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A curl of smoke floated out the window of the apartment above Pinhole Books. James watched, enraptured, as his boyfriend took another drag of his cigarette. Gerard looked over at him, smoke drifting from his lips.
"Wanna try?"
James hummed softly before responding. "Shotgun me?" he asked, grinning. He was mostly kidding, but he'd also found the act... quite attractive, he couldn't lie.
He certainly didn't expect Gerry to grab his jaw with one hand, taking another long drag before squeezing his mouth open. The goth blew into his boyfriend's open mouth, smoke billowing around his face.
James tried to inhale, but almost immediately doubled over coughing.
"Ack- fuck, Gerry, that's terrible! How do you stand the taste of that?" he wheezed out, giggling between coughs. Gerry chuckled, smiling softly down at the other man.
"You get used to it. Don't, though- it's bad for you."
James glared up at him with watery eyes. "Shut up! You've been smoking since before we met!" He scrubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, wiping away the tears caused by the coughing fit.
"I am never doing that again. I'll stick to just watching you," he said, resting his chin on Gerry's shoulder. From here, he could smell the smoke mixed with the soft smell of Gerard's cologne. It was nice.
"Fine by me, Jelly. I like when you watch me do stuff."
"You're so weird," James chuckled. "Love you, though"