dramatic title about bonding & wisps of smoke pls?
this wip is embarrassingly old, like one of the first fics i started writing for wes, but i still very much enjoy it!! one of john & wes's first non-violent interactions in their canon!!
John watches the smoke leak from Wes's pursed lips, then steps forward to grab a cigarette from the pack for himself. Wes glances at him and offers his own cigarette for John to light his on. "I'd quit a while ago, too," Wes says, pushing his cigarette back between his lips once John's is smoldering. "It's good stress relief, though."
The smoke feels good in John's lungs. It's been a long time since he felt it. He sighs, staring out across the valley. "I should cut you to pieces for breaking into my ranch. It was difficult enough to get it back from you the first time."
Wes's mouth twitches as he stares up at the stars, avoiding John's gaze just as much as John is avoiding his. "Just came for the view." He taps the ash off his cigarette. "I'll come back later to take it from you again."
