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Easy as Breathing by akire [Reviews - 0] 
Pierce holds the joint delicately between two talon-esque claws and exhales. With languid, heavy-lidded eyes, he watches the grey smoke spiral and fade as a gust of wind picks it up and blows it away. Inhale, exhale. Nice and easy. Watch the ember-tip glow, watch the smoke curl. Leave for the time being the customers below, the look his mother will give him when she smells his skin, his hair, his pelt, his clothes. Forget school-trouble, work-trouble, home-trouble, boy-trouble, girl-trouble (16 is way too young to be developing a Power-fetish), everything. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. A distance sound, a door slamming shut. The crunch of feet. A sigh as a body settles. Exhale. Hold. Inhale. Familiar pale hands reach out, take the joint. Pierce tracks it with his eyes as Jamie cups the dog-end to his mouth, sucks hard. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. The joint is returned to him in easy, companionable silence. No words, no thoughts needed. Before, probably after this all wore off too, he'd be quietly freaking out about what was said and thought and heard in Jamie's living room. Later. No trouble here. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. He lifted his hand slowly, sloppily, offering it to Jamie for another drag. The tip glows bright and warm in the dusky shadow of the sign. Jamie shifts, takes another hit, reaches out, cups Pierce's cheek, leans forward and kisses him. Jamie's mouth tastes of sugary brownies and the earthy sweetness of the joint. Inhale. Hold. Jamie breaks off slowly, blinks, looks Pierce in the eye. Pierce knows in that instance what it is like for Jamie, to hear the thoughts of others as clearly as his own. He answers in kind. Okay. It's okay. We're okay. He takes the joint with one hand as his other finds Jamie's and twines their fingers together. Hold. Exhale. |
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