Page 47 of Bad Boy
“Don’t worry, Preppy. I was practically a parkour champ back in Detroit.” Okay, that may be an exaggeration. But I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to run and hide in the streets—to climb, jump,evade. Too many times to count, really.
“It’s at least a hundred-foot drop, and you're drunk. And about to be high. Can you just sit back down, please?” He starts to bite his nail nervously, and I realize I’m causing him anxiety. That’s the last thing I’d want to do. I hop down and sit back in my seat.
“No worries, Preppy.”
Lincoln leans back in relief, and I slip the blunt from behind my ear and place it between my lips. I duck my head, cupping my hand against the wind as I light the end. I take short little puffs, stoking the cherry to life.
“Skunky,” Linc says, wrinkling his nose, and I burst out laughing.
“That means it’s the good stuff, Preppy.”
Once the blunt is burning to my satisfaction, I lean back and inhale deeply, holding it in. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the forest, letting the weed do its job and relax me further, melting my worries away.
Before I pass it to Linc, I make sure he knows what to do. “Just take one small hit and blow it out. Don’t hold it in like I did. I don’t want you to cough. You might still, but just go easy. You can have a bigger hit the second time if you want.”
He nods a few times and takes the blunt from my fingers. He stares at it blankly for a second before putting it to his lips and inhaling softly, blowing the small puff of smoke out right away. A few little coughs escape him, but nothing too bad. He takes another hit, this time longer, and holds it for a few seconds before blowing out a larger cloud of smoke.
Linc turns his head, coughing roughly into his elbow as he sticks his arm out, handing the blunt back to me.
I chuckle and take it from his grasp. He’s gonna be so fucked after that. We should probably head to bed soon.
Without taking my eyes off Linc, I take another slow pull. When he’s finally done coughing, he slouches back in his seat with his eyes closed, chest heaving.
“You okay over there, dude?” I can’t help but smile at the dazed look in his bloodshot eyes when he finally turns and stares back at me.
“M’fucked,” he mumbles in an uncharacteristically husky tone.
I choke on the hit I’m holding until I’m coughing as hard as he was. When I finally compose myself, I put the blunt out in the glass ashtray that was out here.
“You just said fuck,” I tell him in a scratchy voice.
“Huh?” he asks, lids going half-mast, looking pretty fucked out of his head. And everything’s hitting me all at once, too.
“Nevermind,” I rasp.
I stagger to my feet and grab Linc’s forearm, pulling him up. He wobbles slightly, and I sling an arm around his shoulder.
We both need to chug some water, but other than that, I’m ready to pass the fuck out.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
REMI
Not having drunk enough for a hangover, I wake toasty and comfortable, cuddled under a thick, homemade quilt and a firm body.
My brain stalls, doing a double-take at that thought. There’s a warm, hard body on top of me, with an even harder appendage digging into my morning wood.
Linc.
I crack one eye open and peek under the covers. At least we both have our underwear on. And socks. We have those, too. But that’s it. We must have gotten hot in the middle of the night.
I squint at the old, weathered-wood clock on the wall. It’s eight thirty, and the rest of the class isn’t due until ten. We have plenty of time to get up and ready.
Linc’s out cold, snoring slightly, face tucked into the crook of my neck. Each exhale tickles my skin, causing my already hard dick to twitch against his. He’s only an inch or two shorter than my six feet, but his trim body is so much leaner than mine. I wrap my arms around him while he continues to sleep. My nose burrows into his soft hair, inhaling his fresh, citrus scent that still lingers despite the blunt we smoked last night.
He doesn’t move, so I trail a feather-soft touch down his spine and up again.
He finally stirs, wiggling against me, rubbing our cocks together. Only the thin cotton of our underwear separates us.
