Wait A Minute

Chapter Four: Tarnishing Pages

a/n: this whole chapter's a mess but it's gucci. This whole chapter is also smut, just a heads up.

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Larry could feel Sal's fingers grip tighter into his legs, out of shock or disgust he wasn't sure. His own grip on the male's head loosened as he began to retract his hand. The brunet was absolutely mortified and unsure what excuse he could use to save his hide.

"Larry Face?" Sal's voice game out quieter than normal, and Larry cringed. The other's grip never loosened on his legs, and the boy looked up to meet the brunet's eyes. The taller male averted his gaze as he opened his mouth to come up with some sort of excuse. This wasn't how he had imagined seeing Sal's face would go.

"Um, Sal," he unintelligently began. Larry shifted, so he sat further back onto his bed. The movement was made in hopes that the other would take the clue and stand up. However, his friend was knocked off balance by the sudden action and fell back onto his elbows. Sal let out a sound of indignation, but Larry wasn't paying attention to that. He was more focused on the tent that his friend sported in the front of his red skinny jeans. If Larry hadn't been hard before, he was now.

His gaze was directed to the shorter male's face as Sal tugged down his black sweater to hide his boner. The shorter male had a fiery blush from the tips of his ears to the back of his neck, and he looked like he wanted to disappear into the floorboard. Larry was slightly comforted by the thought that at least he wasn't the only embarrassed one. "I'm sorry," the other croaked.

"Happens to the best of us dude," Larry tried to joke as his friend finally got up to his feet. Sal didn't laugh however.

"I think it's time for me to leave," the other muttered out instead.

"Wait, no!" In a panic, Larry sprung to his feet to barr Sal's path to his book bag. His friend temporarily halted, still not looking up to meet his eyes. "Sally, you're my best friend, my number one bro, so I think I could help you out with this one problem just this one time."

Larry watched as those blue eyebrows knitted together in confusion over the words. "What are you talking about?"

Larry really hoped he had assumed right about Sal's entries in his diary and took a hormone-induced risk. He hooked his thumbs into two of the other's belt loops and pulled their hips close. Sal's hands flew to Larry's shoulder and chest, gripping his tan shirt for dear life as the brunet grinded their clothed erections together. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about Sally Face," he growled into his friend's ear.

"Larry - oh god, Larry," Sal breathed out. The male's head fell to rest against Larry's shoulder and one of his hands ran up to grab at the back of the taller male's neck. Larry paused his movements, concerned that the other may not be into this. However, after a moment, Sal bucked his hips against the brunet's eagerly. "This is gay."

"This isn't gay," Larry grunted out. Not relinquishing his hold on Sal's belt loops, he walked his friend over to a space of his wall that wasn't filled up with posters. The other male's back hit the wall with a thud, and Larry lowered his hand to grab at Sal's thigh and hoisted the leg up to hip level. "This is just a bro helping another bro out."

Both of Sal's hands clung onto the back of Larry's neck for support, and the shorter male's head rested against the wall now. His lips stayed parted as the brunet began to all but dry hump him into the wall.

With the hand that wasn't holding Sal's leg, Larry gripped at Sal's throat as he pressed his hips harder against the other. That elicited a small groan from the male against him. Excited by the development, the brunet gave the other's throat an experimental squeeze. Sal's parted lips closed into a smirk as he tilted his head to look at Larry. "I'm not made of fucking porcelain y'know," he slurred, lips wet from drool.

Larry squeezed tight, fingertips digging into the scarred skin. Sal's head fell back against the wall, and he grinded up against Larry as his breaths grew shallow. After the shorter male's face got a little too rosy, Larry lessened his hold. At Sal's gasps for air, he felt another spike of arousal hit him and began to choke the other again, hitting the male's head none too gently against the wall. His friend all but writhed under his hold.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sal whined out before his body shuddered against Larry's. The aforementioned slowed his movements and released his hold on the other as his friend hit his orgasm, cumming in his pants. It was hot as fuck to watch Sal's face contort in pleasure but added no relief to his own aching situation. Still, he let Sal's leg go, and refrained from using the other's body as a toy. His restraint was rewarded as Sal looked up at him from a half-lidded eye after calming down and sank to his knees. "I guess I could help you out as well."

Sal ran a finger against the confined length, and Larry had to contain himself from bucking into the other's hand as he began to palm him through his clothes. "Dude, please," the brunet begged.

Sal didn't respond to his plea but did undo the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. His hands grabbed the sides of the jeans and tugged them down enough, so he could fully see Larry's cock, only confined by his boxers. The fabric was wet with precum and Sal ran another finger along the length teasingly. "Please what?"

"Dude, please, I just..." Larry couldn't get the words out as Sal lowered the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his dick. He let out a low moan as the male below him began to slowly pump it.

"You just what?" The brunet whined in frustration as the other slowed his movements further, waiting for his answer.

"I just want to fuck your face," he finally got out, hips jerking towards Sal as the male released his grip on him. Larry stared down at him as his friend hooked two fingers in each corner of his mouth, stretching it wide. His tongue stuck out from his lips, a bead of saliva trailing down from it. It was incredibly erotic, and Larry loved it.

The brunet was hesitant to go for it, and he stood there awkwardly for a second. Sal rolled his good eye at him, and that was all the encouragement Larry needed. He gripped each of the male's pigtails with a hand and finally let himself sink into the other's mouth. A soft whine escaped him at the immediate sensation.

Larry had started off awkward and slow, afraid to actually hurt Sal. But by the time he was teetering on the edge of finishing, he was thrusting his hips into the other's mouth so forcefully that the back of Sal's head kept hitting the wall. The male below him had a mixture of tears and snot running down his used face and lips were swollen to a puffy red, but he loved every minute of it.

The brunet finally pulled out, leaving Sal to cough and wheeze for air for a few seconds as Larry began to vigorously stroke his member. When Sal was finished with his fit, he looked back up at the other and opened his mouth slightly. The taller male groaned at the sight and pressed his dick against those lips as he finally felt himself hit his climax. His cum spilt onto Sal's tongue, and the boy swallowed it down, licking his lips afterwords.

"Jesus," Larry breathed out as he tucked himself back into his pants. Sal stood up on his own shaky legs, cringing at the feeling of the current mess inside his pants. Both boys stood in silence for a few minutes as Larry began to feel a plethora of emotions course through him, now that he could clearly evaluate the situation without his horniness interfering. "Jesus Christ, we really just did that."

"Yeah, we did," Sal agreed, one hand going up to fidget with a pigtail. Larry didn't respond, preferring to stare at the floor.

It was going to be a long, restless night for him.