Tristan’s Point Of View
I woke with a start, and flinched, everything hurt. Everything hurt so bad and I didn’t rember a thing. I rembered having hallucinatory nightmares. I took the pink syringe...
’What the fuck happened after that...?’
I tried to roll over to my back and realized that it would be impossible. Because Sylvester was literally still inside . I wanted to scream. I was squished in between Ferdinand and Sylvester, they had co back like they said they would, but when? Also how did we get like this?
My head was spinning and I was so confused. The laspe in my mory was quite alarming. I wasn’t sure of what I said or did. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to rember, because everything hurt so bad it had to be extre.
"F-Ferdinand...? Sylvester...?" I said.
Even my voice was hoarse like all I did was scream last night. That embarrassing revelation made want the ground to swallow whole.
Neither Ferdinand nor Sylvester stirred an inch, and I wanted to cry. I tried to lift my arm but I didn’t have the strength. I finally felt my tears well up in hopelessness.
Then, I heard a rustling sound coming from behind Ferdinand and looked up. Even in the dark, Cole’s eyes were a beautiful sight for sore eyes.
"Tristan...? Why are you crying?" He asked.
"Help ... everything hurts... and Sylvester is..." I couldn’t finish my sentence.
Luckily, Cole was smart enough to piece it together and let out a heavy sigh. Then he slapped Ferdinand and Sylvester on the back of their heads. It made a cathartic thwack.
"AH! No wait!"
They both woke up angry. However, Sylvester tried to sit up too fast and I nearly died. The pain was excruciating.
"Get. Out. Of. . Right. Now!" I groaned harshly.
Sylvester sucked in a harsh breath and slowly extracted himself from within . It was twice as painful as before, I couldn’t stop my tears from falling.
"Are you okay, Tristan?" Ferdinand asked.
"Bath..." I murmured.
"Sure thing!" Ferdinand and Sylvester said in unison.
They both climbed out of the bed imdiately and headed towards the bathroom.
"Bel...?" I groaned.
"Yea, I’m up. What do you need, babe?" He said, gently rubbing my back.
"Clothes... from your closet..." I replied.
"Pajamas from ?" He asked quizzically.
"Its... Tuesday, isn’t it?" I asked.
I was pretty sure it was Tuesday. However, since I didn’t rember much from yesterday I could be wrong. It could still potentially be Monday. I was beginning to doubt myself.
"Yes, you’re right. I’ll go get them for you then." He said, kissing my temple before leaving the bed as well.
"Cole...?" I said, looking up at him.
"Yes, beautiful?" He asked, saddling up beside .
"Hold ..." I said, crying anew.
"Okay. Don’t cry, it’ll be okay. Tell what’s wrong? Did you have another nightmare?"
I slowly shook my head. I was living the nightmare currently.
"I don’t rember... what happened... last night." I cried.
Cole looked at in shock, then he began wiping my tears.
"Nothing at all? What’s the last thing you rember?" He asked, putting my head on his chest and rubbing my back.
"That damn... pink syringe... then it goes black..." I sobbed harder.
"It’s fine Tristan, nothing terrible happened. You were just a little too... sexy..." He said, resting his chin atop my head with a chuckle.
"Tristan, the bath is ready." Ferdinand said, coming from the bathroom.
"It’s fine Tristan. It will be alright..." Cole said kissing my forehead and sitting up.
"Are you coming too?" I asked him.
"Do you want to?" Cole asked with a chuckle.
I hesitated for a mont, but then I nodded my head. Currently he was the only one who knew that I didn’t rember anything from the night before.
"Okay, just give a bit. I have to go get so clothes too." He said, wiping the remaining tears off my face.
"C’mon Tristan, stop crying. You’re making my chest hurt." Ferdinand said while scooping up.
"NGH! H-Hurts.... So... D-Damn.... Much..." I groaned.
"Ah, right. Sorry about that... forgive Tristan." He said kissing my face all over.
I didn’t reply, I just accepted his kisses as he took to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom the warm steam enveloped entirely. The sll of lavender, honey, and vanilla were tantalizing.
Ferdinand walked right into the tub with in his arms, and sat down. Sylvester climbed in after us. The water was much hotter than usual, and the temperature seed to escalate when Sylvester turned the jets on. My body on the other hand, savored every mont of it.
"Sorry Tristan, I had a hard ti picking out an outfit for you." Bellamy said walking in.
"Can I see... what you chose?" I asked.
"Of course. What do you think about this?" He said with a big smile.
I was curious about what kind of pajamas Bellamy chose for , since I otherwise never got to wear them. However, I was not expecting the sight before at all.
He had a pair of hot pink plaid pajamas with black and gray lines crossing over them. They were actually really cute, but the confidence he had to have while buying them spoke volus. I let out a small chuckle and he instantly pouted.
"You don’t like them?" He asked, looking heartbroken.
"No, no. I love them silly! I aspire to have your kind of confidence." I said.
I suspected that everything in his closet for was in a variation of pink. The store clerk definitely gave him scrutinizing looks while ringing him up.
"You look good in anything. I just think pink is the best color for you." He replied, clearly oblivious to my thoughts.
"Join us, Bel..." I said.
"What, really?" He asked, confused.
"Yeah, it’s a boyfriend bath." I said with a smile.
Cole entered a beat later and also climbed in. It seed awkward at first, that is until Bellamy said sothing that made my head spin.
"So, Tristan told he loved countless tis last night. It was a good night indeed. How’d it go in Maihzdin, losers?"
I stared at him in total shock. He couldn’t really brag about it to Ferdinand since I was pretty sure I had already told him that I loved them all, and Ferdinand seized the opportunity to dash his happiness to smithereens.
"Tristan told he loved last night and last week. You’re late Bel. Maihzdin was fine too by the way. Not that you actually care. And another thing, do not give Tristan the entire pink syringe again, he really had a hard ti last night." Ferdinand said glaring at Cole and Bellamy.
"Uh... I gave myself the injection. Don’t be mad at them..." I said.
I didn’t know what happened after that, but I definitely rember doing it myself.
"Wait, last week? You lie!" Bellamy retorted.
"I wouldn’t lie about that. He said he loved and all of us for giving his siblings a better life." Ferdinand replied with a smirk.
"Listen, about last night... Tristan doesn’t rember any of it. I suspect that his mind is subconsciously trying to save him from the shock of it all..." Cole said, taking everyone by surprise.
I couldn’t help but notice that he seed a little bitter or hurt even, by that news. Sothing must have happened that he hoped I’d rember. I felt terrible about it, but sothing told last night was better left forgotten.
"Even more reason to never give you the full injection again." Ferdinand asserted.
He gently washed my body and then sat down in front of Sylvester, who then began to wash my hair.
"Hmm? So you don’t rember anything huh?" Sylvester asked, sounding skeptical.
He then leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Not even the part where you played with your hole in front of us, and then begged and Ferdinand to fuck you at the sa ti?"
I felt my face heat up and my pheromones flare out of control.
"What the fuck Syl!?" Ferdinand yelled, slapping him on the back of the head.
"I-I’d like to g-get out now..." I mumbled.
I didn’t even want to think about whether or not he was serious. The aching pain I felt in my lower half told he might actually be serious, in which case I definitely didn’t want to rember the events of last night.
Bellamy was the first to snatch out of Sylvester’s hands and rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Then he lifted out of the water and grabbed a towel.
"Cole grab his clothes for , please." He threw over his shoulder as he carried out to the bedroom.
"You know, I very passionately confessed my love to you last night. Kinda sucks that you don’t rember." Bellamy said, kissing my temple.
"Did Cole do sothing similar? Is that why he looked so wounded?" I whispered back.
"Yep. That’s probably the case. I know my feelings are hurt..." He chuckled and then pouted.
I couldn’t tell from his face if he was serious, but the extra troubling anxiety I felt from him told he was putting on a brave face. I was feeling like total shit...
"I’m sorry Bel..." I murmured...
"Don’t sweat it. I’ll tell you as many tis as you want. My feelings won’t change..." He grinned.
’Haaah... what the hell did I do...?’
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