Chapter 3: Drunk Tango
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"What the fuck do I know?" Johnny slurred, stumbling. Peanut yelped, quickly ducking under Johnny's arm, and holding his boss up. Maybe not calling a taxi was a bad idea. They weren't that far away from the tenements, but night had fallen, and the dark made it that much harder to notice what was coming up along the familiar route. A rat scurried past, and Peanut jumped slightly- his hands clutching the sleeve of Johnny's coat. "Nothin'. Don't know why she did it to me. Lola… maybe Lola doesn't deserve me." He shook his head, making him stagger towards the right. Peanut straightened his course. "No, no… I don't deserve her."
Johnny smiled warmly at him, before his features changed in a flash, his mind already off focusing on something else. "I know! I know why she didn't fuck me…" A small rock underfoot was like a mountain, and he would have fallen if Peanut wasn't supporting him. "I'm an ugly bastard, ain't I, Larry?"
Peanut frowned, blushing, and suddenly feeling the need to squirm away from Johnny. He would surely fall without him though, so he stayed. "I…." He helped Johnny up the small steps in front of the abandoned tenements, supporting him as his feet stumbled over each other. He pushed open the door with one hand, the other on his best friend's waist. No, he couldn't go into that territory. Just the thinking over the question made his face heat up.
"See!" Johnny suddenly pulled away, stumbling through the doorway. Luckily, Johnny's bedroom was on the first floor, so they could avoid the potential accidents of the broken floors and rickety stairs that plagued the second floor. He weaved forward, passing through an old doorway that had lost its door. Peanut quickly closed the main door behind him, following after Johnny. "You know it. Won't admit it- 'cause you're a good friend, Peanut, my best friend - but you still know it, damn well know it."
Peanut followed him, chewing on his bottom lip. "That's not true… I never said…"
"Yeah, yeah, silence is worth a thousand words…" he grumbled, pushing through a door that stood only on it's last hinge. Peanut quickly followed Johnny into his room. "I know what you think of me-"
"If I was a girl, I'd do ya, boss!" Peanut suddenly burst out, his cheeks red. Realizing that the door was still open, he went even redder, slamming the door shut in a hurry. Even though they had probably woken everyone in the tenements tromping through like they did, he didn't want anybody to hear that.
Johnny was ignorant. Probably so until the day he died. Johnny was unflinching, frowning more, his brows furrowing. "No, you wouldn't."
"I would," Peanut's eyes went soft. "You're very handsome. I would. Honest."
Johnny smiled thoughtfully, almost looking like he believed Peanut. (Which scared him more than his ignorance.) And then he snorted: "Bull shit! I know ya, Peanut, you wouldn't do me if I was a girl with the biggest tits in the world, I've got such an ugly mug."
Peanut shifted from one foot to the other, gazing at the floor. "I… I think you're really good lookin', Johnny. Hot, even." He shouldn't say these things. Peanut spent every day with his defenses up, always in 'Best friend mode'. But Johnny's questions were prompting him over into 'Crush' mode; opening up emotions and urges he always hid when Johnny was around. Peanut looked up, walking close to Johnny. "I really do." The alcohol wasn't allowing him to think straight, and all Peanut noticed right now was how pretty Johnny's eyes were.
"Don't believe you," Johnny said with a good-natured smile, leaning forward slightly so that he towered above Peanut. It was a challenge.
Peanut grabbed Johnny's shirt, going to his tiptoes, and pressing his lips onto Johnny's. At first, he didn't react, and Peanut nearly pulled away in fear. He only kept going because he was afraid his hand wouldn't be able to untangle from his school vest, warm and familiar to the touch. His tongue slicked over Johnny's lips, but he didn't push forward, instead pulling his head away. Peanut's face was red, satisfied and embarrassed at the same time.
"I-I…" His hand curled around his vest tighter. "I told you, I told you, I'd do you if I was a girl."
Johnny's eyes were wide. "You…"
Peanut blushed, looking at his feet, and letting go of Johnny's shirt. "S-s-sorry…" His tongue was sticking fast in his mouth, which had gone dry, as Johnny's look turned into one of befuddlement. "I…"
The hand on his cheek startled him, and Peanut only managed a squeak before Johnny tilted his face up, and kissed him. Peanut stared wide-eyed as Johnny's tongue brushed his lips, then pushed past.
Peanut's eyes fluttered close, hurriedly gripping the lapels of Johnny's jacket as his own tongue sprang to life. Johnny tasted like beer, cigarettes, and old tic-tacs; it was disgusting and wonderful, especially wonderful when Johnny moaned shamelessly into his mouth when their tongues slicked together.
Johnny staggered forward slightly, one hand dropping to hold Peanut's side. Peanut squeaked, still connected to Johnny's lips as he stepped backwards. He moaned and kept nudging him rearward- Peanut kept walking until he felt his heel hit the worn mattress that laid on the floor.
Johnny finally broke the kiss, his breath coming out in a short pants. "You'd do me?" His voice was husky, and Peanut felt the bottom of his stomach twist into knots as Johnny pressed against him. "Even if I was a guy and you was a guy too? You would?"
"I would," Peanut said with a fervent nod. Johnny smiled.
"Get on the bed, then."
It wasn't so much a bed than it was just a mattress with a sheet and heavy comforter draped atop of it, a lumpy pillow atop of that. There was a spring sticking out of the side, and next to the bed was a 'nightstand' - or, a stack of old comics, assorted magazines, and playboys that held a bare lamp and his lighter. Peanut nodded numbly, sitting down on it. Johnny sat next to him, pushing Peanut back on the bed, and crawling on of his body. Peanut flushed, watching as Johnny sat on his thighs, gazing down at him hungrily.
He leaned down, his fingers pushed off the heavy leather jacket. Peanut leaned up slightly, shrugging it off, and pushing it away. Johnny started to unbutton the ragged old Bullworth polo that he wore underneath, fumbling drunkenly with the buttons.
"Johnny… w-wait…" Peanut started to push off Johnny's coat. Johnny smiled, kissing Peanut's neck.
"What?"
"You're going too fast," Peanut mumbled, flustered, already feeling naked though he was only missing his coat. He was pushing Johnny's shirt off, arching his own back so that Johnny could slide the dress shirt off of himself. As soon as skin was exposed, Johnny took to exploring it, his lips touching off on his collarbone before wandering downwards. Peanut's breath hitched, his fingers fumbling slightly with Johnny's clothes as warm, slick lips slid down, tongue and teeth scraping his soft skin.
He finally managed to push Johnny's shirt off. By then, Johnny's tongue had ventured lower. He experimentally flicked his tongue over Peanut's nipple. When he shivered, Johnny smiled and bit down, eliciting a yelp from him.
"Ahhn!" His toes curled, as the sharp pain became the delicious feeling of tongue and sucking on the small nub. "J-Johnny…" It didn't take long before he teased his nipple until it was hard, and Johnny moved his mouth to the next, making Peanut groan and shudder.
Johnny soon got bored, and his lips trailed down, looking for something new to taste and tease. He licked a path down, Peanut's eyes on him as he fell further down his body. He paused at Peanut's belly button, smirking, and dipping his tongue in.
Peanut yelped. "Ah! That tickles!"
Johnny made a disgusted face, chuckling weakly. There was a piece of lint hanging off his tongue, and he grabbed it, flicking it off to the side. Peanut laughed lightly. "'Mind me never to do that again, okay?" Johnny said, grinning sheepishly.
Peanut smiled. "'Kay…"
Johnny's lips moved downwards, light kisses pressed against his skin as he finally neared the hem of Peanut's pants. Johnny easily took off his belt, throwing it over to his side. Flashing Peanut a cocky smirk, he pressed his lips against the button of his jeans, using his teeth and tongue to undo it. Peanut's heart skipped a few beats as Johnny's mouth went down to the zipper, his teeth flashing white against the silver teeth of the zipper, slowly pulling it down, releasing the tight tension around Peanut's groin.
When everything was undone, Johnny pulled Peanut's pants down, lifting his hips up to get rid of the pants. Peanut chewed on his lip, watching as Johnny eyed his boxer-clad hard-on. Experimentally, Johnny leaned down, pressing his mouth against the fabric in a sort of kiss. Peanut gasped, his eyes fluttering.
Johnny chuckled low in his throat, suddenly reaching up, and jerking down Peanut's boxers. The sudden burst of cool air made him shiver and wriggle, and his eyes were on Johnny who was holding rapt attention to Peanut's cock.
Johnny stared a bit, making Peanut squirm. Even though his eyes were glassy and the room was nearly pitch black, he felt like Johnny could see everything. Maybe into his soul, if he would just squint and turn his head to the side. Johnny let out a small sigh, one that Peanut couldn't decipher the meaning. It was too dark to see much, but he had to have seen that: He took it as a sigh of disappointment, and felt his cheeks burn red.
"Look," Peanut began quickly, and he grabbed a nearby pillow, stuffing it atop his crotch. Johnny looked at him quizzically, becoming even more confused as Peanut wobbled to his feet. "Forget this, I'm sorry, I'm not… I'm sorry. Sorry," he mumbled. Johnny gave him a disconcerted look. His features suddenly mellowed, and he grabbed Peanut's arm, tugging.
"Where you going?" he pouted. Johnny always had those boyish looks, the good-boy face with the ne'er do well attitude. Peanut whimpered, still clutching onto the pillow with one hand. Johnny grabbed Peanut's arm, jerking him towards the bed, and Peanut pulled away from him.
"I can't, Johnny, I…"
"Peanut…"
"That's why!" he suddenly yelled, pointing accusingly at Johnny, and nearly dropping the pillow. Johnny blinked, startled. "That's why I can't! I'm… I'm… Peanut." He shook his head in frustration. "Look, I'm gonna go, alright?" He started to scoop his clothes up, pillow still firmly clasped to his groin.
"Larry," Johnny's voice was soft, caring even, and Peanut stopped dead in his tracks, looking over at Johnny. He extended a hand out. "Come back to bed. Please?" The last time he had heard Johnny talk like that… it had been directed to Lola. That loving, caring sort of tone, and it made him shiver. Reluctantly, he dropped his clothes, but kept the pillow, walking back towards the mattress. Johnny smiled. "Good…" He sat back on the mattress, and Johnny pushed him back onto the bed.
Peanut felt stupid. He felt so self-conscious as Johnny straddled his hips, that lazy drunken smile plastered onto his face. Very carefully, he let him pry his hands away from the pillow, very slowly removing what shred of courage he was clinging to. And then he slid the pillow away, white fluff revealing pale skin and hair. He looked again, just like last time, though Peanut could see Johnny's eyes more clearly. He looked like he was somewhere else. (Maybe he was. Maybe all Johnny could really see through the dark was Lola Lombardi, and he didn't even notice that he was not as big as Johnny was.)
Johnny leaned forward, capturing Peanut's lips in a soft, slow kiss. Peanut slid a hand up, cradling Johnny's cheek as their lips connected again. Johnny's tongue pushed forward, sliding slowly past Peanut's lips and tangling with his tongue. He groaned, his eyes half-lidded. It didn't really matter now, if Johnny was only seeing Lola, because he was here with him, doing things that they had never done before.
Peanut whimpered. Johnny exhaled, breaking the kiss, and nibbling on Peanut's bottom lip - his breath hot and shaky. In the dark, Peanut could see Johnny's bright eyes, the hunger behind that glassy stare. He smiled, and Johnny smirked, biting his lip a little harder.
A hand suddenly clamped around his shaft, and he startled, taking in a sharp breath. Johnny started to move his fingers, and Peanut groaned, back arching. "Johnny…"
"Hmm?" he hummed pleasantly, watching Peanut shudder under his touches.
"A-are you sure I'm alright?"
Johnny paused, frowning, "You talk like a chick."
Peanut flushed even more. "No I, just…" Johnny's hand started to rub again, and his toes curled. Peanut bit his lip, trying to hold down the embarrassing sounds that were welling up in him. "Johnny… I'm not…" He pawed weakly at Johnny's chest, trying to protest and push him away, but all he managed was to groan and arch into Johnny's callous palm.
Johnny smiled, leaning forward. "Shush, babe, you're beautiful."
Peanut's eyes widened. And then it sunk in. He looked away, concentrating on one of the exposed pieces of wire in the wall. "Ya… ya think so?" he murmured, his eyes closing as Johnny ran his fingers against the underside of his shaft, biting his lip hard enough that it bled to keep from moaning.
"Yeah, I do…" Johnny whispered softly, leaning down, and placing a small kiss on Peanut's lips. He pulled away lightly, suddenly sitting up. Peanut flinched, waiting for the "Just kidding!" but it never came. Instead, Johnny went about undoing the buttons on his jeans, where his erection was obviously tenting the stiff material. Peanut blushed, holding rapt attention as Johnny popped the button of his jeans off, sliding the zipper down.
It took some struggling, but Johnny managed to slide off his boxers with his pants, flicking them to the side. Peanut blushed, gazing away.
"Johnny?"
He let out an irritated sigh. "I already told you, there's nothin'-"
"No," Peanut interrupted. "Not that…" He gazed shyly away, and then looked up at his face. "Get off of me and lie down, would ya?"
Johnny gave him a curious look, but nodded, sitting back on the edge of the bed. Peanut sat up, and Johnny laid down, grinning slightly as Peanut awkwardly sat on his lap. He settled his hands on Peanut's waist, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin there. Peanut shivered, leaning down, and placing soft kisses on Johnny's neck.
"Larry…" he purred softly, his eyes moving to slits at the warm, wet kisses. "You're too gentle for toppin', ya know? Ya gotta be-" Johnny suddenly took in a sharp, shuddering breath as Peanut's hand gripped both of their lengths, rubbing heated flesh together. "Oh, fuck!"
"G-good enough for you?" Peanut stammered, his breath shaky as his hand skillfully rubbed, thumb slicking over the heads of both of their cocks. They both moaned, Johnny arching wantonly into Peanut's slow, firm strokes.
"Unngh, Larry…" Johnny pushed his hands into Peanut's hair, pulling their heads together, lips crashing into a fiery embrace. Peanut had a wonderful hand, trained over plenty of lonely nights, and Johnny was reaping the rewards. He moaned as Peanut started to rock his hips, their lengths grinding together slightly as his hands rubbed.
The room was hot, and the small mattress didn't seem like it could contain them. Johnny arched up, raking his uneven nails across Peanut's back, leaving brash marks on his soft skin. Heavy breathing and airy moans filled the room, and Peanut whined as Johnny's hand joined his, rubbing, and gripping, and driving them both mad.
Peanut shuddered, his back arching into a perfect half-circle as he cried out. "Johnny!" His eyes screwed shut, and he shuddered as he came, spilling his seed over both of their hands. Johnny kept leading his hand, pumping him until he was spent, his eyes half lidded as he neared his peak.
"Kiss me," Johnny growled. Peanut groaned, feeling every little touch on his over sensitized flesh as he leaned down, and crushed his lips onto Johnny's. His tongue drowned Johnny's yells out, and he thrust his hips up as he came. They didn't stop kissing until they were out of breath, and their hands fell slow to a stop. Peanut shuddered, pulling his sticky hand away, and deftly wiping it on Johnny's stomach. He grimaced, grumbling nonsense as Peanut promptly collapsed onto his friend.
Johnny hissed, closing his eyes as Peanut nuzzled tiredly into his chest. "Nngh… good." He was out of breath, and his chest rose and fell in harsh intervals, up and down, up and down… Peanut felt his eyes droop, and he clutched at Johnny's sides. "So good…"
They smelt like sex, sweat, cigarettes, and cheap beer. Peanut would bottle it up and keep it if he could. "It was?" he asked sleepily.
"Uh huh." Johnny said, catching his breath. He wrapped his arms around Peanut, letting out a long sigh. "Damn good…" he murmured, craning his neck so that he could kiss the top of Peanut's head.
"Hmm…" Peanut merely hummed in reply, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth and the slow breathing of Johnny. It didn't take long before they both fell asleep from exhaustion and the alcohol. Peanut's dreams were never sweeter.
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