The Lord of the Library

Chapter Thirteen

*Thanks for the chocolate, Gaby. It helped me get through this chapter along with my pain.*

"Hey, how does ice cream for breakfast sound?" PJ asked, leaning on the counter.

"Sounds good." Gradient replied. He didn't want to cook that morning.

Goth and Palette were on the couch, enjoying their 'morning hug', Goth's legs bend as he was sitting on Palette's lap. Their little 'hug' was overly heated, making them both pant softly, keeping their moans in.

"Hey, you two wanna eat some ice cream for breakfast?" PJ called out. Palette nodded to him, Goth being slightly dazed by pleasure.

PJ scooped some ice cream into a small bowl with chocolate syrup and sprinkles and gave the couple their ice cream with one small spoon. They just ate it together, basically feeding each other.

PJ scoffed at how gay they were being together. PJ was a little jealous. He didn't have anyone to be that sappy and gay and lovey-dovey.

It fucking sucked.

But at least he could tease Fresh sometimes. It was fun, so it kept him away from thinking about being alone. Maybe Fresh could be good for a quick hookup or two.

Vux came out soon after, Gradient getting him a cone. He and Vux ate their pre-packaged cones together, chatting. They talked about their dreams the night before, obviously using everything else to talk about the evening before.

PJ rolled his eyes. Could even Gradient the antisocial get love before him?

"Damn. Everyone is just having dates here." PJ mumbled to himself, getting himself a popsicle and sitting on the counter.

Fresh came out of his room, rubbing his eyes. He blushed a bright blue when he saw PJ, sitting on the counter. He was wearing white stockings and a large, blue sweater, it hanging a lot off of his shoulder, showing his black tank top underneath. He had only worn some underwear under it, besides the undershirt. PJ crossed his legs, looking up at Fresh with alluring eyes. 

"Ice cream's for breakfast, grab something from the freezer and eat it. Or don't, I don't fucking care." PJ said, a string of saliva connecting from his lip to the blue raspberry flavored popsicle. 

"Alright..." Fresh muttered, getting an ice cream sandwich.

"Sit." PJ sucked on the tip of the popsicle, a cute blush dusting his cheeks as he pat next to him, on the counter. Fresh nodded, sitting next to PJ. 'I can't let myself be so submissive to this fucking nerd!' Fresh thought to himself.

PJ scooted closer to Fresh, and Fresh moved closer in response. 

PJ put his hand on Fresh's knee, so Fresh put his hand on PJ's thigh in response.

PJ shoved the popsicle in his mouth, showing no gag. Fresh didn't know how to react other than stare with a bright blue face.

PJ pulled his popsicle out of his mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting PJ's pink lip to the saliva covered sweet.

He stuck out his three tongues, they wrapping around the popsicle, removing the stick from it. He spat the stick to the ground, chewing up the cold sweet.

"Can you do that?" PJ challenged. Fresh stuck out the middle tongue, wrapping his ice cream sandwich in it. With his other tongues, he stuck them into the ice cream and wrapping around his own sweet. 

Paperjam watched as Fresh's tongues retreated into his mouth, bringing the ice cream sandwich in as well, like some wolves with their prey.

"I can do that~" Fresh smirked, licking his lips with one of his tongues, the yellow one.