anything with gueulemer and brujon? <3
“No, no, you’re doing it wrong- you go like this.”
Brujon took a long drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke in his mouth for a beat. Then, his lips parted, sending the smoke upward and into his nose. Guelemer watched in fascination as the smoke came pouring back out of his mouth.
“Seriously, that’s fucking weird.” The larger of the two scoffed, shaking his head and leaning back. They were both sitting on the roof of Guelemer’s apartment building, just a few inches from the edge. They had just gotten home from a job, both of them drenched in sweat, (and some blood) and neither of them were even slightly tired. Brujon decided to pass the time by attempting to teach Gueu some smoke tricks.
“It’s not hard.” he muttered in reply. “Anyone with a brain can do it.”
Guelemer simply puffed at his own cigarette, the insult seeming to go right over his head. He opened his mouth into an “O” shape, letting out small rings of smoke into the night air.
“Fuck off, man, it’s not a contest.”
They were both silent for another few minutes. They wouldn’t admit it aloud, at least not tonight, but they were enjoying one another’s company. Guelemer let out a sigh, flicking his ashes over the edge.
“Sun’s gonna rise soon.” he mused.
“Shit, you’re right. I’m still not fucking tired.” Brujon ran a hand through his thick hair, his feet dangling off the side of the building. Looking down, he realized all he would have to do to send himself tumbling was scoot forward another few inches.
The feeling gave him a rush.
Finally, Guelemer stood, letting out a groan as he stretched. (Brujon visibly winced at a loud pop his joints made.)
“I’m gonna shower, you can crash here or go home, doesn’t matter.” He put out the cigarette, tossing it off the edge.
“I think I’ll stay here,”
