PJ woke up with a pain in his head and feeling sick. He couldn't remember anything from this terrible hangover, damn!

He got up and left his room, sluggishly dragging his feet to the kitchen area. He saw Fresh and felt his face burn. He remembered. He remembered it all.

"Morning." Fresh greeted. He didn't even look at PJ.

"Where were you all night?" Palette questioned, raising an eyebrow at his brother. He knew something was up.

"A bar..." PJ told his brother, climbing onto a chair at the counter. "Can you make me some coffee?"

"You were at a bar?!" Palette yelled.

"Please lower your voice." Vux turned to Palette, speaking with a soft voice. PJ noticed Gradient wasn't there.

"Where's Gigi?" PJ asked groggily.

"He's still asleep. He stayed up pretty late, worried for you, and he would get up in the middle of the night often. He's finally sleeping soundly, and I would like him to stay sleeping until he's well-rested." Vux explained as he made a mug of sweet coffee. He gave PJ the cup, smiling at him.

"Oh..." PJ sipped the coffee, not minding how hot it was. 

"When did you get home?" Palette questioned, his voice much lowered.

"Not much before midnight." Fresh replied. Palette looked at him questionably, making Fresh have to explain. "I found him wondering the streets, completely wasted. I helped him home."

PJ looked away from Fresh, knowing what they did after. What he did. It felt good, but it was wrong.

Fresh knew, by this act, that PJ remembered what they had done. He stared at PJ, blushing lightly. He looked so pretty, his shirt was stretched, his sleeve showing his freckled shoulder and his shorts looked even smaller than he remembered. PJ seemed to become more beautiful everyday. And since PJ would moan so loudly for him, would grind on him so much, so seem so needy for him... would that mean PJ would ever want to do that more, without drinks? Fresh looked away from PJ, blushing a light blue.

"What's going on between you two?" Palette questioned, noticing their behavior.

"Nothing." They both said. Fresh picked at his croissant, rolling a piece of it into a small bread ball and PJ stirred his coffee with some magic, the coffee slowly swirling and raising up into a small tornado.

Palette watched these two, knowing something was going on between them.

"Guys, something happened between you two. You guys have been fighting for a while, but I can't understand why you guys can't even look at each other without blushing brightly and thinking about something! Tell me what is going on, now!" Palette exclaimed, getting pretty pissed, causing Fresh to look over to him and the coffee slashed as PJ's magic let go of it. Goth was quick to run over to Palette, hugging him from the side, cooing sweet things  to Palette to calm him down.

"What's going on? You've been upsetting Pally." Goth glared at them, but continued to coo and comfort Palette.

"Nothing." PJ said, drinking his coffee more because of his hangover.

"That is a lie!" Palette growled, taking a step forward. He glared at the two, questioning them through gritted teeth. "What. Did. You. Do. Last. Night?"

Their memories of what happened the night before hit both of them.

PJ remembered how hot Fresh looked, how his glasses read 'CUTE' and how purple flames came from out from them.

Fresh sucked on his lip, trying not to drool as he thought of PJ's cute face. So adorable, drooling and blushing brightly.

Basically, both of them couldn't help but relive how much they loved each other's face was the night before.

"What are you two thinking about?" Palette growled.

"We just had a fight. That's all." PJ lied.

"No, you're lying!" Palette yelled, hitting the counter.

"Palette, calm down, you're going to hurt yourself!" Goth exclaimed, grabbing Palette's hand, rubbing it and kissing it.

"I'm fine!" Palette yelled louder before Goth hugged him again, almost keeping him away from PJ and Fresh.

"Pally, calm down." Goth nuzzled Palette, who sighed, calming down.

"Paperjam!" Gradient hugged PJ, happy to see him safe and sound.

"Hey Paperjam?" Vux asked. 

PJ glared at him, "What?" 

"Uh, what are those dark bruises on your neck..?" the lavender haired male questioned, hoping PJ would yell at him.

"He's right, there are these bruises are all over your neck." Gradient exclaimed, staring at the dark spots on PJ's neck.

"Gah! Don't touch them!" PJ moved as Gradient poked the dark spot on his skin. Fresh looked away, blushing. He knew he was the cause of the hickeys.

"Those shouldn't be touched. Leave them to heal themselves." Fresh told them, causing the three to look at him. Fresh shrugged, eating his croissant.

PJ rubbed his hickeys, blushing. They felt so good. He wanted more. He wanted Fresh to put more on his body. He wanted them all over, all over his neck, shoulders, chest, his thighs. He wanted Fresh to claim him. He looked at the taller, meeting what should've been his eyes.

"I'm going to my room." Fresh mumbled as he saw PJ glancing over to him.

Around an hour later, Fresh looked up from his laptop to see Paperjam.

He was wearing a bathrobe, showing his shoulder with that one, deep hickey on the upper side. His ass was perked up, his chest puffed out.

"Woah there, bud. What are you doing?" Fresh blushed brightly, his nose bleeding.

"I want you~" PJ slowly climbed onto the bed, looking so helpless.

Fresh blushed brightly, his hands shaking as he wanted to touch him.

"To do me~" PJ climbed onto Fresh's lap, grinding on him a little.

Fresh grabbed his ass, both of them panting from this pleasure.

"A favor~" PJ whispered into Fresh's ear, finally stopping the amazing pleasure.

"O-okay~" Fresh's words bubbled out of his mouth, still dazed by pleasure.

"Great, Gradient made this list, take this money, and I need you to buy them by the evening. Feel free to use the leftover money to buy something nice for yourself~" PJ climbed off of Fresh, leaving. Realization hit Fresh and he yelled at PJ, who was strutting seductively as he left.

"You little bitch!" He yelled.

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"Are you sure he would even buy the stuff?" Gradient raised his eyebrow. PJ had changed into a tank top and shorts, waiting for Fresh to return.

"I seduced him enough." PJ waved it away.

"You shouldn't do that! It's wrong!" Gradient crossed his arms.

 "Eh, he seems to really lo–" the door opening interrupted PJ. They turned to the man in the doorway was Fresh, carrying multiple bags of groceries. "Oh, Fresh! You actually got the stuff!"

Fresh grumbled, putting most bags onto the floor, shoving a single bag into PJ's arms. He seemed flustered and mad at the same time, face a bright blue.

It was a bag with multiple bars of different types of candy and chocolate.

"T-thank you." PJ blushed, looking back up at Fresh lovingly.

"W-whatever! Shut up!" Fresh huffed and stormed back to his room.

"He got my groceries!" Gradient smiled, though PJ didn't mind whatever he was saying. He just enjoyed how much Fresh got him instead of getting something for himself.

'Wow~' PJ thought, his face a bright pink.

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