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23. A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
They shouldn’t do this.
Jean knows better and yet he’d snuck it in anyway. If anyone finds out, there will be hell to pay. But then again, Jean’s never minded paying Kevin’s dues. He and Kevin are… friends. And he has some sort of feelings about this idiot striker.
Said idiot striker has never smoked. Never. That’s what he said when Jean presented him with a rather badly-rolled joint he bought off a classmate. He was lucky that his partner was sick today, he had just enough time to meet with the campus weed guy before he had to get to class.
“I’ve heard that it smells. Won’t Riko be able to smell it on me when I go back to our dorm?” Kevin whispers, throwing a glance towards the door. They’re locked up in Jean’s dorm right now. His partner is currently dying of the flu somewhere else, under a doctor’s care. Jean doesn’t care much right now.
“How would he know what it smells like?” Jean says back before lighting it. He takes a drag and immediately feels a spark under his skin. But he's pretty sure that has nothing to do with weed and everything to do with the man sitting beside him.
“Do you want to try it or not?” Jean asks, holding his hand out to Kevin. His eyes are fucking huge. Stupid, fucking… Beautiful green eyes.
After a second, Kevin nods. Jean passes the joint to him and Kevin, of course, fumbles it. Nearly drops it. God's sake. If he burns a hole in Jean’s sheets… Well, at least it would be a reminder that Kevin Day was once sitting on his bed.
“You’re wasting it.” Jean says after watching Kevin stare at the joint for a good twenty seconds. Kevin jolts and looks up at him.
“...I don’t know how to do it.” Kevin admits, looking sort of sheepish. Jean never thought that was possible, Kevin looking anything but confident and perfect. He sort of likes it though. An idea pops into Jean's mind, a really stupid one that he'll blame on being high.
“I could help you," Jean says suddenly. Oh. He didn't realize he was going to say that.
“How?” Kevin asks.
Jean sort of wishes he'd never been born, but he motions for Kevin to give him back the joint and takes another drag. This one for courage. Then he looks at Kevin. “I can take a hit and give it to you.”
“Give it to me?” Kevin’s brow furrows.
“If I blow the smoke into your mouth it would work the same.”
“Into my..." Kevin's eyes get huge again. "Like… a kiss?”
“Sort of.” Jean says. Let’s not get technical. “Do you want to?”
Kevin nods. And Jean takes another hit before leaning across the bed to put his free hand on Kevin’s shoulder. He pulls him closer, tilts his head, then…
Then he’s pressing his lips to Kevin’s. He almost forgets what he’s doing, but then he exhales into Kevin’s open mouth and retreats to his side with a burning face. Fuck, he hopes it’s dark enough that Kevin doesn’t notice. Jean looks towards the floor, the wall, anywhere that is not Kevin’s face.
A minute or so passes. It’s hard to keep track. Then Kevin scoots a bit closer. “Uh, you’re wasting it.”
Jean’s eyes snap to Kevin’s face. “You want another hit?”
“No,” Kevin shakes his head. “But could we do it without the smoke?”
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