(Stupid Thing - Nickel) [This one's a bit more NSFW than the others, I think]

The crowd cheered as Ted scored another touchdown. Johnny Vincent rolled his eyes. He was so done with these stupid sporting events. The only reason he went was for...

"Hey, Johnny," Lola purred, taking her seat by her boyfriend. Johnny smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer. No, not Lola. Although she was a nice addition...

The object of his affection walked by holding a bottled water. They looked up, gave him a knowing smirk, and sat down a few rows ahead. Johnny swallowed hard and cracked his neck, trying to control his pulse. He stared at the back of their head before Lola began tugging on the lapels of his leather jacket.

"Johnny, baby," Lola cooed into his ear, pressing her lips gently to his earlobe. "Do you wanna stick around or-"

"Be right back," Johnny said a little more roughly than he intended. He didn't bother turning around. He knew her arms were crossed and she had stomped her foot and was pouting and that was not as cute a sight as he wished it was.

He walked past his admired quickly, ducking away behind the bleachers. He pulled out a cigarette and put it between his teeth. He had just begun to raise his lighter as footsteps broke his concentration. He didn't look away from his shaking hands as his thumb struggled to flip the inner mechanisms of the lighter. Hands as large and rough as his own were suddenly on his. Johnny looked up into Trent's eyes.

"You know that I don't like the cancer sticks, baby," Trent sighed, his smirk faltering only for a moment. Johnny coughed and shoved Trent a bit, tucking the unlit cigarette back into the pack.

"Don't be a hypocrite. I seem to remember you smokin' one the other day," Johnny announced. Instead of ticking Trent off like he'd originally intended, it only made the mischievous glint in the other boy's eyes gleam a bit more.

"Did it make you jealous, Johnny boy?" Trent asked, his voice low. He walked closer to Johnny whose eyes shifted slightly as he backed up against another fence. Trent moved his hand past Johnny's head, fingers locking in the fence. "My lips on something that's not yours..." Trent frowned a bit as he looked into Johnny's now usually stoic face. "Like you and Lola."

Johnny blew out a breath of air and reached up to caress Trent's face. Trent attempted to lean away from Johnny's touch before giving in to the other one's affectionate touch. Johnny's thumb stroked Trent's cheek gently. "You're my star, baby. You're a friggin supernova. I just... I can't let her go. You know that. It's why I let you go off with whoever you want."

"I just wish it was different," Trent sighed in response, his eyes downcast.

"Ey," Johnny said. Trent looked up. The faintest smile appeared on Johnny's face. Johnny tilted his head, his lips so close to Trent's. Dangerously close. Yet he wouldn't move in. "You're always gonna be part of me."

Trent leaned into Johnny's lips. Johnny's free hand rested on Trent's waist. Trent moved his free hand to the hand Johnny had rested on his face and tangled their fingers together. Johnny deepened the kiss and Trent involuntarily moved himself closer to Johnny. Johnny moved the hand on Trent's waist lower and lower until he was touching... oh. Trent moaned and detached his lips from Johnny's only to reattach them to the skin beneath Johnny's ear. Johnny grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as Trent kissed his way down his neck and to his slightly exposed clavicle. Johnny's grip on you know where tightened and Trent released another moan, biting down into Johnny's skin to silence himself, as if they'd need it over the school cheering.

Trent pulled back and Johnny kissed him again. Johnny's hands reached up to unbutton the buttons on Trent's polo. He slid his hand over the newly exposed skin. His other hand moved under the polo and over Trent's stomach, running up his chest. "God," Trent whispered between kisses. Johnny smirked. He liked having control, and with Trent, it felt like he never got the chance to have his control. This was a favorable turn of events. Johnny's hands ran back down Trent's torso and to his jeans. Right after Johnny had popped the button, their moment was interrupted with a loud, whooping cheer and an announcement that "This game's over, folks! Bullworth wins!"

Trent groaned in frustration. Kirby would be looking for him and Lola would be searching for Johnny if she hadn't already away with someone else. Trent pulled away from Johnny and redid all his buttons. Johnny rubbed his thumb over his lips. Trent gulped and attempted to regain himself by shooting Johnny another smirk. "Catcha later, superstar."

"Yeah..." Johnny said, watching Trent leave. "See ya."

Johnny rubbed the back of his neck and let out a breath of air. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and stuck one between his teeth. As he saw Lola walking by on Peanut's arm, he didn't hesitate to light it.