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Brett prides himself on staying composed and calm, centred really.
Satomi definitely helped with that; she taught him everything he knows. But since he and Lori returned to Beacon Hills after the war with Monroe, things have been different. He’s been different.
He used to enjoy the silence, craved it actually. But now it’s almost unbearable. He spent three months hiding out at Derek’s cabin, two states over, with his sister, with only the mournful silence to occupy themselves. Now the silence just makes him uncomfortable.
Not even the sound of the pen in Nolan’s hand tapping against the textbook or the steady rhythm of Nolan’s heartbeat is enough to calm the restlessness inside of him.
Knowing he’s not going to get any more work done on his report, Brett closes his laptop and pushes it aside. Instead, he rests his chin on top of his knees and looks over at Nolan.
He’s sprawled out on his stomach on the carpeted floor, leaning on his elbows as he absently flicks through his Physics textbook. His head is resting in the palm of his hand, while the other hand alternates between turning the page or writing notes down. His full lips are jutted out into a pout as his eyes scan over the words, and Brett has the sudden urge to crawl over there and bite it.
They decided to go to Nolan’s after school to get some studying done, choosing to decline Liam’s offer of going for burgers at the diner. Nolan’s parents were at work, so it was just them in the house.
After grabbing drinks and snacks, they headed up to Nolan’s room, with Nolan immediately settling down on his carpeted floor. Apparently, it helps him focus.
He takes in Nolan’s relaxed expression. He smells content and happy, mixed with his intoxicating scent of sunshine and gunpowder. Brett's eyes soften, and he feels a strong wave of affection warming his chest.
Nolan was unexpected. He took Brett completely by surprise the first time they met.
The pain simmering in Nolan’s blue eyes and the heavy smell of guilt and despair covering Nolan’s scent was almost enough to bring Brett to his knees. He looked uncomfortable, out of place in Scott’s living room, curled into himself, away from the rest of the group.
When Liam explained Nolan’s history: he was one of the hunters working with Monroe, but when push came to shove, Nolan stepped up and chose to help the pack; Brett realised he didn’t care. There was no mistrust or anger, just interest and the sudden need to protect him.
It turns out it was Nolan that was wary. He was full of guilt and didn’t believe that he deserved forgiveness. Couldn’t understand how everyone could forgive him, be kind to him. Nolan would get spooked and spend the next three days avoiding him whenever he and Brett got closer.
Brett was patient, though, because he knew Nolan was worth it. That Nolan was his person.
It took three months, but Nolan finally started to let his walls down. Slowly started forgiving himself and accepting that the pack were his family, that they forgave him.
It wasn’t until Nolan believed he deserved to be happy; that he was allowed to be happy that they kissed.
It was in the middle of a pack meeting. Brett had felt Nolan’s gaze on him since he arrived. And when Liam had made an offhand comment about the guy all over Brett the other night, Nolan had let out a low growl, which was almost too adorable to handle, and stormed over to Brett, pulled him down by his shirt and kissed him.
That was the moment Brett had claimed Nolan as his.
The sound of a frustrated huff pulls him back to the present, and he flicks his gaze back to Nolan.
Instinctively, a small smile flits across his face, and his eyes soften as Nolan grumbles something under his breath and crosses something out in his notebook.
After five minutes of Nolan ignoring him, Brett lets out a small huff and flops backwards onto the bed dramatically, and says, “Are you almost finished? I'm bored.” And yep, he totally sounds like a whiny eight year old right now. He decides to go with it.
Brett shifts so he’s leaning on his elbows and looking at Nolan. He smirks when he notices Nolan’s raised brow and amused expression.
“Wanna make out?”
Nolan chuckles. “As much fun as that sounds, I can’t.” He sighs, glaring at his textbook. “Not until I finish this chapter. If I don’t pass Mr Avery’s pop quiz tomorrow, I’m screwed.”
“You don’t love me,” Brett grumbles, pouting. He settles further into the bed, starfishing backwards so he’s flat on his back and his eyes are focused on the ceiling.
Nolan snorts, and the light scent of his amusement fills Brett’s nose. “B, you know I love you.”
He turns to Nolan, who’s already focused back on his textbook. “No, you don’t,” he denies, his tone petulant and borderline pouty. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t be choosing physics over kissing me.”
“Baby,” Nolan says quietly, lifting his head up to look over at his pouting boyfriend. He can’t help the fond, amused smile that curls his lips. “Like I’d ever choose the laws of physics over you.”
Brett arches a brow, holding Nolan’s gaze. “Prove it,” he challenges.
And Nolan does.
“ Don’t test me, baby.” With bright blue eyes gleaming with wicked intent, Nolan pulls himself up and makes his way towards the bed. “You know I always pick up the gauntlet when you throw down.”
Brett’s breath hitches when Nolan climbs onto the bed and makes a show of crawling towards him. There’s a small smirk curling Nolan’s lips, and Brett has the intense need to kiss it off his smug face.
He’s beautiful.
He kind of hates him a little bit. But he also kind of really loves him.
“Tease,” Brett whispers breathlessly when Nolan is close enough to touch.
Nolan laughs, a mixture of smug and fond. Settling comfortably on his lap, Nolan leans down until his lips are ghosting over his. “It’s not teasing, baby, if I deliver.”
Brett suppresses the whine that wants to escape his throat and leans up, closing the distance between them. Nolan lets out a soft growl, deepening the kiss. Brett hums into the kiss and pulls Nolan closer, wrapping his arms around his neck.
After a few breathless minutes, Nolan pulls back. He smirks. “Satisfied love? Can I get back to my revision now?” He asks, rubbing his hands down Brett’s chest.
Brett shakes his head. “Little bit longer,” he murmurs, pressing his lips back to Nolan’s, who immediately deepens the kiss.
Sooner than Brett would like, Nolan is pulling back and climbing off his lap. He pats Brett’s shoulder, once, twice. “Alright, Casanova, let me study for another hour and then I’m all yours. Order pizza, will ya?”
“I hate you,” he grumbles, blinking up at the ceiling.
Nolan laughs, already settled back on the floor and opening up the textbook. “No, you don’t.”
Brett sighs resigned. “No, I don’t,” he whispers.
THE END.