《{Smut Warning} Big Fun {Kurt Kelly X Ram Sweeney}》"Everything's gonna be alright."
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The crisp air brought a shiver down Kurt's spine as he walked, presenting his misty breath, of which we all used to pretend was cigarette smoke when we were kids.
He was walking to Ram's house. Though he knew the other boy probably didn't want to see him. Once he was brought to the door, he took a deep breath. This was truly one of the times he was most depressed. When he and Ram were upset over something.
And this time, Ram was upset at him. He knocked sharply, quietly, letting tears fall down his face at last. It didn't take long for Ram to open the door. Surprisingly, he didn't seem hostile though. "Kurt! My buddy--" He responded to Kurt's arrival, stumbling over his feet to give Kurt a hug.
Ram pulled back, smiling, as he stepped inside. "Come on in! I'm feeling like watching a movie together!" Kurt sniffed the air around Ram, and that's when he knew. Ram was absolutely shit faced. And that was the part he absolutely hated.
Whenever Ram was drunk, Kurt couldn't hold himself back, because when it was just the two of them, Ram would say such flattering things to him. He would tell him he loved him and shit like that.
As Kurt sat down, Ram did too, cuddling close to his buddy. This caused a light blush to occur on the slightly shorter Male's face. Kurt began to turn on Ram's favorite show to help distract himself. He clicked on Stranger Things.
However, Ram stayed there, a soft smile upon his face as they watched on. Suddenly, Ram piped up.
"Remember when you sucked my dick?"
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