hitmen au, silverlaw, lawrusso (in Terry's imagination)
Terry knew. Of course he knew. Danny was obvious. Stealing glances at Johnny when Terry allowed him to accompany them on a job, which was getting more frequent. The way he asked Terry about him in the quiet moments while they were working, because Danny knew Terry would talk about his boy for hours. He could even tell when he first introduced the two of them; Danny's eyes had gone wide and his jaw had dropped, barely able to mutter out a polite "hello".
Part of Terry found it amusing. Johnny was a good boy, obedient. Devoted to Terry just as much as Terry was devoted to him. Another part of him was disgusted, felt almost betrayed. Danny owed Terry so much, and he had the nerve to look on Johnny with blatant lust in those stupid brown eyes.
Terry was the one who taught Danny everything he knew. Turned him into a near perfect killer. He was just a sniveling, weak young man when they met, crying for revenge on the man who killed his precious Miyagi.
He even extended his hand, offered a partnership afterward when the body was still warm. He saw potential in the young man.
He even allowed Danny to come back to him, years after he dissolved their partnership in favor of working with the young woman who later became his wife, but who quit at the first sign of morning sickness. Clearly, Danny was unappreciative of the second chance.
There were times, unfortunately, were thoughts Terry didn't like entered his head. Thoughts of his Johnny getting on his knees for Danny, unbuckling his belt and taking his cock out, engulfing the whole thing until it hit the back of his throat.
Thoughts of Johnny riding Danny as Danny squeezed his tits, pinched his nipples.
Thoughts of Johnny and Danny kissing in the backseat of Danny's car. It made him sick.
Fortunately, Johnny would never leave him. He knew better.
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Terry was digging bruises into Johnny's hips, fucking him roughly from behind.
"Your pretty little pussy is so tight on my cock, baby," Terry said. "Maybe tomorrow I'll let you sit on it while I work. What do you think?"
Johnny didn't answer, and of course he didn't; Terry had shoved his tie into his mouth.
After Terry had spilled inside him, and allowed Johnny his orgasm, he took the gag out and wiped him down, collapsed next to him. Terry pulled him close and kissed his sweaty forehead. Danny could never fuck Johnny the way he needed.
Eventually, Johnny drifted off to sleep, his face smoothed and relaxed, breathing evenly. Before Terry could fall asleep, he heard Johnny mumble 'Daniel', and his heart dropped.
