High on you

I'll Cry Instead

Paul watched the passing scenery as John cursed under his breath, tugging on the steering wheel. Paul giggled to himself and sat back as John pulled into the lot. As they parked Paul was able to glance around. Through the few windows that weren't misted, Paul could see the likes of many teenagers heavily making out.

Paul pulled back from the window with a small blush tinting his face. John was already setting up the speaker on the side of the door. With a few frustrated hiccups, John sat back successfully. He turned his head to face Paul.

"So, tell me what's this film about." Paul licked his lips and leaned on the bench of the seat. John chuckled.

"Well...s'one of those action films right? And with one of those saucy criminal couples running from the cops, and having the best sex of their lives." John had gotten incredibly close to Paul, just dying to be that intimately near him again.

Paul was humming and nodding along. John licked his lips just as the raunchy music of the film kicked in. "Gotta love it." John quirked his head, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. Just as John went to lean in, the car next to them began to shake. Paul immediately turned his head, scrunched up his nose but then turned back. However John continued to stare.

"John, don't stare. It's rude." Paul tapped his shoulder. John just leaned over Paul's shoulder.

"It's a free show..."

Paul pushed his shoulder and knocked John over. He collected himself and smoothly got up. He gave Paul a smirk. "Why don't we put one on ourselves?"

Paul giggled. "How do you expect to do this in a small car John?"

Swiftly, John climbed on top of Paul and pulled the old squeaky lever just under the seat. Paul's chair immediately reclined. And Paul couldn't help but start to laugh and drag his hands down John's delighted face.

John licked his lips as he looked down at the lad he'd been hooked on ever since their night together. He was too beautiful, and John was near the point of mentally begging Paul to touch him again. To have the privilege of being with the classy lad again. And not for the first time, John thought about how he must be wasting Pauls time. He wasn't good enough for Paul.

And when John lowered himself to kiss Paul, Johns cologne over powered him.

''Yer a tease, y'know that?'

Pete's disgusting voice rang in Paul's ears.

'flashing yer slutty nail polish and then getting pissed when I want ya?'

The pit of Paul's stomach burned and suddenly he became highly aware that he wasn't comfortable in his surroundings.

'Don't be a slut Paul'

John's voice sneered in his head, and Paul felt on the verge of tears. John was still above him as the voices swirled in his mind. He hiccuped. And suddenly, he shoved John off of him and sat up. John's breathing slowed, eyes clearly worried and rejected. "Paul...are you ok?"

Paul gripped hard at the seat and slowly pulled the lever so the seat would support him. "I'm gonna...get popcorn." Paul stuttered and quickly retreated from the car. Leaving a confused John behind.

Paul shivered as he walked over to the snack stand. His eyes were slightly misty as he walked through the humming crowd of cars. He tried not to look through window shields. The last thing he wanted to see was what was causing the rattling. He wiped at his mouth and leaned on the counter.

He made his order for the popcorn and waited, hoping to squeeze as much time out of this as he can. Beside him, a lad strolled up with a blissful look on his face and sweat down the side of his face. It wasn't very had to figure out what he had been doing. They glanced at each other and Paul gave in to his manners.