American Muse, Holy Fool
Pairing: Ryan/Shane as Eric/Ira from S.W.A.T.
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Marielle Scott, Original Characters
Warnings/Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Alternate Universe - College/University, First Time Blow Jobs, Shotgunning, Underage Drinking, this is 2015, Urban Legends, Drugged Sex, Marijuana,
Summary:
In his freshman year, a sheltered trust fund baby named Eric meets Ira, a man with drugs, cults, and poetry in his head.
Preview:
He watched the smoke spill over Ira’s teeth, a thick, white, heavy pour of shadowy waterfall-like waves one over the other. It was entrancing enough in the cool Autumn night blue behind them that Eric followed his own whim, leaned up and opened his mouth over it, inhaling his hit before Ira’s lips closed on his.
“Hold your breath,” Ira whispered before sliding his tongue over Eric’s, eating the rest of the smoke still floating in Eric’s mouth.
Eric didn’t breathe, eyes shut, languidly didn’t realise he was rocking against Ira so hard. He pressed his forehead into Ira’s neck in an erotic chill; practically a flinch. He was so hard, rubbing lazy, but hungry circles on Ira’s thigh, leaving a hot sticky pressure behind him. He started to rut against him more insistently, the feeling got heady and he grit his teeth. He was fully high now and everything on him was just sensation and liquid languorous arousal.
“You can breathe out now,” Ira hissed, fingers tipping Eric’s head back to kiss down his neck.
He was going to anyway; the feeling of Ira’s hot palm closing on him was startlingly perfect. Eric’s lungs burned as he let the smoke go; there was hardly any left to see; he was gasping a little but trembling because it felt suddenly like there were arcs on the edge of his vision, pulling his pupils large and then small again. Ira hummed amusement, looking up at him, his eyes hooded and bleary.
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