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Coffee was invited over to hang out with his two lifelong friends. Whatever they do changed from hangout to hangout. One night they might be watching terrible horror movies. The kind that looks like it was made with a five dollar budget. Cash would be laughing his ass off at the terrible acting while Mutt critiqued the awful sound quality. Coffee was happy to be there.
Sometimes they'll play videogames for hours, switching between shooter and puzzle games. Other times, they simply enjoy each other's presence. Each one does their own thing while sitting near the other. Coffee would bring over a book and blankets, getting cozy on the couch. Mutt would bring over a puzzle and quietly work on it. Cash would get stupidly high and flirt with his friends.
Mutt would indulge, flirting back until the two are practically seconds away from pouncing on each other. Coffee was sure if he wasn't in the room with them, the two would find a way to stay busy. Whenever Cash flirted with the shyer skeleton, Coffee brushed it off. He liked Cash just the way he was: a friend he could talk to.
That's the way he would like to keep it.
He could never see himself and Cash being anything more. They've simply been friends for too long. If anything, Coffee saw Mutt and Cash being a pair. He always thought their personalities paired much better. They were both confident, playful and had a tinge of perversion.
Coffee was quite. Coffee could was shy and had a hard time going out. Coffee cringed at their lewd jokes and banter. That was fine by him. He simply enjoyed company and needed nothing more.
For today's hangout, Mutt and Cash we're gonna get high and eat a lot of junk food. Coffee was originally going to play video games. If needed, maybe take care of his friends while they were high out of their minds. Although with a little back and forth, they convinced him to take a puff. Just a liiiiiitle puff.
Coffee looked at the bong, tilting his head. He held the glass item in his hands, inspecting it and very confused as to what to do with it. He looked up towards Cash and Mutt, looking between them as a silent beg for help. The two sat on the couch, entertained by Coffee's confused demeanor.
Cash chuckled, already under the influence, “Come on! You seriously don't know how to huff a bong? Look, it's easy. The long mouth piece there? You inhale the smoke there.”
Mutt nodded, “We got the weaker shit for ya. It'll make your body feel all floaty. Pick a spot to get comfy and you'll feel all mellowed out.”
Coffee looked back at the bong. He was comfortable where he was. Blankets and pillows surrounded him on the floor, much like a nest. Eyeing the mouthpiece, Coffee brought the bong up closer to his mouth. He heavily misunderstood how he was supposed to use it.
Coffee places his sharp canine teeth over the end of the tube and…. Proceeded the try to take in as much as he could. Cash and Mutt quietly watched in absolute astonishment. For a quick moment, the two sobered up.
Mutt sat up, reaching out to take the bong away from Coffee, “Coffee—! It's not a dick. You don't suck off the whole neck—”
Cash quickly interrupted, moving his arm out against Mutt's chest. A feeble attempt to keep Mutt in place. “It does, Coffee. Don't listen to him, you gotta suck the whole thing for a good high.” Cash’s cheekbones were a deep, saturated purple. He shifted on the couch, crossing his legs and moving a pillow over his lap.
Mutt rolled his eyes, pushing Cash back, “It does not. Coffee, c’mon man, let go.” Pulling the bong away, Coffee wheezed. He hacked, covering his mouth. The taste of smoke lingered in the back of his throat and tears filled his sockets as he shakily recovered.
Mutt cleaned the neck with his shirt, “Ight, look. That was a terrible first hit. So lemme show you how to actually do it.” Mutt lifted the piece, placing it against his teeth. Creating a good enough seal as a skeleton could. Mutt took a long exhale. He placed the bong down by Coffee as purple and magenta smoke left through Mutt's nasal aperture. “That's how ya hit.”
Cash watched Coffee hesitatingly take the bong again. He nudged Mutt, leaning over and talking quietly. “Aw c’mon. We could've played with Coffee a lil more. You can't lie the show was kinda hot~”
Coffee took a proper hit, smoke traveling up the mouthpiece and into the smaller skeleton.
Mutt twitched. He shook his head and lowly growled back, “You don't fuck with someone during their first time with this stuff. You just don't and gotta take care of em.” Mutt ground his sharp teeth together, making a pitched scraping sound.
Cash continued his playful, unserious tone. “Ohhhh so serious. It was just a joke, no harm done.” He laughed it off, leaning back into the couch with a sly little smile.
Coffee’s abrupt hacking made the two skeleton's look over at the other. Smoke puffed out of every hole of his skull. He cringed, shaking his skull as if that would get rid of the unusual taste in his mouth. He shakily spoke up, his voice was quiet and meek. “H-How come I'm coughing and you guys aren't…? Am I doing something wrong?”
Cash nodded, “Yes— Oof-!!”
Mutt jammed his elbow into Cash, “No. Me and Cash are used to getting hella high and shit faced. You're gonna cough and wheeze, even on the weakest shit. If you decide to keep gettin’ high with us, it'll lessen.”
A alarm emitted from Mutt's pocket. He jolted, pulling out his phone and looking at the caller. He groaned, rolling his skull back, “For fucks sake…this is gonna ruin my high.”
Cash looked over, raising a brow, “Your brother? Pfft, let it go to voicemail.”
“You know I don't ignore my brother. Besides, he never calls me for no reason. For bullshit, he texts me. Anything else means it's probably serious.”
Coffee fanned himself. His usually empty sockets now had fuzzy eyelights. He whined, shifting to lay down in his nest. “My head is getting blurry…”
Mutt took the bong from Coffee, handing it to Cash, “That means it's working. Just lay down and enjoy the ride. Probably don't take another huff for awhile. Gimme a second.” He stood up, going to the kitchen to answer the phone call.
Cash watched Mutt leave the room, then turning his attention to Coffee, “Feeling light and relaxed yet?”
Coffee sprawled out, nodding along, “Yeah… I didn't know it was so… fast acting?”
“Hell yeah it is! We got wayyyy better weed and drugs then what those humans have. We got the good shit, something for any occasion.” Cash took a long drag, exhaling the smoke through his teeth as he continued. “Heh… unlike human drugs, we can make basically make a blend for whatever lil feeling we want. Aaaaaand can influence how long to make the high. Pfft… If any of those humans tried our drugs, they'd get sick pretty quick.”
Coffee nodded along, “I don't know… if I'll ever try getting high again. My brother would kill me if he found out I tried this. More accurately, I think he'd be so mad at you and Mutt since your the one supplying it… this high is relaxing though.”
“Your lil Royal Gaurd brother? I ain't afraid of him. The most he'll do is a long, annoying lecture about ‘Grrr! Don't get my brother hooked into that stuff! It's a gateway drug grrrr’ bullshit.” Coffee laughed, covering his mouth and looking away as he tried to muffle himself. “See?! You're laughing because it's true!”
“Noooo no… okay maybe. He just wants the best for me…”
“He's overprotective as all hell. He needs to let his lil baby brother make decisions. Not something crazy like hard drugs, just… let you fuckin breathe!”
Mutt came back into the room, wobbling and gathering his items: his keys and a charger. “I gotta go.”
Coffee sat up, swaying, “Go? Why? What's wrong?”
Mutt rubbed his temples, fumbling his stuff and obsessively texting on his phone. “My brother got injured during training. He's currently at the hospital and I wanna be there with him.”
Cash sat up, surprised and looking between Mutt and Coffee. “Geez— that bad? Do I gotta call a ride or something? You're not driving while stoned, right?”
“Me? Driving like this? Hell no, I already got a taxi on the way. Ay look, you two take it easy on the drugs and eat your souls out or whatever. Cash,” Mutt growled as he made his way to the door, “do not feed Coffee anything strong. He seems high enough. I'll text y'all when I get to the hospital.”
Cash nodded, gesturing to Coffee, “I got him all under control. Look at him. He's like a kitten on catnip. Coffee is just gonna nap the day away and eating pizza.”
Mutt opened the door, “Mhmm. Seriously Cash, take care of Coffee. Don't let him go home, just keep him here until he's sober and doesn't smell like weed.” Glancing quickly at Coffee he sighed. He left, closing the door behind him, albeit a little more force then usual. The room fell quiet.
Cash rolled his eye, taking one last drag before setting the bong down for awhile. “The hell man. Mutt is actin’ like I'm gonna make you do crack or something. How ya feeling down there Coffee? You think you can take another rip?” Coffee looked up at Cash, mulling it over. “It'll piss off your brother~ Consider it a way to sneakily break his tight ass rules.”
Coffee chuckled at the thought, “Y’know… the chance to be rebellious was when I was a teenager…” he reached out, grabbing the neck and placing the tip to his fangs and inhaling.
“Yeah well, consider it like… a hella late growth spurt, a rebel spurt if you will.”
Coffee hacked, much shorter then before. He rolled over onto his back, whining as he felt a new rush take over his body.
Cash purred as he watched, “See? You're getting the hang of this… I could see you being a stoner. Maybe edibles is more your thing. That shit seeps into your system evenly. Unlike bongs.” Cash stretched his foot out, rubbing over Coffee's stomach.
Coffee purred loudly, shuddering over the simple gesture, “O-Oh—! A-Am I supposed to get this sensitive?”
Cash cocked his head, “Sensitive…? Oh yeah— taking this stuff will have your magic acting up at first. Me and Mutt are used to this so its kinda like… more nullified?”
An idea popped into Cash’s head. He carefully watched Coffee's expression, dragging his foot lower and lower to the smaller's pelvis. He added slightly more pressure as he spoke. “…You're lucky. You get to have fun with that sensitivity. Ay, Coffee…” Cash got up, moving to the floor. He pushed in-between Coffee’s legs and leaned over with a smirk. “Wanna do something that will really piss your brother off?”
Confused, Coffee tilted his head and studied Cash’s expression, “What…? What are you—” He gasped. Cash’s hands ran under Coffee's jacket. The slow, soft slide over the ribs was almost enough for Coffee to moan out. It sent a cold chill up his bones.
“We can have a lil fun~ Just think… you're basically breaking two of your brother's bullshit rules. Drugs and sex~ Oh! Imagine the heart attack he would have if he found out his lil brother was having sex. So dirty~" Cash dragged his hands back down, over Coffee's spine and to his pants. He pulled it down, just enough to expose Coffee slightly.
“C-Cash— W-wait.” Coffee's clouded mind tried to catch up to what was happening around it. He blinked, trying to process what Cash was doing to him.
“C’mon, babe. Don't you wanna use this high to it’s full potential? You wanna feel really good and floaty?” Cash tugged Coffee's pants lower, fully exposing.
Coffee squeaked, trying to press his legs together. He covered himself with his hands as he squirmed. “Cash— I-I don't think we should. I don't think we should go further. G-Get me dressed and we can forget about—” Cold air nipped at Coffee's bones. His pants were fully yanked off and tossed aside.
“You'll feel good. Trust me~ This won't be as scary as you think.” His fingers lightly ran from the iliac crest to the pubic arch.
Coffee’s masculine ecto formed, just enough energy to make a cock. While being under the influence, it made Coffee's pale yellow magic glittery.
Cash purred, slowly pumping. He ran his thumb over the tip, giving a playful squeeze, “Poor thing~ Are the drugs makin’ ya soft? You can barely get it up~” Cash could feel a slight twitch in his hand. Slowly but surely, the base started to harden.
Coffee shook his head, weakly trying to push Cash’s hands away. Quiet whimpers and moans left the smaller skeleton as they shook their skull, “Th-That’s making me f-feel weird… P-Please— I don't wanna do this. I-I don't know h-how to use my ecto.”
Cash picked up the pace, his pierced tongue licked over the slit. The soft flick earned Cash a shakey gasp. “Pfft… are ya trying to tell me you're a virgin?”
Coffee's cheeks turned a bright yellow. He looked away and covered his mouth.
Cash paused, staring for a moment, “Holy shit. You are a virgin. Damn—! Seriously? Haven't you ever masterbated before or do some self exploring? Watch porn? Something!? I just find it hard to believe you've never done a lil self love to your body.”
Coffee huffed, mustering up a glare. It was as intimidating as a kitten puffing themselves up and looking like a fuzzy cotton ball. “I don't—! I—! I never thought about it much! I did other things to keep me busy.”
Cash squeezed the base of Coffee's cock. “Well, lemme be the first to pop that cherry then~ Hold still for me.” He ran his tongue from the base to the tip. Taking in the head, Cash gave a rough suck that made Coffee tense.
“Cash—!? What are you—” Without warning, Cash easily took in Coffee's entire member. Coffee wasn't the most gifted monster, but he had some fun ridges that made up for it.
Cash kept a moderate pacing, bringing himself up and slam himself back down. His tongue swirled around the shaft as he worked. What was probably most impressive is that he didn't have a gag reflex. Cash listened to Coffee progressively getting louder. The smaller's words were unintelligible, mixing with heavy pants and moans.
He reached down, palming himself through his tightened shorts. A violet purple glow flickered through the fabric. If Cash could, he'd already be nailing Coffee into the floor. Horny and violent thoughts flickered through his skull of what he wanted to do to Coffee. He wanted to grab Coffee's waist and hold him down. He wanted to make Coffee sob from overstimulation. He wanted to make the smaller skeleton see stars from intense orgasms.
Cash wanted Coffee to take it all.
The best part is that he was the first. The first to touch Coffee and make him shudder and squirm. It'll be an experience he won't forget. Cash was so lost in thought, he almost didn't notice Coffee sobbing out.
“C-Cash—! W-Wait—! I can't do this! I-I think I'm gonna—” Coffee tensed up. He covered his face as his drawn out groans echoed in the room. The smaller arched his back as his cock throbbed. Fully hard and erect, cum pumped into the back of Cash’s throat. It caught Cash off gaurd, making him cough. A mix of drool and cum dripped down his chin. Despite the mess, Cash swallowed what he could.
Cash pulled up with a wet pop. He lapped up any remaining cum, “Fuck, ya taste so sweet~ I can't believe you've been holding this pretty cock out on me~ You came so fast too~” Cash sat up, wiping away any left over fluids from his mouth.
A quiet sniffle emitted from Coffee as he trembled.
Cash cocked a brow, smirking, “Ay, lemme see you.” He reached out, grabbing onto Coffee's wrists. With a little force, Coffee's hands were yanked away from his face. His sockets were wet with streaks of heavy tears running down his cheekbones. His sockets looked tired and his eyelights pulsed weakly.
Cash tilted his head as a purr rumbled from his chest, “Heh… that's a cute—”
WHAM!!!
“Gah-!! What the fuck Coffee!?” Cash held the side of his skull. He felt his teeth rattle from the hard slap across the face. For a second, he saw stars and wobbled as he tried to regain his bearings.
Coffee’s brows furrowed and he sniffled. It was almost concerning how hard Coffee was shaking, “Y-You!! You, you…!? Y-You asshole!! You unbelievable asshole!! What is wrong with you!?”
Cash huffed, rubbing his cheek as he pissily copied the same attitude, “What!? Are you really going to look at me and tell me you didn't like it? You were practically humping my face and moaning like a bitch in heat!”
“It's—! You—! YES! I didn't like that!! You just—!! Kept going and it was so overwhelming for me! You just kept going and I wanted you to stop. Y-You didn't stop…” Coffee scooted away, closing his legs and trying to cover himself as best as he could. “Th-This isn't how I wanted my first time to go! I don't know how I imagined it but… not like this.”
Cash rolled his eye and scoffed, “Oh please, you're being dramatic Coffee. It was just a blowjob. That was like, the most basic and vanilla sex.”
Coffee glared. It was much more hateful and intimidating then before, “You don't get it! I just—! I just wanted to try getting high with you! I just wanted to hang out with you. I just wanted to be your friend! I didn't want all of,” he gestured to himself and Cash, “this to happen!!… I want to go home. I need time to myself!”
Coffee stood up, albeit with some trouble. His legs wobbled as he snatched up his pants. Quickly, they were tugged on as Coffee held back tears. Hot, messy tears that threatened to fall. “I don't know how to feel about you anymore! I don't know how to feel about you in general!”
Cash followed, getting up and waving his hands around, “Look, this was just some stupid fun just to secretly get back at your brother! We just had sex! That's it! Everyone likes sex and nobody acts weird about it like you!”
“I don't like sex.” As Coffee turned to face Cash, the corners of his mouth trembled. Globs of tears ran down his chin. His eyelights were pinpricks as he patted his pockets for his phone. Upon finding it, he cried and angrily pointed a finger at Cash. “Don't text me. Don't call me. Don't even show up at my fucking house! I want you far away from me.”
Coffee stumbled to the door. He was still very much high. His body was light. Each step felt like he was on clouds. The world felt like it was spinning.
Cash sighed, stepping forward to grab the smaller skeleton, “C'mon, Coffee. You can't walk out there, you're still high as fuck—”
Like a feral cat, Coffee hissed and got loud. Much, much louder then what he's ever been before. “Let go of me!!” Cash was shoved hard. He landed on his ass and looked up at Coffee in a daze. “Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again! I am going to call a ride and this will be the last time you ever see me. Do you understand me!? I don't ever want you approaching me again!”
With a final, knife twisting glare, Coffee left. He didn't close the door on his way out. The door banged against the wall, hard enough where nearby pictures fell off the nails. The defeated skeleton walked out onto the side walk and sobbed. With the trembling and affects of the weed, he couldn't stand properly anymore. He collapsed onto the floor, desperately holding onto his phone.
Cash got up, peering out the door. He watched as Coffee fumbled, trying to talk to whoever was on the other end of the call. Through ugly crying, there was desperate demands to be picked up and begging.
Something made Coffee shake his head. He tried to force his words out. His voice ended up cracking as his gasped in-between cries.
Cash quietly grabbed the door handle, watching Coffee having an increasingly concerning breakdown.
He then quietly closed the door.
Out of sight, out of mind.