BRANCE + RINNEY

Brance - High

trigger warning: underage drug use. (nothing too serious)
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Bruce watched his boyfriend in complete admiration, eyes traveling down to his lips where a joint lay resting. He let his eyes focus in on the way his boyfriend inhaled and exhaled, letting the smoke form a thick cloud in front of him before sucking it back into his mouth just to breathe it out again. Bruce felt high, but he hadn't smoked anything. Vance turned his head to the side his boyfriend was on, smiling with red, hazed over eyes. "Would you like to try some, my beautiful boy?" Bruce blushed crimson at the compliment, lips upturning into a smile that he cast downwards at his feet. He nodded his head hesitantly at the question, looking back up at his boyfriend who now had the joint twirling around between his slender fingers. He slowly grabbed it from him, placing it between his lips and inhaling deeply. His lungs burned almost instantly, sending him into a coughing fit as the smoke seemed to choke him from the inside. Vance laughed next to him, taking the joint back into his grasp. "Woah there, I didn't say to hit it that hard." Bruce scoffed at that, lightly kicking his boyfriend in the ankle. His brain seemed to spin in circles, resulting in him feeling a sense of nausea as well as euphoria. Vance was taking more hits from the item between his fingers, relighting it every few minutes. Bruce looked up to the sky, smiling lopsided as he counted the stars above him.

The joint was soon put out, becoming squished in an ashtray filled with several months worth of even smaller joints and the ash that had came from them.

Bruce was still looking up at the sky when a hand poked him in the chest, signaling for him to look at the boy now in front of him. He moved his eyes towards his boyfriend, face reddening as the boy crouched in front of him with a small smile. "I think it's time to go inside baby. It's getting chilly out and you don't have a sweater." Bruce rubbed at his arms, feeling the evident goosebumps lining the surface. He stood up slowly, stretching his limbs out as he did so. Vance interlocked their hands, leading both him and his boyfriend into the house that stood behind them.
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Bruce was lightly pushed onto Vance's bed, head still dizzy from previously smoking. He was in a sitting position, eyes darting around the presumably spinning room as his boyfriend changed into pajamas in front of him. Bruce snapped out of the daze he was in when two pieces of clothing were thrown in his lap. "Go change, we can go to sleep when you're done." Bruce stood up, wobbling from side to side slightly. A hand on his waist balanced him, leading his body towards the bathroom. Bruce thanked his boyfriend, smiling at the fact that the boy remembered he didn't like to change in front of others. Vance returned to his room, laying down on his bed to wait for his boyfriend. He ended up falling asleep before then, hands curled around his blanket as a replacement for Bruce's absence.

Bruce came back 10 minutes after he left, an oversized black t-shirt hanging loosely off of him as well as a pair of navy blue basketball shorts. He quietly slid in the bed next to his boyfriend, moving the blanket away and replacing its spot. Vance smiled in his sleep, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and pulling him close. Bruce smiled as well, letting the company of the other boy lull him slowly to sleep.