Paradise [poly BL] ✔︎

Six) Tweedledum, Tweedledee 。

"I'm going to give you the answers you need and in return, I want to escape with you," Quinn whispered, if I could see his eyes right now, I know they would burn through me, setting fire to my skin with beady emerald eyes holding only lust and a terrors of the night. "But you need to be wary, Paradise is built on sinners." He moved away, getting out the tub before reaching out his hand.

Once we were dry and clean, Quinn dressed me in a large green shirt and plain grey shorts, claiming that I looked exquisite in Beryl's clothes. But I would have rather stayed in his arms looking like a mess, of course, I wouldn't say that.

He put on a fitted white button-up shirt followed by a dark green faded sweater and khaki pants. He left his blonde hair messily sprawled over his forehead as he put on some black-framed glasses. I must have been staring because he shook his head with a small -and most definitely delicious- smile while ushering me out the bathroom.

The glasses made me freaking weak in the knee's, it makes him look way more mature and.... daddyish.

Beryl laid on the bed with Leighton sitting on top of him. Leighton had posed with peace signs on both his hands, a wink sending our way. Beryl, who was still underneath Lee, had made finger guns while blowing a party whistle.

The corners of my lips titled upwards, a genuine smile radiating off me.

Blowing the whistle, he picked up Leighton a replaced him on the bed. "The whistle isn't the only thing I can blow."

Oh.

Walking over, he placed a kiss on Quinn's forehead and another one on mine.

I know for a fact that I've been Tomato Luca at least five times in three hours.

"Hey, too early for that," Quinn gently pushed Beryl away, a cheeky grin covering his face. Grasping onto my hand, he pulled me away to the living room. "There are other occasions where it's not too early."

After everything this morning, all I've learnt about Paradise is that it's full of lusty, Tomato Luca loving people. After only spending 24 hours here, I'm weak in the knee's and I don't want to be. I want this but I am I ready for it, again? As Quinn said, Paradise is full of sinner's, not saint's.

But you used to like that, didn't you? Used too.

Quinn went off with Beryl to one of the large love seats, their pinky's both intertwined together. Leightons' had put his hand in mine, pulling me towards to Keegan and Cole.

Keegan had his normal fiery glare directed at no-one in particular. The bandages around his hands had been removed and now showed his bruised knuckles. His curly hair had little water droplets dripping onto his tight fit black tee. A very tight fit black tee that meant anyone could see the curves-

Bad Luca, very bad Luca.

The corner of Keegan's lips tilted upwards, obviously noticing that I was applauding his, er, body contorts. I am going to craw into a little ball and divulge on Mango Sorbet.

Keegan's large hand wrapped around my upper forearm and dragging me to the sofa furthest from everyone else. Something about his cockiness aura quick changing into something else. Forcefully shoving me down onto the sofa, he loomed over me, an emotionless glare cast over his face.

"I wonder what goes on in that pretty head of yours. But the thing is, that pretty head won't have a pretty body to go with if it keeps opening its mouth." With his shoulders raised and hands at each side of my head, Keegan simply smirked. Bastard.

"Are you trying to give me advise or are you trying to get me to shut up?" Crossing my arms, I attempted to get up but the bastard decided to push me down. Great, with lusty men come lovely idiots.

"There are so many ways I could shut that mouth up, hurting you isn't even at the top my list." Shrugging his shoulders, he simply looked down at me with fake pity.

Hate is a strong word but I already feel like using it.

"And why would you want to shut this mouth up? Do you know something I don't?" Innocent card, unless he's talking about what I think he's talking about, I'll make sure to get under his skin.

"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm on about." He leaned in closer, his breath on my lips.

"Me, dumb? You're really hurting my feelings, Tweedledum." With my hand on my chest and a fake look on my face, Keegan had started to get annoyed.

Good for him.

"Tweedledum? That's a new one. But you shouldn't be calling me dumb when you're under me." His teasing tone was still there however, it was laced in something more dangerous.

I pressed my palm to his left cheek while running my thumb over his bottom lip, his dark eyes swirling. "Me, under you? I'm just letting you think you've got the upper hand, but when the times right. You'll be underneath,"

"Me."