if you could see the study guide for my recent bio exam...you would understand why i haven't updated lol

luvblaze wanted a part two to the diner one shot, someone on ao3 sent in a prompt (below) and i had an idea of my own, so i'm combining the three

@/MeroNiakeehl on ao3: "Jonnhy gets real silent for a couple of minutes while on a conversation with his friends and out of the blue says, "fuck this, imma fuck that dude", and walks away in Daniel's direction, leaving his friends all stone cold and baffled into silence. "

(i'm gonna change the wording of the prompt a little because i am a coward)

Content warning for, uh...Johnny and Daniel heatedly make out in a janitor's closet, essentially.

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Larusso's wearing his graduation cap.

He's in a cafeteria bustling with graduating seniors, and he's the only one wearing his goddamn graduating cap, and it's driving Johnny a little crazy.

It was the last day of school, and the seniors were all sent to the cafeteria to hang out and wait to be dismissed. It was bullshit, really, but that was the public school system for you. At least people had brought cards and board games. The seniors all had their graduation robes and hats in bags, as there was no need to wear them until the actual graduation, but Larusso seemed to get a kick out of wearing the stupid, flat-topped hat.

They were friends, Johnny and Larusso. Ever since that night at the back of the diner, Larusso's hands tightened in his shirt as he cried, Johnny had felt a strange sense of protection for the Bambi-like boy. Larusso had said something about power dynamics in relationships, something he'd read in some book, and he deemed it unfair for Johnny to keep giving him money if they were going to be genuine friends.

His mom had gotten better, anyway. She'd been sick from January onward, but she finally made a recovery and started working again, so Larusso didn't have to sell the car. He even quit the diner but still supported his mom with a new job at some ice cream place close to the school.

Johnny didn't like thinking about it, but he never stared at any of his friends the way he stared at Larusso. He'd like to blame it on the stupid hat, but his eyes are trained on Larusso's coy grin while he talks to Ali a table away. They're playing UNO, Larusso apparently winning. Johnny wanted to pull him away before he could, just to catch his attention.

"Hey, Johnny, you alright?" Bobby's voice snaps him out of wherever his thoughts were spiraling. "You've been zoned out for a while, now."

Johnny looked up to see Tommy trying to teach Jimmy how to play some odd version of poker with go fish cards; if Tommy's trying to swindle him, he's not smart enough to pull it off. Dutch is leaned over, talking to some girl at another table about the potential fooling around they should be doing before they graduate and leave this place forever. And Bobby is just looking over, concerned but inattentive.

Johnny decides, for the first and last time, to take a page out of Dutch's book.

"Fuck it, I gotta have him before we graduate." Johnny stands abruptly, his tacky tall bag containing his robe knocking over as he makes his way over to Larusso's table. He's sure his friends are baffled into silence, but he's got at least fifty things on his mind that aren't that.

He's thinking about last night, and how Larusso had tried to pay him back some of the money Johnny had given him. They were sitting on the floor in Miyagi's dojo, Daniel scooping out a portion of the money in a pathetic mass of singles and coins.

"It's my stepdad's money," Johnny confessed. "I'd burn it just to light a fire under his ass. Don't worry about paying it back, seriously. You've already helped me pass calc and everything else, so we're even."

"You still haven't crane kicked me, though." Larusso argued, as if the little Jersey punk actually wanted to get the air kicked right out of his lungs.

Larusso's looking at him with those wide, expectant eyes and long lashes, and Johnny has no idea how he'd ever actually hurt him again.

Well, the guy did kick him in the face once. So. The motivation was still there.

"How about a little friendly sparring?" Johnny suggested.

Johnny reached Larusso's table in a daze, and Ali looked up at him with her cute little button nose all scrunched like he's a dead bug on her desk. Alright, he deserves that. But his gaze trained on Larusso, who's trained right back at him, those same expectant eyes he'd seen at the All Valley five months previous.

"Come with me, would you, Larusso?" He asked, and Larusso's eyes flash with surprise and intrigue.

"But I've almost won," Larusso says, but it doesn't even have a match lit compared to any real fiery words of protest he'd hurled at Johnny in the past.

Johnny's lip curls in a smile. He really hasn't the time for this—the half-baked plan in his mind a "now or never" endeavor—but he figures he'd throw the winning shot. He came around the table and pulled Larusso's head back by his hair, the boy making an adorable surprised noise from his throat (his whole neck bare for Johnny, provided the entire school would look away). Johnny took a look at his cards. "He's got two blues, a four and a two." He remarked to Ali. He knelt down to Larusso's level. "Now your schedule's freed up, so you can come with me, right, doll?" He murmured in Larusso's ear, the boy's cheeks heating so darkly one would think Johnny had said something really dirty to him.

Johnny looked up at Ali and smiled innocently (at least, as innocently as he could manage knowing Ali could see right through him).

"Dick," Larusso muttered, but he put his cards down and walked after Johnny anyway, who was already strolling out of the cafeteria.

Larusso could really throw a punch.

He put his whole weight into it, and Johnny's fatal flaw was underestimating him. Larusso kicked and punched like they had never made amends. Even so, Johnny's blend of offensive and defensive fighting style was a new surprise, and eventually he had Larusso pinned to the wall, an arm against his chest.

Larusso was breathing heavily, and his eyes sparked in defiance despite his defeat. He licked his lips, mouth open slightly (mouth breather) as he looked up at Johnny curiously.

"What now?"

Johnny checked the hallway, and at the all-clear he opened the janitor's closet and pulled Larusso in with him. (Hopefully Ali didn't follow them, they had discovered together in junior year that this particular closet was always unlocked).

"Now?" Johnny felt the heat in the room rise as he pressed his forehead against Larusso's. The edges and technicalities of the world blurred; he would--he should--kiss him.

But he was new at this. Showing mercy, thinking precisely before his actions rather than running on instinct. He held Larusso's arms for a moment before slipping away.

"Now...I should probably go home," Johnny murmured. At any point he could have kissed Larusso, and he was damn sure he would have kissed him back. But perhaps that scared him more than rejection, and he was a merciful coward now.

"You didn't get to crane kick me last night," Larusso said, and damnit, he was still on that.

"You talk like you want me to kick the crap out of you," Johnny replied pointedly.

"I don't think we'd have the room in here," Larusso pointed out, looking around the closet. He settled beside a shelf in the corner against the wall, practically doing Johnny's job for him. "So, what did you want to do in here?"

Johnny pushed up against Larusso, getting into his space in the same way he was last night, with his hands grasping Larusso's arms.

"I wanted to apologize for last night," Johnny uttered, feeling his cheeks heat in embarrassment and shame. He hardly ever apologized for anything; Kreese had once said every apology was like losing a fight with no punches. "I'm sorry for being stupid, Larusso..."

"If you didn't say last night, I wouldn't know when you were being stupid," Larusso replied smartly, and Johnny resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "And I've told you to call me Daniel. It's not like we're in the army."

Johnny grinned, simply glad that Daniel wasn't upset with him for being scared. "Come on, you don't want me to call you Daniel...it's 'Larusso' or 'doll', your choice." He raised a brow as a thought dawned on him. "Unless you like 'princess'...?"

"Princess?" Daniel rolled his eyes with a grin. "Come on, that's even worse. Can't you just—j-just..." his voice faltered as Johnny's restraint melted away, and he started to kiss at Daniel's neck, moving up to his jawline and ear.

"Just what?" Johnny whispered, nibbling on Daniel's earlobe and relishing the whine that escaped his lips. He pulled away to get a good look at Daniel's flushed face, to see if he was alright with this, to glance down at his lips.

"Just...keep going..." Daniel replied, his own whisper not scarce, but a secret for only them.

Johnny pressed his lips to Daniel's, hands pushing into his hair only to knock his graduation cap to the side. He let out an annoyed noise, almost like a growl, from his chest, pulling away and jerking the hat off. "What's with this stupid hat, hm?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Daniel's slim waist as he put the hat dismissively on one of the shelves.

"Wanted to—" Daniel fucking whimpered as Johnny sucked a mark on his neck, fingers tangling into his fluffy hair. "W-wanted to annoy you...I heard you talking to one of your friends about how stupid it looks, and you know how I'm always trying to annoy you..."

Johnny makes an agreeing noise, and when his hands snake up Daniel's shirt, he swallows his shaky breath with another deep kiss.

Johnny figured that he would be lost when it came to boys, when it came to Daniel, but it surprisingly felt natural. Daniel moved well against him, hands grappling at Johnny's sweatshirt. Daniel kissed like he fought: coming up for more, being underestimated, challenging to a bigger person he really shouldn't be challenging.

"You kiss like we're never gonna see each other again," Daniel comments breathlessly, arms coming up to wrap around Johnny's neck.

Johnny knows that it's not true, and they both know it. He and Daniel were both planning on going to community college (though Daniel seemed a little flakey on school post-grad). They were gonna be here, together...and for the first time, that excited Johnny rather than scared him.

"Yeah, well...you moan like a whiny virgin." Johnny fired back, as if it's an argument of any substance rather than just making fun of him.

"I...I—" Daniel seemed to have that pouty, defeated look again, and Johnny probably wouldn't refrain if Daniel admitted he were a virgin. But, just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Johnifer Elaine Lawrence, you are not having sex in the janitor's closet on the last day of school!" Bobby's voice greeted them behind the door, and damn, he should not have told Bobby of all people about the hook-up closet.

Daniel seemed to not help but snicker. "Johnifer?" He raised an eyebrow, and Johnny wondered just when Daniel's eyebrow raise went from making him want to kiss him rather than punch him.

"Elaine," Johnny replied with a groan, glaring at the door. "Not anymore, Bobby, thank you."

"You're welcome," Bobby replied. "Somebody spilled soda in the cafeteria, so they're gonna need stuff to clean it up."

Johnny sighed as he rested his head in the crook of Daniel's neck for a moment, smiling a little to himself as Daniel's fingers carded through Johnny's hair as if this were natural for them.

"Alright," Johnny left the janitor's closet, Daniel trailing close behind after he grabbed his cap. Even though it was obvious what they were up to, Daniel still was one for flimsy excuses.

"M-Mr. Harris wanted me to get a vacuum cleaner—"

"And it attacked your neck?" Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, that happens a lot. Let's just hope your grad robes cover that up."

Daniel just smiled sheepishly and followed the two down the hall.

"You don't mind?" Johnny asked Bobby after a long, deliberate moment.

Bobby just shook his head. "It's a conversation for another day, man. Overall, these past few months have been...surprising, but it's cool. I wouldn't stop being your friend over what girl you're dating, so it doesn't make a difference to me that you're fooling around with Larusso. I just want to hang out with you as much as I can before I leave for college, you got all summer to be in closets with him." He nudged Johnny's shoulder, Johnny letting out a relieved breath as he nudged Bobby back.

Johnny took a step back to walk with Daniel. "Hey," he said, in a newfound soft voice used just for him...though that would probably change once they got back to sparring.

"Hey," Daniel uttered his reflection in reply.

"You go hang out with Ali and them, and I'll hang out with my Cobras...and we'll meet up later, alright? We've got a whole summer ahead of us."

Daniel lit up at that and nodded. "A whole summer...we should think up some things to do, you know."

Johnny just shrugged. "I can already think of one," he suggested, sneaking behind Daniel and squeezing his ass teasingly just before they reached the cafeteria.

Daniel slapped his hand, but he couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, very romantic, Lawrence."

"We've got time for romance later, we've got the whole summer." Johnny blew him a kiss, and he didn't care who was watching.

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I enjoyed that a lot, the combination of the prompts went a lot better than the chaos in my head lol...also a lot of what I've been writing of them is emotional pre-relationship or just mindless sexual tension, so the, uh, combination of the two worked out pretty well I think. Definitely just an excuse to practice my make out writing skills—

Anyways, I'm gonna go get a milkshake

Ciao

~mw