\u201cDude, I got it!\u201d Dalton swings into the room with a plastic bag in his hands, met with Dana\u2019s eyes lighting up and reaching over to him for a high-five.<\/p>\n
\u201cDude,\u201d Dana says emphatically, eyeing the baggie.<\/p>\n
Cole eyes it, asking automatically, \u201cWhat is that?\u201d He has his suspicions, though; Dana and Dalton had been talking in hushed undertones all week, behind Jill\u2019s back. Gabe had been their lookout. Will also looks adorably puzzled (well, Cole thinks, everything Will does is adorable) so Cole\u2019s glad he\u2019s not the only one out of the loop.<\/p>\n
Dalton snorts. \u201cWeed, duh.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019d you get that?\u201d Will asks. He\u2019s staring at the bag like he\u2019s never seen marijuana in his life, but Cole hasn\u2019t either, and he\u2019s pretty sure Dana hasn\u2019t, just really wants to try it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know a guy,\u201d replies Dalton with no elaboration.<\/p>\n
\u201cD\u2019you know how to roll a joint?\u201d Gabe\u2019s sprawled back on the bean bag, playing a first person shooter game on the tv. Cole and Will had only been discussing what they could do for their next mashup while Dana was texting some girl. Dana\u2019s always texting some girl.<\/p>\n
Dalton shrugs. \u201cKinda. My friends always did it for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have,\u201d Cole can see that Will is stumbling over the words, \u201ca lighter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dalton gives him an incredulous look. \u201cNo<\/em>. I\u2019m just going to eat the weed and get high.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, okay,\u201d Will puts his hands up, but Dalton\u2019s grinning at him and Dana\u2019s laughing from over the tabletop. \u201cI just, you know, wanted to make sure you had all your ingredients or whatever until you make a weed brownie or something.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure they don\u2019t need a lighter to make a weed brownie, dude,\u201d says Cole from the side.<\/p>\n Will shrugs, like,\u00a0how was I supposed to know?<\/em> Dalton says, \u201cYo, get me some paper,\u201d and Will tears one out and hands it to him. None of them can resist watching as Dalton tears some off, rolls the shrubs inside, and then when he\u2019s done stuffing a bit more at one end.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you need tape too?\u201d Will asks, holding out the tape roller.<\/p>\n Dalton frowns at it for a second, then, \u201cNah.\u201d He tightens the blunt until both ends of it are twisted, like a crumpled piece of paper stuffed into a pair of jeans in the wash.<\/p>\n Dana whistles. \u201cSkillz, right there,\u201d he says, as Dalton flips it around and admires it.<\/p>\n \u201cI know right?\u201d Dalton says with a grin. He pops his lighter out and offers both around. \u201cWho wants to go first?\u201d<\/p>\n Cole puts his hand up, declining. Dana says, \u201cNot me,\u201d and Will shakes his head. It\u2019s hard to see Gabe\u2019s face when he\u2019s wearing sunglasses and staring at the tv screen, but it\u2019s pretty much a no, anyway.<\/p>\n Dalton shrugs. \u201cFine then, I will,\u201d he says, passive aggressive but teasing. He sticks the blunt in his mouth and lights it at the end.<\/p>\n Will asks, \u201cSo do we like\u2026 all put our mouths on that thing?\u201d<\/p>\n Dalton raises his eyebrows at him as Cole asks, \u201cDude, you\u2019re gonna do it too?\u201d<\/p>\n Will furrows his eyebrows at him. \u201cYeah. Did you think I wouldn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot\u2014No, no, it\u2019s just.\u201d<\/p>\n It wouldn\u2019t ruin Cole\u2019s image of Will, necessarily, just that he didn\u2019t think that Will was the type to want to do it. Or to even consider it. Cole shrugs and Will raises his eyebrows, so he says, \u201cGerms, y\u2019know.\u201d<\/p>\n Will scoffs. \u201cWe\u2019re getting high. I\u2019m pretty sure germs are the least of my worries.\u201d<\/p>\n After himself, Dalton passes the paper to Dana, who takes a sharp, long drag, before he starts coughing. \u201cOh, dude,\u201d he says, beating at his chest. \u201cBad idea, bad idea.\u201d<\/p>\n Cole, Will, and Dalton are laughing. Even Gabe has glanced up from his video game.<\/p>\n \u201cYou laugh now,\u201d Dana says semi-viciously to Cole and Will, \u201cbut wait until it\u2019s your turn.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will,\u201d says Cole.<\/p>\n \u201cI bet you that I won\u2019t cough when I smoke it,\u201d says Will.<\/p>\n Dana narrows his eyes, because he\u00a0loves<\/em>\u00a0bets and Will knows it. Will has hit his weak spot.<\/p>\n Cole one-ups him by saying, \u201cI bet you that neither of us are gonna cough when we smoke.\u201d<\/p>\n Dana turns to him too. \u201cYou\u2019re on,\u201d he says. \u201cBoth you chums are gonna lose fifty bucks tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTen,\u201d says Will.<\/p>\n \u201cTwenty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFifteen,\u201d says Cole.<\/p>\n \u201cFifteen,\u201d Dana agrees.<\/p>\n \u201cTogether,\u201d says Will. Cole grins over at him and they exchange a high five.<\/p>\n Dana rolls his eyes. \u201cFifteen together, whatever,\u201d he says, and hands the blunt to Cole.<\/p>\n Cole\u2019s seen people on tv smoke cigarettes, and has heard Dalton\u2019s stories, so it shouldn\u2019t be that hard, right? He takes the end of the blunt, which is still a little damp (and his brain fills the space that says\u00a0Will\u2019s mouth is going to be on this next<\/em>) and sticks it between his lips. He tries to suck as shallowly as he can, but he sucks from his throat and it all goes down too quickly and then he\u2019s coughing up smoke, grey and thin in front of his face.<\/p>\n \u201cHa!\u201d Dana crows. \u201cSeven-fifty, Cole! You owe me! Let\u2019s see Will next.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf I don\u2019t cough, will it just be Cole?\u201d Will asks, as Cole hands the blunt over to him. Their fingertips brush and Cole pretends not to notice.<\/p>\n Dana grins. \u201cNah, you still have to give me money.\u201d<\/p>\n Will shrugs, though, and sends Cole a look that says,\u00a0oh well<\/em>. Cole definitely stares too long as Will wraps his lips around the blunt, trying to figure out how to take a hit properly.<\/p>\n When he does, he pulls away coughing too, cheeks slightly red and hacking from his chest. Dana leaps from where he\u2019s resting against the armchair and goes, \u201cI\u2019m fifteen dollars richer to-night<\/em>! Guess who\u2019s gonna be a zillionaire?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cStop shouting, you\u2019re hurting my head,\u201d Dalton complains. He\u2019s been watching Gabe play his video game this whole time while texting his girlfriend. Dana goes to get the blunt from Will and hand it to Gabe.<\/p>\n \u201cI guess we\u2019re seven dollars poorer,\u201d says Will, coming over to stand next to Cole against the pool table.<\/p>\n \u201cSeven fifty,\u201d Cole corrects, and Will laughs.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not too bad,\u201d he says, watching as Gabe expertly takes a hit and hands it back to Dalton. Dalton is now complaining about them using too much saliva and wiping the part of the blunt that\u2019s not burning against his shirt. \u201cCould\u2019ve been fifty bucks.\u201d<\/p>\n Will snorts. \u201cLike I\u2019d bet fifty bucks against Dana for anything.\u201d<\/p>\n Cole smiles at him, because Will is nice-looking and Cole\u2019s head is light. The pool table doesn\u2019t feel as hard as it did a minute ago, so he bumps his back against it, needing to feel the edge above his backside.<\/p>\n Will furrows his eyebrows, adorably. \u201cWhat was that for?\u201d he asks. \u201cWhat did the table ever do to you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEverything,\u201d Cole laughs, and hits himself again. That time it hurt. \u201cOw.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOw,\u201d Will echoes, even though he hadn\u2019t been the one to hit himself. Or maybe he did; Cole can\u2019t really see from here. Will\u2019s hair is so big and everywhere and never feels as soft as it looks. Cole knows because he\u2019s touched it many times before.<\/p>\n Dana comes over to them with the blunt. He giggles when he peers behind him. \u201cHey guys, y\u2019know what we should do? Play pool.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cExcellent idea,\u201d Dalton slurs, coming to join them. Gabe is still playing the video game. \u201cI am a pool\u00a0master<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo you\u2019re not,\u201d laughs Will, turning around with his hands folded over his chest.<\/p>\n Dalton puts a finger over his own lips and lets out an obnoxious, \u201cshh.\u201d Cole feels weird at the thought of Dalton and Will playing pool together before\u2014maybe in Will\u2019s basement. Cole doesn\u2019t like thinking about it.<\/p>\n He says, \u201cI\u2019m a pool master, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, right.\u201d Dalton\u2019s already pulled off a billiard from the wall. Dana is rearranging the balls on the table into the triangle, though he\u2019d put the white one at the top. Dalton tries to fight him for it, but when Dana refuses to let him take it, Dalton huffs, \u201cFine, I\u2019ll just use the eight ball.\u201d He plucks it from the side and Dana yelps at him.<\/p>\n \u201cDalton\u2019s really terrible,\u201d Will assures Cole.<\/p>\n Cole snickers. \u201cI bet.\u201d He wants to ask Will why he hadn\u2019t been invited to play pool. Cole is good company.<\/p>\n He realizes he\u2019s still holding the blunt in his hand, having not smoked it yet. He glances over at Will\u2014he\u2019s watching Dalton and Dana with amusement, and he hasn\u2019t had his second hit yet.<\/p>\n Cole asks, \u201cDo you wanna go?\u201d and offers it out to him.<\/p>\n \u201cOh!\u201d Will pauses for a moment. \u201cYeah, sure.\u201d He takes the blunt and looks at it for a second. \u201cI don\u2019t know how to do this without coughing, though.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t use your throat,\u201d Dalton offers from the side. \u201cUse, like, the back of your mouth.\u201d He\u2019s getting himself in ready position, two fingers at the edge of the table.<\/p>\n Will shrugs. \u201cI\u2019ll try that.\u201d<\/p>\n Cole watches as he draws the paper between his lips, eyebrows creased in concentration, cheeks pinched as he follows Dalton\u2019s rules. He doesn\u2019t cough, kind of swallows; when he\u2019s done a wispy stream of smoke flutters between his lips. He beams.<\/p>\n \u201cWhoa,\u201d he says. \u201cThat was\u2014I think I did it right.\u201d<\/p>\n Cole blinks, then smiles back. \u201cI think you did it right, too.\u201d<\/p>\n Will hands him the blunt, the mouth end a bit wet from just moments ago. Cole sticks it between his lips, thinking about what Dalton had said, keeping the smoke in his mouth. He lets it sit there, thick and happy, one of his hands hooked at his elbow. After a moment, he exhales, letting the smoke run down his throat and also bump out of his mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re pros,\u201d says Will\u2019s voice. Cole had been so focused on smoking that he\u2019d forgotten Will was there.<\/p>\n He turns to Will, smiling. Actually, he can\u2019t stop smiling; Will is grinning at him more controlled, and Cole\u2019s cheeks hurt.<\/p>\n \u201cMy cheeks hurt,\u201d Cole says, and Will laughs into the heel of his palm.<\/p>\n Dalton, from his terrible game of pool (well Cole can\u2019t really tell, but he\u2019s probably not assuming wrong), calls, \u201cHe\u2019s a smiler!\u201d<\/p>\n Gabe thrusts up a thumbs up from the couch.<\/p>\n \u201cI am\u00a0not<\/em>\u00a0a smiler,\u201d Cole says, smiling. \u201cI\u2019m just.\u201d He puts the blunt on the table, then presses his fingers to his cheeks and tries to control his mouth.<\/p>\n Will giggles.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re a smiler,\u201d he chides, and Cole lets his hands drop down.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, yeah, okay,\u201d he says. \u201cI\u2019m a smiler.\u201d<\/p>\n Will\u2019s body is warm next to him. His cheeks are flushed and Cole thinks absently that they\u2019re both probably high enough. Cole wants to kiss Will\u2019s big cheeks. Kiss the column of his throat. Wonders how soft Will\u2019s mouth is.<\/p>\n Dalton has his tongue sticking out as he concentrates on his game, so Cole turns his attention to that instead. \u201cParkour!\u201d he shouts, throwing himself on the table and messing up Dalton\u2019s balls.<\/p>\n Dalton splutters, but Cole starts giggling from the velvet surface. \u201cHa,\u201d he says, as Dalton storms over to him. \u201cI messed up your balls\u2014eep!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCole<\/em>,\u201d Dalton growls, and Cole jumps off from the table, laughing. He bumps into the overhead lamp but it doesn\u2019t really hurt against his shoulder. Dana is yelling, \u201cFight fight fight!\u201d from the ground, as Will\u2019s going, \u201cGuys, just\u2014that\u2019s my dad\u2019s table, don\u2019t break it or anything\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n So Cole jumps off, because Mr. Behlendorf is nice and Will is nice. Will is\u00a0so<\/em>\u00a0nice.<\/p>\n Cole runs behind him and says, \u201cProtect me Will!\u201d He half-expects Will to throw his arms out or something, but Dalton easily snatches at him, and Cole jumps out of the way.<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t protect me!\u201d Cole calls over his shoulder.<\/p>\n Will protests, \u201cYou\u2014I didn\u2019t\u2014\u201d His voice is getting increasingly high-pitched. \u201cI\u2019m\u00a0high<\/em>,\u201d he points out.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m high, too!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re gonna be\u00a0dead<\/em>,\u201d Dalton threatens, as Cole dives under the table.<\/p>\n Cole giggles. Dalton is trying to get under here too, but apparently his sense of ups and downs are messed up when he\u2019s stoned, because when he bends down his eyebrows are furrowed and he needs to stand up again. He keeps\u00a0looking<\/em>\u00a0at Cole without really trying to go after him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou won\u2019t get away with this Pendery!\u201d he says, half-heartedly, staring up above the pool table somewhere.<\/p>\n Cole giggles again.<\/p>\n Then, to his surprise, something warm is slid under with him. It takes Cole a second to realize that that something is someone, and that someone is Will. He\u2019s bent down a little so he can fit, and his eyes are bright and a little hazy like he\u2019s trying to see Cole properly.<\/p>\n \u201cMarijuana is weird,\u201d Will says plainly. He\u2019s a little shrouded by the surface of the table, but the red in his cheeks remains visible. Cole wonders if his skin is hot to the touch.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you finally here to protect me?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course.\u201d Will nudges his shoulder with Cole\u2019s. \u201cI would\u2019ve last time, but you were\u2014you were too\u2014\u201d He breaks off, and then laughs. \u201cI don\u2019t know what I want to say.\u201d<\/p>\n His lips are so big. They look so comfortable. Cole asks, \u201cCan I kiss you?\u201d<\/p>\n He\u2019s really only kissed one boy before, on a dare. He\u2019s never really liked boys before, though he figures it\u2019s hard not to like Will: he\u2019s\u00a0Will<\/em>. Cole really, really likes Will, really wants to kiss him.<\/p>\n The world slows when Will\u2019s breath hitches and his eyes flicker down to Cole\u2019s lips. Then he\u2019s looking into Cole\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cSure,\u201d Will whispers.<\/p>\n Cole leans in, because Will is sitting on the floor and Cole is kind of on his knees, so he presses his hands against Will\u2019s chest. Will gasps, soft and inexperienced. He makes a small noise like a moan and a hum, as Cole brings one hand up to his cheek, stroking at it delicately with his thumb. Will isn\u2019t pressing back hard enough, in Cole\u2019s opinion, so he continues moving and moving\u2014<\/p>\n Will\u2019s back hits the ground, but the angle is better. Cole brings a hand between them and thumbs at Will\u2019s lower lip, and Will, sleepy and stoned, parts, letting Cole lick into him. Will tastes like smoke and their dinner at Texas Roadhouse earlier, because he\u2019d been eating ribs, and Cole had laughed when Will got barbecue sauce all around his mouth and thought about licking it off. This is better, just getting the aftertaste around Will\u2019s tongue, which is plush and hesitant and twisting around Cole\u2019s own. Cole groans and shifts so his hands are on either side of Will\u2019s shoulders, sitting off to the right side, killing his elbow but who cares because Will\u2019s tongue is scraping along the ridge of his bottom teeth.<\/p>\n Cole is pretty sure he hears Dalton go, \u201cWhoa!\u201d and Dana call, \u201cGaaaay,\u201d (which doesn\u2019t mean anything, because one round of Never Have I Ever he\u2019d confessed to having a crush on and making out with a boy before.) It doesn\u2019t really register, but eventually they need to break apart for air.<\/p>\n Cole lifts his head up, the sound of their lips extracting from each other making a soft wet\u00a0pop<\/em>. Will is red and breathing heavy from under him, eyelids heavy and pupils diluted.<\/p>\n \u201cUm,\u201d says Will, licking his lips.<\/p>\n Cole stares at him. He wants to keep doing it. He doesn\u2019t feel half as high as before\u2014\u201cYeah,\u201d he says, to Will.<\/p>\n \u201cI,\u201d says Will. \u201cUm.\u201d<\/p>\n Dalton ducks down and manages to look at them quick enough to get in, \u201cWill, if you and Cole are gonna bang under the table, don\u2019t do it while the rest of us are here!\u201d<\/p>\n Cole feels himself blush. Will does too, even redder than before. Cole is, yeah, hard in his pants, but in a nice and slow way, not an aching way. He tries to adjust himself discreetly, but Will glances at him and notices.<\/p>\n Cole wants to make an excuse, but his brain is too slow. And Will suggests, \u201cWe could go to my bedroom if you want?\u201d and there\u2019s something\u2014hopeful in his eyes.<\/p>\n Cole\u2019s heart skips a beat. He hears himself say, \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can smell sex!\u201d Gabe calls.<\/p>\n Cole frowns. Will shouts back, \u201cYou cannot, we\u2019re not having sex.\u201d He tries to sit up, fumbles a little, and then rights himself. He starts crawling out from under the table. Cole stares at his ass.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re going to my room,\u201d Will says, as he stands back up.<\/p>\n Dalton makes a gagging noise and Dana goes, \u201cAw, dude, TMI!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Will says indignantly. \u201cAnd. Yeah. You better not come up there, unless you want it to smell like\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWill.\u201d Cole\u2019s managed to come out, and places a hand on Will\u2019s waist. He\u2019d meant to touch his shoulder, but Will\u2019s waist was nearer, so that\u2019s where his hand wound up. \u201cLet\u2019s just go.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou crazy kids have your fun,\u201d Dalton teases in some terrible southern woman accent.<\/p>\n Will sticks his tongue out at him, so Cole does too. \u201cIs your room in its usual place?\u201d he asks when he\u2019s done, and Will giggles.<\/p>\n He grabs for Cole\u2019s hand, which Cole hadn\u2019t expected.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Will says, grinning bright and lazily leading them up the staircase. \u201cC\u2019mon.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cole definitely stares too long as Will wraps his lips around the blunt, trying to figure out how to take a hit properly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[236,104],"fandom":[546],"rating":[675],"ship":[],"relationship":[606],"minorfandomships":[791],"class_list":["post-2164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-default","tag-kissing","tag-weed","fandom-wpop","rating-teen","relationship-slash","minorfandomships-will-cole"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2164","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2164"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2164\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2166,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2164\/revisions\/2166"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2164"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2164"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2164"},{"taxonomy":"fandom","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/fandom?post=2164"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=2164"},{"taxonomy":"ship","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/ship?post=2164"},{"taxonomy":"relationship","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/relationship?post=2164"},{"taxonomy":"minorfandomships","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aroceu.com\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/minorfandomships?post=2164"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u00a0<\/em>
\nThis is his basement, though, and Cole wouldn\u2019t doubt that Will would go up to his kitchen to get a candle lighter to help them get lit. Cole\u2019s always been curious\u2014honestly, he thought he\u2019d experiment with this sort of thing earlier, like when he first got into IM5\u2014but their managers and PR team want them to keep a G-rated image, and all of Dalton\u2019s friends are back at Texas. Cole imagines he\u2019d gotten a friend of a friend of a friend or something who was in L.A. to hook them up with drugs. Not that Cole\u2019s against it, really, so as long as he hadn\u2019t gotten caught. He kind of expected Gabe to know a bit more, but the one time he\u2019d asked Gabe had just confessed to being a big wuss, only mooching off other guys getting high, never buying his own stock himself.<\/p>\n