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“Okay, let me look at it again!” Nick practically squeals, jumps onto Chris’ bunk before he even has the chance to take his shoes off. The bus fills with soft giggles as Matt follows behind, face beaming and just as flushed as the older’s.
Chris pushes his socks down, again, and Nick’s hands are already flying to his ankle like a magnet. It’s fucking incredible; tiny and hardly visible lines of ink forever marked onto his skin. With Nick and Matt’s names.
“Nick, are you crying?” Chris coos, barely able to hold in his laughter while trying to keep his hands steady and the tattoos still in view.
“No, God—this is just so insane. This is gonna be on my mind for a while.” A few sniffles still fall, fingers smoothing over the cursive letters over and over again before his eyes actually begin to water, then his palms are in his face and he’s trying not to laugh and burst into tears all at once.
“Let me see,” Matt peers over Chris’ legs, and finds his name on the other side. The smile on his face is still so vibrant and wide from when they all left the stage he feels it start to hurt.
Chris shifts, a bit uncomfortable in his position, “Are you guys done now?” He asks, adding a little kick of his foot so unwilling to hide his giddiness. Nick doesn’t budge, instead climbs over the bed and pushes Chris down flat on his back, rides his hand up and down his leg. Fingers never out of reach of the tattoo.
“Oh, I haven’t even gotten started.”
Matt squeezes in on the other side, and it’s not long before someone comes in and finds them all squished together in one bunk, but, clearly, that’s never been an issue for them. Especially as Nick hovers over Chris, hand gently caressing his tattoo, leans in and kisses him on the nose. Then his forehead, cheeks, his jawline. Chris feels hot, then, fluttering in his stomach sending those familiar signals to his brain. Though, he’s given almost no time to process any of it, with the feel of Matt’s hand wrapping fully around his other ankle, startling him enough to hit his head on the top of the bunk.
“You guys need to chill.”
“What I need is to get these pants off of you, right now.” Nick quips, then he’s catching Chris in a hungry kiss, one he was saving for almost the entire day.
In his ear, he hears Matt shuffling around. The sound closing in as his lips press to the younger’s cheek. Chris groans but his expression gives him away too well.
“I should have done this way sooner then.”