College dorm setting: Stoner Keith, who smokes regularly, runs out of weed and can't get ahold of his dealer to get more. He catches the scent of it one night and leans out the window to see Shiro blowing puffs of smoke out the window next to his.

"Hey can i get a hit?"

He doesn't mean to sound so desperate, but he genuinely needs it. Feels like he hasnt relaxed in days, and reality is overrated anyways.. The guy meets his eyes and blows out a stream of smoke before laughing silently and leans out the window to hand Keith the blunt.

Keith extends his limbs as much as he can without falling four floors down and reaches toward the blunt. He feels desperate and idiotic, like adam reaching for gods hand in that old painting.

He just barely grabs it and relaxes a little against the window ledge.

The first taste is literally heaven.

He closes his eyes as he pulls the smoke into his mouth, knocks his head back as he fills his lungs with it. The high is almost instant with the flood of relief in his blood, he takes another quick hit before attempting to hand it back.

But the guy laughs, "Go ahead, take a few more hits."

Keith rolls his eyes in extacy and bites his lip, smiling way too excitedly at the guy before he puts it back to his lips.

With the exhale of air, keith asks, "What flavor is this? Raspberry?"

Keith examines the blunt closer this time, taking in the little details of how well it's been rolled, the small but precise filter in the mouth piece, the slow burn..

He's impressed.

"You roll this yourself?"

The guy's eyes narrow even more in satisfaction, increasing the absolute high apparent on his face. Its humurous.

Keith laughs instead of letting him answer, "You're high as fuck dude.."

The guy laughs, "Yeah man.. Nailed the flavor too. Those are my favorites."

"Nice."

Now that Keith's pleasantly un-sober, he can't look away from this guy. He takes another hit while studying what little he can see from out the window.

"You got a name and I know it's gonna be hot.."

The dude laughs a bubbly sound, "I'm Shiro."

Keith blows out a thin stream of smoke as a smile crawls up his face.

"Told you."

Shiro grins and its fucking adorable with the haze on his face.

"I'm Keith," he says as he leans as far out of the window as he can to return the blunt to its rightful owner.

His smile falls when he realizes how tiny the blunt shrunk under his supervision.

"Sorry man.."

Shiro bites his lip as he reaches for it. Their fingers brush and it feels so very good... everything feels good. His body is lifting like theres a cloud beneath him.

"'S okay.. I tell you what," shiro says just as he puts the tiny bit of the leftover blunt to his lips

He takes a smaller hit than previously, wary of the increased heat the smaller the blunt gets, "Why don't you come over and we'll smoke another one."

Keith nods, letting a little laugh of excitement slip as he quickly tries to hoist himself out of the window.

Shiro laughs, "Use the damn door, parkour," And disappears from the window.

Keith is stunned that his next door neighbor is:

One: hot.

Two: a stoner like him, and

Three: inviting him over.

It only makes him feel higher.

Keith drops back down into his room, leaves the window open and is out of his room before he even thinks to grab his shoes.

He doesn't even knock before Shiro's door is open & shut again with him inside.

"Hey stranger," Keith drawls, letting the subtle high elongate his words.

Shiro laughs, "Hey stranger..." then he pauses, "you know, it's actually true, you're literally a stranger."

"And you're literally about to roll me another blunt," keith teases before falling back onto a huge beanbag in the corner of Shiro's room.

Instead of bickering back, Shiro winks, "You got it."

Shiro sits on the edge of his bed and pulls a small tray onto his lap, grabs a medium sized bud from a tiny jar and begins breaking it up.
"First year here?"

Keith leans up, "Just transferred in like a week ago."

"Good. It'll be nice to have a cute stoner guy next door," Shiro winks and Keith feels his body stirring.

"Yeah uh.. I ran out of weed and my buddy gave me the number to his dealer but he won't answer my texts."

"So you've just been slowly dying.." Shiro sums up.

"In more ways than one..." Keith mutters out, eyeing Shiro up and down as he breaks apart the mini cigar to discard the tobacco inside so it can be filled with magic.

Shiro catches his drift and eyes him heavily.

The next thing he does is bring the blunt wrapper up to his mouth and lick slowly, sensually, letting his eyes trail Keith's form in its entirety as he does so.

It's incredibly inviting.

"Damn is it hot in here, or is it just you?" Keith jabs, softly licking his bottom lip.

Shiro gently flatens the wrapper with his thumbs and flickers his eyes slowly between it and Keith's eyes.

"It's not just me, babyboy."

That pet name sends Keith reeling. His mouth pops open and he can't help but giggle with the feeling of liquid happiness replacing his blood.

"Christ.." the word was meant to come out as an exasperated sound to cover the horniness and nervousness bubbling in him, but it comes out as a squeek, and he laughs instead.

"You're cute," Shiro responds happily as he begins to fill the wrapper with weed.
"You always get giggly when you're high?"

Keith whipes his face and lets out a breath, "yeah... and horny."

Shiro doesnt skip a beat in Keiths sudden, but somehow smooth, openly thirsty flirting.

"Same." Shiro finds his eyes, a smile lifts his cheeks.

Keith bites his lip, "You got someone?"

Shiro continues rolling, "Yeah, a cute boy in my room. Who almost climbed out of his window to get to me, if I might add."

Keith squints, "The weed man.. it was all for the weed."

Shiro meets his eyes and lets the moment stretch for too long.

Keith squints, "what were we talkin about...?"

Shiro is sealing the blunt with his tongue, "I dunno man.." and takes a pull to check the air flow, "but I'm hard as fuck and you're incredibly distracting."

Keith's feet teeter back and forth on the heels.

"I can help with that."

"Yea I bet you can babyboy..-

Keith turns into a literal puddle and watches shiro fish a lighter out of his pocket and sparks it a few times.

"-but we have a blunt to smoke."

Keith swallows heavily, feeling himself practically drip in his pants.

"What, you never smoked and fucked before, Daddy?"

Shiro freezes, eyes locked onto Keith, but they're hazed as fuck and Keith suddenly feels like he won.

He stands and walks the few steps to reach Shiro and gently takes the blunt thats handing from Shiro's lips.

Keith places it between his lips and grabs the lighter from Shiro's hand. He lights it up, takes a deep pull and leans in.

Shiro's too frozen to do anything, so Keith tugs down Shiro's lip until he complies and blows raspberry flavored smoke into his waiting mouth.

Shiro takes a deep breath in, filling his lungs with smoke before he surprises keith by ending the shotgun with a kiss.

It doesn't feel like a first kiss, it feels like the fourth or fifth kiss, followed by an even deeper 6th kiss that lets Keith taste Shiro's tongue.

Shiro sighs, "you taste like magic."

Keith whispers against his mouth, "you haven't tasted anything yet, daddy..."

Keith locks eyes with him, takes another hit while simultaneously tugging Shiro's hand down to let his palm brush between Keith's legs.

"Fuck."

Keith nods.