in the shadows of our hearts
Johnny can still remember the way he smelled.
It hasn't even been three hours since they saw each other last, but Johnny can remember his smell, the tentative press of their lips and how each press grew firmer, more confident. He can remember gasping for breath and inhaling the scent of him, diving in for more. There were hands-- so many hands, they each had sprouted extra limbs, Johnny was sure-- and the slide of tongues and the tiniest hint of teeth, sharp and shiny.
The memory makes Johnny tingle.
He can still feel the blunt bite of the metal lockers behind him, gnawing into his shoulder blades, the way his breath caught in his throat when he felt fingers slip under his warm-up shirt. Johnny had wanted more, but the other boy was unwilling to give it to him.
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Johnny decides, sort of ridiculously and spur of the moment, that he will call his boy Alex. Alex is a good name, it's gender-neutral, and he won't actually run into the issue of outing someone accidentally and pissing them off.
He doesn't want a pissed off fuck-buddy, after all.
Not that they do any actual fucking, because it's been two days and all they've done is explore every part of each other with their mouths and fingers. Johnny lives for the feel of Alex's hands, learning every bump and curve of his body, every imperfection on his skin, and somehow still wanting to kiss him, even though he's seen mostly everything.
On some level, the realist in Johnny thinks that Alex is probably just a horny teenager, much like himself, and just wants wants wants. But then again, Johnny doesn't really mind, because he, too, just wants wants and wants. Sometimes he feels like he could take everything Alex has to give him, but then he remembers it's been two days and he will not be one of those annoying girls in his school that just says she's in love with anyone after two days. He's better than that. He knows he's not in love. Just lust.
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Johnny's phone beeps on the bedside table in his hotel room, and he flicks it open.
New Message: Alex
hey r u coming ovr 2nite??? i want u 2
Johnny has to pause at the terrible text speak that Alex is using, but he decides he can forget it long enough to make out with him.
yeah, give me ten minutes and I'll be there
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He knocks quietly, because it's rude to wake people up, and he definitely doesn't want anyone to know he's here, and he's pretty sure Alex doesn't either.
The door opens enough for him to go in, and he does, closing it softly with a click once he's in. He's greeted with Alex's chest, the smell that overwhelms him, makes him a little dizzy and he has to take a deep breath.
"You alright?" Alex asks him, touching a finger gently to Johnny's temple, tickling. Johnny smiles up at him.
"Yeah, I'm great, now."
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Alex's hands slide behind Johnny's head, cupping it before he leans down to kiss him again, slow and sweet, just how Johnny's gotten used to it. He kisses back with everything he has, his own hands going to the collar of Alex's shirt, tugging, pulling him closer. They make their way over to the bed, and Johnny falls on to it, under Alex, but he can't even care because he can't stop pulling at Alex's shirt, sliding his hands over the smooth skin, making little noises into Alex's mouth. He feels a little ridiculous, but mostly he just feels good, and he wants to bottle that feeling and keep it forever.
They break apart with a gasp, and Alex starts to kiss down Johnny's neck, making him shiver.
"You like that?" Alex murmurs in his ear, and Johnny nods, breathless. Alex grins and moves to suck a mark into Johnny's chest, just below his collarbone, where no one can see. Johnny wonders if that makes them special, now. Official or something. He doesn't really think about it as Alex's fingers ghost over his nipple and he gasps again, surprised.
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning," Johnny says in response to nothing and Alex stops, lifting his head to look at Johnny.
"Well, we should make the most of this, then."
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