'Carcinogen Crush' [David Henrie/Nick Jonas]
Title: 'Carcinogen Crush'
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. Disney RPF
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drug use (pot)
Pairing: David Henrie/Nick Jonas
Word Count: 252
Summary: They’re shooting for Totally New Year (“And the award for Episode with the Craziest Fashion Disaster goes to…”) and it’s hot under the studio lights. Nick escaped outside to get some air, ran into David, and...
Disclaimer: Oh, no, I don't own the JoBros... yo. "Carcinogen Crush" belongs to AFI. And, uh, I pity the fool who thinks they own David Henrie, for real. Free spirit, that boy. Flying soloooo *awkward hand motion*. ...Please tell me somebody else has seen that interview. No? Okay.
Author's Notes: My fourth fic for the song title fic meme. I had to do a DHenrie/Nick J because... because... look at them. Also, obviously I don't condone pot-smoking or whatever cuz I'm straight edge as hell and won't even drink caffeine, let alone, uh. Do that.
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David takes a drag from his messily rolled joint, breathes in deeply, exhales. The smoke curls into Nick’s face and tickles his nostrils. It smells foul.
“I should get back.”
They’re shooting for "Totally New Year" (“And the award for Episode with the Craziest Fashion Disaster goes to…”) and it’s hot under the studio lights. Nick escaped outside to get some air, ran into David, and -
“Come on, Nick. Just do it.”
“I… we’re shooting.”
David lifts one hand languidly, waving it as if to say, who cares? “No-one minds if you laugh too much. They like that. They’ll eat it up.”
Nick toes at the ground with the tip of his sneaker. “Maybe just a -”
David inhales again, leans forward and presses their lips together firmly before breathing out. Nick almost chokes. He expected to be handed the joint or something (not that he’s complaining because this… this is nice). David’s an excellent kisser - deliberate, not too gentle - although Nick's throat kind of feels singed by the acrid smoke. He knows people do this to transfer the hit or whatever, but when David licks into his mouth and thumbs at his hipbone through his jeans it suddenly becomes clear that there’s another layer to the boy’s intentions.
Nick pulls back and releases the shallow cough that’s been absolutely bursting to get out, only to find that David has this expression on his face like he’s sort of impressed. Nick forces himself to look at the ground before smothering his grin.
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. Disney RPF
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drug use (pot)
Pairing: David Henrie/Nick Jonas
Word Count: 252
Summary: They’re shooting for Totally New Year (“And the award for Episode with the Craziest Fashion Disaster goes to…”) and it’s hot under the studio lights. Nick escaped outside to get some air, ran into David, and...
Disclaimer: Oh, no, I don't own the JoBros... yo. "Carcinogen Crush" belongs to AFI. And, uh, I pity the fool who thinks they own David Henrie, for real. Free spirit, that boy. Flying soloooo *awkward hand motion*. ...Please tell me somebody else has seen that interview. No? Okay.
Author's Notes: My fourth fic for the song title fic meme. I had to do a DHenrie/Nick J because... because... look at them. Also, obviously I don't condone pot-smoking or whatever cuz I'm straight edge as hell and won't even drink caffeine, let alone, uh. Do that.
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David takes a drag from his messily rolled joint, breathes in deeply, exhales. The smoke curls into Nick’s face and tickles his nostrils. It smells foul.
“I should get back.”
They’re shooting for "Totally New Year" (“And the award for Episode with the Craziest Fashion Disaster goes to…”) and it’s hot under the studio lights. Nick escaped outside to get some air, ran into David, and -
“Come on, Nick. Just do it.”
“I… we’re shooting.”
David lifts one hand languidly, waving it as if to say, who cares? “No-one minds if you laugh too much. They like that. They’ll eat it up.”
Nick toes at the ground with the tip of his sneaker. “Maybe just a -”
David inhales again, leans forward and presses their lips together firmly before breathing out. Nick almost chokes. He expected to be handed the joint or something (not that he’s complaining because this… this is nice). David’s an excellent kisser - deliberate, not too gentle - although Nick's throat kind of feels singed by the acrid smoke. He knows people do this to transfer the hit or whatever, but when David licks into his mouth and thumbs at his hipbone through his jeans it suddenly becomes clear that there’s another layer to the boy’s intentions.
Nick pulls back and releases the shallow cough that’s been absolutely bursting to get out, only to find that David has this expression on his face like he’s sort of impressed. Nick forces himself to look at the ground before smothering his grin.
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