While having just been released from prison, due to a night full of misfortunate mistakes, Red McCoy witnesses an old friend of his, son being kicked out of his apartment in the middle of the night.
Beverly Reid had been living on his own since he...
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Red is starting to fall in love with this feeling. The feeling of waking up with Beverly in his arms. His light brown curls, that Red loved so much, sprawled on their shared pillow. Although, they merely spent the night talking, Red's heart had never felt so full.
But the time on his cellphone, has him hopping out of the bed, telling Beverly that he needed a quick shower before the two left.
After Red's shower, Beverly followed suit, and as he left the tiny bathroom with wet hair, one of Red's old t-shirts, and a pair of jeans—the older man couldn't help but stare.
"You're staring." Beverly acknowledged.
"That's not my fault, you're like, beautiful or whatever." Beverly let out a loud laugh at Red's attempt to be cute and somewhat funny.
"Oh my goodness, stop." Beverly chuckles.
Red reaches out, hooking an arm around Beverly's waist, hurling the younger boy over his shoulder.
Beverly panic's when Red starts to tickle his stomach, his heart beating faster at the sensation. And before he knows it, he's laughing beyond stopping. But still, Red doesn't stop, no matter how loudly Beverly pleas.
"Please . . . I can't, oh my gosh, stop!" If the circumstances were any different, Red would've stopped immediately, but with Beverly laughing uncomfortably over his shoulder, although upside down, he can't help but laugh along.
But only seconds later, a phone is ringing, and once Red looks over and reads the caller ID, he hurries to answer it, Beverly still held against his shoulder.
"Hey, Mon, what's up?" He asks, through the aftermath of Beverly's laughter.
"Where are you? It's almost noon—and, who is that? Are you bringing a girl home—"
"No, no, Mon. I'm not bringing a girl home. But I will be there soon, okay? Alright, I love you, bye."
Beverly couldn't help but listen into Red's conversation, his lips curling at the sound of Red promising love to the other voice over the line. A sister, he thought, or a mother, maybe.
Red tossed Beverly onto their shared bed for the night, watching as Beverly began to tug down his t-shirt that had ridden up his torso.
"So, when are we heading out for this big birthday party of yours?" Beverly asked, his lips curling into a smile at how excited Red seemed.
"Uh," Red looked down at his cellphone, his cheeks heating. "About now, hand me your bag."
Beverly wasn't sure where the tradition of Red carrying his bag for him, came from. It wasn't that he was complaining, it was the fact that he didn't understand why Red obviously thought he was in need of help.
He tapped Red's shoulder, grinning. "No, give me your bags."
"Bev, they're really heavy—"
"It's nothing I can't handle, Matthew. Come on."
Red sighed, chuckling beneath his breath, trying his best to hide his disbelief from Beverly. "Okay, here."
Once the three bags were tossed into Beverly's arms, he stumbled, almost tumbling to the ground at the weight. But, still, he tried to seem careless, as though the weight wasn't much at all.
But Red caught on, his hand reaching up to contain inevitable laughter.
"Okay, okay, Bev, I get it."
Red grabbed onto the bags, hurling them over his shoulder once more, lips landing on Beverly's momentarily.
But momentarily lead to seconds, seconds with Red getting more and more lost into Beverly's lips, persona, and overall ability to make a man feel like—a man.
A few more seconds pass, with Red almost letting the bags slip through his fingertips when Beverly bites down on his bottom lip. But he pulls away, before he fully attacks Beverly in all of his glory.
"Alright, let's get going. Wouldn't want to miss one of my brothers getting hammered in the middle of a family event."
