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Jimmy sat up on his elbows and turned to the brunette beside him. He studied his features with a new interest he hadn't before realized. Gary really was a looker. He had a nice jawline, the faint acne scarring across his cheeks gave him a natural flush, he had long pretty eyelashes, he thought the scar across his eye was badass too. How hadn't he noticed before? If there's one Jimmy swore Gary got wrong about him, it was the "confusion" bit. Jimmy wasn't confused he knew what he liked, Or at least he thought he did, but now he wasn't so sure.
"You're staring." Gary notices.
"Do you want me to shut up or not? not much else I can do but talk or stare."
Gary huffs and sits up on his elbows as well meeting Jimmy's bloodshot eyes. The air shifted and felt tense for a moment. Gary turns his body away and Jimmy could've swore Gary's cheeks turned a shade pinker. Jimmy was pissed at himself for thinking it was cute.
The brunette sighs and finally replies. "Fine, you can talk just stop looking at me like that!" he's fidgeting with the blankets now. "what do you even want to talk about? I'm not sure there's much you would want to discuss with me right now." Jimmy still doesn't avert his gaze. Wow... Gary really was blushing. Jimmy was practically seething at himself, because WHY the hell did he think Gary's sheepish reaction was cute?!
Jimmy sits up in his bed and covers his face with his hands finally looking away. His brain was messed up right now and it was all Gary's fault.
"What is your deal with me Gary? like seriously man!" Gary seizes up and clenches his fists holding the blankets in a death grip. He's trying his hardest to not lash out again.
"You're the one acting weird, just staring at me slack jawed like a freak. It's confusing me!" Gary sighs and brings his knees up to his chest. "I know you like guys. the staring should horrify me, it should gross me out! but it doesn't." He wished he wouldn't have said that as soon as the words leave his mouth. The weed was clearly lowering his inhibitions. He buries his face in-between his knees mentally kicking himself.
Jimmy is stunned completely at a loss for words. What the hell did that mean? Gary had to be fucking with him right now. He isn't, its a rare moment of vulnerability for Gary a part of himself he didn't mean to show. How the hell am I supposed to reply to my frenemy saying that to me?!
"What?" Jimmy blurts out, eyes wide in what looked like to Gary fear but for Jimmy it was hope.
Gary doesn't reply he just gnaws at the dead skin on his lips and looks away. QUICK CHANGE TOPICS! Gary stands up not acknowledging the owner of the room he's intruding. Jimmy thinks he's getting up to leave and feels his stomach drop, before he notices the other boy picking up the roach of the half finished joint they had shared. Gary fumbles with the lighter trying to re-light it, struggling as his hands shake from nerves.
Jimmy lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He follows suit and stands up standing maybe a bit closer to Gary than necessary to grab the goods from the boy's shaky hands.
"its fine you know. to feel like that." He puts the joint to his lips before sparking it up in one go and passing it off to the other boy. Gary takes it and is looking down, away, from Jimmy as he takes another hit. It burns and he coughs into his shoulder. god... this could not get anymore embarrassing.
It was cute to Jimmy how inexperienced Gary was with weed. He liked seeing Gary knocked down a peg. He could get used to it, being the one with more know-how, the one teaching Gary something. He hands Gary the almost empty cola can, it has one last sip in it. Gary eagerly takes it and drinks the last bit and recovers.
When Gary finally faces him once again he has, what Jimmy can only describe as the most pathetic look he's ever seen on Gary's face. If he hadn't seen it for himself he would've sworn the sociopath wasn't capable of having such a true expression of shame written all over his face. Gary really does feel pathetic now too. He came in here to mess with Jimmy and get free drugs. But now, he was high for the first time in his life and getting vulnerable. His head felt totally muddled. It was truly embarrassing for him, and not being able to take a hit with coughing was not helping.
"Are you-" Jimmy hesitates not wanting to scare Gary off. "Are you okay man?" Gary's goes straight-faced. "Let's just smoke" he replies brushing the question off and closing back up. He was getting clearly frustrated with Jimmy and with himself. Jimmy just nods in response and takes a few drags off the joint before passing it back to Gary.
Gary attempts to take another hit before going into a coughing fit once again. Jimmy wants to show some form of comfort to Gary whose still coughing and clearly pissed off. They are still standing close together. Jimmy inches his arm over slowly and rests a hand on his back. He's relieved when Gary doesn't pull away or flinch. He starts stroking the other boys back awkwardly worried he would run off like a frightened deer any second. Jimmy really does enjoy Gary's company when he wasn't trying to socially ruin him.
After a few moments when the coughing subsided Jimmy had an idea. Shotgunning, He had never personally tried it but he heard it made the act of breathing in the smoke a lot less intense. It was sort of a pseudo-kiss so it might be intimidating to Gary but with neither boy wanting to make the trek to the soda machine, Jimmy figured it'd be Gary's best bet, Might even be fun!
"Have you ever heard of shotgunning?"
"What? Yeah, of course. like chugging a beer?"
"-No like um." Jimmy was struggling to find a way to describe it in a way that he thought would be appealing to Gary.
"Shotgunning with weed is when you hold the smoke in your mouth and breath it into another persons. Its supposed to make it not burn as bad."
Gary froze up his face flushing. The implication of their mouths meeting was giving him this warm heavy feeling in his chest. The idea wasn't unappealing to him however, he tried to reason with himself that it was just because he wanted to enjoy the high without coughing, but he knew it wasn't true. Gary cleared his throat and calmed his nerves in an attempt to appear nonchalant. it wouldn't really be a kiss it wouldn't mean anything deeper than Jimmy just helping him out.
"So, it wont burn as much? That sounds nice, you wanna try it?"
"Yeah, I mean only if you're cool with it."
"Yeah, sure, lets do it." Gary agrees a bit more eagerly than he intended to and sits back down on the bed. His heart rate spiking when Jimmy sits down close to him. Their thighs were touching and they were about to KISS. It was unreal to both boys. If you had told either of them an hour ago about the circumstance they were currently in, they would've laughed in your face.
After Jimmy sits down he gathers his nerves and takes a hit, he doesn't inhale the smoke, he just holds it in his mouth. Jimmy turns to Gary beside him and rests a hand on his face tilting his head slightly before leaning in and pressing his mouth to the other boys. Gary's heart skips a beat and he doesn't open his mouth immediately, just sits there eyes wide making direct eye contact with the other boy, his face blurred from proximity. This fake kiss was far too intimate. He could smell Jimmy's cheap cologne, and he could taste Jimmy's cherry flavored chap stick thats why his lips were deceptively soft. But he tried his best to appear unbothered and opened his mouth, Jimmy exhaled the smoke into his mouth and Gary closed his eyes inhaling it.
Jimmy pulled back and it took everything in Gary to not follow his lips. The shorter boys warm calloused hand dropped from his face and he mourned its absence. Gary opened his eyes and looked to the other boy and his face was red. Gary thought he looked cute, but hilarious like that. Gary giggled choking on the smoke he forgot to exhale.
"Oh my god Jimmy!" he says in between bouts of laughter "you look ridiculous right now! you are so red!"
"shut up man! so are you." Jimmy retorted flicking him on the forehead.
Gary grimaces he hadn't realized how flushed he was. his body was totally betraying him right now. "well whatever. it really did work that was way better, didn't hurt at all." it wasn't a lie, but he needs to kiss him again he hopes Jimmy will suggest it so he doesn't have to admit it. He doesn't like begging.
Jimmy takes a toke for himself, the joint is much shorter now, almost gone. They make eye contact and both feel a certain tension in air between them.
"so do you want another hit?"
Gary nods in response not wanting to seem too excited and turns to the other boy. Jimmy takes another drag and leans in once again resting his hand on Gary's hip this time. Their mouths meet and Gary opens his mouth. When Jimmy exhales into his mouth neither of them want to pull back feeling high in an entirely different way.
Fuck it.
Gary pulls back for a second to blow a plume of smoke into Jimmy's face before he leans in and presses their lips together harder. He tilts his head, and their noses bump. It's clumsy, he's never kissed anyone before.
Gary nibbles on Jimmy's lower lip and Jimmy clenches his hand on Gary's hip, pulling him closer and moving his lips with the other boys. Neither could deny that it was a real kiss now. Their lips moving together in tandem. Jimmy takes his other hand that was holding the joint, and puts it out on his bed frame he brings the now empty hand up to Gary's face, lightly rubbing his thumb against Gary's cheekbone. Jimmy has to look up a bit to deepen the kiss. The shorter boy experiments and pushes his tongue to the others teeth begging to let him enter. When Gary obliges, he feels shivers run down his spine as Jimmy's tongue runs across his own, that is suddenly feeling very stiff from nerves.
Jimmy feels like he is going crazy. He has kissed all across Bullworth and not a SINGLE one had felt this good. Nobody else gave him this fluttery feeling in his gut, nobody else brought out his passion like Gary could. Gary knew exactly what buttons to press to get what he wanted out of Jimmy. Hell, Jimmy wouldn't be surprised if this entire thing was all planned by Gary to get into his pants from the get go, but honestly he couldn't give less of a shit. He wanted Gary so badly. Jimmy pulls away just to look at the other boy. His hair is messy and his lips are red, swollen, wet, and shiny from kissing. He's breathing heavily, his eyes half lidded and Jimmy feels like a total pervert.
In a bout of absolute delirium, Jimmy moves both hands to Gary's shoulders and pushes him down onto the bed. Jimmy straddles the other boy and shoves his face into Gary's kissing him hard. Gary brings his arms to Jimmy's back pulling him down so their chests met. Gary thought it was hot feeling Jimmy's weight on top of him, feeling his lips on his own. He hadn't realized how bad he had it for him, until he finally had Jimmy on top of him kissing him senseless.
He was really good at this. In fact: It was starting to piss Gary off that he was so good at this, knowing it was only because of experience. This whore has swapped spit with half of the school! If he wasn't so engrossed in kissing Jimmy, he would probably be seething with rage, scheming to defile the social lives of every student Jimmy had ever kissed. Since he couldn't do that, he bit down on Jimmy's lip in a fit of jealousy who yelped in response, pulling back.
"Ow! Fuck that hurt, you asshole!" Jimmy retaliates by pressing his mouth into Gary's and biting back, this elicits a squeak out of him. The brunette brings both his hands to the back of Jimmy's head, digs his nails in, and pulls Jimmy's face into his own, practically smashing their lips together. Jimmy winces he brings a hand up to Gary's hair and pulls hard. Gary flinches making an interesting noise and immediately releases his grip, Jimmy takes this chance to escape. He jumps backwards getting off of Gary. Blood was trailing from the wound on his lip down his chin.
"Why are you getting violent with it, you psycho?!" It was, in all honesty, kind of hot to Jimmy. But he didn't want to encourage the behavior, so he wouldn't admit it. Gary sits up fast and he puts his hands over his lap. Jimmy notices this, and he's intrigued.
"Fuck. I have to go now! later, loser!" Gary jumps up and runs to the door, unlocks it, and opens it. Jimmy tries to grab him but he runs out before Jimmy has a chance to stop him. The door shuts behind him with a click and Jimmy sighs, the hand he was holding out falls. he licks the blood off his lips and wipes it off his chin with his forearm. he sits on his bed tired, aroused, and defeated.
Jimmy also now had a problem he needs to take care of, alone.
Hey at least he still has that entire bag of weed! Maybe Gary can come over again soon. :)