Whipped
229 Words
Dylan woke up with a slight headache. He turned to find the bed empty, He got out and dragged himself downstairs where he found Michael chatting away with Jack. Orion was on the table looking at Michael, cuddling a cup of coffee to his chest. Vincent was sitting opposite to Orion, reading through some papers. Dylan stood there watching Orion. He would stare at the newspaper, take a sip of his coffee and then sneak a look at Michael. Dylan also spotted a small pout on Orion's face. Somehow he was looking soft, younger, like a teenager.
Then it hit Dylan. He smiled to himself. He's gonna have fun with this one. He would have to find what was going on with them first. He walked downstairs and slid next to Vincent, Leaning against him. Vincent kissed the top of his head. This was nice. Orion smiled at Dylan. He looked happy. Dylan felt good at that. Whenever he looked at Orion before he used to feel as if Orion was always at conflict with himself. It wasn't the same Orion He had met before. It was the Orion who was in love. Dylan was damned sure of it.
Michael turned to look at all of them, Smiling at Orion first and then at the rest of them. Orion's face had gotten a little pinkish, This guy was whipped.
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