The Lord of the Library

Chapter Fifteen

PJ woke up with a pain in his head and feeling sick. He couldn't remember anything from this terrible hangover, damn!

He got up and left his room, sluggishly dragging his feet to the kitchen area. He saw Fresh and felt his face burn. He remembered. He remembered it all.

"Morning." Fresh greeted. He didn't even look at PJ.

"Where were you all night?" Palette questioned, raising an eyebrow at his brother. He knew something was up.

"A bar..." PJ told his brother, climbing onto a chair at the counter. "Can you make me some coffee?"

"You were at a bar?!" Palette yelled.

"Please lower your voice." Vux turned to Palette, speaking with a soft voice. PJ noticed Gradient wasn't there.

"Where's Gigi?" PJ asked groggily.

"He's still asleep. He stayed up pretty late, worried for you, and he would get up in the middle of the night often. He's finally sleeping soundly, and I would like him to stay sleeping until he's well-rested." Vux explained as he made a mug of sweet coffee. He gave PJ the cup, smiling at him.

"Oh..." PJ sipped the coffee, not minding how hot it was. 

"When did you get home?" Palette questioned, his voice much lowered.

"Not much before midnight." Fresh replied. Palette looked at him questionably, making Fresh have to explain. "I found him wondering the streets, completely wasted. I helped him home."

PJ looked away from Fresh, knowing what they did after. What he did. It felt good, but it was wrong.

Fresh knew, by this act, that PJ remembered what they had done. He stared at PJ, blushing lightly. He looked so pretty, his shirt was stretched, his sleeve showing his freckled shoulder and his shorts looked even smaller than he remembered. PJ seemed to become more beautiful everyday. And since PJ would moan so loudly for him, would grind on him so much, so seem so needy for him... would that mean PJ would ever want to do that more, without drinks? Fresh looked away from PJ, blushing a light blue.

"What's going on between you two?" Palette questioned, noticing their behavior.

"Nothing." They both said. Fresh picked at his croissant, rolling a piece of it into a small bread ball and PJ stirred his coffee with some magic, the coffee slowly swirling and raising up into a small tornado.

Palette watched these two, knowing something was going on between them.

"Guys, something happened between you two. You guys have been fighting for a while, but I can't understand why you guys can't even look at each other without blushing brightly and thinking about something! Tell me what is going on, now!" Palette exclaimed, getting pretty pissed, causing Fresh to look over to him and the coffee slashed as PJ's magic let go of it. Goth was quick to run over to Palette, hugging him from the side, cooing sweet things  to Palette to calm him down.

"What's going on? You've been upsetting Pally." Goth glared at them, but continued to coo and comfort Palette.

"Nothing." PJ said, drinking his coffee more because of his hangover.

"That is a lie!" Palette growled, taking a step forward. He glared at the two, questioning them through gritted teeth. "What. Did. You. Do. Last. Night?"

Their memories of what happened the night before hit both of them.

PJ remembered how hot Fresh looked, how his glasses read 'CUTE' and how purple flames came from out from them.