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The living room and corridor still looks like a ball pit, Nick can hear when people walk to the kitchen now, the rustling of the balls and hissed curses at the inevitable slipping, or stepping on something hidden beneath them. The night before Larry and Tanner had been playing with them again in the middle of the night, despite the fact there’s a green ball somewhere in there that’s touched Tanner’s dick, he’d had to go out and tell them to shut the fuck up (they had of course disobeyed him until he got back-up from Isaac, he and Isaac are the best Fart Boys corrallers out there).
He can hear them again now, whisper-shouting in hoarse voices in the half-dark of the house. It’s almost comforting, in a weird way, to hear people having fun in the house, but it’s veering quickly into an irritant as their quiet laughter goes high-pitched and wheezy.
He’s about to go out himself when he hears Isaac saying, “Guys, come on, bed time.”
The laughter gets louder, he thinks all three of them are out there — Yumi, Larry, and Tanner — giggling like they’re kids or some shit. “You’re not my dad,” says Larry, in a voice that Nick can deduce is punctuated with gang signs.
“Go to bed, you’re going to wake Nick up. I wanna go to bed.”
Nick swings his legs out with a sigh and shuffles to his door. “They already woke me up,” he says, leaning out of his doorway.
The other three muffle their giggles. “Sorry,” says Yumi, not looking particularly sorry if Nick is honest.
“Go to bed kids, come on,” he says, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“I swear,” says Tanner, laughing, “you both spawn in at the same time —”
“— when they’re lecturing us, yeah,” says Yumi.
“They do,” squeaks Larry through his giggling.
Isaac shuffles through the balls and slips his arm around Nick’s waist, it’s weirdly comforting to have his body and steady warmth next to him, black curls going crazy around his head. “It’s a two person job, parenting you. Me and your other dad can’t do it alone.”
Nick snorts, grabbing Isaac around the waist too and leaning into the bit. “It’s almost divorced us a couple of times, looking after you kids, but over time it’s made our bond stronger, and far more sexually charged.”
“Never want to fuck him more than when he’s finished disciplining you guys.” Isaac’s fingers graze under his t-shirt before squeezing his pec and making a squeak squeak noise with his mouth.
Everyone dissolves into giggles again. Nick shakes his head, grinning, and rests his head on Isaac’s shoulder. Tanner honk honks on Yumi’s chest and then he’s being chased up the stairs by the enraged Yumi. He can feel Isaac’s laughter through his chest.
Larry looks at them and then mischievously kicks at some of the balls, Tanner screams and Nick assumes Yumi caught him.
“Go to bed, Larry,” says Isaac. “You can play in the ball pit tomorrow.”
Nick tugs Isaac by the waist and says, “Me and your other dad are going to fuck now, so get out if you don’t want to be around for that.”
“Oh, babe,” says Isaac, grabbing him by the hips and thrusting as they fall back into the dark of Nick’s room.
He hears Larry scream as Isaac slams shut the door with his foot, and then his feet pounding up the stairs. He laughs into Isaac’s shoulder, listening to the footsteps and shouts upstairs until it all goes quiet.
Isaac drops down on his bed. “Jesus, they’re so fuckin’ loud, dude.”
“We actually gonna fuck?” Nick jokes, moving forwards to stand between Isaac’s thighs.
He snorts, grabbing Nick by the waist again and then dropping his face into his chest. “Of course, baby.”
Nick laughs, ignoring the heat between his legs, and the long fingered hands on his waist, the long legs bracketing him in. He ignores all that, he does. He pushes Isaac on the shoulder so he falls back on Nick’s bed. “You can sleep here if you want,” he says, allowing himself this weakness, looking down at the curve of Isaac’s waist in the dark. In the dark no one can see him blush, see where his eyes linger.
“Yeah?” Isaac yawns.
“We haven’t done a sleepover in ages.” They used to whenever they would meet up, before they lived in Austin. He misses it, even though back then he and Isaac weren’t whatever they are now. Not that they are anything, it’s just that Nick — Nick wants something. That’s all. It’s nothing, it’s okay.
“Yeah,” says Isaac again, whispering now. Nick can feel his gaze even in the dark. “Okay, baby.”
“Stop calling me that,” he complains, he doesn’t sound right, even to himself.
Isaac wriggles up to the pillows and lies down, his arms open like an idiot. Nick flops down beside him, colliding with his chest into the welcoming arms like an even bigger idiot. He always puts himself in these situations, situations where Isaac’s chest is warm and the black night is swallowing them, and no one would know but him and Isaac if he lifted his face and let something new happen.
He squeezes his eyes tight shut, so aware of Isaac’s hand painting shapes on his shoulder that he can hardly breathe. “Goodnight,” he whispers.
Isaac’s breathing is already heavy, voice slurring as he says, “Goodnight” back.
*
They wake, of course, to Larry jumping on Nick’s bed like it’s Christmas morning and they actually are his parents. “Nick! Take me to — Oh my God, did you actually fuck!?”
Nick lifts his head, Isaac’s arms tightening around his chest as he tries to sit up. “Dude, you ever heard of knocking?” he asks hoarsely. “And no, I did not fuck Isaac, what the hell is wrong with you?” He blinks up at Larry who is standing on the bed, staring transfixed at them. “What?”
“Tanner,” he screeches, “I think they fucked!”
Nick groans and feels Isaac waking up beside him, his hands grabbing at Nick and mumbling against his neck, “Shut the fuck up.”
“You’ve woken him up,” he complains. Trust Isaac to never wake up for a vlog but happily wake up when Nick’s actually happy for him to keep sleeping forever, next to him.
The house descends into chaos as soon as Tanner slams through Nick’s door and jumps on the bed too, elbows jamming right into Nick and Isaac’s chests like an MMA fighter, and nothing either of them say convince the rest that they didn’t fuck. Nick supposes it doesn’t matter though, it’s got to happen some time, right? They might as well start believing it now.