charlos ficlet of this art by @penaltyboxboxbox, i love the way you doodle them 🥺
"Charles... Sharl. Sharl, you need to, you need to suck--"
Charles doesn't hear Carlos, not really. Not with his focus stuck on how tiny the lighter looks gripped just so in Carlos' large hand, his other hairy palm cupped around the flame. Carlos likes to indulge him like this: he always offers Charles the greens first, will already have his fancy lighter out when it's Charles' turn to spark it for him. He'll spend a lazy afternoon in when they both have the day off, sharing cheat meals and kisses and occasionally, the kind of bliss found only in the smoke of sweet oblivion.
Charles makes the devastating mistake of looking up at his friend and teammate, perpetual rival and part time lover, and is struck by those big brown eyes and the gracious impatience in them. Helpless, he makes a noise.
Carlos huffs; it's nothing but fondness. "Ay, Charles, it's not going to light if you aren't doing anything. Here, give it to me."
He takes the bong from Charles' hands, nestles it in the crook of his leg. Thick brows crease in concentration; the haze of smoke and silence is broken momentarily by quiet bubbling, smoke swirling up inside red-tinted glass until Carlos pulls back to cap the open mouth with his palm. He offers it back to Charles. "Here."
Charles at this point is so baked that he takes the proffered bong and instead of taking a hit he leans into Carlos' space and kisses him deeply. Going from lazy to intense, Carlos always matching the tempo Charles wants to set.
Afterwards, when they're resting on top of the duvet with their shoes still on, Charles plants a cotton-mouthed kiss against Carlos' shoulder, ready for a nap. "You know, I might prefer the vape better."
