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open to: @angeldcgs

featuring: louie "lou" adkins, thirty, bisexual, pawnbroker.

plot: after bumping into his close friend griffyn at a bar, lou's girlfriend lux invites him back to their place for a nightcap. unaware of her plan for them, the three drink and talk till the early hours of the morning when the conversation turns to the nature of the boy's relationship.

"it's not- you're making it sound so much worse." with a beer cradled in one hand, lou buried his face in the other and prayed to the god he didn't believe in that his embarrassment hadn't reddened his face too much. the room was already too warm, they'd opened all the windows in the apartment but still, he could feel sweat beginning to drip down the back of his neck, though maybe that was also due to the intense eyes focused on him. "it was summer camp. we were, what, sixteen?" the sweat stains on his shirt had to be noticeable by now, dampening under his arms and around the collar of his white t-shirt. it was just the heat, that's all. it wasn't the memory of griffyn's mouth against his, or the feeling of his hand resting against his thigh before he'd jerked away. "it was- i don't even know, i can barely remember it! it was just a kiss." lux's curiosity about whether he and griffyn had ever fooled around wasn't a surprise but unlike every other story he'd offered to her without a second thought, his relationship with griffyn had always been a little like pandora's box to him, something he wasn't interesting in opening up and analysing out of fear of what he'd discover about himself.

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@blcssom liked for a short starter:

"are you serious? i’ve had a crush on you for as long as i can remember." when sobriety hit the next morning and lou remembered everything he'd confessed, he'd undoubtedly come running back to apologise for his stupidity but until then, he was more than content to let his secrets run freely. "i used to daydream about us all the time."

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@fairyridden liked for a starter:

"i haven't spoken to you in five years." he tried not to sound as heartbroken as he was, like the ending of their friendship hadn't shattered him into a million pieces that he'd only recently managed to piece back together. the cracks were still there, glued together precariously enough that a touch too rough would bring his mosaic heart into fragments again. "what makes you think i want to talk now?"