A couple rebel top gun pilots
Flying with no where to be.

Samuel zipped his jacket and lit a cigarette. The city was cold.

Don't know you super well, but I think you might be the same as me.

And there was King, at the end of the alley. King, whom he had known for two years at the little boarding school down the road. King, with his fur and his metallic clothes and his bitter smile. King, with his hands always clenched in a fist.

Samuel's eyes met King's and they held that for a moment before approaching each other cautiously.

Behave abnormally.

And they collapsed into the wall and into each other.

Let's let things come out of the woodwork.

Samuel squeezed his eyes shut and clutched blindly at Kings back, finding the grooves beside his spine and holding the fabric that covered the area. King threaded a hand through Samuel's hair.

I give you my best side, tell you all my best lies.

It was just a kiss, just a small gesture. There was nothing else. Hell, it wasn't even real attraction.

Everything just stated was a lie.

Awesome, right?

Samuel bit desperately at King's neck, searching for a reason he was out so late. Why were they awake? Why were they alive?

Let's let things come out of the woodwork,
I'll give you my best side,
Tell you all my best lies.

King started moving back, bringing Samuel out towards the end of the alley without breaking their lip lock. Dreaming of how they could waste the night.

Showing someone else love
Dancing with our shoes off
Know I think you're awesome, right?

But then again, maybe it wasn't such a waste. Maybe they were just kids having fun. Maybe they were getting older and needed a goodbye.

Maybe they couldn't leave each other.

Because maybe they were  made for each other, like matches and a flame.

But I guess Love burns.