Totally forgot it was 4/20 yesterday lol
Enjoy this crack fix from someone who doesn't even partake XD
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Ford sighed heavily to himself, lying in bed on their boat, smoke hazing the air around him and a bag of open chips pressed to his side. His arm was getting a bit sore, having been folded behind his head for some time now… but his sluggish thoughts made it hard to care.
“Ford?” Stan liked his head through the doorway, smirking when he noticed his twin’s state. “Geez, buddy, slow down, would ya? Yet gonna finish our stash before we reach land.”
The words took a small eternity to register. But when they did, Ford struggled his way to sitting up, his arm falling limp on the bed, having long since fallen numb.
“Ah. Apologies Stanley. It's just so fascinating!” Ford held up the ‘blunt’, expertly rolled by Stan's hands, admiring it from all angles, the burning embers a beautiful cherry red. “The way such a small plant can slow my thoughts. It should be studied!”
Stan chucked at him, entering the room and sitting on bed beside him. “People are studying it, Sixer. Yer just late to the game.”
Taking the blunt when it was offered, Stan took a deep drag, letting it settle in his lungs before breathing it out. “Oh yeah,” Stan breathed, smoke exiting his mouth as he spoke. “that's some good shit.”
Ford was smiling doopily at him, eyes focused on his lips. Which was something Stan had been noticing more and more. Ford's lingering glances; eyes darting back up to his face whenever he turned around, whenever he crossed his arms and his chest pushed out, and this. Ford's eyes locked into his lips whenever they smoked.
Feeling the drugs hit his system, his body loosening, Stan decided to take the plunge.
“Hey nerd!” Ford's eyes slowly drifted back up to meet his. “Ever try shotgunning?”
“..... what is that?” Ford finally asked.
“Just relax buddy.” Moving forward, Stan crawled over Ford's body, settling on top of his brother. He licked his lips at Ford's wife eyed State, his hands automatically coming up and landing on his hips. “Let me teach ya.”
Inhaling deeply from the roll, Stan held it deep, his voice rough as he spoke while holding his breath. “Open up.”
Ford's mouth dropped open, like Stan had given a command instead of softly whispered instruction. It caused a shudder to crawl down his spine, and Stan smiled as he felt a little ‘something’ twitch against his thigh.
Stan softly blew the smoke into Ford's mouth, but of course his brother was so baked that he just let the smoke drift away without trying to inhale.
Stan laughed meanly at his twin, reveling in the gaze that was a mix of amazement and arousal.
Letting his own lust show on his face, Stan let his most natural seductive look settle on his face (this look was what won him Marilyn's attention in Vegas). “Pay attention baby. Breathe in what I give ya.”
This time, when Stan smoked and blew it into Ford's mouth, Ford leaned in and captured it, breathing out into the space between them.
“Good boy.” Stan whispered.
This time he felt as Ford hardened against him, hips subtly moving against him.
Stan smiled as Ford took the blunt, showing off his new knowledge and blowing the smoke into Stan's mouth, their faces drifting closer.
They finished the roll that way, getting closer and closer, Ford's twitching hips turning into rolling motions, Stan's own cock making an appearance.
“Stan…” Ford whispered, the roll almost finished.
“Yeah Ford.” Stan whispered, watching as Ford took the last pull, stubbing out the roach on their bedside ashtray. “Yeah.”
This time, instead of simply blowing the smoke into Stan's mouth, Ford pressed their mouths together. Smoke escaped their mouth as their lips parted, tongues slipping into mouths, swapping spit as they kissed. Ford's hands came up to cradle Stan's face as he plundered his brother's mouth, legs parting as he made room for Stan to settle between his legs, moans joining the slick sounds of their mouths as Stan ground down.
“Stanley, please.” Ford cried out as he threw his head back, Stan's hand pulling his turtleneck aside to allow his lips and teeth to mark up his throat.
Then he shouted in surprise as he was suddenly thrown off Ford, landing on his side. Before he could panic, however, Ford's hands were back, flipping him around.
“Nerd you, need you so much.” Ford panted as he undid Stan's pants, pushing them and his boxers down to his knees. “I have been waiting my whole life for you.”
As much as that statement touched Stan, his still slowed down brain was having trouble catching onto what was happening.
Then he felt something stiff sliding between his thighs.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Stan grunted, crossing his knees to give his brother a tighter channel to fuck.
“Oh Moses Stanley, yes!” Ford wrapped his arms around Stan's waist, his hips quickly picking up speed as he fucked Stan's thighs. “So clever my twin, my love!”
Stan panted and moaned as Ford's cock leaked enough pre-cum that it was quickly sliding between his legs without resistance. Each thrust rubbed his balls and taint, occasionally catching on his rim and causing a delicious pull as it streched his entrance. Stan's hand gripped his cock, rubbing furiously as heat built in his gut, the sound of Ford's grunts in his ear fueling the fire.
“Ford! Holy fuck, Ford!” Stan called, his free hand reaching back and gripping a handful of Ford's hair.
“Stanley!” Ford's thrusts shortened, slowing as he put all his strength into each thrust, causing slapping sounds to ring out. Stan was panting like a dog, drool dripping down his cheek.
“My muse!” Ford panted right into his ear.
“Fuck!” Stan grunted, his cock shooting off across the bed, going off the edge considering how small it was. “FUCK!” Stan screamed again as Ford's teeth sunk into his neck, his thighs becoming slicker as Ford came between them, the head just barely peaking through as he buried the length of himself between those skinny yet fatty thighs.
Ford was in heaven as he finally got his hands on his twin. A lifetime of yearning finally made reality as he wrestled Stanley to his side, only disrobing them as much as necessary to get his penis between those legs.
As much as he would have preferred to be buried in that heat, he was far too impatient at the moment to give his brother the time and attention needed to make the process painful.
Once his initial hunger was stated; then he would treat Stan with all the love and decadence he deserved.
He noticed when Stan began stroking himself, which made him feel some shame. That should have been his duty, but Stan was so delightfully soft around the middle, so solid, that it was hard to pull his hands away. The hand in his hair amped him up higher, the pain a delicious contrast to the pleasure counting through his veins.
(Perhaps if his thinking hadn't been impaired, he could have soared one hand to help his love along. But alas, he would have never dared to be so bold without the influence of the drugs.)
And so he happily thrust between Stan's hairy legs, shuddering at the feeling of the hair catching on the sensitive skin of his penis. He angled himself to rub against Stan's own genitals, his moans stuttering and breathing hitching whenever he caught on Stan's entrance. The cavern called to him, promising pleasure beyond his fantasies, but he resisted. Without proper lubrication, he would do nothing but harm his lover. His everything. His…
Slowing down, on the cusp of climax, Ford pulled Stan closer, thrusting as hard as he dared and whispered right into his twin's ear.
Hearing Stan immediately come after that was beyond gratifying. Angling himself just right, Ford made sure his entire length was buried in those soft thighs, Stan's climax causing his legs to tighten.
Ford felt his eyes roll, squeezing Stan to himself as he let go, dirtying Stan's thighs. Without thinking he acted on instinct, biting down on Stan's shoulder, marking his twin as his.
The twins panted as they came down from their high, both natural and assisted.
“Holy shit.” Stan panted.
“Mmm.” Ford grunted, idly locking over the mark he left.
“Fuck.” Stan stirred, opening his legs and grimacing at the mess, giggling as Ford's soft cock flopped off his leg. “I feel gross.”
Attempting to live away, Stan slapped at Ford's arm in annoyance when his brother refused to let go.
“Ford, c'mon, ya messed me up and I wanna get clean.”
Ford's messy hair finally moved as his groggy face came into view.
Stan waited as patiently as he could, knowing Ford was still slightly baked. Then he yelped as Ford pulled him into his back, groaning as Ford slid down between his legs, his twin lapping at the mess he left behind.
“Really?” Stan asked, incredulous.
Ford just grunted up at him, and Stan huffed out a breath as he lay back.
“Alright weirdo, but I hope you know that's it for today. I can't get it up again.”
Ford just grunted again, not pausing in his ‘cleaning’.
Eventually Stan fell asleep like that, Ford resting on his belly as he watched his twin sleep.
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