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"And we're out here again because?" Johnny groaned, exasperated as he and Kenshi trudged through the shrouded forest.
The place was creepy as all get out, the tops of the trees blocking out most of the light. The only sources they had were their own flashlights and the few insects that gave off light whenever they happened to fly by.
Not only that, but the few plants that they had encountered so far were carnivorous, at least from what Johnny had happened to notice. He had taken a few too heavy of steps near some of the 'Snap Traps' as he had started calling them. They were decently sized, and functioned much like a bear trap.
He hated this place.
Not only was the plant life incredibly dangerous and carnivorous and venomous (note: not poisonous, venomous, as in the plants sting and bite), but most of them were also incredibly resilient.
"We're out here because Lord Liu Kang is making the grave mistake of trusting Shang Tsung," Kenshi growled, still rather aggravated by that whole turn of events.
"And why is he trusting him again?" Johnny asked, Kenshi realizing he was not paying attention during the very minor briefing they got.
"Because he's discovered a temporary cure for Tarkat, and this plant might be able to extend it." Kenshi answered, frustration still present in his tone.
Sento had guided him most of the way through the forest, Johnny relying heavily on his flashlight and on Kenshi to guide him through the place. It was strange, since the blind man was so used to following Johnny around at this point that taking the lead felt strange, though he had missed it.
They pushed on, Johnny going through the small journal Shang Tsung had given them to navigate the place. Kenshi hoped the information in it was truthful, mostly because if it wasn't he was sure both of them wouldn't be making it back.
Kenshi unsheathed Sento in a swing, removing a few vines from his path, waiting a moment before stepping forward through where he had cut, Johnny following closely.
"Does this place not give you the creeps? It's giving me the creeps," He spoke, filling the, admittedly, eerie silence of the dark forest.
"I suppose it's a lot less creepy when you can't see most of it." Kenshi answered, pointing to his headband and hearing Johnny sigh behind him.
"Guess you're right," He grumbled, nudging a stray leaf out of his path, "Sorry, little guy." Johnny mumbled, and Kenshi let out a snirk.
"Are you still apologizing to the plants?" Kenshi teased, swinging Sento and slashing another section of vines in his path.
"Yes, Takahashi, Shang Tsung told us to be careful, and with how bloodthirsty some of these things are, they might have ears!" Johnny whispered, his face painted with nervousness as Kenshi slashed another few vines.
"Johnny, plants can't heAR-" Kenshi was heaved off of the ground, Johnny shouting after him as he was pulled up.
Sento slipped from his grip, Kenshi's sight fading as he felt something cold and dewy wrap around his ankle.
"Hold on, Kenshi!" Johnny shouted, reaching for Sento on the ground, cutting through the vines that were headed towards him, looking for an opening to get to Kenshi.
The blind man instinctually used his hands to cover the back of his neck, his elbows attempting to cover his face.
"Kenshi!" Johnny shouts, and that was all the warning he got before two vines grabbed his arms, wrenching them away from his face. The cold sting of physical vulnerability was enough to get Kenshi to fight, his arms and legs straining against the plant.
Johnny watched as another vine lowered itself, a huge orchid like flower unfolding in front of Kenshi's face, a spray of bright yellow pollen blasting in his face.
Kenshi gasped, which was a huge mistake.
His lungs burned, a thrill of something worming it's way through his body, his blood feeling like it was on fire. It was intolerable, and he screamed as whatever he was hit with coursed through his entire body.
Johnny watched as the vines retreated, the flower folding up again and lifting itself back up to the tree line, disappearing from sight. He slid over to where Kenshi was laying on the ground, the blind man's chest heaving as he tried to stand, his hands pressed into the soil.
"Fuck, are you alright?" Johnny hissed, his hand immediately finding Kenshi's back, the man loosening up at the touch.
"I'm... alright," Kenshi assessed, the burning gone, replaced by a gentle warmth. It was almost soothing.
"We should head back home, we can come back another time, more prepared," Johnny suggested, but Kenshi hissed out a no, standing upright. Sento lifted itself out of Johnny's hands, Kenshi pulling it into his own.
"We have a job to finish," Kenshi panted, moving onward, Johnny following closely behind.
Johnny noticed immediately that something was wrong, even if Kenshi didn't want to admit it.
The blind man wasn't ever more than a foot away, and he seemed a lot more level headed when Johnny had a hand on him versus when he didn't.
They had pushed on though, finding the flower they needed to bring back. It was bright orange, incredibly hard to miss, and thankfully it grew in abundance.
The two marked down the location in the journal, took the five that Shang Tsung had requested, and started to make their way back.
Johnny remained kind to the plants, nudging them out of the way or using his hands to gently manipulate their leaves.
"I still don't think touching them is a wise idea, Cage," Kenshi grit, as if he had been trying to hold the words in.
"Why not, it's not like they're-" Johnny cut himself off with a hiss, feeling a pinch on the center of his back, pulling on the top under layer of his armor, the pain receding.
"What happened?" Kenshi immediately stopped, turning around and scanning and feeling to see if Johnny hurt himself.
"Relax, Kendoll, just my armor pinching a little." Johnny soothed, watching the man physically relax before he turned to keep moving.
It was strange. Kenshi was never the doting type, but he seemed almost worried about everything Johnny did now. Maybe it was because he had been basically abducted by a plant and then spit in the face by it, but Johnny honestly wasn't complaining.
He had missed the doting treatment most of his life, at least from closer relationships. His brother was an asshole, his father even worse, and his mother was a busy woman and kind of a hard ass.
Sue him for enjoying the little bit of extra attention.
"We're almost home." Kenshi sighed, Johnny moving to grab the talisman Liu Kang had given him for travel between realms.
He fished it out, a portal of flames budding before them, the two crossing the threshold and returning to the Wu Shi Academy. They were greeted by Liu Kang and a few monks, the Fire God taking the bundle of flowers and the journal, leaving immediately with a quick thanks.
The two were left to clean up and rest on their own.
They made their way to their barracks, Kenshi rolling his shoulders and shaking his hands out, his fists clenching and unclenching as they walked. He was never usually this fidgety.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Johnny asked, and Kenshi hummed out a questioning noise. Johnny repeated his question, Kenshi humming an affirmative.
"Just... warm. Uncomfortable." He answered, and Johnny sighed.
"Okay, that's fixable. You want to shower first then?" Johnny asked, and Kenshi made a face of concern, before it turned into one of frustration. Johnny watched it change in real time, a small part of him wanting to laugh, but a much larger part incredibly concerned. "What's wrong?"
Kenshi shook his head, hand coming up to rub his face.
"Nothing. I don't... It's fine. I'll be fine." Kenshi waved his hand in a dismissal, making a move to try and walk to the showers, but he stopped.
"Kenshi?" Johnny asked, and he watched as Kenshi started to shake, watched him try and take another step, and then watched as he collapsed, another shout tearing from his throat.
Johnny immediately launched forward, preventing Kenshi from hitting his head, the man sighing in relief before growling in frustration.
"Kenshi, just tell me what's wrong," Johnny pressed, and he watched as Kenshi's face contorted.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," He confessed, and Johnny swallowed, "It's like when I try to take more than two steps from you my body locks up, like I can't bear to be away from you. And when I am farther than that, it burns," Kenshi explained.
"Jesus," Johnny cursed, doing a once over of Kenshi before sighing and looking to the door. "We have to get to Shang Tsung,"
Kenshi growled again, frustration building in his gut as well as... something far too familiar to him.
"No. You're not leaving." Kenshi grit out, his hand coming up to cover his mouth once it escaped, willing his brain to shut the brain-to-mouth valve.
"You need help, Takahashi," Johnny tried to reason, but Kenshi shook his head, mumbling behind his own hand and shaking his head some more. "I can't hear you with your hand over your mouth, Kendoll." Johnny sighed, exasperated, but Kenshi growled again, his hand shakily moving away.
"I said fine. But I have to go with you." Kenshi admitted, and Johnny nodded.
"I wasn't just going to leave you here," Johnny let out an airy laugh, picking Kenshi up from off the floor, the blind man struggling to stand, his legs weak.
"You're going to have to carry me." Kenshi muttered, and Johnny let out another chuckle.
"I'll manage. Let's get you checked out."
"It's called an Everlasting Orchid." Shang Tsung helpfully supplied, Johnny flipping through the pages of the journal, Kenshi sitting in a chair close enough for Johnny to lean on.
"Okay, what's it do?" He asked, still flipping to try and find the entry, his eyes flicking to Kenshi every now and then, the man a lot more docile than he was a few minutes ago.
"There are many things it does. Describe to me what happened," Shang Tsung requested, and Johnny rolled his eyes, closing the journal and setting it back down on the research table.
"Kenshi got grabbed by the ankle, and then a giant white flower unfolded and sprayed a bunch of pollen in his face." Johnny explained, his hands gesturing to help explain. Shang Tsung sighed, and Johnny knew it wasn't going to be a great diagnosis.
"Everlasting Orchids are rare nowadays, which you two should be thankful for. They reproduce using other mammals. Your friend was given a dose of a very... persuasive type of pollen. It acts as an aphrodisiac for most mammals, but for humans it also works as a truth serum." Shang Tsung explained, completely clinical and almost cold. Johnny felt his heart stop.
"You're telling me a giant flower hoisted him into the air and made him honest and horny?" Johnny regurgitated the information, and the sorcerer sighed.
"Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying." He answered, and Johnny cursed, a hand running through his hair.
"Is there any antidote you can make? Anything to get rid of the effects or at least lessen them?" Johnny poked, and Shang Tsung shook his head.
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait it out." He answered, and Johnny sighed again, feeling Kenshi lean into him.
"Okay," Johnny looked down at the man at his side, helping him up and dragging him back out of the small research room, "Thanks for the explanation." Johnny called out over his shoulder, both genuinely grateful but also incredibly frustrated.
Kenshi wouldn't be stuck how he was if they didn't have to go in the first place.
Johnny got them both to their shared quarters just fine, the movie star settling for toweling off the sweat and grime with a wash cloth for now, Kenshi doing the same.
The blind man remained silent and stoic, but Johnny knew he was trying to keep himself in check. Shang Tsung had said it was an aphrodisiac and a truth serum, and so he had refrained so far from asking questions.
But he still needed to check up on him, needed to make sure he was alright.
"How are you feeling?" He poked, and Kenshi jumped at the noise, Johnny frowning slightly.
"I'm... fine." He grit, and Johnny could see his hands shaking.
"You can tell me the truth, man," Johnny tried to soothe, and Kenshi pursed his lips, shaking more before it came spilling like a waterfall.
"Everything hurts and it feels like my blood is warm but the rest of me is cold," Kenshi blurted, and Johnny stared in shock. "Fuck!" Kenshi hissed, and Johnny blew out a breath.
"You're cold?" Johnny asked, and Kenshi nodded, silent again. The movie star grabbed an extra blanket from the side closet, throwing it over Kenshi's already layered form, the man having gone for sweat pants and a sweater for sleep wear.
"Thank you." Kenshi whispered, and Johnny smiled.
"'Course. Is there anything else?" He asked, and he watched Kenshi's face flush, the man shaking his head, lips pursed again.
Despite the situation, Johnny thought he looked cute like that, wrapped in a blanket and bundled up.
"You sure?" He teased, and Kenshi shook his head again, Johnny raising a brow again. "What can I do for you, Kendoll?" He pushed, a hand coming to rest on Kenshi's shoulder, the blind man leaning into it.
"You heard what Shang Tsung said about the stupid flower, Johnny. Don't mess with me right now," Kenshi grit his teeth again, and Johnny smirked.
"Who said I was messing around?" Johnny retorted, and Kenshi growled.
"Not... No. You should get some rest." Kenshi answered, and Johnny sighed.
"If that's what you really want, I'll leave you alone," Johnny turned around, taking the two steps back to his bed. He stopped as soon as he heard Kenshi make a desperate noise in the back of his throat. He whipped around, Kenshi sitting with his head in his hands.
"Don't, Cage. Just go to bed," Kenshi ordered, but Johnny was already stepping back into the man's space, watching as his shoulders dropped again.
"No, clearly having me near is preventing whatever other probably worse symptoms there are," Johnny's brows were furrowed, the man standing in front of where Kenshi was sitting on his cot. "Tell me how to help you."
Kenshi grit his teeth again, and Johnny let his hand wander to the man's cheek, his fingers grazing the skin.
Without thinking, Kenshi leaned into it.
"Is it touch? Does that help?" Johnny asked, Kenshi answering with his body, leaning into Johnny's hand and reaching for the other. The celebrity let his hands stay on Kenshi's face, the blind man sighing and sinking into it.
Johnny smiled, his fingers tracing the lower edge of the headband.
"Can I take this off?" He asked, and Kenshi nodded, Johnny sliding his fingers under it and slipping it off with ease, Kenshi letting out another sigh. Johnny stepped closer, Kenshi resting chin just under Johnny's sternum, their body's pressed in a line.
Johnny took a moment to take the man in, now seeing him in full. It was rare Kenshi allowed himself to be seen like this, despite the fact that his eyes weren't scarred that horribly.
In fact, they were barely scarred at all. Of course, his eyes were missing, but the skin around them was perfectly fine. Johnny knew it was probably out of comfort, or maybe to play into the blind swordsman bit, but he always appreciated when Kenshi was open like this.
Vulnerable, a gentler part of him realized.
"Johnny," Kenshi whispered, almost a plea if the movie star had ever heard one.
"What do you need from me?" Johnny asked, zero hesitation in his voice despite his heart pounding in his chest. He watched Kenshi bite his lip, still fighting his body, not wanting to give into it.
"I-I can't," Kenshi answered, shaking his head and wrapping himself in the blanket more, though his hands were around Johnny too, the blanket now enveloping both.
"Why not?" Johnny asked, but Kenshi stayed buried as he was under Johnny's palms and the blanket, "Kenshi, do you want this?" Johnny asked, and he got an almost imperceptible nod.
"I-I," Kenshi tried, but Johnny shushed him, running a hand through his hair, getting a relieved and overjoyed sigh.
"Would you have wanted this without the influence of the pollen?" Johnny asked, and Kenshi bit his tongue.
The truth would fight it's way out, and Johnny, when it came to Kenshi, could be patient.
"Y-Yes-" The word came out from grit teeth, Kenshi's hands curling into fists at Johnny's sides, "Don't ask me these things, Cage, just let me-"
"No, if there's a way I can help you, I want to," Johnny spoke, brows furrowed as he looked down at Kenshi. He tilted his face back up, his thumb smoothing over the crease in his brow and easing the down turn of his lips. "And if you would've wanted this anyway, why wait any longer?" Johnny asked, thumb taking extra care to swipe over Kenshi's lower lip, teasing.
"You're cruel." Kenshi answered, Johnny about to ask why when his face was grabbed, Kenshi pulling him down that last few inches into a kiss.
Johnny melted immediately, the warmth of the man in front of him and the near desperation that fueled him was inescapable, and Johnny felt it start to take over his senses.
He knew Kenshi was in front of him, his hands holding his face. But it felt like he was everywhere. Johnny was surrounded by him, overwhelmed in the best way.
He felt Kenshi swipe his tongue over his lip, moaned as he let him in, deciding to settle in his lap. They parted, Johnny leaving him with a bite to the lip, a breath trailing into a whimper coming from Kenshi's lips.
Johnny's eyes sparkled at the revelation, Kenshi gritting his teeth and looking at the floor.
"I can feel you staring, Cage," He tried to push him away, but Johnny could feel where the line was, Kenshi holding him maybe two inches away.
"What can I say? Everything about you is pretty," Johnny smirked, and Kenshi made a noise of irritation as Johnny pushed himself further into the blind man's space. Kenshi let him, his hands tugging him closer.
"You don't have to lie to me." Kenshi sighed, and Johnny furrowed his brows, his face falling.
"I'm not lying to you, Kenshi, I would never lie to you, especially not about this." He spoke, a hand cradling Kenshi's face. Johnny watched Kenshi melt again, the man still trying to fight the pollen in his system. "You're gorgeous. Honestly, I would've poured you a glass if you had asked." Johnny admitted, and Kenshi scoffed.
"When I broke into your house?" He clarified, and Johnny chuckled, shrugging.
"Like I said, you're stunning. Have me stunned anytime I stare for too long," Johnny hummed, his thumb tracing the right side of Kenshi's face, the blind man's eyelids fluttering where they could.
"You don't need to flatter me." Kenshi spoke, his words sincere and gentle. Johnny smiled, staring down at him.
"Why not?" He asked, and Kenshi's lips pursed.
"You already have me." He answered, and Johnny felt his world start to tilt, Kenshi leaning back and taking him with him.
The two met in the middle, Johnny holding himself up so as not to crush the man beneath him, even though it seemed as though Kenshi was trying to burrow into him.
The blind man kissed with a desperate fervor, his hands trailing across Johnny's body. He was feeling, no real purpose in mind as he pushed his hands under Johnny's shirt. The movie star shivered at the attention to his stomach, felt Kenshi press his palms into his abs, almost collapsing.
"Gentle with me, Kendoll," Johnny teased, another small noise leaving him as Kenshi's other hand tugged on his hair, exposing his throat.
"I've seen you take worse," Kenshi retorted, pressing open mouthed kisses to Johnny's neck, the celebrity shaking under the attention.
"Thought I was supposed to be helping you," Johnny panted, and Kenshi hummed, pulling Johnny down against him by his waistband. He lost his balance, quickly bringing his knee up onto the mattress, holding himself up.
"You are helping," Kenshi drawled, sliding his leg under Johnny's, flipping both over, "Quite a lot, baby." He muttered, Johnny feeling the man surround him.
It was overwhelming, feeling Kenshi everywhere. But Johnny didn't want to be anywhere else in that moment. He watched Kenshi's tattooed hands slide up his waist, the feeling grounding but also sweet.
"Wish I could see you," Kenshi muttered, Johnny missing the words entirely as Kenshi slid his hands up to his pecs, Johnny groaning when Kenshi squeezed.
"Is this really helping?" Johnny pressed, his hands coming to grab Kenshi's wrists, the man just squeezing again.
"Impatient," He smiled, letting his hands drag back down to Johnny's waist band, "How much do you care about these?" Kenshi breathed, and Johnny looked up at him like he was crazy.
"Not... a lot-" Johnny started, stuttering when he felt his hips lift up, Kenshi ripping his shorts in half down the seam line, "Kendoll!" Johnny shouted, the man above him uncaring as he tossed the scraps aside.
Kenshi pulled Johnny into another kiss, his hands going back to Johnny's hips, caressing his sides and grinding forward into him. Kenshi paused for a moment, pulling away.
Johnny looked up at him, brain slowly catching up and connecting the dots.
"Right. That," Johnny started, but he was cut off when Kenshi dragged him in for another kiss. Johnny pushed Kenshi up a second, confused. "Are you not..?" He asked, and Kenshi huffed a laugh.
"If you're about to ask if it's an issue, it's not. And no, this changes nothing for me," Kenshi tacked on, Johnny laughing at the state of the man above him.
"Right. Good to know." Johnny sighed, pulling Kenshi back in, the two lost in each other within moments, Kenshi going back to grabbing desperately at any inch of skin Johnny was showing.
The movie star moaned softly as Kenshi kneaded his thighs, the blind man smiling against his lips before he started to trail his kisses lower, Johnny whining when he brushed gently over his stomach, trailing kisses down his naval.
"Kenshi, how is this helping?" Johnny asked, voice tight with nervousness hidden under frustration.
"Oh, this is all for me, starlight," Kenshi answered, his toothy smirk glinting in the low light of the room, "Will you let me suck you off, Johnny? Please?" Kenshi asked, desperation laced within his plea, and Johnny shivered at having this dangerous man ready to get on his knees for him.
"Let's get a little more comfy first, yeah?" Johnny tried, but Kenshi sunk to his knees in a heartbeat, pulling Johnny's waist to the edge of the bed, hiking one of his legs over his shoulder.
"Don't need to, want you like this," He answered, but he didn't move any further. Johnny realized he was waiting on him, for Johnny to tell him that it was alright, that he wanted this.
He adjusted his leg, sitting up a bit and pushing his hips further forward, giving Kenshi easier access. Johnny ran a hand through Kenshi's hair, the man all but preening at the touch, hands tightening around where they held Johnny's thighs.
"You ready, babydoll?" He asked, petting Kenshi's hair again. He got a pleasant sigh in response, a nod as Kenshi leaned forward, "Let me help you, Kendoll," Johnny sighed, the hand in Kenshi's hair pulling him forward.
It was easy once Kenshi got his mouth on him, the blind man wasting no time in licking a long stripe up from Johnny's cunt to his t-dick. The movie star hissed, mostly in surprise, getting used to the feeling of Kenshi's tongue.
Johnny was about to ask if this was really helping when he heard Kenshi stifle a moan between his thighs, the man's tongue gliding across Johnny's t-dick. It was all a blur from there for Johnny, the celebrity discovering that Kenshi had a talented mouth.
His tongue was deadly, Johnny shaking in no time, his thighs trapped under Kenshi's arms as the man never stopped, small moans slipping past his lips as he ate Johnny out with fervor.
Johnny was so out of it he didn't realize that Kenshi had slipped a hand under one of his thighs until he felt fingers press against his cunt.
He moaned his approval, Kenshi sliding two fingers in with ease, curling them and getting Johnny to fall apart in no time.
Kenshi didn't stop though, kept going, fingers curling and lips wrapped around Johnny's t-dick, a hum enough to get Johnny to shake. A desperate noise left the movie star as he tugged at Kenshi's hair, the man reluctantly pulling away.
"Fuck, like you were made to be on your knees," Johnny praised, a thoughtless smile on Kenshi's face, his chin glistening with slick. "Let me clean your face, honey," Johnny tried, but Kenshi shook his head, standing.
"Feels like my dick's about to fall off," He complained, a hand moving to give himself a squeeze, try to ease off some of the discomfort.
"I think we can multitask," Johnny smiled, grabbing a washcloth from the now tepid water bowl, pulling Kenshi over him as he leaned back.
Kenshi sighed, shimmying his sweats down just enough to free himself, Johnny taking in the sight of the tattoos around his hips, the green and red dragon scales swirling around his v lines.
"Go ahead, baby, c'mon," Johnny encouraged, helping Kenshi line himself up, the man almost brainlessly desperate, "There you go, you're alright now, hm?" Johnny soothed, Kenshi whining breathlessly as he bottomed out, Johnny shivering as Kenshi sank further and further in.
The movie star moved his hands up, the warmth of his palm reaching Kenshi's face before the cool rag, Johnny wiping away the mess from Kenshi's mouth.
Johnny gasped, feeling Kenshi pull back slightly just to push back in, the pace slow and gentle while Johnny was busy wiping his face.
"You almost done?" Kenshi asked, and Johnny scoffed.
"And you call me impatient," He teased, wiping off Kenshi's chin.
"You are." Kenshi replied, pulling back again, Johnny stifling a moan as Kenshi thrust in a little harder. "Please, starlight," Kenshi pleaded, and Johnny hummed, tossing the rag back into the water bowl, Kenshi sighing when Johnny grabbed his face again.
"Go ahead, Kendoll, make another mess." He whispered, and Kenshi felt like the air was forced out of his lungs. He leaned forward, Johnny wrapping his arms around his neck as Kenshi started up a faster pace.
Johnny was delighted to learn that Kenshi was loud, not necessarily in volume but in frequency, the man making small noises on every thrust in, breathy whimpers of Johnny's name leaving him every now and then.
"Doin' so good, Kendoll," Johnny groaned, Kenshi grabbing his hips and lifting him up slightly, Johnny gasping with a choked off moan, "There, don't stop," He ordered, and Kenshi kept going, Johnny held in place and used like a toy.
Kenshi was trapped in his head, never enjoyed being ordered around, much less in bed, but with the pollen in his system it was like he needed to.
He didn't mind it at all now that Johnny was a mess underneath him, hands scrabbling for purchase as he babbled about how perfect Kenshi was, how good he was being for him.
"Fuck," Kenshi sighed, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten, Johnny whimpering, his walls fluttering around him.
"C'mon, Kendoll," Johnny panted, a whimper leaving him as Kenshi never stopped, the man pulling him back onto his dick, "Cum for me."
Kenshi felt the knot in his stomach snap, felt Johnny's walls fluttering around him, a few more shallow thrusts enough to get another whimper out of him before he let himself lay over Johnny, soaking in the warmth of him as the cool evening air filtered into the room.
They laid for a moment, the two tired and Kenshi recovering as he felt his brain start to de-fog, his symptoms lessening.
"How're you feeling?" Johnny asked, a hand running through Kenshi's hair. He sighed, letting Johnny play with his hair a little longer before he hummed.
"I'm alright." He answered, and Johnny hummed back.
"Starting to feel normal again?"
"Yeah." Kenshi nodded, Johnny's hand never leaving his hair.
"I wasn't expecting you to be so..." Johnny started again, and Kenshi winced, pulling himself up.
"I'm not. Normally." He answered, Johnny laughing, not unkindly.
"No, no, it was nice, honestly. It was just new, that's all. Never seen you so docile before," He finished his last statement, Kenshi huffing and letting his head fall back onto Johnny's chest. "We should clean up." Johnny spoke, but he made no move to stop his hand in Kenshi's hair, or move his other arm to grab the rags which Kenshi knew were within reach.
"Mhm." He answered, feeling the exhaustion hit him full force. He heard Johnny chuckle, the man finally removing his hand from Kenshi's hair and worming his way out from under him.
"C'mon, we should shower now." Johnny suggested, helping Kenshi stand and move around again, pulling up his sweat pants from where they were resting around his thighs, Johnny grabbing another pair of shorts from his bag as Kenshi shuffled to grab towels. "Can't believe you tore those," Johnny grumbled, sounding more impressed than annoyed. Kenshi smiled.
"I'll be sure to be more careful next time." He answered, and he could tell that Johnny was staring at him, probably wide eyed and flushed.
"Next time?" He asked, and Kenshi shrugged.
"If you want. You did ask me if I would've wanted this without the effects of the pollen." Kenshi pointed, and he could feel the warmth from Johnny as he beamed.
"I did, didn't I?" He asked, though Kenshi knew it was a statement. He shook his head fondly, walking to the door of their shared barrack, grabbing the handle.
"Are you going to help me to the showers, or what?" Kenshi asked, hearing the patter of Johnny's feet against the wooden floor.
"C'mon, let's go get clean."