fic: smoulder & smoke
title: smoulder & smoke
pairing: ezequiel garay/gonzalo higuain
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: fiction
based on these photos. hookah is a waterpipe used to smoke tobacco. it's popular in south america.
also i am not sure if ezequiel actually goes by 'enzi' but i saw it somewhere. if not, please let me know.
It’s starting to quiet down now, just the occasional yell in the distance probably by partygoers stumbling along the streets and the slight rustle of the wind. The air is cool and Ezequiel pulls his jacket a little closer to his body before deciding to slide the zipper up. It’s just another summer night in Buenos Aires.
There’s a loud bang and Ezequiel looks up to see Gonzalo trotting towards him with a dopey smile in his face, a glass half full with dark liquid.
“Everyone asleep then?”
Gonzalo nods as he takes a seat in the plastic lawn chair next to his good friend and rests his glass on the table in front of them.
Tonight had been another get together at his family’s house, the house his parents refused to move out of no matter how much his success has paid off for them. And the parties haven’t differed either. All of Gonzalo’s family including aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents had attended along with good friends of the family. He is well known, honoured and celebrated all over Argentina, yet Gonzalo remains humble and reserved.
Well until he has had something to drink. Then there are no guarantees.
“Okay I should go too.”
Gonzalo turns quickly, shaking his head. He gestures to the hookah before picking up the pipe. “There’s still more than half a coal left, Enzi. Stay.”
Ezequiel’s eyes widen as Gonzalo brings the pipe to his lips and inhales deeply. Seconds later he coughs and Ezequiel starts laughing.
“Cesi mixed marijuana into the coal.”
Gonzalo blows out a stream of smoke into the night air before shrugging. A lazy smile settles onto his lips. He sticks the pipe out in offering as he reaches with his other hand for his drink. “Your turn.”
Ezequiel laughs again as he puts his hands out in front of him in protest. “No no. I think I’m okay.”
Ducking his head, Gonzalo sucks the steam and marijuana into his lungs, letting it sit deep in his chest before blowing it out. “It tastes good. Like mint... Here.”
And suddenly Ezequiel finds his lips being crushed by Gonzalo’s like it’s nobody’s business. Gonzalo’s tongue pushes past his lips and he immediately finds out he isn’t lying. The taste of mint is heavier than the marijuana on Gonzalo’s tongue and Ezequiel lets himself get lost for a moment. Subconsciously he slides forward in his seat trying to get closer to Gonzalo’s insistent mouth.
Fingers curl against his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss and familiarity settles around them. The two of them have been friends for long enough for Ezequiel to know that this is how Gonzalo gets when he is intoxicated, a far cry from his shy and modest demeanour.
There’s a shout in the distance that has older man jerking out the kiss awkwardly.
“Fuck.”
“Hmmm yes.”
If they weren’t just kissing each other with such hunger outside Gonzalo’s parents’ house, Ezequiel would have laughed before taking him right there on the table. But their surroundings slowly came back into focus and Ezequiel shoves at his friend’s shoulder.
“You need to go to bed, Gonza.”
“With you.”
The drunken-happy smile on Gonzalo’s face has the corners of Ezequiel’s lips quirking before he puts a stern look on his face.
“I rather not have your dad find me fucking you thank you very much.”
Gonzalo laughs as he takes a sip of his drink. “Let’s go back to yours then.”
Ezequiel shakes his head as he pushes out of his seat and places a hand on his friend’s wrist, stopping him from drinking more when he really doesn’t need more alcohol. Deciding to take matters into his own hands and calling it a night, he slips his hand up and under Gonzalo, carefully lifting him up from the chair. Together they shuffle towards the door.
“I should I still come by tomorrow?” Ezequiel asks once he has Gonzalo half way through the door.
“Of course. Mama already told you.”
“Okay.”
Ezequiel moves in for a hug and a kiss to his cheeks but Gonzalo turns his head at the last second and reunites their lips once again. He groans when he can taste the mixture of cool mint and the musk of marijuana again before gently pushing Gonzalo away.
“Go to sleep.”
Gonzalo smiles at him before quickly stealing another kiss and finally turning away with a chuckle.
Shaking his head, Ezequiel returns back outside, wanting to clear away the smoldering coal and hookah before heading home. Upon reaching the table however the coal is no longer glowing bright orange but black and faded. The smell of ash is heavy in the air.
Ezequiel just laughs as he turns to leave.
pairing: ezequiel garay/gonzalo higuain
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: fiction
based on these photos. hookah is a waterpipe used to smoke tobacco. it's popular in south america.
also i am not sure if ezequiel actually goes by 'enzi' but i saw it somewhere. if not, please let me know.
It’s starting to quiet down now, just the occasional yell in the distance probably by partygoers stumbling along the streets and the slight rustle of the wind. The air is cool and Ezequiel pulls his jacket a little closer to his body before deciding to slide the zipper up. It’s just another summer night in Buenos Aires.
There’s a loud bang and Ezequiel looks up to see Gonzalo trotting towards him with a dopey smile in his face, a glass half full with dark liquid.
“Everyone asleep then?”
Gonzalo nods as he takes a seat in the plastic lawn chair next to his good friend and rests his glass on the table in front of them.
Tonight had been another get together at his family’s house, the house his parents refused to move out of no matter how much his success has paid off for them. And the parties haven’t differed either. All of Gonzalo’s family including aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents had attended along with good friends of the family. He is well known, honoured and celebrated all over Argentina, yet Gonzalo remains humble and reserved.
Well until he has had something to drink. Then there are no guarantees.
“Okay I should go too.”
Gonzalo turns quickly, shaking his head. He gestures to the hookah before picking up the pipe. “There’s still more than half a coal left, Enzi. Stay.”
Ezequiel’s eyes widen as Gonzalo brings the pipe to his lips and inhales deeply. Seconds later he coughs and Ezequiel starts laughing.
“Cesi mixed marijuana into the coal.”
Gonzalo blows out a stream of smoke into the night air before shrugging. A lazy smile settles onto his lips. He sticks the pipe out in offering as he reaches with his other hand for his drink. “Your turn.”
Ezequiel laughs again as he puts his hands out in front of him in protest. “No no. I think I’m okay.”
Ducking his head, Gonzalo sucks the steam and marijuana into his lungs, letting it sit deep in his chest before blowing it out. “It tastes good. Like mint... Here.”
And suddenly Ezequiel finds his lips being crushed by Gonzalo’s like it’s nobody’s business. Gonzalo’s tongue pushes past his lips and he immediately finds out he isn’t lying. The taste of mint is heavier than the marijuana on Gonzalo’s tongue and Ezequiel lets himself get lost for a moment. Subconsciously he slides forward in his seat trying to get closer to Gonzalo’s insistent mouth.
Fingers curl against his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss and familiarity settles around them. The two of them have been friends for long enough for Ezequiel to know that this is how Gonzalo gets when he is intoxicated, a far cry from his shy and modest demeanour.
There’s a shout in the distance that has older man jerking out the kiss awkwardly.
“Fuck.”
“Hmmm yes.”
If they weren’t just kissing each other with such hunger outside Gonzalo’s parents’ house, Ezequiel would have laughed before taking him right there on the table. But their surroundings slowly came back into focus and Ezequiel shoves at his friend’s shoulder.
“You need to go to bed, Gonza.”
“With you.”
The drunken-happy smile on Gonzalo’s face has the corners of Ezequiel’s lips quirking before he puts a stern look on his face.
“I rather not have your dad find me fucking you thank you very much.”
Gonzalo laughs as he takes a sip of his drink. “Let’s go back to yours then.”
Ezequiel shakes his head as he pushes out of his seat and places a hand on his friend’s wrist, stopping him from drinking more when he really doesn’t need more alcohol. Deciding to take matters into his own hands and calling it a night, he slips his hand up and under Gonzalo, carefully lifting him up from the chair. Together they shuffle towards the door.
“I should I still come by tomorrow?” Ezequiel asks once he has Gonzalo half way through the door.
“Of course. Mama already told you.”
“Okay.”
Ezequiel moves in for a hug and a kiss to his cheeks but Gonzalo turns his head at the last second and reunites their lips once again. He groans when he can taste the mixture of cool mint and the musk of marijuana again before gently pushing Gonzalo away.
“Go to sleep.”
Gonzalo smiles at him before quickly stealing another kiss and finally turning away with a chuckle.
Shaking his head, Ezequiel returns back outside, wanting to clear away the smoldering coal and hookah before heading home. Upon reaching the table however the coal is no longer glowing bright orange but black and faded. The smell of ash is heavy in the air.
Ezequiel just laughs as he turns to leave.