Razor is Not Just a Puppy

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"R-Razor?" Bennett gasped, feeling his back slam into the door behind him. 

"Train crowded," Razor stepped closer, glaring over his shoulder. He had his hand up against the wall by Bennett's head, protecting him from the crowd. Razor grimaced feeling someone step on the back of his ankle. He winced again feeling someone accidentally hit him. Razor rested his head on Bennett's shoulder, sighing. 

"Are you okay? Do you want to switch places?" 

"No." 

"But you don't like people..." 

"Bennett cute. Others touch." 

"What?" 

"No others touch. Razor here." 

"You're worried about people touching me?" Bennett blinked, not really sure what Razor meant. Razor lifted his head and stared into Bennett's eyes. His face was super close. They'd already had their daily kiss so Bennett shoved his thoughts to the side. Razor never kissed him. Bennett always gave Razor the daily kiss. That's how it worked. Razor was his lovely little puppy. His kiss was his daily treat. 

Razor grunted, feeling someone push him again. He had to stand up straight but ended up slamming into Bennett anyway. Bennett's face firmly against his chest. He was glad Razor couldn't see his face right now. It was too red from the close contact of his chest and the fact that something was poking his stomach. It wasn't that Razor was pitching a tent or anything but he could still feel it and exactly how big it was even when it wasn't, well, y'know. 

Razor and I are platonic best friends. We kiss each other daily because of a stupid promise. Razor is a cute little puppy. Razor is a cute little puppy. Razor is a cute little-

Bennett moaned when Razor was pushed into him again. He was glad Razor's chest had covered that noise for the most part. Blushing furiously, Bennett continued his mental chant. Razor was his best friend. He was not attracted to his best friend in any way. That would be weird, right? So. He didn't moan. He was just startled. He wasn't thinking about Razor's nice body. He is just very aware of how close they are right now. Yeah. Everything is fine. Razor is a cute little- Razor is not little at all though-

"Almost there." 

"Huh?" Bennett blinked, snapping back into reality. Hello, Bennett, welcome to planet earth. Here we have tall childhood best friends that became super attractive. Don't worry. You get to kiss him daily. 

When the train stopped, Razor pulled Bennet closer to him and away from the door so he wouldn't fall out of the train once the doors opened. Bennett was swooped off of his feet and carried out of the train and the rest of the train station. Once his feet made contact with the ground again they were pure jelly. He'd barely been able to register what had just happened. Razor...carried him here? 

"Safe now." 

"What?" 

"Safe," Razor smiled. Okay, yes, that's cute. But no, Bennett wasn't safe, his mind was absolutely not in the clear yet. He eyed Razor up and down and then hid his face in his hands. So much muscle. My face was in that chest. Oh god...