Back Fence Talk
Jehanparnasse week - Day 5 - Rumour Cw - implied/referenced sexual content, mention of drugs, high school
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“People have been talking about you,” Jehan said casually as they passed the cigarette back to Montparnasse. They were skipping algebra again, choosing instead to meet Montparnasse at the the concret half-fence behind the school. They weren’t sure what class Montparnasse was missing. His attendance was sporadic at best, and he had often claimed Jehan was the only reason he hadn’t dropped out altogether. 18, and in the last few months of Terminale, Jehan sometimes felt as though they were holding their breath, watching the future loom.
Montparnasse was lounging in the sun like a cat, sitting on the ground with his back to the fence, explicitly aware of the way Jehan watched him. His lips parted in a soft O as he exhaled and then smiled. “I should hope so,” he said. “There’s not much else around here worth discussing.” “Someone was saying you’re the kingpin in an elaborate drug ring.” Montparnasse snorted. “Boring and uncreative, as always.” “Someone else argued that you’re actually a 30-year-old undercover narc, and that’s why you’re never in class.” “I’m offended. Who thinks I look 30? I’d rather die than get that old.” Jehan ignored that. “What I was most interested to hear were all the details on your sex life. Apparently you’ve been getting it on all over the school.” Montparnasse turned his head, matching the glint in their eye with his own smirk. “Really. I wonder which ones they got right.” “I heard the stairwell by the gym,” Jehan said as Montparnasse slowly reached out to run his hand over the back of their head and neck. “Bullshit. Too echoey.” “And dirty,” Jehan agreed with a sigh as Montparnasse brushed their hair away from their neck. “Leo Leblanc swore up and down you’ve fucked in the proviseur’s office.” “As if I would want any reason to think about that hag during sex,” scoffed Montparnasse, and he ducked his head to lay a kiss on Jehan’s neck. They tilted their head back and shivered. “It’s funny,” they mused. “No one ever seems to mention who you’re fucking. Maybe they’re all just fantasizing about being the co-star in these stories.” Montparnasse smiled against their throat. “Were there any more guesses?” “Mmm. No. Nobody thought of the auditorium wings.” “Dark and quiet,” Montparnasse breathed, his lips ghosting over a collarbone. “Or the study rooms off the library.” They shuddered as Montparnasse’s hand crept up under their shirt. “Or the -ohh- the little patch of greenery behind the school.” Montparnasse didn’t answer, his mouth occupied. Words quickly abandoned Jehan too.
