Nico di Angelo (guide_your_soul) wrote in the100, @ 2016-04-12 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, !storybrooke, anakin solo, nico di angelo |
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WHO: AJ Ramirez (Nico di Angelo) and Anakin Smith (Anakin Solo)
WHEN: April 11th, night time
WHERE: AJ and Anakin's adorable little cottage
WHAT: Fighting over wire goes in a completely different direction.
WARNING: Adorable-ness and making out.
Anakin had a mess on the kitchen table again. To be fair, he had left it clean for most of the weekend, which really, it ought to be an accomplishment, and he ought to get a reward considering that there was a good portion of the time that they ate sitting on the sofa, or standing by the counter because of one of Anakin's messes.
This one he was hoping would be a breakthrough. He'd been struggling with this particular project for most of the month. And yesterday he had been about to give up on the entire thing. The wire grade that he had on hand just wasn't working where he needed it to work, and he'd been about to dump the entire project off into the trash and go for a ride. Only the fact that he really, really did think that this could be something, kept him with his head bent over the metal trying to solve the task in front of him.
It was probably ridiculous to think that he could actually invent something like this over a kitchen table. The days of doing that were long past, especially for someone who had taken more theology than engineering. And something in Anakin's head told him that he should probably just give it up, look for a real job that wasn't just mechanics work at a garage… but he kept feeling like he really could do something, if he just kept working on it, and anyway, he was allowed until he was 25 at least before he gave up on childish dreams and ambitions and settled into something more realistic.
"I think… I got you," he murmured aloud as he managed to thread the wire between the extremely tight metal work. "Yes!"
A mess around the house was hardly something that Angelo wasn’t used to. Even before Anakin moved in, he hadn’t been the tidiest of people. He wasn’t a slob by any means, especially not with Alie coming around to help with the chores, but projects built up and spread out. As long as he didn’t step on something and there was still a place to sit for movies, he was fine.
He’d taken a peek earlier, to make sure that the quiet meant focused Anakin instead of the other boy having left the house. Seeing the sprawl, he decided to leave the mechanic to his devices. At least until…
Pushing himself to his feet, he wandered to the kitchen and rested his shoulder against the doorframe. His head tilted curiously to the side. “That’s a good yes, right? Not one of those yesses that then is followed by a house evacuation, right?”
Anakin looked up at the question and there was a quick grin that came to his face at the sight of Angelo. He really hadn't realized he'd been talking loudly enough to gather Angelo's attention, although he supposed his 'yes' hadn't really been that quiet after all. He raised up the piece he'd been working with even though he was pretty certain it would tell Angelo nothing about what it was that he'd succeeded at.
"No house evacuation forthcoming," he chuckled. "I just finally figured this out, and I think it's got everything connected. So I'll have to hook it up to the computer and see if it actually works on that end, but this --" he couldn't help a broad grin again. "This part worked."
He leaned back in his chair, smug as he looked up at Angelo standing in the doorway. "I think this deserves a drink."
The grin was infectious. Angelo had zero clue what the hunk of metal being held up was or even what it’d do once it was connected to a computer, but Anakin’s reaction was enough. He smiled as he walked over. He placed a hand on the back of Anakin’s chair as he leaned in to give the ‘part’ an appreciative look.
“As long as it’s not more tequila,” he joked. “What’s it-” The question cut off as his eyes slowly narrowed. He didn’t have a clue what the part was, but… a piece looked familiar. It took a few seconds of staring before recognition fully pinged and his lip jut out in a scowl. His eyes raked over the table. Ah ha. Yup. Definitely what he thought it was.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking-” he started before rolling his eyes and leaning farther over to reach past Anakin towards to the roll of wire. “This is mine.”
"I mean, how much tequila are you going to need to be able to handle my full-lengthy description of what it's supposed to be doing and how everything works?" Anakin laughed, but his eyes followed Angelo's hand as he reached for the wire and his eyes widened slightly.
"Oh, hey no, that's definitely mine," he protested back, reaching over to grab Angelo's hand and head it off. "And it's exactly what I needed and I might need more."
“Like Hell it is,” Angelo countered. These scuffles were nothing new to him. Middle child having to pick his battles over which toy to grab, his strategies were plentiful. Sacrifice the targeted arm while it was mid-reach. The poor appendage might never meet its goal, but lucky for him… His other hand snapped towards the wire, using the extra length to his advantage to snag the roll because that hand could be captured too.
“This is so mine,” he said as he waggled the roll in front of Anakin’s face. “See? Jewelry wire. Says so right there. Mine.”
Anakin definitely had the disadvantage with having been the only child. He also, had the unfortunate disadvantage of Angelo being rather taller than he was, and that height was being used to every inch of Angelo's advantage in the moment. The other disadvantage Anakin had Angelo didn't even know that he was holding over him, and that was the fact that he smelled amazingly good, and he was way too close. All of this really only made Anakin more determined to win this particular round.
"You know, I'm pretty certain you attached that to it so that you could just lay claim on all of my supplies," Anakin protested, reaching his hand up to try to grab the wire back from Angelo. "Which, is completely unfair, against the rules, all that stuff." He grabbed Angelo's waist to give himself a bit of leverage to grab his hand with the wire. "Come on Angelo."
It was Angelo’s turn to look smug. As soon as Anakin reached, his arm went up. Yeah, yeah, cheap trick, but if everyone was going to keep asking about the weather up there, he was going to use the height to his advantage. Laughing, he shook his head.
“Uh huh, yeah, that’s me,” he teased, as he dodged his arm back and forth from Anakin’s attempts. His other hand clamped on Anakin’s shoulder, half to help him keep his balance and half to keep the other boy down. Especially considering that pressure on his waist he was just going to ignore. “Sneaking into all the jewelry supply stores and putting jewelry labels on them. You’ve caught on to me horrible, horrible plan. What am I going to do now?”
"You know, I knew you were really into this jewelry thing, but this is taking it a step too far," Anakin returned back.
All right, height was going to not be a feasible thing to beat - and Anakin knew that, so something different had to happen and unfortunately he was not a Jedi Knight like his namesake so that something wasn't going to be as simple as just levitating the wire out of Angelo's hands. Or hand, the other one being frustratingly on his shoulder, which meant that jumping up wasn't an option either. But he still had his hand on Angelo's waist, which was warm and strong, and maybe just a little bit ticklish… Anakin raised an eyebrow, and with a small smirk, slid his fingers along Angelo's side, playing for the edge of his t-shirt to find actual skin.
Warning bells started up at that smirk. That look spoke of mischief. Plus it was very distracting. Angelo couldn’t let himself be distracted. Not when the fate of his wire was at stake. He wasn’t really that ticklish. Or well, again, siblings. He learned to mind over matter that weakness years ago. A necessity when doing negotiations, especially when he was actually smaller than all of them.
He hadn’t quite prepared himself for fingers against skin though. He let out an undignified yelp as he bent over to shy away from tickling. His hand with the wire was still held as high as he could, but the hand on Anakin’s shoulder slid off to try and grab Anakin’s hand to stop with poking. “Ah- ha- n- no fair!”
"Ha!" Anakin laughed. No, he still didn't have the wire back in his hand, but he didn't actually care about that at the moment. He'd gotten Angelo to jump and that was almost as good for the moment. Plus, there was the way his stomach sort of dropped out at the warmth of Angelo's skin against his fingers. Really, he should probably not have started that, because they were so close right now, and Angelo's hand had dropped off his shoulder which, really, meant there was nothing holding him back.
It would have been a lie at this point to say that Anakin had never thought about doing what he did next, because he had thought about it, rather more times than he liked to admit to. But it wasn't exactly a lie to say that he really didn't stop to think about whether it was a good idea right then. Then again, just acting and not entirely thinking through all of the consequences was kind of something Anakin was prone to doing.. He dropped his hand from reaching for the blasted 'jewelry' wire to Angelo's neck instead, which was honestly as warm as his abdomen, and with nothing to keep his feet flat on the floor he pushed up to press his lips to Angelo's.
His eyes went wide and Angelo froze, the roll of wire slipping through his fingers to fall to the floor. He’d thought that Anakin’s grab for his neck would be to give himself some leverage to get to his upraised hand, not… kissing him. Anakin was kissing him. Anakin was kissing him. He’d be lying if he said this whole situation hadn’t flitted through his head before. He liked Anakin. He looked forward to hanging out with him and talking to him, even if they were living together so that time happened more often than when the other boy was at college. And, well, the good looks were an added bonus, even if it was so unfair when Anakin walked around shirtless. Anakin was a good friend.
Which was what usually pushed that quick fantasy thought right straight back out of his mind. Angelo didn’t want to be that guy and even if he was usually good about staying friends after dating, he didn’t want to mess this up. Plus, house booty was bad booty.
But now… Anakin was kissing him. Still not quite believing this was actually happening, his arm wrapped around Anakin to pull him closer and keep him steady. His eyes sliding closed, he leaned into the kiss as the hand originally trying to push Anakin’s hand away now pressed his fingers back under his shirt in encouragement.
Being pulled closer meant that Anakin committed to the kiss, sliding his fingers just a little further up Angelo's neck, closing his eyes, and taking advantage of having been pulled closer to step in. Angelo was enough taller that Anakin had to press himself taller, pull Angelo lower, and breathing really wasn't happening as he was ultra aware of his own heartbeat and the feel of Angelo's hand against his back.
But breathing was going to have to happen, and as he pulled back to allow it, along with oxygen came that rush of everything that he'd just done. Exactly how many beers had he drank with supper? It should not have been enough to blame that action on alcohol, or really anything other than he'd wanted it, and he'd acted without thinking much ahead of himself. He lived with Angelo. They were friends. First and foremost they'd always been friends, and he knew he'd never even begun to explain to Angelo that he wanted to spend time with him not just because they were friends, or shared a house, but because he'd been nursing a crush since some point in college.
His heart was beating so loudly Anakin was certain Angelo could probably hear it. But if Angelo hadn't wanted it, surely he would have pulled back instead of pulling Anakin in, right? So he looked up to meet Angelo's eyes, and offered the briefest of shrugs. "So, uh, you were saying?"
Anakin didn’t have to look far. Even if breathing was needed, Angelo had leaned in, trying to follow the kiss for more. His imagination really hadn’t done this justice. When he let himself imagine it that is. Now, all he really wanted to do was to add a bit more research for any future times he decided it was ok to fantasize a bit.
It took a few moments for him to realize that Anakin had asked something. Something about… what had he been saying? While he tried to remember what they’d been talking about before the kissing, his mouth open and blurted out, “A bed would be nice.” His cheeks went red as soon as the words registered. “Uh.. um.. I mean, not like… just… a sofa or chair or… table, something… just…” He made a little face. “My neck might start cricking if we… more… like this… and…” Glancing over at the cluttered table, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. “Wait… did you do this just to get the wire back?”
"The table's kinda," he raised his eyebrows. "Well…"
Had Angelo really just gone straight to bed? And with that suggestion pulled Anakin's stomach out completely he was pretty certain - it had just floated away, but he didn't need it right now anyway so who really cared? The blush was fantastic, Angelo was fantastic, and Anakin might have pulled back to do breathing, but he was finding himself still breathless and he pressed in for another kiss, this one more intentional, as he teased Angelo's lip with his own. How long had he wondered what it would be like to kiss Angelo? The answer it seemed like, was amazing. He pulled his other hand up so that he could cup Angelo's jaw in his hands.
Probably it would have been smart to stop, to talk, to try to figure out what the hell Anakin had just pushed them into but really he just wanted to kiss Angelo again and…"I really don't care about that damn wire," Anakin said, tugging on Angelo's shirt to pull him into another kiss. The sofa was safe - probably the sofa was safe, so he tugged Angelo, not pulling his lips away from the other man's until he half tripped over a box of spare bolts, and the momentum from that pulled them apart. He caught himself on the front of Angelo's jacket and he was certain he hadn't any interest in the sofa really. "Yours or mine?" He whispered as he found Angelo's lips again.
Angelo couldn’t help the amused grin curving his lips. He liked this new side of Anakin. Ok, so he liked all sides of Anakin, even when he was being annoyingly competitive, but he was getting a new appreciation of this. The kisses. The tugs. The eagerness. All in the face of random tripping hazards. Hmmm, maybe this’d be better encouragement to keep the place tidy while Anakin was working on his machines…
Keeping his arm around Anakin to maybe help balance the boy, he tried to stay bent over enough so that their faces wouldn’t part too much. The question didn’t take much thought. He wasn’t sure exactly where this was going. Yes, there was making out, but… as far as he knew, Anakin had no experience in this. Well, this with a guy. That eagerness and hunger and just frustration could go pretty far and he knew where all of his supplies were. Even if the answer was easy, he lingered a bit, enjoying the kiss and teasing Anakin’s lower lip before finally parting the bare minimum to speak.
“My room,” he breathed out, voice husky. Then he smirked. “I at least know my bed’s cleared off.”
"Hey!" Anakin breathed out, trying to sound indignant and the perceived insult, but he really couldn't manage much indignation. He kinda liked the feel of Angelo's arm around him - like it was meant to be there - and it was making it a little difficult to focus on supposed insults. He smacked Angelo's shoulder gently and just leaned in to catch a kiss again.
This hadn't been in his original plan for the evening, but his mechanical project was forgotten in the discovery that Angelo seemed to enjoy being kissed and kissing back as much as Anakin enjoyed kissing him. Anakin closed his eyes again and leaned in, pressing lips once again to Angelo's warm ones.
He pulled back just enough to look up at Angelo, a smirk crossing his face as he looked at Angelo's. "Your room then," he agreed. And after a moment he raised his eyebrows at Angelo, a wicked grin on his face as he pulled out of the other man's grasp. "Last one there is buying coffee on Sunday," he threw over his shoulder as he darted out of the kitchen.