Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
When the smoke is gone, I pull back. “Hold it in for a bit, then let it out.”
He does as I say, coughing slightly when he exhales.
“You hang out with the good kids in high school? None of them got you high?”
Dean scoots over, his back against my red headboard. “I don’t need friends.”
My nose wrinkles at his response. He doesn’t need friends? He’s saying he didn’t have any? That he still doesn’t? I might have lived a whole different life than most people, but I’ve always had Cil and Rory. I’ve always had people around me, though I would never trust anyone enough to call them a friend except those two.
“My sister’s your friend.” And though sometimes it makes me jealous, I’m suddenly glad he has her.
“Are we smoking or what?”
“I love that you’re a dickhead.” I take another hit for myself, then climb onto his lap and straddle him. We’re both still naked, and the room smells like sex. I settle against his thighs, pulling the weed into my lungs, then getting closer again. His breath is warm against my face, his hands on my hips as Dean opens his mouth and I give him the smoke.
We keep going like that, and when the bowl is dust, I set it on the nightstand but don’t leave my spot.
“You’re a grower and a shower.” He picks up my soft cock where it’s resting between my legs, then lets go, and it flops back down again.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I roll my eyes but have to fight myself not to laugh.
“Should a good Catholic boy take the Lord’s name in vain?”
“There’s a whole lot of shit a good Catholic boy shouldn’t do, but that never stops me.”
This time, he reaches out and plucks my nipples.
“What are you doing?”
“You feel different when I’m high. Are you real?”
It’s impossible to hold back my laugh. Honestly, it’s not something I do often—just laugh. With Cil and Rory sometimes, or with Ash, but never with anyone else. “Note to self, when my little fighter is being a dick, get him high.”
“Then I’d always be high.” He looks around the room, his head flopping a bit. “I feel like I’m floating…but you’re sitting on my lap, so I can’t be floating. Oh, do you have any ice cream? Vanilla is my favorite.”
“Of course it would be. That’s fucking plain, and no, I don’t. You’re a lightweight. Remind me not to give you so much next time.”
I go to climb off him, but Dean flips me to my back. I let him, curious to see where this will lead until… “Ahhh. What the fuck? Did you just give me a raspberry?” He looks up at me from where he’s hovering over my stomach. “I changed my mind. You’re never getting high again. Fucking amateur.”
The soft, warm feel of his tongue in my belly button makes my dick perk up. Dean licks his way up the center of my chest, to one nipple, then the other, and okay, I take that back. He’s getting high every day.
I snake my hand along the back of his head, feel his prickly short hair against my palm and pull him in for a kiss. Before our lips can touch, he jerks back and says, “I’m hungry. What about chips?”
I bang my head against the mattress a couple of times. Fucking newbies. “Stay here. I’ll go get us something.”
“Okay. Hurry.”
“You’re a lot more agreeable when you’re high.”
“You wouldn’t pay me a second thought if I was agreeable all the time.”
No, no I wouldn’t. Still, I quirk a brow. “You’re not too high to know that?”
He flops onto his back, throwing an arm over his face. With a sigh, I get out of bed and tug on a pair of boxer briefs. It’s not until I’m at the door that I think about the fact that I’m leaving him alone in my room.
I shouldn’t do that.
I never do that.
“Fuck,” I curse softly, then hurry downstairs. Luckily, I don’t run into anyone as I grab a couple of bottles of water, a bag of chips, and a package of cookies.
Dean is still in the exact same spot when I get upstairs, only he lifts his head slightly. “Wow, for an asshole, you’re not so bad.”
“Right back at you.”
I kick the door closed and strip off my underwear before joining him again. Dean digs into the food like a starving man, which is good for him, actually. He needs a little meat on his bones. He’s strong but too fucking skinny.
He inhales the food, and honestly, I watch him more than eat anything myself. I’m still trying to figure out how fucking him has apparently transported both of us to a whole new world where we’re…this, instead of at each other’s throats. Though this is fun, I still want the other too.