J+C: DRABBLES

☆Cigarettes☆

cw: smoking!/shotgunning (obbvvvv) and heavy kisses/makeout

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Carrington and Jake are sitting in the backyard. Jake was seated on his boyfriend's lap, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. The glow of the orange flame lingers on their faces for a moment.

Carrington watched as Jake lit the cigarette, his eyes fixated on the flame as it illuminated his boyfriend's face. He smiled softly, his arms wrapping around Jake's waist.

Jake tilts his head back, blowing the smoke up into the night sky. He's sitting on Carrington's lap, facing him.

Carrington's fingers gently traced circles on Jake's hip, his eyes never leaving his face. He couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness as he held his boyfriend close.

"Have you smoked a cigarette before? I know you smoke weed," Jake tilts his head forward.

Carrington chuckled and shook his head, "No, I haven't. I prefer weed, it's more relaxing. Plus, it doesn't smell as bad as cigarettes."

"I smell like cigarettes and peanut butter, so take that back." Jake replied, chuckling as he shifted. Reaching for the ashtray as he pulls it forward, since it was sitting on a little outdoor table beside of the lounge chair.

Carrington smirked, his grip on Jake's waist tightening slightly. "I like the way you smell, peanut butter and cigarettes included." He teased, leaning in to press a kiss to Jake's neck.

"I thought you didn't like the smell of cigarettes,you just said that." Jake laughs as he flicks his ashes. Bringing the cancer stick back to his lips as he takes a drag.

Carrington rolled his eyes playfully, "Well, I don't like the smell of cigarettes when other people smoke them. But when it's on you, it's different. It's kind of hot, actually."

Jake laughs a bit. Smoke left his lips and laughed. "Whatever, babe." He placed the cigarette back on his lips.

Carrington grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't 'whatever' me. You know you're smoking hot." He said, his hands roaming over Jake's body.

Jake shudders a bit at the feeling of Carrington's hands touching his waist, hips and lower back. He takes a drag off his cigarette, and slowly exhales it into Carrington's face, a smile rising on his face.

Carrington coughs lightly as the smoke hits his face, but he doesn't seem to mind. He grins back at Jake, his eyes narrowing playfully. "You're playing a dangerous game, babe." He says, his hands continuing to roam over Jake's body.

"Mm? I guess I'm dangerous then." Jake chuckles as he rolls his eyes. "Keep your hands on my hips babe, don't touch my ass. You're getting close." He laughs.

Carrington pouts, his hands moving back to Jake's hips. "Why can't I touch your ass? It's a nice ass." He teases, his fingers digging into Jake's skin.

Jake shakes his head, "Shut the fuck up." He couldn't help but laugh. Before he flicks the ashes into his tray. Then he takes another drag on his cigarette.

Carrington laughs along with him, his hands still firmly gripping Jake's hips. "You're so hot when you smoke." He says, a smirk on his face. "It's cute."

"Wait, so I'm hot and cute at the same time?" Jake tilted his head to the side. Like a clueless puppy.

Carrington chuckled, "Yeah, you're both hot and cute. And I love every single part of you." He said, planting a kiss on Jake's forehead.

"Hm, wanna see something cool?!" Jake beams, flapping one of his hands while the other holds the cigarette.

Carrington raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sure, show me something cool." He said, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.