#highway 2002

you just rolled your eyes, your knee knocking against his. “go.”

“what’s the prettiest thing in this whoooole busted apartment?”

you exhaled slowly, stealing another hit, listening to the box fan rattle. “‘s it that noisy ass fan?”

“wrong. errrrr." that awful buzzer noise. "perfect score anyway. beep." pilot smiled, softer now. the corners of his mouth kicked up all cute. “it's you.”

then, he leaned in, kissing the space between your eyebrows with all the tenderness he never showed anyone else.

“gold star.”

the rare lack of irony in his voice made your heart stutter.

the awestruck look on his face didn't help.

pilot had the worst poker face in existence—always did, always would. he stared at you like that when you were hunched over a bowl of cereal, glass cradled in your palms. when you were counting change at the cash register, half asleep. all the time. like you were the 8th wonder of the world, and he'd just discovered you.

half the time, he didn’t even realize he was staring.

you shoved his shoulder. “you're higher than a kite.”

“higher than a pilot, you think?" he laughed, hyena-like, before relaxing back against the wall. “high on your trick ass. 'n… some other stuff. but mostly you. who needs disneyland when i got you?”

"shut up, pi," you murmured, not unkindly.

he always got embarrassed when you told him the things he prattled on about when you were high.

you took the joint, nudging it back to the edge of pilot’s mouth.

giving each other hits was sort of a tradition the two of you had. you didn’t know why. you didn’t even remember when you started.

it just felt right. warm, like soothed dogs. warm like his hands. warm like him.

the room grew thick as you drifted higher. the air was heavy with smoke and marijuana, hot as hell. sweat gathered at the base of your spine, and you wished you could peel your clothes off and bake in it.

when you looked down, you found pilot's hand splayed on your thigh. you didn’t know exactly when it got there. his thumb was drawing lazy circles like he needed contact or his head would float right off his shoulders.

“eyes up here,” you teased.

“i am,” he said, not moving his hand. “multitasking.”

you pressed your forehead to his, forcing his glassy gaze to settle back on yours. “you're dumb."

“certified,” he hummed, eyes going heavy-lidded. “got the diploma and ev’rything.”

you sat like that for a while, looking dopey into each other’s eyes, slowly getting closer, breathing with open mouths.

he smelled like chlorine and root beer dum-dums.

you suddenly squinted one eye shut, draping your arms over his shoulders. you were so close to him your vision started to unfocus—making his eyes sort of merge.

“cyclops.”

“hot,” he deadpanned, but his breath hitched anyway. like it just dawned on him how close you were.

“hey.”

“mmm?”

“you’re pretty, too.”

that stopped his brain for a second. fried all his circuits.

full system reboot.

you watched his mouth open, close, open again.

his fingers tightened on your thigh, and if you didn’t have jeans on, you would have felt the clamminess in his palms.

pilot shuddered, swallowing hard.

"oh," he breathed, eyes glittering like he was about to confess something life ruining.

before he could say anything, you kissed him. only once, testing the waters. it was barely even a peck.

but fuck. the sound that came out of him was half-choked, a wrecked little whine that he tried and failed to swallow down.

the fan clicked, rattled, stuttered.

sweat slid down your spine, the air thick enough to drink.

pilot laughed under his breath, more a little nervous. “god, ‘s hot.”

“it’s always hot in here.”

“not… what i meant.”

“mmh—can i?”

“touch me?”

pilot just nodded. you tried not to laugh at how red he was.

“i’m right here. go ‘head.”

that was all he needed.

his hands scrambled, grabbing at your hips, your neck, your jaw. trying to touch everything at once, like he couldn't decide what he needed most.

you leaned in to kiss him again, and he jumped for it. he was inexperienced—his lips fumbling and unsure as he kissed you.

"you," he breathed against your mouth, voice shaking. "you're, ah—"

he leaned back , crushing the blunt out too hard, ash scattering out of the tray in his messy windowsill.

smoke curled up around you in spirals, clinging to the warm summer air and the scant space between your mouths.

"i—" he tried to say something. anything. but his mouth wasn't working right—it was too busy pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, tasting salt and heat and you.

his fingers dug into the bare skin of your hip, right above the waistband of your boxers, and he let out a shaky breath that sounded almost like a laugh.

“shit,” he panted against your skin, eyes hazy. “you're tryin' to kill me."

"am i?" you asked, climbing into pilot’s lap.

“yeah,” he groaned, his voice pitching up when your weight settled between his legs. “this’s a baaad idea.”

“you always say that.”

“‘cause it is.” his fingers drummed restless beats against your splayed thighs. “you make me all... stupid.”

you just grinned against his mouth. “you already are.”

he laughed, then pulled you closer, like he could fold you into him if he tried hard enough. like he could keep you there with him.

“nnh, ah, lean back.”

his hand cupped the small of your back, attentive as always, guiding you down to the mattress.

your eyes opened again to see pilot hovering over you, flushed and breathless, looking at you like he’d just been handed something sacred and fragile. beautiful.

“pilot,” you gasped, fingers tangling in his untamed hair, pulling him back down to you, his lips and tongue slotting back to yours.

he kissed and licked and nipped sloppy marks into your neck, trailing purple tulips and blooming pink flowers down to your collarbone.

his hands slid up under the hem of your shirt, warm palms flat against your chest. “fuck. can i?”

you just nodded helplessly, lifting your arms up.

he got you both undressed in a blur, pulling off your jeans and his, leaving you both in only your boxers; baggy flannel.

“nnh, are those mine?” pilot grinned, licking your bottom lip. his fingers snapped at the waistband before leaving it be.

“don’t worry ‘bout it,” you mumbled back. who’s clothes were whose always got mixed up between you. either way, pilot’s looked better on you. he always thought so.

"zow-ee," pilot said under his breath.

you pitched your knee up, pressing it against the bulge in pilot’s boxers.

you watched him keen, his eyes fluttering like cicada wingbeats. his hips bucked once, and you could see him fighting to not grind against you.

“oh, fuck—” pilot gasped. “thats, mmm..”

“good?” you asked, grinding your knee against his clothed cock.

you watched pilot’s eyes roll back into his head, his long eyelashes fluttering. “god damn it, ah..!”

it was taking all of his willpower not to just hump your leg, his virgin brain practically frying itself. sweat started to drip down his neck, into the dip of his clavicle.

“you’re so hard,” you mused, carding your fingers through his messy hair, watching him try desperately to focus.

“can’t—can’t help it,” pilot panted. “not with you.”

his eyes were glossy, his face so red you couldnt tell if it was you or the vegas sunburn.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. this one was sloppy, frantic with need. pilot’s tongue licked into your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he cupped your face. he was inexperienced, sure, but oh so eager.

he pressed messy kisses down your jaw, nipping at the edge like a puppy before sucking hard on your neck.

“you’re so fucking pretty,” he groaned against your throat, leaving sloppy, fevered bites like he couldn’t get enough.

“shit, pilot… c’mere,” you moaned, voice pitching at his name.

pilot shifted, moving so that his dick was pressed between your legs rather than grinding against your thigh.

his hips rolled against yours, stealing a whimper from the both of you.

“i’m so fucked,” you heard him breathe to himself.

sparks of pleasure shot up your spine as the two of you found a rhythm, your hips circling and rolling. his cock throbbed hard against you, leaking into a wet patch at the center of his boxers from the overwhelming friction.

you didn’t expect it to feel this good—just grinding against pilot’s cock through the fabric of your boxers.

pilot must not have either—the look on his face was pure ecstasy. his eyes were hazy, his brows pitched together and it almost looked like he could cry.

“mmh—mm…” you gasped.

pilot choked out a pained groan into the crook of your neck, his hands gripping hard onto your hips. “yeah, ah, like that. jus’ like that..”

he started to move your hips for you, helping tilt your hips up and down, rolling against his in just the right way.

“fuck, pi,” you moaned, feeling his cock throb against you.

“we keep this up, ‘m gonna..” he choked out, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

the tent in his boxers was so damp, and you could see the sweat dripping down into his happy trail. “fuck.”

“oh yeah?” you licked up his neck, pressing a kiss just under his ear. you felt him stiffen, his control loosening fast.

“mhm—mhm.. yeah. just, fuck. keep doing that, okay..?”

pilot grabbed back onto your hips, grinding down against you harder, faster. he lost the rhythm the two of you had built up, just panting and groaning out little desperate whimpers as he rolled your hips up against him.

he struggled to hold himself up above you, his whole body practically humming like a live wire.

“i’m gonna—fuck—can i?” he panted, his cock leaking pre-cum, making a wet, sticky mess between your boxers. “please. please?”

“yeah,” you said against the shell of his ear. “yeah.”

pilot gripped your thighs hard, his mouth falling open. his eyebrows pinched together tight as if it hurt. the pleasure was almost too much, threatening to swallow him whole.

he bucked against you, deep, his hips stuttering as his whole body locked up. you watched his pretty eyes flutter and roll back into his head as he came, his face twisted in pained bliss.

“oh, fuck..! mhh—shit, mm.. mm..” he whimpered, his head dipping as he rode out his orgasm.

eventually he flopped down next to you, a panting, sticky mess. he grabbed a pillow, shoving it over his face and yelling something unintelligible.

“pfftt.. there he is,” you murmured, pulling the pillow away from him, throwing it behind you.

you grinned down at him, watching his bliss-hazy eyes slowly come back into focus.

“that was awesome,” he breathed out.

“yeah?”

“mhm..” he smiled, bunny teeth flashing. “nice that i’m not broken after all. y’know, the whole sexual confusion trip..”

“i’m just magic,” you teased. “come on—you gotta get your ass in the shower..”

pilot grimaced at the mess of his boxers, nodding at you. he scrambled up, kissing the side of your head sheepishly before standing.

“‘kay.”

he nearly finished walking out of his bedroom, before turning right back around.

“let me roll another joint first.”

you couldn’t help but smile.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

A.N i hope this was in character..!!!! im sorry this took me so long, smut is really draining for me to write for whatever reason lol. i dont feel great about this fic but if i don’t post it now i never will -_-. writing fanfics on here has become really draining for me, and i havent been proud of something ive written in a long time. i have a very skewed view of the things i write, so it’s hard for me to be confident in wat i share with u guys, and a lot of work goes into the characterization i try to achieve in my fics. im going to try to write more indulgently in the future, and i hope thats ok with u guys!!!

you sat upon the drooping steps of your rickety porch that was built poorly upon your trailer. The makeshift awning somewhat covering you from the warm and blinding ray that the sun provided, a gentle breeze blowing through, make your wind chimes well known.

looking to the source of the sound, you had a plethora of wind chimes, some store bought, some home made, and some were very special.

a cheap butterfly, a big dent in its body, one of the chimes had been torn, and replaced with beer caps, rings and pieces of glass.

an old dry blunt lay curled in one of its antennas, it swung along with the wind, making a harmonious melody with all the others.

it was maybe one of the tackiest ones, but it was your favorite.

on you and pilots first date at some rundown diner, he couldn’t secure the perfect gift. He claimed it was going to woo you over.

that was before he found out he was broker than shit to get you the extravagant bundle of flowers he was planning to suprise you with.

so a last minute trip at a practically abandoned antique shop, he presented a busted up butterfly wind chime. It was far from perfect, to anyone else, that was.

to you, it was more valuable than gold.

that crappy wind chime was the sole reason you had a uncountable now, littering your small yard wherever you could hang one.

you smiled at it, admiring how the sun glinted off the busted up metal.

you shifted your knees, looking down to your sneakers, littered with writing done by pilot, all kinds of scribbles and drawings, lyrics of songs you would remember even if you became a vegetable.

Mismatched laces with an assortment of beads ran on them, also not matching. you remember giving Pilot free reign of decorating your skinners, you smiled widely at the memory of when he discovered all your beads, how his eyes glimmered on certain colors and patterns, especially at the glittery ones.

your arms rested upon your knees, clad in your favorite jeans, embroidered butterflies on the back pockets.

your foot tapped rhythmically to an unheard melody in your head, your eyes following the way the leaves fluttered carelessly upon their branches.

broken away from your thoughts as your ears perked up to the sound of gravel crunching, your head swinging to the source of the sound, like a dog who knows when their owners home.

buzzing with excitement, you smiled wide at the sight of him, dressed as usually in that abrasively green visor, with that lazily grin upon his lips, even from afar.

you waited somewhat… patiently, as he trekked through the trailer park, tripping over a stray beer can left over from a rambunctious neighbor. you erupted with giggles as he played up his fall.

soon he came bounding towards you, practically trampling you and meshing you with th steps as he let his weight fall upon you. making you let out a guffaw and laugh more, hands shifting upon his body to try and push him off.

fingers curling tight into his thin button up that he layered with you shoved him off playfully, no real threat in your movements. stumbling back pilot smiled wide at you, shining brighter than the sun, which shone down on him as of currently, highlighting his gelled up hair, a green glow due to his visor upon his face.

both of you looked at eachother for a minute and giggled, a secret language only you two understood.

your head tilted up to look at him, squinting slightly from the bright sun, pilot let out another giggle before grabbing porch rail and sitting down clumsily, shaking the poorly made craft.

“easy! I can’t afford to fix this thing if you fuck up.” you chastised, your smile never leaving your face despite your words.

your eyes trailed over his face, flickering to his lips before turning your head. Watching two stray cats fight in the distance.

“I don’t want to ask my neighbor to help again, half the time building this was just spent ogling me.” you shivered at the thought.

“I could’ve helped you y’know..” he chimes in. Still grinning, knowing damn well if pilot helped you with building something it would’ve ended up looking like a side act at a carnival.

“yeah right, if you helped me this porch would’ve ended upside down somehow.” you teased.

before pilot could continue your worthless banter, the crinkle of a plastic bag he held caught your attention, arching a brow. seeing a collection of blunts shoved in there.

you watched as he grabbed one haphazardly and put it between his lips, glancing to you and grabbing another out of the messy bag, handing it to you.

you were never one for drugs, your whole life you swayed away from that sort of thing, it scared you how it could mess with people’s minds.

you weren’t big on anything else, but weed was one of the only things he did persuade you into, only for him.

You fitted it between your fingers, staring attentively at how he wrapped it, you hummed, wiggling it before hearing the click of his lighter, some crappy looney tunes one you got for him at a garage sale couple weeks back. leaning your hand over for a light, but he refused to light it like that. “Cmon put in-“ he mumbled, nodding towards your lips, making you raise a brow and grin, amused. “How romantic.” you hummed, placing it between your lips hesitantly, still nervous. Even with his presence.

he shifted closer, your knees touching now as he lit it, pretty blue eyes fixed on your lips. A light faded scar lay upon the middle of your lip, due to your habit of chewing your lip and pulling the skin roughly, he remembered how bad it bled that day, whenever you too kissed he made sure to run his tongue over it a few times.

he leaned away, finally. Roughly shoving the lighter in his pocket, setting the flimsy plastic bag aside. Your eyes meeting lazily , you took a deep inhale, before turning and blowing smoke away from him, eyes flickering all over his face.

He did the same.

Sitting like that for a while, knees touching. smoking quietly together in one another’s presence.

he was taking a lot more hits than you, you hummed watching him, before breaking the silence.

“You want something to eat? Can’t smoke weed all day.” You doubted that, you know you couldn’t, but knowing Pilot..

he nodded. “Whadya got?” Those big doe eyes fixated on you made you gulp thickly, looking down. “how about like oranges or something right now? maybe later we’ll have some sandwiches.” you looked back up, letting out a breath as your eyes met again. “Sound good?” He nodded, you handed him the blunt, leaping up nervously, shy of your own boyfriend, you laughed lightly at the thought as you opened your dingy screen door, disappearing for a few seconds.

you returned with two large oranges, sitting back down, handing it to him.

setting his blunt aside,

you watched as he practically tore into it with childlike excitement, digging his finger nails into the skin, peeling it away messily.

watching with curiosity, he messily shoved a slice into his mouth.

just as you were about to focus on your own orange, he bit down messily before the rest of the slice even got in his mouth, juice spilling everywhere.

Your pupils dilated as you saw it spill past his lips and down his chin.

Pilot didn’t seem too bothered, shoving a couple more into his mouth, more juice trickling down from his chin to his throat, slipping past his bobbing Adam’s apple.

You watched with intense interest, your breathing heavy. The weed slowly going in your system not helping. Your whole body buzzing with warmth.

Pilot chewed noisily before gulping, his eyes flickered to you.

You looked like a cat about to pounce, your had unconsciously digging hard into your jeans.

He let out a laugh at your state, his neck glistening with orange juice, a couple droplets resting upon his sun-kissed skin.

“Are you buggin?” He hummed, intrigued.

He lifted his hand to wipe it off but you reacted quickly, clutching his wrist and sitting closer, thighs meshing together.

“You could say that.” You mumbled out, your eyes finally going to his again.

“messy eater huh?” you shifted close against him, leaning into him, god he was so warm, it wasn’t helping your situation.

His eyes were hooded, a lazily grin on his lips, his had maneuvering to lock fingers with yours, usually you weren’t this bold. In Pilots mind introducing weed to you was better than bread and butter.

“you could say that…” he echoed you, smiling proudly.

the two of you pressed impossibly close, his hands trailing to your sides, squeezing your hips experimentally.

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head to dodge his visor, before closing the small gap.

Your lips met, locking on one another, your hands traveling to his neck, one getting lost in his messy hair, the on his shoulder, pulling him closer, somehow..

his tongue lazily slid on your bottom lip, requiring entrance, which you happily obliged.

He let out a moan of approval, followed by a whimper from you.

His hands were warm, resting on the small of your back, resting teasingly under your tank-top.

Giggling into each others mouths, your tongues doing a careless dance together. Letting out a symphony sounds of enjoyment, you pulled away, immediately going down to his neck, licking up the column of it, savoring the taste of oranges.

He groaned, he pushed you closer instinctively. you pressed soft kisses up his throat, kissing stray moles and freckles that the sun granted.

You nipped a couple times, before working back up to his mouth, sighing as your lips met again.

your tongues traveled in his mouth, feeing his teeth, sucking softly on his canines, eliciting moans from him.

“god..fuck” he laughed giddily.

pulling away reluctantly, you stared at eachother for a long time.

your hooded eyes looked down to his hard-on and smiled, teasingly palm him, watching his face scrunch up before the two of you laughed again.

“how about those sandwiches?” You suggested.

“alright..” he hummed.

it was burning, and your shorts hugged your thighs as well as your tank top sticking to your shirt due to sweat. your mouth was around a multi flavoured popsicle, tongue swirling around it and saliva mixed with the juice dripping down your chin, and you would lick it up the moment it dripped. damn..

he wondered if he could finally get some good head for once in his life if he just had you.

"dude, go!" jack pushed pilot forward, giving him a bit of pep in his step. pilot straightened his cap a bit, fixing his short sleeved jacket to look somewhat presentable.

"uh..hi.." fuck.

you turned over at him, your eyes so gorgeous when you looked his direction. "i thought that— uh..i thought you were really pretty, and i wanna ask you out. just to hang out, you know?" you took the popsicle out your mouth, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"me? really?" oh, that was a dudes voice. pilot stared to get even more nervous, because he knew his attraction wasn't dying down but getting bigger and bigger.

"well, if you say so do you want my—" he had ran away, a few feet from you as he'd whisper to what you guessed was his friend. "..number?"

you shrugged, it was unfortunate because he was really cute in your opinion.

"shes a he." jack took a moment, before shrugging. "i thought you were that bisexual shit or something?" pilot seemed baffled, giving him a look. "when did i ever say that!" jack shook his head, "when you were talking about sex or whatever!"

"i said i was sexually confused!" now he could confirm jack hadn't listened to a single thing he had said. "oh.. well.. just go talk to him! it'll be fine." jack pushed him back towards you, pilots shoulder hitting yours.

he turned around, facing you and this time feeling real embarrassed. "i..hi.." you gave him a smile, "hi again." he took your hand, making himself feel really formal. "um..im pilot."

"pilot? that's cute." unique name, you really liked it a whole bunch. you took out a piece of paper from your pocket, your number already pre written on it. "call me?" he took it from you, a goofy smile being placed on his curved lips.

"yeah, definitely." you had left, a small 'see ya' as you went your way. he resisted the urge to jump up and down, lowering it down to clutching the paper in his hand but quickly stopping realizing his sweat could smudge it.