Ruth Sadelle Alderson

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TJ knocks on Jonny's door on Friday afternoon, just when he knows Jonny is going to be waking up from a nap, cranky and kind of suggestible, and Jonny's roommate is going to be out because he was dumb enough to sign up for some kind of Friday afternoon lab.

Jonny yanks open the door with a surly glare. "What?"

TJ holds up the plastic bag so Jonny can see the gift TJ comes bearing. It's good shit; TJ's dealer is legit. He has papers and a lighter in his pocket. Easier with a bong, but Jonny likes to pretend he's too responsible to smoke up and won't keep one in his room. Roommate might have one. Huh. Maybe TJ should have gotten to know the roommate better.

Jonny groans.

TJ pushes his way past him and leaves Jonny to lock the door while TJ grabs a towel from Jonny's closet.

"Season's over," TJ says as he uses the towel to seal off the crack at the bottom of the door. "It's Friday afternoon. I know you don't have anything major due next week. We," he pulls out the papers and lighter with a flourish, "are getting baked."

Jonny sinks down next to TJ on the floor. "Can't we just get drunk like everyone else?"

TJ elbows him. "We can do that later." He rolls a couple of joints. If they don't smoke it all right away, they'll have some for later.

TJ lights the joint and takes the first hit. He passes it over to Jonny, who takes an expert hit and holds the smoke in his lungs. He can hold it longer than TJ, competitive freak. They pass the joint back and forth until it's almost burnt down.

Jonny is already turning toward him when TJ sits up on his knees so he can lean over Jonny and breathe the smoke of the last hit into his mouth. Jonny fumbles at his hand, still so responsible even when he's high, making sure they don't burn down the whole dorm.

They break apart to breathe, and then Jonny pulls at TJ and kisses him. This is the part TJ loves, when Jonny's all trying to be aggressive, but the pot makes him all slowed down and fascinated with what it feels like to touch and be touched. Jonny's pretty good about that anyway, doesn't need any encouragement to pile onto TJ's lap or throw an arm around him. It's better like this, time all syrupy slow and just the two of them behind a locked door.