Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I9I - Twice the Charm

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The extra squeak that appears in Brian's bed is quite satisfying, just enough that I'm bouncing up and down like a child, but very slightly due to the head pains, as Brian is searching through his wardrobe. His bedroom smells like flowers, and that maybe the whole girlfriend's side of this whole thing. The room is nice and clean, I may have to fix up mine soon... when I get back.

I have been eyeing the large hedgehog home sitting on the dresser for which I assume Pinny is somewhere inside. For now, I'm just trying to act calm before I start begging Brian to let me see my child.

"Are you hot or are you cold?" Brian says, raising his voice so he can hear me from the walk-in closet. I yawn and slowly relax back onto his bed and still with my legs hanging off, I lay on his bed and think for a moment.
"I know I'm hot, but I think I'm cold," I mumble to myself jokingly.

Brian peeks his head out of the closet, "What was that?"

I smile a little, thinking I am feeling a little chilly, maybe because I'm underneath his fast-moving ceiling fan, "I'm a little cold..."

Brian smirks as if he knows what I said the first time but disappears behind the door again. It's so late, and I really hope Cory isn't worrying too much. I never not follow his orders and what he tells me to do or his curfews. Surely if he went outside with his nonexistent friends more often, he'd know that it isn't fun to live by curfews.

After about another minute, Brian appears from behind the door again and suddenly tosses me some clothes and I catch them into my hands as fast as I can and already observe them as Brian walks out if the walk-in closet.

It's a gray sweatshirt, very thick material along with song long black silk pants that feel nice even just feeling it with my own hands.

Brian walks over and sits beside me with a smile. "Are those fine?"

I analyze them again, and soon turn to Brian and smile shortly before standing up. "We'll see if they actually fit." I back up further and further toward the bedroom's bathroom, smirking and giving Brian odd looks. He only scoffs and moves back on the bed to collapse down and lay his head on the pillow. "I may be big but I have emotions, okay?" He jokingly cried.

I chuckle at his little innuendo and slowly go into the restroom, wondering if he knew what exactly he just said. "Pretty modest, hm?"

Brian groans loudly after some moments realization came to him, and he covers his face in shame, "Just go change, Silver-boy!"

I close the door, the smile not disappearing from my face since I smell a nice rosy smell once again. And also again, most likely his girlfriend's going. I mean, I'm not saying Brian doesn't smell good when he does, it's just-

I shake my head and sigh, undoing my jeans and slowly pulling them off of my pale legs, being cautious of how hard my head pain would show up much harder one wrong move.

I watch myself carefully in the mirror as I slide off my shirt and toss that onto the floor as well. Instead of paying attention to my body as usual, instead, I'm just staring into my own eyes. I don't quite know why, and I don't think I've ever noticed myself... but I may be a little more attractive than I thought I was.
That must be why Brian can't resist me.
Kidding.

I laugh to myself and begin to pull up the silk pants onto my legs, and I notice they are a little big and baggy on me but I care even less of a shit than that one time Freddie was explaining the difference between two different cat breeds.

I grab the sweatshirt and hold it over my body for a moment, hesitating myself. I stop myself from pulling it over my head to only look again at how it would look. Brian's plain old gray sweatshirt, no wonder why that asshole can be boring.