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Spider rolled the leaf carefully, his smaller and more nimble fingers working to keep the blunt tight and compact. He pressed it into one more roll before he picked it up and licked the edges, sealing it with practiced ease. The blond held it up, examining the blunt for imperfections; smiling when he found none.
The human held it up to Tarsem – the warrior moving closer and narrowing his eyes as he studied the small object. “It is strange... We take the herbs and moss, ground them and roll it up in this specific leaf... Light it up and then... Inhale?”
Spider nodded.
“Yup,” He said, lip popping after the ‘puh’ sound.
Tarsem jumped at the noise and laughed, always finding it funny whenever Spider did that. Spider just shook his head and grabbed the pack of matches he brought with him. “Then we just strike this against here – and boom, instant fire. Oh, but don’t touch this part after it burns out, hurts like a mother fucker.”
The warrior tilted his head, tail twitching behind him, “What is a mo-there foh-curr?”
Spider chuckled at Tarsem’s attempt at the English curse, shifting in his crouch to properly face the warrior. “It’s... Well, actually – you probably don’t want to know.” He crinkled his nose as he thought of the implications.
Human’s have such weird swear words and phrases.
Spider cleared his throat, focusing back on the blunt in his fingers. “So, you sure you wanna do this?”
Tarsem nodded, “You said it feels nice – light, like you are floating?”
Spider grinned, “Yeah – it’s nice. But it also kinda fucks with your perception of like... everything. But it typically only lasts like thirty minutes to an hour. Once it kicks in, I mean.”
“What is thirty minutes?” Tarsem looked confused.
Spider smacked his head, or rather his mask, as he replied quickly, “Sorry, uh... Human perception of time. It’s roughly half of the length of eclipse! So you'll start coming down after roughly half of the eclipse to anywhere just after the eclipse.” The human explained.
Tarsem hummed in understanding, “Okay, I will try.” The warrior nodded.
Spider chuckled, “Hell yeah, bro,” He passed Tarsem the blunt, motioning for him to put it between his lips. Tarsem did so, feeling so odd – but kept still as he watched Spider open the pack of matches and light one up. His eyes widened, watching the match burn into a bright, brilliant flame. Building a decent fire took a few moments, but with the match and the match box, it was instant.
Human technology would always fascinate him – even though technically an old match box is a very old, very outdated piece of technology. It still amazed him though, nonetheless.
Spider brought the match forward, instructing Tarsem to breath in.
It all seemed crazy – but he did as he was told, breathing in through the blunt; watching the small dancing flames get sucked in. He could feel a heavy cloud slip from his lips and into his mouth, travelling down his neck and into his lungs.
“Nice!” Spider grinned.
Tarsem pulled the blunt from his mouth, brow furrowing as he tried to exhale the smoke but start coughing as it tickled his throat. He held it out to Spider, as if saying ‘take that shit away from me right now’. Spider resisted the urge to howl with laughter, taking the blunt from the warrior.
He settled for a devious snicker; mischievous grin on his tanned face. “Don’t worry, Tarsem,” Spider tilted his head in amusement, eyes crinkling at the edges in the way Tarsem absolutely adored. “Everyone’s first toke ends like that.”
Tarsem nearly forgot about his coughing fit just moments ago. He could feel the heat raise to his cheeks but he just grinned back at Spider. He was about to comment about Spider not taking a drag yet – but then he paused, thinking back to the human’s words. “Wait – who is everyone?” He asked, puzzled.
Who else had fallen prey to Spider’s adventures in getting high in Pandora?
Spider just smirked and gave a little half-shrug. “Lo’ak, Kiri... Some of the other Omatikaya teens... Maybe Neteyam once or twice.”
Tarsem’s eyes widened.
He hadn’t been surprised about Lo’ak and Kiri, or even some of the other kids around their age – what really surprised him was Neteyam. From what he’s seen, the oldest Sully sibling was the perfect child. Strong, dependable, a tough warrior and caring older brother; trained by the Toruk Makto as the perfect son. “I never would have thought...” He murmured, blinking.
Spider just smiled, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I mean I had a hard time believing it at first, too. But he needs to let go every once in a while too, you know? I know warrior stuff and Jake can be a lot to handle...” The blond said quietly, shifting on his feet.
Tarsem cocked his head.
He didn’t understand the tawtute phrase translated into a Na’vi phrase – but he still felt he knew what Spider meant. If he understood, Spider was insinuating that Jake was sometimes hard on everyone.
But that was his job as their Olo’eyktan – he had to be hard and firm, to keep his people safe during their raids and missions. He needed to keep them well-guarded, protected and safe; stocked up with all the supplies they needed, as well as keeping or destroying the tech and materials being delivered to Bridgehead City.
Tarsem pulled himself from his thoughts, instead focusing on the human teen who lifted his mask to suck the smoke into his mouth. He lowered the blunt and carefully put his mask back on before sealing it – only then inhaling the smoke into his lungs. The human held it in, squinting his eyes briefly in a small smile, making Tarsem’s heart flutter.
Spider lifted his exo-pack just a bit, blowing the smoke out through the minuscule opening. He could just exhale in his mask and let the filter do its thing but he figured he wouldn’t try and overwork the system. Introducing new gasses or smoke could potentially damage it and Spider didn’t want to test that theory at the moment, having no back up on him because he may have accidentally left it back at the Sully marui. He adjusted his mask and looked back to Tarsem, seeing the taller being staring down at him – a strange but soft look on his face.
It made Spider flush and he diverted his eyes, fingers picking at the hem of his tewng.
The human passed the blunt back to Tarsem, watching through blond lashes as the warrior brought the packed leaf to his mouth, pressing his lips against the blunt as he inhaled again – deep and drawn out, just like Spider.
It made the blond smile, lowering his head at the warm feeling in his chest.
Tarsem blew the smoke out, letting it drift away and dissipate in the breeze, all while keeping his gaze locked on the smaller teen. Spider was all shy smiles, drawing a puff of laughter from the warrior. He moved closer, raising the blunt back to Spider.
The human took it; removing his mask just as he had moments ago and taking a deep drag to settle in his mouth before resealing his mask and breathing the smoke in with the filtered air.
Spider licked his lips; Tarsem’s golden eyes flicking down from the sudden movement. The warrior looked back up, peering into the human’s half-lidded doe eyes and watching as Spider fully pulled his mask off, raising himself up on his knees to better match Tarsem’s height – and pull the older Na’vi close to him.
Their faces were mere inches apart, Tarsem’s heart racing in his chest as Spider’s lips parted, his dark eyes shooting down to Tarsem’s mouth. The warrior opened his mouth on impulse, watching as Spider leaned closer; lips ghosting over his as he slowly blew the smoke out. Tarsem, having no idea what the human was doing but still somehow understanding – just inhaled the smoke. It slipped down his throat and into his lungs, filling him with both the thick smoke and taste of the human’s air.
Spider just grinned lazily, sitting back down, mask somehow back on his face.
Tarsem blinked, having not even realized Spider had put it back on. He was too busy feeling the smoke burn into his lungs along with the taste of Spider that he hadn’t even seen him do so. Suddenly, he grinned – this must be what Spider was talking about; feeling high.
He let a soft chuckle out, deciding that he liked it.
Especially if Spider was going to be doing it like that with him.
The human just giggled in turn before squeezing the cherry off with his fingers. He made sure the blunt was completely burnt out before putting it down in his lap – he didn’t want to chance burning down the forest; didn’t want to risk hurting Pandora or Eywa over something so small and dumb.
“That is called shot-gunning, believe it or not.” Spider stated, peering back up at Tarsem.
The Omatikaya teen grinned, “I like it,” He retorted, voice light and heavy with amusement.
Spider giggled again, finding Tarsem’s own giddy amusement so funny. Seeing how everyone reacted to being high for the first time was always so amusing. Kiri drifted between being giggly and totally relaxed while Lo’ak got all touchy-feely and needy in a sense – it was all so amusing. Neteyam chilled right out; growing quiet and sleepy because his mind finally got a chance to breath from the stress of everything piling up on his shoulders all the time.
Tarsem shifted, leaning over the smaller being. “Perhaps you should try it again but with no smoke this time,” He suggested, voice more husky than it was a moment ago.
Spider smiled as he tilted his head up, closing the distance between the two. His mask bumped into Tarsem’s nose and he let a soft giggle out, watching as the Na’vi’s ears flicked back. “You’re just lucky I learned to hold my breath for a long time,” The human reached up, tapping the tip of Tarsem’s nose.
Tarsem smirked in response, his tail flicking from side to side.
The human took a few deep breaths in before lifting his mask again. Spider moved up on his knees as he dragged Tarsem closer, pressing his soft lips firmly into the other’s mouth. He moved his lips against Tarsem’s rougher lips; tongue poking out to lick, making the Na’vi’s lips part.
Spider tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he felt Tarsem’s larger hands grip at his hips, practically wrapping around the whole of his body, sending warm vibrations through his tanned skin.
His head and body felt light; adding to the experience of kissing the warrior – something Spider was sure he could get used to.