As Anthony left, their expressions immediately changed, with the venomous anger melting off their faces and leaving behind a quaint shade of longing and coolness that they often used as a way to appropriately react to surprising things but still stay in control.
They were left alone in the shade of the birch tree behind the peeling brick building of the communal showers metres away from the hubbub of the Devonlea boys.
This was it. The part of weekly sporting sessions that he also loved so much. The part of making Chris his again. Each day that Jonny did not see him, he felt like his dose of medicine was depleting. Chris longed for his fill of Jonny every week, and it was a little alarming, how much he constantly wanted the other boy for himself. They wouldn't admit it, they couldn't admit it, but they were indeed two possessive boys just hopelessly in love.
They had missed each other to bits, and Jonny could crush Chris in a hug right now, but that he thought that just wouldn't do. Both were facing the dilemma of playing cool, true to their own nature, or just immersing themselves in each other straightaway.
It was a minute or so as the two just stared at each other, eyes taking in each other and mouths slightly parted.
Jonny yet again realised just how handsome the other boy really was, his golden overflowing curls were sculpted just around his face, pale-ish skin with no blemishes. His face was perfectly proportionate, well to him at least, and those youthful aqua eyes just radiated.
Chris was thinking similar thoughts, though being absorbed in those emerald windows into Jonny's soul instead. His love for the other boy just magnified in alarming proportions. Well, he was pretty confident it was love. He needed contact. He needed Jonny.
Without a word, Chris' lanky pale arms snaked themselves around Jonny's waist. It was a lean, muscular middle and he could feel his smooth back even over the scratchy uniform. They looked at each other again, faces centimetres away from the other. And all they did was get closer and closer. Jonny could feel Chris' hot breath on his face, a faint citrus, and his golden ringlets were so close that they tickled Jonny's forehead. Jonny chuckled boyishly, face going slightly pink. This was all the more endearing for Chris.
"Jonathan..." Chris' ocean eyes, on fire with the help of overactive hormones, glowed as he uttered Jonny's name in a voice much much deeper than when he had spoken to Anthony minutes before.
Jonny's giggles trailed away, as looked at Chris, who suddenly looked like he was ready to devour him at any minute. It was a bit scary, his young face a stark contrast to all the adult things going through his mind, which were reflected in his eyes that looked years older.
"Chris-to-pher." Jonny copied his tone, and did a good job of it, his voice deep and rough, drawing out the syllables while his vision was lost in Chris' own. His arms too wound around Chris, gripping onto him like a limpet. Chris's heart had started to beat faster and harder, and there was no sign of it slowing down anytime soon.
"Been awhile since I've seen you," Jonny lifted his eyebrows while slowly but surely pushing Chris backwards to the trunk of the birch, grasping him like his life depended on it. Chris winced as those fingers dug into his midriff but he wasn't complaining. Jonny's expression was a bit too overpowering for his liking, and he couldn't bear to see him smirking like that with no consequences.
The rough bark of the trunk dug into his back, which was a little uncomfortable. Chris ignored it though, his mind was on Jonny and Jonny only.
"It has too," he agreed shortly. His brain was a bit fuzzy, desperately trying to sort itself out so that he could have the upper hand. It proved extremely hard to do so when Jonny did what he did next.
