Stuck

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“Yeah,
whatever.” Lavi rolled his eye. He looked down at the bottle Allen
thrusted in his hands and frowned. “Why are you giving me this?
What am I supposed to do with it? I can’t even reach to scratch my damn
back. You do the rubbing. Help me take my shirt off first.”

Lavi dropped the bottle to the floor and plucked at his shirt.
Freeing the fabric from between his body and the window wasn’t easy. He
hoped that getting rid of the additional layer would make it easier to
wriggle out even without coating him in slick goo, but the shirt was too
thin to make a difference. At least now that Allen was there, the
situation was slowly turning to be interesting and amusing instead of
plain annoying. He could live with that.

Allen tried to not think about what Lavi had that bottle for as he helped. It was a bit hard to not think about it though when he was pulling Lavi’s shirt off. What is wrong with me… he thought in frustration. Sure, he could admit Lavi was hot, but he never really thought about him like this before… much…

Allen tried to stop blushing as he dropped Lavi’s shirt to the floor and picked up the bottle. You’re just helping get him unstuck… he reminded himself. Stop thinking weird things! He opened the bottle and started pouring the liquid on Lavi’s back, as close to the window as he could get.

“I hope this works… I dont want to have to break the frame, that would be expensive to fix…” he said, grimacing a bit as he rubbed the slippery liquid over Lavi’s back. It was nice to be able to innocently touch him like this… but he really didn’t like getting the lube all over his hands.