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With Malcolm, Third person pov
Malcolm looked at Connor, he knew why he fell in love with him. He loved the way his brown hair would sway in the breeze, he loved how fluffy it looked, he loved how Connor knew when something went too far, he loved how Connor actually apologized and sounded sorry for when a prank caused damage, whether physical or mental. He just loved him.
”Malcolm! Earth to Malcolm? You there?” Erupted Annabeth, waking Malcolm from his trance.
“Sorry,” mumbled Malcolm “I was just thinking.”
Annabeth looked at her brother and replied “Thinking about what? Connor? Cause you’ve been staring at him like he’s the only person in the world for the past 5 minutes.”
Malcolm’s ears turned red, his sister did NOT just call him out like that. “Be quiet Annabeth!” Hissed Malcolm.
“I’m just saying! Do you like him?” Asked Annabeth.
Malcolm looked at his sister and whispered “Maybe,” he tried looking for anything on her face that could tell him what she was thinking, but he couldn’t “But it’s not my fault! I just really like him!” He added.
Annabeth grabbed her phone, “You know what, I’m not dealing with this today. Text me if you need anything.”
“WAIT ANNABETH DONT LEAVE ME!” Shouted Malcolm, earning a few glances. He watched as Annabeth walked away, leaving him with his thoughts about Connor.
He didn’t wanna think about Connor right now so instead he stood up and started walking toward the woods, but not before making sure no one followed him.
Malcolm had a special spot, his own little hangout area for just himself. It was a little cave near the camp with trees blocking it from anyone who happened to pass by in the woods, or rain. Inside the cave Malcolm had decorated, a few small cute book shaped lights with batteries, a little bookshelf with a few books, a small soft rug, accompanied by a blanket and a few pillows and stuffed animals. He also had a sketchbook, markers, crayons, colored pencils, whatever he need to draw and paint. It was his favorite spot to go. Whenever he and Annabeth got into an argument and he just needed a place to cry, or whenever he just wanted to read in peace without being disrupted, and sometimes if he was feeling horny and didn’t want anyone to know about it, but we don’t talk about that. All kinds of stuff happens in there. Know one knew about this place or where it was.
When he finally got there after a few minutes, he grabbed a book and pulled a blanket over himself trying to read the book. Keyword: Trying. He couldn’t, all his thoughts were on the brunette son of Hermes. He knew he liked the older guy, but still, why was he occupying his thoughts ALL THE TIME. He needed to calm down because some of his thoughts were a bit freaky, like how would it feel to be under Connor while he fucked him roughly….
“Oh my god I need to stop thinking about that…I need help.” He said, feeling a bit wet down there. He was down bad for Connor, he was wet just by thinking about the other man. Malcolm pushed the blanket off of himself, then he look off his pants and boxers.