GET. YOUR. FILTHY. HANDS. AWAY. FROM MY BOYFRIEND

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Bible

Bible couldn't shake the unease he felt about the history between Build and "Color Guy."


 He wanted Build to find closure and forgiveness, not only to let go of the resentment but also to finally leave that chapter behind. 

For Bible, forgiveness was essential; it was the only way to truly move on.

As they drove to the restaurant where Build would meet Blue, Bible turned to him, his concern evident.


"Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" he asked as they arrived.


They both spotted Blue seated in a booth, appearing comfortably at ease.


Build gave him a playful look. "Are you sure you won't get jealous?"


Bible stared back, unamused. "Look at me," he demanded.


Build's expression turned serious as he met Bible's gaze.


"There's nothing to be jealous about. I can see it in your eyes—you love me," Bible said, his tone resolute.


Build, smirking, joked, "But what if I still love him?"


The question silenced Bible. 


Though he trusted Build's love, doubt crept in, and he felt a pang in his chest. He took a shaky breath, his eyes drifting toward the window.

"Then you should break up with me," he said softly.


"Why?" Build asked, taken aback.


Bible turned to him, emotion brimming in his eyes.


 "Because it wouldn't be fair. Not to you, not to me, and not to him. You can't love two people at the same time."

For a moment, they sat in silence. 


Finally, Build spoke, his tone teasing. "I'm just kidding."

Bible glared, narrowing his eyes at him. 



Build laughed and, undoing his seatbelt, maneuvered himself awkwardly onto Bible's lap. Bible shook his head, amused, as he noticed Build struggling to find a comfortable position.

"You're cute. Now kiss me," Build said with a smirk.


Bible pouted. "Nope. You kiss me—you hurt my feelings."


Build chuckled and leaned in close, whispering, "I love you."


 He pressed a kiss to Bible's forehead. 

"I love you," he repeated, kissing his eyes, then his cheeks. 

He whispered the phrase over and over, kissing every part of Bible's face.

Finally, Bible held Build's face, looking into his eyes.


 "I'll love you for the rest of my life," he murmured before kissing him deeply.

They melted into the kiss, their lips moving in sync. 


Bible gently flicked his tongue against Build's lower lip, seeking entry, and Build parted his lips, inviting him in.

 Their tongues danced, exploring each other in a soft but passionate exchange. Build tasted faintly of strawberries.

Build's hands ran through Bible's hair and down his chest, while Bible kept one hand on his waist and the other at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. 


They were lost in each other until, breathless, they finally pulled apart, their foreheads touching.

"You should go," Bible said softly, brushing a strand of hair from Build's face.


 "But try not to look too cute in front of him, okay? I love you."

Build smiled and gave him a light peck before stepping out. 


Bible opened his door to let him out of the car, watching as he made his way into the restaurant.

Bible noticed Blue's face light up as soon as he saw Build. 


Build sat across from him, out of Bible's direct line of sight, but Bible could still see glimpses of their conversation through the restaurant window.

A few moments later, Build suddenly stood up, and Bible's stomach twisted as he saw Blue reach out, grabbing Build's hand. 


Anger flared inside him, and he unbuckled his seatbelt, unable to look away. 

He watched as Build swatted Blue's hand away and closed his eyes, visibly trying to control his frustration.

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Bible stormed into the restaurant. He saw Blue trying to hold onto Build, who looked increasingly distressed. Bible strode over to them, his voice low but laced with fury.


"Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. My. Boyfriend."

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