Johnny insisted to tag along with V, even though the merc warned him it was going to be a slow gig, with a lot of observation and waiting, and very little action. It didn’t deter the resurrected rocker, who said - to V’s chagrin - that he was bored out of his fucking mind and didn’t have anything better to do.
Even more worrying, he announced he was going to join V a little while later because he needed to prepare some things.
Some things happened to be a crate of beers, a bottle of tequila, and pizzas.
“Johnny, I’m on a job, this ain’t a fucking picnic…”
“Who said it can’t be both? C’mon V, have a little fun, it’s not gonna kill you.”
V refrained from pointing out they were on top of one of the higher buildings in Night City, without any barriers to keep them away from the void should one of them (Johnny) stumble over the parapet in a drunken haze.
He sighed and nodded, and had to bite his cheek to stop smiling at Johnny’s shit eating grin.
V was already set: the sniper rifle waiting with its muzzle over the parapet, extended in the direction of V’s target: he was overseeing a meeting between his client and a buyer. The client suspected his buyer of fool play, and was counting on V to put a bullet through their head should they show signs of not playing fair during the exchange.
The meeting was happening in the adjacent megabuilding, in a living unit the client had rented for the occasion.
So while V checked his settings in the visor, Johnny went on with his picnic, and even pulled out a blanket.
“Should I expect candles and a proposal?” The merc joked, getting a finger in reply. He grinned before focusing back on his target. The meeting hour was getting close, and V could observe his client pace back and forth in front of the window.
He heard Johnny uncap a beer, and a second one before bringing the first one to V, lying on his front in imitation of the merc.
“I’m not drinking, J. I need to be clear headed.”
He knew without checking that Johnny rolled his eyes at that.
“More for me, then.”
The rocker seemed content to drink in silence, allowing V to watch the byer come into the room. The silence was short lived, however.
“Did you know there is a guy dancing naked, two stories down?” Johnny said, and without meaning to, V glanced at him to discover him with binoculars perched on his nose and a smoke between his lips.
With a discreet sigh, V went back to position, and ignored him.
“Ah, apparently it was his warming ritual before jerking off. He’s making a grand show of it, too.”
Through his visor, V could see his client and his buyer seated at the table strategically placed in front of the window. A suitcase was waiting between them, but so far, the conversation looked relaxed.
“Ah, he’s gonna get jizz everywhere, it’s not gonna be pretty.”
Despite himself, V fell to temptation and pointed his rifle slightly lower. The guy was indeed in the middle of his room, kneeling and doing his business like it was the best sex he’d ever had.
With a long suffering sigh, he repositioned the rifle.
“Ya know, watching a random guy jerk off ain’t super straight behavior.”
“Oh I think we were all here to celebrate my heterosexuality’s funeral. I distinctly remember you and Kerry playing a key part in it.”
V chuckled, replaying the fond memory in his mind's eye. In the real world, he saw his client tense and refocused on that, finger on the trigger.
“Oh, plot twist, the NCPD just barged in. Man, they got great timing,” he recounted while V followed the silent conversation across the void: his services were going to be needed in a minute, if he believed his instincts.
“Oopie oopsie, one dutiful officer just got a load on his boots and they’re mad. Oof, that was nasty,” Johnny went on. “Ah, they’re taking him away. He’s in for a nice walk of shame in front of the neighbors.”
V couldn’t help but snort, imagining the scene, but his distraction was cut short as his client’s buyer pulled a gun out.
Taking a deep breath, V prepared to fire… Only for him to grunt as Johnny crawled on all four over him and grinded against his ass.
“Fuck, Johnny! Get off!”
“That’s the plan.”
“I mean it!” V complained as he repositioned the rifle, taking aim again.
Over him, the rocker snorted and nuzzled the sensitive part of his neck playfully.
“C’mon, take the shot, big bad merc like you has nerves of steel,” he crooned.
V prided himself on his cold blood in most situations, but there were a few instances where he was basically a slave to baser instincts, mainly any situation involving sex, Johnny and/or Kerry. Johnny knew it and abused the knowledge regularly to get what he wanted or just torture his friend. Like today.
He rocked against V’s ass playfully, forcing V to lock all his muscle to not move an inch.
His client was holding his hands up and being more professional than V: he wasn’t glancing at the window, but V read the signal all the same: his index made a little swirling movement.
“C’mon V, don’t botch the job, take. the. shot,” Johnny whispered right in his ear before licking it.
V took the shot, and watched the buyer's head explode, covering his client in goop and blood. But he was safe. Releasing the gun, V turned and tackled Johnny to the ground before grinding against him.
“You’re gonna regret that.”
Johnny laughed out loud, and reached out to the side to retrieve a bottle of lube that he shook in front of V’s eyes.
“Sure I will, tiger. Do your worst.”
They spent the night here, their skins cooling off thanks to the breeze constantly blowing at this height. They ate the pizzas cold and drank all the beers before Johnny started on the tequila between two cigarettes.
“What do you think that guy did to have the NCPD barge in on his me-time?” John asked, words slurring with his drunken state.
“Who cares,” V mumbled, hands behind his head, looking at the advertising holograms rising slowly into the sky.
“What a tragedy,” Johnny bemoaned, making V laugh again.
“You would think so.”
“It should be a constitutional crime, let a guy finish properly instead of ruining him buzz. Poor bloke.”
Turning on his side, V stole Johnny’s smoke.
“You’re just commiserating ‘cause you know that could’ve been you.”
“I would never let the NCPD surprise me like that, V. Question of honor. I would face them on my two feet.”
“You would use your cock as a weapon, too, since you’re convinced the thing has super powers.”
“The thing,” Johnny repeated in distaste. “Fine, see if I use it to make you come after calling it that.”
V raised an eyebrow at him.
“Not super worried, J. You’re the slut here.”
“And proud to be! You should try it V.”
Their banter went on for a while and devolved into another round before they fell asleep one on top of the other.
V woke up when the sun fell on his closed eyelids, bringing a hangover with it and making him moan miserably.
Johnny’s brilliant ideas…
He sat up with a grunt and looked around. He was alone on the blanket, surrounded by the empty beer bottles. One had visibly escaped the others’ fate as Johnny was drinking it, perched on the parapet, with a leg dangling in the void.
Yawning and stretching, V shivered in the cold morning air. The sun was just reaching over the horizon, piercing through two tall buildings on the east. The sight still took v’s breath away and he sat there for a minute, just taking it in. The cold made him start to move, pulling his clothes back on and finding Johnny’s pack a few feet away. He pulled the last cigarette out and went to join his friend, feet over the drop.
“Hey,” Johnny greeted him, voice low and gravely from the alcohol and the smoking. His usual morning voice, then.
“You know, we have a really great bed at my place or at Kerry’s, so I really don’t get why we slept on a measly blanket on the ground.”
In answer, Johnny just waved his chrome arm around.
“‘Cause it’s only here you get to see the sun rise over your kingdom, V.”
The merc looked at it: the streets not yet that busy, the tall shadows under the building as the sun fought them away, and the general atmosphere of a new dawn, full of opportunities.
He grunted in ascent, pulling on the smoke.
“Am I right or am I right?” Johnny still asked, because he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to be praised.
“Sure, you’re right. Now give me that bottle.”
“Of course, my king,” Johnny replied with a flourish, making V snort.
When I showed the pic to @m-lter she said that Johnny looked absolutely faded and she was totally right since I told myself the same thing when I took the pic. But since it’s Johnny’s natural state, I kept it that way and decided to write a little story as a companion to the pic.
So Merry Christmas to y’all who celebrate it, even though this clearly has nothing to do with Christmas, I’m just posting it today.
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