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Ryan pulls away, his and Brendon’s faces still pressed close together,
“I can taste the cigarettes on your breath brendon, its fuckin’ gross”
The younger man shrugs, “you’ve never had a problem with it before”, leaning back in to kiss him, reaching for Ryan’s jeans to undo the top button but the boy is keeping him at a distance by a hand on his chest.
“Seriously, it's a disgusting habit, you should stop. Smoking’s for like, lowlifes”
“Whatever man” Brendon chuckles while he steps back, giving what Ryan thinks is a patronising look, eyebrows slightly furrowed and the corner of his mouth lifted upward in a smirk.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling a cigarette out of a 20-pack of camel reds and places it up to his lips. Shuffling around his pockets as he puts the pack back and replaces it with a lighter, holding the flame up to the end of the cigarette and cupping his other hand over it so the breeze can’t reach.
“Don’t fucking do that around me B, I don’t wanna catch your secondhand cancer”
It’s impolite, he thought, that Brendon would blatantly disregard his complaints and disdain for it. He nudges brendon out the way, pissed off and shoulder bumping against him as he attempts to walk back into the club and leave him there to debase his lungs and wither away.
Before he could get far, Brendon wraps his free hand around his waist, pulling Ryan back in.
“You think I’m filthy for doing this?” taking a drag of his cigarette, Ryan watching as his lips pucker around the filter, his chest rising with the inhale of smoke.
“Dude let go of me, im not in the mood anymore” Ryan voiced while reaching behind him in an attempt to free himself from Brendon’s grip. The other ignores his antics, exhaling a thick, grey cloud in Ryan’s face.
“Do you think this is dirty, Ry? You think that I’m ruining myself? Or do you just hate that this turns you on?”
The focus of his eyes shifting down, signalling at the bulge in Ryan’s jeans. His breath hitches as Brendon steps closer to push his thigh between Ryan’s legs, taking another drag of his cigarette and leaning in, both bodies now pressed against each other, the rough feeling of denim on denim against Ryan’s aching erection as he unconsciously bucks his hips up in search for more friction.
Their lips meet, Ryan’s not sure how he let himself go along with this so easily. Brendon immediately bites down and pulls at Ryan’s bottom lip, deepening the kiss as the boy opens his mouth wider to Brendon’s command. He exhales the smoke he had been holding, allowing for the taste of tobacco to mix with their saliva and coat the inside of Ryan’s mouth with the earthy, bitter flavour and Ryan is too desperate to keep this going than to follow his urge to pull away.
Brendon’s free hand travels up Ryan’s waist, feeling his body heat radiating through his shirt, gripping at the fabric to pull him closer, feeling the boy’s thin frame against his. His hand reaches further up, holding Ryan’s head in place by a firm grip on the nape of his neck where his fingers were buried in between hair and skin.
He didn’t understand why Ryan could go out drinking till he felt nauseous enough to go home but smoking made him impure, he couldn’t taint his body with the sordid sensation of smoke filled lungs, no, he was all too righteous for such degenerate behaviour. But he’s here, in a dingy alley at the back of a club, between Brendon’s legs and practically begging to be touched, his body is just as filthy as his mind.
Brendon slowly pulls away, breaking the string of spit which connected them, lifting the now half-burned cigarette to his mouth. Ryan watched as the end of the filter disappeared in between his lips, watching him suck in a long, slow drag. Admiring the way his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes pointed down to observe the embers burn the paper as they sink lower towards the filter. It strangely made Brendon look more masculine, more rugged, there was a careless sort of power in the way he let go of the cigarette between his index and middle finger while he inhaled. He imagined the way Brendon’s lungs filled with the grey smoke, the way it relaxed his posture while he did it, the way he didn’t care how bad it was for him.
Brendon’s hand shifted around Ryan’s neck, thumb resting on his lower lip, softly pulling it down so his mouth hung open. The younger man leaned back in, the tips of their noses barely brushing against each other while he exhaled thick, warm smoke against Ryan’s lips.
“Suck it in, Ry, there you go”
Brendon gently caressed his cheek as the boy hesitantly took in a shallow breath, watching the cloud disappear as a faint spiciness hit the back of his throat.
The other’s lips now pressing soft kisses into the crook of Ryan’s neck, hand letting go of the boy’s face to cup the straining bulge in his pants - Ryan’s breath hitching as he feels the zipper of his jeans get tugged down, Brendon’s fingertips curled around the hem of his underwear, teasing the boy ever so slightly.
“Can you at least hurry up, I don’t want people wondering why we’ve been gone for so long”
Brendon only snickers in response, “you could’ve just told me you’re desperate for it”
He tugs Ryan’s boxers down by the elastic, letting his dick rest flat against his stomach, flushed in a pink blush and aching for attention - Brendon’s thumb pressing and sliding against Ryan’s slit before stroking down to coat the rest of his length in precum, the occasional breeze making the wetness feel cold against his skin.
Ryan was sure he could taste blood from how hard he was biting down on his lip in order to still the movement of his hips.
Brendon’s kisses wandered up from his neck, back to his lips, exchanging salvia in a sloppy ritual of clashing tongues and teeth. Ryan’s hands shifted from Brendon’s hips to his shoulders, pulling him in to deepen the kiss, desperate and messy and uncoordinated.
All of a sudden he was no longer disgusted by the bitter taste of tobacco left in Brendon’s mouth, instead, shamefully craving it and wanting more. Maybe it was the lustful haze he was in, but it made him feel dirty and the thrill he got from it went straight to his dick.
The cigarette between Brendon’s fingers had burned all the way down, only leaving the filter and a faint red ember resting above it. He let it fall to the ground, not bothering to stomp out the flame as what surrounded them was only cement and brick. He reached into his back pocket where the pack was poking out at the top, skilfully opening it to take out another while maintaining his rhythm on Ryan’s dick, feeling it get more slick as precum drips down.
He pulls away from the kiss to rest the cigarette between his lips, the end of the filter growing damp from Ryan’s spit around his mouth. The boy can’t do anything but stare at him with droopy eyes, lost in a blissful sensation of pleasure as Brendon lifts the lighter up to the end of the cigarette - this time Ryan’s hand appears to cup the flame and protect it from the breeze.
Brendon takes a drag and both watch as the ember sinks down the paper, watching as he exhales smoke into the air, the faint glow of street lamps illuminating the swirling pattern of the grey cloud.
He takes the cigarette from his mouth and inches it towards Ryan, the boy hesitantly leaning in to wrap his soft, pliant lips around the filter, taking a long, harsh drag, his head immediately jolting back as the smoke hit the back of his throat causing him to cough and feel as if he had been suffocated.
Brendon utters a faint laugh, “c’mon baby, I wanna see you try again. I promise it gets better the more you’re used to it.”
He was caught between the agonising sensation of both pleasure and pain, the way he could feel himself getting close from Brendon’s touch and the way his throat burned with every breath he took. Ryan reluctantly leaned back in to suck on the filter between Brendon’s fingers in an attempt to make him proud, he didn’t want Brendon thinking he was some pussy.
The second for which he inhaled the smoke felt long and dragged out, his lungs felt thick and dirtied. He pulled off, taking in another small breath before exhaling, fighting against the urge to cough again to show Brendon he could do it.
The younger man watched as the grey haze curled around Ryan’s top lip before fading and dispersing into the night, noticing how Ryan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his grip on Brendon’s shoulders tightened to steady himself.
Ryan could feel the buzz of nicotine hit him, his head felt light and warm and the world was spinning. There was a subtle nauseous feeling buried in his stomach that he pushed to the back of his mind, the way Brendon’s grip tightened on every upstroke made him forget about the taste of burning wood in his mouth and the scratchiness in the back of his throat with all the tender, quiet moans he let out.
“Fuck-fuck Bren im close”
His hips stuttered in Brendon’s grip, releasing thick, white streaks across the surface of his hand, the pit in his stomach fading away and the rush now cooling down.
As Ryan reached to pull his underwear up Brendon wiped off his hand on the boy’s lower abdomen, softly giggling to himself.
“Ew dude, gross. I have to spend the rest of the night like this now” Pulling a disgusted looking face at the man in front of him while he hides the smudges of cum behind the fabric of his boxers and zipping his jeans back up.
Brendon lifts his hand up to wipe the sweat off Ryan’s forehead and flashes him a tender smile before taking another drag of the cigarette.
“Let me finish this and I’ll meet you back inside”