Gabe's POV:
Oliver was asleep, I could tell from his slow, steady breathing, though he was still clinging to my shirt like it was the difference between life or death. I looked down at the sleeping angel in my arms, his soft dark brown hair and ears, his smooth skin, his shoulders, rising and falling with his deep breaths. I felt my pants get tight again and cursed myself mentally for getting aroused. Sure he was cute, and cool, and warm, and what the fuck is wrong with me. I gently tried to move his hands away from my shirt, to no avail. I chuckled softly to myself. He was falling for me already, I thought as I pulled his hands away when I finally got them to let me go. I put his arms around my shoulders and one of my arms under his knees, the other around his back. I stood up, carrying him with me. He groaned, hugging me tighter and nuzzling his face into my neck. I smiled even wider, if that was possible. He was just so damn cute. I walked over to the door, trying to keep my arms still. I unlocked and opened the door, carefully as I could, with my hand under his knees. I walked into the living room to see a worried Casey pacing back and forth in front of the couch.
"Oh, there you are, I was getting worried!" He said when he saw us.
"He's ok, just worn out," I said quietly, not wanting to wake up the cutie sleeping in my arms. "He's so cute."
"Yeah, don't tell him that. He'll rip out your throat," Casey replied, chuckling as he walked over and putting the back of his hand on Oliver's forehead. "He's warm. He usually gets sick after shifting on command." I hummed in response, looking down at my sleeping angel and noticing that his cheeks were a little red. I sighed, walking past Casey and sitting on the couch, laying Oliver's down beside me and putting his head on my lap. I swiped a lock of dark hair from his eyes, making his ears twitch a little. It was fucking adorable. I looked up when Casey sighed and saw that he was picking up a suitcase and checking his watch.
"If I stay any long I'm gonna miss my flight," he said, clearly annoyed about having to leave. "Please take care of him, he's all I have left."
"I promise, when you get back, there won't be a scratch on him," I stated confidently. And I meant it. I intended to make sure he was safe and sound from anything and everything.
"Muchas Gracias, my friend," Casey said softly, giving me a thankful smile. I had no idea what muchas gracias meant but I'll say it's a thank you.
"Be safe, Casey, and tell whoever called you in this early that their a shithead." Casey laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Ah, if only I could do that without being fired," he said wistfully. It was my turn to laugh, though I tried to keep still as to not wake Oliver. As if reading my mind, Casey told me that Oliver hates being called that, and to call him Ollie. I nodded. He said his goodbyes and left, leaving me alone with my angel.
๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟูซ ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐'๐บ ๐ณ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ถ๐๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐'๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ!?!? ๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ธ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป๐ดูซ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐'๐น๐น ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ปูซ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ 12 ๐/๐ผูซ ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐น๐น๐ ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ท๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ผ๐๐ป ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ธ ๐