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Garterbelt was splayed out comfortably, back against the cool grass and head resting on his discarded robes. His loud snores echoed through the open night air. Chuck was curled up on top of him, nuzzled up happily into the soft fluff of his chest hair and murmuring contented little “Chuck, Chuck, Chuck”s in pleasant sighs as he dreamed.
Brief sat off to the side just beside the lake, at a distance from the others.
Wide awake with a clear view of the night sky above him, he sighed to himself. He breathed in the fresh air, listened to the ambient sounds of crickets and birds, heard the trees whistle as the wind caught them. Even the sound of Garter and Chuck’s snoring added more serenity to the atmosphere. For the first time in a long time, Brief felt truly able to relax.
The moon was nothing short of ethereal tonight; its reflection stretched on across the entire lake, no matter which angle you look at it from, gently rocked by the light waves. Brief took a deep breath in, savoring the cold night air on his bare skin.
His gaze roamed the moonlit scenery. The calm lake. The crackling smolders of the doused campfire. The fireflies. The sky lanterns.
Focusing his eyes on the sky, he counted the scattered lanterns still floating before the stars from when the angels had sent them up. The lanterns floated like drifting stars, bobbing gently. They painted the evening air in warm hues of red and gold— so soft, it almost hurt to look at them.
Letting his hand draw in the air, he followed them in a line, until he slowly brought his hand back down to his lap, where one more lantern was sitting. It had sunk down into the water, and Brief had fished it out, feeling kind of sorry for the inanimate thing.
Now Brief just stared at the inflated lantern sitting in his lap. He lifted it up and let it drift away in the hot air. It lagged far behind the other lanterns still, dimmer and slower and heavier and colder.
Brief picked up a leaf from the ground and pressed it to his lips, trying to make as pretty a melody as the angels had earlier when they were all sitting together around the fire.
No sound came out. He was just ineffectually blowing on a dirty leaf in his mouth.
He sighed.
“Bruh, aren’t you gonna get some shut-eye?”
“Seriously. What’s with the insomnia vibes?”
Brief looked back and saw that Polyester and Polyurethane were standing behind him. Both of them looked up, watching the gold-colored lantern nearly finished taking off, trying to follow in the path of its fellow lanterns in the night sky. It wasn’t quite reaching the height of the others.
Polyester waved idly, and Polyurethane stretched his arms up and folded them behind his head. All his muscles were pulled taut, flexing with the movement, and Brief couldn’t help but be taken aback by just how buff both of the brothers were.
As the angel brothers walked closer, Brief had to look up at him from where he was sitting. Then, the angels were standing right over him, crotches just above Brief’s eyeline. Brief tried not to stare too obviously, and he attempted to sound cool and breezy when he greeted them with, “H-h-hi guys!”
“We could totally go all night if we wanted, but I heard humans have to sleep or else they, like, die or whatever, right?” he asked casually.
Polyester grimaced at the prospect—more annoyed than dismal about the possibility. “Ugh, dude. It’s literally our off-weekend. I am not doing overtime. No hate, but like, even if you croak, I am not getting out that cringey herald’s trumpet for you.”
“And you know, when you turn into a ghost from being a lost soul because you weren’t guided to heaven by their best angels, we’re not exorcising you during our time off, either,” Polyurethane added, sounding more like a playful joke than Polyester’s deadpan complaint had, but also not sounding entirely unserious.
“Hang on. Are you still awake because you’re tweaking over earlier?” Polyester’s easy smile dipped and Brief caught the flicker of concern pulling at his composure as he planted his hands on his hips. “No way that’s still living rent-free in your thoughts. You seriously will turn into a ghost if you have lingering regrets holding you down that much. And as much as it would totally suck to have to exorcise my bestie…”
The expression on Polyester’s face steeled, and he pulled his lips into a thin line and took a deep breath.
“’Mercy hath no place in Heaven,’” he recited. “His Highness always taught us not hesitate to take the shot. So, if I have to face you as an actual enemy… as a ghost to exterminate…” Polyester rubbed at his wrist, staring down at the hand that he usually wore his gauntlet glove on. He clenched the hand into a tight, shaky fist.
Polyester trailed off, simply, although the implications behind the words were far more than simple, and the roll of his shoulders and flick of his gaze too calculated to be a casual shrug without significance and too slight to reveal any sort of meaning behind the movements. The gesture of someone at war with himself. The expression of someone resolved. The tone of someone who was far older in mind than body, with
Ancient, controlled chaos lurked in his eyes, and an unspoken threat rested on the edge of his tongue. He had the air of someone who really couldn’t hesitate to take a shot, even if he tried.
Polyester’s eyes narrowed, cold and obstinate red.
“…Well. That’s only if I’m on the clock. If I’m off duty, I’m not batting an eye at a ghost, no matter what comes at me. Zero overtime, ever,” Polyester finished, to a chorus of Polyurethane agreeing with a cheer of “On god!”
And the tension vanished, any insinuated threat or possible darker turn to the situation dissipating as Polyester laughed. The seriousness of the moment was gone. It was back to this, just bros vibing. Back to him clapping a hand affectionately on his shoulder, laughing, and either ignoring or not noticing the fearful tremble of Brief’s body and the terrified grimace beneath Brief’s disheveled blond bangs.
“Anyway,” Polyester laughed. “I’d rather you didn’t turn into a ghost at all. Or croak right now, for that matter. I can’t go easy on you when it’s too late and you become a soul lost between Heaven and Earth, so can we please get whatever’s got you pressed like this sorted out now?”
“He’s, like, basically saying he’s worried about you,” Polyurethane translated. “Whoa, my bro’s lowkey anxious about someone besides me or him! That’s, like, super rare.”
Brief untensed at that clarification, especially when Polyester pouted at the remark. “Hanging out with anyone besides each other is rare in the first place,” Polyester mumbled.
As strict as he was about those categories and duties, this did genuinely feel like his way of saying he was worried about Brief. Or asking what was troubling him so much. In his confusing, angel way.
“Oh, I, I just…” Brief twiddled his fingers. “I, uh… I was thinking about what you guys were saying before. And I wanted to say that I get it. That stuff about your dad.”
Polyester’s pout vanished, and he tilted his head, curious. “What?”
“I mean—I’ve never met your dad! I’m not trying to make any assumptions about him or your family or anything like that! And I’m definitely not saying I know how things work in Heaven or Angel society or that stuff and all but…”
“Oh yeah,” Polyester said. “You said your dad’s gonna be pressed about his car…”
“Lowkey, our bad there,” Polyurethane added. “But he can’t get saltier than our dad got when we took that fat L against our cousins, right?”
Brief sighed. “Oh, it’s gonna be bad. Really bad. He might actually kill me.”
“Well… Just make sure he does it while we’re on the clock so we can help guide your soul, I guess?” Polyurethane said, and this time, it was more evidently just meant as a funny quip.
So Brief offered an awkward laugh obligingly. “Uh, y-yeah, here’s hoping. I don’t know when he’ll be home again, so at least that buys me some time to think of some way to fix it in the meantime.”
“Don’t think he’s noticed yet?” Polyester asked.
“Oh, definitely not,” Brief explained. “My dad’s never really around. He’s always busy with work too. The only times I see him are when he needs to use me as his puppet for some publicity stunt or a bartering chip. He’s a big famous big shot, and my classmates always sorta assumed I had it made ‘cause he’s so rich, but I…”
Brief sighed again.
“I’m less of a person to my dad and more of something that he thinks only exists to use to his strategic advantage. To climb the ranks or for the image of his company. Either I’m being his lifeless puppet, or he says I’m an embarrassment and a waste of space to him. And even then, he won’t make time to say that to my face himself most of the time. He’s so busy he hardly even has time to be mad at me in person.”
“A puppet…” Polyester echoed. “I mean, being a puppet is basically the same thing as being a son, isn’t it?”
Polyurethane laughed. “Hard facts, if you know you know!”
“I-I mean… I don’t have any experience that would say otherwise,” Brief had to admit, “but… That’s not how it’s supposed to be, right? Dads aren’t supposed to see their kids as just something they can use like a thing or another employee, right?”
“I mean, Uncle lets Pantiel and Stockiel just run wild, so there’s that, I guess,” Polyurethane suggested. “But he’s…”
“Whatever father sees us as, it should be an honor to be seen by His Most High Highness at all,” Polyester said in a clipped tone, though it sounded like he was reciting some formal reading again.
Polyurethane’s smile seemed crooked. “Looks like family’s complicated whether it’s on Heaven or Earth.”
“Well, I guess we’re all a bunch of salty nepo babies, aren’t we?” Polyester shrugged.
“And you know, something else I was just thinking…” Brief added, chewing his chapped lip uncertainly. “It must be nice that you had each other, even when you didn’t have anybody else. I was an only sibling, so I can’t really relate to that part. You never really had to be alone, huh? I mean, alone alone.”
The two angels exchanged another look with each other. “You know what, that’s lowkey facts!” Polyurethane threw his arm around his older brother. “I’m pretty lucky! I wouldn’t trade Polyester for the world!”
The expression on Polyester’s face softened, in a way that made it seem like he was taken off guard by the tenderness. Surprised but pleased, something in his eyes brightened to giddy. He reached up and ruffled his younger brother’s hair. “Right back at you, fam.”
After exchanging those pleasantries with each other, the angels sat down, cross legged on the grass on either side of Brief.
“But, like, don’t make this whole thing sound so depressing or lonely, dude. It’s not like you’re by yourself right now, is it?”
“For real, for real! It’s a vacation!” Polyurethane leaned into Brief, resting his head on his shoulder. His long hair lightly tickled Brief’s neck. “The stress of the daily rise and grind is, like, totally getting to you. You just need to vibe for a bit.”
Polyester, from Brief’s opposite side, plucked the leaf from Brief’s hands.
Polyester curled the end of the leaf carefully, placed it to his lips, closed his eyes, and blew. A soft whistling resonated before a high-pitched little tune vibrated from the green leaf. A gentle wind swept across the field. The wind rocked the lake water playfully against the shore, the splashes harmonizing with the gentle chime of the music.
The soft notes seemed to bring everything to a standstill, the bittersweet tone carrying on the breeze. Like magic, the lagging lantern Brief had released caught an updraft that shot it towards the heavens. It joined the gaggle of its kin, carried by the warm air, beneath a sky blanketed with dozens of hopeful lanterns and millions of hanging stars.
Polyester peeked open an eye—or maybe he opened both of them, Brief really couldn’t tell with one hidden behind his bangs like that— glancing to see the human in front of him brightening up with a grin and giving him a round of applause.
Polyester let out a smug huff and lowered the leaf. “That’s what you were trying to do, right?”
“Glad you liked our concert from before so much! We can teach you how it’s done, if you’re game,” Polyurethane boasted.
Brief seemed to hesitate, but then nodded. He might as well try it. Especially since he was having fun and these were still the nicest friends he’d ever made, however confusing they were sometimes. He perked up and picked up another flat leaf. “Yeah, I wanna play too! I’m game! It was so awesome when you guys did it!”
When Brief blew into the leaf, nothing happened. There is the sound of him blowing air from his mouth and the sound of him slobbering on the leaf, but nothing quite like how he’d heard from the brothers. Brief looks at the leaf quizzically while the brothers rolled on the ground in peals of laughter.
“Dude, you can’t just— Are you deadass?”
“I can’t even, like, what was that?”
Brief chuckled along and rubbed the back of my neck. “Right, you said you’d show me how it’s done first, right?”
“Bet!”
The leaf whistling lesson that transpired for the next hour or so could only be described as full of spit, bickering, idle chit chat and laughter. Brief was generally a pretty fast learner and he was acquainted with a few (more classical) instruments, but a fragile leaf was a pretty far cry from anything Brief had been classically trained on. The angel brothers’ initial demonstration made it seem easy, but put into practice, there was more to leaf whistling than he had assumed there would be.
“Curl this end into a semi-circle. No, pookie. A semi-circle.”
“This is a semi-circle. I’m doing exactly what you showed me.”
“Bro, that’s, like, lowkey a semi oval.”
“Facts. Well, I think that’s actually, like, more like a crescent.”
“Lowkey a cone.”
Each step in the process seemed to present a new problem.
From Brief correcting the initial shaping process until it was just right according to the brothers’ back-and-forth device and very specific definitions of circles and ovals, to the brothers critiquing Brief on how to blow on said leaf when it was finally in what was apparently the right shape.
“You’re blowing too hard. Everything about this is supposed to be gentle. Soft.”
He blew just a little, timidly, tentatively.
“Now it’s lowkey too soft. Come on, you can go harder than that. Try using some tongue.”
He blew until his lips were ballooned out and flushed red. Polyurethane and Polyester both burst into laughter at the face.
“Be easy, bro! It’s delicate equipment. You’re gonna break it if you’re that rough. And no teeth.”
Brief pulled away and took a gasp of air. “I am blowing exactly how you guys tell me to blow!”
“In your head you may think you are putting my words into practice, but in reality…” Polyester shrugged and shook his head with a smug smile that finished the sentence better than words could.
Brief groaned, but he was far from giving up. “If it’s not working how hard or soft I blow, I’m probably just doing the lips wrong. Uh…” As ridiculous as it probably looked to do this without the leaf in his mouth, Brief experimentally practiced with puckering his lips. They had said he needed a tight, small O shape with his mouth to stream out the puffs of air just right.
“Lightbulb! I’ve got an idea. Here,” Polyurethane cut in. “I’ll show how it’s done.”
And then Polyurethane’s lips were upon Brief’s, suddenly. They pressed against his, firmly and soundly. Brief felt a soft hum of his enthusiasm against his lips, and the vibrations reverberated through him in a way that made his hairs all stand up on end.
Polyurethane pulled away, and Brief scrambled a few paces backward, mouth agape as he stared in dismay at the moonlit beauty before her who had just… kissed him? Brief’s lips tingled for more attention, their kiss too brief. Any longer though, and he might have burst with embarrassment.
“You know you’ve gotta breathe, right?” Polyurethane teased, sharp teeth pulled into a taunting smile, and only belated did Brief realize that he had impulsively held his breath from the sheer shock of the sudden kiss. “Humans defo die if they don’t do that. That’s like, the basics of the basics for mortals.”
Polyester made that face where annoyance mixed with concern again. “Ugh. Bro really is trying to turn into a ghost. Like, who forgets to breathe? –I’m serious about not getting that trumpet out on my day off. Only music you’re getting out of my tonight is coming from this leaf.”
“I wonder if it hurts ghosts when I slice them up,” Polyurethane mused. “I like, lowkey don’t think ghosts have feelings, but I guess Bestie’s determined to figure that out for us. Tell us if it hurts with your last words while your lost soul repents, okay?”
“I—I know breathing is important! I’m not trying to die!” Brief swore. “I just— I literally forgot to breathe. I was just surprised!”
Polyester blinked. “Wait, no cap? You guys can really just forget to do that?”
“A-anyway!” Brief circled back to that earlier thing with Polyurethane. “W-what was that?!”
“A demonstration, duh.” Polyurethane rolled his eyes, tapping a perfectly manicured finger to his own full lips. The light from the moon and stars shimmered on the glossy sheen of his black nail polish. With a wink, he crowed, “I’m being a good teacher.”
“W… what was I supposed to learn from that?” Brief sputtered out.
Polyester’s smirk returned, along with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Wait, let him cook. That teaching method’s a vibe. I fuck with it.”
Polyurethane’s grin sharpened. “I knew you’d see my vision, bro!”
“But what kind of method is that?”
“Only the most brilliant one ever,” Polyester praised, and Polyurethane glowed with pride. Literally glowed—Brief winced at the heavy ring of light emanated from the angel. “Talking it out isn’t working. Sometimes a hands-on lesson just hits different.” Polyester shuffled over in a crawl, and Brief tensed as Polyester effortlessly settled between his legs. The angel held Brief’s face gently, his fingers curled under his chin.
Polyester tilted Brief’s head up, and slowly, Brief was beginning to hear his heart pounding in his ears. Its tempo increased when Polyester pressed a thumb to the seam of his lips.
“There are a lot of subtle details to the ways to position and move your lips. It takes practice and precision and blah blah blah.” Polyester rolled his eyes at the whole thing, then gave a self-assured grin to reassure Brief. “It’s a whole thing.”
Brief’s heart thumped heavy in his chest as Polyester pushed Brief’s chin up more, rubbing a thumb against his spit-slicked bottom lip, applying just a bit of pressure to coax the shaping of its embouchure. “It’s such a pain to put into words. And during our first vacay with you? Who has time for that dull shit? Some things are better learned for yourself than taught. So, a lesson more like this…”
He lightly brushed his thumb across Brief lips again, as if he was committing their shape and location to memory. Then the hold slipped away from Brief’s lips, trailing lightly across his cheek, then down his jaw. The fingers curled into the tangle of hair at Brief’s nape and held Brief in place with that palm against his neck. Brief sat perfectly still, and he watched, mesmerized, as Polyester moved closer to him.
Then the angel’s lips were on his.
It was only for a brief moment, even briefer than Polyurethane’s had been. A droning, low purr that made a heat pool in Brief’s stomach and a hard press of cool, plush skin that left Brief’s lips feeling seared even after Polyester had drawn back.
“…may help it get into your head better. You’re good with that, right Bestie?”
“I-I…” Brief swallowed hard and nodded. “Y-yeah! I’m completely good with that! A-absolutely!”
Polyester grinned. “Say less.” Polyester stood back up and made some space for Polyurethane again. Polyurethane climbed back in front of Brief, and Polyester brought the leaf back to his mouth. “Pay attention this time. I’m going to play a tune, and Polyurethane will match my tone. And you’ll match Polyurethane.”
Polyester played a steady buzzing tone as a signal to start. Brief let out a quiet squeak as Polyurethane pressed their lips together again. Polyester watched them with an amused expression from the corner of his eyes.
This kiss was harder. More insistent. Polyurethane pressed into him, lips so soft, yet firm, and slick with the remnants of the Peepsi he’d been drinking earlier.
Polyurethane hummed deeply– a sound which originated from the back of Polyurethane’s throat and reverberated all the way down Brief’s spine. The vibrations were bordering on overstimulating, but Brief tried hard to focus. At the very least, he tried to remember to actually breath through his nose this time instead of frantically holding his breath.
Brief averted his gaze in embarrassment and even closed his eyes. Brief finally mimicked the hum back to him.
This was just a lip exercise to get the placement of the leaf and lips right. This was just a demonstration on how to produce the right sort of timbre. This was just a music lesson. Wind instruments were meticulous like this. Their mouths were closed and pursed, and it hardly even counted as a kiss in the first place. It was way more akin to something like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation than it was to making out, and if Brief thought about it like that, then it was nothing to freak out over.
As Polyurethane pressed more insistently against Brief’s lips and Brief reflexively lifted a hand to place on his shoulder for balance, he was belatedly but abruptly reminded of the fact that they were all still butt-naked. He suddenly felt very conscious of that.
Brief pulled his hand away from its anchoring hold on Polyurethane’s very bare, very muscular shoulder. Brief wobbled, and fell back in his panic, out of the not-kiss and onto the ground. The back of his head hit the soft earth. He barely even had time to groan about hitting his head, because Polyurethane didn’t miss a beat. His lips were back on Brief’s almost immediately, and the lesson resumed right where it had left off.
Brief was now lying flat on his back, with Polyurethane straddling his hips and kissing him in a not-kiss. Brief was shorter than Polyurethane, who had to hunch a bit with his model-like proportions, but they were still pressed together pretty… awkwardly. Eyes still shut tight, Brief tried not to map out which parts of Brief were pressed against which parts of Polyurethane and vice versa, aside from their lips that were pressed against each other.
The humming sounded louder like this and like it had dropped in octave, almost a moan. Practice, this was practice—music practice, even! Brief frantically reminded himself of that in his mind. Even as a tongue flicked against his lips to remind Brief that his mouth shouldn’t be positioned clammed shut like that, because how would the sound get out for the instrument that way?
Brief parted his lips in a pucker and shaped them in the O shape that he would if the leaf was between them. The movement inadvertently sucked Polyurethane’s bottom lip. The suction, hot and wet and targeted on a singular spot, made Polyurethane gasp.
As though he took that as a challenge, Polyurethane switched from humming to nibbling. The scrape of Polyurethane’s inhumanely sharp teeth stung a bit, but it wasn’t painful. Brief actually kind of liked it.
Polyester cleared his throat above them, and Brief hadn’t even noticed that the sound from his leaf had stopped. “I think you’d lowkey tear the leaf if you do it like that.”
Brief felt a soft grin curling against his lips just, and then a vibration that was clearly a barely-suppressed giggle, and then laughter fanning out on his face from Polyurethane’s now-open lips.
“And I oop—” Polyurethane pulled away. “Well! I think he understands the assignment now!”
Brief finally opened his eyes, and Polyurethane still hovered just centimeters away from him, arms on the ground on either side of Brief’s head. A boastful smile was on Polyurethane’s face as he finally rolled off his Brief and sprung up into a seated position, arms folded back behind his head in nonchalance.
“I… I, um. Think… so. Too.” Brief stuttered out, bright red, sitting back up himself as well.
Polyurethane patted his hand against Brief’s shoulder. “Don’t be modest, bestie, you totally got this!” Brief looked to Polyurethane, who was holding out the leaf that Brief had dropped during all the excitement. “Give us a fire concert!”
With sweaty, trembling hands, Brief brought the leaf up to his still-tingling lips and tried to put into practice what he had just “learned”.
And with that, the most pathetic and strained whistle resonated off the drenched leaf, sending spit everywhere. Polyurethane got spit on his face, though he didn’t say anything, merely wiping it off with a laugh. “What the helly?! That’s it?”
“It may not seem like much, but it is music,” Polyester said, folding his arms across his chest. “He couldn’t get a single sound out of it before.”
“So, like, basically,” Polyurethane gushed, “you’re saying that the brilliance of our teachings shines through, even in a human, right bro?!”
The brothers grinned at each other and bumped fists. “Yay!”
Brief smiled. He could probably do better than that pitiful whistling, and some part of him, it stung to play so poorly—a side effect of the classical instrument lessons his father had had Brief take in his youth maybe, with teachers who were far more conventional and far less kind— but Polyester and Polyurethane’s praise felt… nice. And so did their excitement and self-aggrandizement about the whole thing. The fuzzy feelings flooded his chest again. Trying not to think too hard into those feelings, Brief held the leaf back to his lips and played a little more.
With a soft smile, Polyester picked up another leaf, rolled it, and handed it off to his brother. The two of them lifted their leaves to their mouths as well and began to play. The trio’s song drifted over the area, carried on the whisper of wind that blew.
The three boys harmonized a melody. A simple one, a clumsy one, but altogether, a fun one.
Polyurethane pulled his leaf away first. “Dudes, we like, lowkey killed that!”
“Certified Bussin’! Featuring a trio of bros vibing!” Polyester held his arms out, and Brief and Polyurethane each gave him a high-five with the free hand that wasn’t holding their respective leaf.
“That was… fun!” Brief declared. “Really fun!”
Polyester nodded, the image of smugness once again. “Just an activity to pass the time.”
“And a new skill that is absolutely useless!” That part seemed especially important to Polyurethane. “It’s not making anyone King or CEO. It’s not toppling any regimes. Just something fun you’ve got just for yourself. That’s the key to work-life balance. Doing things that are just for you.”
“No strings attached.”
“No hidden agendas.”
“It can be nice to just relax and not have to put on a front or worry about duty and ranks and work and filial piety for a second,” Polyester admitted, staring down at his leaf. His thumb brushed along the green veins. “You get it, right, Brief?” Polyester turned over to Brief and pressed his own leaf to Brief’s lips, held there with two fingers. “If you know you know, and I guess no one knows as well as the three of us.”
Brief’s face flushed red at the feeling of the light pressure of the fingers against his lips, even through the barrier of the leaf. Red eyes bore into Brief’s soul, and he was shivering and sweating all at once. Brief took in a deep breath through his nose and blew it out in a steady stream of air against Polyester’s leaf. The sound was crisper this time, more pleasant. Sweet and sharp in the warm night air.
A breeze blew past them, ruffling up Polyester’s hair and leaving his whole face visible for a few seconds. An unabashedly prideful smile spread on Polyester’s face, eyes narrowed and crinkled with amusement. “Yeah, we’re like, totally the best teachers ever, Polyurethane.”
Brief sputtered a bit in nervousness. His heart skipped a beat.
“Well. That’s enough of that.”
With an almost callous sort of casualness, Polyester removed the leaf. He crumbled and crunched his own lead in a fist, then let the bits and pieces of it scatter over the water. Polyurethane chuckled, letting the leaf go and watching it fly off whole with the wind. “Yeah, done with that now.”
Brief held onto his leaf, cradling it carefully in his cupped palms. He might practice this some more.
Two sets of arms wrapped around Brief.
“Anyway, you have a dream to make come true when we hit Casino City in the morning, right?”
“So, you should, like, just go to sleep already.”
Before Brief knew it, he was being pulled back until they all were flopped onto the grassy ground. Brief went rigid in their embrace. “Uh, I—” he started.
And was cut off by the sound of more snores joining the chorus of Garterbelt’s and Chuck’s. Very light, very quiet snores. The angels’ sleeping snoring was breathy above his head, and Brief marveled at how dedicated these two were to being relaxed on their off-time.
Brief squirmed and wriggled a bit to join the two he’d come along with in the first place in their sleeping pile over there, but he was definitely stuck here.
Polyester’s arms were wrapped around Brief’s shoulders, and his chin was resting on Brief’s head. Brief’s head was pillowed against Polyester’s chest, cheek pressed against the very muscular swell of his pecs.
Polyurethane was sprawled on top of him, one of his long legs hooked on Brief’s thighs and one of his arms slung around Brief’s waist. Even in his sleep, Polyurethane held on securely. His nails caught against Brief’s skin, featherlight touches that pulled no pain.
If Brief wasn’t hyper-conscious of the nudity before, he definitely was now.
Sandwiched between the two larger boys’ twin embrace, Brief’s heart was racing even more. All tangled up in a mess of limbs like Brief was one of his body pillows.
Then again, this was probably his first real sleepover with friends under the stars, sorta?
Polyurethane and Polyester seemed at peace. Brief could even hear Polyester’s calm heart beating next to his ear, and Polyurethane was so deep asleep already that he was drooling on him. Brief chuckled to himself. This was just another instance of bros vibing to them, wasn’t it?
He took another deep breath and closed his eyes and tried to “low-key relax” and get some shut-eye. Big dreams to achieve tomorrow.
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