College experience

Chapter 19

I'm so sorry guys. I think things might start happening in the next few chapters! I told one of you I would start trying to write longer chapters. So here goes nothing!

-----------------------Andrew

"We got to go, like now!" I yell to Briar, who was taking forever just to pack a damn bag. My mother is coming by in about an hour to pick us up for Thanksgiving. Briar agreed to Thanksgiving at my house before I could even finish telling him what mom said.

"What movies?!" Briar yelled. I put my finger on my chin in a classic thinking pose. Briar and I have three different shelves, floor to ceiling, and they are completely filled with movies.

"Jason, all three Nightmare On Elm Street movies, Zombieland, Deadpool, and all of the X-Men movies!" I yell back after a while. I hear shuffling in the next room and Briar comes around the corner to the shelf in the living area. He runs his fingers slowly across the bindings of the movie cases before stopping to grab a few. He then disappeared back into his room.

About thirty minutes later, Briar comes out of the room dragging two different bags.

"What's the extra bag?" I ask confused.

"Movies and other necessities." He says in a 'drop it' voice. Knowing when to shut up has always been a quality I have had, so I drop the subject.

When I feel my butt vibrate, I immediately take out my buzzing phone and opened the lock screen.

'I'm here!'

I turn off the phone and sling my duffle bag over my shoulder. I look back to Briar, who has both bags on his shoulders.

"Let's go." I say and let him go first. I shut and lock the door behind me before turning to follow him down the parking lot.

If you were to ask Andrew he would Demi that he was staring at Briar's hips sway all the way down the stairs. Or how he almost started drooling at the muscles of his back flex from the weight of the bags he was carrying.

-------------------------Andrew

"Mom..........can't..........breathe." I get out between spares breaths. Immediately after leaving the building and making it to her car, I was pulled into a massive boob hug. And let me tell you something.

My face was stuffed into my mother's boobs.

Ew.

I hear Briar chuckle into his hand behind me. Finally I am released, and the first thing I do is slap Briar upside his head and glare him. I then start dusting myself off in a vain effort to gain back some dignity. I hear Briar whimpering behind me and I smirk.

"Let's go. We have a trip to overcome!" Mom says enthusiastically before hopping back in the car, leaving us to stuff our stuff into the car trunk.

"Your mom seems nice." Briar says nonchalantly.

"Yeah. Just wait. She will interrogate us eventually."

"About what?"

I look at him with a deadpan expression. "What do you think?"

He takes a minute before grimacing and closing the trunk. We both hop in the car, waiting to leave.

------------------------Briar

We are about an hour into the trip, and Andrew's mom's questions have not been as unbearable as I thought they would. She eventually stopped talking, seeming to run out of questions to ask, and I just stare out the window and watch the green hills as they go by.

Suddenly, a surprising weight drops onto my chest. I look over only to see Andrew, fast asleep and using my pectoral as a pillow. I smile down to him and listen to his steady and smooth breathing. It's soothing to Briar and he unconsciously brings his hands up to Andrew's head and starts running his finders through the silky smooth locks.

He give a small smile before the combination of the soft breathing, heartbeat, and the soothing rock of the car finally put him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

---------------------Briar

Oh. My. God.

The house that we pulled up to after about four hours of driving looked like it was out of a god damn Hollywood movie. Andrew must have noticed my gobsmacked expression because he chuckled and started pulling my arm toward the front door. I let him lead me away, the bags dangling painfully on my shoulders, but I really didn't care at that moment.

I gasp when we enter the mansion. The foyer is fucking sparkling! We haven't even made it to the actual house and I was already impressed. Finally about ten minutes later and a house tour, we were settling down in Andrew's bedroom. A king sized bed with curtains and a nightstand take up half the room. A futon lay in the opposite side and a massive flat screen TV hung on the wall above a cozy looking fireplace.

I set down the bags I was holding before sneaking up behind Andrew and wrapping my arms around him in a hug. I feel him relax into my embrace and I almost pur in satisfaction. Almost. I'm not a damn cat. I gently nuzzle his neck, scenting him and smelling his scent, memorizing it. About a week before, Briar had finally grown some balls and asked Andrew out. His response was 'about fucking time' before he shoved his hands in Briar's hair and smothered him with a long, passionate kiss.

They had been trying to keep it as quiet as possible, at least until after Thanksgiving. They were planning on announcing it at school then. Briar had gone and asked Andrew if he would come with him to France for the Friday Christmas Party. Andrew said yes, and his parents didn't really have and real problems with it. Briar was invited by his Grandfather, and was asked to bring his mate if he had one.

Andrew shifted around until he was facing Briar. He reached up his arms before leaning in slowly and kissing Briar.

Heaven. Pure serenity. Andrew tasted like cinnamon and blood, which surprisingly wasn't that bad. Briar let a slow, drawn out moan escape his lips and echo into Andrew's open mouth. Briar eventually broke the kiss, in need of air. He gently connected their foreheads and closed his eyes. He sighed and smiled.

Everything was perfect.