The Lord of the Library

Chapter Fourteen

"Hey, we wanted to know what you wanted for din-" Gradient began.

"I'll be working. I'll get something to eat once I get back." Fresh interrupted.

Fresh was about to leave for work again until-

"Where are you going?" PJ questioned, turning to look at Fresh.

"Work." Fresh tried leaving again, but PJ grabbed his wrist.

"Not in that, you're not! What's your job? Robbing the bank?" PJ questioned.

Fresh roughly grabbed PJ's wrists back, bending his hands back a bit. "Just leave me alone! Stay here, go get your gay coffee, do what you want. But don't question me. And don't. Fucking. Follow. Me." With that, Fresh teleported.

PJ was blushing, rubbing his slightly sore wrists. Fresh's dominance was oddly arousing.

"What happened?" Gradient wondered, walking over. PJ looked over, still blushing.

"J-just Fresh being an a-ass, l-like always!" PJ looked away, blushing brightly and scowling.

"Are you sure? Your face is a bright pi-" Vux tried starting.

"It's nothing!" PJ snapped at Vux before storming off to his room, slamming his door.

He leaned on the door, blushing and huffing. Who gave that stupid Fresh permission to be so sexy?! Who gave him permission to be so dominant?!

"D-damn it!" PJ mumbled, hugging his arms. His heart pounded, making Paperjam have to pant and rub his arms, trying to calm himself. He moved down to his thighs, shaking in adrenaline. He thought of Fresh, and he absolutely despised that! He had so much power over him.

"PJ? Hey, we wanted to know what you wanted to eat for dinner later, we're gonna eat out." Gradient knocked on PJ's door.

"T-there's a new r-restaurant... its called Trouble Tracks, a-and it l-looks r-really cool a-and c-cute... I'd l-like to go there..." PJ stammered out. It was odd for Gradient to hear his usually super confident and out there brother stuttering like he would.

"Hey, you okay? Can I come in?" Gradient asked, worried.

"I-I-I'm fine! J-just... let me h-have s-some alone t-time..." PJ replied.

"Okay. I'll talk to you later, okay?" Gradient knew PJ didn't want to talk, so he wouldn't talk.

"Bye!" PJ exclaimed. Gradient left, so PJ slid down onto the floor. The simple thought of Trouble Tracks made him think of Fresh. His heart played his ribs like drums.

Paperjam rubbed his thighs, panting harder and harder as adrenaline ran through his veins. PJ felt he could run around the world as his heart was obviously beating like it.

His hands went up his thighs seductively, shivering as he felt his heart finally calm down. He got to his feet, dumping onto his bed, tired from his finally calmed heartbeats.

Hours later, Gradient opened PJ's door.

"PJ, we're going to that restaurant." Gradient said. PJ reluctantly got up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He started to think slightly. Could that place be called a restaurant? Technically, it's fast food, right? He sighed. He was overthinking. He always overthink everything when he's tired.

PJ pulled his blue hoodie over his tee shirt, getting his wallet. He left with Gradient and the others, bored. The group chatted as they walked.

They entered the restaurant. The colorfully vintage design was charming, having that lively feeling despite being so old.