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Every inch of his body is screaming at him to go back to bed. Right on cue, Kenny passes out next to him and flops into Stan’s lap, who scratches behind Kenny’s ear sleepily in a way that must be instinctual for dog owners.

A single, twin bed.

Though neither boy says anything, something about putting their clothes in the same space, next to each other, feels oddly domestic and perfectly ... normal. It feels ... right, in a way.

Because there, closing the door behind him, still dripping from the shower, face red and only a towel around his waist, is Roman Prince.

Fuck, Virgil is so gay.

Instead, he pulls the taller boy closer, allowing Virgil to hide his face in his neck. It’s harder to cuddle this way, since V is so much taller than him, but he’s found it’s the best way to get the boy to actually let his feelings out for once.

“I just—I don’t want you to have to suck some gross dude’s dick for rent—”

“I’m not sucking anyone off, okay?”

“I just think a lot of creeps use websites like this. What if you end up on a date with some serial killer or something?”

“Then they’ll be a really unlucky serial killer.”

baring his teeth

Chuuya was the one standing there in a mirror, admiring how good his ass looked in a pair of red leather pants that had been sent to him by an old man he’d met online