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Pico's Perspective

I woke up the next morning early and groaned loudly. "Fuck-!" I yelled and Keith sleepily blinked. "Hm-hmm? What-what's wrong?" He asked and yawned, rubbing his morning eyes. I sighed and let go of my small petite boyfriend, rubbing my face. "I can't believe we slept the whole night-." I groaned out and my hands were gently removed by Keith's smaller, softer hands. "It's okay Pico.. Let's just have breakfast, alright? Besides, I'm always happy no matter what when I know you're with me!" He said with a reassuring, bright smile. He's so adorable and energetic, even in the morning when he is very sleepy. "Yeah, you're right.. It's no big deal. And that was some amazing sleep. I feel.. Not tired for once." I admitted, a similar smile creeping on to my freckled face. His grin got wider and he hugged me. "That's great Pico! I'm really happy you slept well." He beamed and buried his face in my sweater. I need to change and shower soon, I'm starting to smell like a sweat room. Literally, I'm dripping sweat under my sweater. I gently pried off the happy blueberry who immediately raced away to prepare breakfast like a good little boyfriend. He's just the cutest, he's like a miniature housewife. My smile faded and I sighed loudly, throwing off my pants and sweater on to the carpeted ground. I took one whiff of my natural odor and cringed. Oh God, that's disgusting. I hate this. Driven by my disturbing scent, I went to take a nice, warm, relaxing shower. It helped my gross sweaty body to be cleansed, as well as relax in the steamy sprinkling water. I have always felt very special in the shower, relaxed and calm. I was almost never stressed when I was bathing or showering, because it felt like the safest place in the world to me. Being with Keith gives me the same secure feeling, but I was the one protecting my sweet little shortie.

After I had permanently borrowed (AKA used without permission) Keith's body wash and shampoo, I smelled faintly like him. He always had this ocean breeze scent, and now I know why. He literally washed himself in that scent. It's a very sensually pleasing aroma, I can see why he enjoys it. I got out of the shower and dripped all over his black tiled floor, digging through the cabinets on a hunt for towels. Shit, what person doesn't keep towels in the bathroom? And shit twice, I now have to ask my boyfriend for a towel, and he will most likely see me nude. Well actually, I don't have a problem with that part. I totally want to see him flustered over my body, trembling like a young, thirsty bitch in heat. Well now he's going to see me hard and naked- fuck me and my dirty thoughts. I thoughtlessly opened the door and called for him. "KEITH, GET YOUR CUTE BUBBLE BUTT OVER HERE-!" I yelled towards the direction of the kitchen and living room. As I watched him scurry over with no idea what was going on, I casually leaned against the frame of the bathroom door that was wide open to display me in all of my glory. He then froze in place in front of me, immediately overwhelmed by what he saw. His face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he opened his quaking mouth to speak. He let out a simple squeak and kept staring. "Where's the towels, baby?" I asked in the most cool voice I could manage while keeping and cocky smirk on my face. He squeaked more and scampered away, quickly racing back and shoving a light blue towel on to my chest. I chuckled and stared down at him as his eyes raced up and down my figure. I began to close the door, surprised as he spoke in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. "W-wait-." I stopped as he commanded and opened the door again. "Yes doll, what do you need?" I asked the blue haired boy who seemed to be getting redder every moment he could see me. "A-ah- I-I-I- Uh- U-Um—." He stuttered out, trying to tear his eyes away from me. "N-need... clothes-sss-?" He attempted to ask, causing my expression to soften. "I do sweetheart, I'm sure you have enough of my clothing by now to help me with that." I pointed out. The blue boy quickly nodded and stared at my cock, drooling slightly. He mouthed something and then covered his face. "Y-YEP-! BYE-." He squeaked and sped away to get me some clothing. Wow, be really does want it.

After aggressively thrusting clothes in to my hands, he stared another moment before zipping away again. I wonder if he's actually shy about sex, or he just completely forgot about the whole nude beach thing because it was scarring for him-. I shrugged and dried off, making sure to fix up my wet hair to the best of my abilities. I got dressed in my returned clothes and smiled confidently. I look so handsome~ no wonder my cutie was blushing. I snickered at my false sense of pride and rubbed the scar on my neck. One of many that littered my body, including two (extracted) bullets that left their marks on me. I strutted in to the kitchen and drooled in awe at the feast before me. "Dude- no wonder you've got a small apartment- you eat like a fucking king-!" I joked and he laughed, his sweet smile back on his face. "I just really love cooking for people, I normally just have eggs and toast." He admitted and got close to me, slowly running his hands up my shirt and staring at my eyes. "Well thank you baby~ I don't deserve such a sweet boyfriend cooking for me." I said as I leaned down for him. He slowly ran a hand through my still wet orange hair and sighed contently. "I just love doing things for you." He stated as he played with a loose strand of my hair. "Mhm~ Well damn boi, I'm way too hungry to wait any longer. Come along bubble butt, or I'll eat you too." I joked and picked him up by his hips, tossing his light body on to my shoulder. He squealed and laughed, not expecting it as I carried him to the dining room. I playfully 'popped' his cute little bubble butt, snickering at the noise it made. It literally sounded and felt like a pop of sorts. He squirmed in response and whined. "Alright shortie, calm down." I said and carefully set him in a chair. He stared up at me expectantly, and then I got the idea. Oh, he wants me to bring the food. That's reasonable. I carried out dish after dish that he had made just for me and him to share and slowly realized this was way too much. "Hey, how about you.. Invite over that friend of yours-." I suggested through clenched teeth, which completely went over Keith's head. "Oh yeah! Great idea babe." He said cheerfully. Fuck. Me. WHYYYYYY-.

I'm sure the title makes more sense to you guys now-.