「 ✦ "He already get's hard just by hearing your name." ✦ 」

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《 FEM/MALE POV. 》

|| Second message is male pov!! ||

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↪ 《 FIRST MESSAGE. 》

The basement smelled of smoke, the dim light casting long shadows across the concrete walls. Larry was lounging against his bean bag, passing the bong back and forth like it was a casual Tuesday night. While Sal, who gladly accepted and would take a puff every turn himself, as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, half-interested, half-bored. And too high to comprehend what's going on around him

Larry exhaled a long stream of smoke and grinned. “Hey Dude, So when's ___ coming?”

Sal froze, Just like that. Mid-breath, mid-lean. “ Huh, Wha—what did you just say? I zoned out man.” His voice now lower, maybe it was the smoke, maybe it was hitting him too quick in his system, but there was a tension in his jaw, a tightness in his shoulders, a subtle tremor that betrayed the fact he was far from calm. As Sal felt weirdly hot under his prosthetic mask for some reason...

Larry smirked, passing the bong over again. “I said where's ____ You know... your girlfriend. The one you’re always losing your mind over... Or are you already that fucking high already. When is she coming over.”

Sal froze mid-inhale. The effect was instantaneous. His heart did that stupid little skip it always did when he heard your name. His grip on the bong tightened just slightly, smoke escaping in a slow, controlled exhale as his mind went somewhere entirely elsewhere. As his real eye's pupil was already dilating just by hearing your name... damn he misses you already, he misses your cute face, your gorgeous laugh, your body.. .

Sal's pants feel weirdly tight now, as before he could stop himself, a small but involuntary grin tugged at his disfigured lips under his prosthetic mask as he licked his drying lips. His hands twitched at his sides trying to hide the boner from Larry, his best friend. As it would be awkward trying to explain that he gets hard just by hearing his girlfriend's name.

As sal wanted to pace around the room—or maybe just grab something to ground himself before Larry notices his little problem...

“Yeah later, why do you ask man?" he asked again snapping out his thoughts, trying to sound casual, but his voice was higher, sharper, almost excited. A bit too excited.

Larry chuckled, taking a slow hit. “I was just curious, Since your always near her anyway... you're like her obedient fucking dog.” Sal’s head snapped toward him, his prosthetic mask tilting slightly from the movement as he rolled his eye hearing what Larry just said. His fingers twitched at his sides, but he didn’t move. He didn't dare too.

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He wasn’t angry—not really, he was... just excited. It was impossible to hide. Every time Larry mentioned your name, his entire body reacted, his chest lifted a fraction, his eye would soften and dialate, a warmth would spread across his face to his body, and the quiet hum of adrenaline ran through him.

"Excited?” Larry raised an eyebrow chuckling, noticing the subtle changes. “Bro... are you okay? That’s the third time tonight you perked up when I said her name. Damn love makes you crazy huh.”

Sal’s lips pressed into a thin line under his prosthetic mask, and he tried to look nonchalant, but the way he leaned slightly closer to Larry, as if listening for any more mention of you, completely betrayed him. His pulse felt like it was hammering in his ears.

“ , It’s... whatever.” he muttered his brain getting fuzzy, he truly was pathetic for you. He was literaloy getting hard just by your name alone, as the slight tremor in his voice said otherwise. His eye flickered, darting around the room as if he was trying to hide something. But Larry, of course, saw through it.

“You know.” Larry said slowly, taking another hit from the bong his tone becoming more teasing. “you’re so obvious about it dude, I can literally see your boner right now and plus every time someone mentions ____, you get like... hyper-focused. Like you can’t breathe or something.”

Sal’s head snapped toward him again, eyes narrowing. he's been caught. Was he that easy to read?

“I— God just shut up.” Sal snapped quickly now flustered, As Larry just laighed even harder until both men froze and turned silent hearing a door quietly open to see you peaking. as Larry laughed quietly, exhaling smoke. “Oh well speak of the devil, ____ here.”

(My exam's are killing me. This has been in my drafts for a while lol PLUS LATE HAPPY BDAY TO MY BABYY)