He grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, locking lips, Jimmy's mother had no idea what he was doing at school and it certainly wasn't education or boy scout cookies.
He eased his hand under the black tank he wore, he was pressed in the kiss, limp at touches he laid. Vance was a magician with his fingers.
"You ain't gonna tell nobody is ya?"
If his accent wasn't cute and if he was Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious UGLY he would have told, but he wasn't, so he let him praise and bite his body.
"You like me?"
Why does he have to ask that every other week. Vance took a chance, he told himself, that Jimmy boy was kinda cute. Kinda smooth... kinda cool...
He could get it.
He brushed his thumb across his lips that were wet from him running his tongue over them. He pulled closer, pressed him against the worn sofa in the greaser hang out. He just wanted to hold him...
"Vance?", Jimmy looked at him hard when he stop touching him. His eyes looked away, he got up off him, scratched his head. "You okay?", he asked.
"Yeah...", he said it like he was answering a dumb question. He wasn't alright, it was this stupid feeling he had, like Jimmy didn't like him. Jimmy didn't care about the greaser look or how big he tried to make his hair. Sometimes he saw a whole other Vance Medici.
"I... you'll think I'm weak or somethin'"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, you hit pretty hard", he playfully rubbed his cheek causing Vance to blush. "I'm sorry", he chuckled.
Jimmy smirked, he sat the boy down and went macking on his neck earnings light moans. "We missed a lot of school..." said Vance.
"It's fine...", he buried his head in the crook of his neck. "Like it this way. I could get used to smelling hairspray"
"Gord?"
"That's a lot of perfume...", he laughed.
Vance smiled, took his hand, glazing his thumb over his digits and kissed him once more on the lips. "You're really insecure"
"Not around you...", he smiled.