"You get it?" Christian asks, and Jason stumbles over the mess on the floor - sinks down onto the sagging couch. Christian is naked - sweating - gaunt in the summer heat. His hair stringing to his shoulders and his hands trembling.
Blood on his arm from the last hit he took and Jason bends down and licks it clean, his own shaking hands already pushing at his jeans, dropping the speedball into Christian's lap.
"I got it, fucking cook it up, wanna be in you when it goes in...."
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Blood on his arm from the last hit he took and Jason bends down and licks it clean, his own shaking hands already pushing at his jeans, dropping the speedball into Christian's lap.
"I got it, fucking cook it up, wanna be in you when it goes in...."