Wit Of The Staircase 82/?
anonymous
June 3 2011, 08:47:03 UTC
They passed around the toke until it was mostly burned down. Antonio mentioned something about some seeds and smoking a bowl later, but Matthew didn't ask for more.
Gilbert and Antonio were chilling out. Antonio had almost lolled over, while Gilbert took another deep drag. Smoke was curling up in the air. Matthew never really cared for the smell of pot, didn't see him trying it but this was different.
"Munchies, man," Gilbert said. "I think I'll die if I don't get some fucking Cheetoes."
Matthew didn't say anything. He just snuggled closer, half-lidded and dreamy. Francis had taken a tighter, even possessive hold on him after the exchange with Gilbert. He was playing with Matthew's hair, curled around him, cannabis sickly sweet and thick in the air.
"How do you feel, Matthew?" He asked, quietly.
"Tired. A little hungry," Matthew said.
"It gets better," Francis said. He sighed, and leaned into Matthew.
"You deserve better than Cheetoes," Francis said, almost dreamily.
"What do I deserve, then?" Matthew asked.
"Only the best," Francis said. "The best cities, the best food."
Matthew would've settled for anything as long as Francis was there.
They passed around the toke until it was mostly burned down. Antonio mentioned something about some seeds and smoking a bowl later, but Matthew didn't ask for more.
Gilbert and Antonio were chilling out. Antonio had almost lolled over, while Gilbert took another deep drag. Smoke was curling up in the air. Matthew never really cared for the smell of pot, didn't see him trying it but this was different.
"Munchies, man," Gilbert said. "I think I'll die if I don't get some fucking Cheetoes."
Matthew didn't say anything. He just snuggled closer, half-lidded and dreamy. Francis had taken a tighter, even possessive hold on him after the exchange with Gilbert. He was playing with Matthew's hair, curled around him, cannabis sickly sweet and thick in the air.
"How do you feel, Matthew?" He asked, quietly.
"Tired. A little hungry," Matthew said.
"It gets better," Francis said. He sighed, and leaned into Matthew.
"You deserve better than Cheetoes," Francis said, almost dreamily.
"What do I deserve, then?" Matthew asked.
"Only the best," Francis said. "The best cities, the best food."
Matthew would've settled for anything as long as Francis was there.
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