The Lord of the Library

Chapter Forty-Eight

Paperjam found himself all grown up. He was twenty and in art college. Despite how well he was doing now, he couldn't help but miss Fresh. They'd spent the entirety of high school having sex, and they would even have amazing hookups over summer.

PJ wished he told Fresh he loved him when they'd have sex the last time. They spent so long together and then they just cuddled. It was the perfect moment for PJ to confess and tell his jock sex-master how he wanted more than just sex and sex and sex! He was almost tired of it by senior year, but he loved the cuddles afterwards. The little love he got was good enough.

Still, PJ was counting down the days until he went home for Winter Break. He couldn't wait to be with Fresh again.

A soft sigh left his lips as he stared at a picture on his desk. He missed high school already. He missed everything.

The picture of them together was of such a happy memory. Fresh, Vux, Palette, Goth, Gradient, and PJ were all shoved together, smiling in their nice clothing, in the city as the moon was seen behind them. Their smiles were all so genuine, even Fresh's as he rested his hands on PJ's hips.

"I'll be with you, my dear..." PJ whispered, trying not to cry.

In college, he didn't have his brothers or anyone. He just had his crude roommate who constantly called him a whore who would be replaced. PJ didn't want to think about that. Surely, his Master would still want to keep having sex with him, right? He had been going through a few diets to make sure he looked as beautiful and feminine as Fresh would want and need to have pleasurable intercourse.

His ass got lots of future porn-artists asking him for nudes and some people who have even tried groping him. Of course, PJ was lying and telling them he had a man back at home.

Sometimes, Paperjam wondered. What was Fresh doing? Did he miss him? He hoped that Fresh was thinking of him.

Of course, it made PJ happy to think that Fresh was rejecting girls who begged for sex because he only liked doing PJ. He really hoped that he could enjoy another passionate session when he and Fresh saw each other again.

PJ sighed, laying on his bed. He stared at the picture and wondered what the Hell Fresh was doing.

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Fresh sighed, plopping onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling, taking off his glasses to see normally. He brushed his pink hair back with his fingers, sighing.

"I never knew I would feel this way..." Fresh mumbled. He closed his eyes before yelping, basically leaping forward.

He groaned, falling back on his back. He wanted to have PJ's small yet muscular arms to wrap around him as they used to. He wanted to have him sit on his lap, to be able to grope him. He wanted to have those rough sessions of intercourse and then cuddle PJ's beautiful body to sleep. He wanted to kiss all over his freckled skin. He wanted to play with PJ's piercings again. He wanted to tell him how much he loved him as he held him in his arms.

Fresh wished that he did as PJ wanted.

Fresh wished that he cuddled PJ while watching a movie before fucking him and then continuing the movie as they just cuddled. He wished he could've done what he should've as a good lover.

Fresh wished he told PJ how he truly felt.

Fresh couldn't wait for his beloved PJ to come home and to see him again. He knew the smaller would love to have sex again. He wanted to play with his piercings and pull his hair and bite his skin and kiss him sweetly and hold him close. He wanted to coo things to PJ and tell him so many sweet things and complement him for being such a cute and beautiful and kind and sassy and badass. He wanted, so badly, to hold him in his arms and show him all the love in his heart.

Fresh missed PJ. So much.

He missed his freckles and his soft skin and his beautiful tattoos and his submissiveness and his body and how he did his makeup and how he dressed and how he sat on his lap and shiver when he's cold and how he'd wait for Fresh to come home in the bare minimum of clothes.

"I wonder how you're doing..." Fresh mumbled, staring at the framed drawing PJ gave him when they were fourteen.

It was of PJ, wearing his favorite bathrobe, doing a pretty pose.

Writing was on the card in red cursive.

Happy Valentines Day~ From your favorite Slut~

Right under the drawing, there was small writing, hidden in the shadow.

Meet me in the bedroom for your prize~

Fresh smiled, as he loved the drawing. He remembered how excited he was when he saw PJ waiting for him lustfully. It was so damn sexy, he completely destroyed that small male. It was an amazing and beautiful memory.

The smile faded as his roommate here came into the dorm. He remembered how PJ left for a better college. Of course, PJ was smart and got to go to a nice college for talented nerds like him. Freshn the other hand, got his college paid for by his mother's life insurance and by his nice uncle who raised him.

PJ got a scholarship.

Sure, Fresh did as well, but it was only so much.

He missed his nerdy slut so much. His heart sped up when he thought about PJ coming home and him being able to have him in his arms again. To fuck, hold, cuddle, kiss, smile, and nuzzle him again.

Fresh was so tired. He closed his eyes to rest until he had to go. He just wanted to sleep and dream. Sleeping was the fastest way to pass the time until he could see his PJ again.

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