Praise Me [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 24

Declan pulled Morgan back by his hood just as he was about to enter my room. "Get out." He spoke lowly, making Morgan go rigid and laugh nervously.

"Oh, Declan. What a coincidence."

"This is my house." Caesar came up behind Declan and threw an arm around his shoulder. "And I don't remember inviting you."

Morgan gave him puppy eyes. "You just wanted me to stay home alone when both my boyfriends are here?"

"Yes."

"You're heartless~ What happened to our friendship?"

"Out the window when you stuck your d**k in my little brother-"

"Declan." I blushed.

"Why are you only mad at me?" Morgan whined. "Caesar did it too."

Declan stuck his nose up. "Because we're watching the game together. I'll be mad at him after."

Pricilla, Declan's girlfriend, called him from the couch. "Stop being mean to Morgan and come sit down. It's gonna start soon." Hudson nodded beside her while chugging a beer.

Declan shrugged Caesar's arm off and grumbled to himself. "-try and make my little brother move out- kill him- up his ass-"

I'd been worried Declan would march over to Caesar's with another baseball bat after telling him I was gonna move in with them, especially after just finding out we were dating. He surprisingly took it fine, though I'm sure Pricilla played a big role in that.

He started giving Morgan and Caesar the cold shoulder after though, after finding out they asked me to move in.

He sat me down a few days ago and gave me a talk about how I was grown and can do what I want and that he'll support whatever makes me happy. The words seemed forced but I knew he was genuine when he squeezed the soul out of my body when he embraced me. He'd patted my head and listed off every possible way he could kill someone if I needed it, and it almost scared me about how genuine he seemed.

Declan put a pause on the aggressive glaring he gave whenever he saw them solely for the sake of the football game. Most games, if they weren't all busy, Caesar, Declan, and Hudson would come over and watch it together.

Morgan tagged along sometimes if he didn't have plans, which wasn't often, but he was never interested. The few times I would leave my room in the past, I would see him sitting towards the side looking bored as he sipped at a beer.

Caesar nudged Morgan after Declan stalked off grumpily. "Behave." And then he ruffled my hair before turning around.

"Yes sir." Morgan smacked his ass, only receiving a sigh from Caesar as if he was used to it.

After clicking the door shut to my room, I turned towards all the empty boxes and already felt tired. I didn't want to do this. "Is Declan alright with you leaving most of your stuff here?"

My head bobbed while I kneeled by the large pile of clothes that I've been putting off packing for the last three days. "Uh huh, he told me to leave most of my things since we're sharing a room. Plus, our parents pay for this place, not him."

Morgan hummed in understanding and crouched down beside me. "I've been friends with Declan for a few years but I've never seen your parents."

"They don't live here, my mom and dad moved separate places when Declan graduated high school. They bought this place for us and still pay for it though."

"That makes sense," He picked up a random frame of me and Declan from when we were in elementary together, "Declan has a lot of pictures of you everywhere but there's not many of him."

"He always took them so he was never able to be in them unless we planned it."

He stared at the picture for a moment before setting it down. The soft laugh he let out held little humor. "Parents are kinda s**t, huh? Why have kids if you're not gonna raise them properly?"

I glanced at him while folding another shirt. "Is it hard being adopted?"

He picked up a shirt and started copying my movements. "No, it's nice. My dads really wanted kids for a while so when they adopted my sister and I, they loved us a lot. They wanted more kids but adoption is pretty expensive and it's harder for them to get approval since they're gay."

"Oh," I frowned, "I've never thought about that."

"It's alright," he set the shirt in an open box, "my sister made sure to have the maintenance of three kids so they were always busy. They did foster care for a while too, but stopped when my sister moved out." He tilted his head in thought. "I never understood why they did it. They always got so sad when the kids left, especially if they were with us for a long time."

"Your dads sound nice." The few times I've heard Morgan talk about his parents, it was always with a strong amount of love and pride. I could never understand how my friends could talk about their parents like they were their best friends when I was younger.

At 20, I realized that should've been normal for me too. "What're they like?" Still, it was nice to hear about what parents should've been like. Especially when he spoke so fondly.

"They're huge pushovers." His lips twitched up. "There's not a single backbone in either one of their bodies."

"You pushed them around when you were younger?"

"Nah, not me." He waved off. "There were a lot of foster kids who were angry at my dads and the shitty situation they were in. This older guy, around my age at the time, would call them slurs a lot and cuss them out but they never said anything."

He passed me a neatly folded pair of jeans. "We got in a fight after he called them a 'pair of fags' one day and I remember my dad sitting me down and telling me to be more understanding of their situation. He said the kid felt angry and sad and didn't know what to do with those emotions except yell. He said if it made him feel better, then he'd let him yell until his voice gave out."

I gazed over at him. "Your dads just let him call them slurs? Didn't it bother them?"

"Not really, they thought the kids never meant it since they were in a shitty situation and didn't have anyone else to blame." He stood up and grabbed the packing tape after we filled up a box. "I, of course, beat their ass if I heard them say it again."

"You fought a bunch of little kids?"

"Of course. I wasn't that mean to do it right away, I gave them a warning first~"

"How generous of you."

"If they're old enough to use slurs then they're old enough to get scolded." He picked the box up after taping it up and looked around the room. "Where should I put this?"

"Um," I looked around and finally pointed to the bed, "there works."

He set the box down and joined me back on the floor. "You're moving your stuff tomorrow, right? How do you have none of it done?"

My lips pursed. "I was busy." Busy procrastinating. "And you guys didn't help~ You kept me locked at your house." There was a day where I don't think I even left bed. They pulled me back down every time and coaxed me into their arms with gentle kisses pressed into my skin and soft whispers against my neck.

Morgan gazed over at me while a boyish smirk played at his lips. "Now that you're moving in, I don't think you'll ever leave our bed." I could already picture it, them trapping me between them while being unwilling to ever let go. They were surprisingly clingy, especially Caesar. "I might even have to tie you up~"

My poor butt. "Your guys' s*x drive is incredible."

"Thank you~"

"It's not a compliment." I eyed him. "How are you not sore from how much you bottom?" And for how big Caesar is.

"I'm just used to it, you'll get used to it too."

Morgan suddenly froze before picking something up. When I looked at what it was, I felt my breathing stop and we both just stared at each other. The pair of lacy panties hung from his finger, as if mocking me. "So-"

"Shut up." I was surely blushing, there was no way I wasn't, not when I could feel how hot my cheeks were without even touching them.

"I didn't even say anything~" He set them in a box. "But they're cute, I like them."

I avoided his eyes as I aggressively folded a sweater. "I don't normally wear them."

"No? Are they not comfortable?"

"What-? That's not.." I trailed off, not even knowing what I was gonna say. "Don't you think it's weird?"

"Why would it be weird?" He raised an eyebrow. "Because they're meant for women? I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't always wear stuff that's for men." He reached out and pulled my cheek. "Wear what you want, it doesn't matter."

I silently rubbed at my cheek when he pulled away. "..Audrey got me those as a joke but I never got rid of them. I only wore them once since I was afraid people would see."

"Do you like them?"

I hesitantly nodded. "I think? I wouldn't want to wear them everyday but I think they're cute, whenever I see them." I remember laughing it off when Audrey gave them to me but as soon as I got home, I had tried them on.

They didn't fit that well but I still admired the way it looked on me in the mirror. I remember thinking I felt pretty.

"They have men's versions of this, y'know? If you were ever interested in seriously wearing them, so it fits properly." His tone was light and casual, as if knowing how awkward I felt about this.

"Oh," I mumbled, "I didn't know that."

"Mhm, I've looked at them before but I'm not interested in them for myself. Ones meant for women are good for, like, foreplay or trying to be sexy but if you're serious about it and want to wear it for a while, you should get ones that are meant to hold a dick."

I looked down at my hands as they clenched around my sweater. Was it really okay? If I wear them for more than a few minutes, it's no longer just a joke.

"Here." He slid another taped up box over to me. "I'm gonna go get a drink, I'll be right back."

"Okay." I watched him walk out before the door clicked shut. Something told me he was just trying to give me a few minutes alone. Way to make it awkward, I mentally sighed but quickly slapped my cheeks right after. Don't think like that.

True to his word, he came back quickly with two beers in his hand. Caesar was trailing behind him, being tugged into the room after Morgan shut the door. "-wasn't done. Why?" He seemed to be whining, like he was brought here against his will.

"It's almost break time, you'll be fine."

"Babe-"

"Stop whining and help us. You're not gonna miss anything, they're losing anyway."

"You're gonna jinx it!"

Morgan forced Caesar on the floor and nudged a box with his foot. "Put some clothes in here and then you can leave." And then he was holding out a beer for me to take. I mumbled a small 'thank you' and hesitantly took a sip. I hate beer. Still, I took another sip.

"How many?"

"Fill up that box and then you can leave."

"The whole thing?"

"Yes, the whole thing."

Sulkily, Caesar started folding the random clothes closest to him. I tried telling him he didn't have to, but the look Morgan gave him told me that it wouldn't matter what I said.

Only a few minutes went by, but he quickly gained interest in the types of clothes I had, forgetting all about the football game. "I've never seen you wear this." He held up a shirt that was clearly three sizes too big for me.

"I'm pretty sure that's Chet's."

His face fell. "Chet, huh?" He tossed the shirt in the box, unfolded and uncaring. "You don't need that. If you want to wear someone else's clothes, then wear ours."

Morgan nudged Caesar with a laugh. "Y'know he talks so much s**t about your friends when you're not around?"

"Morgan." Caesar flicked him before looking at me. "Not all your friends, just Chet."

"It's okay, he talks about you a lot too."

"You both are like little kids." Morgan ran a hand through his hair. "You're arguing over Harrison like you're not dating him."

Caesar made a soft noise and leaned against the bed. "He touches him too much."

"They're hybrids." Morgan deadpanned and looked over at me. "He gets jealous easily, just tell him to cool it and he will."

"Jealous?" Caesar drawled. "When have I ever?"

"Don't make me embarrass you." Caesar went quiet after that while Morgan addressed me, "He doesn't even know how territorial he gets. Some guy could breathe in my direction and he gets mad."

Caesar didn't deny this as he shrugged and folded another shirt. "Why are they looking?"

"Because I'm hot."

"So? Are you their boyfriend?"

Morgan wrapped his arms around my neck from behind while laying on the bed. I tipped my head up to see him while I leaned against the side of the bed. "I was surprised when he didn't get jealous of us, at first." He kissed the side of my head, making me hum happily.

"I like seeing you two together." Caesar tossed a few more folded sweaters in the box. "I don't like seeing some stranger with you."

Morgan dipped down and pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. "Isn't he cute? He gets so worked up even when he knows we're his~" I made a soft noise when he teased his fingers at the neck of my pullover.

Morgan lightly trailed his hand up until it was loosely griping my neck while staring at Caesar. "You want us to wear a collar with your name or something? Show everyone that we're yours?"

Caesar watched us for a moment before tilting his head with a smirk. "If you're offering."

Morgan rubbed at my neck and lightly pressed his fingers into my skin. He nudged my head up to look at him. "What about you?" He mused softly. "Would you like that? Wearing a collar that shows you belong to us?"

I felt captivated by his heavy gaze as I nodded, not even having to think about it. "If- if you had the leash for it."

"Oh? You hear that, baby?" Morgan's lips quirked up as he looked over at Caesar. "He says he doesn't mind."

Caesar stood up before crouching in front of me. He took hold of my chin and turned my head towards him, making my breath hitch. "Why would he? He's just a pup." He squeezed my chin. "Aren't you? You've probably been waiting for us to leash you, huh?"

Morgan teased at the collar of my pullover before sliding his hand under the soft material. His fingers teasingly traced over my bare chest. "Is that true, pup? Why didn't you say so? We'd be happy to." He reached down and let his fingers trail over my n****e, making me let out a surprised whimper. "We could take those runs we talked about and show off your pretty collar to everyone."

My lip caught between my teeth as I tried to not show how much their words were affecting me.

Morgan gazed up at Caesar, gaze heavy and hot. "Is it alright for them to stare then?" He flicked my n****e and I let out a breathy sigh. "Why would they be interested in an owned pup?"

Caesar let go of me and reached over to grab Morgan's chin. "Shouldn't I put one on you then? You two could even match, my two pretty pups."

Morgan parted his lips and took the tip of his finger between his teeth. His eyes were blank and voice dull as he stared at Caesar. "Ruff."

Caesar's lips twitched up at his sarcastic tone and he was about to respond but, "Caesar! Get your ass out here and stop f*****g with my little brother!" I froze when Declan started yelling from the living room.

Morgan smirked. "Uh oh. Looks like you're in trouble."