The echoes of impatience pounded through the hall with each tap of the foot. As the man from afar came closer, the smacking of gum being aggressively chewed could be heard. The scowl was deadly. His crossed arms showed discontent. However, Simon could only be so threatening when dressed with a bandana tied around his neck like an ascot. It's red color popped against the black of his t-shirt.
"Hey." JJ casually said. Simon didn't say anything back. He kept scowling and then he suddenly looked away. "What's the matter with you?"
"I've been waiting for two hours for you to show up." he grumbled.
"Sorry I was busy taking care of some things." JJ shrugged it off.
"Sounds like bullshit." Simon hissed. He's nice but not as complacent as people view him to be.
"Why are you being such a bitch?" JJ grabbed Simon by the face, squishing his cheeks. Simon ripped JJ's hand off of his face.
"Don't touch me like that."
"I'll touch you how I want." The hand reaching for a second time was swatted away by Simon.
"Stop!"
But he tried a third time. This time Simon let him take the controlling hold of his head. Simon stared at him with a hurtful anger. Tears swelled up covering his eyes in a glossy sheen. It was times like this Simon hated how he gave in. It just let him get walked over again later. But it was more fun to work out problems through sex.
"Fuck me."
JJ obeyed the command. Simon's back slammed so hard against the wall it could've broke. He wasted no time shoving his tongue into the submissive's mouth. Each hand was pinned against the wall. JJ pushed them up over his head. He held the wrists together with one hand. The other hand snaked to Simon's neck. Simon gasped his last breath of air before the hand squeezed the same trigger points it always does. Simon's eyelids battered as that deep euphoria started flowing in. JJ barely let go enough to let him speak.
"What can I do?" JJ asked rhetorically.
"Touch me how you want." Simon answered. JJ released Simon so he could drag his fuck-toy to the restroom.
That's what he liked about JJ. No one is as rough and ruthless as he is. JJ would choke him, tie him, and step on him. JJ makes Simon feel like the whore he is. Forfeit all autonomy and liberty. Let his body get used. And he enjoyed every minute of it. In his darkest fantasies that's his only purpose: To say yes. He was well aware it was an unhealthy coping mechanism for his trauma. But it got him off. So he carries on coping this way with JJ.
Fight and fuck.
And after all that, they still went to get bubble tea. It was Simon's choice of reward for making it through JJ. And JJ was paying to save Simon the dollars he would have to spend buying a new bandana. JJ ripped his red one when using it to muzzle him.
They shuffled a few steps forward closer to the cashier. Simon stood behind JJ with his wrapped around the slightly shorter man and his chin resting on the top of his head. While waiting in line, Simon read the menu and discovered items he never knew were served here. Once he found what he liked, he never changed it. The thought never occurred to taste a new drink.
"Are you okay?" JJ asked, attempting to look up.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Just checking."
The thoughtful gesture caused Simon to hold him tighter. JJ had the sweetest, softest side to him that Simon wishes other people saw. It wasn't fair how much all of his friends over looked JJ. To be fair, part of the reason they never got to know him is because he chooses to seclude himself. Personally, JJ only cares about Simon's self. He doesn't care to know the other aspects of his life. Once they were holding their orders in their hands, they went back outside to enjoy them. A little table with two chairs was set up outside right around the corner.
"I can't believe it's been two years since we met." JJ commented.
"Has it been? I can't believe you keep track of stuff like that." Simon held his drink with two hands, sipping on it.
"How could I forget our first encounter?" JJ excitedly spoke.
"At the party right?" Simon put his chin in his palms.
"No! Well yes, but you're leaving out the part that makes it even better! We met in class first remember?" JJ corrected him.
"Oh yeah!"
"We sat next to each other. It was incredibly awkward and painful because we were both so shy. Then that weekend we spotted each other at that party. It was like night and day. We were so shocked. I honestly didn't believe you were that same kid from our class at first." JJ reminisced on the fond memory.
"Give me good music and good company, and I'm my best me." Simon glowed, imagining a fake party in his head. In every rendition he's the center of attention. "That night though, I was just trying to fit in. I wanted to be like the other boys."
"You were in that baggy unwashed shirt, crusty-ass red converse shoes, and a dumb snapback." JJ remembered in detail.
"Wow... rude!"
"Are you saying you looked good?"
"No, I certainly didn't."
"Then don't act so offended."
"If I was so ugly, then why did you stick your dick in my mouth?"
"Because I was drunk."
"Okay now that's super fucking rude!"
"But I don't have to be sober to know a pretty boy when I see one."
"Uh-huh. What you really saw was my pretty mouth." Simon suggestively licked his upper lip. JJ hummed at the sight of that precious, wet tongue.
"What I saw was a boy feeling his fantasy alone who shouldn't be keeping all that good love to himself. Very selfish of you." JJ playfully tutted his finger at Simon.
"Well since I met you I've been redistributing this love like a communist." Simon's joke was received with a mild smile. A little too intellectual for JJ. Behind JJ, Simon recognized a certain blonde boy's heading bobbing past. "Harry! Hi!" Simon yelled, frantically waving his long arm in the air. The boy called stopped to turn and find where his name was being shouted from. When he moved to face Simon, another boy was revealed behind him. "Oh and Ethan! Hi to you too!"
"Hey Simon." Harry walked over to him with Ethan alongside. "How are you guys?"
"We're wonderful. What about you?" Simon answered for himself and JJ.
"Good." They both answered slightly out of sync with each other. Simon noticed how caught off guard Harry appeared to be. Ethan, on the other hand, didn't come across bothered at all.
"Where are you hooligans off to?" Simon inquired.
"We're going to hangout with a friend of mine." Ethan answered, keeping his hands in his pant pockets. Harry broke his maintained gaze at Ethan to now stare at the ground. A dodgy grin slipped onto Simon's face as he remembered what they were up to. It was great to see Harry stepping outside of his box and things for him and Ethan to be working out.
"Does Vik know?" The attempted whisper came out like a whisper-shout that everyone could easily hear. The question made Harry visibly tense.
"No?" He figured his friend must be asking if Vik knew where he was going.
"Well you guys are very cute together." Simon innocently implied they were dating.
"Huh?"
"Oh we aren't-"
Simon's face melted into an embarrassed panic mess when they floundered at the implication made. Harry rapidly shook his head that was increasingly turning a tomato red. Ethan appeared sheepish and even his pale tone warmed to a deep pink.
"Oh! I uh... I meant you're, uh, outfits look cute! Next to each other. Together!" Simon anxiously laughed through a wilted smile. In utter confusion, JJ internally cringed. Although he was out of loop with all of this, he still recognized the unbelievable awkward situation Simon put them in.
"Got it, got it. I see where we could've, um y'know, misunderstood you." Harry backed away. It was time to shut this conversation down.
"Yeah. Exactly. A misunderstanding. My fault. I misspoke." Simon shoved the straw in his mouth to shut himself up.
"Okay, well, we'll see you around Si. Nice to see you again JJ." Harry waved goodbye. Him and Ethan rushed off. They were just desperate to get away and pretend that whole interaction never happened.
"Are they not an item?" JJ was still lost.
"No, I thought they were." Simon whispered feeling incredibly bad for jumping ahead of their status. He thought they were further ahead than that. "Whoops." he grimaced.
"How's your ass?" JJ changed the topic back to something he was more interested in.
"It's fine, you dick." Simon knew what he wanted to hear was 'sore' or 'hurts' but Simon felt like being honest. JJ playfully stuck out the tip of his tongue to show he was messing with him. Simon's hand was taken by JJ's from across the table. JJ rubbed his thumb over the top in circular motions before pulling it close to lay a tender kiss on it.