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It was another boring day in this Spawn forsaken college, listening to the professor endlessly blabbing about the course syllabus and expectations. It was the same thing every year, every class, every teacher. 007n7 was bored out of his mind, he only took this class because he figured it would be easy. He knew how to hack, how bad could normal coding be?
The sound of the rules spouting out of the professor made him sleepy and his desk looked comfortable enough. Just as he was about to lay his head down, he heard a very audible groan from the desk next to his.
“And what seems to be the problem Mr… Noil?” The professor asked.
“This boring lecture! When are we actually gonna do something here!” The man next to him, apparently named Noil, answered, leaning back in the rickety desk chair.
“If you would be patient I'll explain the week's assignment ok? Anyways…” The professor scolded but continued as if nothing happened.
Wow. Whoever this guy was, he had some balls, Seven thought. Noil only wore a gray hoodie and sweatpants so he gave the impression of the type of guy who wouldn't speak up. Maybe he could talk to this guy after class, see what his deal was, 007 would just have to wait.
The bell rang and everyone slowly started to make their way to the exit door, including Noil. 007n7 quickly taped his shoulder to get his attention.
“Hey! You're Noli, right? That was kinda badass back there.”
“Was it? Eh, I didn't think much of it.” Noli shrugged, confidence was radiating off him, enough to make anyone quake in their boots, not Seven though, he could only just stare at him. “You’re… 007n7 right? Saw your picture on the roster.”
He was caught off guard, barely anyone knew he existed, he was kind of a loser, and didn't make friends easily. The only time people really saw him was at the campus cafe on his computer.
“Y-yeah man! That's me! You can just call me Seven though…”
“Seven huh? Simple, I like it.” Noli stated as a smirk perked on the corner of his face.
Noli looked off into the distant hall of the college, seemingly in thought before turning back to 007. He pulled a small piece of paper out of his hoodie pocket alongside a pen and quickly wrote something on it. He ripped the corner he wrote on and gave it to the pathetic man in front of him.
“Heres my number, don't lose it. We need to hang more often, maybe if you're into it tag a building or something. See ya later Seven.”
“Oh ok! Bye Noli!” 007n7 shouted as Noli walked down the semi crowded hallway.
He looked down at the paper, still in his hand, and studied the number. He didn't get numbers often, especially from such a cool, nonchalant guy. Noli felt out of his league, by a long haul. How could he give his number to him out of anyone in his class? Sure, maybe he had adventures from time to time, but those are what he considered “solo missions” to be kind of like a “statement” or something else lame. Not something to brag about.
Noli had good handwriting, amazing handwriting even, definitely not the usual chicken scratch you would see out of most of the guys in his class. It's…
He had then realized he had been standing there for a good minute or so gushing over a stupid phone number in the hallway. He made a break for his dorm, to do work and maybe text Noli if he got the chance.
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007n7 entered his dorm with the usual slump of a long, boring day. A loud thump was heard as he threw his bag on his unmade bed and dragged himself to the small kitchen setup. He tossed a cup of ramen noodles in the microwave and threw himself on his bed to get on his computer when he remembered the number in his pocket.
Noli's number…
He felt more nervous than usual to text him, which was kind of unusual. He's had plenty of experience with girl's numbers and knew how to be smooth if he needed to but just thinking about him and his prowess that day, it broke him a little. He didn't know why. It's not like he was… gay or anything. Or was he? It didn't matter then. Noli was probably waiting for his text.
He gathered up any nerves he may have had and typed:
“Hey it's Seven.”
He clicked send. Holy shit was his heart pounding.
He stared at the phone wondering if he should have said anything else. His mind didn't race for long when he saw that Noli was typing.
“Hey cool! What's up?”
What's up? He didn't want to seem like a loser but he didn't want to lie either. He replied:
“Nothing, ‘bout to eat a sad excuse for dinner.”
He had then walked back to the microwave and pulled out the fully cooked ramen and snapped a picture to send to Noli.
“Lol wow that’s ironic guess what?”
Noli had then also sent a picture of a ramen noodle bowl. His was a spicier version of the one 007 was eating, way spicier.
“Damn dude, hardcore. Could never eat that flavor. You got guts. Literally lol.”
“That’s not the only thing that's spicy!~”
007 was starstruck. Was Noli… flirting with him?!
He didn't know how to respond. He was panicking. He just sent a couple of blushing emojis and threw his phone across his bed.
This was not casual. Not at all.
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It was Sunday; no classes today. 007n7 figured he would have a little fun today, he's usually stuck in his dorm doing nothing but working on hacks and programs so it's good to do something other than be a loser in his room. He had already got mostly ready when he felt a small buzz in his back pocket. It was an offer from Noli to come over to his place for the afternoon.
007’s cheeks flushed at the offer but he accepted. He wanted to spend time with him at least a little, they only just met after all. Noli was so… forward last night he wanted to make sure he was serious. Noli had sent him his dorm number and 007 was off.
It was a decent walk; not too long yet not too short either. He had a small “do not disturb” sign hanging from the door handle but… it didn't hurt to knock. He beat his hand lightly on the tall, wooden door and awkwardly waited for Noli to answer the door.
Noli had appeared in the door frame, hand on his hip and with a cigarette-like thickish thing in his hand. 007 recognized it instantly but quickly decided not to mention anything and waited for him to.
“Hey Seven! You came! Glad to see I didn't scare you away last night. Haha!” He giggled as he took a drag out the… what was it called again? Seven didn't smoke much so he often forgot the proper terms.
“Hey, let's get inside before campus security catches me with a joint in my hand.” He gestured as he walked inside. That's what it's called! Joint! How could he forget?
Weed was strictly banned on campus but neither of them cared much. Life is worth living as they say.
Noli's dorm wasn't much different from his layout wise, but Noli did have a distinct taste when it came to furniture and decor. He had tapestries over his windows and a few posters from some movies and bands 007 recognized. If he didn't think Noli was a stoner at the door, he definitely did now. He had every doodad and machine to smoke weed, from bongs to pens and everything in between. It was… impressive.
“I hope you don't mind all of my shit everywhere. Didn't really bother to clean up.” Noli said as he sat on the bean bag chair next to his unmade bed.
“No I don't care! Your place is pretty rad if I'm being honest.” 007 answered sheepishly.
Noli stared at the joint in his and began to hand it to Seven. “Here. Wanna hit dude? You look like you need to relax. No offense.”
It has been a solid year since 007 had smoked before and needed a refresher but he still took the joint and stared at it for a second before taking a long, deep drag. He took way more than he should have, but he wanted to impress Noli in any way he could.
He held his breath making sure not to let anything slip out as he looked Noli in the eyes, or eyeholes really. Noli's porcelain mask was a beauty to look at. It appeared as though Noli took some craftsmanship in it too it seemed, painting it to fit his style better.
He was so caught up staring at him he forgot he was holding his breath. Smoke came flying out of every hole in his face he breathed out of. It hurt a little. He coughed and hacked, his face redder than a tomato due to lack of air.
“Damn man! Take a smaller hit next time. You got caught up in my face or something, Seven?” Noli teased as he took the joint back from the cough factory.
007 was still in a fit when he replied, “Yeah, I mean, I guess. You're just… damn man you're like the coolest dude I've ever met.”
“I’m flattered! You're not too bad yourself.”
007n7 was already red at this point but he had a funny feeling he was getting redder. Noli was very smooth, he'd give him that. The only other thing he could think of at this point was making sure he kept up with Noli passing him back the joint.
They kept the flame on the joint going till it was nothing but a roach in their hands. They were chatting and giggling when a low grumble could be heard from their stomachs.
“Damn I'm hungry as shit. You?” Noli asked.
“Hell yeah. Wanna order some pizza or something?”
“Hell yeah.” Noli sat up from his bean bag chair and walked over to the kitchen counter where his phone was.
He typed in the number to Builder Brother's Pizza and sat on the phone till someone answered and ordered a large pepperoni pizza and two sodas. 007 nodded in agreement at the order and Noli proceeded to give his card info and address to the man on the phone. He hung up and turned back to 007 who had by now sat on the plush carpet.
“Guy on the phone said it'd be like 30 minutes before it gets here.” Noli stated
“Sweet I can't wait.”
“Wanna… do something while we wait?” Noli pondered Seven.
“Like what?” 007 responded.
Noli took a smallish wax pen and began to heat it up. He then took a long hit from it and sat 007 up, kneeling down to meet his face. He blew the held-in smoke from the pen into his mouth, lifting up his mask above his mouth and pressed his lips into his.
007 did know what to think but… he didn't pull away, in fact, he wanted more. He only pulled away to release the smoke and went back in, more intense and with way more tongue.
They held each other close, 007n7 holding him by the small of his back and Noli caressing his hair, pulling it gently. They were close enough to feel each other's body heats, only separating to take small breaths. They lowered down to the floor, beginning to lock legs around each other, feeling their personal bubbles collide and merge into one. It was an enlightening experience for the two, it was like magic, and the weed they smoked a second ago only enhanced the experience more.
Noli pulled away and started to nibble at 007’s neck, sucking and biting with the intent of giving the nerdy burger man a hickey. He wants to leave a mark, letting other people know Seven is his. His biting was enough to warrant a reaction from 007n7, not a negative one though.
“Hey we have school Monday, people are gonna see.” 007 said nervously.
“Does it matter, Sev?”
“I don't know, I guess not. I just… I don't wanna look gay or something. Like, isn't the guy supposed to give the hickey?”
“I am.”
“You know what I mean! I'm just high and freaking out!” 007n7 said, ruffling his hair in panic.
Noli kissed his cheek softly, calming down Seven slightly. He took his hand and studied every little imperfection, rubbing his thumb across every vein and crevice. He kissed his hand princess style and looked back into 007n7 cool brown eyes.
“Dude, if people think we're gay, it's ok. You can just take your little doodad and make them trip on their shoelaces or something. Screw them!” Noli stated proudly, gripping the pail hand in both of his.
“Wait… how do you know about my-”
Before he could finish his question, Noli answered, “Yeah I know about your little hacks and shit. You do some pretty badass shit ‘round here.”
“Oh! Thanks Noli…”
“You’re welcome, Sevy. Maybe we can go fuck some shit up together sometime.”
007n7 paused for a second at the offer. He really liked Noli, he was nice company, and hey, maybe they could hide the fact they're together better if they hacked a local hangout spot as a “team”. He had his final verdict.
“I’d like that, a lot.”
“Then it's settled! We're a team you and I!” Noli paused though, seemingly lost in thought, “What should we call ourselves? We need something badass.”
“I don't know, maybe…” Seven thoughts for a minute. They both knew they were too high for decision making but, fuck it we ball as they say. He comes up with something, “How does team coolkid sound?”
“Lame, but I guess it works for now. We can change it later.”
Just as they were about to shake on it, a faint knock could be heard at the door with a faint “Builder Brother's Pizza delivery!” spoke by the delivery person.
“Oh shit! Pizza! I'll be right back.” Noli quickly sat up and ran-walked to the door. He came back to the room a minute later with a large pizza box with two green cans on top, handing 007 one of the cans and sitting across from him. He sat the box in the space between them and opened the hot box for the two, steam rolling out over the hot pepperoni pizza.
They each grabbed a slice and began to eat. Food was way better when you can't tell when you're full. They were indulging and chatting for the next 30 or so minutes, occasionally sharing drinks even though they had the same can of unbranded lemon-lime soda the pizza joint sold. They just wanted to find new ways to kiss besides making out. And if kissing with soda in each other's mouths counted, they counted it.
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It was getting late and the sun was starting to set. It made the sky a beautiful shade of orange-ish pink. Seven knew he had to leave soon but he didn't want to leave. Noli was intoxicating, both literally and figuratively. He wanted more but he knew that the evening wouldn't last forever.
“Hey Noli?”
“What up, Seven?”
“I have to leave.” He broke the news to the masked man.
“Why can’t you spend the night?”
“I’m just… not ready yet. I'm sorry.”
Noli took his cheek into his hand, caressing his face as he spoke, “Hey, don't apologize. It's ok if you're not ready. Just… don't do anything stupid, ok?”
“I won’t. I promise that.” He replied and gave Noli one last kiss before walking out the door, gently lifting the porcelain mask to meet his lips. He tasted like grease, but 007 didn't care. He was just happy he got to kiss who he thought was the coolest guy on campus.
He tried to make it last as long as he could but the moon was on its way and 007n7 didn't want to walk back to his dorm in the dark. He gave one final wave goodbye and walked out the door.
The night was decently cool, wind wiping through 007n7 hair. He rubbed at the newly acquired marks on his neck. He liked being boyfriends with the cool guy in class.
They were going to make a great team.