Joavin

Joaquin had come for the movie. His 'friends' had come to make a nuisance of themselves on behalf of the Southside serpents. He probably should have felt more pride in carrying out gang duties, but this seemed childish, and it wasn't what he'd signed up for. He didn't sign up to behave like an ass$%^&*, he wanted to be a man and he wanted respect.

He wasn't sure what drew him to the preppy kid who actually dared to 'shush' his group. He knew they made an intimidating picture and he knew the kid was like a quaking rabbit in front of a shot gun. It just made the kid's sudden show of bravery interesting, even it did nothing more than to amuse his group. The girl they were sworn off harming by Forsyth himself stood up from next to the kid. A Lodge.

"Hey! You know what happens to a snake when a Louis Vuitton heel steps on it? Shut the hell up or you'll find out."

Our brand name aside, it was almost comical that she had referred to them as snakes when the Lodges' were the most venomous members of Riverdale society, the Blossoms and Mayor McCoy coming in as close seconds. Hiram and Hermione Lodge were on the up and up despite their vastly publicised fall from grace, and from the shadows, they were dragging the serpents along with them. He would support Forsyth for all he had done for him, but it would be a cold day in Hell when he trusted a Lodge…better to leave them be and watch them with wary eyes. The group quieted at her snobbish remark, choosing to let this go what with the alternative being on Forsyth's sh*t list.

A level of annoyance filled Joaquin that was notably greater than the girl deserved. What surprised him even more was that it had little to do with her being a Lodge, and more to do with possibility of her being the prep boy's girlfriend. They didn't fit together. She was all park avenue miss thang, and he was interesting…plaid and all.

Not telling anyone where he was going, because really it wasn't any of their f*^&ing business, he followed the kid. He was in a mood. It was clear he was reluctantly on snack duty, but it was the glances at a couple sucking face that seemed to really aggravate him. He ordered more food with each glance and started muttering to himself.

"Who am I trying to impress here?" Joaquin couldn't help but think that the kid didn't need to try.

After being denied a hot dog the kid looked incredibly put out and as amusing as it was watching him, Joaquin decided it was time to introduce himself. He waited till the kid turned around and noticed him. He saw his eyes widen in shock first, then in fear when he spoke.

"Not so tough without your beard huh?"

With a smirk in place, Joaquin took his time checking out the guy he'd been following. His hair was perfectly groomed, and had him wondering what it would look like in disarray, preferably with Joaquin's hands in them.

Kevin had noticed him before, how could he not? When he'd turned around to hush the disturbance to his cinematic pleasure…and he did not mean b*^& queen supreme, Cheryl Blossom, he had seen him. He was quiet, unlike the rest of the Southside trash. He was also staring very intently at him, and Kevin could only pray he wasn't plotting his death. When the girl in the ridiculous pink blouse scowled at him before purposefully groping at the popcorn bucket in the guy's lap, he'd scoffed it off. He was so done with closeted guys and their girlfriends. Not that the guy was closeted…or gay, if Kevin was lucky the guy could have been having perfectly natural homicidal gang-banger thoughts.

With the guy standing right in front of him now though, the fear of actually dying far surpassed his projected irritation at Moose. He could say with certainty that he would in fact like to live long enough to experience more disappointment and heart break. He didn't care about the beard comment. He had faced his fair share of homophobic slurs from his peers. What he did care about was any added incentive the guy had in tearing him apart.

They didn't know how it happened. One minute they were in a frozen stand still just outside of the candy bar, and then suddenly they were grinding against each other, pressed against a fence in a dark alley. Joaquin's hands were clutching at Kevin's collar, giving him less than seconds to catch his breath between their heated kisses. Kevin hardly seemed to mind as he in turn held Joaquin's face in his hands, and his lips tight against his. It was a twist ending to their stand-off, and Kevin was riding the high of finding an attractive, willing partner who was not in fact, trying to kill him. In between harried kisses and not so subtle groping, thoughts of being stumbled upon would niggle at him.

"I really need to go-"

A particularly hot kiss with a faint buttery flavour stopped him mid-sentence, and with a big F&%$ you to those thoughts of his Kevin pulled his partner in even closer. He slipped a leg between his partner's and let friction do its thing. It's wonderful, pleasurable thing.

"Okay, okay, this time I really need to go!"

The attractive Latino boy with long, messy hair and cheek bones that made Kevin want to lick them simply smiled, well smirked really.

"I'm Joaquin by the way."

Even his name was sexy, and embarrassingly so, enough to make Kevin drag him back for another heated kiss. Open mouths, lips wet, tongues toying with each other-it made their toes curl.

Kevin didn't know who he was kidding, they both wanted the moment to last longer than it did. Go further than it did. Neither knew if it would be a one-time thing. Living in a town like Riverdale lowered their expectations of what a gay relationship could and would amount to. Moose was the perfect example, not that Kevin wanted to think of him just at this moment. What both of them did know, was that they wanted more. In continuation of his earlier show of bravery, Kevin made the first step.

"Give me your phone." Without questioning him, Joaquin did as he was told. For the life of him, he could not stop staring at the gorgeous boy's face, even when he was typing away on his phone. "This is my number. Use it."

The phone was shoved against his chest abruptly and the kid looked sternly down at him as if daring him to ignore his demands-as if he could. Joaquin was thrilled. His night had taken an unexpected turn for the better and he was beyond smug that he had gotten the number of an attractive guy who felt and tasted amazing.

On principle, Joaquin only took orders from Forsyth or another senior gang member. Yet, when it came to this stranger that he did not know, he was more than amenable to him taking charge.

Smile still in place he looked down at his phone screen, eager to know the guy's name.

"Kevin Kel-" His smile fell faster than Isaac Newton's apple. Rising waves of horror flooded him as the name registered in his brain. "As…as in, as in…Sheriff Keller?"

Kevin was baffled by the guy's sudden fear, and wondered if it was really that weird dating, or whatever this was going to be, a sheriff's kid. "Is that a problem?"

Not knowing how else to explain it to Kevin, Joaquin simply rolled up his sleeve and displayed his tattoo, the one that branded him a member of the Southside serpents. "Is this?" Of all the things that could have been a hurdle to their barely-there relationship, this was not what they had expected. What was truly unexpected however, was Kevin's response.

"I won't tell if you won't." They grinned and grasped onto each other again. They'd worry about the particulars at a later date, at present all that mattered was returning to that state of euphoria.

Kevin had a lot on his mind. He and his dad had returned from the drive-in to find their house broken into, their things in disarray, and more worrying-his dad's crime board completely wrecked. Thoughts of it being the Southside serpents sprung to mind, and before he could help it so did Joaquin. Considering the luck he had so far with guys in Riverdale, he figured it would be just typical if Joaquin was behind it. Logically, it couldn't be him as he was very much present at the drive-in when the break in had happened, Kevin could be a very reliable witness to that. That didn't mean it wasn't someone else in his gang, and who's to say Joaquin wasn't ordered to distract him while his gang-banger buddies tore apart his house? Before he could continue to play judge and jury about Joaquin's potential involvement however, his phone alerted him to a text. From Joaquin, typical.

'Hey there James Dean. Can we meet tomorrow?'

Well how was he meant to respond to that? Did he want to meet him? Yes, absolutely yes.

'Where and when?'

Less than a minute later Joaquin's reply came buzzing through.

'Innuendo at 8pm. Is that too out of the closet for you?'

Kevin didn't know if he should laugh or cry. He'd finally found someone who was openly comfortable with his sexuality, and the situation was just so Romeo and Juliet. He hated Romeo and Juliet. They were the epitome of idiocy. So why was he making such an obviously idiotic decision by starting something up with Joaquin? Oh right, because he was ridiculously attracted to the guy and there was literally no other favourable alternative in this damn town.

'I'm basically the archetype for out and proud. I'll see you at 8 ; )'

Dear goddess, had he really sent a winky-face? No more texting late at night for him, absolutely not…nope! Well, at least he didn't need to worry about his personal own Shakespearean travesty unfolding, Joaquin was never going to respond to him after tha-

'Cya then James Dean ; )'

Right. Okay then. This was happening. F$%&.

Joavin and Bughead are my biggest ships in Riverdale, and only one of them seems to be progressing in the show so far. To get me through the Joavin wait, I had to write a ficlet!

There's a FABULOUS Joavin fic about the Drive-In scene from Joaquin's POV on fanfiction already "So Hard But So Worth It - KMC463", and it really inspired me to write about the couple. If you enjoyed/liked this – go and read that, because it's AWESOME (I'm sure you guys have already read it though XD). Hope you guys liked this! If you did, pretty please leave a review!

Apologies if the writing style's a bit weird-I'm so used to writing 1st person and I'm sure it shows in this…but I've been trying to write in 3rd person. It probably still reads as Joquin's POV, Kevin's POV…and then some weird amalgamation of the two…but I hope it's still okay!