Nico Majors (soverystiled) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-01-14 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | lyle, nico |
Monday - March 23rd, 2009
Who: Lyle and Nico
When: Morning
Where: Their apartment
What: Affection
Rated: NSFW
Generally speaking, Nico was not a very affectionate sort of person. But today he was feeling a bit frisky and he wasn't exactly sure why. He'd woke up in a good mood. He could only assume that was due in part to the fact that he'd slept well the night before and the plants were finally thriving again. The coffee was brewed and ready, the kitchen and the rest of the apartment cleaned, and all of that was done before Lyle had even woken up, though he finally had and was presently in the shower.
Nico was waiting for him to get out when a thought struck him; why wait for him to get out when he could just join him. So he headed into the bathroom as quietly as he could and stripped off all his clothes. He was trying to be sneaky as he inched the curtain back and slipped inside, though he doubted he was all that successful. Sliding arms around Lyle's waist, he pressed a kiss against his neck.
~~~
Lyle was not, and never had been, a morning person. The fact that sunlight was no longer his friend certainly didn't help that any. His ex girlfriends had often told him that they could set off bombs next to his head and still he'd keep sleeping. So Nico could have paraded into the bathroom with a big brass band, Lyle wouldn't have heard him coming. Or at least, his still half functioning brain wouldn't hve registered it. He had woken up, tried to flatten his hair into some kind of order, realized he couldn't and went into the shower. There hadn't even been enough time for his his morning wood to go down.
Head beneath the stream of water, Lyle's eyes were closed until he felt something touching him. Thet something was quickly recognized as a someone, and Lyle froze. Until he felt someone's dick brush against his ass. "Oh, good," he sighed, not a reaction he'd have ever imagined himself to have for that. But Nico wasn't the kind of person to do something like this, so Lyle's mind had jumped to the most logical person- Ingrid. And if it wasn't her, then it'd be Peyton. And neither option was good. "Mornin'," he grumbled, scrubbing his face with his hands beneath the water.
~~~
That wasn't exactly the reaction he was expecting either. He paused when Lyle kind of froze and then he laughed a little in response to that statement. "Expecting someone else?" If he was, Nico would understand that. This was definitely out of character for him, but he was feeling fairly out of character right now.
He grabbed the nearby shampoo bottle and poured a bit into his hands, rubbing them together to work the liquid through his digits before moving his hands up to start working it through Lyle's dark locks. He was quiet for a moment and then he remarked, "I've missed you." That was perhaps an odd statement coming from the man who lived with him, who saw him every single day, but it felt like they'd not spent much real time together lately since Nico had been in his recent mood.
~~~
With a soft laugh, Lyle shrugged. "Maybe," he admitted, shaking himself awake a bit. It was one thing to zone out when he was alone in here, but it'd be kind of rude to do it with Nico here. But when he felt those hands in his hair, those fingers rubbing against his scalp... oh, it was over. Moaning deeply, Lyle let his head fall back a little, grabbing onto the towel rail to keep his knees from just giving up. Nico was going to put him back to sleep.
"Mmm hmm..." he purred, responding before the words actually hit his brain. "Wait, huh? How can you miss me... I live here... mmmmmmm........."
~~~
Nico liked being appreciated. He wouldn't have cared if Lyle had totally zoned out with him in there washing his hair like he was. It would mean he was doing something right and of course he liked knowing that little fact. He laughed at the question and then gave a small shrug of his shoulders, "Because I've been hiding in the grow room for weeks?" He paused and then added, "We've not really had any time with just us lately."
~~~
It was hard to keep up with the conversation, but Lyle was really trying to. "Well you... busy. Dead plants and stuff. An' nightmares... mad at Holly... things happened. Understand. Magic fingers." He laughed a little, letting himself lean back against Nico's body, getting his shoulder and cheek all soapy. "I need to date more botanists. All that digging in dirt makes your hands all... yum." Kissing Nico on the nose, Lyle finally opened his eyes. "Hey, baby."
~~~
"Knead your scalp like it's soil. That's the trick." Nico smirked. He was glad that Lyle was understanding. He didn't push either, which he appreciated. He let him take his time, his space, and he was there when he was ready to come back from it. It was pretty amazing, actually. The kiss on the nose made him grin and he replied, "Hey, yourself." He nuzzled his nose with his and then kissed his lips softly. "Eyes closed. Time to rinse."
~~~
"Kay." With a small smile, Lyle stood upright, putting his head beneath the water and letting all the soap run off. He would never push Nico because Nico hadn't pushed him. And maybe that's what made them work so well. There wasn't anybody pushing- pushing away, pushing too fast, pushing in the wrong (or right) direction. There wasn't a struggle and there wasn't fighting and nobody was trying to change anybody. They just were, side by side, being supportive.
Once all the shampoo was off his head, and out of his eyes, Lyle turned to Nico and slid both hands around the other man's waist, drawing him closer and under the water. Hopefully it wasn't too hot or cold for him. "I think," he said, musing, "that my favorite thing about you is that you've never tried to make me feel guilty. You don't do any of the shit girls do. There's no power play, there's no manipulation. You just... are." A sneaky hand moved behind Nico and squeezed his butt playfully. "And what you are is pretty cool."
~~~
Nico assisted in making sure that all the soap got out of those dark locks so that his hair would be clean and there wouldn't be any build up on his scalp. Good hygeine was of the utmost importance, after all. He was prepared to grab the soap and wash Lyle's back for him too when the other man turned and moved his hands around his waist. He smiled, drawn under the water which was cool but not uncomfortable. "Shut up," he muttered softly. "You're going to make me blush." He slid his hands down Lyle's back to grope his butt in turn as well.
~~~
This scene here was the kind of thing girls fatasized about. They could probably install a few cameras around the apartment, start a webshow and make a buttload of money. Not a terrible idea. Lyle chuckled at the thought of it, though the chuckle turned into a tiny, surprised little noise when Nico groped him. "I live for the days when I see you blush," Lyle told him playfully, but honestly. "Most of the time you're just this meek, quiet little weird guy that hangs around the corner of my day and makes faces at me and picks up my jeans off the floor. Which, by the way, thank you for that. And for emptying the pockets before they go into the hamper." The other hand made its presence known, taking a firm hold on Nico's ass and drawing him closer, both their bodies pressed together. "But sometimes," he continued, his voice lowering, "you get this look on your face that completely changes you. One of those times is when you blush. You look happy, and almost nervous about being happy, like I'm gonna smack it out of your hand like a lollipop. Another one of those times is when you talk about your mom, and your eyes get really deep and thoughtful, and you fidget a lot." Pressing himself even closer, Lyle's lips brushed along the other man's jaw, the very tip of his tongue darting out to flick over the lobe of his ear. "But my very favorite is when you come. And everything Nico thinks he is, or was, just... vanishes. And there's just you, and that face, and your body and your breath and it's all just so real, I'm not really sure I had ever actually seen you before that moment."
~~~
That might not be a bad idea especially since Lyle wasn't rich anymore. Not that money really mattered, especially to Nico. But Lyle was used to a certain lifestyle and Nico couldn't give that to him. At least not until the plants grew and that could be a while before they were ready for harvest again. He'd considered seeking out a bit of help but he hadn't really acted on that thought just yet. He laughed when Lyle started to speak, smiling a little as he remarked, "You're welcome." Nico kept a clean house. He was used to it. Holly never did anything for herself at home and he didn't mind. At least Lyle appreciated it. But then he kept going, and of course Nico'd body language started to stiffen ever so slightly, his modesty showing. A slight blush started to creep into his cheeks the more than he spoke, the rate of his pulse, his breathing, increasing ever so slightly. At that last part, he had to close his eyes, swallowing hard before he managed to speak in a soft, slightly husky voice, "I don't know that anyone had ever actually seen me before then."
~~~
Laughing softly, Lyle bit his bottom lip, running his hand up Nico's back and caressing his neck. "Glad I'm the first," he murmured, pressing a few soft kisses on the other man's neck. "Now I can gloat." He could feel the quickened pulse beneath his lips, teasing at his fingertips, and it made his stomach tighten. He was hungry, but not just in the normal, sustanance requiring way. It was more primal than that. He wanted to know what Nico tasted like, if a man was different than a woman, if it was stronger and bolder, thicker. "Mmm," he moaned softly, drawing in a deep breath, savoring Nico's scent amplified by the water.
~~~
Nico smirked a little. "Not sure that's something worth gloating about but... if it makes you happy." He tilted his head slightly to the side to expose more of his neck for kissing, his hands moving around Lyle's waist to lightly stroke at his abs, gliding up and over his chest. He was beginning to find him more attractive than he had initially. Perhaps this was just the sort of thing that one had to warm up to. He closed his eyes and shivered just a little. He could almost feel what Lyle was thinking right now, read it in the tension in his body and the intent way in which he was kissing his neck. "I trust you," he said softly.
~~~
Lyle liked that Nico trusted him, because it made him feel worthwhile. He had worked so damn hard to get Peyton's trust, and she'd always refused to give it to him, so when Nico just... did, based only on the fact that Lyle tried his best... it was almost overwhelming. And he loved it.
But what Nico meant right then, what Lyle knew that he was talking about, was different. Nico had no idea the kind of damage that could be done, the kind of damage Lyle had done before. He shook his head, drawing back just enough to meet the other man's eyes. "I don't," he said quietly. "I don't know if I can do it right, without... without it going wrong. It always goes wrong."
~~~
"I know you don't," Nico replied simply, regarding Lyle's inability to trust himself. "And you never will if you never try." He moved a hand up to stroke fingers lightly through the other man's hair. "I can always scream," he replied simply. Even with fangs in his throat, he could scream, and that would be enough to stop him. But, "It doesn't have to be right now, doesn't even have to be today, but eventually... I won't settle for letting you live in fear forever."
~~~
Lyle sighed, groaning a little at the end because Nico was right. And Frankie was right. And they both nagged him and they were both right. "You know, I was wrong," he said after a moment. "You are a pushy little nuisance." But Nico was pushing in a good way, and he was doing it gently. Lyle knew it was for his own good and that was the worst part of it. Finally, after another reluctant minute, Lyle sighed. "Is it gross that sometimes I jerk off just thinking about how you taste?" he asked with a small, sheepish smile.
~~~
Nico smirked. He was okay with that. He knew he was right and he was only doing it for Lyle's own good. And someone had to look out for him. No one else ever really had. He was happy to be the first. "Don't lie and say you would have it any other way." He gave him a slight nudge. That admission made him laugh a little though he shook his head and smiled. "No more gross than me... thinking I'd like to watch that." His smile grew somewhat shy as he added in a softer voice, "I'd like to be more... intimate with you if you... If that's something that you want."
~~~
There were several pornos that Nico could watch, if he felt so inclined, that depicted very graphic scenes of vampires feeding. Sometimes the victims were willing, sometimes they weren't. Lyle had seen half of one film, one of the tamer ones, and he'd turned it off pretty quickly. Of course that had been a long time ago, when he'd first gotten to TJS. It might be less horrific now. Maybe he'd find one and they could see it together.
"Intimate?" The word made Lyle pause, his brow furrowed in minor confusion. "We've kind of had sex, I'm not really sure how much more intimate things can get..." He didn't honestly know if he would want that or not. He didn't really know what it was he had to decide upon.
~~~
Nico was referring to Lyle jerking off. He wouldn't mind watching that. Or watching him feed. Or fuck someone else. He wouldn't mind watching him do most anything at all. The idea of being an observer was a bit of a turn on for him though he wasn't sure why. Maybe because, as an observer, he held a small degree of control. He could decide if he wanted to be involved or just sit and watch. That was important to him. Control.
"Once," Nico replied. "Just the once. I guess I just mean..." He lightly stroked his arms. "More often? Or maybe... I dunno. I don't..." He exhaled a small laugh and gave him a sheepish grin. "I don't want you to think I'm a total freak."
~~~
Cupping the other man's face, Lyle shook his head a little, water flying and hitting the shower curtain and the wall. "Baby," he cooed, "You are a total freak. That's one of the biggest things I love about you. And I know that sex doesn't really work with you the way it does with other people. I'm okay with that. I figure if you wanted something, you'd kinda just... I dunno. Take it from me."
~~~
Nico laughed a little, a sound that bordered somewhere between discomfort and amusement. "You're right. I am. And it... I wish that it did, but it doesn't and..." He inhaled a breath and then set him with a serious look. "I think I'd just like to watch. You know, you and... women." He paused and then added, "And then if I wanted to... participate, maybe I could, or maybe I could just.. not and that would be okay too."
~~~
Lyle couldn't even hide the surprise on his face at that admission. He had caught Nico spying on him and Ingrid before, but he'd never really connected that instance and Nico's preferences. Pulling back a bit, Lyle looked at his boyfriend with one eyebrow raised. "You wanna watch me fuck people?" he asked, taken aback. That was just so far gone from anything that he'd ever had with someone before. Sure, Nico wasn't typical, this whole relationship wasn't typical, but... that was really not typical.
~~~
That reaction was precisely what he had been afraid of. And he started to withdraw himself from him, to pull back into himself as he said, "I told you you would think it was weird." He shouldn't have said anything. It was just there, in his head, something he was curious about, that he wanted to try and.. he just thought maybe Lyle could handle it.
~~~
Lyle definitely did think it was weird. All his exes were extremely jealous, sometimes posessive, and cripplingly insecure. Many of them hadn't even liked seeing him talk to other women, let alone sleep with them. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't really imagine a relationship that was open.
"Well," he admitted, "yeah, I mean... I guess I do find it kinda weird." He could tell Nico was drawing away from him, so he forcibly brought him back, wrapping his strong arms around the other and pulling him close. "But I don't think it makes you weird," he added gently. "I've just... never been with someone who would want that kind of thing. I didn't think people like that really existed, you know?" He offered a smile, trying to meet Nico's eyes, trying to get him to come back out from his shell and feel safe. "You're surprising."
~~~
Nico scowled when Lyle pulled him back to him, his gaze downcast, not meeting Lyle's own as he spoke. Finally though, after feeling the pull of the other man's eyes for a bit, he managed to look at him. "I'm fucked up is what I am." He knew it. There was no need to pussyfoot around it. "I mean... don't get me wrong, I could be plenty jealous. I wouldn't want you... replacing me but..." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "I want to be able to share... intimate things with you and I don't... know that I'm ever going to be able to do it in a... a normal sort of way."
~~~
Taking Nico's chin in his fingers, Lyle tilted that face up, met him head on so his words would stick in the other's brain. "You are not fucked up," he told him plainly. "There's nothing wrong with you. Everyone has flaws and scars, but you're not something so far removed from normal. There are people out there who just do whatever they're told because they think that someday it'll be the key to happiness, even though they're miserable now. That's fucked up. You, you're just..." He paused, struggling for the right words. "You're so much more than anyone else I've ever known. You can't even imagine how... just..." Sighing a bit, Lyle smiled, finally defeated. He had avoided actually saying it until this point because he didn't know how Nico would react, how he himself would react, how it would feel to cement things down with the admission. "I am so completely in love with you, you really and honestly have just no idea."
~~~
Nico kind of scoffed. And he was going to tell him that he didn't have to tell him that, that he was okay with it, but then Lyle was speaking more and he didn't want to interupt him. And he supposed that he had a point. At least he was doing what made him happy, not just what was expected of him. And if it was off, so be it. He wasn't miserable. He was happier now than he had ever been in his life. The admission was unexpected, and he looked up at him, eyes wide. He opened his mouth to speak and then shut it, taking a moment just to process. Really, there was only one thing to say right now. "I told you so." He smirked a bit and then laughed.
~~~
"Shut up!" Lyle grinned, shaking his head. "You know, I can't think of an instance within the past two years that I've told someone I love them and they just said it back. Everyone's always gotta give me a hard time." Pretending to sigh with exasperation, Lyle pulled Nico close again, resting their foreheads together. "Just seeing that look on your face was worth it, though."
~~~
That was almost enough to make him feel bad. Almost but not quite. He ran his hands up along Lyle's arms before moving them up to cup the other man's face. "Lyle," he said softly as he pulled back to look at him. "I'm completely in love with you too." Those were not words he would ever say lightly, not words he would ever say unless he meant them completely. And he sealed it with a deep, firm kiss, holding the other man's face in his hands as he pinned him between himself and the shower wall.
~~~
Lyle already knew that Nico had fallen for him. It was obvious in the little things he did, the way he spoke, the things he wanted to do to make Lyle happy. Anyone with half a brain could see it. Still, hearing him actually say it, especially so soft and sincere... It was a good thing Nico kissed him like that, and took away any chance for Lyle to get choked up.
Accepting the kiss, and the body pressing him against the slick tile, holding him steady, Lyle groaned softly and returned the kiss with equal fervor. Fuck, this was good. Shower sex was always good. He broke the kiss just enough to nip gently at Nico's bottom lip, to whisper to him "Can I touch you?"
~~~
And see, that was a part of what made Lyle so fucking perfect. He never assumed but always asked. And that was important to Nico. While there may be times where he felt okay to touch the other man, that didn't mean he would necessarily want the other man to touch him in return. And he had to think about that question for a minute before he answered the question with a question. "Can I touch you too?"\
~~~
"Yes." The word was whispered, practically growled, against the other man's lips. He couldn't imagine touching Nico right now, taking the man's length into his grip without exploding himself. His hand started slow, resting on Nico's chest, trailing downward over his stomach, his nails dragging a bit. He was cautious, taking his time in case Nico changed his mind, in case it became too much, in case... just in case. He didn't want there to ever be a moment when Nico felt rushed, or pushed, or overwlemed and over his head. He couldn't deny that there were times when he wanted to just grab him, shove him against a wall, on the bed, the couch, the bathroom stall in a bar someplace, and just do whatever he could think of. But that day would probably never come, and Lyle was okay with it. Especially when there were moments like right now, when he could feel the anticipation and nervousness and desire pouring off Nico like the water rolling down their chests. With a small, hungry growl, Lyle took the other man's piece in his hand, squeezing gently and his mouth clamped itself hard against Nico's throat, sucking and kissing and leaving his mark. His fangs itched for more, but he waited, for now.
~~~
Nico exhaled a breath in response to that answer. His body gave a soft tremble as that hand began to cautiously stroke its way down his form, his own hands dropping to Lyle's shoulders, lightly caressing his skin. They dropped down to his chest after a moment, delicate brushes of fingertips teasing the other man's nipples which hardened beneath his touch. But before they could go further, Lyle had taken hold of his sex, and Nico gave a groan of appreciation, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tilting to be receptive to that mouth upon his neck. His own hand dropped down to lightly scratch at Lyle's tummy before entangling one hand's fingers in the dark tufts of hair as the other lightly ghosted fingers along the length of his shaft.
~~~
Every muscle that Nico's careful fingers brushed over tensed, his whole body alight and shaking slightly. No woman had ever made him feel this... nervous before, had never made him so anxious and desperate. He couldn't explain why Nico seemed to affect him as much as he did. But everything he did, every touch, almost made Lyle feel like it was the first time anyone had done it. Maybe it was only the empathic resonance feeding into his own emotions. Whatever the reason, those light fingers brushing against his hardness made Lyle gasp softly, then moan deeply, his hips rolling encouragingly into the touch. "Fuck," he mumbled against Nico's wet skin, his tongue soothing the dark mark he'd left.
~~~
Nico felt like a rubber band that was being tested, wrapped around something again and again and again just to see how much pressure he could take before he snapped. Each and every stroke of Lyle's hand made that tension grow and he could feel it tightening in the base of his spine and the pit of his stomach. He was breathing heavy, the hand that had entangled itself in his pubic hair moving down to lightly cub his balls as he wrapped fingers of the other hand around his quickly hardening shaft. He stroked him slowly, evenly, from base to tip, leaning in to ghost his own lips along Lyle's shoulder.
~~~
It was getting to be more than he could take. It had to be Nico's emotions overtaking him, because Lyle had done this countless times before, but it had never felt like this. Just simple touches, hearing that heavy breathing, the heated body against his own, all of it was just incredible.
His own strokes had long since lost their cautiousness, his hand gripping and stroking and coaxing Nico with feverish need. He wanted to see it again, that face, that moment where everything about the other man changed and for just a second he was something else entirely, someone without secrets and darkness and misery and fear and cautious hope. He was just a man come undone, brought to the brink of ecstasy. Lyle wanted that, and he thought he knew a way to get it.
"I wanna fuck someone for you," he murmured into Nico's ear, his hand never relenting in its strokes. "I want you to see what I can do to her, make her body bend, make her moan... you can watch her writhe under me, her legs wrapped around me, begging me not to stop... and know that no matter what she's doing..." Licking his lips, Lyle's other hand gripped tightly into Nico's hair, pulling his head back, exposing his throat for the long, teasing trail Lyle's tongue made over his adam's apple, over the taut cords of muscle beneath the skin. "She doesn't matter. Because I'm thinking about you."
~~~
If Lyle was trying to make him come undone, he was doing a great job of making it happen. Just having him talk about it, hearing about what he was going to do, was enough to make Nico practically vibrate with want. Of course that hand upon his cock had a lot to do with it. And his own movements had started to become a bit messy, a bit jerky and unfocused.
"Oh fuck..." Nico breathed out, his breath hot and heavy against the other man's skin. "I want that," he said in a soft voice. "I.. you..." He shuddered, his free hand moving up to clutch at the other man's form, holding onto him for support as his toes curled. He was close, so close, teetering right there on that edge.
"With me?" He asked in a soft and needy voice. He wasn't sure how close the other man was or wasn't but he wanted them to do it together.
~~~
This was exactly what Lyle wanted, and it gave him a rush to think that he was doing this to Nico, that he was turning him into a helpelss puddle of want. It made him feel powerful, in control, something he'd desperately been lacking lately.
Without speaking an answer, Lyle released his grip on Nico's hair, his hand moving down to caress the hand on his own shaft, fingers closing around Nico's. The strokes on Nico's shaft moved in time with the ones on his own, gentle and guiding. Nico was a mess right now, and he looked incredible and sexy, but if Lyle was going to finish with him he'd need more focus than Nico was probably capable right now. "She's gonna scream my name when she comes," he said huskily, eyes watching Nico's face for every emotion playing out on it. "But I'm going to say yours."
~~~
Nico had never trusted anyone enough to ever be this way with them before. He had never thought that he would. But Lyle was different. He trusted him implicitly. And this moment was... exactly what he needed it to be. He was out of control and he knew it but it didn't scare him, it didn't make him feel freaked out. He wanted it. He wanted to be, to do, to give Lyle whatever he wanted.
He exhaled a whimper as that hand moved down to guide his own, taking a few deep breaths and closing his eyes to try and focus. But just feeling his hand on Lyle and Lyle's hand on him and the way that they moved together as one was making it very difficult for him to get any sort of focus about him whatsoever. Those first words made him shiver, sparks shooting up his spine, but the second words.... They made him lose it all together.
He had no idea how he was even standing still. He damn sure wasn't the one controlling the motion of his hand any longer. Nico's breath hitched in his chest, his toes curled, and a shudder raced up and down his spine from top to tip. Everything else melted away and all he could feel was that fire as it rushed forward from seemingly deep down in his gut and pulsated out of him.
~~~
The fiery heatwave of emotion that radiated from Nico like a dying sun was practically unbearable. Lyle's face flushed, a tiny gasp escaping his lips as he watched the other man tremble and break apart. Watching Nico was enough to get Lyle off, to make his cock pulse and his hand moved just a bit faster, his own seed shooting out and landing on Nico's stomach, the water from the shower quick to wash it away. Giving the other man a moment to recompose, Lyle kept stroking his shaft, gingerly, letting him ride out the climax til the end.
"Hmm," he hummed after a moment, wrapping his arms around the other man and drawing him near. "Perfect."
~~~
Nico was still feeling it when Lyle pulled him to him. He was still trembling, still breathing hard. But he smiled, his own trembling arms encircling the other man's waist. "Fuck you," he said, and then exhaled a laugh. "I hate that you can do that to me." He smirked. "And I love it." He did. He loved the way that it felt, how free he felt with him.
He savored this moment, this closeness, for a long moment before he said in a soft voice, "I made coffee." He lifted his face to nuzzle his nose against his and then kiss him. "Cleaned the kitchen." He smirked and added, "Put a load of laundry in." But then he had to ask, the question burning in the back of his mind. "Did you mean it?" He was curious whether or not he would do what he'd said he would. He hoped so. It might be more than he could handle but that didn't mean he didn't want it.
~~~
Lyle was just about to tell Nico to shut up, to just enjoy the tingling sensation, but then that tiny, insecure voice peeped up. Leaning against the wall, Lyle pulled Nico along with him, though he looked at his face when he spoke. "Have I ever told you something I didn't mean?" he asked seriously, but gently. "Never. And I won't."
~~~
Nico could answer the question only one way. He shook his head no softly, a small smile curling at the corners of his lips. He believed him. He didn't want to. There was a part of him that was terrified of putting that much trust in anyone but... He did, regardless. "Spend the day with me," he suggested after a moment of silence. "We can... play video games and... make out, maybe get a little stoned." He smirked. "Be a hell of a lot more fun than going to class."
~~~
It was obvious, the thoughts going in Nico's head. He was scared. He didn't like how much trust he had set in Lyle's hands. It was okay, because Lyle understood it. A lot of people put their trust in him, and he liked to have it. He wanted to be the kind of person someone could rely on.
Tightening the embrace, Lyle pressed a few kisses along Nico's jaw, along his neck. "Anything you want," he murmured. "Whatever you want, you get it."
~~~
Nico smirked, tilting his head into those kisses as he lightly stroked fingertips against the other man's skin. "Anything I want, huh?" He mused at the thought. "You're going to spoil me." He nipped lightly at the other man's ear and added, "It's supposed to be the other way around."
~~~
With a breathy chuckle, Lyle nuzzled into Nico's skin. "Why?" he asked. "I like spoiling. I like when you stare at the hotel rooms like you can't believe you could be there. I like your faces. All of them. Mostly the funny ones though, you're ridiculous."
~~~
"Because," Nico contested. "I get the feeling that no one's ever done that before and... I like the idea of being the first." But then he called his faces ridiculous and Nico scowled, nudging him slightly. "Your face is ridiculous."
~~~
Oh, all the protestations Lyle could make! His face was not ridiculous, it was in fact very hot. Nico could ask anyone. And second of all, plenty of people had spoiled Lyle throughout his life. His very first girlfriend had taken him ice skating, which wasn't too shabby for an eleven year old. (Of course, he considered her his girlfriend, and she had considered them "just friends" but the point still stood.) And then there was... well... Other people had done things. Lyle was pretty sure of it.
Finally, he settled on a scoff, then grabbed the soap from the little wire dish and started rubbing Nico's back and shoulders with it. "My face is hot," he said defiantly.
~~~
Nico knew he had won, so he grinned like a Cheshire cat and then added, "And ridiculous. Hot and ridiculous." Of course then he closed his eyes to enjoy having his back soaped up. It always felt good to have your back washed by someone else, he was finding. It was like they could get all the bits that he never could quite reach.
~~~
With a fake scowl, Lyle let Nico have his minor victory and focused on the lather building in his hands, on the suds bubbling on the other man's skin. This was good, it was relaxing. He realized that he'd missed Nico too, despite them living in the same apartment. One of them was always coming or going, it seemed they were seperate even though they were together. They were comfortable together, though. It was one of the best friendships and relationships Lyle had ever had.
"How about November of 2010?" he asked idly, his hands running over Nico's back, less washing now and more just rubbing. "An autumn wedding. Something inside an in cool weather."
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Nico had no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned November. He was too caught up in how good the other man's hands felt, enjoying the moment. But then he said the word wedding and that definitely perked his interest. "Wedding?" He asked, giving him a look. He knew they were engaged but... "You... want to get married?"
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Shrugging, Lyle's hands continued their kneading, his tone casual. "I dunno. I mean, it seems kind of suspicious for us to be living together just engaged, no date set. I'm pretty sure the staff already thinks we're full of shit anyway, this might help our case." Turning Nico around, Lyle pulled his back to his chest, arms wrapping around the other man so his hands could wash and rub his chest. "And maybe by the time next November comes around... who knows. Maybe we won't even be here anymore so it won't matter."
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"Well, aren't we?" Nico asked with a soft laugh. "Or.. were anyway." He wasn't so sure that they were full of shit just now, any longer. Things had changed a lot since that decision had been made. "It could," he admitted, though there was that voice in the back of his head that was asking the question that he knew he would have to bring up. "And if we're still here?"
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It wasn't as though Lyle hadn't thought of this. It was an obvious question, one that didn't actually need an answer now but he knew that neither his nor Nico's minds would be settled unless he had an answer for it. "I think by then we'll have an answer," he said softly, hands moving in slow circles on Nico's chest and stomach, the water running down their bodies. "Either we'll still be here, together, doing this, or we won't be. And if we're not together then, it won't really matter anyway. And if we are, then... I guess we have to decide how far we want this to go."
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That was perhaps the best, the only, answer there was to that question right now. He was right though. Either they would still be together, in which case maybe they wouldn't mind it, or they wouldn't be. Either way, "Fall does make for some rather nice floral choices." He smirked a bit.
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Rolling his eyes, Lyle grinned. "It always comes back to flowers with you." Though in truth, part of the reason Lyle had suggested November was because of the interesting plants that autumn brought. Spring plants were peppy and perky and pretty, whereas fall plants were a bit more severe, darker, weird. More fitting for their odd union.
"We should get you out of here before you turn into a prune," Lyle noted, giving Nico one last kiss on his shoulder before pushing them both up to their feet. "I'm gonna climb out, get some coffee, and I'll pack a bowl and meet you in the living room?" Giving Nico a warm, full grin, Lyle kissed his mouth and gave him a wink, them climbed out of the shower. God, he loved that little weirdo.
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"Always," Nico replied with a smirk. But it was those little things, like picking Fall when everyone else would have suggested Spring, that really made the difference. He knew him so well. He liked it even if it scared him.
Laughing, he groaned a little, rinsing off real quick before he was out of the shower and grabbing a towel. "Living room. Yep. I'm gonna school you today." He warned him. But of course they both knew that was bullshit. Lyle would spend the day kicking his ass and he would spend the day enjoying it.