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Somehow the two of them ended up with lips pressed against one another, limbs tangled together. Tristan had his hands on Joey's hips, he seemed surprisingly experienced in this area. He wasn't perfect, of course, but Joey found himself more enthralled than he'd expected.
The couch was small and didn't leave much room for either of them, but they were too absorbed to care.
Joey grabbed the collar of Tristan's shirt, dragging the brunette down with him until they were lying flat. Tristan seemed to automatically slide his leg between Joey's, his knee accidentally brushing against the other's crotch. Joey's breath caught in his throat for a moment, and he nipped at his bottom lip, sinking back into the kiss just as quickly as before.
Maybe it was the weed, but everything felt like it was moving at just the right pace.
Joey had pulled back to catch his breath, trying to avoid Tristan's eyes. Anytime Joey had engaged with intimacy like this, it wasn't careful or slow. He was used to the rough and fast side of things.
Tristan didn't comment on this, but he did think Joey was taking too long. His hand moved to the back of Joey's neck, the callouses on his hands contrasting with the soft skin. Tristan's fingers tangled in the tufts of Joey's hair, gently tugging him back into a kiss.
A few minutes of heavy breathing and continued kissing later, and Joey was shoving Tristan off of him. Joey's heart was racing, it's not like his feelings for Tristan went any deeper than plain curiosity, but it didn't stop how his body reacted. His palms embarrassingly sweaty and his face warm.
"What is it?" Tristan asked, seemingly disappointed.
Joey shook his head, signifying that nothing was wrong, but he did reach for the bong again. Reaching for Tristan's lighter, he took another hit. Instead of immediately exhaling the smoke, he grabbed Tristan again and kissed him, actively blowing smoke into the other boy's mouth.
Tristan stiffened for a second, not having expected it, but after a moment, reciprocated.