Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 28. Quantity Over Quality

On the bed, the couple lay recovering from a night of enjoying each other's company. However, something felt different. After having sex, both men were left unamused. They weren't sure why, but something was off.

Lip wondered how to bring up his thoughts without sounding insulting. He didn't want to hurt Y/N's feelings, especially since he couldn't even pinpoint what went wrong — and yet, the silence between them begged to be addressed.

"So... that was..." Lip started, sounding uncertain.

"Boring? Uneventful? Dull?" Y/N finished for him.

"Your words, not mine." Lip replied, relieved he wasn't the only one who felt it. He glanced over at the man next to him. "Do you know what went wrong?"

"Surprisingly, no." Y/N answered honestly. "What if we're just... used to this?"

"Whaddaya mean?" Lip frowned.

"Like, you know those stories about married couples and their lack of sex? Maybe we're headed down the same path."

Lip looked genuinely worried. "No, that's not gonna happen." He rubbed his face, thinking out loud. "How can sex be boring? I'm not even used to guys, and yet somehow, I'm used to this already."

After a moment, an idea clicked. "We need to spice things up. Enough with you always on top of me. We've gotta try something new."

"Like you on top of me?" Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think I'm ready for that." Lip admitted.

Y/N gave him a dazed look. "Why not? You've done anal before."

"Yeah, but those were women."

"And you have a specific problem with my ass?" Y/N asks, sounding genuine serious.

"I love your ass... I just don't want to put my dick in it."

"Oh my god." Y/N rolled his eyes.

Not wanting to linger on his nerves, Lip quickly switched the subject. "How about we try out some... freaky stuff?"

Y/N raises an eyebrow. "You mean fetishes."

"Yeah, sure..." Lip sounds uncertain, thoygh he continues. "There's all sorts of weird shit we could mess around with. Make the sex more interesting, y'know."

Y/N hummed, mulling it over. "I guess we could try some out."

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The next morning, Y/N sat at the counter with a laptop open in front of him. Mikhail was curled up in his lap, dozing lightly in his arms, while Lip moved around the kitchen, feeding Alyosha with a bottle.

"Okay, I got a list." Y/N said.

Lip wandered over and stood beside him, glancing over his shoulder. The blonde squinted at the screen. "You want to try out literal shit?"

"I didn't make the list — I just found it." Y/N quickly clarified, not wanting Lip to get the wrong idea. "Just pick something that actually interests you, and we can try it out. Just... please, nothing gross."

"Glad we're on the same page." Lip grabbed the computer mouse and started scrolling through the list. "Jesus, people are into some freaky shit." His face twisted with confusion as he read aloud. "Amputations? Crying?" He scrunched his nose, scrolling further. "Trees? People get turned on by trees?"