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Ted liked getting high. He didn't do it too often, only really did it when he was in the company of other people, but he enjoyed it. Being high without some friends around usually felt a little pointless to him.
But he wasn't alone anymore. Meeting up with Schlatt was fun. He always enjoyed being with him, and it was really helpful to be able to see him after being apart for so long.
Schlatt was with him for long enough, though, that it only made sense for them to smoke together. They didn't have plans for every night Schlatt was there, it was raining outside, there was nothing good on tv, and Ted had some weed laying around.
The night started well. They were passing the joint around for a little bit, telling stories and laughing as they smoked and some shitty show played in the background. Ted’s mind was growing pleasantly light and fuzzy, and the sound of rain falling only made it better. It was nice. Comfortable.
Schlatt is looking at Ted. He’s just finished saying something, surely, trying to continue the conversation they were having before or start a new one. Ted isn't quite sure. He doesn't know what Schlatt said, but Schlatt is looking at him like he expects something.
Ted sighs. “I want to go outside.”
Schlatt huffs. “It's raining.”
“I know that, idiot,” Ted says, rolling his eyes. He takes the joint from Schlatt’s fingers and takes a hit. He watches the smoke as he blows it out, swirling around in the air. “I like the rain.”
“Well, I'm not going outside. I'm fine staying dry and sitting right here.”
Ted pouts overdramatically. “You're no fun.”
It wasn't that funny. Ted knows it wasn't that funny, but Schlatt is throwing his head back and laughing like it's the funniest goddamn joke he's heard in his entire life. Ted smiles and he can't help but laugh, too.
It's comfortable.
“I’m going to open a window,” Ted declares. He hands Schlatt the joint and stands up, walking over to a window. The smell of rain pours in when he opens it, and the sound of it hitting against the ground is even louder. Ted takes a deep breath. He likes it.
Ted wants to stand there forever. He could, if his legs and mind would let him. He savors a few more seconds beside the window before going back to the couch with Schlatt.
Schlatt is more laid back now, his whole body practically laying across the couch and taking up the whole thing, but Ted finds a small space to sit back down. “Y’know,” Schlatt says, stopping briefly to look at the joint, “I was thinking.”
“Oh?” Ted says. “Don't hurt yourself doing that.”
“Shut up,” Schlatt huffs, but he laughs as he says it, and Ted is laughing, too. “But, I was thinking. Would you let me blow smoke into you?”
Ted laughs. “What?”
“Like- like- weed. I'm blowing weed into your lungs or whatever.” He sits up a bit more and there's an almost adorable look on his face. “I forgot the fucking word for it, but it's- I know you know what I’m talking about, we’ve talked about it before. It's just- it's fucking-”
“Shotgunning?” Ted cuts him off.
A light turns on behind Schlatt’s eyes and he smiles. “Yes! Yeah, yeah, that one. Would you let me do that to you?”
Ted takes a deep breath. His eyes study Schlatt’s face for a moment. He looks a bit disheveled, his hands running through his hair all night. But there's no anger or revenge or anything behind his eyes, nothing other than pure joy and curiosity. And some clear signs of him being high, but that was beside the point.
He nods. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, go for it, man.” They both shift on the couch a little, then stop. “Uh, how- how do you want me?”
“Um, I don't know, maybe just-” Schlatt pauses for a moment. “Lay down on the couch, maybe?”
Ted nods. Schlatt gets off the couch, making sure Ted has enough room to lay down. Then Schlatt is climbing on top of Ted, and it's- it's so close, and all of Schlatt’s limbs are touching Ted and there's a light buzzing in Ted’s brain and-
“How about we go on the ground?” Ted suggests. His voice is quiet, gentle, because Schlatt is so goddamn close to him and he doesn't have to talk any louder.
Schlatt doesn’t move. His eyes are intent on Ted’s face and Ted stares back. There's something in the air between them, some kind of tension that Ted can feel, but he's not sure what it is. He's not sure how to break it.
Ted shifts his position and shakes Schlatt slightly. “Floor.”
Schlatt’s eyes light up a bit and he nods, scrambling off of Ted. Ted takes his time though, slowly rolling off the couch to stand up. He looks around a little, trying to find space on the floor where he won't be stuck and cramped with Schlatt on top of him. When he finds the space, he takes a deep breath and lays down. He listens to the rain outside and grounds himself.
Schlatt walks over to him, joint in hand, along with a small ashtray. He takes a quick hit before offering it to Ted, who does the same. It had been a bit too long since he'd had weed in him, he thought. He needed the lightness a little bit more.
Schlatt lays over him and this- this is better. Schlatt is still impossibly close to Ted, but it's tolerable. It's comfortable. Ted can do comfortable.
“You ready?” Schlatt asks. Ted feels fuzzy. He nods.
There are some nerves clear on Schlatt’s face as he takes a puff from the joint, then leans down close to Ted. Ted's mouth is open, eyes glazed over a little. Schlatt blows the smoke into Ted’s mouth, and Ted feels like he can feel his heart beating in his head. Schlatt’s face is so close to his, his mouth is so close, and Ted almost wants to close the distance. He doesn't.
Ted sucks in the smoke. It feels nice. His ears are ringing a little. He can't focus on the rain anymore. Not with Schlatt so close, and with the weed clouding his brain, and all of it.
They don't move. They've done it already, they've done what they set out to do, but they can't move. They're stuck.
“Can you-” Schlatt stops and licks his lips. His breathing sounds so loud that close. “Can you do it? To me?”
Ted swallows heavily. He feels like there's a lump in his throat. He nods. “Yeah. Should I- Should I stay here? Or do we wanna-?”
“Switch,” Schlatt decides. His voice is confident, much more confident than Ted’s.
Ted nods slowly. He feels- he feels heavy. He feels stuck to the ground, stuck to this moment. But then Schlatt is moving off him and is laying on the ground and- and he has to move, he has to take this chance. And suddenly he's on top of Schlatt and they're so fucking close again.
Ted’s breath is shaky. He stares into Schlatt’s eyes and they're beautiful, Ted wants to stay in this moment forever. And they do, almost. They stay there for longer than they should, Ted hovering over Schlatt, their eyes and their faces and their mouths so close. Then Schlatt shifts and hands Ted the joint. “Here.”
Ted looks at it for a few seconds before grabbing it. “Right,” he mumbles. Right. “Uh. You ready?”
Schlatt nods, and there's something so trusting in his eyes that it almost hurts Ted. So he brings the joint up to his lips and he's leaning down and Schlatt is sucking the smoke from his lips, and its- shotgunning from Schlatt had been great, but this was better. This was perfect.
Their lips are even closer this time, and maybe Ted leans down a little more to just let them brush together. Or maybe he doesn't. He's not really sure.
Schlatt shifts and something bumps against Ted’s thigh. It's- It’s a boner. Ted shakes his head and laughs. “Schlatt are you- are you hard right now?” He's leaning down and his mouth is close to Schlatt’s ear. Ted wants to bite it.
Schlatt rolls his eyes. “Like you're one to talk.” He shifts his hips again and, yeah, okay, maybe Ted is hard. His mouth falls open at the contact.
Ted takes a deep breath. He puts the joint down on the tray beside them. His hand goes down and hovers over Schlatt’s crotch, waiting. “Uh. Can I?”
Schlatt’s eyes are glazed over. He nods. Before Ted lowers his hand, he goes down and presses his lips against Schlatt’s. He greedily swallows the moan Schlatt lets out when his dick is touched.
All of it is perfect. It's comfortable. As much as Ted thought it would be horrifying and earth-shattering and life-changing, it's comfortable. The rain is pattering outside and the smell of weed and rain is thick in the air, and Schlatt is grinding into Ted’s hand, and it's comfortable.
So they keep kissing. Ted dominates the kiss, Schlatt easily giving in to the motions. It all tastes like weed, like slippery and very Schlatt-like weed, but the small smell of rain coming in through the window manages to peek through. Or maybe Ted is imagining it. He doesn't care either way.
Schlatt is grinding up into Ted’s hand, which is great because Ted isn't sure he could properly move his hand if he wanted to. He's so focused and entranced by the kiss and Schlatt’s hand against his hip and breathing, he has to breathe. Ted pulls back and they're both gasping.
“Fuck, Ted," Schlatt groans. It sounds beautiful and sounds like everything Ted has ever dreamed of.
“Uh, do- do you want any more weed?” Ted asks. He moves his hand away from Schlatt’s crotch and grabs the joint, offering it. Schlatt shakes his head and laughs but takes it anyway, so Ted takes a hit, too. He feels a bit better, a bit lighter, a bit more confident, a bit more comfortable with the weed back in his lungs.
They both take a breath. Ted listens to the rain. He breathes in the weed. Then Schlatt whines. “Could- Can you touch me again?”
And there's no way Ted could say no. Not a single bone in his body wants to say no.
So he puts the joint back down and leans down to kiss him again. He grinds down, rubbing his clothed dick against Schlatt’s thigh. And, fuck, it's a good thigh. Ted uses his free hand to rub it, squish it, inspect it. Ted doesn't know why he's never noticed Schlatt's thighs before.
Schlatt moans. “Ted, please just- please.”
Ted smiles. “I got you, sweetheart.” Ted readjusts his positioning so he’s straddling Schlatt and all of the weight is put on his knees, so both his hands are free. He uses one hand to rub at Schlatt’s groin and the other to keep holding his thigh.
Schlatt groans at the contact. “Fuck, yes, yes.” His hips buck up and his head falls back, eyes shutting.
“Yeah?” Ted says. He knows the smile on his face is cocky, but he doesn't care. The look of pure pleasure on Schlatt’s face is delicious, and he is the one that did that. Ted is the one that reduced him to that.
He leans down a little and Schlatt picks his head up, meeting him halfway. Then they’re kissing again, and it's a bit lazier this time, movements slower because Schlatt is focused on his dick, and Ted is focused on Schlatt’s goddamn thighs.
They keep going like that for a little bit, but Schlatt’s hips start moving more unpredictably and he moans more and more. Ted is happy with it, happy to feel the vibrations against his mouth.
“Ted,” Schlatt moans. He’s pulled away from the kiss, panting a bit more. “Ted, I- Ted just a little more, please-” Ted focuses a bit more on the hand by Schlatt’s dick and moves it as Schlatt’s hips buck up even more. Then there's a warm wetness around Ted’s hands, and Schlatt’s shorts are a lot more squishy.
“Did you-” Ted begins, but he sees the look on Schlatt’s face and immediately stops.
“Shut the fuck up,” Schlatt says. And- And Ted tries not to laugh, he does. He really does. He doesn't want to shame anyone, doesn't want to shame one of his best friends. “The answer is yes, okay, yes I did, but so what if I came in my pants-”
And then he can't help it. Ted starts laughing. It's not- It's not a mean laugh, it's just a light little snicker. Schlatt groans and turns away, pulling his hands up to his face. “Shut up." His voice is muffled from his hands and now Ted is laughing even more .
“It's fine,” Ted assures him. He's still laughing, still trying to catch his breath, but he doesn't want Schlatt to be mad at him. “I'm not- I’m not trying to be mean, I'm sorry, it's just-”
Schlatt sighs. “It’s fine. Just- it's fine. Are you okay? Like, you got everything together?”
Ted takes a deep breath and settles himself. “Yes,” he says. It's a bit shaky, but he's not laughing, he's really not trying to be mean. “I'm fine, Schlatt. I'm sorry for laughing.”
He sighs again. “It's fine. Can I-?” He reaches for the joint and Ted nods. They both take another hit, and Ted listens to the rain. The rain is lighter now, just a soft patter, but it's still there, it's still a good constant for him.
Ted grabs Schlatt’s thighs. “Schlatt-” He stops. Swallows. He tries not to think. He doesn't need to think. “Can I fuck your thighs?”
Schlatt’s eyes go wide. Ted’s heart stops. Fuck, what if he screwed it up, what if Schlatt hates him? He needs more weed. He should roll another joint. But he doesn't, he just reaches over and takes a quick hit, blowing the smoke up in the air. Then he looks back down at Schlatt, who looks- he looks amazed, or-or something like that.
Ted chuckles nervously. “So. Uh. About that-”
“Yes,” Schlatt cuts him off. “Yeah, uh- fucking go for it.”
And, fuck, Ted’s heart is beating so loudly and he feels like this is the best night of his life. He leans down to kiss Schlatt quickly before pulling away and undoing his pants, taking out his cock. “Okay, alright, can- should you take off your shorts?”
Schlatt nods quickly and fumbles with his shorts and boxers, pulling them down as quickly as possible. Both Ted and Schlatt are trying to undress as fast as they can, both eager for what’s about to happen.
Ted is pulling himself back on top of Schlatt, lightly stroking his dick as Schlatt adjusts himself on the floor again. “Okay,” Ted says, “so you should- uh just hold your thighs together I guess, or-or-”
Schlatt brings his hand down and wraps it around Ted’s dick, and he moans. It’s great, it's so much better than this own stupid hand, and he feels like he's on cloud fucking nine, and he knows it's about to get so much better.
Ted makes eye contact with Schlatt and they both nod, so Ted brings himself down and puts his dick between Schlatt’s thighs. And that, that is heavenly.
Ted lets his head fall, resting on Schlatt’s collarbone. He's holding onto one of Schlatt’s thighs with one of his hands and his dick is pressed between both thighs, and it feels great.
He starts moving slowly, watching as his dick slides between Schlatt’s thighs. This may be even better than fucking Schlatt, and Ted wants to leave hickeys across his thighs and lick them and bite them forever. Now he understands why Schlatt came so fast because this is fantastic.
Ted is panting into Schlatt’s neck. “Fuck, it's- it's so good, Schlatt, jesus.”
Schlatt laughs a little and rubs up and down Ted’s back. “Yeah, c’mon, Teddy,” he says. “You can come. Do it, Ted.”
Ted bites into Schlatt’s collarbone a little and squeezes his thigh more. His thighs are so squishy and surprisingly soft, and Ted feels perfect. Everything feels perfect and comfortable and his dick is sliding between Schlatt’s thighs as fast as he can.
He tries to go as long as he can. And, to Ted’s credit, he went pretty long considering his circumstances. He was having arguably the best sex of his life, dick moving between two beautiful thighs, and he didn't come immediately. That was a win in Ted’s book. The fact that he even got to fuck Schlatt’s perfect thighs was a win in his book.
“Schlatt,” Ted groans, “I’m- fuck, ‘m close.”
Schlatt hums and pulls his thighs tighter together. “You can come, Teddy. You can do it. You know you want to.”
And the pressure between Schlatt’s thighs is perfect and Ted is light and fuzzy and super fucking horny, and then he's coming between Schlatt’s thighs. They're both groaning, and Schlatt is petting Ted’s hair back a little, and it's comfortable.
Ted lets himself collapse on Schlatt and Schlatt holds him. Schlatt reaches over and puts out the joint in the ashtray, then keeps stroking Ted’s hair and back.
Eventually, they move. Ted isn't sure how long it takes for it to happen, how long they stay close together, but then they're moving and the moment is gone. Schlatt goes to clean up his thighs and they both change their clothes.
They sit on the couch together. Ted feels like he should invite Schlatt to stay the night, but Schlatt’s already staying there, he has nowhere else to go. Ted can't do any of the normal things he would do after a hookup.
He wants to kiss him again. Maybe he will. Maybe they’ll sort their shit out in the morning and Ted will be able to kiss him. Maybe next time he’ll be able to get a hand on Schlatt’s dick before he cums, maybe next time he can leave marks and hickeys, maybe next time he’ll actually be able to fuck him.
If there's a next time.
But all of that is too far in the future. Ted doesn't know what will happen. He doesn't know what Schlatt will want. But he’ll figure that out.
Ted sighs. They sit in silence for a few moments. Then Ted breaks it.
“The rain stopped.”