A/N: Hold onto your bongs...because this StonerwardPOV is a leeeeeeeeeetle bit different. This outtake was written as a b-day present for Dannie aka Domaward's Mistress - Happy birthday, girl! I hope you have a fabulous day filled with yummy food, good times and hot boys. Dannie is a fan of Stonerward, but might also rival me in her love for slash *wink* so just in honor of her birthday I went a little crazy and wrote her something special.
*WARNING* This outtake is completely AU from the original The Hood -meaning - this did not and will not occur in the actual story- it also contains some boy on boy loving - if that is not your thing, feel free to click out right now - no hard feelings, promise. There should be a new chap of The Hood up later this week - so you'll still get your Stonerward fix!
An extra huge thanks to Char for beta-ing this puppy, especially since she isn't a lover of slash. *sigh* The things she'll do for Stonerward. Caren and Gin rock the hizzouse for prereading it and getting all giggly over the boy love. Me too, bbs, me too. Special shout out to Nic aka PerfectlyPersuasive for giving me a little thumb war inspiration. If you're not reading her hilariously hot slash fic A Tangible Dichotomy - you're missing out!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just really enjoy getting them high.
"Coming!" Aro shouts back at his mother through the open window, and I really wish he wasn't sitting so close to me because that fucker can really yell.
Instead of getting off the couch and leaving, Aro hunches forward, his eyes trained on the screen in front of us as he deftly takes out Marcus, who groans in defeat.
"Motherfucker," Marcus mutters, tossing his controller on the floor.
"Dude, just because you lost doesn't mean you need to take it out on the equipment. Fucking chill!" Aro gripes as he tosses a pillow, hitting Marcus right in the head.
"Fuck this shit," bitches Marcus. "I've got to go home for dinner anyway."
"Later, loser," I call out with laugh, earning a smack upside the head from Marcus as he walks past me.
Aro snorts, clapping me on the shoulder.
"That kid is my bro, but he gets his panties in a bunch anytime he doesn't win. Fucking pain in the ass."
I nod my head in agreement and stretch out against the couch, propping my feet up on the table. Aro leans down across the table, grabbing a freshly packed bowl and is about to spark up, when a loud knock sounds at the door.
"Zachary Aronstein! So help me God, if I have to come in there and drag you out, I will do so. I will not call you one more time. We need to leave now!"
"Damnit," Aro grumbles, placing the bowl back on the table. "I gotta run. But, feel free to go ahead and chill as long as you'd like. Enjoy the herb while you're at it...somebody should."
I grin, nodding my head in thanks. Aro books it out of the place before his mother comes in. There's no need for her to see a packed bowl on what used to be her old coffee table. I hear their car start up, gravel flying up and hitting metal as it peels out of the driveway. I think Aro said they're going to visit his grandparents, who live an hour away, which means they'll be gone for a while. Marcus sure as shit isn't coming back, so I make myself comfy, happy to have the place to myself for a bit. I'm in no rush to go anywhere, since my folks are having one of their date nights. Grabbing the bowl, I pull out my lighter and spark up, my lungs quickly filling with a sweet, skunky haze. I hold the smoke in my lungs for a moment until my head turns fuzzy. Just as I exhale, I hear the door to the hood rattle, so I struggle to grab the pipe and bag of weed on the table, since I have no clue who it could be.
"Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!" Jasper shouts, drawing his fingers up like guns.
I finally allow myself to breathe and end up laughing. Of course it's only Jasper, and he comes in quoting Pulp Fiction. I decide to respond in kind, and as soon as I start talking, a quirky grin spreads across his face.
"If any of you fucking pricks move...I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you!"
"Nice!" commends Jasper as he holds his fist out for a bump.
I laugh and pat the couch next to me, and Jasper comes around to sit down.
"What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you had plans."
"Oh, yeah," responds Jasper as he props his feet up on the table. "They got canceled. Whatever."
He looks somewhere between annoyed and relieved, but I can't tell if this is good news or not. I do the only thing I can think of and pass him the bowl.
"Smoke up, my friend," I say, laughing as Jasper grabs the bowl and lighter willingly.
"Thanks man," he says before taking a hit. "I needed that."
We both sit there a minute, happy to just chill for a bit. Jasper shifts slightly next to me, and I watch as he takes off his hoodie. He tosses it over to a chair in the corner and raises his arms above his head. His head rolls from side to side as his neck pops, and he lets out a satisfied groan. After folding his arms behind his head, Jasper closes his eyes, his legs completely stretched out, resting on the table. I can't help but stare at him, and I'm amazed at how tall he seems. I still remember when he was the runt of the group, barely coming up to our shoulders, and then one summer... Bam! He sprouted up overnight it seemed, and now he towers over all of us. For a while, he was all lanky limbs, almost like a live version of Gumby or something. But now... I can't help but notice how toned he is. He runs track, so I wonder if that has something to do with it, because I'm pretty sure he doesn't actually hit the gym or anything like the juice heads at school.
His t-shirt seems a bit snug, since it clings to his chest, and I can't seem to tear my eyes away from his biceps, which twitch as he struggles to get comfortable. His body is like mine in many ways but also so different, and something compels me to keep checking it out. With his arms up above his head, Jasper's shirt rides up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin right above his pants. I can see the top of his forest green boxers sticking out of his jeans, right below an expanse of tan, hairless skin. Instinctively, my hand slides down to my own stomach, where it lands, feeling the sparse, course hair that I have right below my belly button. I wonder what it would be like to feel a firm, toned set of abs without any hair on them. My pants tighten at the thought, and my eyes grow wide.
Motherfucker.
I did not just get a boner thinking about Jasper's abs. Right? There's no possible way. I mean, he's...Jasper. My best fucking friend. Anything more would be crazy. Yet, there it is - my dick - hard as a damn rock, begging to be let loose. I rationalize that it most likely has nothing to do with Jasper. Hell, I get wood all the time. I mean, I wake up with wood. I usually go to bed sporting wood. And once, I even popped a chubby in math class for no reason. I'm going to chalk this current hard-on up to random bonering. That shit totally happens. My eyes trail back to Jasper's body, and I wonder why the hell I'm so fixated on him. It must be the pot. Aro mentioned he had some crazy West Coast shit that was super strong, and I've definitely had times when I was stoned out of my mind and found myself focusing on one thing without reason.
Only...if I'm being honest with myself, I'm not really stoned. I've only taken one hit, and while I'm feeling good, I'm definitely not totally baked. So, why the hell am I looking at Jasper's body like it is a fucking work of art? Maybe I actually need another hit. I shake my head, deciding I need some sort of distraction and notice the Wii is still on, the blue light blinking at me like a beacon.
"Rock Band?" I ask Jasper as I stand up and walk over to the game console.
"Awesome. Hook it up," he says, standing up to join me. "Rocks, Paper, Scissors to see who gets guitar?"
"Nah, you take it. I'll rock it on drums," I say, wanting a chance to possibly bang out my new weird feelings.
Jasper nods as he grabs the guitar and fiddles with the strap until it fits him. I slide in the Rock Band disc and set up the drums while waiting for the game to load.
"What song do you want?" I ask as I sync up the instruments to the game.
"Dude, just go with whatever's next on Aro's game. I don't want him getting all pissy because we fucked something up by starting a new game or song or whatever. Last time I did that, he fucking chewed me out, and I'm still not sure what I did wrong."
I shrug, not really caring, as long as we can play something to keep me from checking out Jasper. I press start so our song can pop up, and it's...Smash Mouth?
What the fuck?
I must say it out loud, because Jasper snorts.
"We are so going to bust Aro's balls for this. Look lively, bro - this song has some serious beats."
I luck out because the intro is mostly all guitar with a few taps on the drums on my part. Instead of looking at the screen, I watch Jasper as his long fingers fly across the neck of the guitar. They look so agile and skillful. His head is bopping along with the song, and his body wavers a bit as he bounces slightly on his knees.
"Dude!" Jasper shouts, breaking me out of my stare. "Get a fucking move on!"
My eyes snap back to the screen, and I notice I've missed the first few beats, and it's going at a steady pace now. I try and focus on the game, pounding out the rhythm and catching back up. I'm finally in the groove and find myself singing along. I don't even realize I'm doing it at first until Jasper laughs aloud and joins me for the chorus.
"All that glitters is g-o-o-o-o-o-o-old. Only shooting stars break the m-o-o-o-o-o-o-old!"
The song soon ends, and we both burst out into uncontrollable laughter. It feels good to laugh, and when I finally calm down, I look up to see Jasper staring at me, his eyes wet with unshed tears. Neither of us says anything, but we don't break the stare, either. After what feels like an eternity, Jasper licks his lips, and I about lose my shit. Is he fucking with me? Did he see me zoning off before and checking him out? I'm still way too sober to even begin contemplating what the other side of the coin might be, so instead, I toss one of the drumsticks at him, breaking the weird energy between us.
"Frosty?" I ask, needing some serious smoke to help chill me the fuck out.
"Frosty," Jasper replies, just as serious.
I go to the cabinet to grab the cherished bong that Aro keeps stashed back there, while Jasper heads to the mini-fridge and grabs two sodas.
"Oh, I've got an idea!" he shouts from across the room, enthusiastically as he grabs something else.
When he returns, I cock my eyebrow in question, but Jasper just smirks, carefully pulling the glass bong from my hands.
"Trust me," he says with a wink before turning his back to me.
I hear something splash into the bong water, but before I can question him, Jasper passes me the freshly packed bong, and I accept it, trying to figure out what he did. I place the bong on the table and lean over it, thankful that Jasper lights it for me so I can work it properly. I inhale deeply, and along with the smoke feel an icy cool sensation. I can't hold my breath for as long as I'd like since I ripped a huge toke, but my head is already swimming in an incredibly pleasant way within seconds of exhaling.
"Motherfucking shit that was awesome. What the hell did you do?" I ask, collapsing back onto the couch, my lips sliding into a lazy smile.
Jasper snorts as he nods his head.
"I knew you'd love it. I just tossed a few ice cubes down in the water. Totally makes it a smoother hit, no?"
"Definitely," I agree, as I close my eyes to enjoy the high.
I can feel my tongue as it presses up to the roof of my mouth. I run it across my teeth and they feel cool and slick. Slick. S-s-s-s-s-lick. That's a funny word. I laugh, even though I'm not sure at what, and am startled when I feel a warm hand on my own. My eyes fly open, and I look down to see Jasper's hand on mine. He gives it a quick squeeze, and I immediately move my gaze up to his face. He's wearing a cocky grin and is holding up the lighter.
"Help me out?" he asks, and I nod, dumbly.
I reach out for the lighter and notice how my hand shakes slightly. Hoping Jasper doesn't pick up on it, I scoot forward until I'm close enough to light the bong for him. He puts his mouth up to the top of it and nods for me to go ahead and light the damn thing. I flick on the lighter and watch as the orange flame flickers and waves. A light tap on my knee reminds me what I'm supposed to be doing, so I bring the lighter down to the packed bowl as Jasper pulls his hit. I move my hand away, but my body stays close as Jasper continues, pulling all of the smoke from the long tube. He's able to hold it in his lungs for a second longer than I did, but soon he's exhaling, coughing as he does so. He's still coughing a few moments later, so I grab one of the sodas and hand it to him, thumping on his back in a hopefully helpful manner. Jasper's coughing slows down enough for him to take a sip of the drink, and soon, he's stopped all together.
"Thanks, man," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
As his hand drops away, a few drips of soda remain on his lips, making them look full and wet. I'm only about a foot away from those lips, and I fight back the urge to reach out and drag my finger across them. My stomach drops as that unfamiliar desire from earlier creeps back into my system. I snap back against the couch, needing some breathing space between us. If Jasper notices how weird I'm acting, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he gently places the bong back on the table and moves to sit next to me.
"Drink?" he asks, holding out his open soda.
"Um, I'm good, thanks."
While I'm actually a little thirsty, I'm suddenly too freaked to share Jasper's soda. I close my eyes to try to calm myself down. What feels like hours later, a hand grips my own, and I look up to see Jasper smirking at me.
"Thumb war?" he challenges, and despite the fact that I'll probably be sporting some serious wood if I do it, I grab on tightly, never one to back down from a thumb war.
Our hands grip each other firmly, and we commence with the standard opening.
"One, two, three, four. I declare a thumb war," we chant in unison.
Our thumbs move back and forth and I'm equal parts excited and intrigued by the smooth feel of his hands. The pads of my fingers are all rough from hours of guitar playing, yet Jasper's hands feel soft to the touch. While my thumb is flying all around, avoiding capture, my other fingers grasp on to Jasper's hand, squeezing tightly. I swear I feel him wiggle hims fingers a bit, and wonder if it's a diversionary tactic. When I look up, he gives me a wink, the apples of his cheeks slightly flushed. My heart races, and my hand stills for a second, completely thrown off course. That second was all he needed, and Jasper's thumb comes down over mine as he shouts out triumphantly.
"Gotcha!"
I groan, hanging my head, and try to pull my hand from his, but I'm unable to. I look back up, expecting to see a cocky grin on his face or something, but when I finally muster up the courage to look at him, I see that he's chewing on his bottom lip, looking at me with a mixture of fear and hope clouding his eyes.
"I...Jas..." I'm unable to get a full sentence out because my brain is completely muddled.
My hand is burning from where he's touching me, but not in an unpleasant way at all. In fact, it feels kind of nice. The way his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he nervously swallows is kind of nice too. My eyes follow its path as it moves up and down in his scruffy neck. My body propels me forward at the same time his comes towards me, and we meet in the middle, our foreheads crashing together with a thud. Neither of us laughs or groans in pain, however, and we certainly don't move away either. Instead, I can feel the air around us thicken as we only move closer. I'm able to feel his breath against my face, and I squeeze his hand hard, needing a physical reminder that this is real, that it's actually happening. Jasper's tongue peeks out, and he licks his lip, only inches from my own. My eyes flutter closed, because otherwise I can't be held accountable for my next move.
Apparently, Jasper can't stop himself either.
I feel Jasper's lips on mine not even a second later, and after only a split second of hesitation, they mold to his, and I melt a little, tasting the mixture of smoke and soda on them. I open my mouth in a happy sigh, and Jasper uses that opportunity to slide his tongue out, testing to see if this is okay with me. Oddly, it is. In fact, I want to feel more of him, so with my free hand, I grab at his arm, rubbing up and down his sculpted muscle as my tongue tentatively darts out to meet his. Our kiss becomes more heated as Jasper pulls me impossibly closer, his other hand threading itself through my hair.
Without breaking our kiss, Jasper moves over so he's straddling me, and his weight against my thighs feels really good. What feels even better is when he shifts slightly so I feel his own raging boner against my leg. Apparently I'm not the only one sporting a fucking hard-on today. The next time Jasper thrusts up against me, I groan into his mouth, causing him to nip at my lower lip.
"Do it again," he commands, and I happily oblige.
It doesn't take much, and when Jasper tugs on the back of my head slightly while grinding into me, I can't help but moan, and that spurs Jasper on. His hand leaves my neck, and he moves it over my jeans, rubbing at my cock. I'm not going to last at all this way, between Jasper's kisses, firm caresses and the feel of his own cock against my leg. My breathing speeds up as my pulse quickens, and I thrust my hips up into Jasper's eager hand. This is all going to be over way to fast, and I'm not sure I'm happy about that. However, when Jasper bites down on the crook of my neck, it's all over, and I call out, cumming in my fucking boxers.
I close my eyes again, my head swimming, while I try to regulate my breathing. My heart is racing at a mile a second, and I take a few deep breaths to try and relax slightly. I don't open them again until I hear Jasper speak.
"Dude? Hey, Edward?" he calls out again, startling me. "You okay, man?"
"Huh?" I ask, opening my eyes and allowing the hazy feeling in my head to thin out.
When I look at Jasper he's sitting next to me on the couch, looking at me like I've grown a second head. I quickly scan his body and nothing seems out of place. His hair isn't messy, his lips, while forming a small pout, aren't raw and red, and his skin isn't flushed and sweaty. He definitely does not have a boner, either.
What the fuck?
"You, uh...drifted off there for a second. Well, a few seconds," he chuckles. "That shit is definitely strong!"
I shake my head, my mouth feeling thick and cottony. I grab for the open soda in Jasper's hand and down the rest of it in three large gulps.
"Yeah..." I say with a shaky laugh. "I think I'm good for the night."
"It's all good in the Hood," Jasper drawls, punching my shoulder with a laugh.
A/N: Hoped that those of you who stuck around enjoyed that little slice of slashy goodness. New Hood chap up later this week! xo