Is it wrong...If I love you? (SalxLarry)

Chapter 15 - Ok little blue?

Grrrrr! Nothing! No ideas! Useless, empty brain! *Bangs head on laptop*AARRHGG (*Tourette's kicks in and breaks my skull*) Ah, one crappy idea! Sorry all this is so late, I've been having a really tough time... Yay! >.<

Sal had rolled over and gone back to sleep, he was still tired and his body ached from his and Larry's...activities...

Larry sat on the end of his bed, just thinking about various things. After a while, he snapped back to attention, he looked over at the adorable little blue snoozing on his bed, curled up in a little ball. He smiled at the cute sight and sighed, "why would I give this up?" he asked himself. He got up and pulled some clothes on, just some boxers and baggy joggers. He drew up a stool in front of the messy easel in the corner of his room and pulled a blank canvas from a pile on the floor. He set it down and pulled his paint palette out and ideas came rushing to his head. He pulled out a few paintbrushes from a holder on his cupboard and let the ideas flow. 

A couple of hours later, Larry stood up to inspect his work- an extremely realistic portrait of Sal, with Larry stood behind him, slowly fading out of existence. The painting made Larry so upset because of what it represented but he was so proud of himself since it was so well done, (even if he did say so himself). Sal had woken up and was playing on his phone, he hadn't moved since his body still ached, he looked over at Larry, 

"Lar-bear? What's wrong?"

Larry broke his stare with the painting and smiled at Sal, his eyes were watering so Sal thought something was wrong,

"N-nothing. It's just that... I'm actually proud of the painting, but it makes me so sad"

Sal sat up wincing, trying to get a clear view of Larry's art. He looked at it for few minutes before commenting, "Larry, it's beautiful...but you're right, it's so sad. You're leaving me..."

Larry got up and walked over to Sal, "Oh no little blue, I'm not leaving you... it's just a painting. I'm never leaving again, I promised, remember?"

Sal nodded and started to cry, he held his arms out, wanting a hug. Larry sat down on the bed near Sal and pulled him into a hug, playing with his little wispy strands of blue hair, waiting for Sal to calm down. Sal looked up at Larry, he craned his neck to kiss his boyfriend, Larry smiled and lowered his head to meet Sal's lips, he could taste the saltiness of his tears. 

"Come on, Sal. I'm here, stop crying..."

Sal pulled away and wiped his tears, he tried to stand up and get some clothes on. He managed to wiggle into his boxers before his knees gave way beneath him. Larry swiftly moved and caught Sal when he was mere centimetres from the floor, he smiled down at the dazed beauty beneath him. 

"Ok, little blue?"

Sal nodded, trying to pick himself up, using Larry as a crutch in case his legs buckled again. He worked his way back to the bed. He started to laugh,

"Yeah, what's that thing that people say? I'll fuck you so hard you won't walk again?"

Larry burst out laughing, he tackled Sal and landed on top of him, he bridged himself over Sal and leant to whisper in his ear,

"Well it looks like I didn't do a good enough job..."

Sal laughed and playfully pushed Larry so he would get off him,

"Well I think you did a good enough job for one day" he said with  a smirk,  he sat up as Larry climbed off him. Sal carefully stood up, he was still really wobbly and hung on to the wall for support, and walked to the bathroom. While Sal was in the bathroom, Larry looked over at the painting again. He still wasn't sure what to make of it, he leant the painting against the wall so he wouldn't be constantly looking at it. 

Sal eventually emerged from the bathroom, smiling from ear to ear. He pounced on Larry, knocking the unsuspecting brunette onto his back. He giggled for a while, then curled up on top of Larry, he didn't mind because Sal was so light, he stroked his bright blue locks while repositioning himself so he was comfy. He looked at the clock on his wall, it said 12:47 in big red letters. He looked down at the droopy Sal on his chest before whispering,

"Come on sleepyhead, we need to sleep. We need to study tomorrow for that test on Monday"

Sal didn't hear a word of it, he was already almost asleep. Larry chuckled and carefully shifted Sal so he was lying on the bed next to him. Larry buried his head in Sal's neck and listened to his adorable breathing and the little whimpers he made in this sleep. as time ticked by, Larry grew tired and eventually fell asleep.

Sorry for the short and crappy chapter, I just felt like you guys deserved a little something. Might be less frequently updating from now on, got a few problems I need to solve. Ok, byyyeee >.<