"I'm enamoured with you, Jay." Chris stared into Jonny's eyes doozily, nuzzling the other boy's neck with his curls. He loved twisting Jonny's name around in posh professions of love.
"...As I am with you." Jonny struggled to reply, his mind still awfully randy and focusing on Chris's hands slowly moving around his abdomen.
Chris contemplated him intensely for a minute, face crimson but eyes lustfully blue.
"Further?" his eyes turned demanding but still sought permission.
Jonny knew that they both wanted the exact same thing, but he wasn't so willing to take that risk a few metres away from the other boys with the consequence of their reputations crashing down. As out there as he was, he was a bit more guarded about how others viewed him. He practically led the regime of hating Devonlea's guts, but here he was, snogging the most respected and popular boy there like there was no tomorrow. The other boys wouldn't appreciate his hypocrisy for the sake of following his own desires, but he couldn't help it. He had clumsily let Chris had take over his whole heart. And now, he was dying to give himself entirely to him, let Chris take over his body too. Chris' head filled with the exact same doubts.
"I would go further, but we're in public and I'm supposed to act like I want to skin you alive and punch you black and blue whenever I see you."
"Well, I do go black and blue whenever we're together." Chris wore an impish grin feeling around the dark blue marks on his neck and collarbone, "Especially since you enjoy making a meal out of my neck."
Jonny went red. He loved it when Chris was so direct, but was it so embarrassing.
"Further we'll go. But not now." the answer was firm.
"Fine." Chris sighed, a compromise was better than nothing.
Silence fell upon the two boys, but with their bodies tangled up in each other, it wasn't too awkward as they stood there for awhile listening to each other's breathing and being thankful for merely each other's presence.
"Jon?"
Jonny looked up.
"Yeah?"
"Have you done it before?" a mischievous grin started to permeate Chris' features.
"Done what?" Jonny's eyebrows were raised quizzically.
"Shagged anyone." a giggle was threatening to burst out of his throat at Jonny's momentary shock.
He got over it and chuckled, "Yeah, once or twice."
"Any boys?"
"Nah, not yet at least." he smirked at Chris.
"Ah, same." Chris looked down, ruefully thinking about his lack of experience.
They looked at each other expectantly for a second and burst out laughing.
"What are you suggesting?" Jonny pressed on.
"Nothing."
"I'm not an idiot Chris."
"Never said you were. Tsk, tsk. Assumptions, assumptions."
"What are you suggesting?" he repeated.
"Are you free to come my house tomorrow?" Ah. There it was.
"Oh you naughty boy." he shook his head in fake disapproval.
Chris batted his eyelashes, feigning innocence.
"What? We can work on my model airplane and hang out in my room."
"And by hang out, you mean have our hands in each other's pants and possibly no more pants or anything on?"
"Exactly." his casual reply was betrayed by his rapidly reddening face.
"Sounds good. We can't make too much noise though," he snorted, " 'cause your parents?"
"They won't be home, even if they were, they know not to disturb by now." Jonny nearly died at the awkward mental image he conjured, wondering what the 'by now' meant.
"People saw people and things got ugly, ok?" he explained, reading Jonny's curiosities. Jonny almost laughed, but he had full respect for his parents that they could actually continue about their normal lives, scarred from seeing too much things.
"At least no one from your home is gonna recognize the boy from the enemy school even if they do come back."
"Uh, you always come up in conversation. They know who you are."
"Shit, you serious?"
"Yeah." Chris blushed sheepishly.
"What are you doing talking about me anyway?"
"Not really nice things, I'm afraid."
"So now they think you hate me too?"
"Don't worry, they disapprove of it though."
"A Grade consolation skills, Chris." he rolled his eyes but smiled, "From hating Jonathan to doing Jonathan, they'll be ecstatic."
"Oi!" Chris playfully poked his nose, going red, "So tomorrow? Anytime in the afternoon?"
"I'll be there, princess." he confirmed, getting up from Chris, who he had at some point turned around and who had endured his heavy weight on him for who knows how long.
"Can't wait, piece of dirt." he pecked Jonny rapidly on the lips, short, sharp and sweet.
Jonny could only feel love emanating from the other boy, guarded but threatening to explode all over him.
"Yeah. See you, Goldilocks."
"Bye, love you." he waved enthusiastically and went off.
Jonny nearly melted. Chris had said it.
"Love you too!" he called out to him, and stood there for a while after Chris had left, fixing his shirt and hair before walking to his side of the field again, puffing out his chest to meet the rest of the boys.
Later, Jonny walked home smiling to himself a bit too excitedly. It was on the verge of a look similar to one of a Cheshire cat looking pleased, with the setting sun casting a long shadow across the road as he strode across it. The whole neighbourhood had died down in its hustle and bustle, a quiet, cool atmosphere around him while the sun shone its last rays, letting a shade of gold dust settle atop everything in its way.
Jonny absolutely loved moments like these, as they were the calm before the storm. A good storm hopefully. An opportunity for him to settle his mind before any excitement.
He was a little embarassed at how much he thought about Chris all the time, even though there was no reason to be. He chuckled to himself at the stories he told to the other boys to explain his very spotty neck. They had sniggered as he walked towards them, spying at those hickeys. He hadn't told little white lies, more of big fat green ones. But he had to, that's just how things were.
Warning bells sounded when one of the other boys had asked Jonny about why he was seen with Chris and another Devonlea kid, but he nearly socked one of them for implying that he was all beat up by them. The truth wasn't far from that, but of course, no one need to know.
Unlocking the front door and about to walk in, he turned around and looked to the distant street where Chris' little home was. His eyes creased happily, resembling moons, and he smiled a loving smile.
"See you tomorrow." he excitedly whispered to Chris in his heart, before disappearing inside.
