Warnings: Slight man on man, use of cannabis.
Not a prompt, just a fun little spur-of-the-moment thing. It's also not as sexy as the summary assumes it to be. Maybe another day...
Remember kids, don't do drugs [and get caught].
"Hey, you know wanna know somethin' real funny?"
The man in green looked up from his book. The Once-ler stood in the doorway, clothes askew, joint in hand. His eyes were red and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, grinning like an idiot.
"What's that?" the man asked, eyebrow raised. He stood up and walked over to the other, cupping his face and stilling his motion.
"Bret and Chet were bein' real nice to me today. Took me out drinkin' to celebrate... er, something. Something special today… Forgot what it's called. It was really fun though." The Once-ler giggled, bringing the joint up to his lips and blowing the smoke in his other self's face. "'N then they gave me some of these here rolls to do. I can see why... you like smoking so much. I feel great!" He leaned forward and pecked the other man on the lips, laughing some more.
His green-clad self ran a finger under the other's chin. "So you're drunk and high? You know I only smoke tobacco. I try to stay away from the psychoactives and shit."
"Really?" The young Once-ler swayed back and forth in his counterpart's arms. "This is my - my first time, so I guess I wouldn't know the difference."
"First? They usually don't get as high as you the first time," his other self mused. He leaned in and sniffed the man's collar. "Then again, you smell inebriated as hell." The Once-ler shrugged and brought the joint up, but the other took it from his fingers and pocketed it.
"I think that's enough for tonight," he said, bringing the younger in for a tight hug. He nipped at his ear, a grin stretching across his face. His voice dropped down to a whisper - "So how about we go to bed?"
The Once-ler nodded and allowed himself to be pulled into his bedroom. The man in green shut the door and shrugged off his jacket and gloves, all ready for a "good-night's rest" with his favorite - himself. But when he turned around, he was sorely disappointed. The other was already on the bed, passed out on top of the covers, snoring softly. Groaning, the man sat on the bed's edge, running his fingers through the Once-ler's soft hair. He took a cigar and lighter out of the night table. Lighting it up, he inhaled deeply and exhaled.
It wasn't weed, but damn it if he wasn't allowed to be just a little old fashioned.
FAIL END SORRY I SUCK