[he carefully adjusts himself, head leaning on his arm in a way that he's sure will make it go numb, but he doesn't care. he'll probably wake a few hours later and realize where he is again, only to fuck Nick awake (and back to sleep). all he's ever wanted is right here. in the dark void that August usually walks alone, Nick has appeared with outstretched arms to drag him out of it - or be drawn in.
he feels the pull between them, the urge to keep saying those words over and over again just as Nick does. the weight of exhaustion is heavy, preventing him from doing anything more aside from nod sleepily, arm hooking around Nick's waist to pull him as close as humanely possible. as if that's enough. two people who care so intensely for each other, unable to properly articulate it. it's weirdly comforting to be entwined like this, as warm and welcoming as a freshly drawn bath.
he's perfect against him, with him. so long as Nick will give, he'll take. he presses one last kiss to his lips before he falls asleep.]
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he feels the pull between them, the urge to keep saying those words over and over again just as Nick does. the weight of exhaustion is heavy, preventing him from doing anything more aside from nod sleepily, arm hooking around Nick's waist to pull him as close as humanely possible. as if that's enough. two people who care so intensely for each other, unable to properly articulate it. it's weirdly comforting to be entwined like this, as warm and welcoming as a freshly drawn bath.
he's perfect against him, with him. so long as Nick will give, he'll take. he presses one last kiss to his lips before he falls asleep.]