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Title: "Pot-headneasia"
By: me; Ivy / _precious_fear
Coupling: Mikey Way and Frank Iero (of My Chemical Romance)
Rating: NC-17 - slash/drug use
Description: I'd never been this horny and hungry at the same time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A long, tiresome sigh fell from my lips as I loaded up the last of the dishes into the dish washer and then closed it, turning it on. I picked up the rag on the counter and wiped it down again, making sure it was as clean as I felt it needed to be and then tossed the rag into the sink, looking around the kitchen. It was absolutely clean, from top to bottom. I'd cleaned up my brother and his friend's mess for the last damn time. With this thought in mind, I headed out of the kitchen and into the living room, where a cloud of smoke was lingering throughout the room. I narrowed my eyes and fanned the smoke away from my face, looking over my brother and his friend slouched down on the couch.
"Gerard, I am not cleaning anymore tonight. If you're gonna make a mess, you can clean it yourself." I said with a firm-tone to my voice, staring at my brother. He had a wide, bright grin on his face and he doubled over into laughter with his friend. This only made me sigh, yet again, and I shook my head.
"Mikey, Mikey, I never asked you to clean for me. You didn't have to." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "No, but if I didn't, I know you wouldn't have. Just because Mom's out of town doesn't mean you can just party it up around here. Besides, what if someone smell's this shit and reports it? What are you gonna do then?"
He looked deep in thought once I'd asked my question, but only shrugged it off. I watched him as he brung the blunt he was sharing with his friend up to his lips and took a long, deep drag of it. He held it in for a few seconds before exhaling toward the ceiling, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. "Why don't you try it?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at me. I scrunched up my nose and shook my head as I replied, "Hell no. It's a drug, Gerard. Drugs are bad."
For some reason, this made him laugh rather hard. Him and his friend.
His friend...I'd seen him plenty of times before. Gerard and him were always together, whether it be at school, out partying and arousing the city, or hanging out at one another's house. I think his name is Frank. I'm not sure. He was leaning back against the couch with his legs tucked beneath his body. He wore black jeans and a grey hoodie, his hair teased just right. And if I'm not mistaken, I think he's wearing eyeliner. I'm not sure of that, either.
Once my brother calmed down from his laughter, he coughed into his hand and shook his head. "Mikey, weed is the safest drug to go by. Why do you think I do it so much? All that other shit out there will kill you. The munchies never killed anyone." He said with a nod, and his friend laughed and muttered, "Ain't that the truth." as he took the blunt from my brother's hand and took a deep drag of it. I focused on his lips as he inhaled and watched as his eyes fell shut. He looked like he was in heaven.
"Does it make you feel that good?" I asked, and Frank slowly opened his eyes to look at me, a crooked grin on his lips. "You've got no idea, kid." He said with barely any volume to his voice as he laid his head back against the couch and took another hit. My attenion snapped back to my older brother as he spoke again. "Come on, Mikey. Just try it. You can't judge it if you've never tried it."
I stood in my place for what felt like a long time, contemplating my brothers words to me. I guess he was right. I've never done more than drank in my whole fifteen years. I wasn't exactly a rebel of any sort. I slumped my shoulders and slowly began to walk over to the couch, taking a seat beside Frank, but not too close.
"All right!" Gerard exclaimed and I rolled my eyes at him. He began laughing as Frank held the blunt out to me and I took it hesitantly, looking it over for a minute. Gerard tisked and whined, "Just fucking smoke it, dude. It's not gonna kill you." I shook my head and sighed, slowly bringing the end of the blunt to my lips. I pressed them down against it and inhaled the smoke, pulling the blunt away from my lips as I doubled over coughing. Gerard and Frank laughed at this and I felt a hand patting me on my back and assumed it was Frank, since I was sitting beside him.
"Hey, you all right?" He asked and I sniffled a few times, bringing my free hand up to my eyes to wipe away the tears that had welled up from coughing so hard. I nodded a few times and whispered, "I'm good." I sniffled a few more times before looking at the blunt, leaning over to the ashtray on the coffee table, ashing it. I decided right then and there that I was going to be high. Maybe it'd help mellow me out some. Help me be more talkative, perhaps.
I brought the drug back to my lips and took another hit, trying to relax as much as I could so I wouldn't choke again. This time, I held the smoke in for a couple seconds before I exhaled slowly. I could feel Gerard and Frank's eyes on me as I did this and I looked over at them. Gerard looked shocked and Frank was grinning.
"I can't believe I talked you into it." My brother said, blinking at me. I smiled and shrugged.
After a few minutes that felt like hours passed of passing the drug between my brother and his friend, Frank finally put out the blunt and explained that it was now a "roach." He placed it in his cigarette pack and said, "We always save them. We wait until we have enough to roll another blunt with. The roaches are the best. They have all the resin in them."
It felt as if his words had gone through one ear and out the other.
I was leaned back against the couch with my hands clasped together in my lap. My eyes were glued on the ashtray on the coffee table, and my head was buzzing and spinning at the same time. It felt as if everything were in slow-motion. I felt...alive, but also gone. Like I was on Cloud-9. I felt myself blink a few times and I brought one hand up to my face, sliding off my glasses. I tossed them beside me on the couch and turned my head to look at my brother and his friend. Gerard was grinning as he asked, "How do you feel?"
I blinked again but only stared at him. Suddenly, out of no where, I busted out laughing. I shook my head a little and continued to laugh. Frank began laughing as well and I laughed even harder. "I-...oh, my God..." I said between my laughter. "I'm think I'm high." Gerard laughed as well and reached over to the coffee table to grab his cigarettes. He removed one and lit it, Frank following que. They offered me one but I declined.
Shifting around on the couch a little once I'd calmed down, I curled up to the arm and sighed heavily. I stared off at nothing and listened to Gerard and Frank conversate. It felt like thirty minutes had passed, but in actuality, it was maybe only a couple, when Gerard stood up and announced that he was going to the store for "munchies."
"Mikey, what do you want?"
"What?"
"To eat. What do you want to eat from the store?"
I suddenly perked up. I sat up on the couch and my eyes widened a little bit. "I want cheddar cheese popcorn, a Snickers ice cream bar, beef jerkey, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, sour gummy worms, pop rocks...you know, the ones with the lollipop in the shape of a foot? And...a Mountain Dew." I nodded matter-of-factly and he snorted at me as he laughed. "Yessa' masta." He said sarcastically, turning to head toward the door. He unlocked it and walked out, shutting it behind him. I could hear his keys jingling as he locked the door behind him and I stretched out my arms a bit, trying to get comfortable on the couch again.
"So, this was your first time smoking?" Frank asked and I turned my head to look at him. "Oh...I forgot you stayed. Um, yeah...this was my first time."
"Forgot? Jesus, you've already caught pot-headneasia." I caught the joke and laughed softly. I could remember Gerard saying he had "pot-headneasia" a couple times when he'd misplace something or couldn't remember something.
"Do you think you'll do it again?" He asked me as he took a final drag of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray. I watched him closely before shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe. Probably...God, that sounds so awful."
"Why?"
"Because, I never wanted to get caught up in this kind of thing. I've always felt like I was...above it all."
"Yeah, but...c'mon, man. It's-...it's weed. All it does it make you feel good and you get an appetite. Doctors should prescribe it to people with eating disorders. They'd plump up real quick." I laughed at his comment and ran my tongue over my somewhat dry lips, suddenly becoming very interested with the small rip atop the thigh of my jeans. I prodded at it with my forefinger, pushing it inside.
"Yeah, but is there side affects?"
"Well, if you call being hungry a side affect, then yes. Other than that, you'll just be tired. And you'll probably laugh at really stupid things. It just makes you feel good. That's all."
"Yeah...I'm feelin' really good," I paused and looked directly at Frank. "But, for the love of God, I am so fuckin' thirsty." Frank laughed and nodded, shifting on the couch to stand up. "That'd be called cotton-mouth. C'mon." I stood up as well but sort of swayed and grabbed onto Frank's shoulder with both hands to keep balanced. He snickered and moved an arm to wrap it around me, allowing me to lean against him. "You okay? Can you walk?"
I blinked a couple times before nodding, staying close to him though, in case I couldn't walk as well as I thought. He lead me into the kitchen and flipped the light on. I moved a hand to brace it against the counter of the kitchen, laughing at myself. Frank laughed quietly and moved his arm out from around me, saying, "Just lean. What do you want to drink?"
"Um...I don't care...whatever we have." I said, turning to lean back against the counter. I watched him as he headed over to the fridge and opened it, leaning over to rummage the the contents inside. I found myself looking over his backside, tracing over the shape of his back with my eyes and allowing them to trail further down to his ass. I traced the shape of that as well with my eyes and studied the gap between his thighs from his bent-over position. I felt myself take a deep breath and I slowly let it out, watching him stand up and turn around, offering me a bottle of water. I took it and twisted the cap off, dropping it to the ground as I took a long sip of the water. The cool liquid felt like heaven in my mouth. It ran smoothly down my throat, and I realized all of a sudden that I was chugging it rather than sipping it. I'd guzzled down nearly half the bottle before I pulled it away from my mouth and took another deep breath. Frank's eyes were raised as he stared at me and I felt myself blush.
"Didn't...realize how thirsty I really was." I mumbled, lifting a hand to wipe my mouth. Frank took the bottle from my hand and smiled at me before he took a few sips of it himself. I found myself staring at the way his adam's apple would move each time he swallowed down the water. I studied the shape of his throat and jaw. His lips. His fingers wrapped around the bottle.
He was like a piece of art. He seemed like it at the moment, anyway.
I'd never been this horny and hungry at the same time.
I could feel myself stiffening between my thighs, and the mere feel made the pit of my stomach tense and then relax. I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from moaning.
I'd checked out guys before. I wasn't ashamed of my doings. I was more so ashamed at the fact that this was my brother's best and damn well only friend. I couldn't imagine what Gerard would say or do if he knew what I was thinking about his friend.
But, I could not get this boy out of my mind. He turned from me and walked back over to the fridge and opened it again, muttering as he looked through it, "Knowing Gerard, he's gonna take fuckin' forever to get back." I half smiled at his comment and I tilted my head at an angle, looking Frank up and down. He bent over again and I tilted my head further to the side and then to the opposite side, trying to view him at different angles. I could confirm that he looked amazing from every angle.
He stood upright again and shut the fridge, opening the freezer to look through that as well before he closed it with a sigh and turned to face me again. I snapped my eyes back up to his. "If he's not back in ten minutes, I'm calling out a search party." I smiled and laughed gently, pushing off the counter. Before I saw it coming, I had somehow managed to trip on my own foot. Frank was at my side immediately. He caught me, his arms wrapping tightly around my body to pull me upright and I let out a laugh, leaning against him. I could feel myself bouncing in his arms as I continued to laugh, pushing my chest against his, moving my arms around his neck. I buried my face into his shoulder to stiffle my laughter and I finally heard him laugh as well. I felt him run a hand against the middle of my back and I managed to calm my laughter. Once it had completely died down, I kept myself pressed against him with my arms around him as well.
I felt my face reddening and I felt dizzied from the intensity of the blush. More like pure shame. I didn't know what to say or do, so I kept completely stilled against him. His hand came to a stop at the small of my back, and it was silent for a few moments before he spoke. "Are you all right now?" I very slowly nodded as I lifted my head off of his shoulder to look at him. I squinted for a moment before his face came into focus for me, since I didn't have my glasses, and he smiled at this. "Do you think you can walk?" I shook my head once and he moved to my side, keeping one arm wrapped around my waist. I leaned against him more so for need of support as he walked me back into the living room. He moved us over to the couch and helped me sit down, sitting down beside me.
"Do you need anything?" He asked and I shook my head again, maneuvering on the couch to lie down. I rested my head against the arm of the couch and left my legs lying halfway off the couch, as to leave Frank some room. He smiled at me and replied, "Tired?"
"Sorta...I'm just really hungry." I answered and he nodded. "I know. Gerard's been gone forever. He does this every time..." Frank trailed off and I watched him squirm on the couch a little bit to sit more comfortably. He sat with his back against the arm of the couch, one leg folded under his body, bracing his elbow against the arm of the couch with his hand against his head to keep it propped up.
He nearly seemed edible. Every curl his lips would form into, every curve of his body, the way he moved...it all was going right between my legs. I thought of the fact that my secret down in my lower region would probably be noticed by him, but I didn't really care at the moment. I was slowly falling into what I've heard my brother call "zombie-mode." Which, I now understand why it's called that.
It grew quiet between Frank and I. I was off in my own little world, filling my head with the most lustful of thoughts. I'd never felt this...erotic before. It felt as if I were touched in the right spots, I'd explode. I could feel myself sweating and I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I moved a hand up to my face, wiping the sweat off of my forehead. I shifted around somewhat and wiped my face again, readjusting my legs on the couch.
"It's so hot," I muttered to no one in particular, closing my eyes momentarily before reopening them. Frank's eyes were locked on me, but not on my own eyes or face. His eyes were focused on my lower body. My heart sort of skipped with a faint spark of hope.
"How old are you?" He asked randomly, lifting his eyes to mine. "I'm fifteen." I answered, and he nodded. "Why do you ask?" He shrugged his shoulders slightly before responding to me. "I'm just wondering. You seem older."
"Yeah...I've been told that before." I said in a somewhat lowered voice. "How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen." He lifted his head off of his hand and scratched the back of his neck and then the side. I watched the way his painted fingernails drug over his skin and pushed my lower body down against the couch. I guess he felt the weight on the couch shift and he moved a little bit, asking, "Do you have enough room?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You don't have to move. It's just..." I trailed off and moved to sit up. "It's so hot." He smirked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Damn right it is." I wasn't sure of how to reply to his comment, so I just kept quiet. I didn't look at him. I kept my head lowered and focused on my breathing. It felt as if it were getting hotter by the minute. I groaned and lifted a hand to wipe the sweat off my face again, running my tongue over my lips. Although I wasn't looking at him, I could feel him looking at me. I finally pushed all bad thoughts aside and looked up at him. He grinned at me.
"Mikey, you're so innocent seeming," he stated, keeping his eyes glued onto me. "But I know you're not. Innocent boys don't check out other boys." I felt my face flush a dark shade of red and I felt dizzy again from shame. I swallowed harshly, but my mouth suddenly felt very dry. "It's okay, though. Pretending to be innocent can be sexy. You pull it off well."
"Are you coming onto me?" I asked, giving him a curious but interested look. He smiled and sat up so he was facing me better, looking over my eyes with his own. "Maybe. What if I am?"
"I don't know. Come onto me some more and we'll see." I don't know where that comment came from. I would have never said it had I been sober. But, at that moment, I was glad I wasn't sober. I watched him slide his tongue over his lips before he leaned into me and placed his lips against mine. My head swam with dizziness and lust. The feel of his lips - so very sinful - sent a wave of heat through my body. Before I knew what I was doing, my arms darted out around his neck and I pulled him in closer to me, crushing our lips together more firmly.
I tilted my head some and kissed him hard, recieving the same from him. We kissed with a sense of yearning and absolute want. Need. I could feel my heart quicken in my chest as I moved to lie back down against the couch. I pulled him down atop of me without breaking our kiss and he sucked my lower lip into his mouth, biting down on it every now and then as he massaged his tongue over it, continuing the kiss. My legs were parted for him as his hips rested between them. I arched my back up a little bit, purposely grinding my hips up into his. He moaned out against my mouth and parted the kiss. I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by his, his mouth slightly slack with his breathing. He pressed a few butterfly kisses to my jaw and I suddenly felt one of his hands undoing my belt.
"Wait...wait, what are-"
"Shhh..." he silenced me with that simple sound before he pressed a light kiss to my lips. "I'm gonna take care of you." I willed myself to relax against the couch and allowed him to undo my belt. Once it was open, he fumbled with the clasp of my jeans, finally undoing them as well, working the button open and sliding down the zipper. I stared up at him as he dug one of his hands inside of my jeans and let his fingers find their way around my erection. The feel sent a wave of pleasurable shock through my body and I arched my back up a bit higher on the couch, causing our stomaches to press together.
His mouth covered mine before a moan could even escape my lips. His grip tightened around me and he bagan moving his hand up and down on my dick, stroking me evenly. I parted my legs even further apart for him, trying to rock my hips up into his hand, desperate for more contact. He ran his tongue over my lips and I parted mine, sucking his tongue gingerly into my mouth, dancing my own tongue across and against his. He moaned lowly into my mouth, gripping me with a tighter fist. He thumbed over my tip, teasing the slit of my dick with the pad of his thumb before he began moving his hand again, allowing his other fingers to work against my underside.
My entire body trembled beneath him as I tried to keep focus on our kiss rather than his hand, but found it nearly impossible to do. The pleasure was almost too intense. All my senses were hightened. I couldn't imagine what it'd be like if he replaced his hand with his mouth...
"Oh, God," I groaned into his mouth, finally breaking the kiss. He continued his hand, never falting with the pace, and he gave me a firm squeeze before loosening his grip, only to do it again. Repeatedly. My head was absolutely swarming. I could feel even more sweat covering my body, but didn't pay it any mind. I was twice as hotter as I was before, but it wasn't bothering me. Nothing was bothering me. I was in oblivion.
I pressed my hands against his shoulderblades and began to run them down his back, over his sides, and then down to his ass. I ran my hands down to the crease of his ass, taking it into my palms and squeezing hard. He moaned at this and lowered his head down as he kept propped up on one arm. I turned my head for him and he attacked the side of my throat with kisses and bites. The feel of his warm breath against my skin made my eyes roll into the back of my head. This only made me tighten my grip even more so on his ass, just feeling him out the best I could as he kept his hand moving in the confines of my jeans.
I finally found a rhythm, rocking my hips with his hand, panting heavily beneath him. He trailed his lips from my throat, up across my jaw, to my lips and kissed me deeply, burying his tongue inside of my mouth. I practically swallowed him in, kissing him as deeply as I possibly could, until I was certain my lips would be swollen later on.
Suddenly, I felt him let go of my dick and pull his hand out of my jeans. I whimpered at this and watched him as he brought his hand up to his mouth, grinning at me almost deviously as he ran his tongue over his palm and fingers a few times, wetting it with his saliva before reclaiming his place in my jeans. I shivered and ran my hands up his back and to his shoulderblades, gripping his hoodie tightly. He stroked me more easily, his saliva aiding as a lubrication and rejoined our lips in another kiss.
We breathed unevenly through our noses as our lips danced together. The pit of my stomach began tensing up and I knew I was close. Too close. I wanted this to last.
I bit down on his lower lip, letting it drag between my teeth before letting go and leaning my head back against the couch, exposing my throat to him. I felt him close his mouth over my adam's apple and suck against it, tonguing it gently before he started to nip at the skin below it. He massaged his palm over my tip, rubbing it in circles before his fingers wrapped fully around me again and he squeezed. My eyes fell shut and I whimpered his name, digging my fingertips into his back through his hoodie, gripping his clothing even tighter. I quickly replaced my hands on his ass and pushed his hips down against me. I felt his erection press against my thigh through his own jeans, and that was enough. I came onto his hand and inside my jeans with a drawn-out moan, running my fingers on one hand down the center of his clothed ass, groping him. I rolled my hips upward against his hand one last time, whimpering wordlessly and panting.
I felt him press very light kisses to my chin as he pulled his hand out of my jeans, twisting around between my legs to sit back up. I didn't even get a chance to marvel in post-orgasm bliss before I heard a car pull up outside. I knew right away that it was my brother.
Frank and I jumped up together and began fixing our clothes. Frank ran to the kitchen and I heard the sink turn on. He was washing his hands. The thought made me sort of laugh, but I didn't have time for that. I quickly clasped my jeans and fit my belt to my waist again, looking around to make sure everything was the same as when Gerard left.
I heard his keys jingling outside the door and then heard the click of the door unlocking. Gerard walked in, grocery bags in each hand, and shut the door with his foot as he walked inside. I smiled at him, hoping I seemed normal. He offered a smile back at me and asked, "Where's Frank?"
"Why, did you miss me?" Frank asked as he walked out of the kitchen. Gerard rolled his eyes and sat the grocery bags down on the coffee table. Frank and I immediately began to rummage through the bags, pulling out what we'd asked for. His hand bumped mine as we had them inside the bag and I smiled at him, feeling a small blush paint my face. He returned the smile and stood back up from looking in the bags, looking at Gerard.
"Asshole. You forgot my chunky chocolate chip cookies."
"Yeah, and you forgot my sour gummy worms." I chipped in, looking up at my brother. He raised his eyebrows at us and held his hands up, shaking his head. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't send a pothead to run errands. I have pot-headneasia. You can't get mad at that."
"Yeah, well, I want my damn cookies. That's the only thing I asked for and you forgot it!" Frank exclaimed and Gerard scoffed and rolled his eyes, saying, "Yessa' masta, anything you say." He turned around and headed back to the door, opening it and speaking before he closed the door behind him. "I expect another blunt rolled and ready to go by the time I get back." Frank grinned at me as the door shut and walked around the coffee table, standing in front of me. I looked up at him, sort of light headed still from our actions just minutes ago.
He reached a hand down to my hair and ran his fingers through it, saying, "Liar. I saw the sour gummy worms."
[ ...could've been better. ]
By: me; Ivy / _precious_fear
Coupling: Mikey Way and Frank Iero (of My Chemical Romance)
Rating: NC-17 - slash/drug use
Description: I'd never been this horny and hungry at the same time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A long, tiresome sigh fell from my lips as I loaded up the last of the dishes into the dish washer and then closed it, turning it on. I picked up the rag on the counter and wiped it down again, making sure it was as clean as I felt it needed to be and then tossed the rag into the sink, looking around the kitchen. It was absolutely clean, from top to bottom. I'd cleaned up my brother and his friend's mess for the last damn time. With this thought in mind, I headed out of the kitchen and into the living room, where a cloud of smoke was lingering throughout the room. I narrowed my eyes and fanned the smoke away from my face, looking over my brother and his friend slouched down on the couch.
"Gerard, I am not cleaning anymore tonight. If you're gonna make a mess, you can clean it yourself." I said with a firm-tone to my voice, staring at my brother. He had a wide, bright grin on his face and he doubled over into laughter with his friend. This only made me sigh, yet again, and I shook my head.
"Mikey, Mikey, I never asked you to clean for me. You didn't have to." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "No, but if I didn't, I know you wouldn't have. Just because Mom's out of town doesn't mean you can just party it up around here. Besides, what if someone smell's this shit and reports it? What are you gonna do then?"
He looked deep in thought once I'd asked my question, but only shrugged it off. I watched him as he brung the blunt he was sharing with his friend up to his lips and took a long, deep drag of it. He held it in for a few seconds before exhaling toward the ceiling, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. "Why don't you try it?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at me. I scrunched up my nose and shook my head as I replied, "Hell no. It's a drug, Gerard. Drugs are bad."
For some reason, this made him laugh rather hard. Him and his friend.
His friend...I'd seen him plenty of times before. Gerard and him were always together, whether it be at school, out partying and arousing the city, or hanging out at one another's house. I think his name is Frank. I'm not sure. He was leaning back against the couch with his legs tucked beneath his body. He wore black jeans and a grey hoodie, his hair teased just right. And if I'm not mistaken, I think he's wearing eyeliner. I'm not sure of that, either.
Once my brother calmed down from his laughter, he coughed into his hand and shook his head. "Mikey, weed is the safest drug to go by. Why do you think I do it so much? All that other shit out there will kill you. The munchies never killed anyone." He said with a nod, and his friend laughed and muttered, "Ain't that the truth." as he took the blunt from my brother's hand and took a deep drag of it. I focused on his lips as he inhaled and watched as his eyes fell shut. He looked like he was in heaven.
"Does it make you feel that good?" I asked, and Frank slowly opened his eyes to look at me, a crooked grin on his lips. "You've got no idea, kid." He said with barely any volume to his voice as he laid his head back against the couch and took another hit. My attenion snapped back to my older brother as he spoke again. "Come on, Mikey. Just try it. You can't judge it if you've never tried it."
I stood in my place for what felt like a long time, contemplating my brothers words to me. I guess he was right. I've never done more than drank in my whole fifteen years. I wasn't exactly a rebel of any sort. I slumped my shoulders and slowly began to walk over to the couch, taking a seat beside Frank, but not too close.
"All right!" Gerard exclaimed and I rolled my eyes at him. He began laughing as Frank held the blunt out to me and I took it hesitantly, looking it over for a minute. Gerard tisked and whined, "Just fucking smoke it, dude. It's not gonna kill you." I shook my head and sighed, slowly bringing the end of the blunt to my lips. I pressed them down against it and inhaled the smoke, pulling the blunt away from my lips as I doubled over coughing. Gerard and Frank laughed at this and I felt a hand patting me on my back and assumed it was Frank, since I was sitting beside him.
"Hey, you all right?" He asked and I sniffled a few times, bringing my free hand up to my eyes to wipe away the tears that had welled up from coughing so hard. I nodded a few times and whispered, "I'm good." I sniffled a few more times before looking at the blunt, leaning over to the ashtray on the coffee table, ashing it. I decided right then and there that I was going to be high. Maybe it'd help mellow me out some. Help me be more talkative, perhaps.
I brought the drug back to my lips and took another hit, trying to relax as much as I could so I wouldn't choke again. This time, I held the smoke in for a couple seconds before I exhaled slowly. I could feel Gerard and Frank's eyes on me as I did this and I looked over at them. Gerard looked shocked and Frank was grinning.
"I can't believe I talked you into it." My brother said, blinking at me. I smiled and shrugged.
After a few minutes that felt like hours passed of passing the drug between my brother and his friend, Frank finally put out the blunt and explained that it was now a "roach." He placed it in his cigarette pack and said, "We always save them. We wait until we have enough to roll another blunt with. The roaches are the best. They have all the resin in them."
It felt as if his words had gone through one ear and out the other.
I was leaned back against the couch with my hands clasped together in my lap. My eyes were glued on the ashtray on the coffee table, and my head was buzzing and spinning at the same time. It felt as if everything were in slow-motion. I felt...alive, but also gone. Like I was on Cloud-9. I felt myself blink a few times and I brought one hand up to my face, sliding off my glasses. I tossed them beside me on the couch and turned my head to look at my brother and his friend. Gerard was grinning as he asked, "How do you feel?"
I blinked again but only stared at him. Suddenly, out of no where, I busted out laughing. I shook my head a little and continued to laugh. Frank began laughing as well and I laughed even harder. "I-...oh, my God..." I said between my laughter. "I'm think I'm high." Gerard laughed as well and reached over to the coffee table to grab his cigarettes. He removed one and lit it, Frank following que. They offered me one but I declined.
Shifting around on the couch a little once I'd calmed down, I curled up to the arm and sighed heavily. I stared off at nothing and listened to Gerard and Frank conversate. It felt like thirty minutes had passed, but in actuality, it was maybe only a couple, when Gerard stood up and announced that he was going to the store for "munchies."
"Mikey, what do you want?"
"What?"
"To eat. What do you want to eat from the store?"
I suddenly perked up. I sat up on the couch and my eyes widened a little bit. "I want cheddar cheese popcorn, a Snickers ice cream bar, beef jerkey, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, sour gummy worms, pop rocks...you know, the ones with the lollipop in the shape of a foot? And...a Mountain Dew." I nodded matter-of-factly and he snorted at me as he laughed. "Yessa' masta." He said sarcastically, turning to head toward the door. He unlocked it and walked out, shutting it behind him. I could hear his keys jingling as he locked the door behind him and I stretched out my arms a bit, trying to get comfortable on the couch again.
"So, this was your first time smoking?" Frank asked and I turned my head to look at him. "Oh...I forgot you stayed. Um, yeah...this was my first time."
"Forgot? Jesus, you've already caught pot-headneasia." I caught the joke and laughed softly. I could remember Gerard saying he had "pot-headneasia" a couple times when he'd misplace something or couldn't remember something.
"Do you think you'll do it again?" He asked me as he took a final drag of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray. I watched him closely before shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe. Probably...God, that sounds so awful."
"Why?"
"Because, I never wanted to get caught up in this kind of thing. I've always felt like I was...above it all."
"Yeah, but...c'mon, man. It's-...it's weed. All it does it make you feel good and you get an appetite. Doctors should prescribe it to people with eating disorders. They'd plump up real quick." I laughed at his comment and ran my tongue over my somewhat dry lips, suddenly becoming very interested with the small rip atop the thigh of my jeans. I prodded at it with my forefinger, pushing it inside.
"Yeah, but is there side affects?"
"Well, if you call being hungry a side affect, then yes. Other than that, you'll just be tired. And you'll probably laugh at really stupid things. It just makes you feel good. That's all."
"Yeah...I'm feelin' really good," I paused and looked directly at Frank. "But, for the love of God, I am so fuckin' thirsty." Frank laughed and nodded, shifting on the couch to stand up. "That'd be called cotton-mouth. C'mon." I stood up as well but sort of swayed and grabbed onto Frank's shoulder with both hands to keep balanced. He snickered and moved an arm to wrap it around me, allowing me to lean against him. "You okay? Can you walk?"
I blinked a couple times before nodding, staying close to him though, in case I couldn't walk as well as I thought. He lead me into the kitchen and flipped the light on. I moved a hand to brace it against the counter of the kitchen, laughing at myself. Frank laughed quietly and moved his arm out from around me, saying, "Just lean. What do you want to drink?"
"Um...I don't care...whatever we have." I said, turning to lean back against the counter. I watched him as he headed over to the fridge and opened it, leaning over to rummage the the contents inside. I found myself looking over his backside, tracing over the shape of his back with my eyes and allowing them to trail further down to his ass. I traced the shape of that as well with my eyes and studied the gap between his thighs from his bent-over position. I felt myself take a deep breath and I slowly let it out, watching him stand up and turn around, offering me a bottle of water. I took it and twisted the cap off, dropping it to the ground as I took a long sip of the water. The cool liquid felt like heaven in my mouth. It ran smoothly down my throat, and I realized all of a sudden that I was chugging it rather than sipping it. I'd guzzled down nearly half the bottle before I pulled it away from my mouth and took another deep breath. Frank's eyes were raised as he stared at me and I felt myself blush.
"Didn't...realize how thirsty I really was." I mumbled, lifting a hand to wipe my mouth. Frank took the bottle from my hand and smiled at me before he took a few sips of it himself. I found myself staring at the way his adam's apple would move each time he swallowed down the water. I studied the shape of his throat and jaw. His lips. His fingers wrapped around the bottle.
He was like a piece of art. He seemed like it at the moment, anyway.
I'd never been this horny and hungry at the same time.
I could feel myself stiffening between my thighs, and the mere feel made the pit of my stomach tense and then relax. I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from moaning.
I'd checked out guys before. I wasn't ashamed of my doings. I was more so ashamed at the fact that this was my brother's best and damn well only friend. I couldn't imagine what Gerard would say or do if he knew what I was thinking about his friend.
But, I could not get this boy out of my mind. He turned from me and walked back over to the fridge and opened it again, muttering as he looked through it, "Knowing Gerard, he's gonna take fuckin' forever to get back." I half smiled at his comment and I tilted my head at an angle, looking Frank up and down. He bent over again and I tilted my head further to the side and then to the opposite side, trying to view him at different angles. I could confirm that he looked amazing from every angle.
He stood upright again and shut the fridge, opening the freezer to look through that as well before he closed it with a sigh and turned to face me again. I snapped my eyes back up to his. "If he's not back in ten minutes, I'm calling out a search party." I smiled and laughed gently, pushing off the counter. Before I saw it coming, I had somehow managed to trip on my own foot. Frank was at my side immediately. He caught me, his arms wrapping tightly around my body to pull me upright and I let out a laugh, leaning against him. I could feel myself bouncing in his arms as I continued to laugh, pushing my chest against his, moving my arms around his neck. I buried my face into his shoulder to stiffle my laughter and I finally heard him laugh as well. I felt him run a hand against the middle of my back and I managed to calm my laughter. Once it had completely died down, I kept myself pressed against him with my arms around him as well.
I felt my face reddening and I felt dizzied from the intensity of the blush. More like pure shame. I didn't know what to say or do, so I kept completely stilled against him. His hand came to a stop at the small of my back, and it was silent for a few moments before he spoke. "Are you all right now?" I very slowly nodded as I lifted my head off of his shoulder to look at him. I squinted for a moment before his face came into focus for me, since I didn't have my glasses, and he smiled at this. "Do you think you can walk?" I shook my head once and he moved to my side, keeping one arm wrapped around my waist. I leaned against him more so for need of support as he walked me back into the living room. He moved us over to the couch and helped me sit down, sitting down beside me.
"Do you need anything?" He asked and I shook my head again, maneuvering on the couch to lie down. I rested my head against the arm of the couch and left my legs lying halfway off the couch, as to leave Frank some room. He smiled at me and replied, "Tired?"
"Sorta...I'm just really hungry." I answered and he nodded. "I know. Gerard's been gone forever. He does this every time..." Frank trailed off and I watched him squirm on the couch a little bit to sit more comfortably. He sat with his back against the arm of the couch, one leg folded under his body, bracing his elbow against the arm of the couch with his hand against his head to keep it propped up.
He nearly seemed edible. Every curl his lips would form into, every curve of his body, the way he moved...it all was going right between my legs. I thought of the fact that my secret down in my lower region would probably be noticed by him, but I didn't really care at the moment. I was slowly falling into what I've heard my brother call "zombie-mode." Which, I now understand why it's called that.
It grew quiet between Frank and I. I was off in my own little world, filling my head with the most lustful of thoughts. I'd never felt this...erotic before. It felt as if I were touched in the right spots, I'd explode. I could feel myself sweating and I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I moved a hand up to my face, wiping the sweat off of my forehead. I shifted around somewhat and wiped my face again, readjusting my legs on the couch.
"It's so hot," I muttered to no one in particular, closing my eyes momentarily before reopening them. Frank's eyes were locked on me, but not on my own eyes or face. His eyes were focused on my lower body. My heart sort of skipped with a faint spark of hope.
"How old are you?" He asked randomly, lifting his eyes to mine. "I'm fifteen." I answered, and he nodded. "Why do you ask?" He shrugged his shoulders slightly before responding to me. "I'm just wondering. You seem older."
"Yeah...I've been told that before." I said in a somewhat lowered voice. "How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen." He lifted his head off of his hand and scratched the back of his neck and then the side. I watched the way his painted fingernails drug over his skin and pushed my lower body down against the couch. I guess he felt the weight on the couch shift and he moved a little bit, asking, "Do you have enough room?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You don't have to move. It's just..." I trailed off and moved to sit up. "It's so hot." He smirked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Damn right it is." I wasn't sure of how to reply to his comment, so I just kept quiet. I didn't look at him. I kept my head lowered and focused on my breathing. It felt as if it were getting hotter by the minute. I groaned and lifted a hand to wipe the sweat off my face again, running my tongue over my lips. Although I wasn't looking at him, I could feel him looking at me. I finally pushed all bad thoughts aside and looked up at him. He grinned at me.
"Mikey, you're so innocent seeming," he stated, keeping his eyes glued onto me. "But I know you're not. Innocent boys don't check out other boys." I felt my face flush a dark shade of red and I felt dizzy again from shame. I swallowed harshly, but my mouth suddenly felt very dry. "It's okay, though. Pretending to be innocent can be sexy. You pull it off well."
"Are you coming onto me?" I asked, giving him a curious but interested look. He smiled and sat up so he was facing me better, looking over my eyes with his own. "Maybe. What if I am?"
"I don't know. Come onto me some more and we'll see." I don't know where that comment came from. I would have never said it had I been sober. But, at that moment, I was glad I wasn't sober. I watched him slide his tongue over his lips before he leaned into me and placed his lips against mine. My head swam with dizziness and lust. The feel of his lips - so very sinful - sent a wave of heat through my body. Before I knew what I was doing, my arms darted out around his neck and I pulled him in closer to me, crushing our lips together more firmly.
I tilted my head some and kissed him hard, recieving the same from him. We kissed with a sense of yearning and absolute want. Need. I could feel my heart quicken in my chest as I moved to lie back down against the couch. I pulled him down atop of me without breaking our kiss and he sucked my lower lip into his mouth, biting down on it every now and then as he massaged his tongue over it, continuing the kiss. My legs were parted for him as his hips rested between them. I arched my back up a little bit, purposely grinding my hips up into his. He moaned out against my mouth and parted the kiss. I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by his, his mouth slightly slack with his breathing. He pressed a few butterfly kisses to my jaw and I suddenly felt one of his hands undoing my belt.
"Wait...wait, what are-"
"Shhh..." he silenced me with that simple sound before he pressed a light kiss to my lips. "I'm gonna take care of you." I willed myself to relax against the couch and allowed him to undo my belt. Once it was open, he fumbled with the clasp of my jeans, finally undoing them as well, working the button open and sliding down the zipper. I stared up at him as he dug one of his hands inside of my jeans and let his fingers find their way around my erection. The feel sent a wave of pleasurable shock through my body and I arched my back up a bit higher on the couch, causing our stomaches to press together.
His mouth covered mine before a moan could even escape my lips. His grip tightened around me and he bagan moving his hand up and down on my dick, stroking me evenly. I parted my legs even further apart for him, trying to rock my hips up into his hand, desperate for more contact. He ran his tongue over my lips and I parted mine, sucking his tongue gingerly into my mouth, dancing my own tongue across and against his. He moaned lowly into my mouth, gripping me with a tighter fist. He thumbed over my tip, teasing the slit of my dick with the pad of his thumb before he began moving his hand again, allowing his other fingers to work against my underside.
My entire body trembled beneath him as I tried to keep focus on our kiss rather than his hand, but found it nearly impossible to do. The pleasure was almost too intense. All my senses were hightened. I couldn't imagine what it'd be like if he replaced his hand with his mouth...
"Oh, God," I groaned into his mouth, finally breaking the kiss. He continued his hand, never falting with the pace, and he gave me a firm squeeze before loosening his grip, only to do it again. Repeatedly. My head was absolutely swarming. I could feel even more sweat covering my body, but didn't pay it any mind. I was twice as hotter as I was before, but it wasn't bothering me. Nothing was bothering me. I was in oblivion.
I pressed my hands against his shoulderblades and began to run them down his back, over his sides, and then down to his ass. I ran my hands down to the crease of his ass, taking it into my palms and squeezing hard. He moaned at this and lowered his head down as he kept propped up on one arm. I turned my head for him and he attacked the side of my throat with kisses and bites. The feel of his warm breath against my skin made my eyes roll into the back of my head. This only made me tighten my grip even more so on his ass, just feeling him out the best I could as he kept his hand moving in the confines of my jeans.
I finally found a rhythm, rocking my hips with his hand, panting heavily beneath him. He trailed his lips from my throat, up across my jaw, to my lips and kissed me deeply, burying his tongue inside of my mouth. I practically swallowed him in, kissing him as deeply as I possibly could, until I was certain my lips would be swollen later on.
Suddenly, I felt him let go of my dick and pull his hand out of my jeans. I whimpered at this and watched him as he brought his hand up to his mouth, grinning at me almost deviously as he ran his tongue over his palm and fingers a few times, wetting it with his saliva before reclaiming his place in my jeans. I shivered and ran my hands up his back and to his shoulderblades, gripping his hoodie tightly. He stroked me more easily, his saliva aiding as a lubrication and rejoined our lips in another kiss.
We breathed unevenly through our noses as our lips danced together. The pit of my stomach began tensing up and I knew I was close. Too close. I wanted this to last.
I bit down on his lower lip, letting it drag between my teeth before letting go and leaning my head back against the couch, exposing my throat to him. I felt him close his mouth over my adam's apple and suck against it, tonguing it gently before he started to nip at the skin below it. He massaged his palm over my tip, rubbing it in circles before his fingers wrapped fully around me again and he squeezed. My eyes fell shut and I whimpered his name, digging my fingertips into his back through his hoodie, gripping his clothing even tighter. I quickly replaced my hands on his ass and pushed his hips down against me. I felt his erection press against my thigh through his own jeans, and that was enough. I came onto his hand and inside my jeans with a drawn-out moan, running my fingers on one hand down the center of his clothed ass, groping him. I rolled my hips upward against his hand one last time, whimpering wordlessly and panting.
I felt him press very light kisses to my chin as he pulled his hand out of my jeans, twisting around between my legs to sit back up. I didn't even get a chance to marvel in post-orgasm bliss before I heard a car pull up outside. I knew right away that it was my brother.
Frank and I jumped up together and began fixing our clothes. Frank ran to the kitchen and I heard the sink turn on. He was washing his hands. The thought made me sort of laugh, but I didn't have time for that. I quickly clasped my jeans and fit my belt to my waist again, looking around to make sure everything was the same as when Gerard left.
I heard his keys jingling outside the door and then heard the click of the door unlocking. Gerard walked in, grocery bags in each hand, and shut the door with his foot as he walked inside. I smiled at him, hoping I seemed normal. He offered a smile back at me and asked, "Where's Frank?"
"Why, did you miss me?" Frank asked as he walked out of the kitchen. Gerard rolled his eyes and sat the grocery bags down on the coffee table. Frank and I immediately began to rummage through the bags, pulling out what we'd asked for. His hand bumped mine as we had them inside the bag and I smiled at him, feeling a small blush paint my face. He returned the smile and stood back up from looking in the bags, looking at Gerard.
"Asshole. You forgot my chunky chocolate chip cookies."
"Yeah, and you forgot my sour gummy worms." I chipped in, looking up at my brother. He raised his eyebrows at us and held his hands up, shaking his head. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't send a pothead to run errands. I have pot-headneasia. You can't get mad at that."
"Yeah, well, I want my damn cookies. That's the only thing I asked for and you forgot it!" Frank exclaimed and Gerard scoffed and rolled his eyes, saying, "Yessa' masta, anything you say." He turned around and headed back to the door, opening it and speaking before he closed the door behind him. "I expect another blunt rolled and ready to go by the time I get back." Frank grinned at me as the door shut and walked around the coffee table, standing in front of me. I looked up at him, sort of light headed still from our actions just minutes ago.
He reached a hand down to my hair and ran his fingers through it, saying, "Liar. I saw the sour gummy worms."
[ ...could've been better. ]