"Jesus, Greg...are you high?" he asked, fully aware that he wasn't. There wasn't even the hint of pot clinging to him, and he dind't taste like it either, but he knew the different nuances of the man and this was definitely how he acted when he was feeling good.

"Nevermid. Just..." he managed, dropping his chin and turning his head to find Greg's lips. "You know what I like," he groaned into his mouth.