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Dom raises an eyebrow. “Have you even smoked before?”
Sam scoffs. “Uh, duh. ”
“Then why are you sweating?” Dom observes.
Sam instinctively wipes at his forehead, trying to ignore how hot he felt. “It’s summer.”
“Uh huh…”
“And it’s hot.”
“Right.”
“And your van doesn’t have any fucking AC.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?”
“Shut up. I’m gonna do it now.”
Dom watches intently as Sam brings the bowl to his lips. His gaze lingers there as Sam inhales, sharp and fast.
“Be careful–”
His words fall meaningless as Sam hacks up what must be a lung and a half, coughing intensely. His throat rasps as he chokes on the clouds that burst from his mouth, and Dom grimaces. Before Sam can drop the bowl and possibly burn himself, Dom carefully takes it from his hands and sets it on the console.
“Raise your arms above your head.”
“Whhat–? I’m not– fuuck– I’m not doing that, I’ll look st- stupid.”
Dom rolls his eyes and grabs Sam by the wrists, raising them above his head. There’s not that much room in the van, especially with Sam’s height, but its better than nothing.
“It takes the pressure off your lungs, idiot. It’s to make you stop coughing.” He lets go of Sam’s wrists and takes the Mnt. Dew out of the cup holder, cracking it open and offering it. “When you get a second, drink. It’ll help soothe.”
Sam continues coughing for a while, but eventually wheezes and takes a couple deep breaths. He slowly brings his arms down, using one hand to wipe at his eyes and the other to take the offered drink. Dom can’t help but watch again as Sam brings the bottle to his mouth, watching carefully as he swallows. With his hair pulled back from the heat, Dom doesn’t know if he’s ever gotten a good look at Sam’s neck. It’s… nice.
“What’re you staring at?”
Shit. “Nothing, sorry. You good now?” Dom recovers coolly, leaning back in his seat.
“Yeah, yeah, my throat hurts, but I’m good.”
Dom picks the bowl off the console and lights it, dragging slow and deep. He glances to Sam as he does, trying to see if the other watches him while he does it– and he manages to catch Sam’s eyes, if only for a moment. He breathes out evenly, coughing only a little as he exhales. They sit silently for a moment, the only sound coming from the crickets outside.
Dom… doesn’t like silence. So he breaks it.
“Why did you lie?”
“Huh?” Sam’s head snaps to look at him, looking almost fearful.
“Just then. I asked you if you’d done this and you told me yes. Why did you lie?”
Sam’s shoulders relax, and he turns his head away from Dom. “Oh. I, uh. I didn’t?”
“You totally did,” Dom shakes his head. “That was like a total noob hit. Like a ‘I’ve never smoked so I’m going to do a bunch at once to be cool’ hit. Classic rookie mistake, honestly.”
“...Was it really that obvious?”
“Not so much ‘obvious’ in comparison to the way I’ve smoked with tons of people. New, old, you name it. Being on the streets you meet tons of different people,” he pauses, “buuuut you were totally obvious.”
“What the hell, man?” Sam punches him in the shoulder, laughing lightly. Dom laughs and punches him back, harder than he means to. Sam whines about how it hurts.
Watching Sam stick out his bottom lip and pout about being sensitive, Dom is… struck with an idea.
“What if you didn’t have to smoke?”
“What?” Sam blinks, baffled. “The whole reason we came out here was so you could get me high, dude.”
“ Exactly. ” Dom grins. “ I can get you high.”
With the way that the streetlight above them casts shadows into the van, Dom’s not entirely sure that he’s seeing things right. The way Sam glances at him, eyebrows furrowed at his words, gleam of curiosity in his eyes, lips parted like he’s got a question on the tip of his tongue. Dom’s not sure he sees Sam swallow whatever words he had, but he does hear it. Sam looks out the window instead.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Dom smiles lazily, leaning onto the console. “Ever heard of shotgunning?”
Sam turns around, tensing slightly when he notices how close Dom was. Dom leans back instinctively, not wanting to make the rabbit uncomfortable. He’s so jumpy… He doesn’t speak though, so Dom continues.
“So, we’re going to have to get a little close for this.”
He grips the bowl tight as he scoots as close to the middle as he can. Sam leans down hesitantly, eyes focused on Dom.
“So I’m going to hit this,” he lights the bowl, “And when I exhale, you breathe in my air.”
Sam thinks about recoiling, but doesn’t. “That sounds kinda gay, dude.”
Dom just stares at him before rolling his eyes, dragging off the bowl. He leans closer to Sam and watches his mouth as he exhales, trying not to laugh as Sam almost forgets to inhale. He does though, and Dom smiles.
“Is that easier than smoking?”
Sam nods. “I don’t think I caught it all. Can we do it again?”
The embers within the bowl were still glowing, but Dom didn’t really care. He lit the lighter anyway, watching as it illuminated Sam’s face. The look of anticipation in his eyes almost made Dom melt into the seat. Almost. He doesn’t though, just reignites the bowl, exaggerating how slow to go just to make Sam huff impatiently.
When Dom brought the bowl away from his mouth, Sam cupped his cheek and pulled him closer. He tries not to yelp in surprise, instead opting to hold his breath until his lips were barely ghosting Sam’s. Holy shit. He exhaled slowly, blowing smoke directly into Sam’s mouth. Whatever Sam “didn’t catch” that time, he's definitely got it now.
Dom thinks about moving back, but can’t help but focus on Sam’s hand holding his face. Being high makes the skin underneath his palm feel like it’s electric. Pulses of electricity and heat, in soft and subtle waves. Dom tries not to shiver as he feels Sam’s breath against his face. Sam stays there, staring at Dom, his eyes half-lidded.
“So… what was that about being gay?” Dom smirks.
There isn’t even a second before Sam’s lips are against his.