Bas, Copter and Tee are three University students who shared a house.
One day they decided to hit the gym.
At the gym they meet three hot guys.
Warning: This book is an Alternate Universe bl fanfiction. This contains mature adult language and conten...
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"He's sleeping peacefully, thank God." Copter came into his room rubbing his wet hair with a towel.
"He'll be alright." Kimmon sat on the bed and pulled his socks off his feet, getting ready for bed.
"I hope so," Copter sighed dropping the wet towel on his dirty cloth hamper. He looks so adorable in striped pajamas. Kimmon hasn't been with anybody who still wore PJs to sleep. He watched Copter apply night lotions on his hands, standing in front of his dressing table.
"When P'Tae comes home, those two will be back to normal and we'll have to endure their all night fucking sessions. So stopped worrying." Kimmon snorted, unbuttoning his shirt.
"So crude P'Kim," Copter grumbled but only half heartedly. He checked the door to make sure that it's locked before crawling between covers.
"Me and my bluntness," Kimmon dropped his shirt on the floor and tugged opened his black pants. "It's a package deal babe," He grunted pulling his pants off and dropping them on the floor as well.
"Don't I know that already," Copter mumbled, watching Kimmon settle next to him just in his boxers, on the moderately sized bed. "Why did you drop your clothes on the floor? They'll be wrinkled tomorrow, don't they?"
"It doesn't matter," Kimmon wrapped the young man's body in his arms and pulled closer. "Now com'ere.." He purred hiding his face in the back of Copter's neck. "You smell so divine," He inhaled deeply. The scent of Copter's shower gel. "Do I smell vanilla?"
"Mmm..." Copter agreed, crawling back into the warmth of the strong body hugging him from behind. "You know your stuff P'Kim," Copter mumbled with a satisfied sigh when Kimmon ran his nose along the curve of the neck. He felt Kimmon's hand crawl under his cotton PJ top and settle over his bare chest comfortably. Copter felt treasured and taken care of when Kimmon held him like that.
"I'm a barista, a good chef," Kimmon mumbled, lips touching the curve of Copter's tiny earlobe. "I have a good nose." Copter giggled, turning around in Kimmon's arms to face the older man. Kimmon's hands slid from Copter's chest and settled over the back.
"Yes you do P," Copter stared at the Grecian nose of the handsome man in the dim light of the bedside lamp. "You have a nice nose." Copter ran his finger down the said nose.
"You know what I meant," Kimmon smiled crookedly. "But I'll take that compliment too since it's from you."
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