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🥾 AXTON 🥾






"Baby, how is your hair so soft?" I was laying in bed beside Herc.

Moments that were rare, were now frequent this past week, all in begrudging thanks to Rosalinda.

"Lady's conditioner," he yawned into the pillow before rolling towards me.

"Of course, cause women have the best products," I snorted in amusement.

"Don't be jealous, your hair is thick and smooth. I'd like to just lie here and run my hands through it. But the girls and club duty calls, my heart."

"Come onnnn, just ten more minutes, Herc," I groaned as I held onto him so he couldn't get up.

"It's nine-thirty Ax, we got things to do," he grunted as he pretended to fight against my hold.

"What's so important?"

"Church, new shipment, cookout, not to mention the date you promised me..."

"Finnnne, but tomorrow we're definitely lazing in bed, deal?" I rolled over onto him, pinning his body down.

"Deal. Damn, you're so childish in private," Herc chuckled as he tickled my armpits.

"STTOPPP."

"Why should I?" Herc grinned as he held his hands stationary.

"You'll give us away and this is not how I want our families to find out..."

"Fiiine, but we're telling them today, right?" Herc pulled away and sat on his heels.

"Don't I always keep my promises, Garren?"

"Yeaaah," he ducked his head to hide his frown.

"Why do you seem doubtful?" I lifted his chin till our eyes met.

"Coming out is like gambling. We don't know how our family will react anymore more than dealer's pick, Ax."

"Have you heard our families or patch-holders agree with lgbtqia plus phobia?"

"No, bu-."

"Luck's on our side. Now come on say it."

"Luck's on our side," he meekly repeated.

"Not good enough, what do you say to the girls when they're unsure?"

"To give it heart," a little smile broke through.

"Now you."

"Luck's, on our side,"

"Goood boy," I grinned and pecked his lips.

"I aim to please sir," herc nipped my ear before jumping out of bed and heading to bathroom.

I grabbed my phone and rolled onto my back to text Rosalinda as it was nine-forty-five.

<ME>
are the
girl's okay

<RH>
they just
finished
eating

<ME>
good

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