Glass sky (LT fanfic bxb)

Glass sky

A new life has begun for Larry. New city and new people. Well, no people yet. He decided he was staying in Los Angeles. He could no longer tolerate cities like New York. Too many bad memories.

He didn't even book a single hotel for himself. He immediately went to the beach.

Laurent invited Larry to open his own restaurant. Because Larry cooks very well, and when they went out for dinner, Larry had a fountain of ideas on improving or changing the situation.

Laurent had a restaurant on the pier, not far from the venue of fairs and festivals. Larry would have thought Laurent had his own secret goals. But Larry himself found this place, or rather the documents for the restaurant. Larry tried not to laugh out loud for several minutes watching as Laurent tried hard to remember where he got this property from. But I never remembered.

A couple of days before leaving, a bright orange folder appeared on one of Larry's bags. Larry didn't even need to look in, he knew that there were documents for transferring the restaurant to Larry's ownership. All he had to do was a sign. Despite all the feigned discontent, Larry was fascinated by the place. With a wonderful view of the ocean, the beach, which also belonged to the territory of the restaurant, it will be possible to make an outdoor cafe on it. But the most magnificent thing is that the second floor of the building was completely made for living quarters. Own home with its own restaurant.

Larry started a new life with new people. He needed people. Someone other than Laurent and his friends. Someone who will only be on his side (except Laurent).

And it turned out to be easier than he thought.

The hired workers turned out to be very friendly. When he found out that Larry, the newcomer accepted him into his company, telling him about the city where you can have fun and buy clothes or groceries inexpensively. Or who it is fashionable to turn to for help in setting up a restaurant. At first, Larry wanted to say that there was no need for money, but he felt just embarrassed and allowed himself to be dragged away in an unknown direction.

Larry pondered for a long time what he wants from his place. He wants comfort. Wants a comfortable place, so that the atmosphere itself is imperious and soothing. He wanted people to be drawn to him, and they themselves did not know why. He wanted his restaurant to be Laurent.

He even named the restaurant so that it could be easily found "Thirst for the Beast."

Larry spent about four months at the restaurant. He did not have a loud opening, just one day he changed the sign to "Open".

It just happened.

Larry yearned for his beast more and more every day and Lex did not help the situation at all. Lex was a restaurant manager and one of the closest people. They converged almost immediately, at a glance. For several months Lex tried to take the relationship with Larry to another level, but he didn't really resist, he was like behind a blank wall. And what was even more depressing, the people of Sanchez began to appear more and more often at the tables of the restaurant, which means that soon the main asshole himself will appear. Lex knew what Sanchez needed. He had a percentage of Sanchez's deals. But he didn't want to lie to Larry.

Lex got up the courage to speak to Larry one evening.

-Larry? Can I talk to you?

- Yes. Something is wrong?

- Something like that. Let's go outside.

They went to the backyard of the restaurant, where the staff used to smoke.

- What did you want to say?

- Well. I work for a big huckster in this city. And I have a percentage of his transactions. He wants to cover your restaurant. And in the replaced n his people will spend here the deal ...

- You don't have to continue. And can you send Sanche ... how is he? No matter. Just fuck him.

- But ...

- That is none of your business. But I can guarantee you that he has nothing to catch in my restaurant. And even if he tried, it would be his last mistake. - Lex stared open-mouthed at the back of the outgoing Larry. He will definitely pass on the words to his boss. He had no other choice. Lex felt sorry for Larry. He liked him, it is a pity that he will not live long.

A week later, Lek noticed an odd change in Larry's mood. Yesterday everything was as usual. But today, a languid smile did not leave his lips, and his eyes shone, hiding the hell of excitement in their depths. His lithe body moved to the music pouring out of the speakers, it is all the time arched and bent under pretenses. Lex didn't understand anything at all.

It was Monday morning, so there weren't very many people. A loving couple, a rather handsome man behind the bar, and a gaggle of girlfriends. A typical Monday morning. Until Sanchez crossed the threshold of the restaurant. Lex was staring at the absolutely calm Larry, he was just now wiping his glass with a towel.

Sanchez sat down on a chair by the bar, nodding at the empty glass he had put down. Larry filled him with whiskey.

- Well, Larry, at last, I'm in this wonderful place, about which I've heard so much.

- I'm not very happy to see you here.

- Are you impudent

- I have nothing to lose. - Lex followed Larry's strange glance at the man at the other end of the bar - And there is no one to be afraid of!

- Here's how. Do you know who I am?

- Do you know who I am? - Sanchez choked on his drunk whiskey. The boy's insolence was pleasant and enraged at the same time.

- Surprise me.

- He is my husband. - Lex was finally able to make out this strange mysterious man. It was the Bloody Beast. The beast is in their city! Sanchez's thoughts were spinning in the same direction as Lex's. Only there was more panic.

L...Lau ... Laurent ... hic ... I'm so glad you - he could not continue further because of the close contact of his lips and tongue with the barrel of the gun. Everyone knew that this was the Beast's favorite method of speaking. It's hard to go against a person who is so convincing.

- I don't need this shit. A couple of days ago, you should have received a package. Well, at least nod or shake your head - Sanchez quickly nodded. - And what was incomprehensible in the severed head of your favorite whore? I even wrote a letter to you, on her forehead. For half an hour he wrote letters with a blunt scalpel.

Lex watched as Larry calmly walked out from behind the counter and walked over to the Beast. He just stood next to him and looked at him somehow sadly. With such a look, the dog looks at the owner in the rain, "let's go already, ah. well, this is shit, fuck. " Laurent just nodded.

- I give one last warning. You can come here for lunch or decide your own affairs. But if you threaten my Larry again, I'll stuff you with grants and serve you up to the Mexicans in your cum sauce. Did you hear me? - Sanchez nodded again, backing towards the exit.

Larry and Laurent left immediately after him. Larry really wanted to know when they got married. Laurent just shrugged.

Larry could not believe that Laurent had come to him. More precisely, he moved. The whole house of Larry was in Laurent's things.

... Laurent hated being in touch with Larry. He dreamed never to meet him. Maybe he would give all his money to avoid meeting Larry. He is his weakness. His pain. His strength. He saw right through him. He conquered Laurent with just one glance. There is an expression "Clear sky" - it means peacetime. No war, no bombing. And there is a glassy sky. When you live in peace with yourself. When there is a home. There is Larry, with whom home is where he is. This sky is fragile and strong. It can withstand tremendous impacts from the outside, but it is so easy to break from the inside. One precise blow to the thinnest place and it will cover you with fragments, leaving not a single living place ...

The glass sky is Larry ...

From the very first sight to the last breath ...