"Anthony, Not My Braids"

Chapter two

They had just gotten to the club when Christian felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. It was Alexa, a good friend he'd made on tour.

"Hey Lex what's up?"

"Chris I..can you come over asap, please I need you I'm having a panic attack and I don't know what to do please."

Alexa was sobbing through the phone.

"Hey, hey listen to me everything's gonna be okay I'll head over right now okay just calm down."

"Thanks Chris I just I didn't know who else to call." she sniffled.

"It's alright, I'm on my way"

Hanging up the phone, he saw Mitchel making his way over.

"Hey Mitty listen I've gotta go see a friend, I'll meet you back at the hotel okay?"

"Dude we just got here and Clinton has legit already ditched me."

Kras instantly felt bad the small pout very visible on Mittys face, drew his eyes to Michel's soft lips. Wait what, he did not just think that.

"Yeah I know man I'm sorry, it's important I promise I'll make it up to you" he tugged on his braids.

"I wouldn't leave unless I had too, just please don't do anything stupid okay?"

Knowing him he'd get smashed and then feel like shit the next day.

"Okay Anthony I'll try not too." he mumbles

"That's my boy."

Christian grazed his thumb over Mitchel's soft cheek staring into his eyes for a second too long, knowing he shouldn't feel that way about his 'best friend.' He walk away with a pit in his stomach.

When he arrive at Alexa's she was sitting on the floor crying. Walking over he scooped the small girl into his arms.

"What's wrong Lex, talk to me."

"It's Kyle..." she muttered into my shirt.

"He left me, Chris."

Sighing into her hair he hugged her tighter.

"I'm so sorry Alexa,"

Her silent tears soaked his chest. He rocked slowly with her in his arms. Alexa was problematic, but she loved Kyle more than anything else.

"He said I was too much for him, that I was making him depressed because I was always upset."

she sniffled into his tame impala t-shirt. Not knowing what to say he picked her up and carried her to bed. Tucking her into her soft pink sheets, he wipe away her tears.

"Everything's gonna be okay, I'll come see you in the morning,"

He kissed her forehead.

"No.. Chris, can you.. do you maybe mind staying with me just for tonight?"

She looked so upset, her makeup ruined and her hair a mess, but even then she still looked beautiful.

"Of course Lex,"

He smile softly at her as he walk around to the other side of the bed, slowly removing his shirt.

"I can't sleep with Jeans on is it okay if I take them off?"

"All good." she mumbles sleepily.

Slowly he got into bed, he could still feel her shaking. Moving closer, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. Her cold small frame nuzzled into him, it sent a slight shiver up his spine. Clinging to the bed sheets he craved warmth. His thoughts began to wonder.. What would it feel like to have Mitchel in his arms.

"Christian stop." The voice in the back of his mind knew this was wrong. His skinny but muscly shape clinging to his chest, would he be cold like Alexa or would he be comfortably warm?

"He's your best friend, you do not have feelings for him."

Would his braids tickle Christian's face as he nuzzle into his neck?

"Christian for fucks sake stop!"

He wondered if they'd fight over who was the little spoon. He knew it'd obviously be him because he's bigger than Mitchel but Mitchel was stubborn and there's no way he'd admit he secretly likes to be held.

"I give up."

Closing his eyes he imagined the way their hands would intertwine, how he would trace his nails up Mitchel's sensitive sides and feel the vibrations of his shivers. How he'd nibble at his ear then slowly kiss his way down his chin, letting his lips caress the rough stubble. Tracing his tongue over his neck slowly, sucking, biting until it appeared a dark shade of purple.
He was all Christian wanted.

He pictured him in his mind, snoring softly in his big arms, his body replacing Alexa's. Slowly, his eyes closed and he fell asleep, the storm in his mind settling. For now.