Shotgun
"Listen, here's the deal with weed," Bakura drawled, taking a pull from the joint hanging between his fingers. "A lot of people are scared of it. They think it's a gateway drug. But like, weed isn't going to make you do cocaine. Wanting to do cocaine is gonna make you do cocaine, you feel?"
Ryou shifted on the couch next to him, tugging at the worn sleeves of his sweater. "I guess I do."
Bakura swept his eyes over Ryou, starting at his messy cowlick, following the curve of his hunched spine, and stopping at the pale sliver of his back that peeked out above the band of his sweatpants. Bakura blew out a cloud of hazy smoke, watched it dissipate in the air between them, and asked: "D'you want to give it a try?"
Ryou's eyes widened then, his fingers tightened around his knees. "I…"
"You don't have to if you don't want to, cream puff, I'm just offering you the opportunity."
Ryou sucked in a breath, eyes watching the curve of Bakura's lips as he blew out again. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and nodded.
Bakura turned so that he was facing Ryou. "This shit's pretty strong, so I'll shotgun it to you, okay?Tilt your head up a bit."
Ryou did as he was told. He swallowed a nervous gulp as he watched Bakura bring the joint to his lips again, eyebrows furrowed.
"You don't have to do this, you know," Bakura reminded Ryou again. Ryou looked away.
"I know I don't."
"Okay, then."
Bakura took a drag and then took Ryou's chin in hand. He felt his heart skip a beat when Ryou's hands immediately clamped onto his arms.
Their noses were nearly touching now. The only sound Bakura could hear was the insistent drumming of his heartbeat in his ears. He exhaled softly, blue-white smoke filling the centimeters between their lips. Ryou inhaled, white eyelashes standing out against his skin as his eyes slid shut. Bakura's breath caught in his throat.
Ryou giggled afterwards, waving his hand to break up the wisps of smoke in between them.
"You know," he began, plucking the joint out of Bakura's grip. He brought it to his lips and took a long drag of his own, playfully blowing the smoke back at Bakura, "I've done this before. I was just sort of hoping you'd kiss me."
Bakura snatched the joint back and put it out on the ashtray by his knee.
"Well, you should have just said that, cream puff," he replied. "Get over here."