Fresh left the dorm. He didn't give PJ a deep kiss and slight suckle on his tongue like everyday. He was still asleep, but he had really rough sex the past few days. He liked fucking PJ, and he couldn't help punishing him. The smaller had been being 'naughty' for wearing sexy clothes each and every time before he got fucked rough.

"You have to tell him," Palette suddenly said.

"Tell who what?" Fresh replied, walking alongside him.

"You have to tell PJ you love him."

"I don't..."

"You do." Palette frowned, glaring at Fresh. "Besides, you've been making him feel terrible."

"I am not! I have been making my little Slut feel absolutely amazing!" Fresh huffed, pretty annoyed.

"Fresh, you're not. You're only making him feel angry and sad and he says he likes it but he doesn't."

"Shut up, Palette. You know nothing."

"Yes I do. You're hurting my brother."

"No!"

"You idiot!" Palette slapped him. And he didn't just slap him, he backhanded him with all the strength he could. The 'YOLO' sunglasses slid over the floor before gently bumping into the wall. Slowly, Fresh moved his hands up to his face, gently feeling his red slap mark.

"Did you just fucking slap me?" He asked calmly. But the look in Fresh's eyes said otherwise. It read pissed off.

"You have been just rolling your eyes and being so fucking oblivious on how much you've been hurting my brother and you are mad at me for trying to slap some fucking sense into you?!" The blonde yelled.

Fresh grabbed him by the collar, slamming him into the wall. "Shut up."

"I will never! I won't let you hurt my brother anymore!"

"SHUT UP!" Fresh screamed.

Fresh stared into Palette's eyes, his eyes still filled with tears. He dropped him and grabbed his glasses. He put them on, not wanting to show himself crying.

Palette stood back up. He just wanted to protect his brother, even if it would hurt his friend and teammate. His brothers were more important to Palette then Fresh or any of his other teammates. He cared about them, they were brothers. Even if Palette wasn't exactly real.

After a few minutes, Fresh started walking off.

"Hey!" Palette yelled, running after him.

"Leave me alone, Palette." Fresh growled, storming away.

"No! You're just trying to ignore this! You can't just say it's all okay! You can't just keep—"

"I KNOW!" Fresh yelled, snapping his head at Palette. Tears were running down his face. "I know." He lowered his voice. He started to cry, his voice shaking with tears. "I know..."

Palette was shocked. He has never seen Fresh cry, ever. Did that mean he did care about his brother?

"Fresh..?"

"I know... I just can't make up my mind..." Fresh wiped his tears.

"I didn't mean to—"

"I do love him... he's everything to me." Fresh adjusted his glasses.

"You should tell him that."

"I shouldn't. I wish I could, but I'm just... scared." Fresh shrugged. He was getting everything off his chest. "I'm scared of losing him. I want him to stay with me. I love him so much. He's beautiful, in so many ways. He's pretty and so sweet to me, even though I'm nothing but an ass to him... he is so amazing and he's fucking awesome! I mean, he can kick ass yet he hasn't kicked mine! I know he could, he does too! And yet... he doesn't..." Fresh sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was getting tired of his own stupidity.

"Well, you are an ass to him." Palette smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah..."  He ran his fingers through his short pink hair, frowning. He felt as if he was doing everything wrong.

"You know, it's alright. Just try showing him more, you know, love," Palette suggested. "Try with complementing him more."

"I do comple—"

"About things that aren't sex or because he followed your orders."

"Right..." Fresh sighed. "Let's just get to practice. We're probably late."

•|To after school, because no one cares about that shit|•

PJ huffed. Fresh was at work and he was so bored, he didn't want to wait for him today. He wondered if waiting made sex more passionate. He wondered if that was why it felt so good that time. Or was it different? Was it that he was just lucky that day? He wondered if he just felt so good because Fresh decided to be passionate and loving that day. Would he be that loving as he did him if he waited?

PJ shook his head, frowning. He didn't want to wait that long! It felt so uncomfortable! He hated laying there for hours and hours, even if it was for Fresh to fuck him.

With a shrug, the male tied up his hair to look semi-presentable. He wore modest clothes, that way he could hang out with friends. He looked nice, not the nice he would look for Fresh, but nice.

Paperjam looked at his tee-shirt and pants. He looked okay, good enough to hang out with his friends. He liked the outfit, just getting his dorm keys and leaving. He went to Crescent's dorm, knocking.

The door was pushed open with the knock, which was definitely not normal or safe. PJ looked around cautiously. Everything was safe looking, seeming to be normal. Except for the noises coming from Crescent's room.

Slowly, PJ crept towards his room. He pushed his ear against the door, his confusion fading to embarrassment.

"Ohh, Daddy!~ Yes!~ Please, Daddy, faster!~ Fuck me harder!~" Crescent moaned from inside. His bed was hitting against the wall, inferring the worst.

PJ started to back away before hearing Crescent's campion's voice. It pressed his ear against the door again, confused again.

"Yes, Daddy!~ Cum inside!~ Please!~" Crescent seemed to agree with whatever his partner said.

"Oh fuck!~ Cressy!~ You feel so amazing!~ I'm going to fill you!~"

That voice was familiar.

PJ nearly screamed when he realized.

It was Starcross.

Crescent's cousin.

And they were fucking.

"Oh Daddy!!~" Crescent screamed loudly. "Oh Daddy, that felt so good~"

"I know, Baby~ I'm happy you had fun~" Starcross cooed. He seemed to bounce next to Crescent on the bed.

PJ opened the door, staring at the cousins. Crescent screamed, hiding in the blanket more. Starcross kept Crescent close, seeming embarrassed.

"What the Hell were you two doing?" PJ asked, very uncomfortable.

"I-I can explain!" Crescent exclaimed, blushing brightly.

"Like why you were calling Starcross 'Daddy'? One of the most popular dom-sub name kinks, especially nowadays?" PJ raised his eyebrow.

"Umm—"

"And why you were moaning very loudly?"

"Well—"

"And why you are cuddling, shirtless out of what I can see and presumably naked?"

Crescent started crying, hiding his face in Starcross's chest. PJ felt kinda upset that he made his friend cry, but kept his stern expression. Starcross wrapped his arms around Crescent, patting his head.

"Shh... it's okay, Cressy..." Star whispered to Crescent.

"Look, I'm not mad. I won't tell anyone, okay?" PJ spoke up, but spoke softer this time. Less rough and rude.

Crescent looked at him slightly with teary eyes. "Y-you won't..?"

"Nope. No one would hear from me. But they might hear you if you keep fucking so loud."

Crescent laughed softly, but he was still holding onto Starcross like if he let go, he would be taken away.

"Um, why were you here?" Starcross was kinda annoyed he couldn't cuddle his lover in peace.

"Oh yeah! Cres! I was gonna hang with him, but I'm gonna head out so you can be alone." PJ turned on his heels, leaving the two alone.

Starcross smiled his lover was already in his arms, holding him close. Crescent nuzzled his chest, smiling softly. He tried ignoring the fact there were dozens of lewd drawings in his drawer, but he just kissed Starcross's lips. He was in his arms and they could have pleasure at any time. That was all that mattered to him. He could just enjoy this for now.

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