Notes: We're getting somewhere I promise. Next chapter with the sex will be out next week then I have to take a business trip a couple thousand miles away so I might have to hold off until I get back. I've spent more time outlining where I want to take this as well. This story really has been a great outlet for my emotions and mental problems so I hope you're enjoying it. Thank you for the Support as always
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I flicked my cigarette out the window as we cruised down the turnpike. Driving through Pennsylvania was just one giant climb. We were about an hour into the trip, and Johnny made me promised to not look up what was going on in Atlantic City this weekend. I was entertaining myself by sampling some new music that I had come across on Jon's phone.
"I kinda like this one." I tossed the end of my cig out the window. "Garrix is really on his way up."
"I mean after Animals the world is his."
"Sure but I usually start hating this shit as soon as it goes mainstream."
"You're so fucking pretentious. Just enjoy things for the sake of enjoying them. You don't need to care who enjoys it."
"You don't get it dude, when you go to a packed show with a million people it's a totally different vibe than when people have their space. You'll see this summer when we get out to Vegas."
"Look at you, making plans when we're not even through the first one." Jon caught me. I had briefly talked about not doing the Scotland thing this year, maybe go out to Vegas for EDC. I didn't specify going with him now that we were of age but I might have had a dream or 2 about it.
"Any chance you get to hold something over me huh Jon?"
"You fucking love it. As much as you love when you catch me."
"Why are you so smug all the time?"
"You think I'm smug now? I'm nervous as fuck Jason." He scratched the back of his head with his left hand. "If it bothers you this much I'll stop but I know you like it."
I mean he was right. That was our whole thing, we listen to music, rib each other and laugh. It was just nice to have someone to talk to that wasn't Jenna. Was it enough to pursue a relationship over though? The jury was still out on that. A big part of me was just so pathetic and lonely that any positive attention was like a rush of sugar. I still didn't know what I wanted out of Jon and I felt bad that I might be leading him on after all of this.
"I do like it you're right." I relented. "You're lucky you're cute or I wouldn't put up with it."
"I can annoy you AND you find me cute? Nice!"
A messenger notification popped up on his phone and the dashboard interrupting the music. Jon certainly didn't think handing me his phone through as I read the title of the Group "The Boyz(No Girlfriends or you're gay)"
"Oh boy what is this?"
"Jason fucking don't." He switched hands and reached over to swipe it back from me.
"Oh no no no Johnny boy." I put it out of reach just in time. "I'm gonna read this and enjoy it."
I opened up messenger and I instantly recognized the face of Ken Wilker. Poor guy had lost the genetics lottery and was stuck with acne until he was 25 at least. "Johnny if you don't come back a winner we'll never let you live it down."
The next message came from Jamal Smith "Nah I'm over this shit, I miss old Johnny. Old Johnny wouldn't be taking a trip with some dumb kid he didn't have a chance with."
"Yeah he's kind of stupid too." Sam Brooks couldn't pass up a chance to talk shit as usual.
"Would you two shut the fuck up and let Johnny be happy?' Wilker typed impressively fast. "Let Johnny be Johnny, we still see him every day anyways."
"I don't wanna have to hang out with Jason Andrews. Dudes gonna go off one of these days and shoot up the school."
"Wait, that's why we should be his friend. So he won't kill us."
This was standard honestly. It was worse when we were younger. I was seen as a walking time bomb, going to snap and go insane at any time. When you get older all that shit stops mattering, you start getting an idea of what is actually going on in the world. I was honestly happier about getting new leverage over Johnny if anything. He was visibly sweating looking for somewhere to pull over, finally settling on the parking lot of a Stackers.
"Give me the fucking phone." He grabbed onto the USB cord and as expected it snapped off immediately.
"Aw come on I'm enjoying reading what your friends think of me."
"No Jason I mean it. They're assholes and I know it." He whipped off his seatbelt and jumped on me faster than I had anticipated. He smacked the phone out of my hand and it fell on the side out of sight. "Come on."
"Looks like you're not getting it now." I looked up and realized Johnny was right on top of me. The visible sweat was glistening from his forehead and was removing whatever product he put in his hair. That generic axe body spray smell I'd become accustomed to permeated my nose and made me realize the rather compromising position I was in. His black shirt was riding up his chest and I could see the outline of his six pack leading down to his black boxer briefs. I could only imagine the look on my face as my eyes wandered.
He pinned the hand he smacked and looked me straight in the eyes. "I don't give a fuck what they said. If they hate you I have no problem not seeing them ever again. Anyone who hurts you has to answer to me now." The intensity at which he looked at me sent a shiver down my spine. It was no secret who was the dominant one was, but holy fuck this guy did Jon Han know what to say to be in control. "I know you're not a bad guy. Now can I please have my phone so I can tell them off?"
"How about another trade?" I offered with heavy innuendo. I was incredibly aroused right now and didn't even think about playing some stupid game of cat and mouse. The cat had me exactly where he wanted me.
