Fic: Junkies
Title: Junkies
Genre: romance, angst
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Archy wasn't sure which of them was the bigger junkie.
Note: I just. Guys, right now, I'm just. You know when you're just high on art and it hurts how much you're in love with the world in that moment? Yeah. Fic inspired by Your Love is My Drug by Ke$ha.
Junkies
Archy wasn't sure which of them was the bigger junkie. Johnny held onto his drugs, his needles, his cigarettes, like they were the last breath of fresh air before he plunged into the depths. When Johnny started feeling sober, when the cravings hit him, his eyes glazed over and he was fumbling, reaching desperately into bags, pulling out drawers with a crash that made Archy wince, watching sadly. It was like watching a tragedy painted in sweatpants hanging too loose on smooth, perfect skin, and it broke his heart every time, because Archy was a junkie too.
Archy clung to every moment of Johnny, despised every moment of the pipe but pulled it even closer, frantically pushing away layers of smoke and pills and syringes because somewhere under the pipe Johnny had to be there, but it was like pushing water apart to see the bottom. Johnny hardly ever came out from under the pipe any more, but when he did, it was magical. They might be against the wall, kissing and biting and groaning and living, living so much it was almost unbearable, and suddenly a sweet, gentle, tender kiss would touch Archy's lips. It always ignited him, set fire to his brain, set fireworks of music and color and memories and aching, incredible love off in his mind, and he was just as much a junkie as Johnny because he craved these moments more than any others, couldn't imagine living without them, couldn't bear this life spent searching for them but searched anyways.
Archy was just as much a junkie as Johnny Quid. He just had a different drug of choice.
Genre: romance, angst
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Archy wasn't sure which of them was the bigger junkie.
Note: I just. Guys, right now, I'm just. You know when you're just high on art and it hurts how much you're in love with the world in that moment? Yeah. Fic inspired by Your Love is My Drug by Ke$ha.
Junkies
Archy wasn't sure which of them was the bigger junkie. Johnny held onto his drugs, his needles, his cigarettes, like they were the last breath of fresh air before he plunged into the depths. When Johnny started feeling sober, when the cravings hit him, his eyes glazed over and he was fumbling, reaching desperately into bags, pulling out drawers with a crash that made Archy wince, watching sadly. It was like watching a tragedy painted in sweatpants hanging too loose on smooth, perfect skin, and it broke his heart every time, because Archy was a junkie too.
Archy clung to every moment of Johnny, despised every moment of the pipe but pulled it even closer, frantically pushing away layers of smoke and pills and syringes because somewhere under the pipe Johnny had to be there, but it was like pushing water apart to see the bottom. Johnny hardly ever came out from under the pipe any more, but when he did, it was magical. They might be against the wall, kissing and biting and groaning and living, living so much it was almost unbearable, and suddenly a sweet, gentle, tender kiss would touch Archy's lips. It always ignited him, set fire to his brain, set fireworks of music and color and memories and aching, incredible love off in his mind, and he was just as much a junkie as Johnny because he craved these moments more than any others, couldn't imagine living without them, couldn't bear this life spent searching for them but searched anyways.
Archy was just as much a junkie as Johnny Quid. He just had a different drug of choice.