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Now, Jonny wasn’t one for answering meaningless questions. But if you were to convince him knowing why he picked up the satchel on his last trip planetside was worth it, he’d answer you simply: sheer, undeniable boredom. And he’d heard plenty about how this stuff was non-addictive, so really, what was the harm? It wasn’t like anyone bothered to use this storage closet anyways, and Aurora had said it was airtight. So, he’d grabbed the bag, some shitty bags of snacks he’d shoplifted on his way out, and holed up in the room. The woman he’d met up with - a pretty thing, but not his type - had said it was more than enough for a few sessions. But Jonny was nothing if not extravagant, and he thought it would be more fun if he used all of it. She’d called it “weed,” and though he’d thought the name was kind of stupid, it didn’t really matter.
She’d said it was close to a cigarette, but with a better effect, so he’d had no trouble rolling it up, nor an issue with lighting the thing. It smelled like absolute shit, so if it wasn’t worth it, he’d be pissed. He’d taken a long drag off the thing, and though it burned a fair bit, he’d had his experience with cigars, and really - he’d felt much worse. After a moment, he blew it out, watching the smoke drift up to the panels on the ceiling. He hadn’t felt anything quite yet, but that was to be expected. So, he took another drag off the thing. Patience was a virtue, but not one possessed by Jonny. This continued for a few minutes before he felt anything.
Just as his head was starting to feel lighter, and the tension began to melt from his shoulders, the door opened. He opened his eyes to yell at whoever was interrupting, but paused when they stepped into the room and the door shut behind them.
“Don’t you know weed’s a gateway drug?” Ashes asked, as seriously as they could muster, eyes locked with Jonny’s for a moment before both of them burst into laughter. “You care if I join you?”
“Nah, just ‘s long as you don’t let anymore smoke out,” Jonny said, handing over the joint he was smoking to Ashes, who took a long hit off of it as he started rolling another.
“Didn’t know you smoked weed.” Ashes commented as they blew smoke out of their mouth.
“I was bored,” Jonny responded, with a shrug.
“Fair enough.”
The two of them sat in silence for what could’ve been seconds, or could’ve been hours, the room slowly filling up with smoke.
“You know, we waste less smoke if we shotgun it.” Ashes commented, breaking the silence.
“The fuck’s that?”
“I’ll show you. Open your mouth.” Ashes said as they took a hit off of their joint, before leaning over to Jonny and pressing their lips together, breathing out the smoke of it into his mouth. His breath hitched in his throat, but he kept the smoke in for a moment, before breathing it out.
“Yeah, aight.” He said, taking a hit before leaning back over to Ashes. Their lips pressed together, smoke passing between the two.
It didn’t take long for the short kisses to dissolve into longer ones, Jonny half-in Ashes lap as their arms wrapped around his waist. The pretense of it just being for the sake of weed was obviously gone, but the smoking itself was not quite abandoned, both taking long hits when they came up for air. Jonny felt like he was drifting, Ashes moving against him being the only thing grounding him to the world. The room was saturated with smoke, and when his eyes opened, he could see just how bloodshot Ashes’ were. He had to assume he was the same, unfocused and red-eyed. Ashes hand found it’s way lower, mouth moving from his to nip at his neck.
“Fuck, d’you w-” Ashes was cut off as the door opened yet again. Jonny was sure he’d have yelled at whoever was behind if his head didn’t feel like it was stuffed full of cotton, his eyes barely focusing on who was behind.
“You didn’t invite me? I’m hurt!” Marius yelled, his voice cutting through the reverie, and Jonny decided that just because he wasn’t present enough to yell didn’t mean he wasn’t present enough to shoot.