Short Mini TwoSet Fluffs

Dance - Fun?

Running home I jump into the shower. "Sorry mom, I'll be back late!" I yell and rush out again.

Good thing Brett lives nearby. How dare he leaves me behind alone, caught between these perfume-smelling make-up-concreted-over beasts. And mom told me to be nice to girls. But what about these monsters? And when I looked up Brett has his sweet time relaxing on the side at the window. But why and when did he leave?

Maybe it wasn't that much fun, I guess.

Maybe we weren't together in this, I guess.

Knocking onto his front door, I don't get an answer. So I pull my keys out, fumble for his spare key and open the door slowly.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

But his shoes are here, so he must be home. I close the door and enter. I don't need to search for him, because in the living room I can see his feet dangling from the armrest of the couch.

"Hello?"

No movement.

Quietly tip-toeing I approach him and looking over the backrest, I can see him. Eyes are closed and his breath is even and slow. So he's asleep?

I walk around the couch and sit down onto the floor in front of him.

His cheeks are red and the eyelids puffy. Did he cry? Slowly inching forward I can see trails of tears on his face. Why? But he looks peaceful.

His long eyelashes flutter slightly and his lips are slightly apart. White teeth shine through them. I tear my eyes away and watch his breast moving up and down. This is like meditation. I feel myself relax and the moment my head meets Brett's chest, I'm out.

. . .

I like the feeling of Brett's fingers wandering over my head, playing with my hair. I can feel his eyes on me, loving and caring.

I don't want to open my eyes. I put a bit strength into my arm, which is thrown over Brett's torso. Just to pull him a bit tighter into my arm.

I know we can't stay like this forever but for now, we are here, hugging and cuddling. And it feels just right.

"Brett, don't you ever dare to leave me." I mumble into his chest. With a little sigh, his hands stops.

"Eddy, you were the one leaving me alone and having fun with the girls."

I snuggle even deeper into his shirt. "If you mean the monsters hidden beneath thick layers of makeup and fake smiles, then no I didn't have fun. They were scary af."

Brett's chest moves with a chuckle and his hand starts to play with my hair again. "And why didn't you come over to me?"

"Because I didn't want them to get near you. And one of them is the daughter of a friend of my mom so I couldn't just shake her off..."

Brett pushes me lightly off him and sits up. "You know what?"

"Brett, I'm sorry!" My excuse blurts out before Brett could even tell me to fuck off. But he takes my face into his hands and leans down.

"Don't be. You're socialising, that's good. As long as you're mine, I'm fine with it."

Did he just? No wait. "Uhm" I start. "When did I become yours?" I swallow and try to look cool but I can feel my cheeks redden and I can't stand to look into his deadpan face right in front of me.

"Oh, you don't want to?" Brett asks knowingly, licking his lips, just a few inches apart from mine.

"You're a cheeky violist." I whisper and close the gap.