"𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊" : 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

"fast times at clairemont high" by pierce the veil (erlingxalex) [au]

author's note

i don't exactly ship erling and alex, i love hannah, but i wrote this for the aesthetic. by the way, my update schedule for this book is going to be monday, wednesday, and friday. if you have any suggestions, leave 'em below or dm me, they'll be much appreciated.

"it's not that bad," erling drawls, a blunt between his two left forefingers. i glance from it to his honey-sweet smile, something i've missed so much while he was gone. but the high-induced nagging, i could do without. "come on, just give it one try." i sigh, refocusing my eyes back on the ceiling of his room, and let my fingers soothingly pull at his hair.

"no thanks, love." the boy grumbles, bringing the drug back to his lips to take another hit. erling's room is cold and dark, white comforters are the only thing keeping us warm. i shudder deeply at the heat radiating off my partner.

"you're no fun, al," he mutters, butting out the roach in the ash tray on his bedside table by reaching over me. the air is thick with the heavily familiar smell of chamomile tea and weed. he climbs and sits on my hips, looking down with hooded eyes. "are you staying the night?" he whispers, hands running my chest and pushing up my shirt. his skin isn't tanned but it's pigmented enough to contrast with the utter paleness of mine. i take shaky breathes against his lips.

"should i, you reckon?" erling closes the space between us, somehow i can taste cinnamon. all i can smell is his cologne, arching my back off the bed. goosebumps rise wherever he goes, the air feels more and more heated. "'s been so long since us two 've spent good alone time t'gether."

"i really think you should." erling pants when he pulls away.

"maybe i should, 'm sure george wouldn't mind if-if i did. 'm sure he'd rather appreciate if y'shagged me rotten here 'nd not back 't the flat." his body is pressed against mine and his elbows prop him up on either side of my head. i reach up to reconnect our lips, he hums in satisfaction. "how-how far are we actually going?" i whisper but my question is answered when he starts trailing down my neck. our breaths are laboured, gasping out when we grind against each other in search of much needed friction. months of cold sheets and vodka quickly turn into wrist flicks, hair pulling, and breathy warnings. "'ve missed yo-'ve missed you so mu-fuck, erling!" i bury my face in his neck with a strained whimper. my nails dig into his back, raking and drawing a low hiss from the man between my legs.

"i've missed you more." he pulls my face to his. "so much more," he growls, "i don't know how i fucking survived without you squirming for me." i close my eyes and just let him handle me however he wants. i cover my blushing cheeks with a hand, adam's apple bobbing as i swallow a throaty moan. in a flash of white and eyes rolled back, my muscles untense and he sighs, dropping tired with his head layed in the middle of my chest. i run fingers through his hair, reaching over for tissue to clean us both up. his breathing slowly becomes deeper. erling interlocks out fingers sleepily. "please don't leave." i hum and tug the blanket to cover his exposed shoulders. 

"'m not planning on it anytime soon." i chuckle softly, eyes eventually closing.

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