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Skeppy playfully hit Hayech on his arm, gesturing wildly at the brown rod-shaped item he held in his hand. "Dude!"
"Crazy, right? Snagged it from my older brother- he doesn't have a clue, ha!" Hayech pulled out a lighter, flipping open the cap.
They'd made a sort of post-school tradition- come up to the rooftop, do homework, occasionally one of them would bring a bottle they'd filled with vodka or other alcoholic substance, basically anything they could get their hands on. Hayech was usually the supplier- he was the one with less-involved parents, after all, and could manage to get ahold of the stuff easier.
Skeppy sat on the edge of the roof- they tended to do this together, enjoyed swinging their legs as they looked down at everybody walking, running, the cars rushing past- and stared over at Hayech, who fidgeted nervously before he sat just a little too close to Skeppy, their legs brushing together, yet neither made an effort to pull back.
The wind was blowing ever so softly, but added just enough breeze for them to be comfortable. Hayech covered the tip of the joint with his hand, lighting it, sucking in a deep breath.
"How'd you even score that? Isn't your brother like, insanely watchful of his shit?" Skeppy asked, his heart fluttering as he saw Hayech's face seemingly drain of pain, the man more comfortable than he'd almost ever seen. (The only exception was when they'd slept in the same bed and Skeppy woke up in the middle of the night because he'd overheated, and he was going to move away but when he looked down and saw Hayech curled up practically on top of him he couldn't bare to move, couldn't bare to wake the other.)
Hayech shrugged. "I mean, he does leave the house, and my parents.. Don't- uh, they don't exactly.. you know. Watch me. Or care, for that matter. Sorry, I'm kinda hogging the- uh, did you want.. some? Do you even smoke?"
"Sure, I guess," Skeppy tilted his head, taking the joint in hand as Hayech passes it over. "Am I just supposed to breathe in..? Like, do I have to hold, or anything?"
"Nah, holding it in really doesn't do anything. If you breathe in too deep, you'll start coughing and won't be able to stop, so let's get off the ledge, yeah? Don't want you falling for me," Hayech chuckles, swinging his legs over to the other side of the ledge they sat on, sinking down so they could lean against it instead.
Skeppy follows, sitting cross-legged and looking at the joint in his hand still. "I'm scared of coughing."
Hayech smiles. "I figured you'd say that. Hand it back, I'll try something."
"Okay?" Skeppy obliges, albeit reluctantly.
Hayech breathes in as deep as he knows he can without choking on the smoke, then holding the joint outward as to not get any ash on Skeppy. He held the smoke in, turned, and to Skeppy's surprise, grabbed his face and leaned in.
Hayech hesitated before he pressed closer. "Just trust me, okay? Breathe in when I breathe out." Smoke poured out of Hayech's mouth as he spoke, and fuck, that was far too attractive for Skeppy, he couldn't process why, but it just *was*.
Skeppy nods, his heart pounding in his chest. He parted his lips, tilting his head back to accustom for Hayech's height. Hayech ran his thumb along Skeppy's bottom lip, practically towering over him. Skeppy stared at Hayech's dark brown eyes, swirling with an emotion he couldn't quite place, the mismatched irises glinting like honey in the golden hour sunlight. Hayech's eyes seemed to dart between Skeppy's own bright blue ones, as though asking for approval, asking Skeppy to tell him to continue, that he wanted this.
Skeppy nodded- what he was hoping was enough for Hayech- and his eyes shut in anticipation, a quiver beginning to spread through his body as he felt Hayech close in. The moment couldn't have lasted longer than a couple of seconds, maybe a minute, but to Skeppy, it felt like an eternity.
Hayech's lips met his, and Skeppy felt like he was flying. His heart thrummed, and when Hayech exhaled, he inhaled. His head spun as the smoke filled his lungs- although, the dizziness was almost definitely because Hayech had moved and was now almost sitting entirely in his lap, rather than hovering over him- and he knew he had to pull back, had to breathe out, but he couldn't bring himself to.
Skeppy's chest tightened and Hayech pulled back, much to Skeppy's dismay, and Hayech nodded at Skeppy. "Exhale. You'll choke."
Skeppy nodded frantically, exhaling the smoke, the scent of weed beginning to cling to their clothes, to their skin, lined the inside of their mouths. Skeppy stared up at Hayech, dazed, noticing that Hayech had a sated smile on his face, the whites of his eyes lined red due to contact with the smoke.
"You okay, darling?" Hayech teased.
"You," Skeppy exhaled, clutching his chest and looking away. "You are fucking evil."
Hayech brought the joint to his lips again, inhaling, nudging Skeppy's legs so they'd be fully extended and he wasn't sitting cross-legged. His eyes met Skeppy's, and he leaned in, exhaling into Skeppy's inhale, making sure the smoke made its way into his friend's lungs.
This exchange was less shaky than the last, both of them accustoming to the other's touch. Hayech brought his hand up, placing it on Skeppy's face, pulling back so Skeppy could exhale the smoke.
Skeppy exhaled in a way that wouldn't make the smoke obscure Hayech's face, and Hayech gave a lovesick smile. "You look so fucking dumb."
"Yeah well- You're the one on top of me!"
"Don't say it like that."
"Why not, you are!"
Hayech grabbed Skeppy's face, leaning in closer. "You're the one who's letting me do this. If you hate it so much, push me away."
Skeppy scoffed. "As if. You're getting me high, why would I tell you to stop?"
"Because I'm basically kissing you," Hayech smirked, not making an effort to pull back, despite their faces being mere centimetres apart.
Skeppy snaked a hand up Hayech's back, splaying his hand in the middle of Hayech's spine, pulling him closer, their bodies flush, faces still just barely apart. "Then why don't you fucking kiss me properly, huh? You could've so easily handed me the joint, let me cough my lungs out," Skeppy murmured. "Just kiss me like you want to, asshat."
Hayech raised an eyebrow. "You sure you can handle me, sweetheart?"
Skeppy's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't let his newfound confident demeanor slip. "I think it's you that's gonna have an issue handling me."
"Oh yeah?" Hayech teased, eyes flicking downward to look at Skeppy's lips- a miniscule, barely noticeable ministration, but something that felt like a gut punch to Skeppy. "We'll see about that one."
Hayech snuffed the joint out by pushing it into the concrete wall, then pushed himself into Skeppy, crashing their lips together. The kiss was full of desperation- all teeth, too much spit, hands roaming to try and fit somewhere that was properly comfortable. Hayech's hands ended up on Skeppy's waist, clutching on like he was afraid he'd fall off if he didn't hang on. (There would be bruises in the shapes of Hayech's fingertips that lingered on Skeppy's sides for about a week to follow, but neither of them would mention, and Skeppy would sheepishly start wearing tank tops under his regular shirts, because Hayech would end up making this into a bad habit, finding it oddly romantic that he could leave such a lasting mark on Skeppy.) One of Skeppy's hands found its way around Hayech's waist, holding him in place, and the other snaked its way further up, tangling itself in Hayech's dark brown hair.
They were both short of breath, panting into each other's mouths, small gasps and whines coming from their throats as they found a motion that fit what they needed. The lingering taste of weed stuck to the insides of their mouths, amplified by each other. Inevitably, they calmed down, and instead of panicking, trying to rush into everything, just decided to find what worked. They melded into one- Hayech didn't know where he ended and where Skeppy began, and vice versa, the heat created between them scalding hot yet not something either wanted to shy from.
Hayech was the one to pull back, panting heavily, eyes still lidded as he tried to catch his breath. A thin string of saliva connected his lips to Skeppy's and as he opened his eyes, he realized his glasses had gone askew.
"You look fuckin' wrecked, Hayech..." Skeppy huffed, a challenging look on his face. He looked as wrecked as Hayech, though- hair tousled, lips spit-slick and shiny, eyes glossy and red-rimmed (albeit the redness was probably from the high he had).
"You're one to talk," Hayech said with a smile. "Where'd you learn to kiss like that?"
"That-" Skeppy chuckled. "That was my first time, dude."
"What?!" Hayech shrieked, sitting up.
Skeppy laughs, clutching his stomach. "Oh my god, did I not fucking tell you?! You- You didn't know I hadn't kissed anyone before?!"
"No?! Oh my god, you're gonna regret this so hard when you're like, twenty years old-"
Skeppy grabbed Hayech's hoodie with both hands, and pulled him in again, their lips connecting in a sickly sweet manner.
Hayech hesitated- held back, didn't let himself fall, fall off that ledge he knew there was no coming back from- but in the end, he melted into Skeppy's arms. He allowed himself to sink into Skeppy, allowed himself to become one with him once more, let his hands come to rest on Skeppy's shoulders, his hips to sink further down, flush with Skeppy's lap.
Skeppy was the one to pull away this time, and there was less urgency this time, less gasping for air, less desperation.
As their eyes opened, and Skeppy's gaze met Hayech's, he realized Hayech's pupils were blown- both eyes, even the normally brown one, were entirely black, only a ring of their natural colour around the edge. Hayech noted the same about Skeppy- his blue eyes were still red-rimmed, more so than his own, but the pupils were so blown it would be obvious to anyone that he was intoxicated. (Although, if anyone were to ask, Skeppy would say he was just smoking, and absentmindedly his hand would come to rest on his own hip, pushing into one of the bruises Hayech had left, if only trying to feel his hand there just once more.)
Hayech's head rest on Skeppy's shoulder, a sated sigh leaving his lips. "We didn't even finish smoking."
"Sun's setting," Skeppy murmured, rubbing Hayech's back. "Shouldn't we get home?"
Hayech shrugged. "My mom won't care. She'll just assume I'm with you."
"Same here," Skeppy laughed. "We should hang out less."
"If this is the benefit I'll be getting from now on, I don't think I'm ever leaving your side."
Silence washed over them for a few heartbeats, before Skeppy piped up. "Do you really mean that?"
"Mean what?"
"That this-" He used his free hand not currently supporting Hayech to gesture between them. "This.. thing, whatever it is, what it'll become- Do- Do you think it could go somewhere?"
Hayech shrugged. "Possibly. What do you want it- us- to be?"
Skeppy seemed to get lost in thought for a moment, and Hayech's heart thrummed against his chest in anticipation of Skeppy's next words.
"Everything," Skeppy finally settled on. "I want us to be everything."
"...You're already everything to me."
"You're everything to me, too." Skeppy paused, eyes fluttering shut. "We could be everything together."
Hayech nods, moving to the side of Skeppy, deciding to lean his head on Skeppy's shoulder that way. "That sounds nice."
Another silence falls over them, and time ticks by, their bones seeming heavier and heavier by the second. The sky ends up dark, neither having spoken a word, but moving closer together to stay warm against the brisk night.
"The stars are bright tonight," Skeppy comments, voice hoarse after hours of not speaking.
"Not bright enough," Hayech chuckles in response. "I still hate the city."
"I know you do," Skeppy smiles. "I'll take you on that trip to Alaska some day when we're out of highschool."
"I'll take your word for it," Hayech grins, knowing Skeppy can't see him properly.
Skeppy breathes deeply. "Can't you see the northern lights from the mountains, though?"
"Yeah. I was gonna go up there for a vacation soon, my parents said I could. Did you-" Hayech swallows thickly, sitting up so he could see Skeppy's face. Beautiful as ever, especially in the moonlight night, the full moon reflecting in Skeppy's bright blue eyes. "Did you want to come with?"
"Are you kidding? A whole vacation, with you? The like, best person ever?" Skeppy practically beamed at Hayech. "I'd trade the world for that, dude!"
Hayech smiles. "I'll take my dirtbike, I'll take you on the back."
"You know how I am about that thing. And on a mountain- are you fucking deranged?!"
Hayech giggles, covering his mouth as he looked away. "Fine, fine! I'll- Whatever, we can just take the car. But if you hate my driving that much, you'll have to get the keys from me."
"Won't be too difficult," Skeppy smirked, climbing closer to Hayech, grabbing Hayech's face, kissing him abruptly.
Hayech's spine went rigid, and he looked away abashedly. "S- Okay, that's just not fair! You can't just do that!"
"Oh, but I totally can, watch!"
Skeppy peppered Hayech's face with kisses- on his cheek, nose, forehead, a few on his lips. Hayech giggled as he did so, trying to push him away (albeit not seriously), and Skeppy just pressed on.
When they both finally separated, Hayech had ended up lying down, with Skeppy on top of him. Skeppy rolled off of him, but laid next to him.
Hayech seemed to have a heaviness to him, a sort of sadness that lingered despite the lightheartedness of the night. "The moon is beautiful tonight."
"I love you too, Hayech." Skeppy said, too fast for his own liking.
"You aren't supposed to know what that means."
"I know you."
Hayech smiles. "You sure do. Maybe a bit too well."
"Yeah," Skeppy's smile was audible in his voice. "But it's okay. You know me just as well."
"...I really do love you," Hayech kissed the top of Skeppy's head, moving to curl into him.
"And I love you," Skeppy responded softly, curling into Hayech's grasp.
They would wind up sleeping that way- on the top of that rooftop, in each other's hold, and if Hayech ends up giving Skeppy his hoodie because he gets cold.. well, nobody else is there to mention it.