Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

The Breach Of Protocol

Caleb walked into his and Christian's shared suite and found Christian right off and he was looking at him like he had just killed his favorite pet and got caught burying it under the floorboards.

He was clearly distressed and had drowned himself in one of his long-since stolen sweatshirts, one he had claimed after something got on the material on a night out. When he found out Caleb was getting ready to toss it, he had torn it from his hands like he was insane, looked at the speck of wine stain on the white fabric high on the neck, and commandeered the otherwise pristine fabric.

It was now his favorite "anxiety sweater" and his solution to the stain? To cut the whole neck out like an off-the-shoulder scoop neck; the sleeves drowned him, and he had just cut holes in them for his thumbs and fashioned a completely new look.

Caleb loved seeing that overlarge item on Chris honestly. It was one of Caleb's favorite things he wore anymore because of how adorably big it was, loved the peak of collarbone and smooth round of shoulder. He had paired it with a pair of straight-leg, acid-wash jeans, and was in low pristine, soft white socks, and Caleb was turned on just looking at him. The man did casual like no one's business.

However, looking at him now, it was clear he had just gotten out of the shower, his eyes were dark and bleak, and he looked ready to cry.

Caleb's first thought? He was going to rip both his brother's arms off. He frowned, tossed the keys on a table, and went over. "Baby, you okay?"

Chris rubbed his face with the sleeves and then threw his hands. "I...Caleb. Your brothers," He fucking knew it, "I think...I think they're hitting on me." The words were broken up like he had committed some ultimate cardinal sin, almost strangled like he was about to launch from the roof over it.

Caleb stopped in front of him, and at the very least, by the look alone there, he supposed he never had to worry over Chris having some secret affair.

He tried really hard not to laugh, because clearly Christian was very, very worried about it, and looked like he had tortured and then flogged himself enough for all four of them.

Caleb kept it off his face the best he could, and pet his hand over one shoulder. "Did they say something offensive?" He wanted to be very clear on that particular matter because if one of those assholes had actually crossed one of Chris's lines, or made some comment that made him at all feel out of place, he would go down right that second and pistol whip one of them.

"I mean...nothing more than usual." He almost wailed it, threw his hands helplessly, and put then put them to his chest with tears in his eyes, and Caleb just really loved everything about him. "I don't know what to do though. I would never, ever come between brothers." He winced and heard that particular comment, and Caleb's lips quirked before he could curb it. "You know what I mean, Caleb!"

"I know." He chuckled and sat down beside him, and those dark eyes were swimming with high-velocity emotion now. "You want me to go beat them up for you?"

"Yes!" He declared it with such hilarious desperation that Caleb was really losing this battle here and kissed the visible round of his shoulder if only to keep from laughing right at him. "Please!"

Caleb smiled against his skin, green eyes bright with humor, and wasn't sure what to say beyond, "What happened?"

Chris told him all about the pool, about how they had had the audacity to come by while he was in there trying to drink his little drink, dared to breathe his air, and then send him into some hyper-aware confused mixtape of Walker madness. That wasn't his exact words, but that was pretty much the overall summary.