Sal x Larry (Sally Face Game)

Sleepover

"Hey dad, I'll be at Larry's for the night. See ya tomorrow." I call out to my dad, opening the apartment door.

"Have fun, bud." My dad replies, busy on his computer.

I grab my bag, which is packed with junk food from the vending machines. I didn't pack any pajama's since me and Larry are both dudes, and I'm guessing he sleeps in just his boxers like I do. I feel my face grow warm thinking about Larry in his boxers, and quickly shut the door and jog to the elevator, hitting B.

It was around 8:00, and Larry's mom was busy for the whole night, so we were the only ones in his apartment.

"Hey Sal. You ready?" Larry asks as I open the door to his room, shutting it behind me and tossing my bag next to a beanbag chair. Larry was sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall, so I sat across from him on the foot of the bed.

"Yep. What do you want to do?" I notice that Larry has a bag next to him. He notices me noticing, and smiles as he unzips the bag and pulls out an Ouija board with a few candles.

"What do you think about a little chit-chat with the dead?" Without waiting for a response, Larry is already getting the board set up on the floor, placing a few candles around it. I get up and sit across from him on the floor.

"Sounds cool." I answer, picking up the glass piece and looking through it as Larry shuts off the lights. The room is dimly lit with the light of the candles.

"So, we put both our hands on the piece." Larry says. I nod, placing my hands on the piece. Larry puts his on the piece too, his warm fingers overlapping mine. I look up at him, seeing him smile a little.

"What do you want to ask it?" Larry asks me. I shrug.

"What is your name?" I ask, feeling stupid already.

No answer.

"...Why are you here?" Larry says, holding back a laugh from feeling so dumb.

No answer.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, smiling stupidly at myself, knowing this is fake.

It moves.

My smile quickly fades, and my heart starts racing.

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The piece stops, and I look up at Larry, who is blushing.

"It said it wanted to do you." Larry says, biting his lip. I nod slowly.

"Did you move it?" I ask, my face growing red. Larry nods, looking down at the board. I start moving the piece.

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Larry quickly looks up, raising his eyebrows.

I'm glad I was wearing my prosthetic, otherwise My face would have looked like a tomato.

Larry blows out the candles, and reaches toward me, kissing my neck. He picks me up, and gently lays me on his bed, his legs between mine. The room was still barely lit from the moonlight coming in from the window.

I reach up to take off my prosthetic, but hesitate. Larry grabs my hand, kissing my arm all the way up to my neck again, biting it softly.

"You don't have to take off your prosthetic, but I want you to know that I don't care what you look like." Larry whispers, tracing my prosthetic with his finger. I nod, and swiftly take it off, revealing my face covered with scars and cuts. Larry looked at my face for a while, caressing my cheek and jawline with his knuckles.

"Does it hurt?" He whispers. I shake my head. Larry lifts my chin, kissing me passionately on the lips. He breaks the kiss, only to take off my shirt. He kisses me again, this time I run my fingers through his hair, tugging slightly when he bites my lip. A moan slips out of my throat when Larry starts rubbing my inner thigh. I tug at his shirt, and he takes it off, showing his toned body. I mean, he wasn't ripped, but he wasn't scrawny either. I trace his faint six-pack, pulling him closer by his shoulders.

"Damn, Sal, you got me hard." Larry says softly in my ear. I bite my lip, grabbing his hardened groin, making him moan a little. He pulls my hand away, pinning my arms above me.

"I think we had enough excitement for one night." Larry says, tracing my lips with his finger. A little whimper escapes me, making Larry chuckle softly.

"I know, but I really want to watch scary movies and eat junk food all night." Larry replies, getting up, carrying me with him. He sits me down on the couch, and puts in a movie and grabs a bag of chips, sitting down next to me.

I cuddle up to him, tossing a blanket over us.

After half an hour, I fall asleep on Larry's warm chest.