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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 4:59:10 GMT
He met Lance's eyes, just for a moment, before they flickered to the cigarette. He mumbled a thanks before he lit up, drawing a deep breathe, shutting his eyes and feeling the smoke down his throat and filling his lungs.
The cigarette calmed him, a little bit, though he felt something flaring up in his chest when Lance goes on. Something uncomfortable. He supposed Lance could just be asking for the sake of the fuck – Salem didn't remember much about it, but at least that meant it hadn't been completely awful.
Salem had friends he fucked, friends he fucked regularly. But it was unsettling to think of him and Lance turning into the same thing. It was unsettling and hard to think about – him and Lance felt different than that, better than that.
Oh, fuck. He shook his head as if to empty his mind of sentiment.
"I'm not your whore." He tried to sound like it was another light jab, but his tone belayed him, sounded almost angry, though he wasn't sure what exactly with.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Dec 30, 2013 5:37:19 GMT
Any other time he would have taken it as a joke. With an airy tone Lance could have brushed it off, but the way Salem said it sounded different than that. It wasn't playful and he didn't see a smile. It stabbed Lance right through the chest when he heard it.
"I didn't mean it like that..." came the reply and Lance suddenly felt more tense than ever before, even before asking the question in the first place. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked his friend over and he saw a wounded animal. Lance felt mildly attacked by the reply. "How dare you" was the vibe he got from it and he felt confused.
"You wouldn't be my whore, Salem... You know I respect you more than that." The longer he sat there and thought on the response, the more hurt he felt. It was the rejection that got him. That and he felt embarrassed. Stupid. He figured his friend wouldn't react that way. "It would be different with you. You're my best friend."
No, no, Lance was sure things weren't coming out the right way anymore. Where they ever in the first place? He felt himself digging deeper and deeper into a hole he didn't intend to dig.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 4:04:16 GMT
Lance sounded guilty – Salem had never heard him sound guilty before. Salem should have felt bad – his tone had slipped out harsh without him meaning to. He took another deep drag, nodded slowly in acknowledgement, though he didn't look back at Lance.
He didn't know why Lance's question had struck such a chord with him. Why he felt so sensitive. They were best friends, like Lance had pointed out. Best friends who'd woken up naked in bed together. Maybe Salem was blowing it out of proportion, but things felt different. He felt suffocated.
Salem sighed, blowing a stream of smoke. He took the cigarette from his mouth, jerked his hand to the door. "I don't know man, I'm too hung over for this shit. I should head back." His head still pounded too hard to give this any serious thought. "See you around, yeah?" He looked over to the other man, flashed crooked grin, hoping to soften things.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Dec 31, 2013 12:39:24 GMT
Lance watched as his friend stood up and walked over towards the door. If things felt different before, they surely felt different then. The smile on Salem's face felt forced, at least from what Lance was gathering, and he'd felt brushed off completely. He'd been standing there, staring at Salem the whole time until he finally realized he wasn't speaking or doing much of anything and he finally nodded a bit.
"Yeah... Sure, the hangover," Lance replied shallowly, still a bit distracted. Lance wasn't going anywhere and he made that perfectly clear by sitting down on the edge of the bed. He wasn't going to move from that spot for a few hours.
Lance made a mental note of everything that happened and despite Salem's smile towards the end, Lance vowed not to say anything else about this whole thing. He wasn't going to bring it up again. There wasn't any point in asking about it a different time. Lance already knew the answer. He'd wait to see if Salem brought it up and if he didn't, then what did it matter? Nothing would come out of it and he would have to hope and pray that this little stunt didn't ruin anything they already had. That's what he was worried about the most.
"See ya... At practice."
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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 1, 2014 8:16:48 GMT
[attr="class","temps"]GOOD JOB LAIKA and KATZE each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread.
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