"Do you miss him, m? Were the two of you close?" He raised a single eyebrow.

I tried chatting up an Italian guy this morning, but he said I was too poor to date him. Guess I didn't have enough dough for his tastes.

"I see..." He nodded slowly as m spoke, lowering his cup to set it on the counter. He opened his broad upper limbs to -

- invite m into a hug, a soft smile on his lips. "It's okay if you need to cry or something..."

"Well, you're not are you? I'm here." He gave a stiff nod, fidgeting slightly. He was uncomfortable in emotional - m

- situations, and didn't think he'd be much help. m

Brett stepped closer, taking the mug from m and setting it down, prior to wrapping his strong limbs around the human male's -

- frame, drawing him in against his own. m

"You're okay, you're safe with me..." The taller male ran his fingers through m's hair, before pressing a kiss to his -

- forehead gently. m

"Mason, you don't need to worry. Scott, the pack and I will take care of this. You just need to be careful from now on, m. -

- I don't want you to get hurt, or worse..." He sighed deeply, before inhaling against m's short, dark hair.

When m comes over to 'study'.

Brett's fingers slid through m's hair, humming gently in order to soothe the other teenager. "You won't, handsome."

Come and get it, m.

He drags m into bed beside him, legs wrapping around the boy before he fell asleep.

Brett groaned out, rubbing his eyes and gazing up at m. "Morning, beautiful."

Too hot for clothes.

Brett silently crept up behind m, strong upper limbs encircling his waist, thumbs teasing at the skin beneath his shirt.

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