THE WITCH AND HIS FAMILIAR [TINCAN AU]

CHAPTER 5

( Author's Note : Hi Chinggu's! Sorry if i took me so long to update T_T hopefully you are all still with me nah )

The funny thing about waking up in the morning is that, for a few blissful seconds, people tend to forget. Forget the night before, forget the day upcoming. Forget all their troubles and worries and the entire world around them, if only for a few seconds.

When Plan awoke in the morning, he forgot his scare the night before. The sun was already up and illuminating Plan's bedroom with its warm summer rays.

He'd also forgotten that Mean was laying next to him until he realized there were was an arm wrapped around his waist.

Plan smiled and turned over in Mean's hold, careful not to wake him. He hadn't woken up in someone's arms in a very long time—the last time was probably Mark after he'd accidentally crawled into Plan's bed one night instead of his own. But it felt so nice to be held by Mean.

He was still asleep, breathing steadily. His resting bitch face softened while he slept, and Plan thought he looked younger like this, with his eyebrows unfurrowed and mouth relaxed, lips slightly parted. He looked handsome with his black hair slightly messy, face a little puffy from sleep.

Plan had always known Mean was attractive, objectively. All of Di: VERSE was above average in the looks department. At first, however, Mean's attitude had turned Plan off completely, and it had been difficult to see past the sass to appreciate his beauty.

But now, and especially after last night, Plan looked at Mean in a new light. He was getting to know Mean as a person, and underneath the hard exterior was an amazing man, who was all at once caring, considerate, intelligent, and funny.

Plan's eyes lingered on Mean's lips. He hadn't forgotten the way Mean had kissed his neck last night. He was surprised Mean hadn't noticed the shiver that ran down his spine at the feeling, or if he did he hadn't brought attention to it.

Thinking of that now - Mean's lips on his neck - made Plan's gut swirl with desire. The familiar sensation of blood rushing into his groin usually met with excitement, was this time met with dread.

If Mean could sense his desires, would he be able to sense this?

That wasn't a risk Plan was willing to take. He needed to go take care of his little "problem" now before Mean woke up. Oh god, how embarrassing would it be for him to wake up and feel obligated to help Plan... jerk off? No, oh no, that couldn't happen.

Quiet as a mouse, Plan slipped out of Mean's hold and tiptoed across the room, sneaking out without making a sound. He darted to the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower.

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"Plan! Let me in, for fuck's sake!"

Mean pounded his fist on the bathroom door. Mark and Gun were spying on him from around the corner to the living room.

"What do you think he's doing?" whispered Gun, hiding behind Mark's back.

"I dunno... why would he want to get into the bathroom? The shower's running."

"It's strange," Gun commented quietly. "Maybe Plan ran out of shampoo."

Mark snorted. "No, I just restocked the toiletries. He has been in there for a while though..."

Gun made a funny little sound. "Maybe he's having some... you know... alone time?"

"Choking the chicken?"

"Jackin' the beanstalk?"

"Playing a little 5-on-1?"

"Beating the one-eyed snake?"