Prompt: 44. Juvenile Delinquency
Character(s): Jackson, Danny
Word Count: 1,620
Rating: M
Warning(s): Drug use, language, innuendo
They were smoking weed in his tree-house. It was his brother's weed and neither of them knew how to roll a joint properly, it took three tries to realize they were packing it too full and not wrapping it in the right direction after Jackson went to lick the wrong side of it to seal the paper ends together.
Danny laughed as his best friend picked the pieces off his tongue with nubby nails scraping at his gums.
He thinks now that he wasn't even that high, now he's older and has, on occasion, been passed more than a few puffs around friends and gotten high enough to ride a bicycle while naked down the street at two in the morning.
Whether he really was impaired enough to share his secret or just liked to think he was it was then at fourteen lying out on the top of his old tree-house with his best friend talking about how much Lydia Martin pissed him off that Danny said, "Girls aren't worth my time, too much bullshit."
Jackson had stopped mid-word and passed him the joint and turned his head.
His heart tattooed a frantic, jerky rhythm against his ribs, he felt his lungs flutter. He looked up at the dark sky and away from Jackson's stare.
For a moment he wondered if he just lost his best friend. Wondered if the next words from Jackson's mouth would be 'fucking faggot,' as a joke and then Danny would just have to play it off and end their friendship with distance and poise leaving the other boy to figure out later what had happened when he found his balls again and made the choice to come out, again later.
Maybe directly next time instead of with insinuations.
But instead of a joke he got a question, "Listen don't bust my balls if you're not but are you like, and it's cool if you are, you know, gay?"
With a sigh of relief Danny took the extended joint and held the smoke in his lungs until it hurt.
"Yeah, I think I am. Well no, I mean, I definitely am."
"Okay."
"Okay?" He passed the blunt over.
"Yeah, okay. I was wondering if you were for a few months now."
"How come? What made you think I was gay?" He never thought he'd done anything overtly homosexual before, with a sudden revulsion he wondered if when he walked he swung his hips or sashayed, the idea of him strutting made him want to vomit in mortification.
"You stare," Jackson stated offhanded as if it was as common as breathing, which then in his own haze Danny realized staring was as normal as breathing.
"I stare?"
"Yeah, like I check out girls, sometimes we'll be talking and you'll look over at something, cause you get distracted and when you don't know I go to see what you're looking at and usually it's usually a dude."
"Do I really?" He mused on the piece of information while watching the tree limb above them sway.
"Uh-huh."
"Wow."
"You're still my best friend, just so you know."
"You're not my type, so you know."
The other boy sighed and laughed in relief, "Oh thank god!"
"Don't sound so relieved dude," Danny inhaled and passed the last puff off.
"Sorry, it's just like if you did it'd be like getting hit on by my sister," Jackson said seriously.
Danny snickered, "You don't have a sister, are you calling me a girl?"
"No! No. Just like you're my brother, we make great friends but if I was gay I don't know if I'd want you as a boyfriend."
"I feel the exact same way."
"What do you mean? What's wrong with me? Am I not attractive?"
"Who to girls, or gay boys?"
"Both."
"Girls stare at you all the time, they totally want to get in your pants man, personally though I think you're too needy. For my tastes at least."
It felt nice to tell Jackson that he was needy, which in Danny's mind translated to girly, he had the feeling the other boy knew that too.
"I'm needy?"
"Yeah. You're a drama queen. Plus you like to be in everyone's business. I'd probably punch you at some point and then get arrested for a domestic."
"Oh. Well, at least I'm good looking. That's something. On a scale of one to ten how good looking am I."
"Eh, a high seven to a high eight, maybe a nine but you'd have to get a little more cut. Girls don't like skinny guys."
"I like blondes."
"Yeah you like blondes but you want to fuck the redheads," Danny laughed at his friend's grimace of disgust at the thought of the only redhead they knew.
"I do not want to fuck Lydia Martin."
"Uh-huh. I like brunettes."
"I like big tits and tiny asses."
Danny wondered if the other boy knew he'd just described Lydia Martin's body type.
"I like arms and an ass that can bend steel."
"Dude!"
"Too much?"
"Just trying to figure out a way to get the image of a dude turning a crowbar into a horse shoe with his ass out of my head."
"That's an extremely detailed interpretation."
"If I said I was about to push you off this gay tree-house would that offend you?"
"No, it would not. Technically this would be my gay tree-house. You know since I am. I know what you mean, and yes you can say things like, 'that shirt is gay,' around me. Just don't call me a faggot; you can call other boys faggots just not me."
"Thanks. When have I ever said faggot? Have I said it before?" I don't remember."
"I don't think so but when you start driving and have to yell at someone because they cut you off you can shout faggot at them."
"I think mother fucker has better ring to it."
"But if you do push me off my gay tree-house I'm telling Lydia how you jerk off into a pair of her panties."
"If I had a pair."
"Aha!"
"Don't sound so happy about it, I'm not."
"You totally want to jerk off into a pair of her panties."
"I'd rather have her jerk me off in my boxers."
"I'd rather have Senor Lopa jerk me off in my boxers."
"Thanks, now I'm never going to be able to pass Spanish this year."
"He is, how do I put this as gay as possible? He's yummy."
"Could you please just say he's hot, hearing you say another dude is yummy is weird."
"Why cause it's gay in a bad way? Like fake gay?"
"No, because it sounds like you want to eat him."
"I do."
"I meant like cannibalism."
"Oh. No I'd never eat dick, just swallow it."
"Now you're trying to make me smack you."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I guess I'd be embarrassed admitting something like that, in general not like if I was gay."
"So if you told me you wanted Lydia to swallow your dick you'd be embarrassed?"
"Yeah."
"Well do you?"
"What do you think?"
"Dumb question."
"Do your parents know?"
"Yeah."
"Does your brother?"
"He's the one that told them I was watching men having sex with each other online after everyone went to sleep."
"Sheesh. What did they do?"
"My dad told me to get my own computer, and then I could watch as much gay porn as I wanted without ruining the family computer."
"He was that cool about it?"
"Well, I think if I told him I was gay and had decided I was going to wear ass-less leather chaps and drop out of sports so I could learn how to tap dance and do hair it would have been a different story. He kind of just said, 'use a condom, don't get aids, and I thought that if I had sons I wouldn't have to say don't drop out and become a stripper but I guess it fits in here since you're gay,' and that was it."
"What did your brother say?"
"I don't think he cares much, actually. I guess he figures I don't care about his girlfriends so why should he put much thought into my love slash sex life."
"And your mom?"
"She was like 'at least we don't have to worry about you making us grandparents when we're in our forties,' and then she asked me if I would like to come shopping with her and I had to tell her I wasn't that type of gay."
"Yes you are a manly sort of gay."
"Oh, wait about that, I have a question."
"What?"
"Do I like, I don't know, walk funny?"
"Like, shaking your ass or something?"
"That's exactly what I mean."
"Not that I stare at your ass, but if I'm behind you and we're walking and I'm watching you as a whole walk from behind, not just your ass…-,"
"I get it, you don't stare at my ass, get to the point."
"No you don't shake your ass when you walk. I'd tell you."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Think your brother is gonna notice his weed is gone?"
"Oh yeah, but it's cool.:
"He's going to kick your ass."
"No he won't, he'll just make me pay him back in my allowance twice over. He'll be pissed but you know. Weed is not like I thought it would be."
"I know what you mean."
"Wanna come over my house next weekend and get crunk?"
"What's crunk?"
"Crazy drunk."
"On what?"
"My mom loves wine coolers."
"I am not getting drunk off wine coolers, that's gayer than bending crowbars into horseshoes with your ass cheeks."
A/N: Thank you Sthrnchrm22 for the wonderful review, it made my whole day.