Promised
“You know,” Speed said sternly, or tried for sternly, “Gwen is not going to like this.”
Lash grinned, wiggling the bottle he held mischievously. “What Gwen doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her...”
“Lash,” Speed said calmly, trying to be the voice of reason. “Gwen has invited us to a party at the Stronghold home. Where it is our mission to find a way into the Secret Sanctum after she convinces him to bring her down there, and steal the Pacifier. That is not a good time to be getting drunk.”
“If that isn’t a good time to be drunk, I don’t know what is,” Lash nodded, mostly to himself. “That way, see, you can’t get blamed for stealing the thing, because we were busy spiking the punch.”
“You are an idiot.” Speed said, seriously.
Lash shrugged, grinning. “And?”
Lash was already slightly tipsy when they got to Stronghold’s, not to even discuss the state he was in by the time they’d been there twenty or so minutes. Now, Speed was fairly sure he was the only one who actually knew that Lash was drunk, because the boy had a strange habit of being able to stand perfectly normal, and look absolutely sober.
It was only when he spoke that you could tell.
“Speed, I fucking love you man. You’re my best fucking friend, and I fucking love you.”
Speed sighed. “Yes, Lash. You fucking love me. Got it.”
Lash pouted, leaning heavily on his heavier friend. “Don’t you fucking love me, too?”
Speed swallowed, avoiding the eyes of their amused classmates, looking around desperately for Gwen and how was he supposed to know when to get into this secret thing if he didn’t have any idea where she was? Ah, there, heading into the den, clicking the door shut behind them. He’d give them a minute, then...
“Speed?” Lash dropped his head heavily onto Speed’s shoulder, pouting harder. “Don’t you fucking love me too?”
“Yes, Lash,” Speed sighed. “I fucking love you too.”
“Hee, you fucking love me,” Lash giggled, then batted his eyelashes up at Speed. “Wanna fuck?”
Speed managed to spray the soda he’d just taken a swig of completely across the Stronghold’s perfectly neat living room.
“What did you just say?!”
“I said, wanna fuck?” Lash repeated himself. “It’s not a difficult concept, you know. There’s just you, and me, and you fuck me. It’s not hard. I don’t think. Anyways, wanna?”
“You,” he said, firmly. “Are very, very drunk. You are going to beat yourself up in the morning for even suggesting that. So I’m going to go now.”
“Noo!” Lash wailed, and Speed winced as every person in the room turned to look at them, Speed trying to sneak away, Lash’s arms stretched out so that he could wrap them around Speed’s waist, stumbling forward as he attempted to keep connected to him. “No, don’t leave me, I want to stay with you, I fucking love you, and I am going to be sick.”
Speed’s eyes widened, and he took a couple steps back. “Um... Lash?”
The stretchy boy’s hand slammed over his mouth, and he looked a bit green.
“Shit! I’ll go get a bucket, or something!” Speed yelped, and dashed for the den, completely forgetting that Gwen and Stronghold were in there, and that he was supposed to interrupt them. Of course, he remembered the moment he opened the door, and saw them there. “Sorry! Just, looking for a bucket....” he backed up again, and glanced nervously to where he’d left Lash. The other hadn’t thrown up yet, which was good, but it might just be a matter of time. On the other hand....
He glanced through the glass, and swallowed when he saw that Stronghold was leading Gwen into a secret door that hadn’t been there a moment before. Screw it, he needed to help his best friend, but he really had to get that thing or Gwen would kill him! Dashing in the door, then down the firepoles, he had grabbed the Pacifier and was back up into the den before the doors had even slid closed. Darting out to the curb, he stashed it in the bushes like Gwen had asked, then was back - with a bucket he’d found out in the garden - before Lash could do anything stupid, like puke on the carpets.
Lash didn’t look much like puking though, he was instead leaning in a doorframe like nothing was wrong, glass in hand, watching him. Shaking his head, Speed set the bucket between them, and asked, “Not sick anymore?”
“Nope,” Lash grinned. “Still wanna fuck, though. Please?”
Speed groaned. Just his luck. His best friend got horny and stupid while drunk. “Why don’t you ask Penny? You liked that last time.”
“Nope.” Lash sidled closer to him, leaning his slight weight on Speed’s side. “Don’t wanna. Want to get fucked, not fuck. Fuck me, please?”
“You have a very dirty mouth when drunk,” Speed tried, looking anywhere but at the thin boy in black.
“Sorry.” Lash slurred. “Wanna screw?”
“All right, look,” Speed sighed, grabbing his friend’s shoulder. “You are so drunk you are not going to remember this in the morning. If it will shut you up, yes. Fine. I’ll fuck you. Later. Not now.”
“Kay,” Lash grinned, slumping on his shoulder. “Hey look, it’s the Hippie.”
Getting stuck in jail had kind of distracted Speed from the whole ‘drunk best friend who wants me to have sex with him’ debacle, but he was swiftly reminded of it one dark night when the other climbed into his bunk.
“What are you doing?” Speed blinked, confused.
“As I recall it, you promised to fuck me,” Lash answered, calmly. “I’m planning on holding you to that.”
Speed’s eyes widened. “You were drunk! I was trying to get you to shut up!”
“See, that’s the thing.” Lash smirked. “I think I’m a pretty good actor. Some coloured water, and boom! You think I’m drunk! All I have to do is swear a lot and drape myself all over you, which really, I’d like draping myself all over you anyway. There’s so much of you to drape over, it’s great!” Lash grinned, and flopped his head down on Speed’s chest at that declaration.
“You weren’t really drunk?” Speed squeaked.
“Nope.”
“And you tried to get me to have sex with you?”
“Made you promise you would,” Lash pointed out, proudly.
“I went looking for a bucket for you!” Speed cried, indignant.
Lash rolled his eyes. “Not that big of a deal, really.”
“But I was worried about you, and you were just pretending so you could find an excuse to ask me to...” Speed trailed off.
“Have sex with me, yes.” Lash nodded, sitting up to peer down at his best friend’s face. “And you promised. So. Man of his word or no, Speed?”
Speed groaned. “You’re evil, you know that?”
“Hello?” Lash laughed. “In prison. I noticed.”
Speed sighed. “I was afraid of that.”
Go back to Sky High.