little jordon snippet I just wrote for funsies to get a feel for them, under da cut !!! Itâs set when theyâre schoolboys, inspired a little by the schoolboys idea I came up with @yvsp0 !
Anthony had been raised to never smoke a cigarette. Not only was the cancer risk drilled into his brain harder than a square peg in a round hole, his parents had also told him that it was not proper nor becoming of a young man of his caliber. However, Anthony doubted his parents actually saw him as a young man of any caliber, instead of just a canvas to project their own desires for a child on.
If only they could see what he was doing now. He was certainly painting quite the picture.
Curtis took his pack of Mayfair out of his pocket, and with a quick movement he produced two cigarettes.
âDonât know when you got a hunger for cigarettes, Ant.â Curtis said, his voice raspy and acrid. Clearly this wasnât his first cigarette of the day.
âDunno.â Anthony said, avoiding the Scouserâs gaze. âI got bored just watching you smoke.â
âDidnât know you could get bored watching me.â Curtis said, smirking as he expertly lit the two cigarettes, both sticks in one hand and his pocket lighter in the other.
Anthony got up from his place sitting in the grass and looked left to right anxiously. Nobody was around. He didnât know why he bothered checking, honestly. Nobody came to this part of the back of the school, especially not on a Saturday. He and Curtis had discovered this spot a year or two back, and now always used it as the venue for their secret rendezvous.
âShut up.â He said jokingly, placing a quick peck on the Scouserâs lips, enjoying the feeling of the ladâs patchy stubble against Anthonyâs own posh, soft baby skin.
âIf you insist.â Curtis said, and handed Anthony one of the cigarettes. Anthony held it between his fingers. He looked down at it for a moment. It was surprisingly light for something whose effects were so heavy. The faint glow of the burning flame flickered in the windy evening. Anthony was suddenly reconsidering this.
âStarinâ at it ainât gonna smoke it.â Curtis said, giving Anthony an eyebrow. Then, the Scouser took a drag, and Anthony watched him as he always did, this time a lot more closely as he aimed to copy him. He watched as Curtis forced the air into his body by subconsciously stopping himself from breathing through his nostrils. Watched as the smoldering cigarette butt glowed as the smoke traveled down his windpipe and settled in his lungs, his eyes raking over the slight movement of Curtisâ Adamâs apple. Then, he watched the Scouser exhale, as always respectfully blowing it to the sky away from Anthonyâs face.
âWow,â Curtis said, his voice appropriately a little more raspier, âYou really do like watching me smoke.â
Anthony chuckled nervously at Curtisâ teasing, then he realized it was now or never. So he dove in, putting the cigarette in his mouth and inhaling, trying his best to shut his nostrils. Immediately he feels the burn of the foreign gas in his body. He already feels his systems working to reject it, and coughs bubble in his chest. He fights them down and forces himself to inhale it long enough to feel it scorch his lungs. It feels like his alveoli are all exploding, and he can only hope it doesnât show on his face. When he canât take it anymore, he exhales, and the gas is somehow worse coming up than it is down. He isnât able to maintain composure anymore and he begins to cough, dropping his cigarette to the ground as he doubles over.
Curtis quickly galvanizes, stomping out the cigarette and rushing to Anthony, crouching and setting the boy down so he can sit on the grass. He pounds Anthonyâs back to ease him.
âBreathe, baby, breathe.â Curtis soothed, rubbing his back now instead of smacking it. âJust get some fresh air.â
Anthony coughed for a few more seconds while the smoke properly expelled itself from his respiratory system. Curtis continued to soothe him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
When the coughing fit subsided, Curtis sat him up straight and looked directly at him.
âAre you mad?! Let me guess, youâve never had a cigarette in your life. Or a joint. Or even a fucking vape.â
âYou shouldâve told me that. I wouldâve told you how to take it easy. Held your nose for you. Something, anything. God, Ant, you thick fool.â
Anthonyâs voice comes out raspy and muted, although heâs pretty sure thatâs not only because of the cigarette. His head hurts and heâs not sure why Curtis is yelling at him. âIâm sorry, I just-â
âI wanted to impress you, I wanted you to know I could be- could be hard like you.â Anthony hung his head in shame.
Curtis put a hand on his chin, lifting his head up. âThe poshest, prettiest boy this side of Mersey wants to impress me. Might be the craziest thing I ever heard.â
Anthony laughed a little, which made him cough a bit more. âStop being funny, it hurts.â
âYouâre taking away my identity, that.â Curtis says, poking Anthony in his side, âtelling me not to be funny.â
âPoor you, who would you be without that?â Anthony said, rolling his eyes.
âIâd still be your super leng boyfriend, so Iâm good.â Curtis smirked. Then his face fell a little. âSorry for yelling at you. You just scared me is all. Donâ know what Iâd do if you got hurt, especially âcause of a cig I gave you.â
âIâm sorry, I just feel so soft whenever youâre smoking your cigs and Iâm standing on the sidelines like a little kid.â
âHey,â Curtis took Anthonyâs hand in his. Anthonyâs immediately struck by its roughness, Curtisâ palm, a mess of callouses, feeling foreign against the creamy soft texture of Anthonyâs manicured hand. âI like you âcause youâre all proper and posh, donât think you need to change anything about yourself for me, okay?â
Anthony blushed, he still got all red whenever Curtis said he liked him. âIâŚokay.â
Curtis smiled and the two shared a quick kiss.
Curtis leans away and effortlessly takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the dry gas out of his mouth like a train smokestack. Anthony didnât even realize he was still holding it, not to mention the fact his boyfriendâs cigarette was still lit.
âItâs impressive how you managed to keep it lit and intact this whole time.â Anthony said, flicking Curtisâ ear playfully.
âBecause Iâm addicted,â Curtis said dryly. âI canât live without it.â
âYeah, count me out of that drug addict life.â Anthony joked, and laid his head against Curtisâs shoulder, the two Mersey boysâ hands finding each other and interlocking on the cool evening grass. âBut count me in to being part of yours.â
âWill do.â Curtis said, turning to Anthony and kissing his hair. Then he took another drag. âMaybe we can get you some wafer tubes and you can pretend itâs a cig.â
âWhat?â Curtis said, throwing his head back in laughter. âIâm just coming up with ideas you can actually handle, sweetheart.â
âPiss off.â Anthony said, trying to sound as mad as possible, but he wasnât sure it worked, judging by Curtisâ laughter getting even more raucous. So, Anthony just laid back on his boyfriendâs shoulder, enjoying the sound of his laughter under the cool evening sun.