Have you done 19, Jonny/Seabs yet?
A kiss below the waist.
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The playoffs are always rough as fuck and Johnny tends to bruise a lot more easily during them. His muscle mass goes way down given the intense schedule and there’s only so much he can do with his nutrition schedule to keep weight on and vitamins up. Seabs always pays more attention to him during the playoffs, whether it be Johnny’s physical or mental state.
And so on nights like this, when they’re in a hotel room on the road and just trying to wind down before they do it all again the next day, Johnny saviors the way Seabs just wants to wrap himself around Johnny like he’s seeking creature comfort, kissing him slow and soft with almost no real intent. It goes on like that for a while, wet, perfect kisses until Seabs’ leg knocks into Johnny’s thigh, making him hiss.
“You okay?” Seabs asks, palming down Johnny’s naked back, voice breathless. Johnny didn’t realize how worked up he was, how worked up they both were, despite the evidence against him. IHe was enjoying just losing himslf in this.
“Yeah,” Johnny says, cradling the back of Seab’s head and moving in for another kiss. “Just a bruise on my thigh,” he says into his mouth.
Johnny whines a little when Seabs pulls away, but then he’s pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Johnny’s chest, over his ribs, along his side, into his hips, before coming to stop at Johnny’s thighs. He runs his hands up them, finds the bruise on the left one with his fingers, and traces it lightly, before following the movement with his mouth.
Johnny’s breath stutters in his chest because, yeah, Seabs is way too good to him during the playoffs, along with brutally honest, but Seabs is kind of amazing to him all the time and Johnny loves the fuck out of him.
He’s gonna tell him that, finally.
Maybe he’ll even do it tonight. But right now he closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh as Seabs tries his best to heal his skin with his tongue.
