Johnny/Trent (I Think It's Arrogance- Set It Off)
"Not this bozo again," Johnny sighed, stomping out his cigarette. The blonde boy had already spotted Johnny, making it nearly impossible to leave now.
"Johnny," Trent muttered, sliding next to him. Johnny blew out a breath, moving his body impatiently to get away. "Relax, baby."
"Trent, I thought I told you not to talk to me in public!" Johnny hissed, tugging on the collar of his leather jacket.
"Hm, let me get that for you, superstar," Trent spoke quietly, gently turning Johnny to play with his collar. Johnny blushed, muttering under his breath. Trent's lips turned up into a smirk. "Y'know, you're pretty cute when your face gets red like that."
Footsteps began echoing, followed by laughter. Johnny shoved Trent off of him, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "And if you keep getting in my face, we're going to have a real problem, y'hear?!" he shouted as a few of the younger kids passed by. The small blonde girl only glanced for a second before quickening her pace and grabbing her friend's hand to pull her away.
"And will we?" Trent purred, stepping closer and placing a hand on the back of Johnny's neck.
"Man, we cannot be doing this here," Johnny whispered. Trent pressed a finger to Johnny's lips.
"I think we'll be alright, baby," Trent exhaled, leaning his head in to press his lips to his. Johnny hadn't realized how badly he'd missed the feeling of Trent's lips on his own. He forgot about being out in the open, bringing his fingers up to dig into the sleeves of Trent's ratty polo.
When they broke apart for air, Johnny's face was flushed, Trent smirking, of course.
"I don't know why the hell I love you so much," Johnny blurted, his fingers loosening away from the sleeves, furrowing his brows.
"I think it's because I'm the best you'll ever have," Trent replied, his thumb brushing over the slightly shorter boy's cheek.
"I think it's arrogance," Johnny responded. Trent scoffed pressing his lips briefly to Johnny's.
Trent slowly ran his hand down Johnny's torso before turning and leaving. Johnny composed himself, trying to keep blood in the places where he wanted them to be before turning and heading into the autoshop to calm himself down. Damn you, Trent.
