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Mischa was going stir crazy. In his life he had always been seeking adrenaline, but in the small warehouse he was stuck in for the rest of time, there was not much of that to be found. He had no clue how long he'd been here, seconds seemed to go on for hours in limbo. All he knew was that if he had to listen to Ocean drone on about library cards for another moment, he was going to lose it. And so, Mischa did what he did best, act now, think later.
Getting up from the raised platform he was laying on, he extended his arm towards Noel, who was sitting next to him.
"Dance"
The whole room went quiet, even Ocean stopped talking for once in her damn life.
"What?" the shorter boy questioned
"Dance with me"
"Like how we did during my song?"
"тaк"
"Why?"
"Would you rather listen to Ocean talk?"
A cry of protest came from the ginger, immediately silenced by Constance
"Touché" Noel said, taking Mischa's hand
He was spun into Mischa's arms, flustered from the sudden contact with the man he had been quietly crushing over since they had been put in this god forsaken warehouse
As they separated to face each other, Mischa grabbed Noels waist and the two locked hands, settling on some sort of waltz. They seemed so in sync with each other, knowing exactly when and where to step, despite there being no music to keep them on beat.
Noel took a moment to take it all in. He was dead, stuck in an abandoned warehouse, dancing with Mischa fucking Bachinski. And he was enjoying every damn second of it.
They danced there, in silence, for an eternity, until Mischa let go of his partners waist, twirling him a few times before they parted to walk across from each other around an imaginary circle.
Their eyes met, and Noel could see the passion in the Ukrainians face. For a split second, he was even foolish enough to think that it might be for him, before quickly brushing away that idea. All his life Noel had had crushes on straight boys, that didn't make the inevitable heartbreak any less sad. After the third time, he had just stopped even entertaining the idea that they might reciprocate his feelings, almost as a means of self defense.
They approached each other once more, still walking in a circular motion. Mischa slowly wrapped his arms around Noel's waist and pulled him closer, making the boy nearly choke on air. As they swayed, Noel placed his hands on Mischa's shoulders, determined to keep the dance going. Mischa smirked at the reciprocal of affection, pulling him even closer. The two were practically sharing a breath, their faces mere centimeters away from each other. Noel had never been this close to a man before, much less one he was so desperately in love with.
Mischa once again took the lead, spinning Noel so fast even he felt a little dizzy, before dropping him into a low dip.
A moment passed, the two boys staring each other, their breathing heavy. Just as quickly as Noel found himself here, he was pulled back up.
Before he could even register what was going on, Mischa leaned in. And kissed him.