Fresh opened his eyes, remembering where he was. It was hard to at first because his Pet wasn't in his arms. He missed the warmth and the cute boy with a tiny, sexy body. His small waist was perfect to hug because of how much smaller it was from PJ's hips and thighs. He missed the little cutie.

He left the room and Muffet stared at him, looking him up and down multiple times. Her eyes were lustful and she smirked slightly, her eyes landing on Fresh's 'package' in his stereotypical white, red heart boxers. Of course, Fresh had no interest in his teachers, let alone this one.

"Something wrong?" Fresh tried not to growl, crossing his arms. Muffet hissed, annoyed that he didn't see her the way she saw him.

"Go put on clothes!" She yelled.

Fresh didn't care. He just went back to his room, putting on his uniform.

Once he was fully dressed, Fresh went yo the kitchen. He quickly gave PJ a little slap on the ass, making him squeak quietly, "Eep!" 

"What was that?" Muffet growled, walking over. Her hands were on her hips, raising an eyebrow. Fresh gave PJ a "Hush" motion.

"I bumped into the counter," the freckled boy lied. He didn't want to get in trouble again. 

The jock gave his booty a little pat as a reward. A tiny moan escaped PJ's lips, making him blush brightly. Luckily, the talking and conversations the rest of the dormmates stopped everyone from hearing the lewd noise that escaped him.

Fresh walked away to get his stuff and started to leave the dorm.

"Where are you going?" Muffet spoke with a flirty and spoft voice. Unlike when she spoke to literally everyone else.

"School. Gotta go early. Palette, hurry up!" The basketball boys have to go to school early to go to basketball stuff.

"Coming!" Palette groaned. He gave Goth a last smile before running after his friend, who was leaving. Usually, he would give Goth a kiss or a hug, but Muffet didn't allow them to show any PDA.

Fresh and Palette walked with their backpacks, going through the hallways.

"Don't you usually kiss your boyfriend goodbye?" Fresh snickered.

"Don't you usually grope my brother goodbye?" Palette snapped back.

Fresh held his hands up in defense. "Woah there, broski. What's with you?"

"I'm sorry..." Palette sighed, rubbing in between his eyes. "I haven't been able to cuddle Gothy while I sleep, but I haven't been able to comfort myself. I want his warmth and to cuddle him so much more..."

"Feel you on that," Fresh added, blushing lightly at the thought of PJ cuddling him.

"No, it's different! You just want to fuck my little brother, I actually love my Gothy!" Palette objected.

"It's not like that!" Fresh exclaimed, stopping. "I love cuddling him and holding him and all those cute noises he makes when he's happy and his clothes and his long hair and how sassy he is and ugh!" Fresh covered his face, calming down from just bursting oven his heart, even if it was for just a moment. He had to stop himself from going on and on and on and on about all the tiny things he loves doing with or the things about Paperjam.

"Wait, are you in love with P-"

"Yes!" Fresh exclaimed before realizing what he just said. "I-I mean, no! I didn't mean to-"

"You do! Holy shit!" Palette began running back to the dorm before Fresh grabbed him.

"D-don't tell him... or anyone... yet..." Fresh knew he shouldn't love another guy, no matter how cute he was.

"Are you sure? I'm sure if you were more affectionate with him he'd like you more. And if he knew-"

"No. Can we just go to practice?" 

Palette sighed and they began going to the gym, where Error was waiting.

"There you kids are! Yeesh! All the team has been late today! You kids are unbelievable!" Error scolded. "Now that you're all finally here, let's to do some drills."

•|Le time skip brought yo you by basketball|•

Fresh leaned on Palette, resting his elbow on the blonde's head, mussing up his hair. Palette was on his phone, not minding the other male leaning on him.

"Pal, wanna skip first period?" Starcross walked up to Palette.

"I don't know, Star. We should go to class. I don't want to get in trouble," Palette replied, looking up from his phone.

"Sounds pretty rad. I won't snitch if I can tag along," Fresh chimed in.

"I'm not-"

"Come on, broski, have some fun!"

"Yeah, Pal! Have some fun!"

Palette opened his mouth to say something but they were both staring at him, waiting for him go say yes. He refused to give in. Goth was in his first period and he wanted to give him a kiss.

"No! You can go yourselves!" Palette got Fresh off of him. He was not skipping class. "If not, I'll go with you for lunch, but we have to be back for the class afterwards. I am not getting in trouble!"

"Fine. Killjoy," Fresh muttered the last part, smirking because he knew Palette heard it.

"Don't you have first period with PJ?" Palette sighed. 

"Well, yeah," Fresh responded, confused.

"Don't you sit right next to him?" Palette continued.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you go just grope him all class period?" 

Fresh was surprised Palette was basically making PJ a slut. "Man, you are just shoving PJ under the bus, aren't you?"

"If you don't try dragging me into breaking the rules, one of us is getting ran over, and it isn't going to be me." Palette crossed his arms,

"Hehe! Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell him you're slutting him off!" Fresh laughed, leaving.

Fresh got his stuff for school and slung his backpack over his shoulder. He walked over to the school building again, walking through the hallways. As girls stared at him, he shot some finger guns at them, getting a few faints and hand-fanning.

Fresh walked into the still, mainly empty art room. He walked in, plopping right next to PJ in his usual, front seat in the far left corner. The five rows of desks were mainly empty, a few nerds reading in seats that were nicely spaced apart.

"Hey Pet~" Fresh whispered, grabbing PJ's waist. Ink wasn't in the room yet, so Fresh could do as he pleased.

"Why are you here?" PJ groaned, still nose into a book.

"Whatcha reading?" The top was interested, looking over the smaller's freckled shoulders.

"None of your business," PJ barked, snapping his head towards him. Of course, the pervert took the opportunity and kissed him deeply, sucking slightly and forcing his tongues into PJ's mouth. His tongues licked the back of Paperjam's throat, making him gag and whimper. He tried pulling away, though his sex-master didn't stop. He played with PJ's three tongues, sucking on them as he licked the entirety of his wet cavern. After making out with his sex toy, Fresh pulled away, allowing the freckled male to breath.

"Mm~ That felt so amazing, Pet~" Fresh cooed, licking his lips with his yellow tongue. They still taste like PJ's chocolate flavored chapstick. It didn't taste like chocolate, but it tasted like PJ. That's all that mattered to Fresh.

"Please, there are people here." PJ hated begging like this, but he had to. Otherwise, Fresh wouldn't listen to him.

"I know~ I just love showing them who you belong to~" Fresh cooed. "You know I love dominating you, even if I'm not inside of you~"

"F-Fresh!" PJ blushed, looking away and hiding his face with the book he was reading.

"It's Master, you know that~" Fresh began to lick his neck, moving the collar he forced Paperjam to wear out of the way.

"M-Master~ S-stop~" PJ tried not to moan too loud. "M-my moans are o-only for y-you~ I-I don't w-want a-anyone else to h-hear them~"

Fresh blushed, smirking slightly. His glasses read 'HOT DAMN!' He loved how cute his sex toy was. He was only giving himself to Fresh. That was real sexy to him. Of course, it was a turn on.

"Holy shit, I would love to fuck you right now~" the taller admitted, pulling his glasses down flirtatiously. His eyes met with PJ's, making him freeze as his heart beat quickly. He winked before pushing his glasses back up, smirking at how much PJ basically melted.

"M-Master..." PJ whispered before Fresh kissed him again, soft noises coming from their lips. The pink haired male tugged on PJ's long, black and pink hair as he pulled away. He sat normally, rubbing PJ's thigh gently under the desk as the crowd came in.

"Keep quiet, okay?" Fresh whispered to him before he began to grope PJ, rubbing his crouch.

"M-Master, I-I might get a b-boner..." PJ whimpered, trying not to get hard from Fresh's gropes. Of course, the basketball jock couldn't not just grab PJ, so he started groping his ass and thigh.

"This better?~"

"Y-yes..."

"Good~" Fresh kept groping him, hiding his smirk.

Ink soon came in, starting class. He had the usual bright smile, not noticing the heat rushing to his son's face as the male sitting next to him grabbed him inappropriately.

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