Heatwave [PickxRome | OffGun]

06

so, i lied. there's actually no porn in this chapter - shocker, i know! instead there's an abundance of fluff and feels and the porn has been relegated to the next chapter, where something will actually happen - these boys are having a hell of a long weekend 🤣🤣.

i hope the following self-indulgence will also bring you some enjoyment 😅

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The first time Pick wakes it's still mostly dark out.

He's lying on the edge of the bed facing the still slightly open window. Moulded to his back, Rome is breathing evenly.

Pick would love to simply go back to sleep, but his bladder is demanding his attention so there's nothing for it.

Gently dislodging Rome's arm from around his waist, Pick carefully slides out of bed.

The air in the room is nice and fresh, but not without bite. Pick shivers as an errant breeze hits his sleep-warm body. He quietly hurries to close the window, then picks a path through discarded towels, clothes and some remaining stray pillows.

He'll deal with that later - not like he's going to wait for Auntie to deal with his come-stained sheets and clothes. The thought alone is mortifying.

It'll be harder once she gets back. Even though she sports all the excellent qualities that posh people so desire in their staff - mainly the ability to act dumb and keep their mouths shut - she's more than just a maid to Pick. Auntie has been with their family since before Pick's mum had passed away and then through all the drama that followed that.

She's the closest thing to a mother Pick has and even outside of all that, Pick has never been a proud member of the upper class. Very much the opposite, in fact.

He knows very well what even his own extended family thinks of him. If it had been up to them, he'd probably have ended up on some closed ward or something after Mum's death. It's only thanks to his dad and two of Pick's older cousins that he was spared being locked up or shipped off somewhere.

And now, of course, there's the added bonus of Pick being with another guy. He can already see the horrified looks, hear the hushed, scandalised gossip. Such a perfect opportunity to link his somewhat bumpy mental health to liking dick.

Scowling, Pick finishes off in the bathroom, drying his hands. He remembers to test the light switch and see if the power is back. It is.

Which means that his next step is going downstairs to check and re-set their alarm system.

Running a quick diagnostic, he makes sure that everything's running as it should. He quickly glances at the camera feed - one showing their main gate, one for each entrance, and three more for the immediate surroundings.

Satisfied, he makes a detour to the kitchen, getting each of them a bottle of water, then returns to his bedroom.

He stops at his desk. Fumbling in the semi-dark for his charger, he plugs his phone in, before finally sliding back between warm sheets.

Rome immediately rolls over, throwing an arm and leg over him and nuzzling into his chest. Pick wraps his arms around him, pulling him closer.

"You're cold," Rome mumbles sleepily. "Where'd you go?"

"Bathroom, then downstairs to re-set the alarms."

"Everything okay?" Rome sounds barely awake.

Pick strokes his back, already addicted to the feel of Rome's naked skin.