#toxic!sal

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Sal Sunday

Another short scene from what I am affectionately calling the Toxic Sal fic. This is one of the things borne out of the fact that I've been suppressing all of my angsty thoughts for Fluffebruary. Sal is awful, and I love him.

“Obviously we’re going to have to get married,” Sal tells Gina plainly over a quiet dinner. There’s a flicker of something in her face that Sal attributes to morning sickness before it’s replaced with relief.    He feels his blood heat at the thought that she might have been worried he wouldn’t step up, but he can’t blame her.  He hadn’t reacted well when she’d told him about the pregnancy.

“I don’t know,” Gina starts, hesitant before she trails off.

“What’s there to think about?” Sal asks, incredulous.  “You’re pregnant, and unless there’s a chance the kid isn’t mine, we’ll get married and give the kid the family it deserves.”]

“No,” Gina breaths out, shaking her head vehemently.  “There hasn’t been anyone else.  This baby is definitely yours.” “Then it’s settled,” Sal intones with a nod, ignoring the hypocrisy of accusing her of being unfaithful.  He pulls out the box with the ring he’d picked out, mere hours after fucking another man’s face and making the guy get off on his boot.  “We’ll get married, and all make sure you guys want for nothing.”

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Sal Sunday - More Toxic!Sal

For @bluroux, who's been asking for more Sal lately - here's some more of the Toxic!Sal half brained idea that almost no one is asking for. Sal is the worst in this, but I love him for it.

I would call this M, but it's under the cut just in case.

Tommy has the whiskey and shot glasses in hand when he opens the door to his small, studio apartment.  Their usual routine on their four off is to go out and hook up.  But the cost of drinks in LA is highway robbery, and it’s nice to go out with a bit of a buzz.  Sal takes the shot glass and lets Tommy fill it, but he looks Tommy up and down, eyes heated, as their fingers brush together.

A grin spreads across his face as he watches Tommy get flustered.  He’s surprised it’s taken him this long to notice it. Granted, he’s usually been too distracted getting his dick wet to clock the way Tommy’s eyes have always been on him when they’re spit roasting chick whose biggest fantasy is to hook up with two firefighters.

Tommy turns away, hiding his face as he pours himself a shot, and throws it back quickly.  Sal takes his more slowly, enjoying the smooth burn as he swallows.  Tommy looks ready to pour himself another shot in rapid succession, but Sal’s hand stops him, another hot touch that makes Tommy look like he’s about ready to vibrate out of his skin.

Shrugging off Sal’s touch, Tommy moves to set the whiskey on the counter.  He doesn’t turn around, his voice uncharacteristically flat as he asks, “Where do you want to go tonight?”

Sal’s grin turns sharp, enjoying the way Tommy seems thrown off by Sal’s casual touch.  It’s a good thing there’s already a bed in the room.  “I was actually thinking we could try something different tonight.”

This finally has Tommy turn around, bitchy eyebrow raised. “Oh yeah?  And what did you have in mind?”

Flashing teeth in a smile Sal is sure looks predatory, Sal steps into Tommy’s space. If he wanted to, he could box Tommy in against the counter with his arms.  “I want you to suck my dick.”

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Toxic Sal, my beloved. He's aweful, and I love him so much. Thank you for the ask for the Make Me Write (asks still open). This can double for Sal Saturday this week!

“You’re going to get our boot killed!” Tommy bites out in a whisper, slamming the door to his locker.  He’s not looking at Sal as he says it, but Sal can feel the anger radiating off of him and the clench of his jaw from his profile.

He turns to Tommy, resting nonchalantly against the lockers.  Crossing his arms over his chest he grins, all canines.  “Why, Tommy?  You jealous? You’re the one who gave this up.”

“Fuck you, Sal!  You have that kid so turned around he doesn’t know which way is up.”  If Sal didn’t know better, he’d say Tommy was genuinely worried about the kid; but Tommy doesn’t get attached to fresh meat. “You ask him to jump, he doesn’t even ask how high.”

“If Buckley can’t handle himself on the scene then maybe this isn’t his calling,” Sal says with a shrug.  The kid is a good lay, but it’s not his job to babysit the kid.

Rounding on Sal, Tommy draws himself up to his full height; he looks ready to go to bat for Buckley.

Sal’s saved from whatever self-righteous dressing down Tommy wants to give by Gerrard coming to the lockers. “You ladies done with your powwow?  The engines need scrubbing.”