Stuck

“Great,” Lavi sighed, the wooden frame
pressing into his body as his chest heaved. “Just… Are you really gonna
use butter? I don’t wanna smell like a damn toast later.” Just then, he
got an idea.

“You know what? Go to my room. There’s a green bottle in my nightstand drawer. Use that instead. It should do the trick.”

Honestly, he’d much rather use up his personal lube getting into tight
places than out of them, but in a pinch, he had to get over the waste.
He won’t get a lot of chances to tap that if he stays where he is, after
all.

“Good, butter is expensive…” Allen muttered, and hurried back up the stairs towards Lavi’s room.

When he saw the state of Lavi’s room, he sighed. The floor was barely visible, covered in papers and piles of books. He carefully made his way to the nightstand, and rummaged through the drawer, looking for the bottle.

Even the drawer is a mess… he thought, and finally spotted the green bottle. He grabbed it and left the room, leaving the light on in his hurry back down to the basement.

“Got it, Lavi.” he said as he made his way down the stairs. “You need to clean your room, by the way.” He looked at the bottle in his hand, intending to open it, and finally spotted the words in bold print on the front.

What… he felt his cheeks grow warm with a blush. What has he been doing? He turned his head away and shoved the bottle at Lavi, not wanting to keep holding it. He ignored the fact that he felt a bit hurt upon the realization that Lavi had a sex life. Its not like its my business…