cam nodded, understanding completely. he had half a mind to ask to get in on the whole operation to send more money back to his family, too, but… well, this probably wasn’t a good time considering police were crawling all over the town. speaking of which, “are you… are you safe? like, will the police catch you? i guess they’re kind of preoccupied but they’re also… y’know, everywhere.”
god, this was making cam nervous and excited at the same time, which was stupid, he knew. it was just weed. still, this was kind of on his bucket list, was something he’d always thought about, but he had been too much of a… well, a square to ever try. he didn’t even know where you would get weed. well, dealers, obviously, but cam had never cared enough about getting high to actively search for one. and one had all but fallen into his lap.
“oh, sure,” cam said, sitting down on the bed next to him. he focused for a few moments on getting the match lit, but when he finally did and look back up at sutton with a smile, he was confronted with his boyfriend’s beautiful face, pretty fucking close to his own. it took him a moment to remember he was supposed to be lighting the end of sutton’s joint.
once he had, he shook the match out, and he had to force himself to tear his eyes away from sutton’s face, just to make sure it was fully extinguished and he wasn’t about to burn the apartment down by accident, because wow. sutton was hypnotizing, there was something so beautiful about the slow, leisurely way he exhaled, the way the smoke curled it’s way out of his mouth. it was, also, an excellent excuse to stare at sutton’s lips.
when sutton passed the blunt his way, cam just nodded a little dumbly. just relax, that was always hard to do when you were told to do it. how did you make yourself relax? especially when cam still wanted to impress sutton. he raised the joint as a mock cheers, before taking half a hit and immediately breaking into a coughing fit. once he’d taken a minute to get it all out, he managed, “y’know, some people say the coughing makes them go in deeper.” there was a few more coughs. “but i’m pretty sure they’re liars.” once he was breathing normally, though, he tried again, and knowing what to expect, kept the coughing to a minimum.
The mention of policed brought forth a sigh, air blowing out from Sutton’s nose. His hand laid flat on Cam’s chest, “I’ve been on hiatus since the police presence first got heavy. But... I needed to get back to work. Financial reasons.” A pause, rolling his eyes, “And I was losing clientele. There’s this other kid on campus...” Eh, no need to ruin his already fragile mood with talk of the infamous J, “I’ll be ok. I promise.”
It’s been so long since his first time smoking weed he had almost forgotten those nerves. He had been in the same position Cam was, believe it or not. Compared to Sydney and their friends and family back home, Sutton was the neighborhood square too. For different reasons, maybe, but still. His eyes smiled when their gazes met, and he might have stolen a kiss there if he hadn’t remembered there was a task at hand.
It was funny, how Sutton found Cam just as hypnotizing as he found Sutton. Cam’s little movements -- how he pushed the hair out of his face, how his hands shook, ever so, the curve of his top lip... Sutton was sensitive to the pure aesthetics of the world around him already. He had a keen eye for light and color and sound. Touch. But now? Everything was amplified, by the weed and their close proximity. Two highs in one. What’d he’d give to just trace little sweet nothing’s over Cam’s back.
He was expecting some coughing, it was Cam’s first time smoking... anything(?) after all, “I should have suggested glasses of water --” he brushed a stray strand of hair off of Cam’s face and behind his ear, a small chuckle dripping down his chin, “Technically, but it’s not as enjoyable. I don’t want you to aggravate your lungs -- Try taking a smaller hit,” But Cam didn’t seem to need all that much guidance. There were too many heady factors at play -- having snuck through Cam’s window, the dim room, the high... how Cam looked at him. This time, when Cam exhaled, Sutton managed to form his lips into a small ‘o,’ leaning forward to catch the shotgun of smoke before it could drift away towards the ceiling. It wasn’t even the start of a kiss, almost a tease, bodies just close enough for Sutton to feel Cam’s breath without their lips touching.
More than content with the slowing room, his fingers brushed over Cam’s knuckles to find the joint. Voice no more than a mummer, “Is it ok if I stay tonight?”
