(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

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The next morning Fang woke up in a state he didn't think he found himself before. It could be described as a mix of flattery and tiredness, but in a pleasant way. He looked over to his side, at which laid his boyfriend.

They were entangled in a semi-embrace, he laid on the man's arm, whilst wrapped around his torso. He peeked at him once again, curious to check whether he had woken up or not. A quick glance and a slight snore told him everything he had to know.

He was enjoying himself, the skin to skin contact making it much more nicer. He moved his head to observe the ginger, deciding it's best entertainment there could possibly be.

After about a few minutes he noticed the boy's eyes open, to which he smiled a little. "Hey dude." He said, staring at him. "What time is it?" Buster asked tiringly. "I don't know, I didn't move much. " He shrugged, then moved closer.

They conversed for a while, not having a reason to get out of bed, and also being very comfortable. They got interrupted by two figures entering through the door unexpectedly.

"Hi Fang, we're back!!!" His mom barged into the room, and only then looked. To that the ginger just smiled embarrassingly, and looked away. He couldn't even get out of bed, 'cuz his pants got lost in the sauce long long ago.

"Hello to you Buster, you boys had a sleepover?" She asked, at heart knowing damn well what it was seeing her son shirtless with another man in bed😪. "Uhhhhhhhhh..... yeah." The chinese answered, looking at her, scared.

"Alright, well then I'll leave you be, do you want tea or breakfast?" She asked, trying to be nice. "Mmm, no, you can leave now. " The blue haired boy told her. "Actually, a tea would be nice.." He stated.

"No, no, forget it, just go. " Fang said, needing his mom to go away. She nodded and shut the door behind her. Buster shifted to face the boy, a face of terror painted over his face.

"Will she be mad?" He asked, voice hushed. "I don't know, I think she understands. If anything just complement her shirt or something. " The chinese replied, shrugging.

"What time does the train leave?" The boy continued, scooting closer to him. "Pretty late, about 6PM. " He answered. "That's not fucking late. " Fang argued, looking at him stupid. "I mean, it depends, you know.." He stated, looking away with his eyes.

"When do we pack? You'll have to pay a visit back to your house to get your stuff. " The chinese complained, moving closer, so that he could hug him.

"Uhhh, I don't know, I mean we would have to be at the station at about 5:30, so we need to take the bus that leaves at 5, but before that one of us has to return to the other's home, so I'd say it's reasonable to start packing at about 2. " He explained.

He wanted to move so he could reach his phone and read the time, but was stopped by the very touch starved boy lying next to him😪.

"Can I nap for a second?" The chinese asked. "I would tell you but I have no way to check the time. " He sighed, suggesting him very mean things😒😒. Fang's touch loosened which enabled him to actually get to his phone.

"It's about twenty past nine, so I suppose it wouldn't hurt. " He shrugged, returning to the bed. The fucking FAGGOT😒😒next to him got very happy that he could once again rest happily, although the coldness that came with the short separation scarred him.

When he returned under the covers he was immediately greeted with a pair of arms wrapping around him, which he couldn't complain about, and the weight on his chest put there by the guy's head made his lungs flutter a ljttle the gayass he is. 😢