Amnesia
Title: Amnesia
Pairing: John/Bobby
Prompt: Crack-a-thon 6. Amnesia
Warnings: A bit of sap and fluff.
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“Dude, what were we talking about?” John blearily glanced over to Bobby, blinking his dark eyes owlishly.
“Huh?” He asked, sitting up enough to take another hit; holding the smoke in as long as he could before letting the air out and coughing a few times, trying to suppress it. Wordlessly, he passed the thick glass pipe to Bobby, before falling back onto the pillows.
“Dude, you said something.” Bobby tried before John waved his hand, interrupting and cutting Bobby off. Bobby took a hit as well, mimicking John as best he could and managed to cough only a couple times. “Seriously,” He swayed dangerously as he passed the pipe back to John. “What’d you say?”
“I don’t remember, man.” John said before laughing suddenly. Bobby seemed to find whatever it was hilarious as well because he laughed right along with John until he felt like his sides were going to burst.
“You gotta remember, dude.” Bobby prodded, poking John as he passed the pipe.
“Cash it, man.” John said instead handing over the lighter as well. “One big hit is all that’s left.”
Bobby took a deep breath and then let it out. He sealed his lips over the pipe, covering the small hole on the left side as he lit the lighter, holding it just above the weed, and sucking. After a few moments he let go of the hole and inhaled.
This time he did cough a lot. John just laughed, patting him roughly on the back. “You’re good man, you’re good.” He waited for Bobby to quit coughing. “Wanna grab some munchies?” Then he was stumbling up and leaving their room for the kitchen; smelling to high heaven of illegal narcotics and not caring. Bobby stood shakily and followed, not knowing what else to do in his drug induced high.
Too bad Bobby didn’t remember what sparked their original conversation, because John did.
Too bad John and Marie were friends, because John sure wished he could steal Bobby from her now that he knew.
Bobby liked him too.
Pairing: John/Bobby
Prompt: Crack-a-thon 6. Amnesia
Warnings: A bit of sap and fluff.
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“Dude, what were we talking about?” John blearily glanced over to Bobby, blinking his dark eyes owlishly.
“Huh?” He asked, sitting up enough to take another hit; holding the smoke in as long as he could before letting the air out and coughing a few times, trying to suppress it. Wordlessly, he passed the thick glass pipe to Bobby, before falling back onto the pillows.
“Dude, you said something.” Bobby tried before John waved his hand, interrupting and cutting Bobby off. Bobby took a hit as well, mimicking John as best he could and managed to cough only a couple times. “Seriously,” He swayed dangerously as he passed the pipe back to John. “What’d you say?”
“I don’t remember, man.” John said before laughing suddenly. Bobby seemed to find whatever it was hilarious as well because he laughed right along with John until he felt like his sides were going to burst.
“You gotta remember, dude.” Bobby prodded, poking John as he passed the pipe.
“Cash it, man.” John said instead handing over the lighter as well. “One big hit is all that’s left.”
Bobby took a deep breath and then let it out. He sealed his lips over the pipe, covering the small hole on the left side as he lit the lighter, holding it just above the weed, and sucking. After a few moments he let go of the hole and inhaled.
This time he did cough a lot. John just laughed, patting him roughly on the back. “You’re good man, you’re good.” He waited for Bobby to quit coughing. “Wanna grab some munchies?” Then he was stumbling up and leaving their room for the kitchen; smelling to high heaven of illegal narcotics and not caring. Bobby stood shakily and followed, not knowing what else to do in his drug induced high.
Too bad Bobby didn’t remember what sparked their original conversation, because John did.
Too bad John and Marie were friends, because John sure wished he could steal Bobby from her now that he knew.
Bobby liked him too.