Cheriimo - Gab

HIGH & DRY

getting stoned with your best friend expands into uncharted territory.

the room is hazy, thick with smoke, sunlight, and something else. something slow and syrupy, settling warm in your stomach.

the blunt sits forgotten between hamzah’s fingers, burning low, but neither of you seem to care all that much.

you’re both sunk into his bed, half sprawled against each other, shoulders touching, legs tangled.

it’s.. comfortable.

it’s always been just comfortable with him, nothing more.

hamzah exhales, lips parted, watching the last bit of smoke curl from his mouth before glancing over at you. his eyes are heavy-lidded and red-rimmed.

“y’wanna shotgun?” he murmurs, his voice slow.

if you weren’t so stoned, maybe you’d be surprised that he asked that out of nowhere.

the high that’s taken over your mind and body makes you a lot more laid-back compared to your usual self. it’s a sweet escape.

instead of any flicker of shock crossing your countenance, his question simply makes you laugh.

“you just want an excuse to put your mouth on me.” you retort with a lazy chuckle.

he grins back, completely unbothered. “and?”

you roll your eyes but still shift closer to him, close enough that you can feel the low buzz of warmth radiating off of his shirtless torso.

he takes one last slow drag, feeling the smoke swirl through his lungs on the inhale. he leans over to the nightstand and ashes out the end of the blunt while he holds in the smoke.

his eyes meet yours for a fraction of a second before he’s tilting his head closer and exhaling the gray plume right against your eager lips.

instinctively, you breathe it in, letting your mouths hover close.

closer than they probably should be, in terms of what kind of proximity best friends should stay within.

but then - he moves. just barely, but enough for his lips to ghost against yours. the small movement causes you both to realize that this isn’t typical. it’s an entirely unmapped territory in your friendship.

yet, neither of you pull away. hell, the thought of rejecting this doesn’t even cross your mind.

you exhale slowly, letting the last ribbon of smoke spill from your lips onto his. hamzah’s eyes drop to your mouth, watching it all happen.

and then he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him right back.

it’s hazy at first, slow and unharmonious, like neither of you fully realize it’s happening.

but when his hand finds your waist, and you sigh against his lips, you’re suddenly shifting onto his lap and settling yourself ontop of him without stopping to try and think it through.

hamzah groans softly, fingers pressing into your hips - but he doesn’t rush it. his mind is definitely too flooded with the effects of the weed to make any sudden movements.

he simply tilts his head, deepening the kiss, allowing you to straddle him like this is something normal happening between the two of you.

you pull back just enough to meet his reddened gaze, your breath unsteady. “s’probably a bad idea.”

he breathes out a slow, amused laugh. his hands slide up your sides, warm and easy. “probably.”

neither of you stop. again - you don’t even think about stopping.

his fingers slip under the hem of your tank top, dragging slow, lazy circles with the tips of his fingers. your head tilts back as his mouth finds your throat, open and unhurried.

“this is.. you - you’re.. definitely so fucking high,” he murmurs, lips grazing your jaw.

you smirk, tilting his chin back up so you can kiss him again. “so are you.”

“yeah,” he breathes, grinning against your lips. “and.. and you’re kind of on my dick right now.”

you nod, shifting just slightly. his grip on you tightens.

“fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before looking up at you again. his hands slide back down, settling low on your waist, holding you there while holding himself back.

he exhales. “if you don’t get off me right now, i think i might.. i don’t know - fuck something up with us.”

you blink at him. your heartbeat is slow yet somehow still pounding in your ears. your hands press against his chest, feeling the warmth of him, the rise and fall of his labored breathing.

neither of you move, not really.

except you, you think it’s a good idea to shift your weight, barely, and hamzah makes a sound - low, caught somewhere between a groan and a curse. a noise you’ve never heard from him before.

his fingers dig into your waist like he’s physically restraining himself. like he’ll do something really fucking stupid if he doesn’t hold onto you and keep you still. his head falls forward, his slightly damp forehead pressing against your shoulder.

you watch him through half-lidded eyes, the slow drag of your hips becoming constant, like it’s an instinct more than an intention. it’s your own curiosity.

you’re high, sure, but not high enough to miss the way he’s struggling with this. “you okay?” you whisper, keeping your voice low like you’ll shatter the moment if you interrupt the air.

hamzah blinks like he’s processing the question in slow motion. “i..” his voice comes out wrecked, deeper than usual, a little raspy from the smoke. he swallows hard, shaking his head. “no. no, i’m - fuck, dude.”

he’s gone already. the poor boy’s fully lost himself in you.

you have to fend off the grin that threatens to appear on your lips. “dude?”

his hands flex on your waist, his jaw tightening. “shut up.”

you shift again, slower this time, watching how he reacts. his fingers twitch like he wants to press your hips down onto him, to make you move. he’s started to grow hard underneath you, his length pressing into your pussy through layers of clothing.

“bro,” he exhales shakily, eyes screwing shut. “you - fuckin’.. stop. like, actually stop.”

you smirk, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach. “why?”

he groans, head lolling forward as his eyes snap open, dark and glassy. “because, you..” his breath stutters as you shift just right, and his hands slide up, gripping your ribs now, higher than before, like he’s fighting himself. “you’re not even doin’ anything, and i feel - shit..”

he cuts himself off with a frustrated noise, his head tipping back again, his blunt nails beginning to dig into your skin.

you dip your head downwards, pressing your mouth just under his jaw. he shudders beneath you, his fingers twitching against your skin.

“what do you feel?” you whisper against his throat.

his jaw clenches. “like.. like if you don’t stop, i’m actually gonna fucking embarrass myself.”

your stomach twists, heat swirling and coating your insides. there’s that syrupy feeling again.

hamzah never talks like this. sure, he’ll have some trouble reading out loud, but he hardly gets flustered or loses track of what he wants to say.

except - right now, he’s wrecked, undone, his head spinning from the weed, from you. you start to realize that you really, really like it.

your fingers slide up to his neck, playing with the curls at his nape. “s’that bad, huh?”

he huffs out a laugh, shaky and uneven. “worse than bad.” his hands slide back down, squeezing at your waist before exhaling sharply. “dude, please.”

you don’t move too much. maybe another shift of your weight, the barest roll of your hips, to momentarily press your clothed clit against his erection. still, even that’s enough for him to lose his bearings.

“fuckin’..” he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “dude. dude, i’m serious.”

you tilt your head, gazing at him while your nails scrape across his scalp. “about what?”

his grip on you is firm and a little desperate. “about you - about this,” he swears under his breath, his voice strained. “you’re like - grinding on me.”

you blink innocently. “am i? really?”

hamzah lifts his head, and fuck, he looks absolutely destroyed. his lips are swollen from how he’s been biting at them. “you know you are,” he mutters.

his hands twitch again, like he wants to move you for himself.

“but you like it.” you whisper back.

his jaw clenches so hard, it looks like he might crack a tooth.. “that’s the problem.”

you press your hips down onto him again, almost as if you’re testing him. his reaction is instant - his whole body shudders, his fingers are gripping you so hard it feels like it could bruise your skin.

his breath becomes lodged in his throat. “you..” he swallows thickly, trying to focus. “you gotta stop, or i swear-”

you lean in, brushing your lips over his ear. “what?” you taunt. “what do you swear?”

“shut up. i don’t know.” he grumbles in frustration, shooting you a dark look. his hands trail upwards until he’s gripping your face, tilting your head up so you’re right against his mouth. his breathing is erratic and uneven, his chest rising and falling without pattern against yours.

his fingers are warm against your jaw, his lips just inches away from yours. his dick is now unbearably hard and his whole body is tensed beneath you, like he’s hardly holding himself together.

like he’s waiting for you to finish what you started.

you inhale slowly, resting a gentle hand on top of his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding under your fingertips. “hamzah, i-”

and then - three quick knocks at his bedroom door.

you both jump like you just got caught doing something illegal. hamzah flinches so hard he almost knocks you off his lap, his hands immediately dropping from your face like he wasn’t just about to kiss you ‘till your lips got all red and swollen.

“bro,” a voice, one which you quickly recognize as martin’s, is heard through the door. when did he even get here? “we gotta go to the office. cory’s waiting in the car.”

silence hangs heavy in the smoke-filled air, the soft rays of sun pouring through the window suddenly feeling like a spotlight beating down on you - exposing you.

hamzah stares at you, breathing hard, pupils blown, mouth still so close to yours. his hands hover just above your skin, like he doesn’t know what to do with them anymore.

“uh.” he clears his throat, voice cracking. he swallows hard, blinking like he’s still catching up to what just happened. “um - yeah, just.. just give me a sec.”

hamzah’s bedroom is deathly quiet. you’re both still frozen, your fuzzy brains not quite catching up with what’s actually going on right now.

you simply sit and stare at each other, red and glossy eyes meeting each other, your hearts pounding in sync.

then - the door swings open. “dude, hurry the fu-”

you throw yourself off of hamzah like you just touched a hot stove, nearly falling off the bed in the process. hamzah flinches so hard he hits the back of his head on the headboard.

martin stops. he stares, blinking a few times.

“…oh.” he sniffs the air. “were you guys smoking? or, like.. fucking?”

hamzah chokes on his own breath, his cheeks burning up. “bro - what the hell, man?”

martin just shrugs, unbothered. “what? s’what it looks like to me.” he grins, greeting you with a casual wave.

you press a hand over your mouth to hide your laugh. hamzah looks murderous.

he shoves himself off the bed, running a hand through his already-messy hair. martin backs away down the hall, his laughter echoing.

hamzah flips him off behind his back before grabbing his lighter off the nightstand and heading for the door. he pauses when he reaches it, glancing back at you. your eyes drop to the painful-looking bulge that resides in his sweatpants.

he points at you, narrowing his eyes. “not a single fucking word.”

you frown, tilting your head. “damn. not even a ‘thank you’?”

hamzah groans loudly before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

a/n: get edged lol #bringbackdryhumping

xoxo giulia

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cheriimo

6 years ago

when he said “fuck” i felt that

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cheriimo

6 years ago