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12:43 AM.
We’re in the midst of Noli and 007n7’s sophomore winter semester of college.
This semester was pretty loaded for both Noli and 007, but primarily for Noli. He takes his education very seriously, it’s like he’s constantly studying or reviewing classroom materials due to the fact that he got into college on a full ride scholarship—room and board included. He’s especially paranoid about his grades dropping below a certain threshold, so, right now, Noli has been studying for about five hours while 007 is out partying and drinking.
It’s not like 007 had to do much to stay in college, it was becoming a game to him at this point. Like, How many times can I hack into the schools answer sheet database and still not get caught? Or, how many times can I finesse my way out of not getting expelled? And, for better or for worse, 007 always got his way. If anything, he could always transfer. His parents were filthy rich.
And truly, that initial divide made Noli quite abrasive to 007—and rather jealous, too. In his eyes, some privileged, entitled douchebag who gets anything he wants was now his roommate, and based off of assumptions alone, Noli had wanted nothing to do with him. He had it all, friends, family, money, a social life… Noli hardly had half of that. 007 barely even worked for anything he had, why the hell was he more deserving than Noli?
Well, it goes to say that Noli had only held that resentment for 007 within a week of knowing him. After that, he was won over fairly quickly (much to Noli’s initial dismay).
007 was so extroverted, so confident, and surprisingly compassionate. He’d often bring food back to their dorm for Noli and do his laundry when he knew he would be studying for an extended period. Any party 007 would be invited to, he’d invite Noli—practically begging him to come along with him. After that week, they were practically inseparable. Anywhere 007 went, Noli went. 007 even picked up studying for Noli when he knew he didn’t even have to.
It was 007 who had made Noli more sure of himself. He brung him out of his shell—taught him how to network, how to negotiate, how to not be so awkward all the time. In truth, 007 made Noli a much more improved version of himself. All that voluntary kindness confused Noli, tried and truly. He had never met someone so nice to him before—like, what kind of college roommate does your laundry for you? Nobody had ever went out of their way to be friends with Noli, always offset by his mask, introverted demeanor, and awkward mannerisms, but for some reason, 007 wasn’t. 007 stood by his side no matter what, even though he could’ve had anything else he ever wanted.
And, for some reason, he wanted Noli.
To be his friend, his companion, his partner for life. But why? The ever-rational Noli questioned how anyone could decide that by only knowing them for a few months. It was their freshman fall semester, and 007 had made that confession in drunken stupor, the smell of alcohol clinging onto his very being. He had held him close, told him “I love you”, and begged Noli to never leave him, and to stay his forever and ever. Not his friend, not his bro, but his.
He had forgotten all about that the morning of, but Noli didn’t. He had been attention starved and touch deprived for years, so of course, he clung to 007’s love and affection like an abandoned puppy. And thus, they were the bestest of friends, yet always teetering on the edge of something more.
So, in short, 007 was amazing and wonderful and partying, and right now, Noli’s busting his ass to go above and beyond for the numerous exams coming up next week.
Noli blinks slowly at the dimmed light of his laptop’s screen, eyes sore from having strained his eyes for longer than he should have. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Noli reaches underneath his mask and rubs at his face, attempting to collect himself from the copious amounts of studying he’s been doing for the past five hours straight. Honestly, he needed a break.
Removing his wired earbuds from his ears, Noli steps off of his dorm’s bed, slides on his slippers, and grabs his wallet and keys. The campus cafe should be open at this time, and if it wasn’t, he’d just drive to the nearest 24 hour McDonalds and get himself an iced coffee. But, as he moved towards the door, Noli heard the fumbling of keys at the lock.
Is that…?
Attempting to mask the eagerness in his actions, Noli moves his fingers to unlock and open the door for 007, who then immediately crashed into his body only seconds after. “Woah, Sev!” Noli exclaims surprisedly as 007 wraps his arms around his torso, “are you okay? What’s going on?” 007 simply pushes in the door with his foot, muttering two simple words,
“Lock it.”
Noli does as he’s told with his right hand, his left hand was resting on 007’s forearm. Currently, he’s fixing the brunette a puzzled look beneath his mask, lean muscles taut with how stiff he is. Brown half-lidded eyes stare back at his, burning with dazed passion and desire. He was drunk, you could smell it on his breath, but he still leaned in close, moving one hand off of Noli’s waist and to his chin.
“I need you, Noli,” 007 murmurs huskily, using the hand at his chin to gently lift his mask, solely revealing the other man’s plump, purple lips. “I need you, like, so fuckin’ bad, dude…” 007’s almost slurring his words, but it’s evident he’s putting in a substantial amount of effort to sound coherent. “Please, just—just let me have you tonight, Nols.”
007’s so close his breath is ghosting over Noli’s lips. It was tempting, so tempting, and 007 was just so alluring to Noli. They had kissed before—short pecks and passionate kisses. They had even told each other that they loved each other, but it had never gotten this sensual. It was like 007 wanted more than just a kiss, and Noli couldn’t do that, especially when he was drunk.
“No, Sev, you’re drunk.” Noli says, firmly but not agitatedly, “I can’t do this. We can’t do this. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A beat passes. One, two, they’re so close their heartbeats have synced together, beating in tandem, the sound echoing in 007’s ears. Noli’s right. He can’t exactly think straight right now, but he could never do this sober. He was always so confident, so sure of himself, living in fear wouldn’t get him nowhere, but fuck. It was like he lost all of his confidence when it was time for him to make a move on Noli. Deep down, he had always wanted to kiss Noli deeply, passionately, like they were lovers and not in some weird “will they won’t they” situationship. If he had the balls, he would do this sober, but he couldn’t, and this was his only chance. The only time he felt relaxed enough to ask Noli for this.
“I—I know what I’m… saying and doing, Nols.” He replies, not at all convincing Noli from that opener alone. He gulps, pressing his chest against Noli’s until he could feel his racing heartbeat thudding against his torso. At this point, 007 had lifted Noli’s mask off and let it fall to the floor, letting his locs fall onto his bare, beautiful face. Their noses were touching, lips only millimeters away from each others.
007 places his warm palm upon Noli’s cheek, the other still resting at his waist. He doesn’t break eye contact, but Noli does—overwhelmed at the sudden touch and the moral dilemma he was now facing. Noli still had a hand on 007’s forearm, the other still at his side. He was rigid with anxiety and confusion
“This is real, Noli. I’m… I’m being serious right now, I need you, I need this, I need everything. You’re my everything. You—you know I love you—I’ve told you that before. And if I don’t do this right now then I never will…”
“Okay well—“
“I don’t know if I’ll even see you again after this semester dude. I’m always—I’m always fucking… monitored dude. My parents could get sick of my shit and I could get expelled tomorrow or go to jail and never see you again. I don’t know what to do, I’m hopeless and…”
“Sev.”
“And I can’t let this pass me up. I can’t love you without kissing you for real. Not when I can get gone at any second. Not when I could lose you—I can’t fucking lose you—I gotta… I gotta make this shit count.”
“Sev, let me speak…”
“I got so much shit going on right now I… my past’s gonna catch up to me sooner or later, and I can’t go without telling you I love you and—and that I need you, that I wanna be your boyfriend... That I’m a fucking idiot that’s scared of commitment… n’ always running away. And I—“
“Seven.” Noli says sternly, raising his voice so that 007 snaps out of it—out of his drunken rambling and desperate clawing. He had begun to grip the fabric of Noli’s hoodie with both of his hands, practically crumbling before him, tears rolling down his face.
007 had never been vulnerable with Noli like this. Noli recalls the only time 007 being vulnerable was when they had came out to each other before they had started being romantic with one another. But now, 007’s talking about his past, his commitment issues, reiterating his love for Noli, and it’s making him feel more overwhelmed than anything. Like, why now? Why are you telling me this now? That you could go to jail? Noli had thought that 007 was this perfect man who was downright invincible to everything, but maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was just some normal guy with a lot of charisma and rich parents, which isn’t exactly rare or unusual.
What had he done in his past that could get him arrested? Was 007 on the run right now? Noli had grown increasingly more concerned, watching down at the top of 007’s head while he buried his face into his chest. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like 007 was in the state to answer any of his questions, as he was currently crying into Noli’s chest, whispering soft and muffled pleas. It pained Noli to see 007 like this, guilty for opening up, scared to speak, and anticipating Noli’s response.
Taking a deep breath in, Noli replies,
“You know I’d never leave you, Sev.” He carries a rational voice, yet his hands are soothing. The younger man caresses 007’s back with the gentleness one would expect from a caretaker, using featherlight touches to soothe his… friend? Partner? “We’ll talk about this when you’re not drunk, and you can tell me everything when you have some sense. But for right now…”
This was a hard decision. 007 was drunk, he wasn’t in his right mind—saying things he shouldn’t be saying. But he sounds so desperate. Hell, he’s crying in his arms, pleading with Noli to not leave him, to stay and do this one thing. He wanted it, but how could he be so sure that he wants this if he’s drunk? What if 007 wakes up and regrets this in the morning—
“Please, Noli.” 007 whimpers, holding onto him as if he’d disappear into smithereens, “Just this once.”
“Okay.” Noli says rapidly. The executive decision has been made, “we can kiss, but we’re only kissing, and you need to promise that you’ll explain yourself in the morning.”
007 perks up instantly, his lips upturning into a faint smile, face wet with tears. “Thank you. Fuck, thank you Nols, thank you. I promise I’ll explain everything.” With that, he stands up straight, wiping his tear-stained face with the back of his hand and releasing the grip he had on Noli’s hoodie, now snaking his hands down under his hoodie and onto his clothed waist. “I love you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for this.”
“You don’t have to say so—mmm!” Noli’s sentence is interrupted by 007’s eager mouth, their lips awkwardly mashing together. It takes only two seconds before Noli’s easing into 007’s embrace, pressing his forehead against his to deepen the kiss. He positions his arms upwards, wrapping them around 007’s neck to pull him in closer, their kiss deepening by the second. They part, gasping for breath as they stumble a bit to the right, almost bumping into Noli’s dresser as they move back in, 007 letting out a soft, hazy chuckle.
007 lurches back in like a man starved, the kiss becoming less coherent by the second, his breathing becoming more labored as their movements became sloppier and sloppier. Noli lightly dug his fingers into 007’s blonde hair, holding onto it for leverage as the assault on his mouth continued. Slight nibbling on his bottom lip, transferring between french kissing and regular kissing, the pleasure was truly making Noli’s head spin, and 007 was enjoying every second of it.
They part again, now, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
“One more time,” 007 inquired confidently, knowing the other man would say yes, yet his tone was hoarse from his past crying fit. He decides to add in a “Please?”
Foreheads touching, noses bumping one another, how could Noli say no? This proximity was absolutely addicting—they had never been this intimate with each other.
“One more time, and then we’ll go to bed—ah!” 007 had giddily interrupted Noli once again, tilting his head to the side and invading his mouth with his tongue first things first. He had groaned hungrily whilst kissing Noli, the vibrations sending a shiver down Noli’s spine. Not only that, but 007 began swirling his pierced tongue around with his partner’s, always slightly separating to suck on the tip of his tongue, then moving back in again. The metal on 007’s tongue tickled Noli’s, making him squirm in the older man’s arms. “Sev!” Noli whines as they part, 007 pulling Noli in closer by his waist, giving him a couple of more pecks on his mouth and at its corners before finally withdrawing and releasing the grip he had on Noli’s waist.
“Okay, okay!” Noli panted, dipping his head downwards to catch his breath (and to avoid another onslaught of kisses), “we’re done! That’s it! Go… go to bed!”
007 kisses the top of Noli’s head before making a hum of acknowledgment. He waits a few seconds, evidently not wanting to separate from Noli, before finally releasing his waist from his grasp, stepping back fully and letting Noli’s arms fall back to its sides.
Though, the sly bastard decided to speak again, “We could sleep in the same bed—“
“No.” Said sternly. Noli was going to die on that hill. If they slept in the same bed, there would be no coming back.
“Fiiiiiiine.” 007 drawls, stumbling over to his bed and climbing on it, kicking off his sneakers in the process. “G’night, Nols…” He doesn’t make an effort to take off the clothes he wore to the party—just plops on the bed, closed his eyes, and swiftly drifts off into a sound sleep.
Noli sighed. He didn’t want to get into trouble because he took it upon himself to change 007 into pajamas, but he decided it would be best to tuck him in. His slippers clack against the tiled floor to position himself in front of 007’s dresser, opening each drawer until he could find where he kept his bedding. It was at the very bottom right drawer.
Noli sifts through the unorganized space attempting to find something to cover 007 with. He wasn’t going to let his body come into contact with his sheets—especially in his outside clothes he went to a party in. 007 probably wouldn’t care, but Noli did, because Noli was a clean freak.
There it was. A soft yet thin fluffy blanket, beige in color. It looked like it could do the trick. Noli pulls it out of the drawer and closes it with his slippered foot, walking towards 007’s bed and draping the blanket over him. He fixes it so that it covers his whole body, then plants a kiss onto his forehead, whispering a soft Goodnight to him.
Soon after doing this, he had begun to nervously anticipate what 007 would say in the morning. Would he forget about all of this? Would he actually tell him what he was so worried about going to jail over? These thoughts plagued his mind as he kicks his slippers off and slides into his own bed, shutting down his laptop and placing it back onto his bedside table.
Well, whatever it may be, at least he got to taste the alcohol on 007’s pierced tongue.