Open Your Eyes. (boy×boy×boy) [FINISHED]

Chapter 24

Dean's POV

I slowly opened my sore eyes, as I notice I am in front of sleeping France's chest. I let out a big sigh as I went back to the comfortable position I was in before.

"Are you awake Dean?," Baby boy asked, as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Mhmm," I hummed.
"Would you like to tell me what your nightmare was about," he asked quietly.
I glanced up at him, as his fingers started going through my hair, calming me.
"I-i.... don't re-really want too...," I stuttered out, blushing a shade of pink.
"Its okay, you dont have too, I'm not forcing it," he pecked me on the forehead.

We went silent as I went back to cuddling him, taking in his warmth, while he still stroked my head. I soon heard Jeremiah shuffling around, as he went around the bed to peck mine and Babyboy's head.

"I have to go to work loves, Dean you can stay here because France shouldn't be alone," he says to us.
"But what about you," France ask, worried.
"I'll bring my pistol, and will be wearing some body armor, don't worry."

He walked around the room and bathroom, getting ready for coming back to work, after 4 days off. Before leaving the room, he gave us another peck on our forehead's, saying goodbye.

When he left, I sat up, and leaned up against the headboard. I gentally grabbed babyboy to set him gently on my lap, and set him in between my legs. I rested my head in the crook of his nsck, as my arm wrapped around his waist.

"Whats wrong?," babyboy asks me as I released a heavy sigh.
As last night's nightmare came crashing down on me once again, I clutched on babyboy tighter.
"Hey..." babyboy says, as he turned his body around facing me.

My mind muted out things from the real world, while the words said by the people I thought I knew well ring in my ears.
'Ew'
'No offense, but, stay as far away possible from me and my family'
'Pansexual isn't real, you're just confused'
'Stop saying you're Pansexual, your embarrassing me'
'The devil himself made you, so you could look like an angle on earth'
'How the fuck did we became friends'
'Why are you a fa--'

Soon a pair of lips were put on mine, as I slowly traced back into reality. I notice France was kissing me with his hands cupped on my face. We pulled apart so we could catch our breaths. We stared into each other's eyes before, I look away.

"I'm sorry..." I say, still looking away.
I felt babyboy gently move my chin to face him once again.
"Me and Jeremiah are here for you," he reassured me with a light smile.

His face was so pretty when he smiles, that my body reacted on its own and I kissed him once again, but a little rougher. He let's out a moan, and I take that chance to stick my tongue in. I place my hand on the back of his head, and lightly tug at the curly locks that my babyboy has.

As we pulled away, babyboy's face flushed a bright red as he hides his face in the crook of my neck. I chuckled lightly, and wrap my arms around his his small body, compared to mine. We sat like that for a few minutes, before I broke the silence.

"Hey, babyboy?"
"Yes," he responds lifting his head off my shoulder.
"I.... l-love you," I say as my voice gets quieter, and my faced flushed a pink color.
He stared at me for a moment, before pecking lips and whisper,
"I love you too," as he layed back on to my shoulder.

We sat their in comfortable silence for awhile before I stood up with babyboy in my arms and walked downstairs to where Melissa was there, making some delicious looking breakfast. As I sat down and put France on my lap, she put two plates of food in front of us. We dug into the food, while we were soon lightly scowled at for our 'rude behavior', because of how messy we were eating. But we didn't care, and continued eating.

We finished and said our thanks, and sorry's to Melissa, and we went upstairs. We did our morning routines, but went  back on the bed, since babyboy had it rough yesterday morning.

France sat in between my legs, and I started fingers combing through babyboy's curly hair, making him start purring like a kitten. I smiled as he leaned back onto me, as he traced the tattoos my tattooed arm that was resting protectively around his waist. He suddenly starts to lightly snore, claiming that he fell asleep. As I let him lay on me, I let my worries work its way in my mind...

I want to tell everything to him so badly, but I'm scared it'll hurt him, and even Jeremiah and I. It will break trust, and I'm not ready to lose another person that I love so dearly in my heart.

So I'm sorry babyboy, you just will have to forgive us for what we have and will hide from you in the near feature, and understand there was a reason.

'We love you very much, my babyboy'