5sos & 1d Smut

Michael: High For This

Warning: story includes "drugs" - weed

"do you have it?" I asked Michael, letting him into the empty house. He scanned my barely covered body, only in a pair of shorts and a flimsy tank and nodded, giving me a cheeky wink.

"you know it baby" he grinned, holding up the small zip lock bag full of Mary Jane. I let out a cheer and walked to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of whiskey my parents think I don't know about.

"you would have to be the best-est best friend in existence" I exclaimed, pressing a sloppy kiss to Michael's cheek before leading him to the living room.

"that's just because I'm your dealer" he pointed out, flopping down on the couch next to me. I gave him a toothy grin and responded with a 'true'. "Grown Ups?" he asked, flicking his head to the TV.

"you know it" I replied, pressing play on the movie. I opened the bottle of whiskey and took a swig of it before passing it to Michael who did the same. We did this a few times before I decided it was time for the hard stuff. "Mary Jane?" I asked, holding my hand out and facing him cross-legged.

He chuckled and nodded, turning to face me before opening the ziplock bag and pulling out a pre rolled bud. He passed it to me and I placed it between my lips, watching as he pulled out a lighter from his classic denim jacket. I keep telling him to throw that ratty thing away since it's covered in holes but he refuses, says it's 'part of him'.

I leaned in so my face was close to his and waited as he flicked the flame on, lighting the tip of the bud. I sent him a smile and leaned back on the arm of the couch, breathing in the delicious taste of weed and blowing it back out through my nose.

"dude that was awesome" Michael exclaimed, lighting up his own bud and looking at me in wonder.

"you've got cooler tricks than I do, after all you are the pothead" I teased making him laugh, smoke filling the air. I felt the effects pretty quick, I'm definitely not a lightweight but weed just makes me feel great straight away, that's what I love about it.

"aint that the truth" he chuckled, blowing out the smoke to make little ringlets in the air. I squealed in excitement at the trick making him laugh, already sounding high as a kite. "you sound fucked" he chuckled. I laughed and tilted my head back, my body feeling light as a feather.

"I am fucked" I agreed, reaching for the bottle of whiskey on the table and taking big gulps of it, the burning in my throat being overthrown by the Mary Jane in my system. We went back to watching the movie, my body feeling more and more drifted and high.

I attempted to blow out the smoke in halos like Michael did and succeeded making me cheer to myself. He scanned my face then drifted down, eyeing the huge amount of cleavage spilling from my tank top. "wanna see another trick?" he asked and I nodded. "come 'ere" he urged, motioning me over with one finger.

I crawled over to him and laid between his parted legs, looking up at him in wonder. He sucked in a long breath then pulled my face closer to his by my chin, our noses brushing together. I parted my lips and felt him blow the smoke from his mouth into mine. I let out a little moan at his motion, flickering my eyes down to his lips.

There's no doubt that Michael is hot as fuck and even though that ratty jacket of his is at the end of it's life he looks like a god in it. I can't help but think about that jacket on the floor, along with all our clothes and his lips all over me, his hands gripping my hips tight.

Maybe it's the weed talking but even though this could change our friendship forever I want his lips on mine too much to even care. He looked down at my lips before making eye contact with me and finally he pressed his lips against mine. He tasted like weed and whiskey, not the best combination but on him it tasted like heaven.