Fanfic: Promiscuity (1/1)

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Title: Promiscuity
Author: Avarice
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cyanide/Skids, Mikhael/Harley
Spoilers: -
Summary: Cyanide and Skids attend their senior prom.
Word Count: 1816
Date First Posted: 2001
Date Revised: 21-05-2011
Beta: Sandra
Awards: -
Notes: Another fic that predates LJ, and my obsession with Tybalt.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

Loud music thudded through the speakers as the class of 1999 bumped and grinded their Prom away. Two seniors stood on the edge of the dance floor, watching the proceedings.

Cyanide smoothed his hair into the ponytail for the third time in as many minutes. So far, the evening had been fairly good.

Well, apart from he and Skids not having proper dates.

But hey, the escort they pooled their money to hire was good, right?

If 'good' was defined as a 40-something, chain-smoking hooker named 'Brandi'...

...who somehow managed to develop an allergy to Cya's piercings and had to leave early...

Oh yeah, this was a great night.

But, best to make good of a bad situation. There were still plenty of girls around, some cruising to ditch their dates... it wouldn't be too hard for him to pick up.

A small sigh caught his attention, and he gave his friend a sidelong glance. Skids stood next to him, idly shifting from foot to foot, head downcast so his long, brown bangs hung over his face. Full lips were turned down in a sad pout.

Cya internally shook his head. How could it be that his best friend in the entire world (apart from Harley) could look like that and still be dateless?! There truly was no justice in the world.

"You okay, dude?" Cy asked, placing his left hand on Skids' shoulder.

Skids lifted his head a bit and turned and smiled his usual Skidsish grin, but it was obvious to his friend he didn't really mean it.

"What? Yeah, I'm okay."

Cya raised an eyebrow, and gave the shoulder he held a little squeeze. "Sure?"

The brilliant smile on Skids' face waned somewhat. "Yeah," he replied once again before looking out to the dance floor. Cya followed his gaze. Everyone bar themselves seemed to be having an incredible time.

After a moment's more silence, Skids spoke softly. "I just figured this was the night that someone would take notice of me." He turned to Cya and shrugged. "I mean, it's not like I'm gonna get another opportunity, right?"

"That's bullshit, dude. Being dateless at the Prom isn't the end of the world," Cy argued.

"Yeah, but neither is it particularly good," Skids replied placidly, clearly comfortable with his argument. There wasn't much the Latino could say to that.

Skids looked at his friend sadly. "This is supposed to be the coolest night of our high school lives, and I'm alone." Skids shot Cya a meaningful glance, which meant 'present company excepted'. Cya waited patiently for his friend to finish.

Looking down, the Italian gave a short, wistful sigh once again. "The worst part is, now I'm never gonna get a real kiss before I'm eighteen..."

Cyanide shook his head surreptitiously. That was so wrong. He and Skids were best friends. They shared everything. And to be honest, he didn't really trust Skids with anyone else apart from Harley -- Skids had such a huge heart, he was liable to get it trampled on by anyone else.

All he wanted was one lousy kiss...

Something clicked inside Cya's head. If that was all he was after... wouldn't it be better coming from a friend anyway? Seemed logical. He knew his friend didn't know what to expect. Wasn't it better to experience it firsthand from someone who he knew cared for him?

Of course it was the logical, rational thing to do. Had nothing at all to do with the fact Skids looked so downcast Cya wanted to grab his friend by the collar and press his chest against that tux-clad bronzed torso and--

Cya pushed the unbidden image from his mind. Nope. Nothing at all.

When Cya was able to clear his mind, Skids was looking at him quizzically.

"You alright?" he asked.

Smoothing his hair down into the ponytail for the fourth time in as many minutes, Cy took a step closer to his friend. "Me? Fine, fine." His voice dropped conspiratorially to a loud whisper. Skids inclined his head closer, straining to hear over the thud of music. "Look, maybe we should go some place more private."

"Okay," Skids answered immediately, his faith in Cya never faltering for a moment. "Why?"

Cya licked dry lips and gave a crooked, secretive smile. "You'll see..." With that, he grabbed Skids' arm and led him out of the gym. The Latino took a sharp right, veering down a hallway. People casually lined the walls, chatting in the less noisy atmosphere. They didn't spare the two boys a glance as one urged the other down the hall to the locker rooms.

Taking a deep breath, Cya pushed open the door, only to stumble in on a group of jocks about to... wrestle or something. He didn't know, and frankly, didn't care. Cya shut the door again and turned to Skids, whose expression held his question.

"No good," he answered. "Uh... Jock stuff. Nevermind, we'll try the bathrooms." Cya took hold of Skids' arm once again and led him in the right direction. Skids followed complacently. He was used to his friend getting ideas and dragging him off places.

They bypassed a few bathrooms with long queues, heading for the last one on this floor. Putting his ear up to the door, Cya listened intently for any signs of activity. Hearing nothing, he turned to Skids and pushed the door handle at the same time.

"Seems like this one's deser--aaaarrghh!!"

Skids, who had begun to follow his friend in slammed right into Cya's rigid form, blocking the entry. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. "Why have we sto-- whoa."

Skids's eyes widened comically, mimicking Cya's shocked expression. To his credit, Harley did attempt to cover his assets and at least look a little ashamed. Easier said than done when found propped up against the sink with a large, near-naked Russian boyfriend nibbling on one's neck.

"Um... uh... we're just... " Cya began to backpedal violently, only to run into Skids, staring with embarrassment-cum-rapt fascination. "Dude, we gotta go," he hissed, tearing his eyes away. Skids gave Harley a tiny wave as he was physically dragged from the bathroom. The door shut resolutely behind them, and Cya leant back against it, trying to collate his derailed thoughts.

He opened his eyes and glanced up at the blush faintly tinging Skids' cheeks.

"That wasn't what you wanted to show me, was it?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Not what I had in mind.... exactly," Cya responded.

"Okay," After a moment's pause, he scratched the side of his face and spoke up again. "Would have made for some yearbook picture," Skids commented, gesturing back towards the bathroom. The Latino chuckled, which soon turned into a full-throated laugh. The uncomfortable mood broken, he took Skids' arm again as then began walking back down the hall.

Skids recognised the direction they were headed. "Cafeteria?" he queried. Cya nodded. He seemed to get slightly more agitated at each location they tried.

Reaching the cafeteria, Cya smiled. "Right, this place has gotta be empty..." The punk looked through the circular plexiglass window in the door only to see the entire student council assembled inside. "Dios, don't these people know it's the prom?!" he cursed. Skids peered inside, before looking to his friend.

Cya chewed on his bottom lip. The rest of the school was undoubtedly closed off. There was nowhere else remotely 'private' to go. All the bathrooms had queues. Locker rooms, cafeteria, store rooms, banquet hall, all out, or locked.

Cyanide leant back against the wall, thumping his head against the plasterwork. Skids' brows furrowed. He'd been dragged halfway across the school and still didn't know what his friend had in mind. He waited patiently for Cya to acknowledge him.

"Dude?" Skids said quietly after receiving no response.

"Ah fuckit, Skids. Just close your eyes," Cya bit out.

Large hazel eyes blinked closed. Cy thanked Skids' trust in him, knowing that if he'd been asked what he was about to do, there was no way he could've gone through with it.

Speaking of which...

Glancing down each corridor quickly and seeing no one, Cya licked his once again dry lips and took a step closer. With a muttered curse, he pressed them to Skids'.

Skids' eyelids fluttered madly, yet they didn't open. His lashes moved, brushing across Cya's cheeks like spidery butterfly wings. Cya's lips were a steady, firm pressure on his mouth. He inhaled rapidly through his nose so as not to lose the incredible contact.

Cya fought to keep his eyes squeezed shut. Skids seemingly melted under his touch; if he had to see that as well, he might possibly go crazier than he'd already have to be to be smooching his best friend in a hallway at school on prom night.

Instead, he attempted to focus on Skids' reactions. Cya moved his lips gently back and forth without ever giving up contact with Skids' own. The Italian made a low whimper/groan deep in the back of his throat when Skids hesitantly responded. Cy's skin tingled when he elicited this reaction. Way in the back of his mind the thought occurred that he really shouldn't be getting this excited about this, but it was pushed away by the argument that it wasn't about him, it was about Skids, and making his first kiss something special.

Now, if he could only keep from his own knees liquefying...

The nervous energy that usually coursed through Skids' body like electricity seemed to have frozen -- as were any motor functions and thoughts. A starburst of colours exploded behind closed eyelids. All he could properly focus on was how soft Cya's lips were, and how good it felt.

All too soon it seemed that Cya began to pull away. After breaking the initial contact, Cya opened his eyes and pressed a second, infinitely shorter kiss to Skids' lips, before pulling back fully. Skids' eyes were still closed, and cheeks were blush-tainted pink.

He looked so flustered, Cy immediately felt the urge to apologise. "Look, man, I... uh..."

"Wow," Skids breathed, eyes still shut. He licked his lips and pressed them together in memory of the kiss. Cya blinked, mutely surprised. Skids' eyes opened slowly, wide and all encompassing.

The Latino did is best to quash the painfully sweet constriction his heart was currently engaging in. In his head he chanted his mantra;

That did not affect me...

That did not affect me...

That did not affect me...

Skids smiled faintly in wonder and embarrassment. "Are they all like that?"

That did not affect me...

That did not affect me...

That did not....

Yeah. Right.

Cya smiled, his face softening in that way it always did when he looked at Skids. Really looked. He put his arm around his friend's shoulders and began to guide him back to the gym.

"Rarely, dude. Rarely."

~finis