[he snorts, pulling off his partially laced boots - they'd been tied loosely - and padding over to the end of the bed. he stands there for a moment only to look with a distant adoration. a world where Nick can sprawl in a bed that is designated to be his own, he briefly thinks that he could be comfortable here. the thought is quickly washed away by the haunting reality that none of this will last.]
I still think my bed at my parent's trumps them.
[he'll take advantage of what he can. he crawls lazily, hands and knees making the mattress dip, into Nick's space. limbs find themselves beside his body as he holds himself above him. the rosary around his neck finally makes an appearance, slipping out of his shirt and threatening to brush up against Nick's nose. more soft glances, from his eyes to lips and neck to eyes again. no one receives as much honest love from August as Nick does, and while he holds his gaze he thinks about kissing him but doesn't, content in suspending them in the moment.]
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I still think my bed at my parent's trumps them.
[he'll take advantage of what he can. he crawls lazily, hands and knees making the mattress dip, into Nick's space. limbs find themselves beside his body as he holds himself above him. the rosary around his neck finally makes an appearance, slipping out of his shirt and threatening to brush up against Nick's nose. more soft glances, from his eyes to lips and neck to eyes again. no one receives as much honest love from August as Nick does, and while he holds his gaze he thinks about kissing him but doesn't, content in suspending them in the moment.]
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