Praise Me [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 2

Declan's filming class had just finished a big project for the semester, exceeding the expectations of his professor and scoring an almost perfect grade. He didn't hesitate to offer his house up to be trashed with a party of celebration. 

'it's not a party, it's a small get together' is what he'd said after I immediately declined wanting to participate. He didn't seem too bothered, probably not wanting me to be involved with the alcohol that was surely going to be there. Last time I'd left my room, I saw at least seven packs of it on the kitchen counter. 

I helped him and his girlfriend, Pricilla, clean up the house a bit before locking myself in my room. Caesar and Morgan, along with another one of their classmates I wasn't familiar with, came early with more alcohol in hand. 

It truly did seem to be just a small get together, judging from the way only a handful more of people trickled in later into the night. Declan came by again at some point and offered me a few slices of pizza, that I greedily took, having smelled it but too nervous to leave my room.

Caesar hovered behind him and stayed even after my brother left. One of my ears twitched when the door clicked shut, leaving us alone. "Do you plan to stay in here all night?" He asked with a hint of amusement tickling his tone. 

I turned in my desk chair, and stared down at the sketch I was currently working on just to avoid the intensity of his stare. "M'not really a party person. Besides, aren't you guys celebrating your project?" 

Putting his hand on my chair, he leaned down and took a good look at the sketch over my shoulder. "I'm pretty sure they just wanted an excuse to get wasted." His laugh was soft, gentle in the way it tickled my ears. "This is really good. It's a clock tower, right?" 

"Oh, uh," I tapped at the drawing, only to shield it from his eyes, "yeah but it's not done yet. I'm just brain storming right now." 

He smiled and patted my shoulder. "You're doing good so far. Keep up the good work~" He stood back to his full height and I only just registered that he had a paper bag in his hand. "This is for you." 

"Me?" 

He laughed and took a seat on the bed. "Do you see anyone else?" I took the bag, a little flustered as I peeked inside. "It's not a treat if that's what you were hoping for." He teased a bit, making me huff. "Morgan and I were at the store the other day and saw these. I figured it couldn't hurt for you to have." 

I made a noise of understanding and pulled out a small whistle hanging on a chain. "Oh." I blinked at the whistle and gave him a small smile. "Thank you." 

He raised an eyebrow, lips twitching up. "You look confused." 

"Ahh," I scratched my cheek sheepishly, "is it to call me with?" 

Caesar looked genuinely surprised at this before laughing. Leaning forward, he took the whistle from my hands before putting it around my neck so it hung freely. "It's for when you leave the house. You don't need to wear it but keeping it in your pocket or bag could help. Declan told me you've had some pretty bad interactions with people." He rubbed his neck, suddenly looking self conscious. "There's pepper spray in there too." 

I looked back in the bag and true to word, there was small bottle of pepper spray. My tail gradually started to wag faster. They got this for me, they were thinking about me. 

A permanent smile graced my lips. "Thank you, I'll definitely use them!" I put them in my bag, just to show him I really would make good use of them before pausing. "Actually I hope I don't have to, but if I need to, I will!" 

He smiled back, looking nothing but fond, and emptied the rest of the bag for me. "Morgan picked out some candy and threw them in there. He said they're treats." 

"I thought you said there were no treats." I teased and he smirked back. 

"You've gotta earn them, of course." 

"How?" 

"Well," he dropped the candies on my desk, "these are for going out with us last week." 

"So I'll get more if we hang out again?" He let out a soft, confirming hum. "Then, um-" I trailed off, feeling shy but forced myself to trudge on, "I like caramel a lot." 

Caesar reached out and ruffled my hair, pushing my head down in the process, with a playful grin. "You'll eat what I give you." 

"But it's a treat!" I protested as he pulled on one of my ears. He let go when I started to whine and leaned back, smile still firmly in place. 

"I guess we can make that happen."

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A few hours into their little get together, my sketch was left unfinished, choosing to lay in bed and mindlessly scroll through my phone instead. 

My nose scrunched when I came across an art work of a hybrid with tear filled eyes, tongue lolled out as it panted, and c*m staining their cheeks. I retweeted and scrolled past it. 

Music trickled through the cracks of my door as Declan's friends suddenly laughed at something loudly. It got even louder when the door opened, revealing Morgan. 

He had a drink in his hand as he blinked in surprise when he saw me. "Oh s**t," he laughed at nothing, "this is not the bathroom." Laughing again, he closed the door and stepped inside. "Sorry for not knocking." 

He casually dropped down next to me and sighed. There was a dopey smile on his face, one so cute that I couldn't help but smile back as I sat up. "You having fun?" 

"Mhm," he nodded deeply, blonde waves falling into his face, "didn't know your brother was such a party animal." 

"Is he?" 

"Oh yeah," He swept a hand through his hair and groaned, "I don't even know how many times I lost at beer pong. I was going to the bathroom to hide but now I'm here." 

A laugh slipped past my lips before I patted the spot next to me. "You can stay here for a bit." 

He grinned and leaned against the headboard with me. "Thanks. Are you not gonna go out at all?" 

"Probably not." I admitted quietly, "I don't really know anyone but you and Caesar." 

"You can just stay by us. He doesn't look like it but Caesar's pretty clingy, we've been together all night." He must've seen my surprise and mistook it for something bad. "Not a bad clingy," He assured with a fond smile, "he just likes me being close, y'know? I don't really know how to explain it." He laughed softly and held his hand out, offering me his drink. 

I took it reluctantly and took a timid sip. Beer was disgusting. I took a bigger sip, and then another. 

Morgan let his hand fall to my head and stroked my hair. It was pretty common to be touchy with hybrids, so I didn't think much of it, letting myself enjoys his pets and hum contently. "Your ears are so soft." He commented, making them flatten when he rubbed them. 

I let out a an unintentional whine when he scratched behind them, making him stop. "Does that feel good?" My cheeks flushed as I gave a timid nod. He made a thoughtful noise and continued to pet me, scratching behind my ears now and then. "I had this friend back in high school that was a hybrid, he hated when people touched his ears." 

Leaning into his touch, I couldn't imagine why, this was amazing. It could be a little awkward when it was a stranger, but I enjoyed when my friends pet me. "I like it." 

He hummed softly and curled his hand on the base of my neck, making me look up. He didn't say anything at first, just stared at me, before letting out a quiet, thoughtful noise as if mentally deciding something. 

When he pulled away, I immediately missed his comforting touch. "Caesar might think I drowned in the toilet or something," a smile graced his lips, thinking of his boyfriend, "you should come though." He pulled me off the bed with him, guiding us over to the door. "It'll be fun, yeah?" 

I followed him without thinking, his smile was too tempting not to, and breathed out a quiet, "Yeah." 

The music was loudest in the kitchen so we both settled in the living room. I was glad to see there weren't too many others, only about ten or so littered around. 

He dropped to the couch and gripped my hips when I went to sit next to him. Smiling up at me, he pulled me forward a bit. "Sit in my lap?" He left the decision up to me and, with a flushed face, I settled on his lap. 

Morgan easily circled his arms around my waist and grabbed another beer bottle off the coffee table. "Do you want one?" He was so casual, like this was something that happened daily while I was internally having a breakdown. I was sitting on his lap. 

"Sure." 

"Morgan!" Delcan appeared behind the couch, looking absolutely wasted, and placed his hands on Morgan's shoulders. "I've been looking for you! Let's play beer pong again." 

Morgan tipped his head back to grin at Declan. "I admitted defeat already. Make Lizzie play with you, I haven't seen her touch a drink all night." 

I sat frozen in his lap, going even stiffer when Declan glanced at me. He did a double take and blinked twice. "Harry? When did you come out?" 

"Um, just now." He made a small, confused noise but waved me off, not even giving our position a second glance. 

"Wait- are you drinking? You're not old enough." He scolded, waving a finger around drunkenly. 

"It's okay, I gave it to him." Morgan assured.

"You're not old enough either. You're actually a few months younger than him."

"Anyways-" Morgan brushed off tensely, "Weren't you going to play beer pong? Shoo shoo." He waved him away and Declan surprisingly listened, stumbling over nothing on his journey to find someone to play with him. 

I twisted my fingers nervously. "Where's Caesar?" 

"Hm?" He glanced around the room before squinting into the kitchen. When he caught sight of his boyfriend playing cards, he rolled his eyes. "He's still playing some card game instead of giving me attention." He sighed playfully and drummed his fingers against my back. "But you're keeping me company so it's fine." I squirmed around, feeling my tail start to wag. "Plus, I've been with him all night. I wanna be with you right now." 

His hand gently slid under my shirt and started stroking my back. "Is that okay with you?" 

I nodded quickly and his eyes scrunched with a laugh. "Good, I wasn't going to let you go anyway." 

As the night went on, I felt myself relax more and more until I was firmly resting against his chest. I couldn't even count the amount of times he made me laugh, it could've also been the beer though. 

Morgan had spread his legs out so I could sit between them, my back pressed flush against his chest. His arms had snuck around me until they were resting on my stomach while I tipped my head back on his shoulder. Nobody gave us a second glance, used to people being more touchy with hybrids. 

Caesar looked over at some point, smiling softly when we made eye contact, and went back to his game. "How long have you guys been together?" 

Morgan turned his head, lips brushing the side of my head from how close we were. "Why?" He didn't speak much louder than a mumble, considering we were close enough for our cheeks to touch. 

"Just making conversation." 

He let an amused breath, like he knew something I didn't. "Not too long, maybe four months or so." 

"Did you ask him out?" 

"He asked me but if he hadn't, I would've asked him." 

"Oh." His hand slid under my shirt again, lightly scratching at my stomach. I felt his lips pull up when I shuddered. "That's cool," I nodded at nothing, "yeah." 

He laughed softly and it felt like it was making fun of me a bit, making me flustered. "What about you? Are you interested in anyone?" and it was almost mean since he knew I liked him, almost. 

"Not really." 

"No?" He dipped his head down so were level with each other and let his lips drag over my neck. "I could've sworn-" 

"No," I quickly cut him off and shook my head, "nobody." 

"Alright," He soothed, hand still rubbing up and down my stomach, "I believe you." 

Not even realizing they fell flat, my ears gradually perked back up, and sheepishly admitted, "I was surprised when I found out." 

"That Caesar and I started dating?" A silent nod. "Really? I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean, we were having s*x for weeks before we got together." 

I quickly turned my head to him and startled myself to see him only a breath away. I turned away just as quick, a blush covering my cheeks after our eyes locked briefly. "You were having s*x?" 

"Yes, we were having sex." He pulled my ear, making me whimper. "I know you're not a virgin, why is that so surprising?" 

"I don't know," I mumbled, small pout resting on my lips as I rubbed my ear. "It's just- different picturing your brothers friends having s*x together."

"We're not just Declan's friends," he noted blandly, "we're friends too." 

"I know! I just," my nose scrunched, it's not like I could tell him I was jealous, "I don't know." 

Morgan watched me for a moment before patting my stomach. "Well, don't hurt your brain trying to think about it." He smirked when I scowled at him. 

"Are you calling me dumb?"

"Oh but you're such a smart pup, why would I do that?" And even though he was teasing me, my tail still wagged from the praise. Only to keep up facades, I huffed out a 'whatever'. 

"Don't be mad~ I'm sorry." He looked anything but, but I still relaxed even further against him to show I wasn't. 

"M'not." 

"Good." 

My eyes drifted over to Caesar again, not being able to help myself. He was dressed casually, a simple green hoodie and some dark jeans. He looked comfortable as laughed with his friends.

Morgan was dressed considerably different. His skin tight shirt showed every line of his body, before it tucked into his equally tight skinny jeans. He wore a loose button up on top that had already slid off his shoulders too many times tonight. 

His hair was down today, loose waves falling in his face every now and then, and brushing his shoulders. 

I startled when Morgan pinched my side, blinking in confusion. "Huh?" 

He rolled his eyes, but it was all playful. "If you stare at him any harder, he might just come over." 

"What? No, I-"

His arms tightened around me. "He looks nice, right?" 

"Um," I peered at Morgan but he was staring at Caesar, "yeah?" And then his eyes were on me, raising an eyebrow teasingly. 

"You don't think so?" 

"No, he does! He looks really nice." 

His lips twitched up. "Really nice, huh?" 

My ears flattened before I whined, feeling embarrassed. "Morgan." 

He laughed and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm just teasing. I already know how good he looks." His lips skimmed my neck, smile in place. "I made sure to tell him just how nice he looked before we got here." 

My mouth parted, a strangled noise falling out. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? "You-" Would he really just outright say it? 

"I, what?" His head c****d, eyes not straying from mine, as if daring me to say it. oh god, we were so close. If I leaned forward, just a little, we would- My eyes fell to his lips, pretty and sticky with chapstick. "Hm?" 

Locking eyes again, I noticed his were darker, expression void of his usual playfulness as he stared at me. My next breath came out shaky before I whispered a quiet, "nothing." And he hummed low in his throat, eyes shifting down to look at my lips.

Ears twitching in anticipation, my hand curled around his thigh as I waited for something, anything. 

He looked back up, lips twitching after he saw my expression. "You really look like you want a kiss." My breath caught, heart hammering in my chest. "Do you want me to kiss you?" Yes, holy f**k, yes. I'll beg if you asked me to. 

Instead, "What?" 

Morgan leaned back, head tilting against the couch. His laugh sounded forced, trying too hard to sound casual. "Ahh," He laughed again and closed his eyes, "I'm drunk. Who knows?" 

Disappointment slowly washed over me, even as I tried to push it away. What was there to be disappointed about? He had a boyfriend, so he must've been joking. Still, this didn't stop my tail from stilling against our legs. 

"Yeah." I finally agreed, voice sounding dull even to my ears. His eyes opened, conflict swimming among the pretty blue. He seemed to settle on silence while I grew uncomfortable in his lap. "I think I'm going to go try and sleep, um, yeah." Getting up, I gave him an awkward wave. "I've got class early tomorrow, y'know?" 

He hummed after a moment of silence and offered me a small smile. "Sleep well." 

It was safe to say I didn't.