♛ d r u g d e a l e r

“You’d pretend to enjoy yourself just for me? Gee, I feel special.” Leslie grinned, biting down on his lip to keep it from splitting his face in half. His tone was more of a drawl, but he was being genuine. He’d half-expected to have to prod at him for at least a few more minutes before he got him to play along and have a good time, but this was just as nice, if not better. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s waist and nodding, the motion minuscule so as not to displace the lips on his skin. He tilted his head back and pressed up on his toes a bit to kiss him properly. “Sure, we can dance, if you think you can keep up with me and my mad skills. I wanna do whatever you wanna do.”

“As you should. I don’t pretend to be happy just for anyone, you know. That’s reserved especially for you and a few select other people.” He let his arms wrap around the shorter boy, an easy grin on his lips. This was nice. Hakeem didn’t really think coming to prom would be a fun experience for him, but it was turning out to be quite the night. “I’m glad I came here with you,” he mumbled before their lips met. “Oh, please,” Hakeem snorted, pulling back from the kiss. “I’m sure I can out dance you anytime, any place. Especially right here and right now.”

“Shh, stop being mean to me. This night is not being as fun as I thought it was gonna. Be nice.” He poked Hakeem square in the chest. “And I’m five-eleven. Just short of being a winner, I guess. Alas.”

“I’m not being mean to you. I’m just stating facts, hobbit.” Hakeem plucked the shorter boy in the middle of his forehead, grinning at him. “Close enough. You can pass for six foot.”

“Well, no,” Leslie started, reaching up to smooth out the lapels of Hakeem’s blazer, rolling his eyes. “But we’re already here so we might as well make the most of it, don’t you think? We don’t even have to stay the whole time. We can dance a little, drink a little, mingle a little, and then we can get gone, if we wanna. Don’t be such a grump.” He brought one of his hands down gesturing toward himself. “I didn’t get all dressed up for nothin’.”

Hakeem huffed out a sigh as Leslie smoothed out his suit jacket, looking down at him intently. “Fine, fine. I guess I can pretend to have a good time, just for you.” He lifted up a finger to tap him on the tip of his nose, before leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. “Wanna dance?” The taller boy whispered against the other’s forehead softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I do, indeed, mind not touching your face. Look at your skin! It’s so smooth, you’re like, glowing— I’m not a hobbit! I mean, listen, there’s like, a huge height difference a’tween you and me, but after you, Shaq, I’m like, one of the tallest in our class, which is sad ‘cause I’m not even that tall. But I’m taller than all my friends! That’s how I know.”

“I’m sorry I was blessed with amazing skin and height and you weren’t, hobbit.” Hakeem shrugged, reaching up to adjust the knot of his tie, before glancing around the room. “You’re not that short though. How tall are you? Like five-eleven, six foot?”

“We don’t need to be drunk to make it through tonight. We’ve got our friends, we’ve got our youth and– okay, alcohol, but. Be optimistic. We’re gonna have a good time either way. They do it all the time in teen dramas.”

“You really believe that bullshit?”

“I would pass a breathalyzer test. Made sure of it, in fact.” Of course, now he’s just weirdly reaching up since Hakeem bat his hand away, rude, so he lightly pats him on the cheek and lets his arm fall. “Okay, true, but you look especially good. ‘I guess’? Don’t give a compliment you don’t mean, sir.” 

“Do you mind not touching my face.” He raises an eyebrow at him, rolling his eyes. “Especially good. Thanks for the compliment, hobbit. If I didn’t mean it I wouldn’t have sad it, trust me.”

“Do you think the chaperons saved us all the trouble and spiked the punch bowl themselves this year? Because the fruit floating on top says jungle juice, but the misery in their eyes says diluted Tampico and Hawaiian Punch.”

“Even if they did, I think we should go on and add a little splash of something ourselves. It probably won’t be as strong as we need it to be to make it through the night.”

“Shh, Hakeem. Shhh.” He puts a finger to Hakeem’s lips, but fucking hell, the man is tall. His lips are so far away. “It would be irresponsible. I’m not irresponsible. You look good! Clean up well.”

“You better hope they don’t check to see if any of us are wasted, man. Because you’d surely fail that test.” He bats his finger away when he tries to put his finger against his lips. “I always look good. You look quite alright yourself, I guess.”

“What? No, no, I didn’t pre-game prom, I would n e v e r. That’s inappropriate. Did you?”

“I find that a little hard to believe, but okay. I couldn’t, unfortunately. I didn’t have enough time.”