The curtains which were attached above the balcony door danced in the cool night air. A few distant sirens went off a few blocks away from the hotel, most likely from an ambulance or firetruck racing off to help some poor soul. Other than that, no one could gather enough courage to make a noise. Any noise, be it a word or a sound, the two teens couldn't figure out what to say.

They've gone too far to stop now, especially since Larry had managed to slip off Sal's large hoodie revealing his bare chest. Larry also had his shirt and jacket off, his tan skin littered with a few chest hairs here and there. A few moles managed to form in random places, but none of them were as large as the one on his cheek.

Sal was surprisingly paler and skinnier than what he previously imagined his torso as being. His rib-cage wasn't exactly flared out while sprawled out on the bed, but Larry could see just how shakily Sal was breathing while beneath the larger male. With every breath Sal took, his stomach rose and fell quickly, almost like he was nervous.

Larry's eyes trailed upwards to meet the other's face and almost smiled. Their faces were red, either from the awkwardness of the situation at hand or from the cold air occasionally causing gusts of wind to force its way into the open bedroom causing their heart rate to go up.

The blue haired male sucked in a breath and met Larry's gaze with a small, excited smile. Larry leaned down again to kiss Sal on the lips, occasionally raking his hands through the blue hair of his lover. His fingers got caught in some tangles, but he carefully undid them and ran through a second time. Sal could feel a tingling sensation on his scalp as Larry continued to do nothing but caress his hair for the time being.

In truth, the two of them had no real idea what they were doing, but Sal tried his best to copy the larger male's movements by wrapping his arms around the back of Larry's neck and caressed his brown hair as well. Sal felt Larry's tongue slide against his disfigured lips, and for a minute Sal felt self-conscious. His breath hitches as Larry deepens the kiss, their bodies practically pressed up against each other and forming warmth.

"Sal..." Larry rasped out. Biting Sal's bottom lip while continuing to kiss, he watches his smaller counterpart jolt and gasp in both pleasure and pain. His eyes squeezed shut despite their best efforts, but Larry only continued staring, his sense of right and wrong dulled by the alcohol still in his system.

"Larry, please," Sal manages out, his hands sliding down to the button on his pants. Using this opportunity, Larry manages to stick his tongue inside of Sal's mouth and does it himself. He fumbles to undo the button and zipper on both his and Sal's pants, and wastes no time sliding his hand into Sal's boxers, earning another bitten back moan from Sal.

Sal was almost crying out now, the noise muffled from Larry's tongue exploring his mouth that he wondered if the sounds he produced were even reaching Larry's ears. He could feel Larry's warm hand start to stroke his dick slowly and teasingly. There was something Sal needed but couldn't place at the moment, so all he could do was enjoy the foreplay for now.

His body was hot, shaking, and needy for Larry, and by now he wasn't ashamed to admit it. His tongue started mixing in with Larry's, their lips smacking together and making sucking noises. There was another ambulance going off in the distance, and for a minute Sal got startled, ultimately leading to Larry clicking their teeth together on accident. He tried to pull away a little to apologize for moving so quickly, but Larry only grabbed him back and gave Sal a tight squeeze. "Don't worry, I got you, Sal." Larry murmured, pressing his forehead against him.

The larger male took advantage of the situation by pulling apart with a pleasured sigh, hoping to gain any sort of reaction from the other. Larry playfully narrowed his eyes at Sal who was almost breathless and running his tongue over his aching lips and begging for more in a silent plea by trembling in a needy way.

Larry sat up, his hips still straddling Sal against the bed with one hand shoved inside his pants. Using his other hand, he started to slowly pull off Sal's jeans with some hassle. Sal tried to help by arching his back and lifting his legs, but if anything it made him even more embarrassed. He was pulling down Sal's pants a little, then stroking his dick a second later. Both of their breaths were shaky, and by the looks of it some sweat managed to form on their forehead and on their chest.

Sal's hands started reaching out to grab his wrist which was halfway down his boxers. "You're doing great. Just keep making those noises for me." Larry praised, starting to slide Sal's boxers off of his waist and down to his thighs. Now completely nude and exposed, Sal instinctively wrapped his arms around his stomach to hide the "imperfection" that was his body. He looked away, his bottom lip moving up and down in what seemed to be a quiver.

Larry's breath hitched in his throat at seeing Sal laid out before him, his best friend now turned lover, and blinked with his mouth slightly open to where his teeth were visible. What Sal thought to be judgement was actually admiration on Larry's face. The word "awestruck" came to mind, but even in his half drunk/half sober state of mind, even he thought that was a little too cheesy. "I know I'm not perfect, Larry. You can stop staring." Sal grumbled, letting out a huff through what was left of his nose.

Larry chortled and moved his head downward a little as he did so, his long brown hair cascading down his shoulders and covering both sides of his face, causing Sal to become even more self conscious. "Sal, hey, look at me." Larry said softly, reassuringly. Sal sighed and complied with his lover's wishes by craning his head upwards to meet Larry's gaze. "I would never look away from you. I haven't before, and I'm not going to start now."

Tilting his head to the side to move some of his hair out of the way, Larry caressed Sal's scarred cheek and leaned down to kiss every imperfection on his face. Larry kissed Sal's eyelid, his nose, his lips again, and tried as he might to kiss every scar so tenderly that it was almost like he was taking away the pain and past of each scar. As if with every kiss, they would disappear, and Sal felt a noticeable tingling sensation whenever Larry pressed his lips to one of the smaller male's scars.

As much as the blue haired teen didn't want to admit it, he was touch-starved. There was the occasional hug from his dad and some friends, but he's never been touched this way before, with what Larry has been doing, or the fact they were both practically naked. It isn't like Sal is asexual, and he's seen a thing or two, mostly without his dad knowing, but he never really knew how it felt to be here with someone like this until now. And it felt great.

Sal almost felt like crying as Larry finished kissing him, but he still felt grateful knowing that Larry saw him for who he was as a person and not for what he looked like physically. "Thanks, Larry. I really love you, you know?" He inquired, hoping to gain a reaction from him. He readjusted himself so that he was leaning on his elbows.

Not surprisingly, it worked. Larry looked away bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of his hand. "Love as in... that kind of way?" He was referring to the romantic kind of love. Dating, in a more simple term. "Well, what else would I be referring it to?" The sides of Larry's mouth rose into a relieved smile and he started pulling down his own pants a little clumsily. The booze was still affecting his thinking.

He barely managed to bring them down to his thighs before giving up and looking at Sal again with a coy smile. His tooth gap was visible through his parted lips, and the blue haired teen couldn't help but return the grin, but his eyebrows were furrowed only slightly. He wanted to hear Larry's reply, not just see his actions. Sal wanted to know that what they were doing right now would impact their lives in the future, and that it wouldn't be a one night stand full of regret a day later.

The brown haired teen leaned down again to start leaving hickies up and down Sal's neck, but was stopped once Sal put his hands around the other's shoulders calmly. "Larry, before we do this I want you to give me a straight answer. Does this mean we're... dating now?" The question was a little stretched out as Sal spoke slowly, but with how far the two had gotten he wouldn't be surprised if Larry said yes. Larry, although still drunk, had enough common sense to realize Sal had meant what he asked.

Kissing his lover on the forehead, he replied, "Y-Yeah. I want this, I mean, from the moment I met you I knew you were special and I-" He lost his train of thought mid-sentence, but Sal only smiled at Larry and ran his cold hands up and down his back, causing a shiver from Larry. "I love you." The larger male purred, his head moving to Sal's neck. "I love you so much, Sal." He said again, only louder this time. Sal could feel Larry's hot breath as he said those three little words that mean so much to a person.

Sal started to pant and moved his legs hungrily, almost ready to beg Larry to mark his skin with hickies to show people he belonged to someone. His voice got caught in his throat as Larry started to lick his neck, his lips pressed up against his fragile skin. He moved his tongue upwards and bit down as lightly as possible when reaching the top, his lips starting to suck on the skin belonging to his lover. "L-Larry, I love you too. Please, I want more."

Larry gladly obliged, a low growl managing to crawl his way out of his throat and reach Sal's ear. He nuzzled his face into Sal's soft blue hair and continuously bit down and sucked his sore skin, all the while grinding his leg against Sal's thigh and groin area. By now, Sal was starting to make his voice more clearly heard now as Larry continued the foreplay, his gasps and moans almost reaching to an echo in the small hotel room. He hoped no one was awake to hear their love making, but if anything, it added more to the arousal.

Leaving a trail of kisses and hickies down his neck to his chest, Larry brought his eyes to Sal's and observed his handiwork. On his neck were a handful of small, red bruise-marks that mostly likely needed to be hidden from Sal's dad. Larry licked at Sal's chest and nipples, and as he moved his leg closer to his dick, he could feel it getting harder with every sinful action done to his body. His hand inched its way downwards again to play with the semi-hard cock, his tongue lapping at Sal's stomach. "My, we're getting a little impatient, aren't we Sally Face?" He asked, his speech shockingly sober at the moment.

Sal gasped and arched his back as Larry started to stroke faster than he did last time, and with how aroused Sal was at the moment, everything was feeling hotter. There was that nickname again, Sally Face. Everyone called him that, and hearing Larry say it in that tone of voice, as a raspy sound injected at the end of his sentence, he loved it. "Heh, Larry Face," Sal tried to say, his teeth biting his disfigured lip in the hopes of not crying out in pleasure, "I'm not impatient, just excited."

"Maybe I like it when you're excited, Sal. You boss me around more often," Larry readjusted himself where he has a firm grip around Sal's dick, "And I get to hear you moan my name." Larry pulled away the boxers still around Sal's thighs and dropped them to the floor impatiently. He pulled on his own pants and lazily started to give his lover a handjob, his tongue sometimes licking lightly at the tip in a teasing manner. He was going to give Sal a blowjob eventually, and vice versa if he wanted too, but for now he wanted to wait and antagonize him a little longer.

"W-Will you just hurry up already? Stop teasing me!" Sal pleaded, his dick continuing to leak pre-cum with every stroke Larry gave. He inhaled sharply as the brown haired teen pulled his hand away from Sal's cock which was starting to twitch from being denied the ability to climax. During the entire time he gave Sal a handjob, his pants had been lazily falling off his thighs without him really paying attention. A little more and his pants would be off, and their passionate night would only continue from there.

This time, Larry got off the bed and finally took off his pants. Through his boxers, Sal saw a noticeable bulge. Larry toyed with with the smaller male by pulling down his boxers painfully slow, now standing in front of Sal with his own cock exposed. It was definitely a bit bigger than Sal's, and with it starting to stand erect in preparation for what both the teens knew was coming next.

"If we're going to do this right here, right now... we'll need some type of lube substitute to make things easier." Sal said, sitting up and looking around the room. Larry smiled and kissed Sal on the forehead, his balance still a little unsteady. "I'll check the bathroom. You just get yourself ready, okay?" His voice was reassuring as if Larry was prepared, however Sal was not. Sal watched Larry find his way to the bathroom and search for a good lube substitute in the drawers and cabinets.

Sal sighed through his nose and fell back onto the bed again while staring up at the ceiling, thinking about what happened before all this. Less than two hours ago, they had been going to see a concert without even thinking of becoming a couple or even having sex. Of course, there was the occasional flirting or close contact, but why the sudden change? Sal thought for a moment, hoping that whatever they were feeling wasn't unrequited, in a general sense. If Larry was sober, would he mean, "I love you." in the same sense, or did he only say that in the heat of the moment?

"Hey, Larry?" Sal called out, his small body shivering a bit due to the cold. He fixed his long blue hair and sat up while putting his weight on his right arm. Sal felt risque spread out on the bed like this, his bare legs touching the comforter that belonged to the hotel. Priceless dollars were spent to give a visitor a comfortable experience with large beds, and here they were, using it as nothing more than an object to have sex on. Sal felt bad, ruining such a nice comforter too, but it could always be washed, so no big deal.

"Yeah, what is it? I think I found something." Larry asked back, his eyes trained on a bottle of aloe gel provided by the hotel. "Hey, check it out!" Sal immediately got his attention as he waved an unopened condom in the air, making Sal a little disgusted knowing such a prim and proper hotel didn't bother to clean up trash left by other guests. "I guess we're not the only people who thought about getting down and dirty. Hopefully it's not too old."

He walked back in with the gel in his hand and read the warnings to make sure it was safe, the condom still in his hand as well. Sal eyed it carefully and almost laughed while saying, "Well, that's convenient.", but if anything it came out shaky and nervous. Larry nodded and placed the items beside them so that it was in arms reach, but Sal sat up and got on his knees before Larry could crawl on top of him again.

Larry's head tilted to the side in curiosity as Sal looked down, not meeting the brown haired teen's gaze. Copying Sal by sitting on his knees, Larry caresses his lover's shoulders in a massage-like manner to make him look up. "Hey, Sal? Is there something you're not telling me?" Larry asks, his voice managing to crack at the end of the question. The two of them looked into each other's eyes at the same time, their faces full of wonder, concern, and excitement all rolled into one.

There was that foreboding in Sal's chest again. That horrible, aching feeling that he and Larry won't see this as romance, and it will only be a night of regrets. Sal couldn't place it, his mind was a mess. He wanted this, he wanted to release any pent up feelings he has with Larry and continue to be in love afterwards, but another part of him is telling himself that Larry is only doing this because he's drunk or can't stop now because of how far they've gone now. Sal breaths in slowly and exhales shakily.

"Larry, I want... I want the truth. What we're going to do right now, is have sex." His mind went blank from that sentence alone, he was purely on autopilot. "And I need to know if that's going to impact us in the future." Larry squeezed his shoulders tighter, his eyes softening to provide some sort of comfort. His long brown hair moved as he lowered his head a little to kiss Sal again, their lips pressing against each other with less force and more passion. Larry never had a way with words, and let his actions do the talking, but he wanted to confirm that this is what he wanted.

Sal ran his hands through Larry's brown hair, his throat producing a sound that of a choked back sob and a relieved sigh. Larry ran his hands down to Sal's back, their kiss slow and evenly paced to where it wasn't too intense, but still messy enough for the two of them to enjoy it. He managed to push Sal to the bed again and have their bodies pressed up against each other. The two of them pulled away slowly, Sal leaning in to kiss Larry again, only to stop midway with his mouth open and his eyes half lidded shut.

Larry was the first to speak. "Sal, there isn't a thing in the world I want more than to be with you. And that's not the booze talking, okay?" He stifled a laugh, and Sal returned it by tilting his head to the side and smiling lopsidedly.

"I love you, I really do. If you want to get together, I wouldn't hesitate to say yes right now." "Larry," Sal began, his one good eye starting to well with tears, "Thank you, I love you so much. And yes," He confirmed, nodding his head up and down, "Yes, I want to be with you."

The swaying curtains seemed to come to a stop and the two of them held each other close, their naked bodies providing warmth from the cold wind finding its way into the room. Larry and Sal continued their love making again, now with more confidence, and Larry started to suck different parts of his neck without the love bites to give him more. Sal sighed lovingly, his arms wrapped around Larry's back. The brown haired teen continued to go downwards, occasionally kissing his stomach and making Sal flinch.

Licking his lips, Larry started to stroke Sal's cock, then readjusted himself where his face met with the tip. Moving his brown hair to the side, Larry playfully smiled at Sal before carefully wrapping his mouth around the tip, both hands holding the erect cock at the bottom. Sal groaned softly, running his hand through his blue hair and with his other hand, put his index finger in his mouth and bit down to silence his moans. Larry ran his tongue over the top and brought his face down farther, allowing for Sal's cock to slide into his mouth almost fully now.

Sal squeezed his eyes shut and spread his legs wider while letting out another groan, but definitely louder than the last. "Larry, shit... S-Start," He fluttered open his eyes and stared his lover in the eyes, "Start sucking." Larry complied with the smaller male's wishes, and starts moving upwards and downwards sloppily, albeit gagging since this was his first time giving a blowjob. Sal wanted to give one next as soon as possible, but he wondered if they would have anal sex first, or have sex last. But he wanted to enjoy this pleasure now, and worry about the future later.

"Fuck!" Sal dragged out, and he hissed in a breath as Larry quickened his pace and ran his hands over his stomach. Sal could feel his warm tongue swirling against the erect shaft, the saliva adding some type of extra stimulant to this feeling. "Larry, god, that feels so good." The brown haired male acknowledged the praise by attempting to make a sound in response, but once he deep-throated it became lost once he gagged again. Larry stopped to take a breather, his tongue flicking Sal's tip with a playful grin.

He moved hair out of the way and took his mouth off Sal's cock with a satisfying, wet pop and breathed out. Larry started to stroke Sal again, and the blue haired teen relished the feeling of being used like this. Every sensation was on overdrive, his mind a fog, and yet he enjoyed every single bit of it. Larry knew how close Sal was to cumming, and yet he didn't let him have the satisfaction of doing so. He could see the pure bliss on Sal's face from the handjob and blowjob alone, and could only imagine what his face would be like once they started having sex.

"Feel good, Sal?" Larry inquired, suddenly letting go of Sal's erect cock. Sal clenched his teeth together from the orgasm denial, realizing what kind of dirty tricks Larry had up his sleeves. Mewling, he moved his legs and ran a shaking hand through his hair, and his lips were curled downward. "Y-Yes." He replied. Larry looked over and grabbed the condom and unwrapped it, while also being mindful of any punctures by looking the condom over once or twice.

He slides on the condom, albeit a bit awkwardly since this is his first time putting one on. Picking up the aloe gel, he takes his sweet time to open it up and lather his fingers with it, all the while staring a Sal. The liquid, shining in the dim lamplight, dripped down Larry's long fingers and got caught in between his knuckles. Sal gulped, his heart pounding in his chest and his tongue going over his lips impatiently. Leaning over Sal, Larry tosses the bottle to the side and lifts up his hand, showing Sal how much "lubricant" will be used to lather up before the real sex began.

"I'll let you get used to it first." He whispered, moving his hand downwards to Sal's ass. The blue haired teen tries to suppress a gasp as Larry's index finger starts to rub at the opening of his asshole. The two don't take their eyes off each other as Larry starts to stimulate now, and with the help of the lubricant, his index finger slides inside rather quickly. To Sal, it was an odd feeling mixed with both pain and pleasure, and from one finger alone he could barely contain himself.

He squeezes his eyes shut and feels his dick becoming erect, and Larry shushes the blue teen by getting on top of him again, Larry's bare thighs trapping Sal underneath once again. His finger was still inside, doing nothing and staying still to get used to the feeling of having something inside his ass. It felt so strange having a foreign object inside his body, but it felt so good that he almost didn't want it to end. "Hey, you doing okay?" Larry's voice broke the silence, his eyes trailing over Sal's naked body again to make sure he was alright.

"A-Add another." Sal confirms, his arm wrapping around Larry's back to bring them closer together. Using his middle finger, Larry slowly presses the second finger against him as well, feeling the tensing hole for a moment, then pushes it inside as well. Sal tightens his grip on Larry's back, his eyes opening a little. A single tear forms in his good eye, but he quickly blinks it away and stares up at Larry again. "Larry, I... Ah-" Using his other hand, he bites his finger to keep from mewling his name.

"Sal, you're doing great. I'm getting you all lubed up, love." Sal didn't know if his heart could race any faster. The word repeated in his head again, that four letter nickname for someone you really love, and Sal smiled. "Thanks, Larry." He replied, his grip loosening a little, but his eyes were still staring into Larry's dark brown ones. Larry nodded, and very slowly started pumping in and out using his fingers, hoping to ease Sal into managing to take a whole cock. It got easier now, especially since the lube had managed to create a slicker opening and allowed for easy entry.

Another gust of wind made its way into the room as the two continued their first time, and by now Sal didn't keep in his moans anymore, let alone Larry. The blue haired teen noticed his voice start to crack with every other thrust of the two fingers, and Larry felt his dick start to harden beneath the condom. He wanted to give Sal what he really wanted, and the only way to do that was make him beg for it, even if it was a little demeaning.

Mid-thrust, Larry pulled his two fingers out of Sal, the lubrication managing to provide a more pleasurable experience. Kissing Sal's neck, the stronger male growled and used his hips to grind against Sal. "What do you want me to do, Sally Face?" Larry teased, using one hand to grab his cock and press it against Sal, while the other ran up and down the smaller male's chest and torso. Sal grabbed a hold of the covers and tried to figure out what to say, but only jerked his leg in response. "Come on, what do you want me to do to you?" Larry demanded, biting Sal's chest.

Sal threw his head back at the sudden sensation, his voice managing to become higher from that alone. "I want you to... fuck me." He replied back softly, embarrassing himself even more. Larry wanted a better answer, using his hand to slowly push his dick inside to get a more enthusiastic craving from his lover. Sal cried out again, his legs wrapping themselves around Larry's hips. His arms were around Larry's back, his lip quivering from it starting to thrust in and out, but only by the tip.

"Fuck! Larry, please! I-I want it!" Sal begged, his own dick pressed up against Larry's stomach. Larry shoved it inside more now, and Sal hissed in a breath to prepare himself for the entirety of it. "You want my cock deeper inside you, Sal?" Larry teased, his teeth biting down on Sal's nipples. The blue haired teen was a mess now, his face red and body covered in bruises and love bites, and his erect dick almost dripping with pre-cum. He wanted to be used, his body was starting to feel good.

"Yes, I want your dick in me!" Larry chuckled and started thrusting in and out now, not going the entire length but enough where he could make Sal a moaning mess without fail. "Yes! Jesus fuck-" His sentence got cut off as he cried out, and Larry inhales sharply in unison with Sal. Kissing Sal and wrapping his arms around his back, Larry feels their sweaty bodies press against each other as his dick fills up the entrance to Sal's asshole. Sal could feel Larry's testicles hit the skin against his entrance, his arms frantically trying to find leverage against Larry to keep himself from going limp.

Larry and Sal wrap their tongues around each other, feeling their hot breath fix in and moan each other's names through the kiss. His pace continued to quicken in an almost unnoticeable way to Sal, who only continued to sob Larry's name as if it was the only word he knew. "Sal, yes... Fuck, you're so tight." Larry growled, his eyes trained on Sal's blue ones. He licked his lips and felt close to cumming, even if they barely just started. He was horny before he penetrated Sal, and by the looks of it Sal was about to cum as well, but he looked closer than Larry.

The brown haired teen was correct, as Sal's back arched and his breathing became unsteady, his grip tightening on Larry's back. He could feel the nails digging into his skin, but he could only stare at his lover in such a pleasured state, his orgasm driving the short male over the edge. Larry felt the hot and sticky cum against his stomach and felt Sal's erection slowly go away, his dick resting against Larry. Throughout Sal's orgasm, Larry continued thrusting and hoped he provided the best experience possible.

Sal sputtered out a sentence, something along the lines of, "Fuck, that was great." and panted, his legs letting go of Larry's wait. Sweat fell down the side of his forehead and Larry breathlessly pulled out of Sal and took off the condom. The cum which belonged to Sal dripped off Larry's stomach and onto the comforter, but he paid no mind and kissed Sal again. The cold night air helped provide the room with some extra conditioning, and the two males got off each other, but Larry had to help Sal since his body hurt.

"Well, that was..." Sal tried, lying next to Larry on top of the bed. Their heads were on the pillows, bodies pressed up against one another in perfect, tired bliss. Larry nodded, running a hand through Sal's hair with a smile. "Really good?" Larry asked. Sal smiled back, his scars seemingly invisible to Larry in this moment. "Yeah, but maybe I'm not finished yet." He purred, sitting up and looking down at Larry's dick. Despite holding his stomach in pain, Larry could see just how much Sal wanted to give Larry pleasure as well, which he could never say no to.

On his hands and knees, Sal grabbed onto Larry's dick and started to stroke it, hoping to get another reaction out of the larger male. Larry tilted his head to the side and groaned as Sal got a good feel on giving a handjob and blowjob, then wrapped his lips around the tip and tried to copy the same movements Larry gave when he was sucking Sal's cock. "Mm, just like that, Sal." Larry praised, running his hand through his hair. Sal smiled and continued farther, his eyes trained on Larry's dick as he continued giving the blowjob.

He started off slow since this was his first time giving a blowjob, mostly copying the tongue movements Larry did or quickening his pace at random intervals. It was hard not to gag due to the size, but Sal would hide it with a noise which only added to the pleasure. Larry seemed to be enjoying it, with his head pressed into the pillow and his leg occasionally rising into the air. Larry started to groan and suddenly Sal felt Larry's cum shoot into the back of his throat, and he swallowed it before pulling the dick out of his mouth and giving it another lick. "Let's get cleaned up now, Larry Face~"

~~~

It almost seemed like a miracle that Sal and Larry made it back to the apartments before sunrise. Sal's dad and Larry's mom were still fast asleep in their beds none the wiser, but as for Larry and Sal, they were exhausted from their lack of sleep and their night of arousal. Instead of putting his hair into pigtails, he simply put it into a bun to keep it out of the way. The two teens decided to head up to the tree-house for a much needed heart to heart, so there they were, sitting on the floor pressed up against one another in front of the window, the early morning sun cascading rays into the little tree-house and providing warmth.

For the past hour before sunrise, the two of them just sat there, listening to the radio for any music they do or don't like. Sal had his arm wrapped around Larry, his head on his shoulder and dosing off every once in awhile and then being rudely awakened by a singer screaming their lungs out for a specific metal song. It wasn't like the radio was loud or anything, after all, Larry was still recovering from a hangover from last night. It was just the two of them and the music in that tree-house.

Larry had a comic book drawn by him in his hands, occasionally showing Sal his favorite parts in a sleepy manner while the other teen did nothing but nod and hope his ass wouldn't start hurting. Larry knew his mom got up early everyday, and he knew she would be barging up here to figure out where her son went. It's the same for Sal's dad too.

The two teens heard someone climbing up the tree-house, Sal's body jumping awake and wincing a little. Larry calmed him down and turned the volume down on the radio when his mom managed to finally climb up. "Larry, there you are! God, why didn't you tell me you had Sal with you? Sal's dad has been calling me nonstop to find out where he went and- Whoa, hey, you do you too look so tired?" Her lecture stopped abruptly when she noticed the more prominent bags under Larry's eyes, and even with a mask on Sal's body movements conveyed fatigue on a whole other level.

Sal thought for a moment, "At least she doesn't know we snuck out." and looked up at Lisa. "I-I had nightmares again. Horrible, horrible nightmares. I came to Larry and the two of us have been chilling up here the whole night trying to take my mind off of it. I'm really sorry, Mrs. Johnson." At his lie, her eyes softened and she caressed his mask in a motherly manner with a smile on her face. Lisa was none the wiser, causing Sal to smile beneath his mask. "Aw, I'm so sorry, Sal. I'll tell your dad then. Thanks for sticking by him Larry, it means a lot to him."

Larry nodded and played along with the lie, a grin forming on his face with ease. "Of course. He's my friend." He hated that he had to say that, especially after the night they had. He hoped Sal wouldn't take it the wrong way or think everything he said last night was because he was drunk. His mom nodded and waved goodbye before trying her best to climb back down the ladder of the tree-house. Sal had intertwined his hand with Larry's, his head still on his shoulder. Larry gulped and said, "Hey, Sally Face? I want to be with you, okay? Someday we'll tell my mom and your dad about us being a couple, eventually Ash, Todd, and Neil too." His lips curled into a sneer while thinking about Travis. "Hopefully Travis isn't going to be an asshole about it-"

"Hey, Travis is cool. There's just a lot going on in his life... But yeah, I want to be with you too. We could uh..." Larry looked over at Sal, his hair falling past his shoulders as he turned his head to look at Sal, occasionally dosing off. "We could tell them now if you want." Larry noticed something red on Sal's neck and looked down, his breath hitching a little. Three love bites were visible on his neck, and he somewhat hoped his mom wasn't paying too much attention to see them.

Kissing Sal on the forehead, he turned his head back to the comic and nodded, thinking about what to say and how to tell them. "We can tell them later. But for now you need your rest." Sal yawned and pressed himself closer to Larry, his eyes closing in bliss. "I love you, Larry Face. I'll try to have good dreams this time." Larry almost laughed at his comment and listened to the radio. "Love you too, Sally Face. Don't have any nightmares about demons." "Haha, no promises."