Little things [BOYXBOY SMUT ONE-SHOTS]

Breegan pt2

I feel Gucci baby

I'm a bad mothafucka in the room

I feel Gucci

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Chapter 1: If you don't use birth control while having sex you may get pregnant. Brandon might have forgotten this.

Keegan gestured towards the bottle of whiskey, "have one at least, Brandon." He leaned back into his seat and yawned into his elbow.

Taking a glass Brandon did just that and poured himself one, but not before he gave the king a look. They didn't bother to ask Jameathen if he wanted one - he never did just in case of an attack. And, although he wouldn't admit it, Jameathen didn't like alcohol. Keegan just smiled, pleased.

"It's been awhile. You've been so busy lately, Brandon. So busy that you can't come for drinks."

Brandon just rolled his eyes at him. "It's never just one drink with you, Keegan."

"The last time there was just one drink an assassin broke into the Citadel," Jameathen dryly added.

Brandon remembered that day, unfortunately. He would remember it until the day he died, if he was unlucky.

"Still, it is nice to be together again." Keegan said cheerfully.

They talked about everything and nothing. After the third glass Brandon had migrated to the sofa, sitting next to Keegan, while Jameathen occupied Brandon's previous seat. Keegan was starting to sprawl like he did when he was truly relaxed and it was just them, his bad leg straight out, resting, and his good leg on the sofa tucked close to him. Brandon had sank down into the cushions so hard he had practically become one with them and Jameathen just looked at his friends with a spark of amusement in his eyes.

"No," Brandon watched as Jameathen refused one of Keegan's half-drunk ideas that didn't even sound good after a couple of drinks. He saw Keegan frown at the other man. In a smooth move that some men couldn't pull off entirely sober, Keegan had turned and shifted until he was laying in Brandon's lap.

"It's a good idea, isn't it Brandon?"

The night continued on like many had before: Keegan and Brandon drinking and talking until one of them got the idea to kiss the other (it was always Keegan) and they shuffled off towards Keegan's bedroom from the side room that they were in, Jameathen left behind and rolling his eyes at the two.

"Have fun," he dryly said.

Brandon shifted, finally getting up. There was no glow of light through the curtains of his room and the clock just flashed a meagre 5:35am at him, but still, he was up. He rubbed his dry eyes and stood but didn't do anything else other than sway on the spot. He'd slept so shittily he was dizzy - and while his insomnia in Insomnia wasn't so recent, anymore, he had enough. Here he was, up and getting ready for work a good two hours before he needed to.

He need to ask the king if he could have time off to hunt. He was obviously going insane and all the paperwork didn't help. Ashely wouldn't thank him for it, but she had been giving him looks lately, anyway.

Something about not taking enough time off.

Brandon continued getting ready, spending time getting himself a good breakfast. It wasn't like he didn't have time - and not sleeping made him hungry.

He yawned, grabbed his Crownsguard jacket and left his rooms in the Citadel, before pausing to lock them and carrying on.

The hallways were pretty much empty, Brandon's footstep being the loudest sound there. Only the 'Guards and a rare servant were up and about, each of them nodding or saluting to Brandon as he past.