post-break up phone sex
(just what it says on the tin. NC-17, not as angsty as it could be but not NOT angsty. i wrote this bc i want attention, tell me what you think. maybe i’ll post to ao3 if i can think of a title. the dog’s name is @niniblack’s headcanon, and the bitchy teenager is totally nicaise.)
When Laurent’s phone rang at 10pm, he almost didn’t answer it. And then when he saw who was calling, he really almost didn’t answer. Then, swearing into his pillow, Laurent picked up.
“Are you okay?” he asked, and his heart pounded in the brief pause on the other end of the line.
But it was just surprise in Damen’s tone when he said, “Yes, sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just wanted to let you know I took Sasha into the vet today.”
Laurent sat up, sheets pooling around his waist. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah. He got into a fight and one of the bites got infected.”
“A fight? With another dog? Did you let him off leash?”
“I was at the dog park. There was this insane little rat terrier. I think Sasha was just playing but this dog just got its teeth into Sash’s leg and hung on.”
“Jesus,” Laurent muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Did you get the owner’s contact info? You’d better send them the vet bill.”
“Yeah. It was this incredibly bitchy teenager who said Sash was sexually harassing his dog.” Laurent could hear the humor in Damen’s voice. Damen had always been better at dealing with other people’s bullshit.
“Cleaned it up and prescribed antibiotics. Didn’t need stitches.”
“Good. That’s good.” Laurent laid back slowly on his pillows, staring up at the dark ceiling. “Thanks for telling me.”
“Of course. He’s still your dog too,” Damen said, and Laurent suppressed a derisive snort because he knew Damen meant it sincerely. In his head, Sasha was still both of theirs, despite the fact that Damen was now the dog’s sole caretaker, and had been for nearly a year. God, that long already? Thinking about it made Laurent’s stomach hurt.
He rolled onto his side, phone pressed against his ear. “So.”