Valentino was your best friend, your bro. you were the two guys that acted really gay but denied being gay. he was an extrovert, he was touchy feely, and he cared a lot about you. he would literally deck someone in the face for you. or deck you in the face with kisses. not in a gay way of course, it was just friends love.

even though he told you on multiple occasions that he wished he could fuck the sadness out of you. and he slept in your bed sometimes. and he held your hand. and fondled your thighs. just bro things. guy things. just a little love.

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you were in your apartment on a cold rainy, winter night. the air was chilly, it almost stung your nose when you inhaled. usually you’d just stay in, fall asleep early. the cold seemed to make you more vulnerable. but you had an unexpected visitor, Valentino.

apparently his apartment was very, very cold for reasons he didn’t know, so he thought it was the perfect excuse to come over. you were both huddled in a huge warm blanket together. it was so comfortable. the cold air in your face but the warmth in your body with another body at your side. it made you a bit confident, comfortable. so you weren’t really worried to much about what words came out your mouth. but Valentino would soon be.

because valentino saw you at your worst, at your weakest, most vulnerable, depressed state. and he got really, really protective of you. you were his bro after all. any time you said something negative about yourself, hed grab you and he wouldn’t let go until you felt better. and sadly, a little self loathing slipped out your mouth. and before you knew it..

“take that back!”

valentino said in a feigned hurt tone, pinning you down with a blanket. he had that dumb little smile on his face.