Brothers & Lovers

Picking Pieces

A/n – I'm sorry guys. Rather a short chap, more of a filler part. I'll try to update tomorrow with a more exciting part, especially GodtBas. I'm sure you all are eager to know what happens to them.

Thank you for being with me. Love you all. Take care.

Something's gotten hold of my heart

Keeping my soul and my senses apart

Something's gotten into my life

Cutting its way through my dreams like a knife

Turning me up and turning me down

Making me smile and making me frown

In a word that was small

I once lived in a time there was peace with no trouble at all

But then you came my way

And a feeling unknown shook my heart, made me want you to stay

All of my nights and all of my days. (Something's gotten hold of my heart by Gene Pitney)

Copter hummed and stared up at his ceiling, lying on his bed. He can't sleep because it's only half-past nine, just after dinner. Also, he's waiting for a certain someone's call.

He couldn't go with Tae and Tee to pick Kimmon up from the state prison. Too bad he had an important paper to present at the class. But he was hoping Kimmon would call him once he's settled home. He's eager to hear the older man's seductive drawl.

Copter laughed softly, rolling on the bed and picking his phone up.

Kimmon still wouldn't have time to charge his phone, Copter reassured himself. It's amazing how the older man occupied his thoughts twenty-four-seven, how Kimmon had become a major part of his life. When he thought Kimmon was in trouble and going to prison he fought relentlessly to prove his innocence and get him out. When Joss told him that Godt had regained consciousness and gave a statement releasing Kimmon from all charges, Copter couldn't believe the happiness he felt.

Now he can't wait to see Kimmon or at least hear his voice.

Speaking of the devil, Copter's phone started ringing.

"Hello!" Copter smiled rolling onto his back. "How does it feel like to be free, Mr. Kimmon." He asked playfully.

"Not, good."

The familiar drawl came through the phone.

"So you want to be a prisoner?" Copter bit his lips to hide his laughter.

"I just want to be your prisoner, babe."

"I thought you already are," Copter flirted back.