The Lord of the Library

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Fresh opened his eyes, remembering where he was. It was hard to at first because his Pet wasn't in his arms. He missed the warmth and the cute boy with a tiny, sexy body. His small waist was perfect to hug because of how much smaller it was from PJ's hips and thighs. He missed the little cutie.

He left the room and Muffet stared at him, looking him up and down multiple times. Her eyes were lustful and she smirked slightly, her eyes landing on Fresh's 'package' in his stereotypical white, red heart boxers. Of course, Fresh had no interest in his teachers, let alone this one.

"Something wrong?" Fresh tried not to growl, crossing his arms. Muffet hissed, annoyed that he didn't see her the way she saw him.

"Go put on clothes!" She yelled.

Fresh didn't care. He just went back to his room, putting on his uniform.

Once he was fully dressed, Fresh went yo the kitchen. He quickly gave PJ a little slap on the ass, making him squeak quietly, "Eep!" 

"What was that?" Muffet growled, walking over. Her hands were on her hips, raising an eyebrow. Fresh gave PJ a "Hush" motion.

"I bumped into the counter," the freckled boy lied. He didn't want to get in trouble again. 

The jock gave his booty a little pat as a reward. A tiny moan escaped PJ's lips, making him blush brightly. Luckily, the talking and conversations the rest of the dormmates stopped everyone from hearing the lewd noise that escaped him.

Fresh walked away to get his stuff and started to leave the dorm.

"Where are you going?" Muffet spoke with a flirty and spoft voice. Unlike when she spoke to literally everyone else.

"School. Gotta go early. Palette, hurry up!" The basketball boys have to go to school early to go to basketball stuff.

"Coming!" Palette groaned. He gave Goth a last smile before running after his friend, who was leaving. Usually, he would give Goth a kiss or a hug, but Muffet didn't allow them to show any PDA.

Fresh and Palette walked with their backpacks, going through the hallways.

"Don't you usually kiss your boyfriend goodbye?" Fresh snickered.

"Don't you usually grope my brother goodbye?" Palette snapped back.

Fresh held his hands up in defense. "Woah there, broski. What's with you?"

"I'm sorry..." Palette sighed, rubbing in between his eyes. "I haven't been able to cuddle Gothy while I sleep, but I haven't been able to comfort myself. I want his warmth and to cuddle him so much more..."

"Feel you on that," Fresh added, blushing lightly at the thought of PJ cuddling him.

"No, it's different! You just want to fuck my little brother, I actually love my Gothy!" Palette objected.

"It's not like that!" Fresh exclaimed, stopping. "I love cuddling him and holding him and all those cute noises he makes when he's happy and his clothes and his long hair and how sassy he is and ugh!" Fresh covered his face, calming down from just bursting oven his heart, even if it was for just a moment. He had to stop himself from going on and on and on and on about all the tiny things he loves doing with or the things about Paperjam.

"Wait, are you in love with P-"

"Yes!" Fresh exclaimed before realizing what he just said. "I-I mean, no! I didn't mean to-"

"You do! Holy shit!" Palette began running back to the dorm before Fresh grabbed him.

"D-don't tell him... or anyone... yet..." Fresh knew he shouldn't love another guy, no matter how cute he was.