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Deo's bed creaked loudly as he got up from it with a tired, loud yawn. Staying up late and doing stuff is really proving to be quite tiring overtime.
He was doing it for the bay, it was okay.
The boy took a glance at his bed where his cat still slept. It was beginning to cave inwards thanks to all the weight it had to carry all the time. He should fix that later as well.
Deo smiled at the sleeping cat before finally walking away from the bed. He didn't go far though, as he stopped in front of a mirror.
The brunette kept a focused pout as he stared at himself, before pulling down on the edge of his shirt to tighten it over his body.
You can't really tell thanks to all the baggy sweaters and whatnot he wears, but he wasn't as lean or tall as everyone would imagine him to be.
Deo had a little bit of a belly. Absolutely no thigh gap was present too thanks to his rather thick, soft thighs. His fingers were stubby, yet delicate. To put it simply, Deo was chubby, and a little short.
Compare him to… Tommy for example. The kid is a total flat stick, and way too tall for his age. The older brunette would probably reach to his chest, and shoulders.
He sighs.
Deo gently touches his chest. The area that all of his boys have flat, consisted of small bumps of chub. They were small chubby boobs, there was no other way to call them. He won't even argue about that.
Actually, the picture of himself with actual boobs was kind of funny to Deo.
Never letting his eyes leave the sight of himself in the mirror, Deo reaches somewhere next to his bed to grab his sword.
He poses a few times, lifting the powerful weapon above his head.
"Looking good." A smile dances across his lips. Despite the unexpected appearance of his own body, the young brunette has no problem with it. His physique is decent, He can fight no problem.
Plus, his faction loves to hug and cuddle him. And he wouldn't exchange that for anything else in the world.
"Get off our land, bitch boy! Or I'll send Deo after you!"
The brunette perked up when his leader used him as a threat again. He liked it, it was funny seeing their enemies' faces, and especially Icebomb's after such a threat.
"You called?" He chimes in, moving to stand next to his blonde best friend.
"Yeah!" Tommy responds, pointing at Icebomb. "I was just telling this guy about our big and scary warrior man called Timedeo~"
Deo contained his fit of giggles wanting to leave his throat, feeling his belly bounce with the suppressed laughter.
"Who, me?" He smirks, taking the courtesy of resting a hand on his hip.
"You flatter me."
"I just- I just walked by!" Icebomb argued. "I didn't even want to start conflict!"
"Well youre still on our fucking land though aren't you!" Tommy swore, waving his hand that would then end up near Deo's. Secretly, he tried to get a hold of the older's soft, chubby hand. The hold was strong, the most reassuring thing in the world.
The older understood the gesture, and let Tommy hold onto him. Deo then snickered as he shot Icebomb a smirk
"You're lucky I don't feel like chasing you today. But I'd suggest leaving before I change my mind."
Tommy enjoys his friend's confident tone. Sure, it must have looked a little silly with how short he was protecting someone so tall like Tommy, but the brunette never ceased to make him feel safe. Wherever, and whenever.
Icebomb ended up running back to Loglagoon with his tail between his legs. He knew better than to mess with the bay's warrior.
"Deoo-!" The blonde called from his seat by the campfire. The mentioned boy immediately gave him his attention, standing up from his task by all the chests in the chest room.
"What's wrong?" His tone sounded uncaring, monotone, but they both knew he cared. Sometimes a little too much.
"C'mere-" Tommy stood up from his seat, motioning the older over. The other does so hesitantly.
"Sit." The blonde points at the seat by the campfire. Blood rushes into Deo's face as he pouts.
"Why?" He raises a brow.
"Ughh you're warm and I'm cold. We're gonna hug right here, and right now. Prick." The blonde blurted out with a single breath, cursing under his breath afterwards.
"Oh." The brunette sounded, before shrugging with a breathy giggle. "Okay."
He sat down on the seat by the campfire, parting his legs a little so Tommy could sit in his lap and use his thighs as extra padding. Tommy eventually did sit down, drawing a grunt out of Deo as he adjusted to the extra weight. The teen was far from heavy though, so it wasn't that bad.
"You're bony as hell." Deo joked, noticing Tommy's elbow poking him in the stomach.
"Don't care, never did." Is the younger's response as he lays his head on Deo's chest, reminding him that the plan was a hug, so he wraps his arms around the boy protectively. Tommy sighs in satisfaction.
The crackling of the fire at night was a great atmosphere setter. As well as the night air, the warmth… Luke and Bitzel had long since gone to sleep, so it was just Deo, and Tommy now.
"Thanks for not making me chase Icebomb, by the way." Deo breaks the silence, recalling their little encounter earlier today.
The blonde snickers. "You've done enough with scaring him like that." As Tommy says that, he leans further onto his older friend, wrapping his arms around his neck. His legs are resting over Deo's thighs. It felt like being hugged by a huge plush bear. Deo's personality honestly came close to it too.
He hears the older boy sigh, before feeling his face nuzzling into his blonde hair. Deo loved doing that, he guessed. Tommy didn't mind.
It was weird to know Deo barely showed emotion. Especially affection… He had trouble with that. But the young leader knew Deo has his own ways of expressing his love for all of them. Maybe this was one of them.
Soon enough, the older boy's breathing turned even and relaxed. His hold on Tommy was still present, strong, Deo for sure had no intention of letting go of his best friend, even while sleeping.
Tommy wasn't against this. Instead, he made himself comfortable on Deo's soft, pudgy body. It was like a comfortable bed…
As in, if your bed could breathe, keep you safe, and love you forever.
"Hey Tommy, have you seen Deo around? He told me he needed some stuff but now I can't find him anywhere."
The blonde in question looks away from the bay's wheat farm, and shakes his head with a shrug, stopping whatever he was doing. "Have you checked in his house?" He asks, before chuckling. "He never leaves, you know." There was a moment of silence as Tommy looked back at the wheat farm.
"Farm, assistant boy!" He orders, earning a rightful groan from Bitzel.
"Some help would be nice!" He retorts as he's squatting over the wet soil, not wanting his new suit to get dirty.
"We should have implemented some other work clothes appropriate for this…" The teen utters, but Tommy hears him.
"A business is a business, my friend! A suit is su-" He giggles. "Suitable for everything."
"Did you really steal my pun?"
It was at this point that Luke rolled his eyes playfully before turning around to walk away from his friends' bickering. Quickly approaching Deo's house, Luke lifts his hand to knock on the door. He gets no answer, so he simply invites himself in. It was funny, all of them had their own house, but the older's house was practically like a hangout area.
"Deo?" He says as he opens the door, and walks in.
He holds in a laugh at the site that he's seeing; Deo is sprawled all over his bed, obviously asleep. He must've passed out of nowhere as his sunglasses were still on, and his white collared shirt was super creasy and messy. The position he was in partly lifted the shirt a bit so now his belly was sort of sticking out for all to see.
"Holy crap." Luke smiles, before walking out to call the rest of the boys.
"Guys come here! Check out Deo!"
And maybe it was about something being up with the brunette that ushered the two over. Tommy's suit had a bit of dirt on it, presumably from Bitzel having thrown some at him to tease.
"What's up with the man?" Tommy lifts a brow. The younger blonde points at the door.
"Go inside, he's totally conked out."
They all enter the dark oak house, a scene that would, for some people, totally be an invasion of all privacy, but they were really all like family; like entering a sibling's room without asking and just standing around.
"Wow." Bitzel smiles.
"Right?" Luke responds.
"I told him to quit working on big projects overnight." Bitzel shakes his head disapprovingly. Sometimes, he felt like he had the most common sense around here, often acting like the business boys' babysitter.
"Let's join him, ey?" Tommy turns to face the two.
"Hell yeah, let's cuddle him to death." The youngest blonde smirks, immediately walking over to Deo's bed. He was quickly followed by the rest of his faction.
And since these three boys are unhinged children, they decided to lay down in the weirdest places possible.
Luke, for starters, decided to straddle Deo's legs with his own as he practically laid along the width of the bed; He was small enough to manage it. Bitzel, being the man of many cats, laid hilariously above and around Deo's head. Any other person would find that uncomfortable, but Bitzel, just like a cat, found it alright.
Tommy found himself laying on the edge of the bed. His legs were partly resting over Luke's, but his head was nested on the older's belly.
There was just something about it, and Tommy couldn't pinpoint what it was. He just liked the warmth and softness of it. Many times he found himself just wanting to lay on top of the older man. It was something so funny to think about. And now he finally got a chance. The brunette's chubby belly was rising with every relaxed breath he took, serving as a sense of comfort to Tommy. All of the teens slowly fell asleep, one by one.
Surely enough, Deo would find himself in a very straddled situation if he were to wake up first. Being a part of yet another cuddle pile, and being his leader's pudgy pillow.
It wasn't like he minded. He didn't, at all.