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[toruvi]

Getting blasted with Levi on 4/20 where he smokes you out for the first time. Well, initially it was an entire party planned by his roommate Erwin. You're merely neighbors but have hung around the two often enough that they invited you over. Though when it gets a little too hot inside the apartment and maybe a little too loud you just need to step outside on their patio real quick for a breath of fresh air.

And with that step outside comes a faintly cool relief of the spring air. Accompanied with the slow lo fi beats emanating from Levi's phone that lays on the table. Next to it, a halfway, meticulously packed bowl and the man himself fixing it. His eyes are faintly pink when they peer up at you. You nod toward him in acknowledgement, and he scoots over on the bench to give you a spot to sit down.

"So this is where you went."

He grunts, continuing his work as he chews on his bottom lip. "Hange took three too many shots."

You laugh, your shoulder brushing into his as you lean back. He gently pats the packed bowl down with the butt of his lighter, then offers it to you.

"Ah--I don't really know how to light it and stuff--uh. Furlan usually does it for me."

His brow raises. "Furlan? He just burns the entire bowl in one go. It's almost a waste."

"Is that why my lungs feel like they're on fire when he does it?"

Levi shakes his head with a low, barely audible chuckle. "Shit. He couldn't even bother to teach you? Here, hold this and I'll show you."

He leans in to hand you the bong and that's when you start to smell the faint scent of his cologne--hell, maybe even his laundry detergent.

"When I light, you inhale. When this gets filled with smoke," he taps over the bong gently in the gaps of your fingers. "You suck harder. Got it?"

You stare at the lighter in his veiny right hand for a bit too long without an answer.

"Hey."

Levi clicks his tongue and you blink away the string of thoughts threatening to flood your mind in this proximity.

"Yeah. Got it," you murmur. He stares for a couple seconds before clearing his throat.

"Ready?"

"Mhm."

When he lights, you do just as he said. He's watching intently as the flame flickers away, replaced with a gentler orange glow in the bowl instead. "Go slow--yeah. That's it."

The praise shoots a soft burn straight down your stomach. His voice lowers as his fingers hover over the bowl.

"Gonna take this out, then you can go harder, yeah?"

It's taking all your concentration not to choke on the air when your eyes meet his. They flicker between yours and your lips. The glass clinks as he lifts the bowl, and Levi looks at you expectantly.

"There you go... Good."

Well, it was good until the second line of praise really distracted you. You cough and hold the bong away. As if he was ready for it, he's taking it out of your hands with that same baritonal chuckle.

"Hm. Better than Furlan at least."

Grinning, you take a deep, clean breath. "Pft."

He takes a hit of the bong like an expert, easily allowing the high to wash over him. He leans back against the bench with you, tilting his head up whilst exhaling the long trail of smoke.

Whether or not he realizes it, his shoulder is pressed heavily into yours. There's even a slight tilt of his head against you.

"How're you feeling?" He asks, running his hand through his hair.

"Baked."

"Yeah, me too."

"You usually stay out here during the parties?"

"Prefer to smoke out here. It's quieter. Sometimes they can be..."

"A lot?"

Nodding, he moves to light the bong again. "Want another?"

You watch how the muscles shift in his shoulders as he reaches for the lighter. "Kay."

He blinks back you. Though it's brief, there is that glance down to your lips again. You wonder if he realizes it. You wonder what he's thinking. If they're the same things as you. The silent, tense.moments like that may be brief, but they're starting a little too hot of a flame for you to ignore.

Again, he offers the first hit. It's taken graciously. He repeats those encouraging words as a reminder of the initial lesson. Inhale slow, when he pulls out, go harder.

But when you try to huff out away from his face, his delicate fingers cup the side of your chin. His thumb keeps your mouth open. He leans in and you freeze, your chest hammering at how damn close he's gotten so suddenly. How you can now smell the spearmint gum he must've been chewing earlier. How the pad of his thumb stays perched on your skin... How those silvery blue eyes hold that expectant look again for an entirely different reason than earlier.

He instructs, so quietly you barely hear it over the boisterous laugher from inside his apartment.

"Go on."

Somehow, it clicks in your mind. You exhale and he allows the smoke between his own lips. They may not be touching yours but you swear you could feel them anyway. The high fills your head like the smoke he takes in, bleeds into every vein in your body and brain. After he blows away from you, Levi let's go of your chin. His cheeks have grown pink.

"Do you wanna--um," Levi hesitates, swallowing down what feels like his nerves. Funny, considering the move he just pulled on you. "Wanna stay the night?"

"Okay," you breathe, pressing your thighs together. Out of the corner of your eye, Levi's arm resting over the back of the bench flexes and shifts. His hand grips the wood tightly. "Yeah, sure."