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sal wakes up and rolls over to turn off his alarm then immediately starts doing his typical routine of fuck knows what around the house (typically including but not limited to a shower and a bowl of cereal) until his brain can boot up the rest of the way and properly take over. thats about when he notices he has been sitting at the kitchen table scrolling on twitter while eating a bowl of oatmeal “weird choice, brain, but alright” he thinks. he looks up around him and sees his friends; todd and neil next to him on the left, in their normal cuddle mode with neil doing work (must be todds day off? nice) then ash playing minecraft on the tv just a few feet away, then larry eating some leftover pizza directly in front of him, then travis whos sitting next to sal, looking at his phone. him and larry are obviously just waiting for sal to make the move to go back to travis and his shared room to smoke. its the normal seating arrangements even if larry isnt normally up this early “wait… what time is it” he thinks partially out loud to which todd replies with “1:45 pm sally, i see youre up and running”
“holy shit? 1:45?” he says like he genuinely thinks todd of all people is lying and checks for himself, yep, 1:45 on the dot.
“sally face got to sleep in today i guess” larry says, obviously goading at him and poking playful fun at his nickname, sally face, thats never quite shaken.
“yeah yeah alright /larbear/, dont act like this isnt the first time ive woken up after you since highschool” sally says with no venom in his tone and goes back to eating his oatmeal, sliding his hand down to interlace it with travis’ hand, knowing more public affection would be too much with everyone out, even though todd spends all day every day in neils lap no matter where they are in the house. sal doesnt mind, holding hands in nice, cute even, especially when he catches travis’s face getting all flushed whenever he squeezes.
soon enough sal finsihes his oatmeal and gets up to put his dishes in the sink when he gets back he leans down and kisses travis’ head. “ready?” he says and looks between travis and larry.
“born ready” larry says,
“ready as always” travis says, as always, in sync. things have gotten into a comfortable rhythm as of late, what with things quieting down now that theyre out of jersey entirely sal doesnt even get nightmares anymore. but now isnt the time to get lost in though, now is the time to get lost in his boyfriends arms while high off his ass.
“then lets blow. see you guys later” he says to the other people in the room and reaches over to ruffle ashs hair, because he knows she wont wanna talk while playing minecraft, and leaves todd and neil without a proper greeting. the three are autistic, they know the communication and greeting was directed at them and dont need more then that. once when sal was still learning how to live with non autistics he would give them all their own special greetings, todd shut that down though and neil was happily agreeing. it was kind of a “hey i know youre being nice but i dont need to know youre talking to me by you touching my hair like ash does, just saying bye is okay.” but again. now is not the time to get lost in though, cmon brain were supposed to be high off our ass right now.
he grabs travis’s hand again and takes larrys lead to his room, leaning over to kiss his cheek and whisper “morning sunshine” once theyre around the corner and its just them and larry, to which larry and travis both respond with a quick “gay” but travis still leans a bit closer.
once they complete the absolutely horrid walk that is the ten steps from the kitchen to their room larry opens the window and sits down on his chair next to his paintings and shit. sal sits with his back to the wall on the bed where he can see the paintings in case larry needs help, they let travis choose what they smoke from, where he wants to sit, and how affectionate he wants to be most the time, and this holds true today too. plus they both know larry doesnt care about how much pda they exude especially while hes high and painting. today travis picks a prerolled blunt from the drawer and sits down right in between sals legs so he can lay his head on sals chest once he gets smoked out.
“good choice trav. im facing it though” larry says and takes the blunt from travis with minor complaint from sal. he holds it too his lips and takes a deep first hit, hes got the highest tolerance so so blunts and things that get passed he takes big hits to make up for it. it then gets passed to trav, who doesnt take a hit and instead puts it to sals lips. he takes a deep-ish hit and travis presses his lips to sals, taking the hit from sals mouth directly. sal adores when trav lets him shotgun hits to him. theres no coughing, they get to kiss, and the lack of oxygen makes their high go on longer. “fuck yeah” is on repeat in sals head right now, when travis pulls away hes blushing and takes a small hit for himself, blowing it in sals face and laughing when he swats at it startled “holy fuck that laugh, goddamn am i the luckiest person in the world to have him.” is all sal and think while travis passes the blunt off to larry again. they go through about five circles with the blunt and by the end travis is significantly more high than anyone else and larry is perfect for painting while sal is comfortably high.
slowly things turn into lazy make out sessions briefly interrupted by larry asking for opinions on his paintings for god knows how long until they (aside from travis) sober up enough to the point that larrys finished painting and he wants to smoke again. “bong or pipe” he asks sal and sal thinks before settling on bong, running his hand through travis’ hair so he knows hes still there even if they arent kissing. larry turns on music and packs a bowl for himself, then one for sal which he graciously accepts. larry might have another bowl but sal and travis are none-the-wiser. now that sals back to being /high/ and the music being on means the world has officially fallen away, his brain is closed in on just him and travis. the head on his chest, the hair around his hand, the steady breathing coming from him, the slight humming of the current song playing, everything about him is perfect.
“youre perfect” sal whispers to travis and feels, actually feels, his face heat up again his chest.
“easy for you to say” he says before kissing sals collarbone, “love you” he mutters just loud enough for sal to hear. sal absolutely beams, “i love you too, sunshine” he says far louder then travis and presses little kisses to the top of travis’s head. time passes around them despite everything, larry probably smokes more, they dont know.
todd opens the door and says “hey guys dinners ready if you arent all too high to walk” and laughs, they all laugh, he goes back to the kitchen and expects at least some of them to follow. food does sound good, sal thinks.
“food does sound good” he says out loud and gets sounds of agreement, so he starts to move travis to get up. travis is just leftover high at this point, sal is high enough to feel good and larry is just comfortably high, so he decides it is in fact time for dinner. he keeps an arm around travis, knowing his need to feel grounded while he comes back down from his high over weighs his need to keep affection private.
“can we get ice cream after?” sal says once theyve made it out to the kitchen to no one in particular. neil looks over at todd in approval and todd nods so they look at ash.
“fuck yeah, we feelin cold stone or like baskin robins?” she asks and gets a resounding cold stone as an answer. “cool. ill drive. whats for dinner?” she looks at neil who responds easily with “baked spaghetti and garlic bread.” they quickly set the table and get sit down for dinner. sal keeps his arm around travis and no one makes a comment about them being touchy, they know trav needs it and once the plates get set down everyone (especially those who are high) digs in
“holy shit neil, this is so fucking good???” sal says.
“your spaghetti is too goddamn good. i swear you have gotta be putting something in it. shit is laced with crack or somethin” larry says and everyone either laughs or agrees. they fall into comforting silence as neil tells stories of his work from today while they eat.
travis eventually comes back from cloud nine after the majority are done eating. “hey sunshine” sal whispers to travis and squeezes his arm back around him “i see someones back to earth” ash says with a laugh and travis shoots her a half-hearted glare followed by a laugh himself “yeah yeah laugh it up, i heard something about ice cream earlier?”
“oh fuck yeah! the ice cream!” larry juts in and then stands up and grabs ash “were gonna wait in the car you sorry asses better be in there soon or were leaving!” he says and shuffles them out of the house barely giving ash enough time to get her shoes and keys.
from there they get ready, they go to cold stone and get their respective orders, and head home with absolutely no bumps. travis and sal hold hands all the way home and sal decides its time to head to bed. travis stays out in the living room to hang out for a while, but comes to bed about an hour later.
“hey babe” travis says as he snuggles up to sals body, hes positive sal woke up the second travis had opened the door so he doesnt really bother trying to keep from waking him up. he presses little kisses to the top of sals head and wraps his arms around him, laying on top of him. sal loves when travis holds him like this, unrelenting pressure that blooms love in every place that travis touches. travis rarely feels this affectionate, especially once the day has already gone by. but when he does, sal sleeps soundly through the night.
“hey sunshine, you sleepin too?” he says, a little slurred from just being asleep and travis nods above him “mkay, g’night handsome” sal says and wraps his body around travis as best he can, drifting off almost immediately, but not before he hears a soft little “i love you, sal” above him.