He could still taste him, the taste of something dark and forbidden. The taste of cigarettes and energy drinks. The smell of the forbidden fruit, the smell for car freshener and leather and peppermint gum. The feel of silk, smooth to the touch. The feel of that silky hair sliding through his fingers as he tugged on it ever so slightly. The punk and the jock, how the hell will this work out? There are only stolen kisses in steamy cars and lustful looks at unexpected times. That cocky, yet innocent grin. The way those snake bites felt against his warm lips. That skinny silver nose ring that was so tiny yet so noticeable. The small tapers in his ears, then his three other piercings that trailed up. The way that pink, yes pink hair was spiked. Then he had his smiley pierced, god that was hot. The way it clinked against his teeth when he kissed him. There were the steamy times. Then there were the sweet, handholding and forehead kissing times. He loved him but he would never admit it. A jock and a punk, they would never be accepted. Especially the gay jock and punk. But as long as it was a secret it was okay.
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Acak*Disclaimer* I do not own Fairy Tail nor any Fairy Tail characters all credit goes to Hiro Mashima
