Fuck Buddies? More?

What The Hell? • 3

I'm chilling at Larry's house watching a movie right now while I'm thinking of Valentine's day.

A hand on my thigh breaks me out of my thoughts.

I'm sitting there with my prosthetic off and a clouded mind. He starts moving his hand up farther and my breath hitches.

I get tired of the teasing and sit up so I'm straddling him. He's leaning up against the wall so all I do is pull him against my lips.

His hands roam up and down my entire body as his chapped lips caress my scarred ones.

He slips tongue very suddenly causing a small, high pitched moan to escape my mouth. He smiles in the kiss and just goes harder.

I can feel my shorts getting tighter with everything he does.

He tugs at my loose hair a bit, hoping to get a reaction. My hair is my main weakness, so he got what he was looking for.

I tighten my grip on his shirt and deepen the kiss even more, if possible. I grind onto his hips uncontrollably. This time, I get a low grunt from him.

Ring ring!

I pull away quickly to see that Larry's phone is going off. He continues to kiss my neck sloppily while I grab it. It's Ash.

"L-Larry, stop for a second," I say and push his head away gently. He whines, but stops.

"Hey, Ash?" I say, trying to sound casual.

"Sal? Where's Larry?"

"He's getting something to eat," I lie quickly. Truth is, he's grinding me against him ever so lightly.

"Oh okay, so me and Todd were gonna come hang with you guys for a bit,"

I glare at Larry to stop, "Yeah, sounds cool,"

"Aight, seeya in a bit,"

I quickly hang up and put my attention back on Larry motherfucking Johnson.

"You cunt," I say and harshly grind against him. He wasn't ready so it was a shock.

Soon, he smiles and pulls me in for another kiss, "I know,"

We get things taken care of before Ash or Todd get here thankfully. I have my prosthetic back on and Larry promised to not do anything while they were here.

. . . .

"Dude, don't fucking go there," Ash says to the TV. We're watching Pet Semetary with some leftover pizza.

The main character was just about to bury his family in the cemetery--like an idiot.

Spoiler alert, he fucking goes there and does that.

I groan, "why are movie character so stupid?" I take a big bite of my lukewarm pizza.

"For the plot to proceed in an interesting and action-packed way," Todd rolls his eyes, also annoyed by this guy.

I manage to focus on something else other than Travis for our movie night thankfully. Ash has to go home right after the movie ends, but Todd stays over for a while.

"I'm gonna go get some snacks," I say after a moment of silence.

Maybe I'll get some Cheetos. Oh shit, I forgot that they're on the top shelf. Larry or Neil normally gets them for me.

Eh, I'll be fine.

I grab the stool that's leaning against the wall to use. As I'm struggling, I hear someone clear their voice behind me.

"Need some help, sweet cheeks?" Larry asks and comes up to me from behind.

I blush hard, but stand my ground. "I got it, I got it,"

I almost fall after pushing myself, so Larry steps in with a shorter stool and gets a bag of Cheetos.

While he's there, he pushes me into the counter and looks into my eyes hungrily. I gasp and drop my Cheetos.

"You need any..more help?" He growls into my ear.

I squirm around a bit, "you promised you wouldn't do anything,"

As if he suddenly remembers, he backs away and hands me my Cheetos.

He walks back to his room without another word.

I pull my booty shorts down a little since they rode up. When I pull out my phone to check the time, my phone is practically dead.

I peek my head back in Larry's room, "Hey guys, I'm gonna go grab my charger real quick,"

They all nod or say yeah.

While walking up to my apartment, I feel a little self conscious since I'm only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and some shorts.

When I get up into my apartment, I expect it to take less than 10 seconds, tops. Well, that's a lie.

I can't help but be surprised when I see Travis talking to my dad on the couch. "Uh,"

"Heya, bud," Dad says in his smiley tone, "a friend came to visit, I told him you were at Larry's,"

"Hey, Sal," Travis says kindly. I'm immediately suspicious since he literally beat me the other day.

I wave and go to grab my charger. I try to quickly leave, but Travis follows me. As I make to leave, he grabs my wrist tightly.

"Let me go, Travis," I say and try to pull my hand away. He eventually does.

"Look, I just want to talk," He has a new small cut on his face with a bruise forming around it. That looks bad.

"..About?" I lean against the wall.

He takes a deep breath. "Sorry." He says flatly. It held a lot of emotion in a single word.

"For what?" I say sarcastically, "You've been nothing but a great friend my whole life,"

"Look, I'm trying to be nice," He says, slightly annoyed.

I scoff, "I was trying to be nice that day in the bathroom,"

I recall the moment sadly. I found him crying in the bathroom so I tried to help him out by giving him a shoulder to cry on. He ended up beating my ass because I was 'acting like a faggot'. I've never tried to help him since.

He looks like he could cry at any moment. "I'm sorry, that was a bad day for me, and--"

"When is it a good day for you, Travis?" I interrupt him.

He seems shocked and stays quiet for a moment. "That day was a worse day, I should say,"

Again, I scoff, "Your whole apology is empty if you don't change," I soften my attitude, "so, I'm gonna assume that this means you're gonna change,"

He nods, "I hope to, it's hard, though,"

"If you tell me what's wrong, I could try to help," My attitude softens completely, and I lay a hand on his shoulder.

He flinches but doesn't back away.

"Maybe one day I will..." He trails off, "but not today,"