“i want you on your worst behavior , touch me like a gangster”

the night starts out loud , a party at the boneyard, bodies pressed around a fire, kooks and pogues mingling in ways they probably shouldn’t. you weren’t even supposed to run into jj tonight. not really. things between you two have been complicated, dangerous even , too many fights, too many near goodbyes. but still, there’s always that pull, that gravity that drags you back into his orbit.

and when your eyes meet across the fire, it’s the same as it’s always been. he’s leaning against the wall , bottle in hand, looking like he doesn’t care about anything at all except his eyes are on you, and you know better. the heat of it burns more than the flames ever could.

later, when the crowd gets too thick, too messy, you wander toward the edge. maybe you don’t mean to find him, maybe he doesn’t mean to find you. but you end up there anyway , the two of you tucked behind the twinkie, where the shadows eat the noise and the rest of the world can’t see.

jj smirks, the kind of smirk that says trouble before his mouth even moves. “worst behavior, huh?” he teases, low enough for only you to hear. you should roll your eyes. you should walk away. but instead, you’re laughing, too close, your shoulder brushing his like you’ve been here a thousand times before.

and that’s how it starts. not with a plan, not with some grand moment , but with that tension that coils tighter every time you breathe the same air. before you know it, you’re climbing into his truck. no words about where you’re going, no reason given. the windows are rolled down, and it’s all so unspoken , we shouldn’t be doing this, we shouldn’t be together, but here we are anyway

when he pulls into his driveway, it’s almost too easy. his house is dark, street quiet. the second the door clicks shut behind you, it shifts. his grin sharpens, eyes flicking toward the stairs like he’s daring you to follow.

“lock the door,” he murmurs once you’re inside his room, voice dripping with that reckless charm. “no one can to know.”

the air is thick with it. all the ways you’ve tried and failed to stay away from each other. it’s messy. it’s dangerous. it’s wrong. and yet it’s the only thing that feels right.

he touches you exactly like the words hanging between you — touch me like a gangster. not gentle, not careful. daring. unrestrained. the worst kind of behavior, his worst behavior, and your best kept secret.

and somewhere in the back of your head, the question hums: “how far we gon’ go?” but with jj, you already know the answer..