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acidrain! || harry&jensen.
The rockstar observes the actor, drinking in his actions slowly, brain fuzzy and swirling â euphorically foggy. From the way Jensen replies with âAnytimeâ to the smirk on his lips pulling upward like a puppet on strings, Harry is utterly intoxicated by the man. The silence between them isnât deafening, no â it screams, speaks volumes of anticipation, serenity and a hint of lust. The marijuana is only making the scene heavy with some sort of hidden affection, newfound friendship. Itâs as though time is just a concept, a fragment of reality that both men have decided to ditch. It is all loose limbs, dry mouths with heavy lidded emerald and clover eyes; an aesthetic built upon chemical highs.
Harry canât help the way the smirk on his plush lips slowly rise into a cocky, smug grin. It is so, very clear that he has an affect on Jensen â maybe more so due to the drug swimming in both of their sets of veins â and he acknowledges the fact that the man also has an affect on him. That, he wouldnât dare deny. His emerald eyes flicker to his friendâs legs, watching him stretch out like a tabby cat on a windowsill; slowly, teasingly. âSâ a very comfortable couch, I agree..â He mumbles, tongue heavy in his mouth, before averting his gaze back to Jensenâs clover eyes, dilated heavily with the onyx pupil that grew in size. Damn, does he look good. When Jensen speaks again, Harryâs eyes widen minimally and his jaw slackens a bit â he isnât surprised, he just doesnât know what to say, but he does know what to do.
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Maybe Jensen hadnât been expecting Harry to play along â that eventually he might say, âSorry, but Iâm not into you like that.â But the vibes are there, strong, maybe even stronger than the pull of the marijuana. Jensen isnât like his friend Misha, who believes in things like fate and destiny and a spiritual connection to another soul but he imagines if those things are real, this is what it would feel like. Harryâs words sound almost distant, warbling, but his form is crisp and sharp despite the unfocused background and blurs at the edge of Jensenâs vision. Itâs like Harry is the only important thing here in this moment and the rest is worth forgetting about â not that he wants to, but itâs becoming increasingly more difficult to keep his eyes on anything other than Harry. Jensen thinks his flirtation may have been too much, noticing Harryâs eyes widen, but within seconds, he realizes that that isnât the case at all.Â









