Alex and Callum headed back up the elevator of their four-story apartment building, both incredibly drunk and giggling at various dumb jokes they batted back and forth. It was that kind of mood.
They'd spent the night puddle-jumping around neighborhood dives that were all doing big celebrations and green beer festivities for St. Patrick's Day.
For two guys in college, St. Patrick's Day was the kind of day you lived for. They'd both had a couple of near misses as far as bringing ladies back to the apartment went, but that was okay. The more they drank, the more the night became a giant adventure of barhopping, bonding, pool, shuffleboard, shots, green beer, and great times between long-time best friends.
When they stumbled back into the apartment the booze energy was still flowing through both of them. They grabbed a six pack from the fridge and headed to their living room couch where many a video game and fantasy league had been agonized over.
Callum reached into the ottoman drawer and grabbed a can where they kept their pre-rolls. The boys cracked open a lager, lit up a joint, and quickly melted into the relaxation of a long weekend where they could turn their school stresses off and just get fucked up.
"Happy fucking St. Paddy's day, dude." Alex declared as they clinked their bottles together. The strong-jawed brunette nodded his hair which was coifed in a sort of military college, goody-two-shoes, but it worked for him. Callum was a bit more on the shaggy surfer side, with more of a left-to-its-own-devices blond mess of a thing. They were Abercrombie and Pac Sun in comparison. Both guys were good looking and it was actually a rare occasion where at least one of them didn't bring some sexy girl home for some consensual all-nighters.
As the weed slowly seeped in and settled with the mix of their sixth and then sevenths drinks, they were firmly cross-faded in a way that neither of them could even begin to admit.
"Dude I feel my body vibrating." Callum, fell further back into the couch. They were sitting together and their bodies had just sort of naturally gotten closer as they sunk into the stereotypically old couch passed down from such-and-such family member.
"Seriously, this weed is fucking STRONG. Is this a new strain or something?" Alex asked, also feeling like his body was melting into the couch at this point. Their point of gravity was relaxed, giggly, and Dead Sea low.
"Yeah, I bought it last week. This one is supposed to be really good for sex they said and I figured we'd have some girls back here tonight. . .Oh well!" They both cracked up laughing. They were so stoned that the room was heavy. Their bodies could definitely feel the physical comfort of this strain. Nothing hurt. Everything felt easy. They were definitely finding a new sort of energy.
"Hey, dude," Alex said suddenly, "this weed is fucking incredible. I am really fucking horny right now. Your dealer was definitely correct on the description. Can you imagine fucking a sexy girl on this? Her ass just bouncing back onto your cock?" Alex reached his hands out and made the shape of a beautiful ass even as he took another swig of his beer.
Callum looked over at his friend. He was really relaxed and happy in that moment. "Dude, that sounds incredible. I'm definitely stoned like. . .me too. . .me too!" Callum's words came out clumsily. "It's really fucking good." He gulped a little nervously now. "I know this is gonna sound crazy but, do you maybe wanna watch some porn with me?"
Alex looked at his friend with surprise. That was definitely a little bit more intimate than anything they'd ever done before. They'd walk around the apartment naked but that was mostly to troll each other as a joke, and both of them had walked into the apartment while the other was having sex on the couch. So it wasn't so weird to think they might be totally fine watching porn together.
