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He had always been a simple man. Born into a simple life. Surrounded by simple people. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, simple was good. It was nice. Comfortable.
Growing up he knew his mind was always “different” compared to his peers. Always seeing potential greatness in the mundane. Constantly crunching numbers, conjuring up the most fascinating ideas about what he could do with just spare parts and little bit of elbow grease. Fiddleford was always called “A real smart one.” By his family. They knew he would go out and do brilliant things with his intelligence.
..And yet, nothing could compare to the truly magnificent sight before him. Not even the most satisfying of equations came close to this moment.
A soft snort came from below him.
“..Ya just gonna stare like a dork or what?”
Fiddleford exhaled softly, finally allowing himself to breathe. “..Sorry.” He muttered, turning his head to the side, averting his gaze. Moving an arm up, knuckles just below his nose. “Yer just so…” a pause filled the room.
“So, what? C'mon, cowboy, I know you got all kinds of fancy words in that head of yours.” Stanley hummed. A sly smirk tugging on his cracked lips.
A shaky breath escaped the other. “Not right now I don’t.”
Stanley hummed once more, a deep rumble Fiddleford could swear was making his ears vibrate. His other hand fidgeting at the loose material of his own jeans.
Stanley could feel the warmth of his own desire buzzing in his chest. This guy was really making his head spin, and he didn’t even know it.
What a prick, he chuckled internally.
“What do you wanna do? I mean- I’m already in your bed, you got this far.” He teased the blue eyed man, adjusting his head on a pillow. “Pretty slick for a nerd, I gotta admit.”
A silence dragged on and Stanley could feel his face warm up.
“Hey. You there?” He half chuckled as he waved a hand to Fiddleford, the movement bringing him back into the present moment. The man blinked a few times, slowly moving his head to face the being in front of him.
“I’ve … never done this before..” Fiddleford finally spoke, “With another man.”
Stanley laughed, “What, have sex?” The words felt like hovering over a doomsday button, nearly making the other man explode.
“No!” He loudly sputtered, “Well yes! I’ve never-!!” Fiddleford abruptly stopped and covered his face with both hands, curling in on himself. A small creak of the bed produced from the sudden movement.
Stanley watched him in silence. A small frown painting his features, was that too much?
“This. This right now., I’ve never been so.. intimate. Like this.” He whispered, caution and fear clear in his tone.
The sound of a nearby fan on a low setting was all that could be heard as the silence dragged on for what seemed like hours.
“I don’t know what I’m doing…”
Stanley could see how tight Fiddlefords hands were pressing against his face. What could be seen of his palms turning a pale white color.
“Hey…” Stanley began, shifting to prop himself up from the bed.
“Hey, specs,” he repeated. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re too nervous, you know.” He brought a hand up to emphasize his words, though he knew fiddleford couldn’t see it. Hoping his gruff voice was coming out as comforting. He really hoped it was.
A beat of silence before Fiddleford peeled away his hands from his face, those geeky frames of his leaving marks around the top of his nose. A small noise leaving him.
“I want to.” The man spoke, leaning forward slightly, “Stanley, I-.. I really like you.”
“I like ya too, you dork.” Stanley smiled, softly punching the man.
Fiddleford chuckled, smiling as he rubbed his arm in mock hurt. His heart skipped a beat, utterly relieved to hear those words from this gorgeous man in front of him.
Neither of them spoke. The room back to a comfortable silence, each of the men gazing at each other with half lidded smiles.
A soft breeze could be felt from the window above the bed. Warm light was pouring into the room, highlighting all of Fiddlefords wonderful features. His soft jawline, those wonderful ocean blue eyes that seemed to hold so much kindness within them. Those freckles of his he said he never really liked on him, but adored on his mama, decorating his pale face in perfect patterns.
Stan kept his eyes glued to the man, mentally taking it all in. He wanted to kiss his face as many times as there were each of those lovely spots.
Fuck. What was this guy doing to him.
The moment felt unreal. Almost dream like. Too good to be true. Stan fought the urge to pinch himself, deciding doing so might make him look corny. But maybe Fiddleford liked that. He wouldn’t mind being a little corny for him. If it meant he would see that toothy smile of his once more. Those crooked lips that charmed him to no end.
To his own surprise, Fiddleford reached a hand and softly cupped Stan's rugged face.
The gesture gentle and unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Stan could feel himself leaning into the touch, desperate to feel Fiddlefords welcoming warmth.
“Yer so pretty, Stanley...” He whispered.
“Oh, you’re a real charmer, country boy.” The other man purred.
Fiddleford swallowed thickly, shaking a bit as his hand slowly made its way towards Stanley’s mouth. Thumb lightly pressing against the man’s lower lip. Just barely touching, yet it felt like he was on fire. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, mouth slightly agape as he brushed his finger on the rough skin of Stan’s mouth.
Stanley was quiet, not uttering a single word. He tenderly kissed the end of Fiddlefords thumb, a soft smooching noise produced by the action.
Sweet Jesus…
Not a word was said, they didn’t need to. Both of the men completely lost in the moment. The song of birds chirping outside, the distant echo of wind chimes dancing around in the breeze, the laughter of nearby children playing outside. Nothing. None of it was registered, It was just them.
A short gasp left the taller man, almost unable to keep himself together. He could feel his cheeks and ears burning up, a fever-like wave taking over his skin. Biting the inside of his mouth before he shakily spoke once more,
“I think I like you a little too much, Stan Pines.”