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Smoke dance around the cold night sky as every few heartbeats more smoke joined the last one. Skateboard was sitting on some random crate they had on their balcony and his feet propped up by the railing. The crate was definitely on its way out but he never moved it, been there since he got this apartment.
He lived on the bottom floor of the complex, so, the balcony was just basically the same as sitting outside; just with a fence.
Skateboards back leaned against the bricked wall as a hand held up a cigarette. On his right side Coil was leaning against him; just watching the smoke dance and also just enjoying the one time craterdust was actually quiet (it’s pretty rare that happens).
Coil hummed as he rested his head against Skate’s shoulder, he shuffled a bit—making a groaning sound as he attempted to get comfortable to with sitting on the same crate with Skate and having his shoulder rub against old brick stone (trust me, it isn’t that comfortable).
Skate noticed.
He chuckled as he took the cigarette out of his mouth—tapping it against the railing & blowing out the smoke. “Pfft, comfortable?” He asked, voice a little raspy from the cigarette itself but his tone layered with a bit of laughter.
Coil didn’t find that funny though, “psh, shut up, dude!” He said back, leaning more against Skate now.
“Hah!” Skate chuckled, smirking at he looked over to Coil. He admired the way he looked exhausted, he didn’t even force him to go outside with him at all. He told him to go to sleep before coming out here, but he shrugged it off and basically said he wasn’t “tired”.
. . . And he’s now almost asleep leaning on him, pfft.
“Go to sleep if you need too, Coil.” He muffled out as he brung his cigarette to his mouth and holding it in his teeth.
“I’m not tried,” Coil muttered, pushing his head into Skate’s neck.
Skate didn’t stop him.
In-fact he just chuckled again, he found it amusing. Coil was never really affectionate, he always refused that concept. Always said he was “too old!” for it. And honestly? Skate found it adorable that nights like these, he let his walls down.
The two had been dating for a while now, few months even, but Coil still was pretty tight with refusing affection or giving it. And Skate didn’t force him to loosen up, he’d been his best friend for years before they dated, he knew that Coil was up tight with anything.
But nevertheless, Skate didn’t comment. He leaned his own head onto Coil’s. He stilled for a moment before relaxing, so Skate knew that he was fine with it.
Skateboard gave one last huff of his cigarette before crushing it and dumping on the floor, he crossed his arms as he closed his eyes for a moment. Coil’s body temperature was always freezing, he guessed it was crystal but he didn’t asked.
But he did wish he could feel his warmth sometimes.
Few minutes pasted before any of them said something, they were comfortable like this. Just resting against each other.
But eventually Skate opened his eyes and looked at Coil, he (surprisingly) wasn’t asleep yet. And so he uncrossed his arms and held Coil’s waist—startling him for a moment—as he moved him from just sitting on the box to him sitting on his lap.
Skate moved his legs from resting on the fence to now on the grown, he giggled softly as he started at Coil, hands still on his waist.
But Coil didn’t fight it.
He huffed instead, acting unbothered for a moment before chuckling to himself. He went to move his hands to hold Skateboard but . . . He stopped. Unsure where he’s able to place his hands on his boyfriend.
He wasn’t . . . Great at relationships stuff. Yeah, he pretended he knew but he just lied to make himself look tuffet. Skateboard was the only one who knew that he didn’t pull any girls at all.
And he was fine with teaching him, Skateboard has been in relationships before anyway.
Skateboard noticed his hesitation and so, he guided his partners hands himself. He didn’t gently and glance at Coil to see if he’s alright with it.
Eventually, Coil had a hand on Skates arm. Originally on his shoulder but he moved it, Skate didn’t fight it anyways. He knew he was comfortable.
The two inphernals stared at each other before Skate commented something, “y’know, if looks could kill, you’d be a murderer.”
Coil blinked, his face flustered at that. He should’ve suspected that . . . He every time his boyfriend complimented him it always makes him feel soft inside, ew.
“. . Shut up,” he eventually said, looking off to the side.
“I’m Deadass, dude.” Skate said, moving a hand to cup Coil’s to make him look right at him. Coil refused but he eventually did.
They didn’t utter a word, but Skate moved closer, looked at his lips and then him. “May I?” He asked, wanting his consent.
Consent was everything to Skate.
Coil didn’t say anything but eventually nodded, “. . . Yeah,” he said. He knew Skate wanted a verbal answer, especially this. He well knew Skateboard wanted verbal answers for anything intimate.
Skateboard took that answer with smilie as he leaned in and kissed him. It was sweet one, one that spoke nothing but honesty and how much his appreciated for his boyfriend was there
. . . And also the taste of cigarettes, but Coil didn’t care at all.
It was going to be short kiss, because right when Skateboard pulled back Coil pulled him back in. Shutting his eyes as he did so, Skate didn’t mind at all. He returned it back.
Coil arms hugged around Skates neck, and meanwhile With Skateboards other hand he rested it on Coil’s thigh. Tested the waters—just seeing if he was okay with that, and to which, he was. He gave a silent nod as in consent.
The two pulled away after a moment, and a sudden random voice echoed through the streets. It was someone homophobic comment but the two didn’t care.
Coil’s head dropped to Skateboards shoulder as he felt his exhaustion creep up on him. Skate giggled before speaking, “wanna go to bed now?” Coil just nodded against his shoulder.
Skateboard didn’t ask if his partner wanted to get up, he picked him up himself. Coil was too exhausted to fight against it anyway.
Skate gave Coil’s shoulder a peck before carrying him inside, Coil hummed.