Praise Me [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 27

Waking up the next morning, I let out a soft, annoyed noise when I felt my thighs sticky with slick. My ears twitched in annoyance as I blinked into the dark room. I'm tired.

Not wanting to get slick onto the bed, I quietly crawled to the edge of the bed and slid off, being careful not to wake up Morgan or Caesar. I wasn't sure how early it was but very faint light was seeping through the curtains. I want to sleep.

I peered at them longingly as they slept so soundly. That should be me.

Morgan was hugging a pillow tightly with his face stuffed into it. I never understood how he could breathe when he did that but he always looked so comfortable. Meanwhile, Caesar was snoring softly with the blanket kicked off him.

Stepping into the bathroom, I clicked the door shut and peeled my shorts down. Ah, I should've grabbed a new pair. But then my head tilted, they'd only get slick on them too.

My body didn't feel that hot and my mind didn't feel that fuzzy so I'm assuming I was still in pre-heat.

"Why'd you wait till the day of your heat to tell us?" Caesar frowned while running his fingers through my hair.

My head was in his lap while he leaned against the headboard. "Because it's not a big deal." My eyes slipped closed. "And I'm just in pre-heat right now."

"Still," he tapped my head, "you need to tell us these sort of things." I made a soft noise, silently agreeing to do so in the future. "And how is it not a big deal?"

I held up two fingers. "Mine is only two days." I felt bad for hybrids' heats that lasted longer. Chet's usually lasted almost four days. "So it'll go by fast."

"How do you normally handle it?"

"Uh," I fidgeted, somewhat shy to say it aloud, "how else would I?"

"Like, did you normally use toys or just your hand?"

I turned my face into his stomach when I felt my face getting hot and mumbled, "It doesn't matter."

"Mm," He hummed softly and scratched behind my

ears, making them twitch, "You don't need to be shy."

"I'm not."

I definitely was. Even though I told Caesar my heat wasn't a big deal, I've never been with someone during it. I've always handled it myself so I wasn't sure how it was going to go with them helping me.

I almost wanted to tell them to ignore anything I said during my heat, that I was going to be delirious and not aware of what I'm saying.

After I became conscious of my actions, when I handled my heats myself, I just brushed off the weird thoughts I had and went about my day. But now, there was a strong possibility I'd say those things aloud and even try to act on them.

"Ah," I sighed as mild anxiety festered in my stomach, "whatever." After wiping down my thighs, I whimpered when the wet wipe brushed my hole. I already felt so sensitive.

Sinking down on the floor, my eyebrows scrunched as I wondered what to do. More slick was already leaking out of me, slowly coating my rim before smearing onto my thighs.

If I were back at home, I would've just gotten back in bed, not caring if it got on the sheets since I could just wash them. But now it's not just my bed and I think I would die of embarrassment if there was a wet spot on their blankets.

I'm tired.

I glanced at my shorts and tilted my head in thought. Maybe if I wear two pairs of shorts.

My ears twitched and I startled when there was a knock at the bathroom door. "Harrison?" Why is he knocking, they never knock. "Are you okay?" Morgan's voice filtered through the door, soft and gruff with sleep.

After standing up, I scrambled for my boxers and cringed at the wet feeling on my ass when I slid them on. "Um," I hurriedly threw the used wipes in the trash and cracked the door open, "sorry."

Morgan's eyes were hooded with sleep and his hair was a mess but concern still laced his features. "What's wrong? Did your heat start?"

I shook my head. "No, um, not yet. I just.." My hands clenched at the hem of my shirt, feeling flustered. "My slick was, uh, leaking? So, um, yeah.."

He listened to my stuttering patiently, still not looking completely awake, before letting out a soft, understanding noise. "Are you all done? It's still early, you should get some more sleep."

"But," my ears lowered unconsciously, "It might get on the bed."

"It's okay." He glanced down briefly while I held my shirt over my lap. "Do you need a change of clothes? I'll get you some, alright? It's okay." His voice was soothing, probably sensing how stressed I was getting over this.

I chewed at my lip and waited in the bathroom while he went through my dresser for a change of clothes. He came back only a minute later and held out a new pair of boxers and shorts. "Do you need anything else?"

I shook my head and took the clothes, still trying to hold my shirt down to hide my wet boxers. "Thank you."

"I'll wait here, okay? And then we can go back to sleep."

I nodded, even though it wasn't necessary for him to wait, and clicked the door shut. Though, it made my stomach feel lighter that he seemed so worried. He's probably never seen a hybrid in heat, I mentally thought. I guess I would be worried too.

When I was old enough to start getting my heats, I remember being scared at first. I didn't understand what was happening at first and thought something was wrong with me.

I remember crying to my mom and her calling Declan to help me. He was just as lost as me but still tried to calm me down while he looked up how to properly handle a heat. They never went into details about heats at school, they only told us that they existed and happened monthly for hybrids once they were old enough.

I'm sure he felt just as awkward and embarrassed while he explained to his 16 year old brother how to f**k himself to get rid of the burning feeling in my stomach.

Anytime I went though my heat, I avoided Declan for a few days, feeing too embarrassed that he knew I m*********d for two days straight. Thankfully, we never talked about it and he tried staying out of the house when it happened.

After changing into the new clothes, I stared at myself in the mirror and smacked my cheeks. Stop getting so anxious, you've done this so many times.

Morgan was leaning against the wall when I opened the door again. His eyes were shut and his arms were crossed. Was he sleeping?

I hesitantly poked his arm and he startled, eyes snapping open before he looked over at me. "Ah," He blinked and dropped his arms, "Sorry. You all done?"

"Yeah," I nodded and hesitated on my next words, "I'm okay, you don't need to worry. I've gone through a lot of heats."

He grabbed my hand and guided me over to the bed. "I know, but it's your first heat with someone else, right?" He pulled the covers back and had me get in first so I was in the middle. "I'm more worried about how to help you, I'm not really sure how heats work."

"Oh." I didn't realize he would be worried about helping me. I thought he was more worried about the symptoms I was feeling.

"Caesar and I looked it up a little, but it said it's different for each hybrid." He pulled the covers over us, making sure I was tucked in first. "So you might need to guide us a bit~"

My stomach started feeling warm again but I don't think it was from my heat.

"Morgan," we both startled at Caesar's gruff voice, "shut the f**k up."

Morgan took a deep breath in while staring at Caesar, looking as though he was contemplating whether to slap him or not. "You want me to shut the f**k up?"

"If you could."

"You f*****g-"

Ah, there they go again.

-

The next time I woke up, my body felt like it was overheating.

When my eyes opened, it was considerably brighter but the blinds were still shut. I glanced around me but Caesar and Morgan were nowhere to be seen.

My stomach feels so hot.

My thighs were wet again and coated in my slick. I let out a moan of despair after I got up and saw a wet spot on the sheets. Maybe they didn't see it yet- but I can't clean it without them knowing.

I winced when my stomach clenched, no longer caring about the sheets or my shorts covered in slick.

After somewhat cleaning up my ass and thighs, I stumbled out of the room and saw them in the kitchen.

"Baby." Caesar whined to Morgan. "I said I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was saying." Morgan ignored him and continued to eat his cereal. "Morgan, you called me a b***h too-"

"So it's my fault?"

Caesar's lips parted but nothing came out for a moment. "Huh? No- no, it's mine." He patted his chest. "It's my fault."

Morgan's lips twitched up as he eyed him. "I'm just f*****g with you, babe."

"You're not mad?"

Morgan reached out and squeezed his cheek. "I'm not mad."

"Why'd you ignore me for the past hour then?"

"Because I was mad, then it was funny seeing you apologize so much, and now I'm not mad." Morgan slid off the stool and washed his bowl in the sink. "Don't talk to me like that again, though."

"I won't, I won't."

"Good boy." Caesar's face scrunched, looking like he wanted to say something but held his tongue since he was already on thin ice.

I came up behind Caesar and wrapped my arms around his waist. I feel so hot. Pressing my face into his back, I took a deep breath in and whimpered. "Please f**k me."

They both startled. "Woah."

He smells so good. "Please."

He made a noise in the back of his throat and looked at Morgan, slightly alarmed. "I- I don't know what to do."

Morgan shook his head, looking just as alarmed. "He's asking you."

My hands fisted his shirt as the burning sensation in my stomach started to spread throughout my body. "Please."

"Okay, okay." Caesar turned around in my arms and tilted my head up. I'm sure my eyes were hazy as I stared up at him. He picked me up and I didn't hesitate to wrap myself around him tightly.

I pressed my nose into his neck and moaned at his scent. He's smells just like Morgan and me.

Caesar reached out and grabbed Morgan by his shirt when he went to turn around. He started dragging him with us as he walked back into their room. "Jesus, I'm coming. Let go."

"You looked like you were gonna run away."

"I was grabbing him water and a breakfast bar."

"Oh." Caesar laughed and let go. "My bad. Sorry for, like, choking you." Morgan gave him a dull look and mumbled something back but I wasn't paying attention.

It's so hot.

When Caesar tried setting me on the bed, I didn't let go of him. "Harrison-"

"Please f**k me." My voice was breathy and soft. My mind felt fuzzy and all the anxiety I felt earlier seemed to disappear. I couldn't think of anything else but having them inside me.

He grabbed my wrists and unwound my arms from around his neck. "I will so you have to let go."

Morgan stood next to the bed and let out a soft noise. "Are we allowed to think this is hot?"

"Can you help me?" Caesar looked at him incredulously.

"Oh, my bad." He shuffled closer.

I peered over at him. "Will you f**k me?"

"Fuck."