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“All
right, so how about next time we skip getting stuck and go straight to
the part where you strip me down and rub stuff all over me?” Lavi winked
with a cheeky grin that soon faded as Allen started pushing him
out. “Ow! Hey, careful, okay? You’ll rip my skin off!”

He started to push himself off the wall again, but he wasn’t sure if
it was working. He wasn’t actually putting all his strength to it,
making sure instead not to knock Allen in the head for a second time – a
threat that was very real given how close Allen’s face came to his in
the struggle. Lavi clenched his eye as he strained, but he could still
feel hot puffs of air tickling his skin while Allen pushed on his
shoulders, his lube-coated hands slipping a bit.

Allen tried to pretend that he didn’t hear Lavi’s comment, but he couldn’t stop the blush that reddened his cheeks even more. It was hard to ignore how close Lavi’s face was to his, too.

“Im trying to be careful…” he muttered, pushing his shoulder into Lavi’s chest to try to raise him a bit. “Try pushing up, I think the problem is you are tilted downwards…”

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Lavi
winced when they finally worked his shirt off, leaving him half-naked
and exposed to the chill of the basement. They’d better get over with it
quickly. He could already tell he was going to have solid bruises, and
throwing a cold into the bargain was too much for one night.

He scowled again as the slimy liquid trickled down his back. The
sensation was rather gross. It will take a while to scrub it all off,
too; Allen sure wasn’t stinting on it. Even so, Lavi couldn’t help a
soft smile tugging at his lips as he felt his friend’s hands sliding
over his skin, carefully covering every inch.

“I could stand to get stuck more often,” he joked with a relaxed hum
in his voice. His knees ached and his entire body was getting stiff from
holding the weird position, but damn, right now he wouldn’t mind Allen
taking his sweet time if that meant Lavi got to enjoy his touch just a
bit longer. Who would have thought that Beansprout had such deft
fingers, anyway?

“Please dont…” Allen said with a sigh. He took his time, making sure he didn’t miss any spots before standing back, his face still a bit pink.

“Ok, lets try again now…” He said, and pushed on Lavi’s shoulders again.

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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.

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“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…

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“Uhh… Okay?” Well, it didn’t sound that bad.
Lavi braced himself with his hands against the window frame and pushed
backwards. He couldn’t get a good grip, and his legs slipped on the
grass outside, making it even more difficult. Even Allen pushing on his
shoulders wasn’t enough to force him out – all it did was earn him a
solid bruise when Lavi knocked his flatmate in the forehead with his own
head as he squirmed.

“Sorry,” Lavi groaned, rubbing at the sore spot. “I don’t think this is working.”

“Ow…” Allen muttered, stepping back as he rubbed his head. He looked at the window, wondering what could have changed to make Lavi unable to get back out, but didn’t see anything.

“You really managed to get stuck… we might actually have to try plan B.” He had intended it as a joke… but it still could possibly work.

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“The
heck is plan B?” Lavi asked suspiciously. He was glad to distract Allen
from demanding more explanations, but his friend’s words weren’t very
reassuring. Lavi has seen enough action flicks to know that plan B
was usually nothing good. And judging from how tight the window frame
was around his ribs, chances were he’ll have to brace himself for just
that.

“We take your shirt off and rub butter or something on you. Like what people do with rings to get them off, you know?” Allen said in a completely casual voice, trying to look completely serious and not laugh. He started pushing on Lavi’s shoulders. “Try to wiggle out first though, I dont think we have much butter left.”

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Lavi raised his head as he heard soft
footsteps coming from the door. The light turned on suddenly, and he
squinted and blinked for a moment before his eye adjusted, finally
letting him look at Allen’s amused face.

“Glad you’re enjoying the show. Thanks,” he grunted as Allen came closer to hold him up a bit. “The door was my
original plan, but I kinda jammed the lock. We’ll have to look into
that later. On the plus side, at least now we know no one could break in
through here.” He motioned at the window with his thumb, sending Allen a
huge grin. His friend’s hold was easing the discomfort a little bit,
and Lavi wiggled again just to test if the new position would make him
able to slide out. It didn’t.

“How did you manage to jam the lock…?” Allen asked with a sigh. “Well, you got in this far, you must be able to get back out. If I help push you it should work. If not, plan B.”

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Lavi
sighed with relief, as much as his constricted chest let him. Good
thing that Allen didn’t take it for just another prank. With their
record, he sure had more than enough reasons to shrug the bizarre text
off. Lavi made a mental note of that; it was nice to know his flatmate
was still leaving himself open to fall for this kind of thing. If he
ever gets out of this damn window, he’ll definitely find a way to put
this to good use.

He typed up a reply, impatiently waggling his legs outside. Kneeling
on the damp grass was rather uncomfortable, and the basement didn’t
offer much warmth for his upper half, either.

To: Beansprout
Just me. mostly. Hurry up it’s cold

Allen read the reply at the top of the stairs to the basement, before starting down to see what sort of trouble Lavi got into this time.

When Allen flicked on the light and spotted Lavi stuck halfway through the window, he stared for a few seconds before he started to snicker.

“Wow Lavi, I’m surprised you even managed to get this far through that window… why didn’t you just use the door? Like a normal person would?”

The position did look rather uncomfortable, so Allen stepped forward to help support the upper half of Lavi a bit so the window wasn’t digging into his stomach.

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Reading Allen’s text, Lavi couldn’t help but smirk. He could almost
hear his flatmate’s tired voice asking him that question. In the few
months since they moved in together, he’s heard it a lot already. That
guy had the patience of a saint. And Lavi never had enough of testing
it.

To: Beansprout
Got myself into a pickle. Can you go to the basement?

Lavi squeezed the phone in his hand, trying to steady his breathing
as he waited for a reply. With every breath, the window frame was
digging painfully into his chest. Lavi rested his head on his fist and
peered at the phone. The shine of the screen was almost blinding in the
dark basement, making him squint. A couple minutes later, the phone
finally buzzed.

The Basement? Allen wondered what Lavi could have done in the basement at this time of night. With a sigh, he slipped his feet into his slippers and started heading downstairs.

To: StupidLavi

On my way. Whats in the basement?

He hoped it wasn’t something stupid, like Lavi needed him to fetch something but was too lazy to do it himself.

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[Starter for ruzuki]

Lavi sneaked up to the front door, wincing at the boards creaking under his feet. It must have been past 3 am. already. He fumbled for his key in the darkness and thrust it in the lock on the fourth try, but when he tried to turn it, his hand was met with resistance.

“What the hell,” he grumbled, wiggling the key in the lock. He didn’t want to turn on the porch light and disturb his flatmate, so he tried to turn the key again and again, pushing harder each time until he heard a soft cling and the key broke in half, one part left in his hand, the other still in the lock.

Great. Now they’ll have to get a locksmith first thing in the morning. Allen sure will be delighted. As if they didn’t have other problems… But that could wait until the morning, and right now Lavi’s top priority was to finally go to bed. Which meant he had to get inside somehow. He scratched his head, looking around haplessly, until he remembered the basement window. It should be open, he’d always left it open. Lavi rushed to the backyard and sure enough, there it was. Relieved, he tossed his bag in through the narrow opening and followed suit.

His head went in without problems, but the moment Lavi pushed his arms through, he knew he was fucked – absolutely, royally fucked with cherry on top. He squirmed experimentally back and forth, but it didn’t change a thing: he couldn’t go either way. Trying to fend off the panic creeping up on him, Lavi reached for his bag, found his phone and opened up a new message.

To: Beansprout
Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

Allen groaned as he heard his phone chime. He wanted to ignore it and go back to sleep, but instead he rolled over, searching blindly for his phone on the bedside table. It could be important, after all…

Once he read the text, he frowned. It wouldn’t be the first time Lavi had woken him up for something stupid, but Allen worried that there might actually be a problem. Did Lavi forget his keys? Or got stranded somewhere? He sighed, and typed out his reply.

To: StupidLavi

What did you do now?