Adrian Likes Julius

XI

Adrian laid across the bleachers in park with a blunt between his fingers, sweating underneath his light coat due to the heat that was spreading through his body after a couple swigs of the whiskey in his flask.

Niggas were really crazy. To drag him out of his house on a cold Tuesday evening so he could lay there and watch them play a game of two on two with a couple dudes from the gym was excessive as fuck.

Thank God Julius was available to keep him company because there was no way in hell that he was playing with them. Well, he assumed Julius was going to keep him company but the boy was having a ball snapping pics as the boys dribbled around in the cold without shirts.

Adrian glanced over at him, rolling his eyes. He was too out of it to actually try and say something to him.

The mixed male grinned over at him, putting his camera down for a second.

"It's cold as fuck, bro." He commented, rubbing his hands together.

"NIGGA, THAT WAS A FUCKING TRAVEL!!" Adrian was sure that the surrounding neighborhood could hear Jesus yelling at the boy who probably didn't travel.

Julius chuckled, scooting closer. "They're wilding..." He leaned over him, wiggling the blunt out of his death grip.

"I got like four more." Adrian managed to say. "Left pocket."

He laid there limp, waiting for Julius to take a pull. "Nah I wanted the one you put your mouth on so it can fuel my imagination."

"Dick.." He greedily sucked on his blunt as soon as it was placed in his hand.

Julius wiggled his eyebrows, scooting over to the point that he was between Adrian's spread legs, his thigh mere centimeters away from pressing against his penis.

He reached into the pocket that Adrian directed him to, taking his time to pull a joint out of his sweatpants. He backed away, leaving Adrian more confused than he already was.

"What just happened?" He questioned, looking over at his friends playing ball to see if any of them caught that.

The mixed male winked, sparking it up with a lighter from his pocket.

He took a very long pull before lifting his camera up from the side of him and taking a picture of Adrian.

"You look like shit." He muttered, the joint hanging from the side of his mouth. He put the camera back down, continuing to smoke.

Adrian chuckled, trying not to nod off. He forced himself to sit up but only because he didn't want his cause of death to be choking on whiskey while sitting on worn bleachers at 7 in the evening on a cold fall day surrounded by dumbasses.

He unzipped his coat and unscrewed his flask before shoving his free hand down his sweats for warmth.

"Take some." He nodded towards the whiskey, finished off the rest of the little blunt in two pulls and shoving the roach in his pocket for when he has tweezers available to finish it off.

Julius grinned. "Oh man, you love being off the shits."

"Ain't no better waaaaay." He laughed hard at his own joke, repeating it only to laugh harder.

"Don't smoke all the shit!" Chris yelled towards him, pausing the game.

Adrian shot him a thumbs up, sending a goofy grin over to Julius, who was staring back at the court.

The boy took a couple more pulls before putting it out, still silently staring at the other boys. He then took a huge gulp, dying before Adrian's eyes due to how strong it was.