Repair | Bexey x Lil Peep drabbles

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After their shower, Bexey had followed through with his end of the deal. It was in the middle of their shower, as a matter of fact. Peep wasn't patient enough to wait till they got out.

It was messy, slippery, and difficult. Bexey nearly hated it but he did it anyway. He was completely shocked when Gus had pulled out of his mouth, coming on his face rather quickly, groaning and bracing himself against the shower wall. If they had not been already in the shower, Bexey would have been a lot more annoyed with the fact he had the other's semen running down his face.

Peep was completely zen. The hot water eased the tension in his muscles he didn't know was there, and of course the blow job helped too. He was completely speechless as he looked down at Bexey, wiping his seed off his face. The image burned itself into his retinas; he was absolutely sure he'd never forget it. He never ever imagined just coming on someone's face would be that hot. He briefly wondered what he missed out on with all his past endeavours. Most girls wouldn't even swallow. One or two in the past had, but Bexey was the only one who ever really let him take control, and Peep lived for it.

"Asshole," Bexey muttered under his breath, getting up to clean himself. Peep was barely able to move out of the way, feeling pretty lethargic as he came down from his orgasm.

His heart raced, hammering against his ribs. He could hear it over the water, and it concerned him a little bit. He put all aside and just relished in his blissful state, almost forgeting he was still in the shower with another body.

They got out and dried off, returning to their bedroom. Peep opened the window, letting the L.A. air in. The room imediately felt warmer. Bexey immediately crawled into the mess of their sheets after putting on some boxers; Peep had worn him out. Peep, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the bed and rolled a blunt. It had to be after midnight by now, and they could faintly hear whatever Rayn and Missy had fallen asleep watching on tv down the hall. The time didn't deter him at all, but it had seemed to both the other a little.

"Turn off the light," Bexey mumbled, hitting Peep's back lazily for emphasis. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He didn't care if Peep stayed up, as long as he turned off the damned light.

"In a few, bro," Peep said, lighting his weed. Bexey was annoyed heavily by this. He proceeded to get up, push Peep down on his back, and take his blunt away as he pinned the latter down with his weight.

"You just made me suck your dick, don't call me bruv," Bexey said over Peep's giggles, maintaing a serious face.

"I'll call you whatever I want, bruv," Peep mocked the other's accent, taking his blunt back and inhaling deeply, blowing the smoke right in Bexey's face, knowing it would annoy him.

Bexey rolled his eyes, once again took the blunt from Peep's mouth. He was getting tireder by the second, and of course tackling Peep didn't necisarilly replenish his energy levels. He wasn't in the mood for such games. Instead he saw the perfect oppurtunity to steal a goodnight kiss.

And he did. He kissed the blonde boy, enjoying his fresh scent and warm skin against his own where their chests and thighs were touching. He slowly pulled away after a moment, but Peep leaned right back up and connected their lips. It made Bexey's heart melt a little bit. Just that little movement, Gus going in for another kiss. It made him feel wanted. Especially after earlier, the miniscule rejection he had felt. It was all canceled out now.

"You need to shave," Bexey put the blunt between Peep's lips for him, watching him inhale.

"You're just jealous I can grow more facial hair than you." Peep's free hand ventured down to Bexey's hip, "And I'm younger."

"Goodnight," Bexey rolled his eyes, getting off Peep. Peep laughed, putting his weed away before getting up to turn off the light. He connected his phone to the charger before crawling into bed next to his best friend, who had already cacooned himself into the sheets.

Bexey was extremely tired, falling asleep before he felt Peep's arm around his chest, holding him. 

(sorry it wasn't as long as I thought it was. only about 700 words.)