gasoline [boyxboy]

two

 "our lives don't collide, I'm aware of this"

Enzo's car smelt exactly like Connor envisioned it to, Axe and smoke. He sat in the passenger seat as Enzo pulled out of the convenience store parking lot. Sitting inside Enzo's car, with his music playing, surrounded by a scent only Enzo could make appealing was like a glance into his abysmal personality. Connor wanted to be surrounded by it.

The road in front of them was empty as Enzo reached across Connor's lap, his fingers brushing against his thigh. He pulled out a plastic bag containing a bunch of joints. Connor watched, entranced, as Enzo put one end of the bag between his front teeth and pulled gently, the ripping sound oddly fascinating to Connor. He'd smoked joints before; he spent his afternoons getting high in the garage before working his shift. The high made the customers a bit more tolerable. 

But Enzo's tongue tracing around the end of the joint before his lips wrapping around it dreamily seemed almost vulgar to Connor. He was always attracted to the wrong gender, and he'd been able to suppress it successfully, fucking girls who'd fall to their knees for a pack of cigarettes and chugging beers with the boys, listening to Richard's filthy 'I fucked your mum' jokes. Coming across boys like Enzo, in a neighborhood like this was uncanny, these boys were so fucking absorbed in their masculinity that even wearing pink earned you nasty looks and homophobic slurs in the hallway. Liking a boy here was almost as good as writing your own obituary.

But Enzo was different. With his high cheekbones and pouty lips, he looked almost feminine. He didn't overcompensate for his womanly looks by wearing baggy jeans and dirty t-shirts; instead he wore clothes highlighting those features. His current jeans clung to his legs, and although his sweatshirt was baggy, it rested on the edge of his shoulder, letting Connor sneak a glimpse of the prominent collarbone underneath. As Enzo rested his head against his seat, smoke clouding their vision, his hand on the steering wheel relaxed, making the car glide lazily.

Connor had never felt calmer.

"Want a hit?" The burning embers at the edge taunted Connor. His original high had worn off completely, leaving him with a murky head filled with thoughts about his deadbeat family and the bills due the following week. He'd already had the power cut off once, and the hot water had abandoned their house a few weeks ago. He had to complete his homework, make something to eat, make sure his mother came home.

His life was a series of incessant responsibilities and he was just so fucking done.

"Why not?"

Enzo smirked before Connor plucked it from in between his fingertips, taking along drag and letting it soothe his nerves, the smoke creating a warm cocoon around his head, warmth that felt novel to Connor every single time. After a couple more drags he turned to Enzo to see him with another joint dangling lazily between his lips. His shaggy hair was flopping with the wind and he had a slight grin etched onto his lips.

"You're staring, Con," his words were muffled as he tried to balance the joint and talk at the same time.

"Con?"

"Nickname, Connor's a mouthful," his small grin had bloomed into a full smirk as he glanced at Connor from the corner of his eyes.

"I live on the Southside, just by the tracks," Connor expected Enzo to live somewhere up north. If he could afford a car, he probably did.

"I know, I live two blocks down. My dad gets high with yours."

"Ah, so we're already bonded."

"We should already be fucking."

Connor's eyes widened as he turned to look at Enzo. He was still smirking as he turned around towards his house. Enzo noticed Connor's scandalizing expression before he started laughing.

"I'm kidding," Connor relaxed as he noticed the crinkle by Enzo's eyes as he continued laughing.

Connor was nearly home when he realized that he have to return back to his dull reality, leaving behind this angelic yet sickening human being. He decided he'd never be able to understand and appreciate this confusing boy and settled on just locking away this night somewhere behind happy childhood memories. He treasured this almost as much.

"You're home."

Connor snapped out of it when Enzo tapped his fingers on his arm, he was close enough that Connor could see his dilated pupils in a haze of red and his smirk that was permanently etched on his face.

"Don't dream about me too much, Con," Enzo mock saluted him before zooming off.

It was in those few moments that Connor realized that Enzo was absolutely beautiful and he was absolutely fucked.

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