"No, man, I'm not going to do it." He huffed, a vain attempt to look as threatening as possible, but all he got in response was a laugh. He leaned over, punching Trevor in the arm. "Stop laughing."
"But you're so cute, Mikey," Trevor retorted, slipping a long arm around Mike's thin waist, "No one's gonna see us. It's lunch time. Who's going to be in the bathroom?"
"People who need to go," Mike shot back, wriggling free from his boyfriend's grasp, "I don't wanna get caught smoking pot with you in the bathroom. It sounds like a setup to a sleazy porn."
"A sleazy hot porn, though," Trevor corrected, dodging another hit. "Come on, baby, please?" He pouted, fixing Mike with the most pitying, heartbreaking look the other just sighed, hanging his head in defeat.
"Fine. You win. If we get caught, I'm going to kill you."
Trevor's roaring laughter echoed throughout the hallway as they slipped into the empty stalls, hidden from everyone. "You know, you've been saying that since the third grade and you haven't acted on that threat. Face it," he added, lighting up, "You love me." The smoke drifted through the air, filling the bathroom with heat, and Mike inhaled, letting the taste and smell settle in his lungs, the tiniest of smiles forming on his face.