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Teenage rebellion was something Eugene wanted to experience badly.
Yes, he had experienced dangerous things and put others in danger, including himself — but nothing like spraying graffiti on the outer walls of a library or train surfing at night or setting off makeshift bombs inside of an abandoned building.
Eugene Ottinger wasn't the kind of guy to get into that kind of stuff. He was a good kid: calm, collected, thoughtful and kind.
He really wished he wasn't known as someone like that though.
That's why he was snooping around Ajax's room, looking for a specific black box he had definitely seen in his hands before. He had T-minus 15 minutes to find the damn thing — the box where Ajax stored his weed and edibles.
Eugene couldn't really remember where exactly he got the idea to try edibles from, but it was an insatiable urge he needed to indulge in.
He rummaged through his closets and drawers — probably, definitely invading his privacy — before finding the box between a pink beanie and a white beanie.
He opened it carefully, taking one of the bags out of the box. The zip lock bag he picked out was a bag of orange gummies labeled as 'the good stuff' in black sharpie, which most likely wasn't true, but Eugene didn't care. He pocketed the pungent little bag, tossed the box into the drawer and closed it, making sure everything was in its place before dashing out of Ajax's dorm. Getting caught was something he wouldn't have been able to talk himself out of.
Once Eugene arrived to his own dorm, he threw the bag into his closet, thankful for the emptiness of the room. Pugsley was somewhere else, not in the dorm, which made Eugene sigh in relief — he knew Pugsley's curiousity would get the best of him, and he didn't want to deal with that.
He was going to eat that good stuff all by himself, and have the time of his life.
Eugene was a wuss.
He was that much of a wuss, that he told Pugsley about the very secret and very dangerous plastic bag in his possession. And where he got it from. And what he wanted to do with it.
And Pugsley asked to join, almost going as far as to threaten to tattle on him — which wasn't very Addams-like, but it made sense; Pugsley was his best friend, and the memories they made were ones that they would remember forever.
Now, the two sat criss-cross on Pugsley's bed — the top bunk — the bag sitting between them like a piece of evidence to be examined and disposed of.
"So like," Pugsley started, after a while of silence. "We just eat it?"
Eugene nodded, pushing his glasses up. "Yeah, apparently we're supposed to feel something after 30-ish minutes, so the sooner we start, the better."
"You... researched this?" Pugsley asked, a small, mischevious smile playing at his lips.
Eugene did do his research — who was he to dive into the world of drugs without research? Would he really be the Eugene Ottinger if he didn't? Was that a bad thing?
"Hellooo," Pugsley waved his hand in front of Eugene's face. "Don't think so much, dude. Let's just do it!"
"Yeah," he sighed, letting his shoulders fall. "Let's do it."
Eugene's hands wobbled from the nervousness he felt as his fingers reached for the little bag, surprisingly brushing against Pugsley's own fingers, startling him.
"Sorry," Pugsley mumbled, pulling his hands way.
"'s okay," Eugene's voice was quiet. He could feel heat creep up onto his cheeks, embarrassingly. He wished he could shout at his body to stop making his life more miserable than it already was.
He opened the zip lock, turning the bag into his hand, shaking two gummies out. He closed the bag, set it down, then picked one edible up from his palm, extending it to Pugsley.
Pugsley stared for a while, making Eugene shove his hand further forward impatiently.
Pugsley then let his eyes flutter shut, exhaling, before opening his mouth as he leaned down to eat the gummy off Eugene's fingers.
Eugene had yet to eat his edible, yet he already felt like he was levitating to another galaxy. Another universe. Another whole existance.
Pugsley seemed to notice Eugene's speechlessness, giving him a raised eyebrow and a smile that made something twist in his stomach.
"What?"
"What what?" Eugene stuttered, looking down at the bag, then his hand with his edible on it.
"You look funny," Pugsley smiled, leaning back on his hands. "Don't be nervous, it tastes nice!"
"I'm not sure I trust your tastes," Eugene said, putting the gummy in his mouth anyway. It tasted like an orange — which was probably the reason why the gummy was orange, duh — and it stuck to his teeth and braces uncomfortably. Great.
"Well?" Pugsley tilted his head, waiting for the verdict.
"It's," Eugene needed to stop staring. "It's okay, I guess. I don't taste anything strange."
That answer seemed to satisfy Pugsley. He nodded thoughtfully at Eugene, before collapsing onto his back, the bed creaking as he did.
"Now what?" Pugsley's voice sounded strained, likely because his head was tilted back over the edge of his pillow. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his spit, making Eugene's cheeks hot.
"Now we wait," Eugene said, huffing as he threw his legs over the edge of the bunk, jumping down to the floor. "I'm gonna do my homework."
"Boring!"
"Sure is," he said, sitting down at his desk. If the wait was going to be long, he was going to spend it wisely.
It was between math and science worksheets when Eugene noticed something strange.
His mouth was oddly dry. He could feel every curve and sharp line his pencil drew into the paper in the very cores of his bones.
He felt crazy.
"Pugs'," he turned, unintentionally whispering at the boy on the top bunk, deeply immersed in some grotesque comic book. "Dude!"
"What?" Pugsley's voice was insanely loud, and his smile was odd-looking.
"Do you feel anything?"
"I feel everything, bro," Pugsley nodded, getting up from the bed, almost levitating down the ladder. The grin he wore on his face was stretchy like gummy, and Eugene wasn't sure if weed was the only thing they had. How much was in one gummy?
Pugsley approached Eugene, who still sat at the desk, clutching his pencil in his hand so hard it almost snapped. He dropped his hands onto Eugene's shoulders, squeezing as he leaned into his ear.
"What about you, Genie?" he asked, voice sending shivers down Eugene's spine and thighs, all the way from his head to his toes. His grip on Eugene's shoulders felt firm, making Eugene radiate warmth like a space heater in the middle of winter.
Eugene couldn't think. He could only stare.
"Um," he started, mouth opening and closing.
"That's okay, man, let's feel together!" Pugsley squealed, pulling Eugene's chair away from his desk. He grabbed onto his hands, making Eugene's blood pump faster through his heart as Pugsley pulled him up from the seat.
Pugsley guided the two to Eugene's bed, urging and ushering Eugene to sit down on the bed. Eugene, who wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not, sat on the bed with the same carefulness of a frail little grandma.
Pugsley couldn't give two shits about grandma Eugene, though. He pushed Eugene down onto the bed by his shoulders, his head thudding against the soft pillow on the bed. In one swift move, he straddled Eugene's hips, pinning him down like he owed him money.
"I'm gonna get you to feel everything, man," Pugsley grinned wickedly, a fearful instinct blooming in Eugene's heart, even though he nodded in agreement.
Pugsley first brought his hands to Eugene's own, circling his fingers on the palms of his hands. The sensation was odd, like his palms were oceans and Pugsley's fingers were a fleet of pirate ships, sailing away.
Then Pugsley raked his fingers across Eugene's lower arms, going all the way up to his shoulders, then back down, and up again.
Eugene felt his breath hitch when Pugsley's cold, electrifying hands found his chest and throat. He traced the lines on Eugene's T-shirt, the collar of it and his collarbones peeking out.
"Pugsley," Eugene tried to warn, to no avail; Pugsley couldn't hear a word he was saying. Eugene squeezed his eyes shut, then grabbed onto Pugsley's vibrating arms.
"Pugsley!" he shouted, but it was far too late. Pugsley's attention was finally on him, but for an entirely different reason.
"Genie," Pugsley whispered, the manic grin on his face softening into a small smile. "Are you hard, dude?"
Eugene was mortified, yet unable to do anything else other than blush profusely and look up at Pugsley with his mouth agape.
Then Pugsley began giggling.
He giggled, while sitting on top of Eugene, who was insanely hard against his friend's butt.
"Oh Genie," he cooed, tilting his body to rock against Eugene's mellowly. "Me too," he whispered, giggling more as if it were the funniest thing ever. Pugsley's clothed erection brushed his, making him gasp. The sensation was not enough and yet too much at the same time. Eugene felt like he was suffocating.
"Pugs— Pugsley," his voice broke, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer, to feel his weight trap him under, to feel his body temperature — his body.
He wasn't sure if he should be doing this, hell, he was sure that this wasn't something friends just casually did! Friends do not grind against each other and touch each other when high, but they did.
Pugsley's soft grinds against Eugene became harder, rougher thrusts. The friction between the fabric of their pants and their cocks was all too much.
It didn't take long for Eugene to be reduced to a moaning mess. He felt like he was on cloud 9; Like angels were serenading him and birds chirped in harmony and sunlight kissed his skin. He felt holy, heavenly.
In reality, the choir voices surrounding him were actually his and Pugsley's desperate groans and gasps blending into one lewd mess. The beams of sunlight kissing his skin were the small sparks of electricity seeping through Pugsley's clothes into his own, Pugsley losing himself in the pleasure, too.
The two rocked against each other, limbs tangled as their voices echoed in the small dorm.
Eugene tilted his head, glasses slipping off his face into some foreign crevice of the bed. "Pugsley," he moaned, fingers digging into his striped sweater like he was clinging onto the edge of a cliff.
Pugsley's hips stuttered as they slowed down, his head snapping to look at Eugene with pupils blown wide and drool rolling down his chin.
Eugene didn't know what else to do but kiss his best friend.
It happened so fast. He tilted his head upwards, catching Pugsley's lips between his own. Soon the two were letting their tongues explore each other as their hips picked up their pace again.
He couldn't feel anything else but his heart anymore.
With a shout, he came, body spasming as he let himself go. He could feel something sharp against his neck, but he couldn't react. All he saw was white, all he heard was white noise.
He squeezed his eyes shut, praying for the world to quiet down.
"—ene, Eugene, Eugene," a voice called from somewhere far, far away.
"Eugene."
He opened his eyes.
Everything around him was blurry for a moment, before becoming clear again, something cold touching his ears.
He blinked, then looked around.
Pugsley was sitting on top of him again, this time expression more serious than clown-like.
"Dude," he gasped, shaking Eugene by the shoulders. "Are you alive?"
Eugene blinked again, this time making sure to screw his eyes shut, before opening them back up again, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows, looking up at the worried boy's face above.
"I think so," he murmured, voice stranger than what he remembered.
Pugsley sighed in relief, letting his face relax.
"I'm glad," he exhaled, collapsing atop of Eugene again. He nuzzled his face into his neck, licking a stripe up his jugular. His skin burned, it felt like he'd been bitten.
His pants were wet, soaked through and through, just like Pugsley's.
But he could take care of that later.
For now, he just wanted to sleep.