Summary:

Rather than give him the joint, Ilya takes it back between his own lips and sucks in a deep breath, the tip glowing as he does so. Then, before Shane can process it, he’s reaching up and sliding one large hand around the back of Shane’s neck, pulling him down so their lips meet.

Shane gasps softly, and Ilya takes the opportunity to blow smoke into his open and waiting mouth.

Oh, God. Are you there? It’s me, Shane Hollander. We’ve had our differences, but I think I’d like to convert for real this time. I’m ready. Open the pearly white gates. I’m coming up.

Shane goes to a house party, gets high, then gets on his knees. bon appetite
now ft. part 2 and 3 with more high shenanigans, flirting and fucking