The Lord of the Library

Chapter Forty-Seventy

PJ had finally finished texting Cupcake through his pregnancy scare. His friend had been crying out of happiness when the home pregnancy test turned out negative and PJ was so unhappy. Why was getting pregnant a bad thing? He didn't even know if he could even get pregnant. He wanted to tell Cupcake how lucky he was that even got a pregnancy scare. He didn't, of course.

He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Cupcake had said goodbye, leaving PJ with nothing to do.

Paperjam sat up, bored. He looked behind him. The collection of drawings all over his wall was still there. Surprisingly, all the pictures hadn't fallen when, well, the bed hits the wall the way Fresh likes to make it.

PJ sighed, rubbing the bed-shaped dent in the wall. Fresh did that. He didn't care how he gets his pleasure, he will get it before he thinks about PJ's begs to be gentler. He didn't care if PJ was crying or if he was bleeding or if he was begging to be done more gentle.

Still, the wall stuck strong. It was there for him. It proved he was still PJ. He was still Paperjam, not just Fresh's Slut.

In fact, he wanted to draw. If he wasn't himself, if he was just Fresh's Slut, then he would just be masturbating as he waited for him, not wanting to draw.

PJ jumped up, grabbing his sketchbook and pencils. He ran back over to his bed, laying on his stomach. He started to draw, smiling brightly. He would color on the light brown paper with his colored pencils once he's done with the sketch.

After a while, PJ's hand slowed from his adrenaline.

Paperjam was starting to color the hair and skin, smiling. The little character now on his paper was adorable. He would have shiny light pink hair, which PJ absolutely adored when it was put on a boy with light brown skin. He had a few cute freckles on his cheeks, but nowhere else. The little character was so cute in his cute little pink dress and his cute little pink kitten sitting by his cute little pink shoes. PJ loved how cute he was.

He didn't have the time to color in his iris as he felt two strong arms wrap around his thighs. PJ squeaked as a face nuzzled his ass.

"M-Master!" The young artist looked behind him, already knowing who was playing with his ass. 

"Keep drawing. Just give me five minutes," Fresh replied, waving for him to look away. He hugged his thighs, enjoying the softness.

"H-hey! Stop!" He gently hit his lover's head.

"Please? Just five minutes!" The jock pulled his glasses off. He did the saddest face he could, trying to convince the adorable male to allow him to do as he pleased.

"O-okay..." PJ tried to keep drawing with a bright pink blush. He feel a kiss on his ass, yelping. He tried to keep coloring in the green eyes as he felt Fresh laying on him, nuzzling and hugging his legs harder.

Fresh squeezed his legs, drooling slightly. This gave PJ discomfort, shivering slightly.

"M-Master..." PJ nearly ruined his paper, steadying his hand. He was happy this was finished, panting.

"Oh, have you finished your little drawing?~" Fresh looked up.

"Y-yes... c-can I-I put it u-up..?" PJ smiled as his legs were let go. He ripped out the paper, putting it in the middle of the still growing drawing tree.

"That's cute." Fresh looked at the drawing.

"Um, yeah, I have a lot of pinks. I decided to use them all." PJ started to clean up his pencils.

"That's nice and all." Fresh hugged PJ, resting his face on his shoulder.

Paperjam looked back at Fresh, smiling slightly. "You like cuddles, huh?"

"Anything that'll get my body on yours is okay with me," the other bluffed. He loved cuddling, and he just used excuses.

"Then hold me closer." Pushing his long hair behind his ear, PJ kept himself facing away from Fresh.

Following PJ's order, the jock tightened his arms around PJ. He smiled, pulling him down to cuddle him better.

PJ enjoyed this, cuddling with him. He wanted more cuddles. He loved being given just scraps of love. He wanted love.

PJ just wanted Fresh to love him.

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