Author's note: Hi again! Another Regular Show fanfiction for everyone. This is also based off of mookie000's designs, and was actually written for her even though I've never talked to her… Haha.

Warnings: Smoking, lots of gay, and this is unbeta'd. Pairing is human!Mordecai/Jeremy.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I in any way affiliated with Regular Show, JG Quintel, mookie000. The only thing I own is this (very short) fan fiction. Please enjoy!

Hooked

Jeremy doesn't smoke, and he isn't used to being the one to learn from other people.

He and Mordecai – someone he normally isn't a huge fan of – are sitting together behind a grocery store after store hours. It's deserted and the sun is setting, the pavement underneath them still radiating summer heat. Mordecai is smoking from a pack of Camel Lights and there are very few words exchanged between the two of them. Jeremy watches him studiously, entranced with the way Mordecai's lips suction around the filter of the cigarette and the intricate, unique patterns the smoke forms as it is released back into the air. The tip of the stick glows brightly against the dimming light, almost seeming to glitter.

Jeremy licks his lips as a gentle wind carries the scent of the cigarette smoke over to him. It is unclean and heady, and it makes Jeremy want to take a puff off the cigarette dangling between Mordecai's lips.

Mordecai feels Jeremy's gaze on him and drags his blue eyes over to look disinterestedly.

"Can I help you?" he asks, sucking on the cigarette briefly and removing it to exhale its delicate grey haze.

Something about the way the smoke looks pouring from between Mordecai's slightly chapped lips makes Jeremy's stomach turn on itself pleasantly, and he finds himself moving a bit closer to the young man.

"Yeah," Jeremy replies, voice low and breathy, "can I try that?"

Mordecai stares at him for a second. "You smoke?"

Jeremy shakes his head. "No, but you make it look enjoyable."

Mordecai purses his lips, contemplating. Nobody but Rigby has ever asked him to teach them how to smoke – even though technically Jeremy isn't asking him to teach him, it does require a bit of learning and getting used to – and Mordecai had told Rigby no. Smoking is a terrible habit and Mordecai would hate to drag anybody into it with him… but this is Jeremy. Jeremy can handle it.

"Yeah, dude," Mordecai replies after a few minutes have gone by with him thinking. "But I'm going to shotgun it to you first. See if you like it."

Jeremy nods, and they turn to face each other. Mordecai gently grabs Jeremy's jaw with one hand, his cigarette between the fingers of his other. "Just inhale when I blow it out," he says quietly. Jeremy nods, his hand going up to hold onto Mordecai's wrist perhaps a bit nervously. Mordecai takes a long drag on the cigarette, holding it in as he brings his and Jeremy's faces together. Using his thumb, he opens Jeremy's mouth. Their lips are nearly touching – Jeremy swears Mordecai can hear his fluttering pulse – and without breaking eye contact, Mordecai gently breathes the smoke into Jeremy's mouth.

Jeremy inhales and his lungs are on fire, but he doesn't choke. It gives him a rush and he feels that he needs more.

Pulling away, Mordecai holds the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, tapping the ashes off the end before bringing it to Jeremy's lips. Jeremy closes his eyes and he sucks, then tilts his head back and lets the smoke billow into the night. It's one of the most erotic things Mordecai believes he has ever seen.

"So," he begins, taking the last drag of the cigarette before flicking the butt away and pulling out a fresh one and handing it to Jeremy. When he speaks again, he lets the cigarette smoke embrace his words. "Do you like it?"

Jeremy keeps his eyes on Mordecai as he lights his first real cigarette, pulls it from his lips, and nods.

He's hooked.