The Lord of the Library

Chapter Forty-Nine

PJ carried his stuff to his truck. Palette and Gradient insisted on helping him, but he was too excited to be reunited with Fresh. He shoved his bags into the trunk as his brother's followed behind.

"Man, you are excited to get away from school, huh?" Palette chuckled as Gradient finally got the big bag he was carrying, panting.

"Of course! I can't wait to get home!" PJ smiled dreamily at the thought of Fresh welcoming him home. He didn't expect a party or anything, but he wanted something bigger than if it was just a school you go to for only eight hours and then going home.

"Heh. Let's get you home." Palette gave him a slight nudge. He got in the other truck, which was how he and Gradient got there.

PJ started up his truck, trying to calm his excited hands, shaking on his driving wheel. The freckles bounced and danced together on his fists and the front of his hands. He didn't know if his body would reject all orders his brain would give and hug and kiss and possibly get Fresh into the mood so they can get somewhere private and have some fun. That was a bit extreme, but he wouldn't mind to have fun again.

Of course, he tried to not speed as his body shook in excitement.

PJ was so happy when he was there.  He got out of his truck excitedly, basically glowing. He got all of his stuff, nearly tripping with all of his stuff as he ran into the house.

"Jam!" Anita would hug him, but he had his hands full.

PJ peeked out from his stuff, smiling brightly. The only visitor was Anita, his partner in crime. He tried not to show his disappointment when he saw Fresh was no where to be seen.

"Welcome back!" She took a few bags and boxes from the top, smiling.

"Thanks, Ani." PJ smiled right back at her and walked back to his room.

PJ set his stuff down, huffing. He stared at his bed. He carefully took down his pictures and put them on his real bedroom. And as the four years went by, the drawing tree drew and grew. Still, right in the middle was the cute little pink boy with his cute little pink hair and his cute little pink kitten next to his cute little pink shoes. The pink boy made PJ happier. It was one of the only drawings Fresh would pay attention to.

"Hey, it was nice seeing you again, but I think I'll like to be alone." Paperjam turned to his partner in crime with a sad smile on his lips.

"Are you sure? Your mom wanted Cres to—"

"I think I'd rather pack alone." PJ turned back to his stuff, grabbing the one with his clothes and started to unpack.

"Oh... alright..." Anita left her artist friend to unpack all by himself. He didn't start a drawing tree in college. It wasn't home.

Paperjam slowly filled his closet and drawer with his clothes, tired and only so happy to be home. He wanted to see Fresh.

Tears welled up in his eyes, missing his lover. His heart ached as he was all alone in his room. Fresh used to come over to help him unpack and right before he left, he even helped him pack.

But now, Fresh was nowhere in sight to help PJ unpack and reward him with a heated makeout session when they're done.

PJ didn't want to be away from his beloved any longer.

Finally, Fresh's jacket was right there. He stole it when he was still with Fresh and it still smelt like his lover. PJ slipped it on, sniffing his sleeves. He slid to his knees, lovingly smelling his jacket. He loved the smell so much, drooling slightly in lust. He missed Fresh's warmth and smell. He loved Fresh wth all of his heart, missing him so much.

"Where are you, my Master..?" PJ mumbled, tears wanting to escape his welled up eyes to slide down his freckled cheeks. They wanted to make PJ cry so if Fresh came in, he would know how miserable he was without him. So if Fresh came in, he would scoop him into his arms and kiss him and tell him that now he was right there to kiss and hold and pleasure PJ in any way he wants.

But that would be a too perfect world. If PJ cried, one of his brothers or his Mom would come in and think he didn't want to be here. Of course he wanted to be home, but he had to tell Fresh the truth. He didn't want to hide this forever and pretend that he was only in it to get wrecked.

PJ was done with unpacking enough. He sighed, knowing he had to finish later that week. He climbed on his made bed, sighing. He laid down, waiting. He didn't know what he was waiting for anymore, but he would know when he'd waited long enough.

After a while, Ink opened the door. PJ sat up, looking at the door. His shoulders dropped as it wasn't who he was expecting.

"Dinner," his mother said softly, smiling warmly at his young adult son.

"Okay..." PJ got up.

"Everything okay?" Ink's eye turned a dull purple with worry.

"Yeah... just tired..." PJ left his room to eat.

As his entire family ate dinner, PJ forced himself to chew and swallow the entire plate food. He hated eating, as he wanted to wait more. He felt sick as he ate, like he would puke it all up if he wasn't careful.

While PJ did want to eat quickly, but if he did, he would throw up. Of course, he didn't want that, so he let the time tick by, taunting him.

PJ was quickly finished with dinner, swallowing everything. He put his plate in the sink and headed for his room.

"Actually, before you lock yourself up for the rest of the night, I think that a certain captain of the basketball team is looking for you. He's waiting for you at The Bridge." Error gave him a knowing smirk.

PJ's eyes brightened at that and closed the door. He had to find something cute for Fresh. This was what he's been waiting for, he's sure of it.

The perfect pink dress basically threw itself at PJ. He grinned, taking off his open shoulder shirt to slip it on. He grabbed his pink fishnet gloves to add a bit of style. He got a white sweater to keep warm.

The mirror helped PJ apply his makeup. He was rushing, so he couldn't do it too perfectly, but he was still able to make sure he looked great. He had dark blue eye shadow and pink lipstick. He added a few sparkles and some glitter so he could keep Fresh's attention on him.

Paperjam sighed, hoping he looked okay. He looked amazing, yet he was so nervous on what Fresh would think. The butterflies turned to moths that ate the insides of his stomach as he thought about Frehs thinking he was disgusting. He's done so many things to make sure Fresh would think he's the only one he wants, so he hopes all his effort wasn't tuined by some girl who tempted his love.

The Bridge was a beautiful place with the last flowers flowing with the wind as the chilly air also tried to lift PJ's skirt. He didn't mind, as surely, Fresh would want to look at PJ's thighs. The clean wood made soft noises as PJ walked with his heeled boots. He stopped when he saw a very familiar tall young man.

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