Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Two

Warning(s): 
Explicit language 
Mentions of drug abuse
Violence 
Explicit Sexual Situations 

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I press my lips to Duff's cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, his chest, his abdomen...

He groans, his eyes tightening a moment as he stretches, his hand in my hair as my lips press just below his navel and he looks at me.

"Good morning." I say to him, giving one last kiss to his skin before he's pulling me up to peck at his lips.

"Good morning." He replies as I lay beside him, my leg swung over his waist, my cheek against his left bicep.

"Did you sleep good?" I ask him next and he nods.

"Did you?"

"Yeah." I reply, kissing his cheek again, and he grins.

"Okay, if you're gonna be all lovey, I'm gonna go brush my teeth." He goes to sit up but I stop him.

"No." I whine, keeping him to the bed with my leg.

"Viv, I probably taste like vodka and cigarettes." He complains with a chuckle.

"I don't care." I insist and he looks at me. "What? It doesn't bother me."

He shakes his head a little, brushing my hair out of my face before he kisses me again, and I push my tongue past his lips, sighing when he wraps his arm tighter around my waist.

When we pull away, I notice an abnormality in his right bicep, a wedge shaped scar, and furrow my brows a little.

He notices and looks at his arm.

"It was a water skiing accident at this lake when I was like 13. I was pulled under and the muscle was stripped from here," his fingers grazing from his elbow to his shoulder, "all the way up here. I almost drowned." He informs me, and I look at him, the thought of him drowning at age twelve is hard to think about. "I saw the light and just felt the warmth of people that had passed on that I knew...it was weird, but, like, it wasn't scary. It happened really fast." He adds.

"Are you scared to die, now?" I ask him out of curiosity and he shakes his head a little, his fingers brushing against my cheek.

"No. I'm not. After that experience I decided it's gonna be a good place I go when I die." He states and I smile.

"I can't imagine you going anywhere but some place good, Duff. You're too kind to go anywhere else." I assure him and he chuckles a little, before kissing at my hand.

"What about you?" He asks and I let out a breath.

"I'm not scared of death in the sense of where I'm going afterwards, I know where I'm going and it's no place to be scared of...it's just how I'm going to die, when I'm going to die, and the effect it will have on my loved ones. That's what scares me." I explain. "But at the same time I wouldn't want to know how I'm going to die, or when, or what happens to everybody after I go."

"Well, no, because that would be a bummer looming over you constantly." He points out.

"Exactly." I agree. "I'll go whenever God's decided my work here is done, but if he can just let me pass peacefully in my sleep, I won't mind."

"No strokes, no getting shot, no weed brownie..." he trails off starting to laugh and I try not to laugh. "...overdoses." he manages to get out through his laughter.

"It's not funny." I tell him, biting my cheek to keep from chuckling.

"Or crab infestations." He adds.