Breathing In Your Dust (I Wanna Be Yours) / Greatwise

Kept

Notes: kept by movements

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Chapter Six: Kept

Smoke billowed from Gareth's lips as Will leaned back in the passenger seat, watching him with his hands tucked behind his head and his legs tucked up on the seat. Gareth passed him the joint and Will took it between his thumb and index, bringing it up to his mouth and inhaling slowly. Gareth's hand landed on Will's knee, drawing little circles there as he leaned his head back against the headrest.

"You're so pretty," Gareth said, grinning lazily as Will passed the joint back to him.

"You get sappy when you smoke," Will said, even as his cheeks darkened with a blush.

"I only speak the truth, baby," Gareth said, taking a long drag. Will sat up, leaning his elbows against the center console. Gareth looked over at him, tilting his head with a grin, smoke seeping lazily from his mouth as he leaned forward. He blew the rest of the smoke in Will's mouth before sealing their lips together. He kissed Will in that slow, methodical way he always does, like he's trying to memorize exactly how his lips taste.

"Mm, I gotta go. I can't be late for Chem again or I think Thatcher will actually put my head on a stick," Will said, pulling away to grab his backpack from the backseat.

"He'll have to go through me first," Gareth said, whining as he quickly stubbed out the joint then reaching over to wrap his arms around Will's torso.

"You have to go to Math, come on," Will chuckled. Gareth groaned, pressing a few lazy kisses to Will's neck before pulling away.

"Fine," he huffed. "I'll see you at lunch?" He asked.

"I will see you at lunch," Will grinned, leaning over to press one more kiss to Gareth's lips before getting out of the car. His converse slapped against the wet pavement as he jogged across the lot toward the main entrance. He made a quick stop at his locker to grab his textbook, thankful that he's late enough that no one was gathered around El's locker. He tucked his textbook under his arm and jogged down the halls until he got to his class, plopping down in his seat just as the bell rang. He threw a grin to Mr. Thatcher who gave him a look that said he was lucky.

"Dude, you reek of week," Lucas whispered from beside him.

"I smoked a little with Gareth before coming in," he shrugged, flipping his book open.

"Gareth?" Lucas' eyebrows furrowed.

"Emerson?" Will raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know who Gareth is," Lucas rolled his eyes. "I just wasn't aware you two hung out like that," he said.

"I ran into him at one of the lookout points last Friday and we started hanging out," will shrugged.

"Is he the one that gave you that hickey?" Lucas said with a teasing nudge, poking Will's neck. Wills cheeks blazed, his shoulders dropping the tension that Lucas' line of questioning had started to create.