let the reason come
Part two of the RDHD series
Content warnings: mild drug use, smut (mind the tags)
Pairings: Sean MacGuire x Kieran Duffy
Word Count: 5855
For a long moment, Kieran maintains his silence. He lifts the beer can to his lips one last time, tilting his head all the way back and desperately lapping at the dregs. He takes his time, too, and when he finally finishes, there’s little droplets of beer clinging to his patchy mustache.
Sean is still staring at him, positively beaming.
Kieran huffs. The rim of his empty can is still pressed against his bottom lip, and he glares over it at Sean.
“ Shut up .”
“Hey! I ain’t judgin’ ya. I just never heard of it, is all,” Sean puts out the joint, which has been forgotten, filling the air with pungent smoke, and rests it on the rim of his crushed up can. He inches closer, and Kieran scrunches up his shoulders.
“What?”
“ Well — yer the one brought it up,” Sean says. He leans forward, and Kieran seems to be trying to make himself smaller, the closer he gets. “And you got the experience wit’ it…”
Kieran eyes Sean with a look of apprehension. His brows are furrowed, and he’s frowning, with that damn can still pressed against his mouth. “What, you want me to tell you about it?”
Sean doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah!”
Kieran groans. He crosses his arms over his chest, still holding the can, so it ends up pressed against his bicep.
“Alright, well…”
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