trash star - punznap

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he can already hear music from the other side of the bathroom door when he gets close. glass splinters crackle under his shoes, and a bird that's built its nest on a roof beam tweets at him.

the handle is so loose that he barely even has to pull it down to enter. he should bring tools to fix that some day, because it's his little domain after all, and no one else is gonna do it. he wouldn't want the place to fall apart more than it already has.

the door's creak is almost comforting, and so is the click when it shuts behind him. but then the smell of pink bubblegum makes his heart skip a beat, and in an instant he straightens his back and clears his throat.

he finds luke at his usual spot on the windowsill, flinging a water bottle around. he smirks upon seeing the short boy approach. it's that classic asshole smirk, full of confidence and superiority.

"you look like you need to shit," nick mocks, "and turn down the music, i could literally hear it from outside."

"you're paranoid," luke chuckles, "no one's gonna come out here."

"just wait 'til some edgy freshman goth girls find this place and it starts to reek of cigarettes on the daily."

blondie rolls his eyes, sliding down onto the floor. nick doesn't feel like arguing more, so he gets the pre rolled joint from his pocket and hands it to him to let him light it.

"thank you.." he mumbles absentmindedly, dragging out the u.

nick watches him flick his lighter until it creates a steady flame. he lets the end burn for a while, then sticks it in his mouth for a long first hit. the thick white smoke is magical as it rises towards the ceiling.

"put something on," luke mumbles, slipping his phone out of his back pocket.

nick doesn't have to think for long once he's opened spotify. he taps the search bar and types in chucky cheese.

"this song?" luke laughs, "you're goofy."

"you're fucking goofy, this song slaps bro."

he paces over to the sinks while luke shrugs, taking another hit.

"your music taste is shit anyway, who the fuck listens to fall out boy nowadays?"

"we literally have the same taste, dude."

"okay?" nick scoffs, "at least i don't listen to fall out boy."

luke flips him off before approaching him where he stands, casually leaned against chipping white porcelain. at six feet the blond boy is almost towering over him, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"here," luke declares, patting the 'seat' behind him, "sit."

"what? no?"

before nick can even react he's lifted off of the ground and placed on top of one of the sinks. luke holds him in place by his waist.

"it wasn't a choice, pretty boy."

the joint is slid in between his lips to make him shut up. he furrows his eyebrows as he takes a hit, perplexed by luke's actions.

the herbal taste fills his mouth, takes over his lungs. he lets himself relax, choosing to trust luke in keeping him still.

he barely has time to exhale before he receives a big smooch. it catches him off guard, makes his cheeks redden with embarrassment. he's not a baby, yet luke will treat him like one whenever he gets the chance to.

hands move from his waist to his hips and down to his thighs where they stay for a bit. they rub them, knead them, craving a reaction. but nick refuses to give them that.

"mandatory shotgun," luke demands.

he steps closer, so close that he's standing in between nick's legs, pressed up against his body. their faces are mere inches apart, inches that are clouded by white fog.

"of course you want that," nick mutters.

"mhm, it's a rule."

fingers run across his neck, the back of his head, and then luke takes a big hit. nick is mesmerized by the way his lips curl up a little, how his eyes narrow before shutting. and when he gets to tug on silky blond strands of hair it feels like everything is brighter, like the world has turned into a better place.

he parts his own lips, leaning in to capture the smoke. hot breaths and fleeting emotions exchange. he's swerving between thoughts, dodging foreign feelings.

when they kiss this time it's just a little more powerful, just a little more intoxicating. hands burn prints into his body, char his stomach and his chest as they go.

luke is quick, straight to the point. his tongue is dripping with venom, putting a spell on nick who can only follow along like a helpless puppy. it's needy but passionate, more so than either of them would ever admit.

nick rests his forearms on luke's shoulders, drawing him in even further. he wants more. he does. he wants his warm body closer, as if that's even possible.

they make out amidst joint hits and laughs until they've smoked it all up. nick can't feel the sink under him anymore, instead it's like a cloud, totally weightless.

he's weightless too, so heavy but so light at the same time. luke's eyes are icy cold yet he's feeling warmer than before, like he's wrapped up in a cozy blanket.

every touch is like feathers against his skin, feathers that tickle his neck, that ghost over his crotch. it's so good that he moans, just softly, because he doesn't give a fuck anymore. his eyes close and he moans.

"pretty boy.." luke mumbles against the crook of his neck. then he kisses it again, and again, and again.

greedy hands slide down lower, fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans. he lets them. he lets them take control and do as they please. shivers rush through him at even the lightest touch.

"is this what you've been waiting for all day? is this what you've been sitting in class longing for? i bet it is."

nick neither confirms nor denies it. he can't decipher a single thought that's spinning around inside his mind. he knows of luke and only luke, dominating his vision and his conscience.

"such a needy little bitch," the boy chuckles, biting at sensitive skin, "coming here every day just so i can get you off."

he wraps a hand around nick's shaft, slowly teasing his slit with his thumb. it's already wet with clear pre cum. he smears it and makes fun of him for dripping like a girl.

normally nick would retaliate, shove him away and complain, but he's too lost in the pleasure. it comes creeping from within. it creeps up his stomach and his chest all the way up to his head where it takes over.

the world moves so slow that it might just be in reverse; he can't really tell. luke's words don't make sense anymore, they're only consisting of deep mumbles and echoing laughs.

he lets himself succumb to all the sensations, the familiar and unfamiliar ones alike. luke is good at setting traps, way too good at it.

nick has been lured into yet another one, but this time - instead of fighting against it - he embraces it.

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