Praise Me [BL]

Chapter 44

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so many ppl wanted to see a jealous scene so i had to bring it up again sorry 🧍🏽‍♀️

I felt myself still when Morgan slid into the backseat with me, casual expression on his face as Caesar started the car. Why is he sitting back here?

"What?" He asked after noticing my perplexed expression. "You don't want me back here?"

"No!" I quickly denied. "I mean- no, I do."

"That's good." He hummed and slung an arm around my shoulder to pull me closer. "Because I missed you." My shoulders hunched when he dipped his head down and whispered gently against my ears.

I mumbled it back, feeling flustered from how close he was. He didn't have his seatbelt on and Caesar didn't bother telling him to like he normally would.

"Hm, you missed me? Even when you were with Chet?" He mused, words still soft as he let his head dip down.

I nodded while my hands curled into fists against my lap. "I wasn't sure you would." He continued. "I thought you'd be too busy to even give Caesar and I a second thought. But you did, huh?"

With his arm still wrapped around my shoulder, his fingers skimmed over my chest lightly. "Ah," He let out a soft noise, "I sound jealous, don't I?" I wanted to tell him no, I wanted to tell him it was fine but- "But I can't help it, I am jealous."

Morgan let out out a small puff of amusement against my neck, though it lacked all its humor. "I'm really fuckin' jealous actually. I couldn't stop thinking about it, even when Caesar was fucking me."

His eyes were boring into the side of my head, watching me as he spoke softly. His words were spoken so soft and soothingly, a big contrast to what he was actually saying.

I went to turn my head to return his heavy staring but he gripped my chin and turned it forward again. "You don't have to respond right now. I'm just telling you what you missed while you were having fun."

My lips parted to tell him no, it wasn't fun but he let his hand fall to my chest again, right after gripping my jaw. "That makes me sound jealous again, huh?" He patted my chest dismissively. "I don't mean it, don't worry."

His eyes trailed down and ran over my body. "Your clothes are different."

"Ah, I changed be-"

"It's alright, you don't need to respond." I felt myself grow quiet. Stop talking, is what he meant but in a polite way. "They were probably a mess, it's good that you changed." He patted my chest again, in a praising manner.