Vance/Gord (Touching On My - 3OH!3) {Okay damn I really liked this one}

Gord wasn't wrong. Johnny Vincent was keeping an eye on him, but it wasn't for the reason everyone thought. Johnny had noticed his longing glances into Greaser territory at a particular person almost right away. Not only did the thought of being close to their territory excite him, but the thought of being near to him as well was exciting.

He'd never admit it to Vance, but Gord found him the most attractive boy at the school. Derby was good-looking and so was Jimmy, but Vance took the cake on everything. Even though his hair was full of product and he looked very rough around the edges, it couldn't hide his face. It was a face Gord liked to look at. Like modern art.

Passing by him in the hallways, the breath caught in Gord's throat. He'd blame it on a poor asthma genetic, but the thumping in his heart betrayed his every word.

When Lola, that filthy harlot, approached him, feigning interest (as he knew it was solely a relationship where his pockets would end up empty), he jumped at the opportunity. All the other Prep boys would be jealous he had a reason to be in Greaser territory. Johnny was pissed watching Gord walk around with his hand in Lola's, but Johnny kept his cool as best he could. Gord was nervous that Johnny knew, and Johnny did know.

Using Lola as an excuse was a genius plan as he was finally able to clear his throat and utter his first few words to Vance: "I like your hair."

Vance's eyes lit up, a half-smile on his face as he subconsciously slicked the sides back. "Thanks, baby."

Baby. Gord's heart was beating a mile a minute, and he didn't even care that Vince's cigarette scented fingers were now rubbing his shoulder. Gord couldn't take it anymore. Being so close to him. Being with a lower class boy. His manicured hands gripped the sides of Vance's jacket as he pushed him against a nearby alley wall, pressing his lips to Vance's. He tasted like cheap cigarettes and cherries.

Vance held on for dear life. This god among men with his lips pressed against his own was the greatest thing to happen in a while. He decided he liked it... he loved it, to be completely honest. It was also decided he wanted more. With great reluctance, Vance pulled away and smirked at Gord whose face was flushed the greatest shade of red.

"I think you messed up my hair."