Johnny x Cush (with every drop of blood)

The Meeting

The gunshots echoed around me as I saw tons of soldiers fall to the ground, kicking up the dirt i'd previously used to paint myself.
I ducked into a canvas wagon and hoped i wouldn't be found. i saw my only change of escape, even if it was risky. i climes up on regis and have him a good lickin' with the whip so he'd know i meant business.
We raced into the woods and road deep in. i could still hear the gunshots. They was fainter now.
I heard one thing though; the yelling of a Yankee man. i ducked under the canvas quick as i could but it was no use. id been captured. i looked up into the eyes of my capturer.
He was a boy.
Just around my age, too.
His eyes twinkled and my mouth was left open as i stared at his surprising muscles and brute strength.
"Get up, boy!" he shouted at me. I barely heard him. I was too emerged in his facial features. It wasn't until he grabbed my wrist to pull me up that i realized i'd been entranced and that i'd fallen in love.  for a brief moment, our eyes met and i sure thought i saw a part of him look at me the way i looked at him.

He took my wagon and me along with it.
"What's your name, boy?" he asked.
"J-Johnny." I stuttered out, amazed at the sense of control and force he had. "W-what about you?" I stammered. He looked me up and down and smirked as if he knew a secret.
"You on't' need to know my name, Reb." he said averting his eyes back to the path ahead of him. Something about that nickname he'd given me gave me tingles.
"Well i can't as well just call you yankee." I said. He stopped for a second, questioning my sudden sense of authority.
"Listen here, boy. You best not speak up any more unless you gots something useful to say. You got any?" he paused and i didn't dare say a word. He smirked a little at the end. "Cush." he said. "The name's Cush."
Suddenly, I wasn't too sorry id gotten myself captured.