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“Here. It’s easy,” he says, leaning toward me and wrapping his lips around the tube. He inhales, and I watch as he holds it in his lungs before exhaling slowly. Some even comes out of his nose in an impressive display. I wonder if he can make those little smoke rings too. I’ll have to ask.
He hands it back to me, still standing far too close. I’m worried if I move to the right, my leg will brush against his thigh…maybe even touch his dick.
Maybe I should get high to make it through this. Might as well.
I wrap my lips around the tube and take a hit, coughing loudly when the smoke enters my lungs just like I did with Holden.
Atlas swats at my back roughly, a laugh escaping his mouth.
“Careful, man,” he says. “Don’t die. The birds will make off with your eyeballs.”
I shiver at the thought. No thank you. I like my eyeballs right where they are.
Atlas takes another hit, and then I do three more, already starting to feel lightheaded and like my inhibitions are lowered. Maybe I don’t need to be dressed for this. Maybe I should lose my shirt. It is a nice, balmy night. No need for all this fabric. Where did I think I was going? Alaska? I wouldn’t survive on a homestead. I’m notthathandy.
Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt off, and I can feel Atlas’s eyes trailing down my chest. But for some reason, I don’t mind it—not at all—because I feel like I’m floating. Why have I never smoked weed out of a coconut before? I should have jumped on this bandwagon years ago. It would have helped with my anxiety.
I actually don’t think South Dakota has coconuts, but maybe I could grow one inside my room. Or buy it from a fancy grocery store. Just so I can smoke from it.
Atlas throws his arm around me as the bong is carted off by someone I don’t recognize but who isreallynaked.
“Gonna lose the pants?” he asks me, and I shrug. Maybe I will. Maybe it won’t be a big deal. Nah, it’s not a big deal. What are pants when your head is levitating above your body?
“I was a football player. Played with lots of balls,” I say as I tug my shorts down and kick them to the side, and Atlas bobs his head, murmuring something about how he has too. I’ve lost one of my flip-flops in the process and feel suddenly despondent. I need that flip-flop. It’s part of my identity now. Flip has now lost Flop, and they are sad. Twins separated at birth, and it’s all my fault.
I drop to my knees and look around for it, my vision slightly hazy. Why does everything look like it’s underwater? My fingers slide through the sand, and I graze someone’s toes. Or what I think are toes. Hmm, maybe I should take my hands out of the sand. Who knows what lurks beneath?
I pull them out and stare down at my phalanges. What a funny word. Who came up with that? Probably some man who smoked weed out of a coconut.
I look up to tell Atlas this and realize that now that I’m on my knees, I’m eye level with his dick. And it’s a long dick. Really fucking long, like it hangs down to his knees. Does he roll it up and stuff it in his underwear? Where does he put it? He must commission someone to make him special boxers with some kind of hammock inside to keep it nice and contained.
“You’ve got a big dick,” I say as a man walks up to Atlas and sighs loudly.
“Honestly, Atlas,” the man says, and I peer up, still trying to find my flip-flop, but to no avail. The monkey probably made off with it.
“Lost my shoe,” I explain, and the handsome man eyes me before turning to Atlas and pressing his lips to his cheek.
“Lost your shoe?” a familiar voice says from behind me, and I jerk up, knocking into Atlas’s hardening cock on the way up. It almost takes out my eyeball. Maybe the birds won’t get it. Maybe a dick will.
“I was just…” I say, stammering and trying to stand up, but losing my footing. But Holden is right there, his arms out, pulling me up against him, and I lose my ability to breathe. My stolen flip-flop is forgotten because Holden is naked against me, and I feel everything. It’s the weed, I’m sure. His skin feels extra soft.
“You feel like a blanket,” I murmur, my hands sliding up his arms. “So soft.”
He chuckles, and then I see his eyes swivel behind me to where Atlas and the handsome man are standing.
“How much did he have?” Holden asks with a smirk.
Atlas shrugs as I sag against Holden. “I could wrap you around me. We could fall asleep together.”
My hands are now in his hair, marveling at the smooth strands, and Holden is biting his bottom lip, looking far too edible.
“As much fun as that sounds, I don’t sleep with people,” he says, and I snort loudly, my nose whistling slightly.
The birds wake in the trees and chirp back in response. I am a birdman now. I am the whisperer of those with wings.
“You are fucking wasted,” he says with a large smile, and I lean my face down and run my nose against his.
“Let’s just fly away from here. We could make a nest out of twigs and feathers. I could lay eggs,” I say, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud.
