Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 123. A Day Like Any Other Day

"Misha!" A soft boyish voice called, just a second before something crashed onto his back. "Piggy ride!"

"...Why don't you piggy ride on your brother's back instead?" Misha grunted, his mouth twitching. Thankfully, he had grown used to the boy's clingy behavior, or else he'd have reflexively thrown him over his shoulder.

Pursing his lips and complaining, Misha nevertheless crouched and allowed Tristan to climb onto his back. Now that Misha was experiencing his teenage growth spurt, he wasn't exactly small. He had grown a lot taller in the past few years, his head finally reaching Gabriel's nose. He still had a few centimeters left to go, though.

"But I wanna piggy ride on your back!"

"Ok, ok, I get it."

Misha threw a desperate gaze at Gabriel, who averted his eyes and pretended not to notice. The man busied himself with unloading the car trunk and dragging the bags to the front door, leaving Misha to handle his little brother.

"Hold on tight then," Misha sighed, helping the boy settle on his back. "I'll help your brothers unpack the car."

Letting out a giggle, Tristan obediently wrapped his legs around the teenager's waist and his arms around his shoulders. After which, he didn't move an inch, perfectly immobile so that he wouldn't hinder Misha.

"Why do you have so much luggage, anyway...? You're staying over for the weekend, not a whole damn month."

"I told mom we didn't need that many things, but she still kept on adding more and more," Tristan said before whispering in a much softer voice, "Is it really too much?"

"No, it's just a pain in the a—"

"Misha!"

"In the neck to carry," the teenager coughed, glaring at Gabriel. Strangely, now he heard him. "And where's Jake? How about he lend us a helping hand for a change?"

"I think he had an important phone call to make?" Tristan explained. "For the company?"

"Is that so."

Important phone call his ass! That man just wanted to slack off, as he always did. Rather than discussing whatever crucial meetings he had to attend this week, he was probably complaining to a girl about having to sleep at his brother's girlfriend's place. Again.

'If he's so much against staying over, he's more than welcome to leave. And get lost while he's at it,' Misha inwardly snorted. 'Too bad he won't.'

And as expected, they didn't see so much as his shadow until all the luggage was put inside the house, neatly sorted out. Jake then appeared from whatever corner he had been hiding in and leisurely walked into the living room with his head held high, eyes scanning the area.

"Where's Masha? I don't see her."

"Still working," Misha snorted. "Something you don't know shit about."

"That's rich coming from a kid who keeps on failing his classes. I am a working adult, unlike you."

"If sitting before a desk and letting your subordinates do all the work counts as working.... Besides, I'm at least putting effort into classes. It's not my fault if the teachers are shitheads."

"You—"

"Enough," Gabriel groaned, massaging his throbbing temples. "Could you not bicker for, I don't know, a second?"

"It's the brat who started it," Jake sneered, sitting on the sofa.

"I was just telling the truth, though."