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Title: LJ Drabble for June Author: Ros Pairing: VK/JM Rating: Hard R Notes: Takes place in Cracktrailer verse Sometimes Jimmy walks up to Vince during lunchtime, puts a hand on the back of his neck and steers him into the boys' bathroom. Place is empty more times than not, everyone outside to play or cause trouble elsewhere. They always take the last stall, where the wall is peeling uneven strips of olive colored paint. Jimmy tells him to pull his shirt up, so Vince does. Gathers the thin fabric in his hands and lifts his knuckles up to his chin. The paint chips tickle his back when Jimmy presses him against the wall. Makes him wriggle. Then Jimmy's mouthing a circle around his navel and up his chest, and the wriggling gets accompanied by a breathy noise he can't keep inside. "Shh," Jimmy says, straightening up to lick Vince's chin. "You gonna be quiet for me?" They've done this a few times already by now, so Vince knows to nod. And he watches Jimmy's face and not his hands, because if he looks at Jimmy's hands unbuttoning his fly and sliding his hand inside, he'll make a noise he's not supposed to. So he leans back and turns his head to the side when it happens, rubs his cheek against the chips. His face'll be covered in them afterwards, and Jimmy'll wipe them off with gentle fingertips. Gentle's for later though, after the bell rings. For now, and the next few endless moments, Jimmy's fingers are tight and unyielding around his cock and Vince jerks his hips and slicks himself wetter with each thrust. Dents his bottom lip with his teeth until he makes small tears in the skin. "Being so good," Jimmy whispers, just low enough that only Vince can hear it. Jimmy's breath is warm against his ear, sends sparkles down his spine. He has to bury his face against the side of Jimmy's neck, where he smells like salt and coarse earth. Bite into the sweat there to keep from crying out. There's the squeak of the bathroom door just beyond the sound of his heart between his ears, and then voices and laughter. Vince recognizes a few of the words, sound filtering in like broken radio waves. He looks up at Jimmy again, startled and scared. If they're found out, the boys'll give him trouble. Or tell their teacher, and then Vince will go home to face the belt. Jimmy just squeezes his fist and covers Vince's mouth with his own. Kisses him breathless and sightless, and Vince can feel Jimmy hard and insistent against his thigh. "So good," Jimmy whispers again, as if can't quite believe it. "Wanna see you come for me. Right here, with all these people just outside." Vince screws his eyes shut then, mouth open and soundless. Feels himself flush up to his hairline. He grabs Jimmy's shoulders and hangs on while the bathroom tilts and wobbles. Just a moment longer and he might say yes and it might be loud, so it's a good thing that he's coming already. Jimmy holds him up while Vince goes weightless. Waits until the boys leave and take their noise and interruptions with them. And then the world is spinning again until he's face first towards the wall. Wisps of air in secret places while his jeans slither down to clump around his ankles, and he bangs his forehead against his arm while wet fingers spread him open. Then Jimmy's pushing himself inside, big and hard. Muffling Vince's gasps under his hand while he works himself deeper. "Let's see how much longer you can keep quiet." -End