Leakee had no idea how Mox had managed to get into this party – it wasn’t exactly a closed invitation, but it wasn’t the kind of crackhead gathering that was more Mox’s speed. No, it was a real party, full of teenagers hanging out to look cool and pretend they were having a good time.
Except maybe it wasn’t that surprising, considering that the guy who’d thrown the party was known to be into harder stuff. On the football team but free from any worry of being drug tested – coaches knew at that point who would pass and who would fail and administered them accordingly, if at all, because the record of wins and losses on the field was more important than the integrity of the team.
The real mystery was why Mox decided that he’d be up Leakee’s ass the entire time. He’d already succeeded in cock-blocking Leakee, scaring off the guy he’d been flirting with, and now there was … this. He knew how it looked, too, hoped that no one got the wrong idea about it all. Mox hanging off of Lea like they were friends when they were far from it, giving what he assumed were meant to be kisses like they had a thing.
But of course, the broken soundtrack of insults that always spilled from Mox’s stupid mouth didn’t stop – Leakee was starting to think that he couldn’t stop talking shit. Would explain why he said things to guys twice his size that he knew would get his ass kicked.
“What?” Mox’s voice had faded a bit, Leakee’s attention elsewhere, but hearing that word caught his attention. An incredulous laugh, pulling out his phone even as he nudged Mox’s side with an elbow. “Say it again,” Leakee ordered, a shit-eating grin on his face.
He’d think about it later, once the high he’d been savoring wore off and the taste of whatever ritzy cologne Leakee wore to hide his bad personality could be tasted in the back of his throat. He’d think about each kiss that lasted a fraction too long and how warm bronzed skin was when he was pressed so near. Waiting for later to come, however, allotted more time to dive down a rabbit hole Jon had no business near. No place to be biting back and grin while he chuckled, legs wobbly and insisting he stand that much closer… insisting he nestle his forehead against a broad shoulder as the request order was delivered.
He might not’ve wanted to, but with his bottom lip caught by teeth and a swivel in his stance, the brief but incriminating confession was voiced once more. I love you. Drawn out and louder than the time prior, punctuated by what might’ve been a sloppy kiss if it landed somewhere besides Leakee’s jaw. If it was less teeth and more… meaningful. More than pressed laughter against a pulse as his posture sagged and arms meant to be draped over shoulders moved down to hips instead. Thumbs in belt loops, tugging…
“Said I love y’ ya stupid piece’a shit…” still slurred, as uneven as his thoughts and more lost than the sense that said it was time to leave over an hour ago. Mouth working steadily upward, purchasing claims at the corner of the other’s mouth before breaths dragged and legs begged to give out beneath him. The result, thin arms dangling from around a deceptively strong neck before a set on the kitchen floor brought opportunity from snake an embrace around Leakee’s legs instead. Keep him close while peppering kisses over jean-clad thighs.
He didn’t love him. Hadn’t ever thought to attempt as much, either, and whatever voice made a reach to remind him as much was snuffed by desperate whispers to the contrary. A mantra half-sobbed and growing louder.
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