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clothed feet patter against cold, grey title. repeated breaths flow out of rosy lips like a sunday-morning tune. said feet stop at the sink, thin fingers making their way to turn on the cold water, other hand tucking away too-long chocolate curls. he reaches for a near by glass.
the boy sighs, fingers trembling as he takes a sip. it's the opposite of what he feels– like the last fall breeze before snow starts to come down. he gulps it all down, finishing a sigh before repeating the movement again.
"hey, adam," a voice calls, adam suddenly feeling a sharp pain through his elbow, water spilling over the tip and splashing onto his toes. he meets the other's eyes for a brief moment before looking away to the bare shoulder.
"didn't mean to scare you, gorgeous," nigel says, leaning against the kitchen island, eyeing the jittery boy in front of him. he tilts his head as he lets his eyes wonder over the smaller's body, almost like admiring a painting. he is gorgeous, after all. he swallows down a chuckle as he notices adam's posture becoming straighter, sapphire eyes searching for something else other than his.
"its okay, nigel. i didn't hear you come in." another brief moment of eye contact and adam fails to control the small smile that spreads across his face. nigel is wet– drenched top to bottom in water, ashy brown strands placed nearly perfectly against his
foce. his body is glistening under the moonlight, given since adam didn't bother turning on the kitchen light. he finally makes his way down his torso, stopping at the loosely wrapped towel around his waist. the younger bites his lip, refraining from saying something perverted.
"did you hear what i said, adam?" the question makes adam's eyes widen just enough to make nigel squint his eyes in curiosity. the other boy runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. nigel repeats his request, wanting a glass of water. while adam turns to run the faucet, nigel pushes himself off the kitchen island, hand gliding against the counter as he stops in front of adam. adam turns around and nearly hits his elbow again, he looks at nigel with puppy eyes he just can't stand.
a hand big enough to hold both of adam's wrists at once rest on his forehead, adam leaning into it as much as he tries not to. "you feeling okay, sweetheart? you feel a bit warm."
adam shuts his eyes closed, stammering over his words. "yeah, i just got a bit warm in my room..thats all. uhm, could you.." he opens his eyes, fingers now tapping away at the counter. he meets nigels eyes fully now, for the second time that night. nigels are hazed, staring down at him sweetly. too sweet, like hes always been to adam. theres a small smile on his lips, just nearly a smirk. he tilts his head, hand coming to linger on his cheek before its gone suddenly. adam misses the touch not even a second later.
"could i what?" theres the smirk. adam wonders if the side of his face ever gets tired from doing that all the time (he'll have to ask one day). adam isn't entirely oblivious– he knows what flirting is and he knows he isn't good at it. he's assumed nigel's flirted with him before, but since nigel moved away and barely kept in contact with him unless he was around his sister beverly, he's let the thought slip his mind. plus, nigel treated him like a kid sometimes. swinging an arm around his neck, ruffling his hair– he can't possibly like him.
"your hair is really wet and it's getting on my shirt and i would hate to have to change." it comes out as nothing but rushed, offering a smile as a way to say "sorry". nigel smiles, shifting from one leg to another, not letting up the barricade he's created with his arms around adam. he runs a hand through his hair letting the water drip onto his shoulders and back rather than the younger's.
"you're cute, you know that?" of course adam doesn't, nigel knows he doesn't. he tells him all the time hes cute, a pretty boy, gorgeous. but adam lacks confidence, which makes him insecure, which makes nigel a little upset but at least its easy to make him flustered and squirm. "so polite, so pretty, so...fucking adorable."
before adam can sqeak out a response, nigel lets up his arms, getting his glass of water and turning his back to stand against the island again, changing the topic. "how's school, adam? you start college yet?" nigel knows he hasn't. if he did, then beverly wouldn't have shut up about it whenever he called. still, he likes when adam talks about anything and everything.
"it's going okay. i'm still in robotics. and no, i start next summer. i'm considering doing online courses, it will probably be easier since..you know. how- how are you?"
"same old, same old. you remember darko? about my height, dark hair - yeah him - he got married to some girl. she's so fucking bossy, adam, i swear. and it was either coming here or fucking...listening to that whiny bitch. and i missed you guys more than i ever will bucharest." nigel grins at adam, laughing at the way his nose scrunches up at the rudeness of his words.
a silence falls between the two, only to be saturated with adam's voice. "hey, nigel? can i ask you a question?"
"lay it on me."
"i saw this trick in a movie where this girl lights a cigarette with her feet and it sounds really gross but it looked cool and i want to try it. since you smoke. can i do that to you?"
you can do anything you want to me, he wants to say. but he refrains. "yeah, of course. you wanna come up to my room? theres a window." its more suggestive than he intended it to be, but adam doesn't notice. or doesn't mind. either way, adam nods and nigel takes his hand as they make their way down the hall and into his room. like a true gentleman.
when they enter, nigel lightly nudges him to his bed, guided with a hand on his lower back. his room is plain, given the fact that he just "moved in", but still very nigel. wooden floors, decorated with a small plaid rug. his bed is right under the window, on top some white and beige sheets with a few clothes on top. on his desk, right beside the closet lays a pack of cigarettes, two ashtray's, and something else adam can't pay attention to because nigel is getting dressed right in front of him and he can't take his eyes off of the older man.
"take a picture, it'll last longer."
and adam groans at that. nearly a squeal, covering his face in embarrassment. not even a minute after, hands grab his wrists and he's met with a grin. fang-like teeth on display and all. "i'm kidding, gorgeous. stare as much as you want." somehow the reassurance makes him even more embarrassed, eyes shutting closed. nigel laughs, getting a cigarette and lighter from his desk before sitting next to adam on his bed.
"come on, i'm fucking with you. you wanna show me your trick, don't you?" when adam finally opens his eyes, his mouth is in a pout. nigel pushes hair from his eyes and behind his ears. he gets so red, it's adorable. "alright, pretty boy. hows this work?"
adam smiles, shaking his head. "get on the floor and turn to me." nigel follows his instructions, adam getting the lighter from his hand and placing it in between his toes. he flips the top off, pulling on the mini wheel that ignites the flame. he turns to nigel, the other leaning in just enough to let the stick catch flame. in a swift motion, nigel closes the lighter and lets it drop to the ground.
adam laughs to himself, music to nigels ears. "that was really cool." nigel stands up, going to crack the window before the smoke starts to engulf the small space. nigel lays down on the bed, beckoning adam to lay with him. adam obliges, laying down with him. "did you like it, nigel?"
nigel hums around the cigarette, sighing. "it was pretty cool, sweetheart." he turns to look at adam, only to find adam staring back. they laugh, bodies trembling with the deep vibrations. nigel sits up on his elbow, looking down at adam. "i have a trick too, if you wanna see."
adam nods eagerly. nigel takes the cigarette and keeps it secured in his hand as he leans down. it's abrupt, earning a small whine from the smaller boy. their lips clash together not like swords in a fight but similar to the way the ocean water spits out against sand. comforting. adam wraps a hand against nigel's neck, deepening the kiss. after what seems like a lifetime (neither would be complaining if it truly was), nigel pulls back with a sigh.
"that was a really cool trick."
nigel whole-heartedly laughs, taking another drag. adam sits up against the wall, knees pulled to his chest as he admires nigel.
"i can show you another one if you're interested?"
and adam gets it now. he hides away in his chest, though theres no point since nigel has seen him red and embarrassed nearly all the years they've known eachother.
he hears shuffling on the bed and removes his head from his lap, seeing the other put out the cigarette on the ash tray. he turns back to adam, smile on his face.
"you wanna sleep in here tonight? its cooler. plus theres me."
adam nods, although he's not entirely comfortable with the idea of sleeping in a bed that's not his tonight, there is nigel. and his room is definitely cooler. nigel gives him a kiss on the cheek before getting under the covers, large hand wrapping around a small waist.
then, adam decides he is interested in that second trick.