Paradise [poly BL] ✔︎

Fourteen) Let Me Hold And Hurt You 。

I had been up all night, only sleeping for about an hour. Charlie fell asleep, not long after our encounter, in Keegan and Cole's arms.

I don't know what time it is, apparently Paradise want to make sure we have no clue about the outside world. Which is pretty great, note the sarcasm.

Two hushed voices arose in the pile of bodies that laid scattered about. A blushing ginger head popping up, a hand pressed up against his lips.

Quinn and Beryl both put each other before themselves. They hardly ever have their own private times alone, even if their in a polygamy relationship. They cherish each other with invisible crowns fit for the lovers.

"With this hand, I take thee, to be my bookworm forever," Beryl quietly laughed out, crinkles at the corners of his eyes, "You may now kiss your hunk of a doctor."

Beryl attempted to kiss Quinn, only for him to put a hand to his puckered lips. "I haven't said my vows yet." Quinn smiled, stroking Beryl's morning stubble.

I don't know weather this is cheesy or cute. It's cheute. Nope, I'm pretty bad at merging things.

Beryl slipped a golden ring onto Quinn's ring finger, grins on both their faces. Pulling Beryl onto his lap, Quinn crashed his lips on top of Beryls.

Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, go back to sleep. Holy water, bleach, aw Jesus I'm sorry for watching others make out.

Covering my eyes with my hands, I fell back onto the makeshift bed, only to have something whine below me.

"Get off me, fatty. I want to sleep." Mason wafted me away, reshuffling himself so he was now laying on top of a drooling Keegan.

Remind me not to wake him up.

Beryl and Quinn had now got up, realising others were watching them, their miniature wedding cut short. Quinn had got three cups of hot chocolate ready, the delicious sugary smell floating around the room.

I rolled my eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corners of my lips, "Fatty? Please, I've had you on my lap, you weigh a ton." Getting up, I groggily walked over to Beryls open arms.

Masons' chest slowly rose up and down, his eye's lolling, "It's mass, punk ass." He grumbled, quickly falling a sleep again. His free flowing hair was sprawled all over a drooling Keegan. Both of them looking like a mess.

I looked upto Beryl, his fiery ginger hair sticking up everywhere. His chocolate eyes full of sweetness for his 'honey pot', which was some weird nickname for Quinn.

The two knew more of each other than they did of themselves, they might be two of the most recent to Paradise but they have one of the strongest bonds together. The way they interlock their pinkies when they think no-one is looking. Almost like a silent promise between the two.

"You okay, Lou?" Beryl mumbled, his hand pulling my face towards him. His chocolate eyes ran over my face, something swirling through his eyes.

"I'm fine," I hummed, pulling away from his warm embrace and pressing the warm hot chocolate closer to my chest. "You and Quinn, your both madly in love with each other yet you only show it when you guys are alone. Why?"

Beryl simply smiled while shacking his head, "We have a past. Why? Are you jealous, Lou bug?"

Shifting from foot to foot, I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I can't be jealous, I've only known them for a few days.

Yet you already love them all, jealous is normal, Lou bug.

"I-I'm not jealous, dummy," Pouting I walked over to Quinn, burring my head into his warm chest. "He's being mean to me, Q, protect me."

Beryl lifted his arms above his head, pulling a monster like face at me. "Protect you, Lou bug? No-one can protect you from the tickle monsters!" Quinn's hands wrapped around my waist, lifted me up, running away from the lurching tickle monster.

Beryl ran in front of us, kicking the door to Quinn's room open, he took me from Quinn's warm arms and threw me onto the bed. "Beware of the tickle monster, Lou bug!" Beryl lifted up my shirt, blowing raspberries on my stomach while Quinn shook his head, laughter radiating off him.

"Hey...stop...it,... dummy." Beryl pulled away, a big smirk tugging at his lips. He looked at Quinn, both of them exchanging a look.

Beryl turned to look at me, his brown eyes shining with golden streaks. "Get jealous again and the tickle monster will tickle you to unjealously." He wiggled his eyebrows, all three of us laughing in unison.

"Your so crazy. And I wasn't jealous," Beryl gave me knowing look, "Okay, maybe a teeny tiny bit...but that's it I swear!"

Quinn sat down on the bed, his hands running through my hair. "You have nothing to be jealous about, we all love each other equally and you will know that."

"Quinn and I had a past before Paradise, I guess it just means we have a few habits that we don't show that much." Beryl shrugged, his left pinky inter locking with my right.

"What type of past?" I questioned, locking my pinky finger with Quinn's.

"A past which led us to Paradise, and to each other."