just an excuse.
He waits until everyone else leaves before approaching Johnny. He looks up and smiles shyly at him, setting the sniper rifle back down.
"Did you set up sniper training for me...?"
Snake has to bite back a smile. He's glad Johnny realized. "It would be unfair of me to not show off your efforts," he says evenly. "I know you work hard. Your CQC is much better than when we first started."
"Boss... can I, um..." Johnny fidgets, flushing. "Can I come over later...?"
It's been so long since they've had a chance to do anything. Snake tries to hide his excitement, clearing his throat.
"That's fine. I can drive us back later."
"But didn't you come today on your motorcycle? I, um, thought your motorcycle would be big enough for two, but I didn't want to assume—"
"I bought a second helmet for you," he cuts in. Maybe it comes across as too eager, but the way Johnny's expression brightens puts him at ease.
"Y-You did?" Johnny's eyes widen. He smiles wide, happy. "Then yes, I'd love to...."
Snake considers for a moment before reaching for him, curling his hand along his jaw, stroking a thumb over his stubble. Johnny twitches in surprise but lets him touch him. He rubs his thumb over the corner of Johnny's mouth before pulling his hand away, even as heat starts to pool in his stomach at the way Johnny is watching him.
"You should go eat," he says, flexing his fingers as he drops it down by his side. "We'll continue this later."
Johnny is standing there in his foyer, soaking wet and shivering, his white shirt plastered to his body.
Snake feels his cock twitch.
He had driven them home on his bike as planned. Johnny had ridden behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, and Snake had enjoyed the feeling of his weight and warmth against his back. He had even laughed, audible over the sound of the engine and the wind, clearly enjoying himself despite his initial nervousness.
But it started raining unexpectedly, and they had to drive the last ten minutes back to his house in a sudden downpour. Snake had worn a jacket, but Johnny was dressed in only a loose t-shirt and sweats after practice, getting the brunt of the heavy rain.
Snake's gaze lingers on the way even his damp sweats hug his hips and thighs. Even the bulge of his soft cock is visible, thanks to the way the cloth is plastered to his body.
"... Boss?"
Snake snaps out of his reverie, turning his gaze back up to Johnny's face. He's still shivering and staring at him with big, wet eyes, looking for all the world like a sad, kicked puppy.
His cock twitches again in his pants.
"Sorry. Lost my train of thought," he says, clearing his throat. "Come on, you need to go warm up. I'll grab you a change of clothes; go run the shower."
"What about you, Boss?" Johnny asks, teeth chattering.
"I'll..." Snake's gaze lingers on the damp fabric clinging to his pecs, "I'll join you in a moment."
"To share the shower?" Johnny flushes, suddenly shy. "Okay..."
Johnny slips into the master bathroom and runs the shower. Snake flips on the heating in the house in the meantime before heading to his bedroom to grab clothes for them both. He runs warm enough that he isn't that bothered by the cold and wet clothes on his own body. He strips naked and towels off though so he's not tracking water everywhere.
He said he'd join Johnny in the shower, but... it seems like an oddly intimate affair. The shower is big enough that it wouldn't be cramped even with two grown men inside of it, but something about the idea still makes Snake a little uncomfortable. He'll shower in the guest bathroom instead.
Snake knocks briefly before opening the door to the bathroom. He sets a change of clothes on the sink counter and closes the door. In the guest bathroom, he rinses off quickly as soon as the water is warm, not wanting to keep Johnny waiting. He ignores his half-hard cock and gets dressed. By the time he comes back to the master bedroom, Johnny is already done with his own shower. He's sitting on the ground by the bed, absently toweling his hair. He looks up when Snake enters, smiling a little awkwardly.
"Hi, Boss, um... you showered in the other bathroom? Sorry to have taken up your shower...."
"What are you doing?" Snake huffs, gesturing to the bed. "Sit and make yourself comfortable— you're a guest. And it's not an issue, I just didn't want to interrupt your shower." He tosses the towel into the laundry basket. "Warmed up now?"
Johnny bites his lip as he gets up and sits on the edge of the bed. "I'm a little cold still," he says, a flush starting to rise to his cheeks. "Maybe you could help?"
Snake grins, enamored anyway by his shoddy attempt to flirt. "Hm... I think I know just the thing that will warm you up."
He presses a hand to Johnny's chest, pushing him to lay down. Johnny goes willingly, eyes flicking up to watch him, clearly eager. Snake is about to climb over him when he remembers why he'd been so excited to have Johnny over again in the first place.
"Hold on."
Johnny blinks at him but waits patiently as Snake turns to open his bedside drawer.
The spiked collar is right where he left it, the black leather smooth under his fingertips. He'd already clipped the leash onto it as well. He grabs his bottle of cum lube out too before turning back around to face Johnny. He tosses the lube onto the bed before holding up the collar and leash, smirking at the way Johnny immediately flushes at the sight of it.
"I said I'd see about getting you on a leash at some point, didn't I?"
Johnny nods, cheeks red. His cock is already hard and bulging the front of the boxers Snake let him borrow. He crawls forward on his hands and knees to the edge of the bed. He looks up at Snake from beneath his eyelashes.
Snake feels arousal bolt down his spine at the sight. He unfurls the collar and circles it around Johnny's neck. He's surprised Johnny maintains eye contact all the while, an almost hungry look in his gaze that's unusual for him. Snake hooks a finger into the collar and tugs to make sure it's not too tight, and he feels his Adam's Apple bob as he swallows. He keeps the leash wrapped around one hand and uses the other to cup under his chin, tilting his head up.
"That's it. You're so well-behaved," he croons.
Johnny whines a little, eyes fluttering half-lidded.
Snake climbs onto the bed and sits against the headboard, spreading his legs. He gives the leash a light tug and Johnny crawls between his legs, his gaze on Snake's obvious arousal. He looks up to meet his eye, as if asking for permission. Instead of nodding, Snake yanks at the leash again. Johnny moans and crawls closer, leaning down to nuzzle his face against his still clothed cock. He can feel himself twitch in his own boxers at the touch. Johnny mouths over the shape of him, panting, sucking wet kisses through the cloth.
"Don't tease," he growls. "Let me use your mouth properly."
Johnny hooks his fingers into his waistband, tugging them down to free his cock. He's already fully hard and even leaking, and Johnny whines at the sight of it.
"Boss," he pants, "you look so good..."
He leans forward to mouth over his cockhead, eyes fluttering shut. He keeps pressing wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his slit, tonguing insistently until Snake leaks into his mouth. When Snake tugs his leash again impatiently, he opens his mouth and draws him in properly.
"That's it. Good boy," Snake grunts. He thrusts up lightly, enjoying the way Johnny moans around him in surprise before gagging slightly.
He peers up at Snake with slightly teary eyes even as he starts bobbing his mouth in earnest. He can only work his mouth shallowly on his cock, but Snake finds himself getting off on just the sight of Johnny so eager to service him. He looks so good with the leather collar around his neck, his face flushed and lips red and wet with spit and precum. He reaches down to draw Johnny off of him slowly, his own eye going half-lidded at the sight of drool stringing between Johnny's mouth and his cock.
"Boss," Johnny starts, his voice low and slightly hoarse now, "was it good?"
"You were so good, Johnny," he praises with a smirk. "I think you deserve a reward, hm? Why don't you take those off for me?"
Johnny scrambles to pull his borrowed boxers off, freeing his cock. He's fully hard and leaking, his huge cock flushed and twitching as he shuffles around. He's so big, and Snake never gets tired of the rush of heat that bursts through him every time at the sight.
He tugs on the leash to prompt Johnny to crawl forward and straddle his lap. Their cocks bump against each other and Johnny makes a soft noise, whiny. Snake loops the leash firmly around his fingers and guides his hand down to squeeze Johnny's hip, coaxing him to lean forward and rest his weight down so they're fully pressed against each other. They end up close, breaths apart from each other. Johnny's pupils are blown wide, overshadowing the pretty blue of his eyes.
Snake presses his fingers to his spit-slick lips and doesn't even need to ask before Johnny is drawing them into his mouth. He has lube and he plans on using it— but there's something gratifying about how eager Johnny is to please. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth slowly, watching the way Johnny's eyes go half-lidded as he does. He lets go of his hip to grab the bottle of lube where it's nested in the sheets, coating his already slick fingers with it. Johnny is panting all the while, trying and failing not to squirm while he waits.
Snake pushes a finger in and Johnny moans quietly, hips jerking forward to rut against Snake's own. It feels good, and the sight of Johnny's huge cock against his own only makes Snake feel hotter deep in his stomach. He works a second finger in not too long after. He remembers how it had felt last time to do this to Johnny, the way his hole had fluttered around his fingers as Snake worked his mouth on him. Johnny is flushed, looking away as if shy as Snake keeps working his fingers. He makes quiet, bitten off noises, eyes fluttering shut as he rocks his hips back into his fingers.
"Feel good?" Snake asks in a rumble, nuzzling his jaw.
"Yeah," Johnny says, breathless, like it was punched out of him. "S'good, Boss..."
"Think you're ready for more?"
Johnny nods quickly, whining. Snake is too impatient himself to tease, so he rolls a condom on and quickly lubes himself up before holding his cock steady against Johnny's entrance. Johnny bites his lip, flushing pretty as he carefully sinks down. He shudders as he takes him, a quiet whimper escaping his lips. Snake curls both hands on his hips, stroking his thumb over his warm skin soothingly. He looks so good like this— skin a ruddy warm color all over, damp with sweat, his heavy cock twitching as he sinks down. Johnny finally bottoms out and moans when he does, giving a full body shudder.
"Good boy." Snake lets go of his hip to tug on the leash, enjoying the way Johnny groans at the action. "Come on. Show me how bad you want it."
Johnny puts his hands on his shoulders to steady himself as he starts moving, lifting his hips and grinding himself back down slowly at first. He starts to pick up speed until he's bouncing on his lap, thighs pumping as he works himself. He gives soft moans with every movement, panting and drooling as he fucks himself on Snake's cock. He's hot and tight inside and Snake hums his approval, biting back his own noises. He feels as good as Snake thought he would and he's a pretty sight like this, falling apart on his cock.
But despite the loud, wet noises of Johnny fucking himself quickly, it's clearly not enough for him. He starts whining, grinding his hips desperately every time he bottoms out, like it's not deep enough.
"Greedy," Snake comments, his own voice coming out breathless. "You need more, huh?"
Johnny flushes, stopping abruptly. He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, Snake flips them over on the bed. Johnny blinks up at him, wide-eyed, and his mouth opens again on a pretty moan when Snake thrusts back into him hard. He pushes Johnny's thighs up and open, exposing him so Snake can watch his cock sink into him. He sets a brutal pace, pounding him deep and hard. Johnny's eyes roll back as he arches and gasps. Snake watches for his reaction as he adjusts the angle, smirking when Johnny chokes on a loud moan, drooling and babbling incoherently now as Snake nails his prostate on every thrust.
He's never focused so much on his partner's pleasure before. Snake has only been with Kaz as a regular partner before this and then a few casual one night stands during his Foxhound years. It's not to say he was a selfish lover— at least, he doesn't think so. But something about making Johnny feel good does something for him. Having Johnny practically melt under his touches, having him moan and plead and beg, having him squirm and writhe as he's overwhelmed with pleasure... it makes Snake hot just thinking about it.
His gaze flicks down to where Johnny's thick cock bobs with every sharp thrust. He reaches down to take him in hand, stroking him tight and slow. Johnny whimpers in surprise, hands fisting the sheets as he arches into his touch.
"B-Boss," Johnny pants, "I won't last if you—"
Snake works his hand on him tighter, faster, his own breath coming in short. "Come on, Johnny. Come for me then."
Johnny keens, his eyes rolling back as his hips jerk to meet Snake's thrusts. He brings a hand up to cover his mouth and it does nothing to muffle the loud moan that escapes as he comes. He spurts thick over his own stomach, splattering up to his chest. He looks so good like this. Snake lets go of his cock for a moment to smear his fingers over the mess of cum on his heated skin.
"Good boy, coming for me like that."
Snake keeps fucking into him, watching as Johnny squirms from overstimulation. He's achingly close himself— Johnny had clenched tight around him when he came— but he wants to force another orgasm out of him. He takes his half-hard cock in hand again and pumps him quick and sloppy. Johnny jerks and thrashes under him, chanting his name over and over.
"Give me one more, Johnny."
He yanks on his leash roughly and Johnny is utterly silent as he convulses under him and comes again, giving another weak spurt onto his stomach. He clenches tight around Snake as he does, spasming around him, and he groans as he comes too, finishing inside of him with a shudder. He stays inside of him as they both come down from their high and catch their breath.
Johnny manages a bleary smile up at him. Snake huffs and smiles back as he carefully pulls out. He gives his ass a light slap, grinning.
"Good work. Hit the showers."
It startles a hoarse laugh out of Johnny. He stretches beneath Snake, relaxing into the bed.
"You go first, Boss. It's only fair since I went first earlier."
Snake doesn't bother to argue with him— he looks tired and probably needs a few minutes before getting up anyway. He reaches up to unclasp the leash, but Johnny stops him from taking the collar off. He flushes and looks away.
"Can I keep it on for a little longer...?"
Just him asking makes heat curl in his stomach again.
Snake relents, pulling back and flicking his forehead playfully (and earning a yelp from Johnny) before grabbing his things to go shower. He comes back refreshed, and finds that Johnny is fast asleep on his bed. He's still messy and covered in cum, but Snake doesn't want to wake him. He wets a towel in warm water and carefully wipes him clean.
He can always wake Johnny up to shower tomorrow morning before they leave, he reasons. Snake had already taken off his eyepatch so he might as well wind down for the night. He goes through his nighttime routine and returns to the bedroom. He flicks off the light and crawls onto the other side of the bed. He closes his eyes, listening to the quiet sound of Johnny breathing next to him.