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Smoke

A brow arched, watching Ever as he thought it over. It was a little surprising when he decided against it, but Zeke's response was a roll of shoulders(best he could laying down), and a soft, amused smile.

"You're probably right." Absolutely right. Zeke remembered smoking, the cost, the irritation that came with misplacing a lighter, or from people always asking to bum one. He huffed, yawned, then slid the arm at Ever's hip up along his back to the back of his neck so he could tug at him. Pulling him down so he could steal the taste of smoke from pale lips.

Firsts

A brow twitched up, amused, as Ever bypassed his original question to answer an entirely different one.

And he'd known the life Ever had come from; Sunday school and youth group, church on weekends, small towns, and small minds. Sheltered. Of course even knowing, even having experienced it himself, it still caught him off guard at times.

"That's not what I asked you," he mused, taking the jug and taking a drink himself before offering it back. "But if you're really curious."

A thumb smoothed over his mouth, wiping away any lingering juice, then he was propping himself up against the wall. "Fourteen, at youth group. The girl was a couple years older than me, and stereotypical rebellious. If her parents were going to force her to be there, she was going to have fun." One long leg drew up, and he draped his arm across it. "Incidentally, she was my first hand job a year later. Guess she thought I was cute."

He paused, glancing down at the nails on his other hand. "How about when you first realized you were attracted to guys?" Not his original question, but similar content, and just as interesting to the Mist.

Firsts

It was the most uncomfortable he'd ever seen the other man and that had him battling over conflicting desires. He wanted to dig, picking at the blonde, until he could pry every last reluctant detail from him, regardless of consequences. If it had been almost anyone else looking back at him, that's exactly what he would have done. Selfish, but true.

For a moment or two he was quiet, expression thoughtful as he looked down at Ever and his orange juice, then the corner of tanned lips twitched, almost a smile, before he slid to the edge of the bed and reached for the juice.

Another drink, then it was set between his feet, and he was lifting a hand to smooth it along the back of Ever's shoulders until fingers brushed pale hair. "I was drunk," he offered mildly, by way of shifting the topic back to himself. "Ended up at what I later learned was a gay bar with a bunch of girlfriends. I can't remember his name. But when he kissed me I kissed back."

Semi-Permanent

Ever woke up just mildly hung over, still foggy, mouth too dry. Maybe instead of alcohol he should have had more water, more juice, and he stared at the ceiling blankly for a long moment before realizing where he was. Not his bed. Not his room. Zeke's. Right.

He turned his head, slowly, to peer down at the body next to him -- and then frowned, slowly, reaching out to nudge blankets out of the way and take in the weird dark smudge down Zeke's spine --

Semi-Permanent

Ever considered it very soberly for a moment, fingers lingering against skin, before he met Zeke's eyes -- and then, thankfully, he smiled, a bright blossom of a smile with just a hint of something teasing behind it. He still looked wiped, honestly, but at least this was closer to normal.

"Is that meant to be us?" False innocence didn't suit him.

Semi-Permanent

The act of asking, alone, was enough to make Ever's expression melt some, back toward something distracted and uncertain, reminded of the strangeness. His reply, though, was a shrug: to let it slide off of him. Water off a duck's back, and he fought for it, even if he couldn't quite manage it.

Instead he focused on the picture, licking his thumb before scrubbing at it, trying to wipe it away. No such luck. It'd take more than a spit and a wish. "Did you take pictures? Of the rest."

Semi-Permanent

Ever took it -- looked -- and smiled again, a wide smile. He couldn't exactly page through the rest of Zeke's pictures, but he'd look at this one until the phone screen, and then he'd look up again.

"Send me that? I'll figure out how to find it.."