How about some Gyjo smut but uhhhh it starts with Gyro doing some physical labor and being sweaty and stuff 🥰
ohhhhh Gyjo content...eheheh, oh Gyro sweaty ... AAARRRRRGGHHHH OKOKOK I NEED HIM, well both of them actually...ok let's just focus on the fic... I took the liberty of giving them both the chance to "dominate" the other…I don't like the stereotype of Johnny always passive. I GIVE JUSTICE TO BOTH OF THEM!
Fandom: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Steel Ball Run
Pairing: Gyro Zeppeli x Johnny Joestar (they switch so shhhh)
Genre: SMUT, 18+ (if you don't like this type of content, just scroll!),
art: Marionville <3 (my queen come back...i miss you!)
The heat had settled over the land like a weight.
Even the wind seemed too tired to move properly, drifting in slow, dry currents that did little to relieve the oppressive afternoon sun. The two of them had finally been forced to stop beneath the sparse shade of a rock outcropping, where the land offered the bare minimum of mercy and the horses could rest without baking in the open.
Johnny sat with his back against the stone, a canteen in one hand, trying very hard to convince himself that he was relaxing.
Because Gyro Zeppeli was only a few feet away, and somehow that was enough to make complete relaxation feel impossible.
Gyro was bent over Valkyrie, carefully adjusting the saddle with the kind of practiced attention that made it obvious he had done this sort of thing a hundred times before. The horse stood patiently while Gyro brushed down its flank, muttering to himself in Italian every so often as if the heat had become personally offensive. He had taken off his shirt some time ago, leaving only his hat and trousers, and the sight of him like that was making Johnny’s concentration deteriorate at an alarming rate.
Gyro’s skin glistened faintly with sweat in the sun, the heat catching on the line of his shoulders and the smooth shape of his chest. His arms looked even more defined than usual when he moved, every motion pulling light across the damp skin in a way that made Johnny’s jaw tighten for reasons he did not care to examine too closely.
Gyro glanced over his shoulder and caught him looking.
A slow, knowing smile tugged at his mouth.
“Well,” he said, continuing to brush Valkyrie with maddening calm, “you’ve been staring for quite a while.”
Johnny frowned over the rim of his canteen and took another sip, though it did nothing to cool him down. “I wasn’t staring.”
Gyro hummed, clearly unconvinced. “You know, if you’re going to look at me like that, you could at least be subtle about it.”
Johnny lowered the canteen. “You’re enjoying this.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
Gyro let out a short laugh and straightened, brushing a hand down Valkyrie’s neck before turning fully toward him. The movement only made the sunlight catch on the sweat across his chest more visibly, and Johnny hated that his eyes immediately followed it.
There was no mercy in him at all.
“Still staring,” he said lightly.
Johnny’s expression hardened. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
Gyro’s grin widened a little. “I’m brushing my horse.”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
Johnny set the canteen down and looked at him for a long moment. The silence stretched just long enough for Gyro’s expression to shift, only slightly, from teasing amusement to guarded curiosity.
Then Johnny said, flatly and without even trying to soften it, “You keep acting surprised that I’m looking at you when you’ve been looking at me just as much.”
Johnny continued before he could interrupt. “A few days ago, you were watching me bathe under the waterfall.”
Not because he was embarrassed, exactly.
Because Johnny had been right.
“You noticed that, did you?” Gyro said after a beat, his voice lighter than his expression.
Gyro folded his arms, as if deciding to recover his dignity through posture alone. “I was making sure you didn’t fall.”
Johnny’s stare sharpened.
“You were behind a rock.”
Gyro gave him a bland look. “An important rock.”
Johnny’s mouth twitched, though he clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook that easily. “And I suppose that was the only reason.”
Gyro’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re in a dangerous mood today.”
Johnny looked him dead in the eye.
For a moment the only sound was the faint breathing of the horses and the hot, endless hush of the afternoon around them.
Then Johnny added, with a calmness that made the statement hit even harder, “So did I.”
He didn’t pretend not to mean it.
He just kept looking at Gyro with that same quiet intensity, as though he had decided there was no point in circling the truth anymore.
The air between them shifted.
Gyro’s mouth opened as if he were about to make one of his usual jokes, one of the charming deflections that normally rescued him from moments like this.
But Johnny beat him to it.
“You don’t get to act innocent,” he said, his voice lower now. “Not after that.”
Gyro exhaled through his nose, a little slower this time. “And what exactly do you want me to say?”
Johnny stood, setting the canteen aside with careful slowness. “The truth.”
Gyro’s gaze flicked over him, then back up to his face. “You really are determined.”
Johnny took a step closer. “You too.”
That was the thing, really.
Neither of them had been innocent for quite some time.
Gyro had been provoking him for days without ever crossing the line outright, smiling in that infuriating way of his every time Johnny looked, as though he knew exactly what effect he was having and found it entertaining. Johnny, for his part, had not exactly been doing a great job of hiding his own attention.
The difference was that neither of them had wanted to admit what the other already knew.
Gyro’s expression changed first.
What was left was quieter, sharper, more honest.
He glanced away for only a second before looking back at Johnny again.
“You’re impossible,” he said.
Johnny’s answer came instantly. “So are you.”
That earned him a brief, breathy laugh from Gyro, though it carried less mockery than before.
Then Gyro looked at him more carefully, and something in his face shifted into open recognition.
Just the reluctant understanding that they were standing too close to pretending anymore.
Gyro let out a slow breath and finally set the brush down.
“Well,” he said, his voice quieter now, “this is inconvenient.”
Johnny’s eyes didn’t leave his. “You looked first.”
Gyro scoffed softly. “That’s an accusation.”
Gyro’s lips twitched, but he made no move to argue. Instead, he stepped closer, just enough for the tension between them to sharpen again.
“Careful, Johnny,” he murmured. “If you keep talking like that, I may start thinking you want something.”
Gyro’s eyes darkened a fraction.
Then Johnny added, quieter but no less direct, “And I know you do too.”
That was the point where Gyro stopped pretending he could step back from it.
Because Johnny was right.
They both wanted the same thing.
And for once, neither of them seemed interested in lying about it anymore.
Gyro wipes sweat from his forehead and approaches Johnny.
The Italian's spurs clink, creating a sinuous symphony in Johnny's ears, seeing Gyro like that…
Gyro stands between Johnny's legs and raises his face with his hand while holding the belt with the famous symbol pointing right there with his other hand. Maybe Gyro did it on purpose when he thought about taking it: to get attention.
"You cheeky kid , if we both want the same thing, maybe it's better to find a place…more secluded, don't you think?"
Johnny looks up at him, raising his hands and placing them on Gyro's thighs until they climb onto the Italian's buttocks. From that perspective he could see well: Gyro's pecs, his turgid, dark nipples, his abs, and the happy trails that start from under his belly button and remain hidden by his pants.
"I don't mind being here…"
Gyro laughs by shifting his grip on Johnny's hair.
"I appreciate courage, but if an enemy attacked us while I fuck you, it would be a problem…"
"And who says I don't fuck you?"
"Oh come on Gyro, at least you thought it once. Stop it with the skit and let's get to the point…"
Gyro raises an eyebrow and studies the boy below him with a serious expression on his face. For a while he says nothing…then his iconic laugh echoes.
"Nyo -ho -ho ! How greedy are we today, huh? Well…let the show begin..."
The two were quite lucky when they arrived at the abandoned city, also because a sandstorm was ready to ruin their day.
Johnny was not deterred, however. Both are sitting on a loft of an old shed. The horses are resting and supplies are stored.
Gyro set up their sleeping bags and had helped Johnny settle on top of them. The blond then turns and begins to remove his clothes, leaving the Joestar's muscular back in plain sight and still sending with sweat.
Johnny can't contain himself and pushes forward hugging Gyro from behind kissing his neck. Gyro sighs and with his free hand caresses Johnny's hair, looking at him out of the corner of his eyes.
"Fuck Johnny, you're not wasting your time, are you?"
"With you? Of course not…"
Johnny resumes kissing Gyro's neck, moving his hands from his chest directly to his pecs, which he begins massaging and stuffing by taking his nipples and squeezing them.
"Stop it, I'm not a woman!"
"Well, it's your fault Gyro, for having your pecs so big…"
Gyro is about to ask for an explanation but Johnny pulls Gyro's nipples hard, causing him to moan and arch his head back. The Italian's face is already dyed red on his cheeks and his body begins to tremble, under the younger boy's touch.
The Italian and gnashes his teeth, but when he tries to send him to hell, Johnny flick his nipples one last time before stepping onto Gyro's belt. He opens it quickly, pulling down his pants along with his boxers…Gyro's member is large, hard, and veiny. Happy trials frames him well. His glans is shiny with cum.
Johnny chuckles at the sight, pleased with how his touch was able to do this.
"I see you like what I do to you, I'm flattered Gyro…" Johnny whispers, kissing Gyro behind his ear, squinting at his partner's long hair.
"D-Don't flatter yourself…"
Johnny wastes no time in picking up Gyro's member and starting to move her up and down. His rubs on the blond's member, feeling the prominent vein and his wet glans.
Gyro tries to hold back his moans but Johnny won't let him: once he reaches the glans, Johnny squeezes him tightly, making Gyro moan.
"I want to hear from you Gyro…don't try to hide…"
With this, the boy with his free hand turns his partner's face to the side, exchanging a passionate kiss accompanied by their verses. Johnny returns to masturbate Gyro by beginning to press his member behind his back.
He wants it more than anything.
Gyro comes off panting after a while and almost at the height of his orgasm. He doesn't want to admit it but Johnny's hands work wonders.
"J-Johnny…that's not fair…if you really want to put it in my ass at least…touch it too…"
"Gyro, I didn't think you were in that kind of thing… Then you want me to fuck you."
Gyro elbows him but Johnny giggles and spins him around. The Italian hadn't realized that Johnny was already with his pants down and his member in sight, also tough.
"This is the effect you have on me… you and I are even."
About twenty minutes have passed but the two just can't stop. The empty shed rumbles the groans and sighs of the two contestants. Gyro and Johnny are lying sideways on their sleeping bags, one in front of the other, beating each other up: Gyro masturbates Johnny and vice versa.
Sperm has already stained their pants and their bed, but that's the least of their problems.
"J-Johnny…agh! Huff…i think i-"
"M-me too Gyro...Agh! …me too."
Gyro leans over Johnny and kisses him passionately, and after a few more saws they both cum to each other's abdomens. Their skins, sweaty and covered in sperm, tremble and flex, letting the wave of orgasm pass them by.
Johnny is the first to break away to catch his breath.
Gyro looks at his hand covered in Johnny's cum and rubs it on the fabric of his sleeping bags. Thinking it's over he gets up but Johnny pulls him down and turns him sideways to the opposite side pressing his member onto Gyro's ass.
"So you want to fuck me like this Johnny?…"
"Don't be an asshole, I even packed your ass…it won't hurt."
In fact, in addition to masturbating, the duo thought it best to prepare their partner for the next step.
"Do you have to be that direct?"
Gyro searches for an answer but the words die in his throat when he hears Johnny's member enter him. Despite his physical performance, Johnny manages to put Gyro on his stomach and with his ass raised. Johnny lies on top of him and begins to move his hips, panting profusely.
Plap, plap, plap, plap plap, plap,
Gyro believes he is dying at every push.
So that's sex between men…I wonder how Johnny learned that.
His train of thought is interrupted when Johnny increases the speed of his thrusts by going deep, managing to touch a point that gives Gyro a crazy pleasure to moan loudly and arch his back. Johnny raises an eyebrow and sneers, omitted by the reaction, and resumes pushing at that point over and over again.
Gyro arrives at the climax and without warning ejaculates screaming with pleasure. Johnny cums after a couple of pushes too. Both take a breath as their bodies still tremble with pleasure.
Johnny comes out of Gyro and notices his cum coming out of his asshole. With his thumb he pushes him in and Gyro sits down abruptly and slaps Johnny's hand.
"It was going out, so I wanted-"
Gyro grunts and pushes Johnny onto sleeping bags by getting between his legs.
"Are you doing this on purpose? Don't fuck up with me!"
"I did it a little while ago, stupid…do you want a second round?"
Gyro is furious but does not curb his desire. He lowers herself and shuts Johnny down with a passionate kiss as he cuffs his member a couple of times until he enters inside Johnny.
The youngest man moan in the kiss but Gyro leaves him no respite.
He straddles and begins to fuck Johnny, sinking his long and veiny member well, with strong and vigorous pushes.
At every push the Italian looks at Johnny's expression as he writhes more and more, until he sets his eyes on the point where they are united.
Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap.
Gyro's thrusts reverberate throughout the shed, the sweaty skins of the two young men echoing across the room, along with his grunts, gasps, and groans.
Johnny joins this symphony of sounds seeking support from Gyro by scratching his arms, but his partner takes both of his wrists and holds them down on his belly, where his cock constantly slams into Gyro's V line, tickled by pubic hair.
"What? Not so cocky now huh? You deserve it for what you did before…"
Gyro doesn't stop and spreads Johnny's legs with his free hand, then raises it around Johnny's neck, which he squeezes, not too hard to suffocate but firm enough to make Johnny stand still and look him straight in the eye.
Gyro grinds his teeth and giggles, then leaves his grip on Johnny's neck and wrists, to grab the boy from his hips and push faster… Johnny take this this opportunity to grip Gyro's hair for support, keeping moaning.
After a while Gyro has reached the limit and lowers down to kiss Johnny, cumming inside him with one last strong, deep thrust. Johnny screams between his lips and orgasms too, ejaculating on both their bellies…
Once the wave of pleasure has passed, Gyro comes out of Johnny and lies down next to him. They both catch their breath, but it is Johnny who has the initiative and snuggles up to Gyro, who does not decline and holds the boy close to him, kissing his forehead.
They got what they wanted
