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"you're drunk."
Money snickers behind Stretch as he spoons him, burrowing his skull into the back of his neck,
"and? so are you." Money teases back, his words slurring slightly as his hands wander up Stretch's hoodie. Too bad for Money that he's wearing another shirt under the hoodie, as well as overalls. Stretch bats his hands away half-heartedly,
"true." he admits, and it was true, he was drunk.
Earlier that night a few of the others thought it would be fun to have a few drinks. Too bad a few drinks to Money, and Stretch meant getting drunk, which normally leads to the two of them passing out together in really random places. Tonight they'd gotten lucky, and managed to make it to Stretch's bed where the two currently laid.
Somehow despite Stretch batting his hands away, Money has managed to find his way under his hoodie, and second shirt underneath, his hands now skimming over Stretch's ribs. A shiver runs through him at the soft touches, and he grabs one of Money's hands,
"c'mon dude," he laughs, "that's-" he ends up cutting himself off when he squawks feeling Money's tongue on the back of his neck, "dude!" his voice high pitched, while Money laughs,
"c'mon yourself." he whispers, "you think i don't see it?"
"see what?" Stretch asks, confused. He has no idea what Money's talking about right now
It all becomes clear when Money removes a hand from his ribs, and lowers it to cup Stretch through his pants. Unfortunately, it's only now that Stretch realizes that he's got a raging boner. What the fuck? How had he not felt that? His cheeks flush bright orange,
"huh…well...just...get your hand off it!" he squeaks, and goes to chase Money's hand away. His friend hums, but moves his hand,
"you sure?" his voice still soft, "i can help...just like you can help me."
"how can i-" cut off again, this time by Money pressing his own erection into his pelvis, Stretch chokes on his words before stammering out, "w-whoa wait!" shrugging Money off with his friend giving a disgruntled groan, Stretch turns around to face him, "you're not...suggesting what i think you're suggesting?" he tries, and Money blinks,
"if you mean, am i suggesting we fuck, then yes, i am."
Stretch gapes, and stares at him for a moment before blurting out, "but we're both papyrus?"
Money laughs loudly, his good socket crinkling in his mirth, "yeah, that we are, and?"
"isn't that weird?"
"you sayin' you've never bashed the bishop before?"
"what?"
Money tsks, "masturbated. learn slang, stretch." he pats Stretch's cheek which is becoming more orange as time passes,
"well, yeah, but what's that got to do with us fucking?"
Money gestures between the two of them, "both papyrus, so it's just like...overly complicated masturbation. right?"
Somehow, Stretch is having trouble refuting this. Probably because he's drunk. A small part is telling him not to do it, and not because he thinks it's wrong. Money was right in his statement, but Stretch wonders if this will ruin their friendship if they do this. Money is the best friend he's ever had, and the thought of losing that terrified him.
The other part of him though, the large part, was screaming at him to do it. Most likely the horny part that was currently reminding him that his overalls were feeling a bit tight. Money just keeps watching him as this internal debate goes on in his head, and as he thinks he suddenly feels a lot more sober, staring down at his friend. Is it crazy to want to do this? It's probably just a one time deal, right? There's nothing wrong with that, and no one had to know. It could be their dirty little secret.
Still a bit unsure, Stretch hesitantly leans forward. Money just watches him, and doesn't move as Stretch inches closer until finally their faces are less than an inch apart. Their breath mingled together, hot, and needy with Money still making no attempt to move. Whatever this was they were both feeling, Money was leaving it up to Stretch to decide if they proceed, or not.
Taking a breath, Stretch closes the distance, capturing Money in a kiss that soon becomes heated as his friend wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. A moan escaping his mouth as he does this. Their tongues somehow find each other, leaving Stretch panting at the way their magic collides.
Money's hands find their way up Stretch's hoodie once again, fumbling with his straps,
"fuckin'...why you gotta wear overalls man." he breaks the kiss to mumble against Stretch's mouth, who chuckles breathlessly,
"to be fair," he pants, "i never thought i'd be fucking my best friend."
"you should always assume we'd be fucking." Money smirks, giving him a small kiss, and Stretch snickers again.
Pulling away from Money who whines loudly, Stretch pulls his orange, and purple hoodie over his head, tossing it to the side. He reaches for Money, and starts pulling his friend's purple hoodie off. Money sits up to help, and the second it's off he's back to kissing Stretch with a needy moan, his hands back on the overalls to unbuckle the straps.
Stretch can hear the click, and feel as the front of his overalls fall in the front, and the straps down the back. A thrill of excitement he wasn't expecting courses through him as Money yanks his overalls off, tossing them onto his dirty floor. Stretch panting into that kiss breaks it, although their tongues still slightly reach for each other, a small string of saliva connecting them until Stretch grabs the hem of Money's second hoodie. His friend, figuring out what he's doing, reaches down to take the hem himself, and yanks his orange hoodie off to go join Stretch's overalls on the floor.
Money grins at him panting slightly, "just so you know…" he yanks Stretch over by his shirt, "i ain't wearing underwear, so when these come off, that's it."
"course you're not wearing underwear." Stretch chuckles, his mouth barely ghosting against Money's as he feels the need to ask, "is this...a good idea?"
Money blinks once, and reaches up to grab his eye patch, pulling it off, and tossing it onto Stretch's side table,
"no idea, all i know is, i trust you like I trust vi." he stares into Stretch's sockets, his bad eye still closed, "i want to do this."
Stretch gazes into his friend's one good socket, panting, just mere centimeters from kissing him again, and whatever doubt he had melts. Money's right. They're best friends. They trust one another, and Stretch would be lying if he said there was nothing else there. Something was always there between them, but they ignored it. Covered it up with jokes, and laughs. Well, it's not so funny at the moment. Now it's real, and he's right in front of him.
Taking a breath, Stretch leans forward, his mouth molding against Money's once more, but this one is a little different than the last. This one isn't all passion, and heat. It's gentle, sweet, the kind of kiss you'd give a lover, not a casual fuck. What this means for the two of them, Stretch has no idea, but right now he's just going to give in to whatever this is.
Hands moving up, they pull Money's skull tighter against his own while his friend's hands toy around the hem of his underwear, Stretch's ecto having formed completely. He figures Money was going to just go for it, but instead goes a bit higher to grab his shirt, and breaks their kiss once more to yank it over his head. Stretch's breathing is heavy, as is Money's, the two of them just looking at each other.
"how do you-" Money begins, but Stretch cuts him off by grabbing him, and falling onto his back on the bed with Money on top of him,
"fuck me."
Money smirks, "can do, sweetheart." his voice, ever so soft.
Stretch's soul leaps at hearing Money call him sweetheart. He knows it shouldn't, that this is just them fooling around, but is it so bad to want more? He's broken from these thoughts by Money asking,
"where do you keep it?"
"keep what?"
Money just gives him this look, "by the answer to my question I'm going to say that you have none. bro, do you just go in dry? you that hard-core?"
Stretch suddenly realizes what he means, and flushes,
"i don't...i don't have sex enough to just have it lying about! do you?"
Money snickers, and gives him a little kiss taking him by surprise,
"nah, but i know a certain someone who does. hold on, brb."
Stretch feels the magic before Money suddenly disappears. Their teleportation magic always had a very specific feel to it. You could feel it spark in the air before, and after they were done teleporting. Like a mark left behind to prove they'd been there. So, Stretch can also feel when Money's coming back. The magic permeates the air slightly before his arrival. It's nearly undetectable. The only reason Stretch can sense it, is because he knows what he's looking for. He returns with an oomph, falling right on top of Stretch again, this time bottle in hand, and a smirk,
"courtesy of a certain on duty cop."
Stretch blinks, and snorts, "dude, did you steal my brother’s lube?"
"i certainly did, he won't mind."
"yeah," Stretch begins, placing his hand on the back of Money's skull, pulling him towards him, "he won't." he breathes against Money's mouth just before kissing him again.
Money moans softly into that kiss, deepening it easily with colliding tongues, breath, and promises of a good time. Stretch can tell Money's still got that tube in his hand, probably warming it. Either that, or he just feels he'll use it soon, and putting it down would be counterproductive. Both options have him shivering since he knows he's in for some fun. He can barely stand it, and feels the two of them are still way too clothed even though he's only in his underwear, and Money in his pants. Which, for him, is apparently like underwear since he's not wearing any.
It seems that Stretch wasn't the only one feeling overdressed since Money finally sets that lube onto his bedside table never breaking that kiss, and reaches down to start sliding his boxers off. Stretch sighs in relief as his cock is freed from the confines of his underwear. Even though they were loose fitting it still felt way too tight. He figured Money would just take his own pants off, but he surprises Stretch when he instead breaks that kiss they're in to slowly move downwards. He first kisses his jaw, then neck before making it to his chest where his ecto has already covered his ribs, giving a kiss to the middle of his sternum. A stray thought crosses his mind that perhaps he should've changed to his female ecto instead of his male. He's comfortable in either after all, but as Money travels down to kiss his stomach he knows he's happy with his choice. A tiny spark of hope sits in his soul that next time he can use female ecto, or Money can. They can explore all their forms together. That is, if Money wants to. It's a funny realization for Stretch to know that's what he wants.
So deep in thought, Stretch barely registers that Money has moved away from his stomach. He's stopped to grasp Stretch's cock eliciting a gasp from the other Papyrus in this party, and for him to focus back on what Money's doing. He can see his best friend smirk, and stick that pretty purple tongue from his mouth to lick the precum dribbling down from his tip. Stretch moans at the sensation it leaves feeling Money do that,
"a-ah damn dude. a little warning would be nice." he teases, and Money hums letting his inordinately long tapered tongue wrap around the tip of his cock.
He has Stretch shivering as he takes his tongue back to poke it gently along his slit,
"where's the fun in that?" he purrs, and takes his tongue back to blow cool air against where he just licked, "let me know what you want sweetheart." he murmurs, "i can keep doing this, or I can start prepping you. your choice."
Stretch really wants to say this, but in the long run he knows if he does, he'll be in a desperate state during the prep. So, instead he opts for the other option,
“while i’d really love to say keep doing this,” Money chuckles as he continues, “you should start, and you know you can take your pants off, right?”
Money smirks as he reaches for that lube again, "i know. think I'll save the grand reveal for when I'm about to trust into your ass though."
"tease."
With another chuckle, Money pours some of the lube into his hand, setting the bottle back down, and begins rubbing it over both his hands. Only when he's felt he's got it completely covered, and well slicked does he get ready to begin. Stretch sucks in a breath as he feels Money press one of his fingers against his entrance, shifting himself a bit so his friend has easier access. Money gives him one last look as he rubs his finger a little, and Stretch knows this is him giving him an out. If he doesn’t want to do this, if he’s changed his mind, tell him now, and they’ll forget this ever happened.
He doesn’t want to forget. He wants Money. His best friend...no they’re more than that. They both know that. They’ve always been more. Ever since they’d first met here in this place so far away from their homes, they’d bonded instantly. The two of them just never acted on it. Stretch has no idea what kept Money from acting on it, but he figures it might be the same reason he never did which was he didn’t want to put more strain on their weird little budding family. Everyone was so high strung that first little while after everyone appeared from the machine, but now it was different. Everyone had settled into their new lives, and it was comfortable. They could take the time to think about it, and maybe be...something.
Stretch nods, and relaxes, a soft smile gracing his face at how right this feels. Money returns the smile with a gentle one of his own, and without needing any more prompting, Money pushes one of his fingers inside him, making Stretch moan softly, shaking at the feeling. It’s been a while since he’s had sex, which he sort of hates to admit, but he doesn’t think Money cares much as he starts to move that finger at a slow pace, stretching him just slightly. Shifting himself, he manages to pull Money down, whispering as he goes, his voice breathy,
“kiss me.”
“always.” Money whispers back, looking so gentle it makes his soul flip flop.
Mouths colliding, Stretch gasps at the intensity that Money brings, instinctively pulling him closer. He can feel as Money speeds up that finger, his hips starting to move almost as if without permission, and a chuckle emanates from his friend who pulls from the kiss just slightly, their mouths still so close, their breath mingling,
“eager?”
“very.” Stretch replies, panting a little, and Money chuckles again,
“can’t leave ya high, and dry then, can i sweetheart?”
“no, you can’t.” he smirks as Money kisses him again while sliding in a second finger that has Stretch whimpering quietly at the slight stretch now having two fingers inside him creates.
Stretch’s hands begin to wander, leaving heated little touches all over Money’s exposed ecto, and making him shiver. He wanted to remember this so badly, which he figured he would since he’s begun to start feeling more, and more sober as time went on. So now, he’s trying his best to commit the feeling of Money’s ecto to memory. How his body felt, how warm he is, and how much he's realized he wants this. Stars, he wants this so much, and he knows this will never be a one time thing, or he hopes so anyway. He wants more from Money, he wants him, and not just to fuck, but a true relationship. Stretch can't believe it took him this long to realize.
He's in love with his best friend.
A part of him feels scared that Money doesn't feel the same. That this is just a casual hook up for him, but as Money slides in that third finger all those thoughts fly away as he moans into his friend's mouth, little whimpers coming from his throat. His fingers move so easily despite only having just added the third one. Guess Stretch’s body wanted this just as much as his mind did.
Reluctantly, Money begins breaking away from Stretch, who whines in response, and tries to follow after him a little, forgetting that they're not actually together. This is just casual right now, and doing that probably makes him look a little desperate. If Money noticed he says nothing, and instead, pants out,
"fuck, i don't think i can wait much longer, sweetheart."
His free hand is moving down, and starts sliding down his sweatpants. A shiver of anticipation runs down Stretch's spine,
"then don't," he murmurs, and Money glances at him, "don't wait." he spreads his legs even more to invite Money in, "i don't think i can wait any longer either, honey."
Not waiting to be told twice, Money smirks, and removes his fingers from Stretch making the tall monster whimper at the empty sensation it leaves him. He almost tells Money to put them back in to get rid of that feeling, but he knows something better is coming to fill him as Money pulls down his pants.
This is the first time Stretch is seeing Money completely naked with ecto formed. He's seen most of Money's skeleton as the monster didn't care much about others seeing it, and would walk throughout the house in all manners of undress despite many protests from certain others to stop. As such, this is his first time ever seeing his dick, and a teensy part of him wonders if they're similar since they're both Papyrus, but once Money's removed his pants, and tossed them, he can see the differences. Money is just slightly longer, and thicker, plus the shape differs from his, furthering proving that they're very different people.
"look at that, i win." Money teases, referring to the fact that he's a bit bigger. Stretch snorts,
"it's not about size, but how you use it."
"oh ho, touché." Money chuckles with him, but as the laughter dies, his friend reaches up, and brushes his fingers along Stretch's cheek.
Blinking in surprise, Stretch leans into the touch, closing his sockets, a small purr escaping his throat, and just barely hears when Money whispers,
"you look so amazing, stretch."
Sockets opening, he looks up at Money who's gazing at him like he's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Cheeks flushing, Stretch breathes out, his voice in slight awe,
"money…"
His friend leans down, and gives him the most tender light kiss that has Stretch melting. He wishes it wouldn't end as Money pulls back,
"we'll talk afterwards."
Stretch's soul leaps, "yeah, we will."
Money smirks, "good, cause i'm really wanting to wreck this tight little ass of yours right now." he slaps the side of Stretch's upper thigh, hitting just the side of his ass. Jumping slightly, Stretch makes a noise of surprise which just furthers Money's amusement.
"i don't have that tight of an ass." Stretch mutters, and Money hums in response,
"sweetheart," he starts as he moves, and first grabs the stolen lube, putting more on his hands before he grasps his own cock. Stroking himself, he starts spreading the lube, his breathing noticeably increasing as he goes. Finally once he's covered, he moves to position himself so his cock is pressing up against Stretch's entrance. Shaking a little, his anticipation mounting, Stretch nearly misses what Money says, "your ass is tight." he lifts Stretch's hips a bit, giving his ass another slap, "nothing wrong with that though since…" he trails off as he begins to push himself inside with a groan, "it feels so fuckin' good."
Money wasn't lying. Stretch is panting, and whimpering as Money slowly enters, both at the slight burn, and also explosive pleasure radiating throughout his body.
"f-fuck…" Stretch moans out as Money hilts himself inside him, and stops letting him adjust.
Taking a few deep breaths, Money moves just his arms, and with one hand grips Stretch’s leg just under the knee while the other clasps with one of Stretch’s hands, their fingers weaving together tightly. A look is passed between the two. A look of almost longing between them despite the fact that they’re connected in one of the most physical senses. Stretch almost doesn’t want it to end, but it does when Money starts to move, having deemed Stretch relaxing as his cue to go, which it was. He’s ready. He’s been ready for a while, but they’d needed that small moment.
The pace is slow to start with Money moving leisurely, definitely worried about hurting Stretch if he goes too fast too early, and while his face feels like it’s on fire, Stretch squeezes Money’s hand in his, and moans out,
“f-faster…”
He seriously doesn’t have to tell Money twice, and it’s as if his words break whatever had been holding his friend back since he stutters for a millisecond at his moan, but is then pushing on his leg so it’s nearly against his chest so he can hit even deeper. His thrusts speed up, and go from leisurely, to a quick slamming pace that has Stretch mewling underneath Money in a matter of seconds.
“ooh, those are beautiful sounds you’re makin’ sweetheart.” Money groans out, “f-fuck, i’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
If he didn’t have Money’s cock thrusting into his ass at the speed, and intensity it was, Stretch might have registered that last comment better. Unfortunately, he doesn’t, and instead just responds with a heated little moan of his own, his free hand gripping into his sheets tightly. The room is beginning to fill with the sounds of their ecto slapping together, along with their moans, mewls, and pants. They’re not being quiet at all, and neither are giving any thought to Papyrus’s room being in such close proximity, or to the fact that he might be able to hear what’s going on, too lost in each other.
Suddenly, Money let’s go of Stretch’s leg, and unclasps their hands so he can wrap his arms around Stretch’s body, pulling him against him, his face buried into his chest. Stretch is quick to wrap his arms around Money’s skull, and his legs around his waist. He’s moving his hips with each thrust while his legs press Money in even more. Money’s fingers dig into the ecto of his back, making him let out a small whimper, and arch into the touch. He hadn’t expected to like that, but he’s finding he does.
He also doesn’t expect for Money to spontaneously flip them, but he does which has Stretch squeaking, and feeling slightly disoriented as he moves from being on the bottom to on top, now straddling Money. Who, by the way gives Stretch the cheekiest look, and has the orange flush deepening on Stretch’s face,
“warning next time, dude.” he breathes out, and Money hums,
“dude? where’d honey go? one small position flip, and i’m not your honey anymore?”
His face feels like it’s the surface of the sun due to the magic pooling in his cheeks, and his sockets widen at Money’s words. He sputters,
“n-no, i didn’t say...that…” he trails off, and averts his gaze to rest his hands on Money’s chest, his friend bringing his own hands up to place over top of his, “you’re...my honey.”
Money smirks, “good.” he moves a hand to slap Stretch’s ass lightly, “now, i’ve got an intense need to see you bounce on my cock, sweetheart. think y’can make that happen?”
Still flushed, but managing a smile, Stretch nods, “think i can, yeah. although, now that you’ve done this we gotta get back into the flow. i was enjoying myself ya know.”
“apologies, but the need was intense.” both of Money’s hands have started rubbing up, and down his thighs, “got all this pretty in one place, and i just want to stare at it. what better way than getting you to ride me?”
Stretch chooses not to answer that, mainly because if he does it’s going to come out a stuttery incoherent mess. Money’s always known how to press his buttons, and knows exactly what to say to fluster him. It’s both maddening, and fun at the same time. Instead, he chooses to just start moving, lifting himself just off Money, before slamming back down with a groan that’s mirrored by Money who’s hands shoot to his waist, gripping it tightly.
At first, he moves slowly to as he said earlier get into the flow, but after a moment he throws that out the window, and starts moving fast, and hard, letting himself really slam down onto Money’s cock. Each time he does, shocks of pleasure radiate up his spine, and leaves him moaning, and whimpering quite loudly. Money’s hands have moved to his ass, and are digging into the ecto there which would definitely leave tiny little bruises in the magic. He’s also moaning, and breathing heavily under Stretch, but still has that smile as he watches Stretch move.
“should be illegal with how pretty ya look right now, sweetheart.” Money moans softly, “fuck stretch, look at ya…”
Cheeks darkening again, Stretch doesn’t answer, knowing if he did, he’d just fumble it. So, he just keeps moving feeling himself starting to get closer, focusing on the feeling. He had no idea where Money is, or if he’s even close, but that question is answered when Money starts thrusting up into him to meet him each time. Guess he’s getting a little close himself.
He doesn’t know when, but at some point, Stretch starts saying Money’s name, over, and over like it’s a small little chant as he nears his climax. It’s apparently something Money enjoyed since his thrusts got harder, and despite saying he wanted to watch Stretch bounce on his cock, sits up with Stretch still in his lap, growling,
“that’s right, say my name!”
“m-money…” Stretch mewls out, their breath blending into one at how close the two were. Another growl comes from Money that has Stretch whimpering as they close that gap between them to kiss, Money’s arms wrapping around Stretch’s body to halt his movements.
If Stretch thought Money had been moving fast before it was nothing compared to what he was doing now as he held Stretch in place to slam up into him fast, and hard, hilting with each movement. Their mouths still interlocked caused every cry Stretch made from each thrust to be muffled, and feeling his cock rub against Money’s stomach didn’t help with his volume at all.
It’s not long before Stretch is sitting at the edge just about to fall, but a small worry sits in his mind that has him breaking the kiss,
“i’m-i’m g-gonna...money a-ah, i’m g-gonna…”
He’s having trouble getting it out since Money hasn’t stopped, and he’s having difficulty keeping his own saliva in his mouth, it now dribbling down his chin. Money leans in, and licks it with a smirk,
“g-good, cause i am too. come for me sweetheart, let me hear ya sing, and feel your cum on my stomach.”
That’s all he needs, and with the push from Money, Stretch falls over that edge that has him crying out as he climaxes, feeling himself clench so tightly around Money. This is also the apparent push that Money needs since in the next moment he’s also squeezing Stretch, and moaning as he comes inside him. Stretch whimpers at the warm sensation filling him, and how Money continues to thrust until the two of them are utterly spent. Stretch pants, and tries to catch his breath as Money lets him fully sit on his lap again, his cock still buried inside him, although he can feel as his friend’s cum drips out of him. The two just sit like that for a while, sort of embracing, and catching their breaths, enjoying the warmth each other emanated, although the feeling of Stretch’s cum between them sort of ruined it a little.
Leaning back, Stretch looks down at Money, who looks up at him, and it’s as if everything they just did hit him at once. Apparently while they were fucking, it didn’t register to Stretch that they were indeed, fucking.
“o-oh...we just…”
Money snickers, and rubs his ass, “yeah, yeah we did.”
“money, we-” he starts, but is cut off by Money leaning up, and kissing him, efficiently shutting him up,
“we figure it out tomorrow. right now, just relax.” he nuzzles into Stretch’s shoulder, making him blush a little, “just know sweetheart,” Stretch can see him making sure to look him in the eye, “we did nothin’ wrong by doing this, okay? i also don’t regret it for one fuckin’ second.”
That does settle him a little as an intensely warm feeling envelops his soul. He can feel himself wishing that they could be like this always. That something could tie them together in a way. Smiling, Stretch nods, and brings a hand to the back of Money’s skull, giving a slight scratch in the way he knows the skeleton monster likes. A purr begins to resonate throughout the room from this action as Money nuzzles himself even more into his shoulder, obviously pleased.
Chuckling, Stretch finally moves to pull himself off Money, but that just has Money whining which furthers his chuckle as he slowly sits up, and off of Money’s cock. He can already tell the two of them are a mess, and his cum is literally all over Money’s stomach, however his friend doesn’t seem to care. He just hums, and with one finger scoops up some of the orange magic, sticking it in his mouth. Flushing, Stretch sputters,
“d-dude!”
Money chuckles, “there’s the dude again.” he murmurs once he’s cleaned his finger off. This doesn’t help ease Stretch’s flustered feelings,
“just...you can’t...c’mon money!”
“i did just come.” he points at Stretch with a smirk, “inside you, and everything.”
That has Stretch snorting, and laughing, moving to flop down onto his back,
“okay, that was funny.”
“i know it was. i’m funny, imagine that.” Money snickers back, and before he flops back he get up to grab one of the rags Stretch keeps in his room for when he’s working with machinery, and oil.
He wipes himself down, and gets back onto the bed to wipe off Stretch, but Money definitely got most of it on him. When he’s done, he chucks the cloth back into the darkness of Stretch’s room, to perhaps never be found again. Only once he’s done this does he lay himself down beside Stretch. The two snuggle up against one another, and Stretch reaches out to grab Money’s hand, intertwining their fingers.
“money?”
“hmm?” his friend responds, obviously starting to fall asleep,
He stops. Does he tell Money how he’s been feeling? Money said to leave it for tomorrow, so maybe he should actually just wait until the two of them are more coherent? Shaking his head, he snuggles into Money’s neck murmuring,
“nothin’. it can wait for tomorrow.” he gets out, sounding pretty sleepy himself.
Money just pulls him tighter, and Stretch can hear as he nods off, leaving Stretch with his thoughts as he slowly follows. He’s not sure where him, and Money go from here. Whether they’ll stay friends, or be more, but what Stretch does know is he won’t regret what they did here tonight either, and that he’ll remember it. How could he not?
He’s in love with Money after all.