Chapter Nine: Explaining Pages

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a/n: explicit sexual content ahead

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It had been a long night for Larry and Sal both. It had taken a little over two hours for the brunet to calm the other down enough to where he could walk him to his bedroom. Even then, Sal had still been a mess. The shorter male had begged for Larry to not leave him alone that night, and the brunet felt too guilty to do otherwise.

Sunlight danced against Larry's skin, and he let out a small groan as he raised a hand to rub his eyes open. His hair was an absolute disaster from how much he had tossed and turned once he finally fell asleep by Sal. After he blinked his eyes open, he stretched his arms out to the side. Feeling that the other wasn't still asleep in the bed, he sat up. He looked around the bedroom, but the other wasn't anywhere to be seen. With a huff, Larry got onto his feet and made his way out of the room.

The first thing he noticed was the scent of coffee. Larry quirked an eyebrow up and walked to the kitchen. His arms were crossed against his chest, and he shivered as his bare feet hit the cold tile of the kitchen.

"You look freezing," Sal remarked from where he was leaned against a counter. One hand was on his hip while the other laid on the countertop as he waited for the coffee to brew. Larry rubbed his hands against his own arms.

"I thought you hated coffee," he questioned. Sal rolled his good eye at him from beneath his prosthetic.

"I do," he agreed. "It's for you." Larry hummed and nodded his head in understanding as Sal turned towards the counter. The other stood on his tiptoes and reached up to open a cabinet. From its confines, he pulled down one mug. The cup was chipped at the top, and Larry mentally noted to drink from the unbroken side. "We need to talk about last night."

"We do?" Larry rocked back onto the heels of his feet as he did his best to act nonchalant. He had been comfortable just pretending that Sal hadn't confessed his undying love for him. However, his friend nodded as he placed the mug in the dispenser. With a hiss, the coffee maker started to drizzle the liquid into the cup. A puft of steam made itself visible as the hot drink came in contact with the crisp air. Larry shivered.

"My nightmares make me act weirdly," Sal started. Larry nodded in agreement. "I do love you dude, but I only love you as a friend."

"I know," Larry lied. His eyes were concentrated on watching the cup fill with coffee, not daring to look up at Sal. "And I love you as a friend too bro."

Sal didn't say anything for a moment. The shorter male waited for the coffee machine to finish and handed the cup to the brunet. Larry was thankful to have something warm against his hands. He grimaced though as he took a sip and felt the liquid scorch his tongue. "But I do really want you to fuck me," Sal stated.

Larry started to cough as he choked on his drink at the statement. Sal laughed as the taller male set the drink down as to not spill it while he wheezed. "Where did that come from?"

"I've just been thinking about it a lot," his friend said. He moved Larry's cup to the side, so he could hop up and sit on the edge of the counter. One of his hands reached out to grab onto the brunet's shirt to drag him so that he was standing right in front of Sal. Sal's legs wrapped themselves around Larry's waist as he directed one of the other's hands to rest on his hip. "You could take me just like this. You could fuck me so hard that we crack the counter."

Larry's still half asleep mind moved sluggish. "Um," he got out as he felt his face heat up.

Sal propped himself up by putting a hand behind him on the counter, and his other hand traveled to grab a fistful of Larry's hair. His legs wrapped tighter against the taller male, forcing them closer. "I'd beg for you to wreck me Daddy," Sal teased. "However, Ash and Todd will be over here at any minute."

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