Praise Me [BL]

Chapter 42

can y'all drop canon or non canon stuff you think about the characters in the comments, i really wanna see 😳

for example: morgan is definitely that lesbian bitch who puts anything on an earring and wears it. he also regularly wears clothes that scream acab but in pretty/drippy text. acab, yes even your cop dad ✨

not saying he does, but harrison would definitely own a face mask for every anime he likes even if it's embarrassing 😐✋🏽 he usually goes for the cute discreet ones but sometimes he acts up and buys one where the character completely takes up the face mask and it looks weird

don't ask me why, but caesar growled when he was a kid. there's no reasoning behind this at all, but he growled at other kids at the playground. i also feel like he religiously wore headbands in high school when his hair was longer

"I don't have boobs."

"Really?" Caesar lifted my shirt up and stared at my chest, making me swat his hand away and pull it back down. "No shit you don't have boobs."

"Then stop touching my chest."

Our legs were tangled under the blanket as he spooned me from behind. He kept squeezing and rubbing at my chest while we watched some movie on my phone. "I know you don't have boobs so let me touch your chest if I want to."

We were sharing my airpods since Harrison was sleeping a few feet away from us. "No, stop." I pushed his hand away and sighed when he instantly moved it back, even squeezing my chest out of defiance. "You're annoying."

"Okay." There was suddenly an overwhelming urge to slap him. I squashed the urge and went back to focusing on the movie, knowing he was just going to do what he wanted like always.

He was surprisingly paying attention to the movie even while his hand absentmindedly slid under my shirt. I didn't bother saying anything again, he was usually pretty clingy and touchy even when just laying down.

Still, his touch was distracting. It eventually got so distracting that I grabbed his hand and slid it down to my stomach instead, not wanting him to touch my chest anymore.

He massaged my stomach instead, perfectly content as long as he was touching me. I was grateful he didn't move it back up, not in the mood for him to touch me like that.

The thought crossed my mind sometimes, not enough for me to get self conscious but enough to distract me for a few minutes. I usually pushed the useless thoughts away, he was stuck with me whether he liked it or not but sometimes they lingered.

I knew Caesar liked girls, and for a lot longer than he realized he liked guys too. He's had boyfriends before me, but there's been even more girlfriends.

I couldn't help but wonder if he missed a woman's touch, even for just the sake of sex. Sometimes I wondered if he wished I had boobs or didn't have a dick, even if it was just for a day.