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OH MY GOD I JUST HAD THIS IDEA WHILE READING RUSSOLAW STUFF

WHAT IF OLDER DANIEL AND HIS TWIN BILLY WITH A YOUNGER JOHNNY OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND WITH OLDER JOHNNY AND YOUNGER BILLY AND DANIEL

YES👀

The image of two scrappy little guy’s fight for the pretty older guy🫠 The image of two hot older men fighting over a lovely younger guy🫠

Johnny met Daniel first; maybe he worked at the country club as a cart girl type (because Johnny in that outfit🤌). As much as Daniel likes to say he’s a calm guy who never feels jealous, he’s a rabid chiwawa about Johnny.

Sure, the kid isn’t his property or anything; he just happens to work at the club Daniel frequents and always shows up in his cart with Daniel’s favorite carbonated alcohol. Always in tight khakis, the shortest little shorts Daniel’s ever seen on a boy, or a godforsaken short skirt—long legs on display for him to ogle guiltily when Johnny is fetching him whatever he asked for (like a good boy.)

Johnny is used to the attention from perverted old men and cougars who terribly misread him at the club, getting patted on the rump by richies and slipped tips for "Being such a doll," as one woman put it. He definitely gave some trouble, he wasn’t especially polite or cheery on the job, but he made up for it plenty with flirtation. Daniel was the first guy there that Johnny genuinely sought out and dressed up for.

Billy coming to Cali was definitely not on Daniel’s radar, especially since they aren’t on the best terms.

He allows the guy to stay with him, though—he still loves him even if he is a prick; he’s family.

But it became very obvious that Billy still doesn’t know how to act because he caught him up with Anthony eating doritos and playing video games at 3 am when Anthony had school the very next morning—that ended in a big argument. Billy convinced him he’d stay out of trouble if Daniel got him out of the house and showed him his workplace, what he did all day.

"Come on. You ashamed to have me as a brother or somethin’? I’m so bored!”

“Yep. You’re a criminal.”

“I am not! You know I’m not!”

The dealership was thankfully uneventful. Amoush and the rest were there, but Amanda had already met him/knew about him and so did Louie (of course.)

It was the country club that Daniel should have never taken him to. He had gone to get a margarita when he heard a sweet "Hi, Mr. LaRusso!" Behind him.

He only turned around for a quick second, smiling at the sight of Johnny walking in his general direction, before turning back around and thanking the bartender.

To his horror, Billy was the one Johnny had gone up to mistakenly.”

"…But that’s life, doll. Can’t complain when there's pretty things like you.” He told him with a smile, rubbing his knuckles on Johnny’s burning cheek.

The boy looked way too into it. “I like this new shaggy look, sir.”

"Billy!"

Johnny’s head turned towards him immediately, confusion written all over his face. “…Mr LaRusso?”

“Hiya, Danny. Why didn’t you ever mention…” he looks over at Johnny. “I don’t believe I asked your name, sweetheart?”

The blonde gets that look on his face again, like he wants to pounce as he almost purrs. “I’m Johnny.” and gives Billy his hand.

Daniel digs his nails into his palm, trying not to give away his jealousy and frustration. “This is my twin, Billy. He’s here for a short visit.”

“Oh, I’m gonna stay a long time.”

"Why didn’t you ever tell me you had a brother? A baddass one at that!”

Daniel clenched his jaw. "I mentioned I had a sibling before. I must’ve."

He didn’t. He didn’t want Johnny to know about Billy because the boy surely would have gone looking for photos of him—realizing that he’s the bad boy version of him and liking him more than Daniel. And Daniel knows Billy has the exact same type as him, would take one look at the boy and start licking his lips like Sylvester the cat.

Well, Billy is a fraud. He’s never been cool or a real rebel—what kind of idiot thinks he’d go to jail over tuna?

But Johnny is extremely attracted to Daniel because he’s a wholesome dad, a good man with hairy arms and nice hands. A guy who can barbecue and could win in a fight nine times out of ten. A true manly man in Johnny’s eyes, no matter his height.

And boy, was he a hottie back then too. Johnny would have let that stick hit any time.

He enjoys his company and hearing what he has to say, even if it’s something cringy like asking if he’s “down with GOT”.

He’s just so kind and dreamy.

But LaRusso—the new one—is just as hot to him. He loves bad boys, especially the shameless ones. The ones that eyefuck Johnny, stare at his behind and don’t even try to hide it. The ones that whistle at him and tell him he has pretty lips. Johnny’s spread his legs for the bad ones as much as the good ones, and now it’s like he’s in a personalized wet dream having these opposites of each other that look exactly alike wanting him; he wonders how different their dicks are, he knows Mr LaRusso’s is big. He saw it when handing Daniel a towel in the sauna.

He’d already been drooling over it just from seeing it through Daniel’s trousers, but seeing it uncovered left him feeling even more desperate, felt like he had a fucking fever that night. He wonders if he could get them to plug him up on both ends and fuck him at the same time. (Cough. He can.)

And gosh golly do I love russolaw with Billy thrown in the mix and wanting to fuck the pretty older fella.

I’m putting tkk3 Daniel as a rival for Billy because the cute chub matches—but I also love twiggy tkk1 Daniel fighting him.

So…milfy and grabbable…so pretty—who wouldn’t wanna hit that. Look at those thighs. I’m sure he’d love having Billy and Daniel scrap with each other over who gets to walk him to his car after class. Last one is him teasingly scolding Billy/Daniel, who are fantasizing about getting between his legs mid word and fucking him him breathless—they’d even settle for pressing their dicks between his chubby thighs while he kept running his mouth.

Young Daniel weaseled his way into Johnny’s life, heart, and pants—which are what Daniel decided to bring up as a conversation starter when they met.

("Hey, I like your jeans." Johnny looked sort of confused as to why Daniel was telling him that, and he certainly didn’t seem to believe it. "Yeah?"

"yeah! Uh…Can I have your number?"

Way too quick, LaRusso.

The corner of Johnny’s lip twitched. "What do you need that for?"

Don’t chicken out; be straightforward, Daniel thought. "I’ve seen you in those flyers, and I…." Thought you were so hot “I’m interested in joining?" Dammit.

Johnny laughed, a little less on guard. "Could have sworn Aisha put the number for the dojo on there, but…" He gave Daniel a once over. a twerp with gentle eyes. Probably a monster cock that takes up half his body weight hiding in his pants. "Sure, I’ll write it down."

Daniel could have jumped for joy when Johnny did so, handing him a disposable coaster with his personal phone number on it.

"Anything else?"

He didn’t want to leave him just yet. "Yeah. What brand are your jeans?"

johnny shrugged. "Don’t remember, I’ll let you know when I take them off tonight." )

Maybe it was the typical bar meeting, or maybe Daniel and Johnny met at a construction site; either way, Johnny likes him. He also likes his fluffy hair and the way he stared at him like he was beautiful, not old and pudgy. He liked those guilty glances he shot him even more, like he just couldn’t help it. (Johnny’s tits are almost eye level with him, but he tries not to look and it’s cute). Kid is such a hopeless romantic but horny as a rabbit.

So maybe Johnny had his fun with that—bending over directly in front of Daniel, straddling him during training, laughing at his jokes, and crossing his arms like a girl trying to show off her cleavage—which is exactly what he was doing. Getting him hard on purpose, then doing nothing about it.

it was just so fun to give the kid blue balls. It was too adorable how he clearly wanted to tear off Johnny’s clothes and make him take it, but never attempted to ask or do so—too polite and traditional, too nice to straight up tell Johnny how badly he wants to gag him on his dick and watch him cry because he’d look even prettier on his knees. No, Daniel kept taking him out for dates, bringing him presents, and asking for nothing but to take him out again.

the next time Daniel came over with another potted flower and his favorite takeout, Johnny kissed him. He had just barely been able to wait for Daniel to set down the food and plant before he did so. Daniel told him he looked great the moment he walked through the door and smiled like he was genuinely just glad to see him—as if Johnny weren’t in just a tshirt and small briefs. Daniel himself smelled like plants and dirt and looked incredibly attractive.

Yet they still didn’t sleep together that night because Daniel is ever so the gallant and felt like showing Johnny that he didn’t only want him for his looks—like he hadn’t made Johnny feel special all month. Johnny wanted to at least jerk him off (he’s even done that for his own friends), finally touch the dick he’s been needing, and have something to think about later, but he didn’t want to push it and scare the kid off.

Billy, however, was not afraid to fuck Johnny immediately.

He brought Johnny things too: beef jerky and milkshakes, different kinds of beer he wanted him to try out, and flowers he found outside a gas station that he thought would look nice behind his ear.

He takes Johnny on drives in his beat up Miata, takes hims wherever he wants to go, and more. He’d ask him continuously for all his stories about the cobras and his motorcycle. About his glory days.

And he fucked Johnny not even a week after meeting him. Showed up for one of their little adventures and got invited in to "relax for a bit". Billy had been heavily flirting, dropping innuendos, and making it clear what he wanted, but also that he liked him and wasn’t only hanging out with him for some ass and a grope.

Johnny loves his leather jacket, greasy hair, crude talk, and nicely shaped, chapped lips; he reminds him a little of Dutch, which makes him like him even more.

But Johnny moved onto being a cocktease to both Billy and Daniel. Keeping eye contact while he’s sucking on something, ("Look at his blowie lips, Dan—" "Don’t talk like that about him.") and leans forward so they can look up his shirt. Not to mention all the things he does that are just cute. Like getting confused as to how any sort of technology that isn’t a Walkman or flip phone works and needing their help. Or the way his voice gets a little higher and airy when he’s around them.

Daniel knows his brother has been with Johnny, but that just makes him spoil the blonde more. He tries to show him that he’s the one who could really take care of him; he’s the one who loves him, but he starts to rethink his plan the more he catches Billy and Johnny making out while Billy’s hands—identical to Daniel’s—were touching the curvy body of the man he’s been holding himself back from.

He and Billy fought the first time Daniel walked in on him in the middle of fucking Johnny. Johnny’s wrists were tied to the bed and his mouth open and pink, mewling for Billy and looking like he was above cloud nine with tears running down his face and his legs spread wide. Daniel didn't need to see between them to know what was going on, especially when Billy wouldn’t shut the hell up, kept murmuring filth, and spanking Johnny indulgently"So fucking tight. Best ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, made to be fucked. That’s why you’re such a bitch sometimes; you just needed a good cock to calm you down."

Daniel just grabbed him without thinking when he said that, pushed him off of Johnny, and punched him in his dumb matching face. "Daniel, Billy, what the hell?!" Johnny yelled, but that didn’t stop them from squabbling and rolling around on the floor. Spouting insults at each other like they did in middle school. He kind of liked watching them fight, but the way his heart pounded at being entirely defenseless when there’s fighting around him was mostly from fear—which…also kind of turned him on, but he doesn’t want the boys to actually hurt each other. "Stop it!"

They ignore him or just don’t hear him. "Stop it, please!"

They finally stilled, bleeding and panting and staring up at him like puppies, both of whom were just rabid a second agoz

"Untie me. Now."

Both of them jumped to listen, each untying a wrist while Johnny chastised them.

"I’m sorry, Johnny, sweetheart. Don’t know what I was thinking."

“Sorry, angelo.”

Johnny wonders if he could get them to stand right next to each other with their thick, perfect cocks out so he could go back and forth between who he’s taking down his throat and who he’s jerking off. Maybe they’d let them press the tips together so he could lick them both—maybe they could even try and get as much of their dicks as they could in his mouth at the same time (spoiler alert: he can get them to do all of that and he can keep them both locked down.)

#lawrusso #Billy (Gambini) x Johnny #safety first #nsft

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ratcatcher0325 · 2 years

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Nobody’s Fool (Chapter #45)

Chapter #45. Penn takes a bite out of the Big Apple and gets some incredible news.

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Next: Chapter #46

CW: Adult language ________________________________________

NOBODY'S FOOL

Chapter #45: Mariposa

Word Count: 1,774 Read Time: Approx. 14 mins

[Eveline's POV]

We piled into our trusty van the morning after, and we were back to being one big, happy family. Dani drove, I sat passenger side and the boys were in the back. Penn sat on the console, leaning against my hand, legs crossed in front of him. I rested a few fingers around his ribs just in case we hit a bumpy patch in the road. He seemed comfortable and relaxed. His right arm was propped up between my finger and thumb, his hand resting on the base of my thumb. I was practically beside myself with giddiness every time he showed me he trusted me again. A sweet little kiss on the pad of my finger, the way he would absentmindedly wrap his hand around one of my nails, or when I could feel him looking at me, dreamily, and I’d pretend not to notice. I was so ridiculously in love with him.

In this moment, he was locked in a heated debate with the guys. They were trying to decide, all things being equal and if Penn were human sized, who of them would win in fight, Penn or Riley. Boys were always stupid, even if they were only as big as your hand. He leaned forward emphatically pointing at Riley, “No, dude, fuck you! I could so easily kick your ass! You’re literally high all the time!”

“No way! No fucking way. I’d break that pretty face of yours before you had time to swing back!” Riley retorted as he shadow boxed, looking absolutely laughable. I was pretty sure he’d never scrapped a day in his life. “I mean, c’mon, look at these guns!!” He flexed his arm and then pulled up his shirt. I hated to admit it, but there was more muscle definition than I was expecting for a man who smoked weed and ate a steady diet of Doritos everyday. Travis laughed of course, knowing that he could have taken either of them with his eyes closed.

“Oh is that how we’re doing it? Alright!” Before I could hold him back, Penn leapt up and ripped off his t-shirt too, spreading his arms and flexing. He wasn’t muscle bound by any means, but he certainly had quite a bit more definition than Riley. There was no denying this and Riley realized he was losing ground. He sighed.

“Whatever, man! I’d love to see you try!”

“So that’s settled then! I’m clearly the winner!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Don’t need to, it’s obvious enough as is!!” He beat his chest like a proud and very very stupid gorilla. Before he could bask in his so called victory, though, Riley’s finger pressed into his middle, making him stagger backwards, “Hey! No fair!” The finger came at him again but this time he was prepared. He leapt onto it, wrestling the whole of Riley’s Index finger trying to bend it backwards. He couldn’t, of course. But it was pretty fun to watch him try. Finally, out of breath, he tapped the surface of the console. “I’m out!” He heaved. Travis and I locked eyes with each other and soon we were all busting up, tears welling in our eyes as we recognized how goddamn stupid that whole thing had just been.

I pinched his shirt between two fingers and held it before him, “Want this back?” He looked up at me and nodded, taking it from me and pulling it over his head. “You guys are such idiots!” I shook my head at them. Penn made puppy dog eyes and threw himself on top of my hand.

“Yeah, but we’re your idiots and you’re stuck with us forever!!” He curled up into the crook of my hand, kissing my skin and looking up at me with big, adorable eyes. He was right. I wrapped my fingers around him and lifted him up, holding him close to my face.

“Ugh! I’m way too easily manipulated by you, you know that?”

“It’s the one advantage I have: being cute and winning your heart! Can you blame a guy for trying his best?” He looked up at me sheepishly through those sweet brown eyes. I couldn’t win, not with an adorable face like that! I kissed him on the cheek, before lowering him back down.

************

When we arrived in New York, I was immediately reminded of just how minuscule I really was. This place was crawling with humanity in every possible square inch. My jaw dropped at the sheer scale of it all. The gang took me to Times Square and my eyes were aglow with all the insanely bright digital billboards bursting with color, while people swarmed around each other, the sound of grinding brakes and tires on pavement as traffic moved at a painfully slow shuffle, the buzz of conversations in all different languages from around the world, vendors selling cheap commercial art, records, souvenirs, hot dogs and tacos. Eveline kept me on her shoulder, wrapped up in her scarf to keep warm. “This place is insane!!” I whispered into her ear. She laughed, gingerly resting a finger on my knee.

“I know! Welcome to the Big Apple!!”

“Big is an understatement!” I chuckled in pure awe. She laughed, turning her head to kiss me.

“C’mon, let’s get settled in, yeah?”

I soon found myself on a hotel bed as Eveline unpacked a few things. It was moments like this where I wished I could help her, let her relax while I carried her stuff and organized the space. Instead, I fiddled with my guitar, seated cross legged in the exact center of the bed.

As soon as she was done, she crawled on the bed toward me, then leaned down to press her lips into mine, my body shivering with joy as she touched me. I kissed her back, grateful to be alone with all her attention on me… that is until her phone began to ring. I still hated those things. She pulled away, much to my disappointment, to look at the caller ID. Her brow furrowed. “Who is it?” I whispered.

She shook her head, “Don't know…” she answered the call. Her hand resting gently on my body, as I sat up, curious to see what was going on. “…. This is she…” she locked eyes with me, her expression brightening, “Yes, of course! He’s right here, give us just one moment…” a smile painted her features as she muted the phone call, and placed the device at my feet. She brushed my cheek with the pad of her thumb. I leaned in to her, practically trembling with anticipation… What is it, Eveline? “The woman on the line is from a major record company… she wants to meet with you about an offer…. A solo offer.” My jaw hung open. Was it possible? Me? What would this mean for the band? Was I even ready for something like that? My face flushed, as I managed to nod my head. She caressed my spine and shoulders as she unmuted the call.

The voice through the speakers was melodic, soft, “Hello? Am I speaking with the world’s most famous pet?” I squirmed from embarrassment, chuckling.

“Uh, that’s, that’s very kind of you. This is Penn, yes. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

“So polite! My name is Naomi Delgado, and I am a representative of Mariposa Records. I happen to be in our offices in the city today, and I’d like to invite you to come see me. You’ve made quite the stir in the indie music community and we couldn’t help but notice your exceptional talent. Would you be available this afternoon?” I locked eyes with Eveline, she was nodding emphatically, playing with my hair. I kissed her finger.

“Yes! Certainly! It’d be an honor.” She gave us the address of the office, and we freshened up and I packed my guitar as Travis entered our room. We’d asked him to come up to discuss this sudden and unexpected change. Eveline had placed me on the surface of the desk while Travis sat in the office chair, leaning on his elbow propped up close to me. “What do you think?” I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, genuinely curious about his response.

“You want my honest opinion?” I nodded my head, “I think you should go for it.” I let out a sharp breath I’d been holding on to, “I truly believe you’ve got the talent to pull it off, and I think you’ll be able to do more to advocate if it’s just your voice. I’m so proud of you, man. It was such an honor to go on this journey with you.” His voice cracked slightly with emotion.

I couldn’t help the tears welling up in my eyes, “Don't talk like this is goodbye! I’d wanna open for you and keep collaborating…”

Travis smiled as he placed a massive finger on my shoulder, “Penn, I promise, pretty soon we will be opening for you, not the other way around…” I smiled, pressing my hand into the bed of his nail, my eyes bright with amazement. Travis always seemed to have his finger on the pulse of where I’d head next, even before it had registered as a possibility for me. He cleared his throat, “Besides, Spence called and said he’s finally healthy enough to travel, he booked a flight and wanted to come jam with us. Now, I suppose it’ll be his first show back headlining and your last show as an official member of the band… what do you think??” Good, if I went independent, Spence would have his place in the band again, all seemed to fit into place.

Still, I chuckled and shook my head, “Well, I think I have to still meet with this woman first! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!” Trav shrugged. I loved when he got that passionate glint in his eye, enthusiastic for the future.

“I’ve got no doubt in my mind, Penn, you’re gonna do incredible things.” Tears welled up in my eyes, as I slipped under his thumb, wrapping my arms around the flesh of his palm and squeezing as hard as I could. He wrapped his fingers around me, warmly embracing me in return.

“No matter what the future holds, you’ll always be my brother…”

He beamed, “Cowpokes for life, man!” I caught Eveline’s eyes as she watched this scene unfold. She was bursting with pride and love. I couldn’t help the warm tears that streamed down my cheek. I loved these two humans with all my heart.

Now, to see where I was taking them next!

#Big Apple #Cowpokes for life is my new motto #Should I make t-shirts?#g/t related #g/t #g/t community #g/t au #giant/tiny #g/t fluff #sfw g/t #oc:penn #size difference

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