Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 21. Body Insecurities

Lip isn't sure what it is, but the new year isn't going too well for him. He doesn't know why exactly, but he feels stressed. Really stressed. He would've guessed it's because of midterms, but it feels like it isn't that in particular. Maybe it's the stress of staying sober? Maybe it's the fear of losing Y/N if he even takes a sip of liquor? Maybe it's knowing he needs to cut back on smoking as well? Perhaps is that his son is coming around a month or two? Or maybe it's the overwhelming cycle of attending college, going home, and having to go to AA meetings too?

Lip isn't sure what to pin it down to, but he does know one thing—he's doing everything he can to relieve the stress.

During one of his tests, he sits in the classroom, eyes glued to the paper. Despite knowing the material well, anxiety eats away at him, the fear of failure clawing at his mind. He tries to focus, but his thoughts spiral into his personal struggles. One second, he looks away from the test, hoping to clear his head—only to make it worse.

He glances to his right and notices a girl wearing a blouse that's way too tight, her cleavage prominently exposed.

Lip misses it. Kissing women. Having sex with women. The feeling of soft curves against him instead of a firm six-pack. He loves Y/N and would do anything to stay with him, but that doesn't stop his mind from drifting. He fantasizes about being with a woman again. There's something different about it—something he craves. And as much as he tries to push the thought away, the recovering alcoholic wishes he could experience it once more, with no strings attached.

After a few seconds, Lip forces himself to focus back on the test. He thought taking a short mental break would help, but it only made things worse. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, realizing he's hard now. Annoyed, he frowns and crosses his legs, trying to calm himself down.

His mind remains plagued, but he pushes through, completing the test. Although he's confident he scored well, his concern shifts to a different kind of problem.

The moment the exam is over, Lip rushes out of the classroom, heading straight to the restroom. He slips into a stall, locks the door, and hastily unzips his pants.

The second his hand wraps around his dick, relief washes over him.

To make it even better, he starts stroking himself, exhaling sharply as tension drains from his body.

"Y-Yeah...!"

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Once back in his dorm, Lip places another pizza box on his desk and takes a bite out of a fresh slice. He sits down, grabs his phone, and dials his fiancé to share the good news.

"Test went well." Lip says, his mouth full of pizza.

"Good job. Keep going, and you'll get to next year without any issues." Y/N says supportively, making the blonde feel proud. "Easy?"

"Easy enough for a good grade." Lip finishes his slice and leans back. "Made me real tired, though... and I feel a bit stressed. Could use a little stress relief."

Y/N chuckles. "Isn't this the tenth time you've called me just to have phone sex?"

"You say that like you don't enjoy it." Lip smirks as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down slightly. Reaching for the lube on his desk, he applies it to his right hand.

"I'm always down to help the guy I love. You're doing so well in college, after all... but I do miss you."

Lip wraps his hand around his dick and starts stroking himself as the strong and buff man softly talks to him.