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Larry ‘Peanut’ Romano has been questioning for a while, after his crush for Johnny was misconstrued as a crush on Lola but he’s not even sure he has a crush on Johnny..,

In short he’s in a pickle; he has no clue of he’s gay, and so he experiments for a while. Guys are attractive, he learns how to give head, learns that kissing boys isn’t too different from kissing girls, and he still isn’t sure.., so amongst the garages of Bullworth near the shop room he asks a question that lands a bit too much truth coming out on a ‘boys night’.

The greasers- minus Johnny -are all gathered in the garage.

Boys night is a pretty well known tradition around campus, and most people know the garages aren’t open on boy’s nights because all of the greasers get together to work on two cars, maybe some bikes together while talking, and trading stories usually ending with the group going out to eat after.

As of tonight; Peanut is leaning against a workbench with two of the boys under the hood of a car as they work on the engine. Peanut looks over at Norton who grunts when he makes eye contact with the boy a silent ask of ‘ what’s up..? ’

“Norton, how did you find out yous was gay..?”

The boys under the hood, Hal, and Lefty raised their heads at the question. Hal’s head slamming against the hood with how fast he looks up, and Lefty who looks over at Peanut with a side eye like a ‘I know what you are’ type look that makes Peanut fidget as Norton wipes his fingers off with a rag to get the grease off.

“Why ya askin’..?”

Norton’s brow is set as Hal’s head whips over to Norton who sets his jaw.

“Jus’ having some off feelin’s you know.”

Norton grunts before he sighs deflating, getting less defensive he shouldn’t have to worry they are all family here.

“I don’t wanna hear about this,” Hal groaned “I already have to hear about this stuff unprompted..!”

“Parker knocked me on my ass.”

Norton said simply, and Vance laughed.

“He knocked you on your ass.!?”

Norton ignored Vance, and Hal as he continued. Eyes never leaving Peanut who fidgeted with the hem of his tank top.

“He helped me up after,” the laughing comes to a stop immediately suddenly everyone in the garage is tunneling in to the love story unfolding “he punched my shoulder said somethin’ along the lines of ‘good show’ in that fake ass accent some of the preppies like to use, an’ I said ‘ you through a good punch ’. ”

It’s so simple, so normal .

“But that’s like every day, how did you, like, know..? ”

Larry pressed, eyes pensive.

“You don’t.”

“Ey, Sometimes you do..!”

It’s Ricky he’s speaking up as Lucky sits up from under the car. Lucky shoots Ricky a look.

“ Lucky -“ he gestures to his boyfriend with a smile on his face “kissed me stupid.”

A round of ‘blegh..!’ s sounded off through the garage from other members, and Ricky snickered.

“He did but you wanna know why it was ‘stupid’ ..? Because he kissed me, and I felt rockets go off.”

He insists a smile still plain on his face as he uses his hands to show ‘rockets’ hands starting as fists close to his chest before opening as he lifts his hands into the air.

“I feel that,” said Lefty, who smirks, shaking his head. “I’ve only kissed one girl who gave me feelin’s like that.”

The garage erupts into talks of ‘magic’ kisses. Ones that feel like electricity, and fireworks, rockets going off into the sky, and you just want more.

Peanut gulps that didn’t really answer his question.

“But that don’ tell you nothin’ let’s say I can’t kiss the person I want to kiss..,”

The room goes silent. Lucky, Ricky, and Norton all give each other looks.

“It’s Johnny isn’t it..?”

Asked Norton, and Peanut flushed eyes wide as he gasped for air blabbering barely able to get a word out, and Hal, and Lefty started to laugh along with Lucky.

“Well that’s pretty damn straight ain’t it..?” 

Said Ricky who eyes the flustered right hand.

All the while Larry ‘Peanut’ Romano is having a panic.., but not just any panic. A gay panic .

“You can’t tell him..!”

He yells the boys all stop their bouts of laughter Ricky hitting Lucky on the shoulder.

“I don’t know what I’d do if he found out, and Lola would - oh good what would she do to me..?”

He panics now, eyes watering as he runs his hands through greased hair as he looks about through fuzzy eyes.

“It’s just, it's gotta be one-a’ those ones that will fade over time because I just admire ‘em so much right..?”

He asks, hands pressed into his eye sockets, and the garage is strangely silent. Norton steps up to take over, he’s always been better with emotions then the rest of the guys, first to defend his relationship with a preppie, first to come out, first to call them family, first to do a lot in their little world.

“I get it Peanut,”

“You do..?”

“Yeah, maybe it would be best to find a way, and move on though you know..?”

Peanut nods, yeah he does. Johnny thinks the only person in the world for him is Lola, he’s so star struck with her he’ll never see or acknowledge the moves Peanut would put on him if he was flirting with the man so he should just quit while he’s ahead..,

“Yeah your right,”

He hums blinking back some tears, and staring up at Norton with a smile wiping more tears away, this is way too much emotion for right now. It’s boys night, and he’s busy bringing down morale.

“I don’t got a chance if he's blind right so getting over it is better,”

Lots of sad looks pass before an accumulative nod forms through the group of boys. Peanut chuckles.

“Thanks guys really helped me figure this out, uhm.., You can’t tell Johnny though, yeah..?”

“It’s okay we won’t tell.”

Norton promised just as the door to the garage burst open.

“Won’t tell what..?”

Johnny, that good timing bastard walks into the garage with Lola on his arm.

“Nothin’ Johnny I promise.”

Peanut smiles, it's a soft, shy one that he gives when he’s sincere, and Johnny seems to relax at that. 

“How’s boys night goin’..?”

“Good until you brought a broad.”

Hal says, and Lola’s eyes zero in on him rudely she sneers, and Johnny refuses to acknowledge her so others speak up.

“Yeah Johnny it’s boys night.”

Insists Lucky, who is leaning back against the side of the car, eyes focused on the taller greaser.

“Well you heard the boys,” Johnny starts as the garage erupts into bouts of ‘yeah..!’ s “you should go home Lo.” he offers a soft polite smile, and Lola prickles before glaring.

“Fine.”

Turning her nose up she walks off leaving the garage so all of the boys can continue boys' night.

“So there I was,” says Vance hands being cleaned by the cloth in his hands “I was under the hood of a camaro one of these pretty red ones when Gord walks into the garage -”

And the group of boys groan in frustration. Eyes rolling.

“I don’t wanna hear that again.”

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Peanut isn’t sure when he first hears it in the halls but he hears it.

Stepping through the grimy halls of Bullworth it’s hard to miss what students say, they are all crammed together passing each other in hallways. Peanut leaned against a locker smoking in the halls as prefects pass by unbothered knowing he makes a sight in his jacket. He sticks out like a sore thumb. But the whispers that people exchange as they pass get louder until he hears it.

‘ Did you hear, Peanut has a crush on Johnny..? ’

‘ You have got to be kidding me..? ’

‘ No, I ain’t, he told his whole clique, and everything..! ’

Everything melts away going blurry around him as he falls into himself, like the world is collapsing around him. He is only focused on himself, staring at the ground tracing the cracks in the tiles as the words bounce around in his head, heart thumping too fast to be normal, and certainly not fast enough to be a panic attack.

The whole world shatters around him.

Peanut's first concern is which one of the boy’s would tell, his second is whether, or not they have a mole, and his third is how fast it will get back to Johnny.

Johnny, his leader who is dating Lola, and how the rumor will get to her.

She will demand Johnny ditch him, oust him from the group. Though they had all decided in the beginning their gang would vote like a democracy that didn’t mean the boys wouldn’t side with Johnny, and the fact that most of them are gay certainly makes it seem in Peanut’s favor. What says goes when Johnny makes guarantees.

His anxiety doesn’t stop him from hanging out with the boys, he doesn’t speak on it, doesn't bring it up, and when asked he shrugs, or looks at them funny. His clique backs him up, the people who know the truth back him up.

Johnny skirts around him, not confronting him in front of the group, in fact he avoids Peanut, and Peanut is often with the other guys so Johnny’s avoiding the clique.

Peanut wanders away from the boys at one point. Breaking off with a laugh, and a mutter of garage to Norton before he is pulling up the door, and tugging his Jacket off to hang it by the door.

The garage is a safe space, for greasers of all kinds. 

It’s where Peanut gets to work on a bike. He's looking at a tire. 

He had heard rubbing earlier in the day when he had it up in the bike stand, and he needs to check the ball bearings in the hub, so a full hub rehaul is a decently easy process.

He starts by removing the lock nut, then he’s removing the axle from its confines, laying the pieces out in order so he knows how to put them back in. taking a dirty grease rag he wipes the grease off of the axle before taking a peek at the cup.

“Nine ball bearings is standard for front hubs, ten for back hubs..” 

He taps his finger against the table as his eyes count over the silver spheres, the grease gun he has in hand will be particularly helpful in a moment. He counts them out before flipping the wheel over to the other side. There are only eight he clicks a flashlight on shining it to the center of the hub, there's his missing ball bearing.

He grabs a screwdriver from the bench, sticking it in, and praying the magnetized tip is enough to pull it out. He was carefully easing the screwdriver through the tube. When he pulls it out in the palm of his hand is the quarter inch ball bearing, and he smiles triumphantly.

Before he can lift the grease gun to grease the ball back in place the garage door is slammed open. Peanut's hand jerks much like the rest of his body when he jumps, surprised he nearly drops the bearing, hands fumbling as he clasps it in his palm.

Head-turned to see who is invading the space hoping it's just Norton, or the boy’s coming to do their own bikes; he's instead greeted with Johnny.

They both stand there silently staring, encapsulated in the moment eyes locked, posture stiff if there is any movement at all will cause the strange cloying air to lift, and Peanut will be trying to scurry away as fast as possible.

Johnny moves first, then eyes hardening as he drags the door down. The sound of the garage door shutting breaks Peanut from his trance quickly moving his hands for the rag to wipe his hands off ball bearing resting in a rut on the table as he scrubs his hands with degreaser trying desperately to ignore the other presence in the room.

“So, Peanut,”

Larry’s eyes glance up. Johnny is taking small slow steps around the room like a panther ready to pounce, and Peanut’s shoulders skirt up to his ears as he scrubs a little harder before he’s putting away the wrenches he used.

“Yeah.. Johnny..?”

Hesitant, careful. He steps carefully away from the bench approaching the door where his coat hangs.

“Where are you goin’..?”

Peanut freezes considering his words.

“Ta see the other boys.”

“Oh, well with the rumor goin’ around I thought you’d wanna spend as much time with me as possible.”

“What rumor Johnny..?”

He turns fully to face the man now, playing dumb maybe the easiest way out of this.

“Oh really..?”

Johnny asks, his eyes blazed with anger as he storms over to Peanut rucking up his tank top by the straps, and forcing his back to slam against the garage door. Johnny has an inch on Peanut, an inch that makes him tilt his head up just enough to make eye contact with him.

“You wanna tell me why I’m hearin’ your some sort of fag who’s got a crush on me, all over school..?”

“ Wh - what..?”

He tries to play dumb, eyes wide, and confused eyebrows raised as if in shock slack jawed but Johnny’s graze worsens, and he knows he can’t lie to Johnny. 

Doesn’t stop him from trying.

“People are sayin’ that..?”

He asks a near whisper, his lips quivering with adrenaline, and his legs begin to shake with the blood pumping so fast through his veins similarly to how hard Johnny’s hands are shaking from anger. Peanut worries he’s gonna get punched.

Johnny’s hands release the straps of Peanut’s undershirt, lips form a snarl. Although his hands are gone that means they are empty, and not holding him in place, Peanut could bolt but Johnny could punch, or kick, and he can’t risk pissing the man off more.

“You some sort of cock sucker..?” Peanut shakes his head ‘No’ but his legs are going weak, and he might just collapse to his knees which surely won’t prove his whole ‘ I don’t like sucking dick ’ thing. “Sure ya aren't. Am I sure you ain’t just lyin’ to me to get out of a beatin’, or are you sayin’ no genuinely..? Maybe you ain’t confessing cause you know it will give you a beatin’, and you don’t want that. You want my fat cock in your mouth don’t ya..?”

And like a puppet whose strings have been cut Peanut collapses onto his knees directly in front of Johnny, eye level to his crotch.

“Ugh, oh god. You are some kinda fag.”

He glares, and something about his bravado makes him sway his hips as he talks, they move on a swivel so close to Peanuts face that he needs to stop it lest Johnny put thoughts in his head so he grips the man’s hips to stop him from torturing him any further.

This works surprisingly well because Johnny goes silent at the contact, and when Peanut looks up at Johnny through panicked wide eyes he’s met with the view of flushed cheeks, and wide amber eyes that match his own. He's flustered, and caught off guard and.., considering it..?

“Cat got your tongue boss..?”

He asks something in him having gotten over the fear, replacing it with a cocky spitfire attitude that's unabashed, and not ashamed of his attraction, something that makes him feel confident knowing he’s caught the man off guard.

After a long pause from Johnny, and a few deep shaky breaths the man above Peanut finally responds.

“I dunno, cock got yours..?”

“I dunno,” Peanut leans forward, his nose nuzzling the slowly forming tent in Johnny’s jeans “Does it..?” That seems to do it for both of them.

Johnny’s leaning his hips back away from Peanut, hands fumbling with the belt, zipper tugging desperately to get it free. Peanut smirks, and his cheeks light cherry red in anticipation, wetting his lips as he eased his hands up, and down Johnny’s thighs in a calming, maybe even teasing manner. The fly is undone, and Johnny fishes himself out from inside of his boxer's elastic pulled down beneath his balls.

Peanut licks over his palm in preparation as Johnny leans back in his space all wide glazed over lustfull eyes, and flushed cheeks, he’s already fucking sweating, and Peanut has done nothing but teas.

He fists Johnny’s cock. Sliding a hand beneath Johnny’s white bull’s worth button-up to kiss his abdomen, and then scraping his teeth near Johnny’s navel. The man shudders under tongue, and then he’s cursing silently grabbing a fistfull of Peanut’s perfectly greased hair.

“I thought you said you were gonna get your mouth on me slut..?”

“Is that any way to say please..?”

But he’s already swiping his tongue slowly over his lips again to wet them watching the way Johnny’s eyes track the movement ducking his head down to kiss the tip before taking the smallest fraction of it into his mouth just to tease.

That hand still fisted in his hair forces his head down as hips jut up, and Peanut’s scalp burns as he refuses to let his head get pushed all the way down the hilt of Johnny’s cock. Instead opting to force his hands to take Johnny by the hips.

“Ask,”

He glares. Johnny huffs angrily, growling before he’s whining low in his throat more similar to a groan.

“Just suck me off please.”

And so Peanut does. Everything he’s been questioning will be answered here. Is he gay..?

Well with the weight of Johnny’s cock in his mouth not being half bad, and the pleasure pooling in his gut in returns isn’t that awful, and definitely better than anything he’s felt before he might be, he has to keep testing so with a careful twist of his tongue, and a suction of his lips he’s pulling his head back up the long slim shaft.

Johnny groans hand fisting so hard Peanut’s sure he has pulled some strands out, or it's going to hurt later but he’s more focused on the way Johnny’s hips twitch in his hands because the man above want’s to fuck into his mouth which must mean he’s doing pretty well as he swirls his toung around the head of Johnny’s cock driving himself down again, this time gaging around it.

He pulls off huffing for breath eyes teary, and half lidded he gulps one more breath before Johny can get impatient, and dives back down taking the man back into his mouth, drinking him in as if a man deprived of water, dehydrated, and given the first water bottle in months he sucks long, and hard pulling his head back up bobbing with fever.

Johnny’s cock twitches under his tongue, it swirls over veins, and cartilage as Johnny’s, and fidgets. The muscles of his abdomen spasm, and writhes before he’s clutching Peanuts hair hard, coming with a shout down his throat without warning.

Peanut's eyes sting with tears as he swallows as much as he can, backing off once he’s sure he has all of it.

Johnny huffs for a few moments, his limp cock hanging heavy between them as Peanut licks his lips trying to get his limbs to not feel like jelly, and to ignore the itching pain between his legs.

“Ah shit, what am I gonna tell Lola.”

Johnny mutters, and Peanut glares up at him.

“That's seriously what you're thinkin’ about .?! ”

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It had been Johnny’s idea, he knew that.

He had stared down at Peanut getting the life sucked out of him, and in a few deep breaths after his orgasm a bunch of thoughts hit him at once only one muttered into the air Peanuts offended cry breaking him from some sort of off world trance as he got his bearings, and offered up the deal.

Friends with benefits.

The head he had received had been fucking transcending, there was no point in stopping a good thing especially when he was sure Lola was cheating on him so cheating back didn’t seem too bad. So he had done the only sensible thing his post nut clarity could think of which was mutter.

“We have to do this again sometime,”

Peanut who was still on his knees who had been staring up at Johnny incredulously looks even more shocked by the sentiment. 

“ Wh -”

“Look at you.”

His eyes fall softly onto the face of Peanut all flushed, and he's still hard in his jeans. Johnny shifts carefully trying not to fall over on weak limbs, and presses his boot against the tent.

“Shit, Johnny..!”

Larry hisses gripping Johnny’s ankle leaning his head against his thigh teeth bared, and tears prickling into his eyes. hips buck, and Johnny mutters praises as Peanut ruts against the soul of his boot until he’s writhing, and panting hard as he comes undone all for Johnny to drink in.

Peanut stays there lent against Johnny’s leg, one hand gripped on his thigh the other still on his ankle, and what Johnny would do to see that again, like sneak around.

“What do you think, Peanut..?”

“What..?”

Bleary eyes blink up at him, the soft cheek pressed against his leg shifting as if nuzzling the rough surface.

“I think we should do this again, Lola- the skank -is still runnin’ around behind my back it's time she gets a taste of her own medicine.”

He smirks, reaching down to ease through Peanut’s hair pushing it back to its original glory though it doesn’t do much stray hairs still stick out of place.

“Sounds good Johnny.”

Peanut mutters, eyes falling closed, and Johnny wonders if he took Peanut to bed would he cuddle after..?

They do much more after that. Hands roam but noises don't really get made, they dance around anything too intimate for couples. Peanut never Kisses Johnny on the mouth, never touches too much, keeps his hands mostly to himself, and Johnny doesn’t mind following the same seemingly pre-set precautions.

Hands skirt up his sides, and Johnny’s slip down Peanuts thighs. Johnny has Peanut rucked up a wall grinding up against the boy’s ass. Peanut get’s a fist full of his hair pressing his face into the crook of Peanut’s exposed neck as he groans, and writhes biting his lip, or letting his jaw fall limply open.

“Come on.”

Johnny mutters hands drifting to undo Peanut’s belt as he bites at the skin of his neck Peanut’s back arches at a particular nip to his collar bones, and he hisses, and then he whines . Johnny chases that sound sucking into the skin as if to fuck the noises out of him one of his hand leaving the expanse of Peanut’s thigh to fumble with his belt that's too damn hard to do one handed, and then Peanut’s shoving at Johnny’s face one of his hand falling between them to do it himself one handed, and he pulls the belt out of the loops in one swoop the belt clatters buckle hitting the concrete of the garage floor hands returning to clutch at Johnny’s shoulders like a dying man.

“There we go, now we're in business,”

Peanut snorts but then Johnny’s hand is on his cock, and he’s choking on the noise clutching harder at Johnny’s leather jacket the leather creaking loud in his ears, but the pants, and soft noises Peanut makes are so much louder.

“That's it baby.”

It slips out so easily he doesn’t realize he said it until Peanut brings it up after.

“Baby..?”

“What..?”

Johnny turns his head to get a look at Peanut who's easing a switch-brush through his hair combing it back into place because they have to meet up with the boys in a few minutes, and he needs to look like he wasn’t just messing around.

“During.., uhm. You called me Baby.”

He points out, and Johnny nods his head. He can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed, he's Johnny Vincent, he’s never embarrassed.

“Yeah.., I guess I did.”

And they leave it. Peanut, and Johnny don’t comment on how quickly Peanut came with the pet name coating Johnny’s tongue, or how hot Peanut’s cheeks get when Johnny calls Lola ‘baby’ around him after.

Johnny doesn't know how Peanut touches himself thinking of Johnny talking him through it with the stupid pet name dripping with that same lustfull adoration, and breathing astonishment after. Peanut doesn’t tell Johnny, and Johnny doesn’t tell Peanut.

“Johnny..!”

Lola is hanging off Johnny’s arm tonight. The diner is overrun with all sorts of students because tonight was the big game, and Bullworth won so how else to celebrate then going out to eat.

The greasers have taken up a corner booth all pressed together laughing, and talking. Lola hangs off his arm. Hal is talking up some girl, Johnny has half the mind to worry that a fight will break out because of it but it seems friendly, and like they are getting along besides Jimmy would break it up - no a fight should not break out period because if Jimmy has to break it up he’ll be pissed. It doesn’t matter that he’s not here there is still a worry in the back of all cliques minds that Jimmy will come back to Bullworth if he hears about any drama at all, and beat all of their asses because they aren’t getting along.

“Johnny..! Come on pay attention, your boys are bein’ mean ta me,”

“I’m sure Lo, maybe there just pokin’ fun.”

He smiles, turning his head to look at her Norton who is posted up on the end of the booth across from him keeps sending longing glances at the preps table where his boyfriend sits amongst his friends.

“Norton,” The man's deep eyes fall on him. “Go on, we won a game, no reason to be worried.”

And Norton nods his thanks pushing himself out of the booth, and approaches the table. Lucky must be saying something but Johnny is back to making sure Hal doesn’t get his face slammed in when Lola shouts for him again.

“Johnny..!”

“Jesus Lo, why don't you go hang with your friends yeah..?”

He glares a little, and she stares at him for a moment eyes wide, and then she glares right back pushing on his chest to get him to scoot out of the booth which he does, allowing her out. She stands in front of him all high heels, and angry brown eyes as she opens her mouth to tell him off he takes a deep breath, and prepares himself to talk her down so she will just walk away.

“Yeah, Okay Mr. Vincent. I’ll run along now is that what you want..? Want me off your tail so you can pick up some other girl. Is it because you think I’m a whore Johnny, Some two bit whore.!?”

Johnny relaxes his shoulders, and raises his hands in a placateing motion.

“No Lola. I just think you should go hang out with your friend because you’ll get bored hangin’ out with us. We just won a big game, you should be havin’ fun.”

She crosses her arms huffing, turning away from him storming off into the diner followed by the clicks of her heels, and the pissed snort as she approaches the nerds to snag Beatrice from the counter, leaving the diner.

Johnny sits back down in the booth, eyes closed for a second, taking a nice deep breath before opening them, and tuning into the conversation being had as Peanut talks about his bike, and how many he’s fixed this year alone.

“Truin’ is the worst man.”

“I know right..!”

Peanut smiles happily at Ricky who is talking amicably about tires on bikes until Johnny feels the hot pressure of Peanut’s thigh pressed against his.

He doesn't know why it stands out, why the pressure is so electrifying, or why he’s so focused on it but when Peanut’s hand drifts to grip at Johnny’s thigh he’s closing his legs instead of sitting spread out in the both like usual leaning his elbow against the table top glancing to his right where Peanut sists smiling calmly at Ricky as they talk.

Johnny doesn’t understand it but something about the hidden display of touch makes Johnny’s skin crawl, and light with fire as he flushes. Excusing himself from the booth, making a show of storming out like he’s after Lola.

Peanut follows after shortly walking after him like he’s trying to catch up but not draw attention the rest of the cliques who know them assumes that Peanut is making sure he doesn’t piss Lola off more, and stays stationed around the dinner.

Once Peanut, and Johnny are a few blocks over in the tenements Peanut is pressed against Johnny’s back eyes half lidded as he runs his hands over the man’s front.

“You okay..?”

“Yeah.., I - I’m good,” Peanut's hands continue to roam, and Johnny is a little surprised, Peanut was never much of an initiator when it came to their little arrangement. “What's up with you..?” Peanut withdraws his hands, seemingly falling back into himself, and shaking his head.

“Nothin’ Johnny, promise.”

Johny squints at him, and sees the tense muscle the way he seems almost angry behind that facade of calm, and Johnny wonders what is pissing Peanut off.

“Come on, tell me..?” Johnny presses Peanut against the side of some random building trying to get him more pliable but he’s still tense under Johnny’s hands “Baby, you can tell me. I won’t be mad.”

He noses along Peanut’s jaw trying to draw it out but hands grip his waist, and they are flipped Johnny pressed against the wall, and teeth are bared pressing demanding kisses against Johnny's neck licking over skin teeth scraping the surface, those hands on his waist feel like they might bruise, and a rush flys up Johnny’s spine.

“It’s stupid.., I’m stupid.” 

Peanut mutters hot breath tickling his skin as his lips press, and brush, and then teeth are nipping, and Johnny.., Johnny wants . All Peanut has to do is bite, and he will have a nice hickey right where anybody could see. Something under his skin tingles at the sensation as Peanut is hefting Johnny up a bit so he can get a thigh between Johnny’s legs pressing their fronts together to grind.

“Shouldn’t care. Have before but it’s never -”

He huffs angrily, frustration that bleeds into groans of pleasure as their hips buck together creating the perfect slide of friction.

“She was practically in your lap, an’ I -”

Peanut closes his eyes and though the thrusts continue there isn’t that same heat behind them, and Johnny isn’t having any of that. Where was that fire that got him pressed into the wall..?

“Doll, if you don’t finish what you started I’ll find Lo -”

Teeth biting into his neck make his back arch, and jaw fall limp as he knocks his skull against the wall behind him.

“Don’t say her name,” Peanut says when he unlatches kissing the mark he made, and then the surrounding skin of one of his hands leaving Johnny’s hip to find purchase on the wall Johnny can feel the scrape, and drag of leather against the wall, he might need a new jacket. “ Not when I have you. ” It’s a plea from Peanut’s lips.

Johnny whines at the sudden stop of friction he grapples with Peanut’s jacket trying to get his second to move his fucking hips, and when he wont Johnny gets ahold of his face glaring at him.

“Peanut I swear ta god.”

Hips jerk, and suddenly they are grinding again, and Johnny throws his head back moaning. Like he broke the thin line of intimacy they had created stepping over the threshold with the noise Peanut pushes up capturing Johnny’s lips as they practically devour each other's lips, and teeth mashing as Johnny nips at Peanut’s lips.

They huff, and puff. Bucking, and grinding until they have set a rhythm so good Johnny is entering some soft sort of fog as his stomach lights with warmth hands clawed in Peanut’s jacket leather wrinkling the dusty brown leather is similar to the black of his own. He wonders if his nails will leave dents.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He gasps hips bucking one final Time as his muscles size, and he comes in his pant’s without Peanut even jerking him, and the world seemingly whites out eyes closed. The light behind his eyes makes him feel so good though as he comes out of the bliss he realizes he’s sweaty, and sticky.

“Fuck.”

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Parties in old Bullworth Vale are crazy, because preppies throw them, and they all supply each other with drugs, and drinks so shit gets crazy. 

The greasers always make a point to go to preppie party’s to show peace amongst them, and by proxy preppies always show up to greaser parties.

Here at one of the preppies' mini mansions, houses filled with party lights, and streamers, decorations still up from the won game. The carpets squeaky clean multiple trash cans post up so if people need to vomit they don’t get it on the floor. The upstairs is blocked off so no one goes to get, busy, or lucky. A broom closet emptied for seven minutes in heaven where a group of people rest about in a circle a bottle emptied between them spinning. 

Peanut finds himself mingling by the drinks sipping from a red solo cup, beam cola in the fridge for people who don’t drink, Zoe is here amongst the mess somewhere with a bag full of weed, and one of the nerds does coke so amongst the mess of party goes all sorts of things are going around.

Peanut isn’t into drugs, he smoked with Zoe one time a while ago, and his stomach didn’t care for it at all, and after the bad experience of throwing up after taking it he hasn’t smoked it again, sure he can smoke tobacco though.

Speaking of which..,

Peanut slips out back where the pool is all lit up, chairs, and tables taken up by people some in swim suits swimming around in the waters, the people who have enough forethought to wear swimsuits under there cloths are geniuses because they aren’t allowed to get in the pool clothed.

Peanut fishes the cartridge of smokes from the inner breast pocket of his jacket along with his lighter spotting Norton sitting with Parker who laughs at something Norton said, he walks over lighting his smoke Norton spots him, and offers a smile Parker catches sight of him, and raises a brow at Norton.

“You guys mind if I sit with you..?”
He asked shyly, and the face parker was making softens, and he shook his head. So Peanut sits with them.

“How you doin’ Peanut..?”

“How are you doing, dear.”

Parker corrects, and Norton chuckles, clearing his throat, sitting up a little more, and rephrasing the question again.

“Pretty good, I mean as good as it can be,”

“What's up with you, and Johnny..?”

Norton sends Parker a look, and then a worried glance at Peanut who smiles shyly letting out a sigh of sadness before responding.

“Okay, I’ve been avoidin’ him like the plague cause I might have overstepped two weeks ago but, yeah..”

He tilts his head up as he releases smoke from his mouth, and Parker ever nosy presses on.

“What did you do..?”

“I might've gotten jealous. Which we aren’t even datin’ so it’s really none of my business.”

“Hmm, that sucks,”

Parker settles with, and Peanut nods back Parker shoots a look at Norton then smirks when the man nods his head.

“You know Peanut, I don’t know how you're still on the market. You're such a catch.”

“Is this how you hooked Norton..? Cause your pretty words won’t get you very far, rich boy, not when he’s sitting right there.”

“Nah, he had a way smoother line for me, but he’s got a point Peanut,” Norton says the look on his face changes to something challenging, and he smirks. “But you should join us some time, see how much of a talker he is when -”

“Norton..!”

Parker elbows the bigger man in the ribs, it clearly doesn’t hurt but Norton stops nonetheless laughing at his boyfriends flush red cheeks.

“Hmm, sounds interesting. Maybe I will.”

Peanut winks at Parker who flushes impossibly more, and grumbles something about it being his plan, and Norton running it when Peanut feels a hand slide up the nape of his neck he tenses tilting his head back eyes catching on Johnny who is smiling tensely.

“What are you guys talkin’ about..?”

“Just what a good time for all of us to hook up would be.., how about now Peanut..? We can get out of here, go over to my house..?”

Parker says eyes half lidded, and teasing Norton perks up next to him.

“Yeah, he just got these new sheets, and we could use some help breaking them in.”
Peanut raises a brow. Really this is a bad idea. But the deal would take his mind off of Johnny who is standing behind him still - his lips part to give an answer.

“Nah, me, and Peanut got plans.”

Peanut’s jaw clicks shut eyes wide he turns to look at Johnny who has an easy strained smile on his face as he tugs Peanut up, and away from the couple once they are out of sight of Norton. Peanut, and Johnny’s footsteps become faster, more forceful until they are running out of the house. Johnny hops on his bike, and Peanut just follows without a second thought because that's what he is, a follower.

They get to the silent tenements, and Johnny keeps going, and Peanut keeps following.

“Johnny..?”

No response, they are climbing, hopping through the rickety window sill, walking out in the cold night air as they pass back into the building, and they keep going up a flight of stairs towards Johnny’s room, and Peanut calls out again.

“Johnny..!”

Johnny pulls a key from his pocket fumbling with his bedroom door, his hands are shaking as he tries to get the door open until he drops the key making a noise of frustration then falls to one knee to pick it up.

“ Johnny ..!”

The man looks up then. He is fuming, Peanut can see it in his shoulders, with how his hands shake the way his brow furrows, and his eyes baze. Peanut kneels at his side grabbing the key. They stand together, and Peanut opens the door tugging his boss in behind him. The door shuts when Peanut kicks it he’s pushed Johnny towards the bed, and he’s helping the man peel off his Leather jacket, and then Johnny’s tugging Peanut’s off after until the leather jackets join in a pile on the floor.

“What's wrong..?”

He ventures, his torso tilted towards Johnny, one of his knees pulled up onto the bed the other resting against the floor.

“You're mad, I can tell, I just don’t know why.”

Johnny leans his head again’t Peanut’s shoulder one of his hands sliding up under the white undershirt he wears to press against the expanse of his stomach on the other hand pressed next to Peanuts hip.

“They were lookin’ at you an’ - an’ -”

Peanut pauses, trying to figure it out, Johnny turns his head to scrape his teeth against Peanut’s neck making skin buzz but it feels wrong to initiate something like that when Johnny is seemingly vulnerable so he slides his left hand to grasp Johnny's wrist.

“Parker, and Norton..?”

Johnny hums in acknowledgment his lips have stopped their teasing.

“What's wrong with them looking at me Johnny..?”

“ I - I didn’t like the way they - I didn’t like the way they were lookin’ at you.”

Johnny admits into the chilly air of the tenements with walls too thin to keep them warm late at night in Johny’s bed like a filthy secret, and Johnny raises his head to look Peanut in the eyes.

“They were staring at you like - like - an’ they were talkin’ to you about -”

He glares, hauling Peanut up, and around until he's pressed to the pillows. Lips sear into his skin as if staking a claim. Teeth scrape, and gnaw until there is dull throbbing pain that just gives way to pleasure as Johnny marks him up.

“I can’t fukin’ handle it. We - We were so careful, an’ have all these unspoken rules but - it pissed me off it -”

Johnny shuts his mouth then gives fully into pleasure. It had been jealousy . Jalousy that was red-hot, and angry. Jalousy that made him feel possessiveness. Jealousy similar to when Lola goes off, and lays with other men, or sneaks around behind his back. Jalousy he’s only ever felt for Lola now being felt so strongly for Peanut that he wanted to stake some sort of claim to Peanut in front of Parker, and Norton. Some hiss of ‘ back off he’s min e’ but that never happened he had settled for slipping a hand up Peanuts neck, and feeling the thrill of knowing Peanut would follow when he got on his bike.

They get lost in it, shirts peeled off, and skin on skin contact, Peanut is huffing against Johnny’s skin now, and Johnny ventures down kissing, and biting the area. Nipping him until there are hickeys doting across the front of him similar to the near ring around his neck that are starting to twinge, and change in color then Johnny's tugging Peanuts pants to get his mouth on him.

Hands twist in his hair, pain sparks but it's pleasant, and it reminds him that Peanut is there as he licks, and swallows around him until Peanut’s back arches. He’s moaning into the air all for Johnny to hear, that ugly green monster rears its head as he thinks about how it's him doing this. Him causing Peanut to writhe, and moan, him making Peanut come undone in his arms, not Norton, not Parker, Johnny .

Peanut’s hands release from Johnny’s hair as he collapses back into the mattress back falling, the springs creak, and they bounce. Peanut’s eyes fight to stay open as Johnny shifts to take his rightful place between Peanut’s thighs to stare at him, all beautifully splayed out in Johnny’s bed, sweaty, and satisfied.

He is pleased with what he’s done, and satisfaction rests deep in his bones as he fastens the button of Peanut’s pants after tucking him back into his briefs, and pulling his pants up more securely then he’s laying with the man face pressed into his chest hands splayed over bare sides.

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Peanut wakes, his skin is oily, uncomfortably so, and when he runs his hands over his eyes digging his palms into his sockets he feels sweat coat his hands slick, and disgusting. His eyes fly open as he sits up on his elbows staring down at Johnny Vincent shirtless, and clinging to him.

He huffs a shaky breath, the events of last night coming back to him. His stomach curls happily as he feels the pleasure of being able to sleep so close to Johnny, to be given the opportunity to cuddle, and touch something so utterly - not his.

He frowns, and decides he needs to get up now . Leave now . Before any of the other boys wake up, and see Peanut leave Johnny’s room. Before Johnny wakes up, and sees him. He can’t stay. It’s always quickies to blow off steam they never stay after, they aren’t supposed to stay after but the line of what they can, and cannot do. The line has been so blurred that Peanut’s heart can handle it.

Lola, and Johnny are together. Not Johnny, and Peanut. If he doesn’t get out of here now she may burst in here like she owns the place because Peanut knows she has the key. 

Peanut’s room is only one door down he just has to -

Peeling Johnny off him is harder than he thought, and once it’s done Peanut has to stand there holding his breath as Johnny shuffles about in his sleep. Once he stops, Peanut ducks down, and takes his jacket, and shorts though he doesn’t like the idea he tugs his tank top over his head it sticks to his skin, and he rushes off.

First stop his room for a change of clothes, second stop the school locker room, finally the garage until school starts, or with other greasers so Johnny doesn't get the chance to tug him off, and away he - he can’t do this anymore.

.`~ ’ .

Johnny is losing his mind. 

Everything is wrong, Peanut isn’t hanging around anymore, and it's setting Johnny off. Little things that used to make sense don’t any more, he’s wrong footed, and crass, and he’s had to give the boys silent apologies six times already this week, that's nearly a whole week of silent apologies.

He is pulling his hair out, and biting his nails, and picking fights his boys have to bail him out of because every little thing is wrong, and it’s all because Peanut is fucking missing .

Not really if Johnny’s lucky, or decides to go to classes he might spy the boy in the hall, or a few seats away from him in class. He finds it strange, and he desperately wants to get the boy’s attention. He doesn’t know how to pull Peanut back into his world, doesn’t know why it feels so wrong, why he feels so off put by it but when he finally catches the boy he looks different to, and then everything is really wrong.

Peanut is all ungreased, choppy brown hair that frames his face, and tickling his ears. He is handsome, and he offers Johnny a shy smile that is nothing like his usual confident one. Under his flannel is a Bullworth vest because he’s using his fucking leather Jacket as a coat because it’s winter now, and the uniforms vests won’t cut it as appropriate winter protection.

“Hey,”

He mutters in awe observing the boy in all his glory.

“Hey..?”

It’s a question, what’s up..? What does Johnny want..? He can’t from the words everything he tries to even think of saying seems wrong, or in-appropriate, and when he opens his mouth to say something his tongue feels like lead.

“Are you okay..?”

He asks a hand raised to feel over Johnny’s head like he’s sick, and he accidentally bites his tongue, iron filling his mouth, and assaulting his taste buds, this is just as wrong as Peanut’s not looking right, or not being at his side.

“The uh..,” He licks his lips, they feel crusty, and dry under his tongue. He bites his lip trying to finish the sentence he started “The boys said you're takin’ a break, an’ you don’t know when you'll be back..?” It comes out as a question because that's what Johnny needs confirmation that this whole thing is really happening, and he can’t tug Peanut out of whatever funk he’s gotten himself into.

“Oh uh, yeah,”

It sounds so awkward in fact this conversation has been one awkward thing after another.

“Uhm, I know yous said uhm..,” He’s not entirely sure what he’s trying to say. “When are you.., comin’ back..?”

Peanut blinks at him, all soft pretty eyes, and Johnny’s eyes fall to his lips while he is biting eyes shifting from Johnny’s face to the space around him. It feels like something has shifted, like something isn’t right, something wrong, and awful, knocked out of place, like a puzzle piece missing, and he doesn’t know what it is.

“I uhm, I - I don’t know boss.”

Not Johnny, Boss , and Johnny feels he’s never fucked up so bad.

“Was it.., was it somethin’ I did..?”

Peanut looks at him like answering that question physically pains him. Brows furrow, and his chin wobbles, lips turning down into something horribly wrong on his pretty face.

“No, ah - It’s uhm, it’s probably me.”

He says. Johnny’s forehead creases as he stares searching his eyes, what's that supposed to mean..?

“Is there at least - At least somethin’ I can do to fix it..?”

Peanut stares at him, eyes glossing over with unshed tears making Johnny’s heart pull apart at the seams. Peanut pulls his wrist out of Johnny’s hold, and walks away, steps made louder in his ears by the snow, and it's so off .

Johnny feels unsure for the first time in a while he can’t respond with anger, or accusations because he would need to reevaluate himself, and the thing he had with Peanut before things got awkward. He wrings his hands at his sides the snow nipping at his skin, and fingers as he shoves his hands into his pockets glaring at the spot Peanut used to enhabit, usually when he doesn't know what to do he goes to Norton, but Norton is out of town over winter break with Parker.

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Jimmy’s feet scuff against the snow below him, as he widens his trance hucking a snowball full force at a can keeping up a poorly balanced set of pallets. The structure shakes, rumbling, crying out under the weight of the bodies on top of it the people below clears letting out cries of fear as they duck, and dodge.

The structure falls, and Jimmy crosses his arms over his chest, and waits. In the rubble of the structure a handful of greasers stumble out of the wreckage, and stare at Jimmy making way for the king to see the bud of the problem, Johnny Vincent.

“Johnny what the hell are you doin’ man..?”

Stepping forward to cuff the man by his leather jacket. It creaks under the meaty fist clutching the material, and Johnny just looks lost, and angry.

“I’m workin’ through somethin’- thats none of your business by the way -”

“By throwing snowballs filled with rocks at middle schoolers, and beatin’ up other cliques.!?”

Jimmy’s frustration has come to a head with all of his anger, and confusion as he tries to fix his own problems making this whole thing so much worse, and he wants to bust some skulls himself.

“I jus’ had to split up the Preppies because they want ta kick Parker out because of your anger issues..!”

“Oh shit -“

“Shit is right Johnny, you’re comin’ wit’ me,”

He grouses pulling the leader along by the scruff of his jacket as they stumble through the snowy landscape the pallets will be picked up, thrown out, or discarded but clean up is none of Jimmy’s concern.

“Where are we goin’ boss..?”

“To handle this like men.”

.`~ ’ .

The glass jaw boxing club is empty over the summer the place usually closed unless the preppies pay extra to get the place rented out, often most of them are gone skiing, or snowboarding in the alps blowing money, so the place is desolate eerily quiet, and Johnny takes a moment to adjust his eyes to the view around him.

There are dust covers over practically everything, the floors are clean, and varnished to perfection. Johnny realizes he’s never been in here before, he glances around though his eyes fall to Jimmy who stalks across the room to flick a lightswitch that lights up just the ring before he beckons Johnny towards the locker room.

“Change inta somethin’ skin tight, or light I’m sure they have your size layin’ around somewhere.”

Johnny nods, though it’s jerky, and he is confused. Why did Jimmy bring him here..? What is Jimmy gonna do..? Beat the snot out of him to make a point..? That didn’t work too well last time, and Johnny would really rather not get hit in the face today, or drag himself back to the tenements on his bike with bruised ribs.

Johnny ends up finding something that fits, loose fitting gym shorts, and some white ankle high socks, then he pulls a skin tight tank top on stepping up to the ring where Jimmy hands him a pair of red gloves.

“What are these, Clown hands..?”

“Nah there gloves, Boxin’ gloves. We’re gonna box.”

Johnny stares at him for a long moment before nodding, and climbing into the ring farthest corner away from Jimmy as they put on the gloves, and mouth guards. Jimmy widens his stance, lifts his arms up to block his face, and challenges him.

“Come on, we go three rounds talkin’ it out, and dancein’.” 

Johnny goes in swinging until raising his hands in front of his face to block the blow Jimmy fires in retaliation.

“So why are you so upset..?”

Johnny shrugs, shaking out his hands for a second before ducking under Jimmy’s next punch. They don’t kick, they just dance looking for openings in their defenses going for chest, and arms.

“Come on Johnny talk to me man,”

“ I - Peanut has been.., gone. I mean he’s around but he ain’t hangin’ out with me, an’ the boys, an -”

“Your pissed cause you want to hang out with your friend, I get it -”

“No, I’m pissed off ‘cause it's Peanut..!”

He swings with more force behind his blow landing it square into Jimmy’s stomach causing the boy to take a few quick paces steps back blocking Johnny’s next block seeing an opening, and taking it socking Johnny right in the jaw. He hisses stumbling back laying out on the mat, and listens to Jimmy count to ten.

His thoughts though are entirely on the fact that he does miss Peanut, he never admitted it to himself, and Jimmy in tandem, the reason he’s been so pissed off isn’t because if any of the boys ran off he would be fine he would seek them out, check in, make sure they are okay before giving them space but this is Peanut, and he misses him so damn bad it's affecting his mood.

“ We - We had somethin’ goin’ on.”

He offers weakly as Jimmy pulls him up into his chest, clapping him on the back before stepping off with a considerate look on his face.

“You were sleepin’ with him..?”

Johnny stares wide eyed mouth falling open a little before he puts on a mask of neutrality glaring, and Jimmy explains fluidly how he reached this conclusion.

“Gord said the same thing when he was debating how to ask out Vance, and he didn’t wanna be ousted from the Preppies.”

Johnny stares at the mat for a second before he raises his arms readying for the next round of flying fists, but he feels loser, more ready to open up. He cracks his neck, and squares off in prep, shaking out his hands, and bounding a little.

“We were.., sleepin’ around, an’ we were doing good, an’ then he cut, an’ ran without even tellin’ me what was wrong, an’ when I tried to fix it..,”

“He didn’t tell you..? God, grow a pear man. Assert yourself more, he hasn’t come to you whoopty-doo maybe he never will you gotta take the chance..!”

Jimmy grouses swinging, and blocking, ducking, and hitting before dodging again, ducking below a fist as Johnny speeds up.

“Just cause you're pissed your little boy-toy ain’t talking to you doesn't mean you take it out on innocent people.”

Jimmy asserts as he blocks a pretty sturdy hit to his arms he bares his teeth glaring as he rears back, and swings into Jonny’s gut the man rears up, and punches Jimmy in the Jaw before landing a few solid blows to his stomach sending him stumbling back onto the ground where he pulls himself up, and swings hitting Johnny hard, and he falls, Jimmy begins his count, and Johnny angrily begins to talk.

“I don’t know how to fix it, I don’t want to overwhelm him, an’ piss him off. It could break what we have left, if there is anythin’ at all.” He pushes himself up resting on his elbows to glare across the ring at Jimmy who nods in understanding a considerate look on his face again “If he doesn't want to talk to us then.., then I ain’t gonna force him I need ta accept the fact that he ain’t ready, an’.., stop makin’ my mood affect everyone else.”

Johnny pushes himself up revitalized rejuvenated a sense of acceptance filling his stomach as he bounces rearing up to fight, Jimmy comes at him, and Johnny dodges, punching, getting a good hit in on Jimmy’s arm, he swings against avoiding the king's face, and then he’s ducking, and swinging, hitting Jimmy hard in the stomach.

“ Fuck..! ”

Johnny swings, Jimmy swings, and then the rules of boxing are off, they are straight up scrapping . Johnny, and Jimmy wrestle on the mat tossing, and turning flipping around, and throwing punches until Jimmy grabs Johnny’s hair pulling him back, and away he roars in anger, and by the time they pull apart Johnny’s forming a black eye Jimmy’s jaw is littered in tender skin starting to bruise much darker, and  he has a split lip, along with the a myriad of other bruises littering their skin. Jimmy laughs, and Johnny joins because its fucking infectious before Jimmy slings an arm over Johnny’s shoulder, and tugs him along to the locker room.

Under the spray of warm water they wash themselves talking boisterously as they talk back, and forth.

“You shootin for any one Jim..?”

“Yeah, we ain’t on the best of terms right now just like you, and Peanut, an’ I’m trying to work it out with him.”

“You’ll get it man, besides you're the king that's gotta get you something right..?”

“You have no idea..,”

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Johnny spends time with his boys, more than he used to, and now he has a new cronnie who is a nice, polite freshman this year with bright eyes who transferred over from Vice City.

The kid's name is Rory, and he is jumpy as hell he speaks softly, or when he’s angry gets up in arms angrily staring up a storm his colorful language cementing him amongst the ranks of Norton, and Hal who work to learn from him. They all talk amicably in lapses when Johnny feels particularly lonely even when surrounded by his friends - his family he swallows the feelings down bares his teeth in a smile, and plays poker, fixes cars, or even bikes to help them out, or stay busy. If his schedule is never open he can’t feel lonely.

Meaning he’s been dragged into a Nerdy campaign of Grottos, and Gremlins, and on top of that he has taken up boxing regularly with Jimmy to keep his anger under control though he has spoken to the school counselor who helps him work through his bouts of anger though boxing is one of her suggestions, and he is happy to report he has already took it up.

He chats with his friends, and as School slows down highschoolers like Johnny, and Jimmy, Peanut, Darby, Biff, ect. Are swamped with tests, and summatives that will cost them that will look nice, and shiny on their report cards to get into colleges though Jonny knows he’s not going he is actually happy about school.

Amongst other able bodied people, people who share his ideals, people who he has bonded with over the course of highschool he relaxes back into his desk chair, and finishes his texts with a triumphant smile.

“Mr. Harlow, I'm done.”

The man nods nose scrunching in distaste before waving him off pointing at the door to the room. Johnny leaves bursting into the hall happily excited to get to the tenements, its movie night this week, and Norton bought a pirated version of something in theaters with some hotshot in it that has Vance super excited, Gord, and Parker are even showing up to watch it with them but amongst the moving bodies in the hall he is intercepted.

Hand on his elbow getting his attention he turns, and there is Peanut, dressed in his leather jacket hair immaculately styled into the pompadours the rest of the group wears he smiles at Johnny sneakily pulling him across the hall down there usual shortcut out of school to get to the bike racks faster than usual.

Johnny doesn't questioned don't break the restless excitement that fills the air as they bike back to the tenements where they all cuddle up on the couch to watch, popcorn, and treats dispersed amongst the few already there designated as the people who will need to share, and when Lola comes in Beatrice looking a mess on her arm a confident air about her Johnny wolf whistles, and Lola rolls he reyes laughing.

One of the many things he had learned over the last month, or so is that Lola, and Beatrice are a great couple, Beatrice despite being ‘timid’ shows her devotion to Lola in other ways that has the much cockier woman wrapped around her finger, and they make a great pair.

Johnny had taken the break up smoothly congratulating her; they had both been sleeping around behind each other's backs, and Johnny realized he truly didn’t mind. At first it had always been Lola for him, as time went on he lost that spark, that flame, it moved on to Peanut, and Lola hadn’t minded either; they were both great friends, best friends.., okay maybe not Johnny didn’t really have a best friend but Lola definitely was best friends with that Gary creep, and she keeps up with him where he’s locked up in the mental hospital so he doesn't worry about it.

Movie night kicks off well, the people around laughing, and gasping, teeter on the edge of their seats but as the sun begins to set, and people head home Johnny stays on the couch breathing slowly as he tries not to wake his right hand resting against his shoulder.

“You should bring him up to bed Johnny.”

Norton advises, and Johnny glances at his right hand dressed in casual clothes, a torn T-shirt, and loose fitting flannel pajama pants. Johnny glances over at Norton who gives him a poignant look, and Johnny nods agreeing with his friend, and lifts up Peanut, hauling the man into his arms.

Johnny moves up the stairs over the floors they had renovated over the summer fixing it up from woking at the station, and repair shop in town a few bike shop jobs, and some odd ones equals new floors, and some more life in this place, so Johnny doesn't have to pass outside to bring Peanut up to the third floor room where Peanuts room remains lived in.

He rests Peanut into his bed, and pulls the blankets up over his chin leaving him to sleep.

It's nice, having him back like this, this fragile, frail moment is quickly disturbed by Johnny pulling away in fear of Peanut waking, finding him staring, and finding him creepy, or retreating to his dorm on campus.

.`~ ’ .

Peanut wakes warm, and feeling fuzzy he pushes himself up his gut warm with affection, and he glances around his room at the tenements, he’s home.

He gets up, and scratches at his stomach stretching with a yawn. He makes his way into the shared bathroom, and brushes his teeth, and soon he is joined by Norton, and Parker.

“You, an’ Johnny on good terms..?”

Norton grouses, and Peanut nods.

“Thank god, he was looking at you so tenderly last night.”

Parker asserts leaning his head against Norton’s shoulder as he blinks blearily at the bright light of the bathroom.

“What..?”

“Yeah, he had this smitten look on his face all doofy an’ he looked like he wanted to kiss you stupid man.”

Comes Ricky who is shirtless revealing shoulders covered in bite marks.

“Put a shirt on man, ain’t nobody wanna see that.”

Norton repermands walking away Parker on his heel, Peanut spits his mouth full of toothpaste into the sink, and walks away before Ricky can say anything else making his way down stairs into the kitchen where there is Johnny, he’s slaving away over the stove, pushing around bacon in a pan, and putting a new egg onto a plate to the left of him shifting around and smiling all bright and happy, and Peanut is blown away.

Johnny is so handsome, and devoted.

He closes his eyes, takes a breath, and steps up behind Johnny to wrap his arms around the Greaser's middle eyes closed, and head tucked.

“Peanut..?”

“Johnny.”

He responds, and Johnny chuckles, chest rising, and falling, then he’s leaning back a bit, head turning, and kissing the crown of his head.

“Mornin’.”

“Mornin’.”

Peanut smiles, kissing his shoulder. It's a display of affection, that the whole group can see and it's unabashed, and natural like they never ‘ took a break ’, or ‘ snuck around ’ they are happily together, and content.

“Oh thank god..!” Rory announces as he stares at the right hand, and the leader wrapped around each other. “A bunch of the boys were arguin’ over who we would have to go to in the divorce, an’ I wasn't ready for that.” Johnny laughs loud, and boisterous, the rest of the boys look guilty.

“Well now I gotta hear who were you all gonna pick..?”

Without hesitation a chorus of ‘Peanut’ fills the kitchen, and he kackles happily kissing Peanuts temple.

“Shit I would have too.”

Johnny says, they laugh again before stepping into a calm conversation over lunch. It’s the weeknd they will just be hanging out, or working all day, and if Johnny gets to spend it making up lost time, he doesn't mind having nothing to do today.