Praise Me [BL]

Chapter 15

QOTD: what features do you find most attractive or ideal? when guys have long hair, i'm done for 😔 but when girls have short hair, ugh so sexc

I felt like I was melting. "Caesar." With a low groan, I pushed at his chest, feeling exasperated when he didn't even budge. "Move, you're hot." He moaned incoherently, still sleeping and tightly wrapped around my body. I sighed and stared at the ceiling, sweaty and desperate for water.

I tried tugging at his hair, but it only made him wrap his arms around me tighter. He finally woke up when I hit him upside the head. "-the fuck?" He sat up sleepily, eyes still droopy and unblinking. "Why'd you hit me?"

I kicked the blanket off me and grabbed my phone from under my pillow. "Because you were hot."

His head tilted, looking like he'd drop dead at any second, and stared at me with a frown tugging at his lips. He resembled a kicked puppy, so I leaned over and cupped his cheek to peck his lips, close mouthed and short since we just woke up.

"Caesar." He seemed to have other ideas as he manhandled me back down on the mattress. I lost my breath when he dropped his entire weight on me and laid his head on my chest, eyes pitiful as they peered up at me. "Jesus, you're heavy."

He let out a soft noise and wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing tightly and hugging me to him. "Five minutes."

I poked his cheek repeatedly. "No, get up."

"Morgan." He whined. "There's not even any light outside."

"Well, no shit, it's 4am."

"4 am?! You're trying to kill me."

I forced his head up and squished his cheeks together. He blinked slowly, almost threatening to fall sleep in my hands. "You didn't even pack yet and we have to be at school at 5."

I could see his brain trying to comprehend something, anything at this point. Finally, he huffed and rolled off me. "Whatever."

"You're such a baby." I slid off the bed and tossed his empty duffle bag at him. He let it smack him in the face, and I'm sure his muffled mumbling was cursing me. "I'm gonna shower. Don't go back to sleep while I do."

Caesar slid the duffle bag off his face and stared at me dully, eyes emotionless as he watched me take my tank top off. "Okay?" I pressed when he showed no signs of hearing me.

He rubbed a hand down his face and sat up. "Yeah."

"Good boy~"