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When He's High
0 ReviewsWhistler loves it when Alex is high. [Slash][Drug Use]
He loves it when Alex is high.
He loves the way Alex is never silent; he’s always humming or singing or just murmuring nonsense phrases.
He loves the way Alex can’t keep still; he’s always moving, even if it’s just his fingers flitting across James’s abdomen.
He loves the way Alex can be so fascinated by the smallest part of James’s body, always coming back to kiss and lick at that sensitive spot right on James’s hip.
Most of all he loves the way Alex smiles at him – gently, crazily – as he slides his hand into James’s pants.
---
“What are you humming?”
“Dunno.”
“It’s catchy.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“You want me to?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I say no?”
“You never say no, Alex.”
---
He hates it when Alex stops taking the drugs.
He hates the way Alex looks at him with disgust in his eyes, like everything was his fault.
He hates the way Alex speaks to him only when he has to and always in a coldly detached tone.
He hates the way Alex starts treating Michael with something akin to respect, instead of barely concealed hatred.
Most of all, he hates the way Alex is careful not to touch him, not even the slightest brush of fingers when handing him something.
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“It’s not like you didn’t want it.”
“I was high, Whistler. What’s your excuse?”
“Who are you really disgusted with, Alex? Me or yourself?”
“What?”
“Come on. Are you disgusted because it’s me, or disgusted because you enjoyed it?”
“I didn’t enjoy it.”
“If that was true you wouldn’t have kept coming back for more.”
“I told you, it was -”
“You can only blame the drugs for so much, Alex.”
He loves the way Alex is never silent; he’s always humming or singing or just murmuring nonsense phrases.
He loves the way Alex can’t keep still; he’s always moving, even if it’s just his fingers flitting across James’s abdomen.
He loves the way Alex can be so fascinated by the smallest part of James’s body, always coming back to kiss and lick at that sensitive spot right on James’s hip.
Most of all he loves the way Alex smiles at him – gently, crazily – as he slides his hand into James’s pants.
---
“What are you humming?”
“Dunno.”
“It’s catchy.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“You want me to?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I say no?”
“You never say no, Alex.”
---
He hates it when Alex stops taking the drugs.
He hates the way Alex looks at him with disgust in his eyes, like everything was his fault.
He hates the way Alex speaks to him only when he has to and always in a coldly detached tone.
He hates the way Alex starts treating Michael with something akin to respect, instead of barely concealed hatred.
Most of all, he hates the way Alex is careful not to touch him, not even the slightest brush of fingers when handing him something.
---
“It’s not like you didn’t want it.”
“I was high, Whistler. What’s your excuse?”
“Who are you really disgusted with, Alex? Me or yourself?”
“What?”
“Come on. Are you disgusted because it’s me, or disgusted because you enjoyed it?”
“I didn’t enjoy it.”
“If that was true you wouldn’t have kept coming back for more.”
“I told you, it was -”
“You can only blame the drugs for so much, Alex.”
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